Gu Zhuoyan led the big dog and the little sister and slowly went back to sleep.
When it gets dark and the atmosphere is quiet, it is inevitable for children to feel homesick. Gu Baoyan yawned and asked in a low interest, "Brother, when are we going home?"
Gu Zhuoyan said: "Whenever you feel homesick, call your mother and she will send someone to pick you up."
Gu Baoyan emphasized: "I'm talking about us, what about you?"
Gu Zhuoyan replied, "I'm not going back."
The brothers and sisters went up the stairs. Sister Hu was waiting in the room to give Gu Baoyan a bath. Gu Zhuoyan sent someone in and coaxed him "good night". He went back to his bedroom and left his suitcase on the floor, too lazy to do it, so he picked out a pair of shorts.
After taking a bath, he lay on his back on the bed, turned off the lights and covers, and Gu Zhuoyan closed his eyes.
On the first night in Rongcheng, two hours later, he was sure that he had some insomnia.
Gu Zhuoyan got up, the sheets were wrinkled as he turned back and forth, and a pillow fell off. He opened the floor-to-ceiling windows to go to the balcony, the wind was still very hot in the middle of the night, and the rattan chair made the unqualified bird poop.
When Gu Zhuoyan returned to the room, he was irritable, and nothing was pleasing to the eye. The color of the sheets and quilts, the pattern of the curtains, and the large and small furnishings in the room did not make him happy.
No way, he went back to bed, took out his mobile phone and found a movie to watch. He has a problem. He gets sleepy while watching a movie. He usually falls asleep after watching a quarter of an hour. Today, he is in a bad mood, and he does not fall asleep until half an hour later.
The next day, Xue Maochen heard the tinkling of the bells downstairs, and thought that the two brothers and sisters were fighting.
When he got to his grandson's room, he saw a mess, Xue Maochen said in surprise, "Are you going to demolish my house?"
Gu Zhuoyan stood in the messy room, pointed to a circle of curtains, various furnishings, tables and chairs, and said, "Grandpa, I don't like these, so replace them."
Xue Maochen breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he just wanted to make some money, and then swept it rough, good guy, the souvenirs he brought back from Africa, America and Oceania, this kid even disliked it. The old man does not understand the aesthetics of young people, forget it, let him go.
Out of sight and out of mind, Xue Maochen called the driver and decided to go out to fish for a day. After packing up his tools and leaving home, he stopped outside Zhuang Fanxin's house before leaving.
Zhuang Fanxin came out of the house with a schoolbag and a bicycle, and asked, "Grandpa Xue, are you looking for me?"
Xue Maochen said, "Xiao Zhuang, grandpa asked you to do me a favor." He knew his grandson's temper well, "If you are messing around with the room at home, you have to go and see it when you have time to help with the decoration. He is angry. , it might be good for your peers to chat with each other."
Zhuang Fan wondered why Gu Zhuoyan was angry. In fact, when he contacted one or two yesterday, he also felt that the other party's character was too cold, but he was not familiar with it, and it was impolite to ask too many questions.
He agreed: "Okay, I'll go find him when I get back from get out of class."
Zhuang Fanxin studied painting, his mother Zhao Jianqiu was a well-known horticultural designer in China, and his father Zhuang Xianyang was a professor at the Academy of Fine Arts. The whole family has artistic skills. Their house was jointly designed by him and Zhuang Xianyang.
After agreeing, Zhuang Fanxin went to the cram school, two math classes, and didn't come back until noon.
He rode his bicycle into a small intersection with a packaged beef ball powder hanging on the handlebar. He didn't go home, and rode straight to the end of the old alley. When he rang the bell at the door, the German shepherd ran out of the building after hearing the sound, using his skills as a housekeeper.
Gu Baoyan followed and came out to see. Seeing that it was Zhuang Fanxin, he opened the door. Zhuang Fanxin parked the car and asked, "Little sister, have you had lunch yet?"
Gu Baoyan said, "I ate it, but my brother didn't. He said that Sister Hu's cooking was unpalatable."
Is it really unpalatable, or is it that I don't want to eat it because I'm out of breath? Seeing that there was no one on the first floor, Zhuang Fan went straight up to the second floor to look for it. The bedroom door was wide open, and there was no way to go inside, as if a thief had been caught.
He knocked on the door: "Can I go in?"
Gu Zhuoyan heard the sound and said lightly, "Whatever."
Zhuang Fanxin stepped into the room, and while observing the walls and floor, he pretended to be ignorant and said, "I have no one at home. It's too boring to eat alone, so I'll come over and stay for a while. Are you... arranging the room?"
Gu Zhuoyan said "um" and tore off the decorative totem painting on the wall, and then there was no movement. Zhuang Fan was ashamed, so he stopped chatting for now, sat cross-legged on the carpet, opened the beef balls and filled his stomach.
With four beef balls and fragrant powder, Demu arrived at the scene within five seconds.
Zhuang Fanxin took the noodles seriously, bit down a beef ball, and Gu Baoyan followed the scent. He fed one to the younger sister, another to the German Shepherd, and the last one left.
At this time, Gu Zhuoyan's stomach made a "gurgling" sound, which was very clear.
Zhuang Fanxin looked at the bedside, Gu Zhuoyan sat there playing with his mobile phone, bowed his head, and frowned slightly. He raised his chopsticks and said, "This one is for you."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Don't eat."
Zhuang Fan did not force or rush, and turned his head to eat into his stomach. He wiped his mouth, took out a stack of scratch paper from his schoolbag, and started to draw.
The atmosphere in the room tended to be quiet, Gu Zhuoyan glanced at Zhuang Fanxin occasionally, a little curious about what the other party was drawing, but he couldn't see it, only the small curls of Zhuang Fanxin hanging down on his forehead.
Huh, Zhuang Fanxin finished drawing one and started to draw the second one.
Gu Zhuoyan couldn't help it and asked, "What are you painting?"
Zhuang Fanxin said, "Wait a minute." After he answered, he stopped talking. After painting, he got up and walked to Gu Zhuoyan's side to sit down, "Party A, are you satisfied?"
Gu Zhuoyan took it, and two drafts were drawn on the two pieces of draft paper, which were the design drawings of the bedroom and balcony. The lines were clean and smooth, and the whole was much simplified, and the space arrangement looked extraordinarily comfortable.
"This place will be freed up," Zhuang Fanxin's fingertips pointed on it, "you can put some of your own things at that time, and if you feel empty, you can put a dog pad."
Gu Zhuoyan looked at the picture, then turned to look at Zhuang Fanxin. He had a perm, a tattoo, and a pizza.
... count his estimates wrong.
Zhuang Fanxin stared at Gu Zhuoyan's reaction, and he saw it. Gu Zhuoyan liked his design, but he also knew that this person was as cold as a stone, so he shouldn't just accept it.
He did the opposite, reached out and pinched a corner of the drawing, and said, "I can't help in vain."
Gu Zhuoyan raised his eyes: "How much?"
Zhuang Fan didn't expect it: "Party A like you is so good..." He naturally wouldn't ask for money, but he couldn't think of any other conditions, so he took out two papers from his schoolbag, "Help me write it. "
Gu Zhuoyan doesn't like to owe favors. Zhuang Fanxin is not a scumbag. It was the first time to let others do their homework.
Gu Zhuoyan said, "You decide."
These words were so outrageous, Zhuang Fanxin glared at him, unable to see through the truth of Gu Zhuo's words. Adolescent boys are somewhat dissatisfied. He deliberately said, "Then I will give full marks."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I know."
Zhuang Fan opened his mouth in his heart, and wanted to make another argument, but when he looked at the time, there was no room for him to be entangled. At nearly two thirty, he quickly packed his schoolbag and was going to be late for the studio.
"I'm leaving." He hurriedly walked out, and when he went out, he turned back and instructed, "Let's talk about making trouble, leave the question blank if you don't know how to do it."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I will also make it up for you."
No way, Zhuang Fan roared: "Don't write nonsense!"
Gu Zhuoyan said annoyed, "Let's go."
The footsteps going downstairs were thumping, and the rabbit was jumping. After waiting for the slightest movement to be inaudible, Gu Zhuoyan's mood was inexplicably better.
He went downstairs with the papers, asked Sister Hu for something to eat, and wrote while eating by the dining table.
After Zhuang Fanxin left the studio, it was already dark and sultry night. He rode a bicycle at the intersection. Street lights, banyan trees, telephone poles, his shadow stretched out in the dim yellow.
From a distance, he saw the awe-inspiring and heroic appearance of the German Shepherd.
Behind the heroic figure, Gu Zhuoyan was standing with his pockets in his pockets, which was kind of cool.
At the door of the house, Zhuang Fanxin stopped and said, "It's so late to walk the dog."
Gu Zhuoyan sniffed, and after walking for half an hour on this acre of land, he handed over the math paper and said, "I'm done, here it is for you."
Zhuang Fan put away the papers and said with a smile, "Thank you, it's quite fast." He parked his bicycle, dragged the German Shepherd for a walk, the dog stuck his tongue out, and he couldn't help yawning.
Blinking and blinking, Zhuang Fan's heart was strong, and he was really tired from running around all day, as if he was drunk. Against the lights and moonlight, he looked at Gu Zhuoyan intoxicated and hazy, a double image, as if returning to the Spring Festival three years ago.
Right at the door, he ran in a hurry, passing by like a wind, they bumped into each other, looked at each other after they collided, and felt that each other was reckless.
Zhuang Fan asked, "How long will you stay, and will it take a lot of trouble to rearrange the room?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "One year."
Zhuang Fanxin said in surprise, "Then you don't go to school?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Transfer."
Zhuang Fanxin was very surprised. He didn't see his parents, classmates and friends for a year, and he felt depressed when he thought about it. Besides, the good ones wouldn't leave home. There must be some reason.
He didn't gossip, but looked at Gu Zhuoyan with sympathy in his eyes, so he said thoughtfully, "If you don't know your life well, you can find me in the future."
After thinking about it, they don't even have contact information with each other, so can't they just run errands? Zhuang Fanxin took out his mobile phone and handed it over, "Save your number."
Gu Zhuoyan put it in, waved his hand, and took the German Shepherd away a little coolly.
The road was dark, and when he walked a few meters away, the screen of his mobile phone suddenly lit up, and a text message from an unfamiliar number popped into it, just two words—good night.
In the darkness, there is some tenderness.
Suddenly, Zhuang Fanxin's voice cut through the tenderness: "—You rude, reply!"
Gu Zhuoyan was startled, moved his finger, but replied "Thank you".