As soon as his fingertips loosened, Gu Zhuoyan returned the test paper to Zhuang Fanxin and looked at his watch. Gu Baoyan upstairs should also be out of class. He got up and braced himself and asked, "Do you still want to paint in the afternoon?"
Zhuang Fan said, "Yes."
The peaceful beauty of the past few years dissipated in an instant, and Gu Zhuoyan said impatiently, "Can't you draw faster?"
Zhuang Fanxin said: "Painting too fast can't express your handsomeness."
It was a relatively common sugar-coated shell, but Gu Zhuoyan thought that Zhuang Fanxin was interested in him, so it turned into sweet talk. He was very useful and went upstairs with Zhuang Fanxin to pick up the child.
After class was over, the children were rushing out of the teaching area. Parents welcomed their children and praised their children's performance in class and musical talent. Gu Zhuoyan thought to himself that it is too popular to encourage education now.
Gu Baoyan ran out with the violin and was overjoyed when he saw Zhuang Fan: "Brother, you come to pick me up too."
Zhuang Fanxin helped the child play the piano and asked, "Are you tired?"
"It's a little bit, shoulder pain." The two brothers and sisters answered similar questions. Gu Baoyan held her children's water bottle to drink water, and turned to Gu Zhuoyan, "Brother, do I pull it well?"
Thank you for being able to ask the question, Gu Zhuoyan said, "You don't have a clue in your own heart?"
Gu Baoyan actually has a good record, but other children are praised, and she wants to be too. At this moment, she didn't succeed, and she said with a little emotion: "The parents are staying outside, where have you gone? How do you know I'm not pulling well?"
The two brothers and sisters choked while walking. They walked on the street before arguing about whether to win or lose. The only child, Zhuang Fanxin, stood aside and explained, "Little sister, I asked your brother to be a model, and he just walked away."
Gu Baoyan felt novel, his face changed, and he immediately pestered Gu Zhuoyan to talk carefully. Gu Zhuoyan began to flicker, changing seven or eight sets of clothes, posing ten or so poses, and when the lunch was over, the children were fooled into dizziness. .
They carried a few bags of lunch boxes back to the studio. The rest room was very spacious. Two four-meter-long platforms were placed in the center of the room, and everyone's schoolbags and coats were thrown on them. You can sit around wherever you want. Some people even climb on the table and lie down to rest, or squat on it to sort out the canvas. The art is really more casual.
Zhuang Fan's heart is always not serious, so he just takes a few bites and pays attention to others, checks his mobile phone, and fights with others for a while, anyway, he never touches chopsticks again. He looked at Pei Zhi across the wide table and provoked others: "You eat so slowly."
Pei Zhi raised his head: "I drink water slowly."
Just these two boring words, Zhuang Fan laughed for a long time, and threw a small packet of cookies and a small packet of nuts at him. Pei Zhi poured the nuts into the salad and asked while stirring, "By the way, have you signed up for this year's ACC?"
ACC is a design competition in the United States with a high gold content. Generally, two types of design projects are set up every year. This year, it is the turn of clothing design and jewelry design. The registration started just after the summer vacation, and it was only after two months of review that the real registration was successful and the qualification was obtained.
Gu Zhuoyan remembered from the side that he had seen an ACC trophy in the cabinet in Zhuang Fanxin's bedroom that time, and remembered that it was the third place in the jewelry design group.
Zhuang Fanxin said, "I haven't checked my mailbox recently, so I don't know."
"I received the notification of the competition in the morning. We reported it together. The time should be about the same." Pei Zhi reminded, "Remember to go back and have a reply."
Zhuang Fan is timid and careful, and usually does not forget important things. When the table is cleaned up, he lays down on his arms and rests for a lunch break, and his eyes are directly on the can of popcorn on the table.
I haven't seen the movie since school started, and suddenly I want to watch it.
Before he could figure out what movie was showing recently, a slender hand unscrewed the lid and grabbed a handful of popcorn. Gu Zhuoyan spread his hands and ate with Gu Baoyan, and the two brothers and sisters finished eating the popcorn.
Gu Zhuoyan screwed up the lid, threw it casually, and threw it precisely into the trash can in the corner.
Zhuang Fan pursed his lips, turned his head to the other side, and saw his homework paper again. He sat up and used this little time to check and make corrections. The mistakes were basically corrected, and there were two remaining ones and didn't find any problems.
He turned around again, and when he saw Gu Zhuoyan was helping his sister with the music score, he waited quietly. When the little one was finished, the big one immediately said, "Mr. Gu, it's time for the physics class after the music class."
Gu Zhuoyan had enough to eat and drink but couldn't rest. Jun's face had helplessness written on his face, but Zhuang Fanxin didn't know how to feel distressed at all. He had already moved closer to the chair, looking like he was ready to listen carefully.
To be a teacher is to endure all kinds of hardships, and Gu Zhuoyan started to lecture with a high level of consciousness. Someone was taking a nap, so naturally he should not speak loudly. He lowered his voice, and the already low tone after the voice change became more calm.
Gradually, the shoulders of the two were next to each other, which was the same as the day of the fever infusion, but Zhuang Fanxin did not fall asleep today. After finishing the two homework papers, Zhuang Fan made a calculation, and Gu Zhuoyan had already taught him a lot of questions, involving three subjects in total.
"You study really well." He sighed sincerely.
The voice was too small for Gu Zhuoyan to hear clearly, thinking that there was still some doubt: "Where did you not understand?"
Just after asking, Zhuang Fan Xin leaned over and put his shoulders on him, raised his head and repeated the sentence in his ear. Studying is really good. When I saw the elders, I heard a word with calluses in my ears. At this moment, accompanied by the breath of Zhuang Fan's heart... I couldn't help but become moving.
Gu Zhuoyan's ears were numb, and he almost snatched Zhuang Fan's heart into his arms. He restrained and replied, "Learning is not difficult, as long as your brain is not stupid and willing to work hard, it's not like painting requires talent."
It's like a polite remark, but he's sincere. Everyone values different things, some like a beautiful face, some like a good character, of course he appreciates those, but what makes him the most eye-catching is pure excellence.
Taken together, Zhuang Fan seems to have all of them.
Gu Zhuoyan thought, no wonder he liked it.
The rest time passed while lecturing on the topic, Zhuang Fanxin packed up his homework and said, "Mr. Gu, art class is going!"
Gu Zhuoyan did not rest for a minute, and continued to be a model in the afternoon. Fortunately, the afternoon was not long, and it would be over in two hours.
He got up and browsed everyone's works. If anyone couldn't draw well, he needed to protect his portrait rights. After walking around, he found that everyone drew very different from everyone else, only one face was relatively clear, some only focused on his pair of eyes, and some even only drew half of his face.
Finally, walking around to Zhuang Fanxin's easel, Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Are you abstract?"
Zhuang Fan laughed heartily: "It's just a semi-finished product, and the creation is based on portraits." He removed the painting and stuffed it into the painting tube, "I will show you the complete work in class next week."
Gu Zhuoyan said: "Don't take pictures that are ugly."
There are no ugly paintings in this studio, and everyone has a beautiful resume, but Zhuang Fanxin did not brag about it, and wanted Gu Zhuoyan to surprise him with low expectations. He had almost cleaned up, and then paid Gu Zhuoyan the salary for being a model today, a total of 100 yuan.
Gu Zhuoyan didn't expect that one day he could earn 100 yuan by sitting still for a few hours, while the lunch cost 200 yuan. He opened his hand to catch the bill, and a small narrow note was exposed in the palm of his hand.
"What is this?" Zhuang Fan asked.
Gu Zhuoyan said: "Contact."
Zhuang Fanxin understood immediately, Gu Zhuoyan must have been stuffed when he was looking at the painting, he raised his eyebrows, and shouted "Oops" in his mouth to coax.
Gu Zhuoyan ignored it and went to the room full of sculptures to find Gu Baoyan, ready to withdraw. People left the studio one after another. It was still early, and it was located in the city center, so everyone went shopping together in twos and threes.
The can of popcorn flashed through his mind, and Zhuang Fan didn't want to go home, so he asked Pei Zhi, "Let's go to the movies?"
"I can't do it today, I'm going to the vegetable market." Pei Zhi lives with his grandmother, and today it's his turn to cook. Gu Baoyan listened beside him and said, "Brother Xiao Zhuang, I have time!"
At the moment, there are only the Gu brothers and sisters left, and Zhuang Fanxin doesn't think about that brother at all. After all, he is a strange man who can even fall asleep in Huang Feihong's battle with Guijiaoqi. But he disliked that girl and agreed, "Come on, I'll invite you to a movie."
Zhuang Fanxin and Gu Baoyan hit it off, big hands holding small hands and walking without slipping, they discussed what to see while walking, and finally remembered that there was another person after walking a dozen steps.
They looked back and saw Gu Zhuoyan following behind with a piano case, saying pity, but his tall and straight figure looked more sassy than anyone else, saying he was lonely, that cold expression clearly showed that strangers Close, don't mess with acquaintances.
Zhuang Fan said thoughtfully: "You go home first, I will take my little sister to watch the movie and send her back."
Gu Baoyan was more direct: "Bye bye brother."
Gu Zhuoyan rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed a trace of grievance that no one else could see. He was such a tall living person, so he was left behind and expelled
According to his usual temper, he took a taxi and left without saying a word.
But today, unlike in the past, a liking is enough to greatly increase endurance.
Gu Zhuoyan casually found a reason: "I don't worry about her following others, let's go together."
Zhuang Fanxin was originally afraid that Gu Zhuoyan would not be interested, so of course it was better. The two sandwiched Gu Baoyan in the middle. He carried the painting tube on his back, and Gu Zhuoyan carried the piano case, and slowly walked to the cinema.
There were a lot of people on the weekends, and almost all the hot movies were lined up. Zhuang Fanxin and Gu Baoyan decided to watch a Disney live-action movie. Entering the screening hall, Zhuang Fanxin sat in the middle, and discussed the original animation with Gu Baoyan before the movie started, quickly crossing the age gap.
Gu Zhuoyan felt isolated, took out his mobile phone and searched for the original story, which was so boring.
At the beginning of the screening, only the big screen in the hall emits light, and there is occasionally a little child's squeak. Zhuang Fanxin likes watching movies as well as eating potato chips. At this moment, the whole person is filled with happiness. And Gu Zhuoyan didn't like watching movies by nature. No matter what the subject matter, when Gu Shibo and Xue Manzi took him to the theater to watch, he often ran out to stay.
Ten minutes later, Gu Zhuoyan's eyes moved to the top of the head of the person in front of him, feeling a little bald.
Another ten minutes passed, and his body, which had not rested all day, was full of exhaustion, and the movie catalyzed it again, so he closed his eyes and started to sleep.
Zhuang Fanxin noticed Gu Zhuoyan's state from the corner of his heart, and when he was asleep, he reached out and held Gu Zhuoyan's chin, gently brought Gu Zhuoyan's head to himself, and offered a shoulder.
Gu Zhuoyan leaned on Zhuang Fanxin's shoulder to sleep, breathing evenly, safer than before Snow White was woken up by the prince's kiss. However, Zhuang Fan was a little tired, so in order to replenish his strength, he brought Gu Zhuoyan's share of popcorn to eat.
All the while, the plot of the movie progresses layer by layer.
As the film reached its climax, the children in the hall screamed with excitement. Gu Zhuoyan was woken up, closed his eyes and moved slightly, and after a moment of confusion, he slowly opened his eyes.
Zhuang Fanxin asked in a low voice, "Are you awake?"
Gu Zhuoyan was still leaning on it, rubbing his forehead against the other's neck, and said rascally, "How do you eat my popcorn?"
Zhuang Fanxin just took one when he heard the words and curled up his hands: "I haven't finished eating yet..."
Gu Zhuoyan stretched out his hand, but he didn't touch the small half-bucket of popcorn, he hooked his finger in Zhuang Fanxin's palm, and snatched the one that was warmed up. After eating it in his mouth, he pretended to be garlic and said, "I'm sorry, I accidentally robbed you."
He put a sour and hot pillow on people's shoulders, his hair tangled up to make people's skin itchy, and he was still entangled in a bucket of popcorn. At this time, he pretended to be conscientious and found out, saying, "I'll give you one back."
Zhuang Fan didn't understand, he only felt that Gu Zhuoyan reached out his hand again and stuffed a small piece of something into his palm. He checked it in the dim light, and it was a small ball of paper, unfolding the note with the phone number on it.
"What's the meaning?"
Gu Zhuoyan expressed his attitude: "No, don't."
Zhuang Fan was slightly startled: "Why?"
Gu Zhuoyan pointed at that ear and whispered, "I've already taken a fancy to someone else."