Zhuang Fan's heart suddenly sat upright: "Confession? Confession for what?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Don't you know what a confession is?" He slowly left the table, casually, "Don't I have someone I like, and the other party likes me a lot, so I want to make it clear to him after the game. "
Zhuang Fan hesitated and said, "So fast..."
Gu Zhuoyan said: "Wasting time is wasting life."
He stared at Zhuang Fanxin's expression, hesitation, shock, and nervousness all mixed on that face. He thought to himself that Zhuang Fan must be very nervous, hoping that what he likes is him, but he is worried that what he likes is not him.
Zhuang Fan is really worried, is it Qin Wei or Wang Churan
For some reason, he didn't want Gu Zhuoyan to confess so quickly, even though he couldn't control others.
As the sun sets, the light in the small hall turns red and dim, like the tones in old Hong Kong movies. After a moment of silence, Zhuang Fan said indifferently, "You won't wait for me to come back from the competition, have you already taken off the list?"
It was such a pity to hear, Gu Zhuoyan said, "That's not righteous, I will wait for you to come back and then confess, so that you can witness my release."
Zhuang Fanxin was not comforted, and he didn't want to witness, but he was willing to help others and said, "Then wait for me to come back. If you need to set up the environment, I can still help."
Gu Zhuoyan asked, "How long are you going?"
The ACC competition is a promotion system. The initial review is very strict. The 30 selected players are eliminated in the first round by half, and the remaining 15 players compete for the championship and the sub-season. The theme of each round of design is unknown, and it will be designed, produced and displayed within 24-48 hours after the announcement, including individual independent design and random group cooperation.
There is a 12-hour rest period at the end of each round of design. Everyone has ridiculed that it is to prevent players from dying suddenly under busy and high pressure. Zhuang Fanxin replied, "It will be more than a month."
Gu Zhuoyan exclaimed: "Longer than the Olympic Games?"
Zhuang Fanxin finally smiled: "I have to arrive in Los Angeles three or four days in advance. After the game is over, I have to play with my grandparents for a few days."
Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Where are your grandparents?"
"Yeah." Speaking of visiting relatives, Zhuang Fan thought that the other party would also go home, "What about you, it happens to be the National Day, do you want to stay for a few more days after the competition ends?"
Gu Zhuoyan hadn't thought about it that much yet. If he stayed for a few days, he would inevitably be like a class enemy, but it was a good opportunity to reunite with his friends.
He thought for a while: "mainly get together with Lian Yiming and the others."
I haven't been home for so long, but I don't mention my parents and only miss my friends. Could it be that I'm still quarreling with my parents because of lovelorn? Zhuang Fan was distracted with the brush in his heart, and secretly reasoned, if Gu Zhuoyan still blamed his parents, did he still not forget his ex-girlfriend
He thought quietly, Gu Zhuoyan and his ex-girlfriend were classmates, wouldn't it be inevitable that they would meet at the class reunion after returning home
Zhuang Fan couldn't help pursing his lips, the class reunion, and the meeting with the first love that was forced to break up, he was still thinking about it, plus the coaxing of his classmates and buddies, will the pink memories flood into his heart, the old love that can't be burned by wildfires. The raging resurgence…
That's not good!
Since I plan to confess to my new love, how can I entangle with my old love
Zhuang Fan knew in his heart that it was none of his business, and he shouldn't ask too much, so he asked very briefly, "Are the classmates reunited?"
Gu Zhuoyan really misses the classmates over there. Besides, Lu Wen is going to hold a concert. When the time comes, everyone should go to support him and say, "Anyway, when we go back, let's meet."
With the word "du", Zhuang Fanxin decided that his ex-girlfriend was also included. Suddenly, he felt a little unhappy in his heart. He glanced at Zhuoyan, his eyes were as sharp as Director Fengji's, and the words he said were very fatherly: "You are going back to participate in the competition, don't patronize the relationship, and distinguish the importance."
Gu Zhuoyan said inexplicably, "Aren't you saying the competition is over?"
Zhuang Fan was stunned, unable to distinguish one, two or three. He could only think bitterly and be careful to confess his failure to Qin Wei or Wang Churan. Rongcheng is a pair of twins, and the old land is full of white moonlight. Gu Zhuoyan is really a lover who came from the north, and he is worried that he is a single who came from the south.
The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and Gu Zhuoyan was a little puzzled: "Why are you drooping?"
Zhuang Fan lied coldly: "I think about the competition."
In the last week, Zhuang Fanxin only attended three days of classes, and officially asked for leave on Thursday, and made some preparations at home before going abroad. The flight is scheduled for Saturday morning. In the past two days, there are no two doors, and the farthest distance is to go to the back garden to weed.
He is reading materials in the studio on the second floor, and guarding the painting tools can make him meditate. I only went downstairs at dinner, thinking about leaving my hometown for a good meal, but there was only a pot of instant noodles with clear soup and little water on the table.
Zhuang Fanxin complained, "Just give this to the contestants?"
Zhao Jianqiu said, "I'm leaving tomorrow. The refrigerator has been cleaned up. Let's make do with it."
The family of three ate noodles in a simple way. Zhuang Fan picked a chopstick and chewed it for a long time, thinking sourly, what is the use of envying other people's broad shoulders and abdominal muscles, his food can't provide him with enough nutrition.
Zhuang Xianyang asked, "Have you packed your suitcase?"
Zhuang Fan returned to his senses: "I've packed it up, you can help me with the documents."
Zhuang Xianyang said: "You are a sophomore in high school, don't rely on us for anything important, including going to Los Angeles this time, you should train yourself to learn to be independent."
Zhuang Fan pursed his lips, and then started to be independent from this meal. He looked back at the wall clock. Gu Zhuoyan should be out of school at this time, so he put down his chopsticks: "I'll go to Grandpa Xue's house."
Zhao Jianqiu said, "Don't go to other people's places to eat."
"..." Zhuang Fan put ten dollars in his heart, rolled his eyes with greedy ambition, and said independently, "I'll go to the intersection to buy bread and eat it with jam!"
In the golden autumn and September, the boundary of Rongcheng is still green and fresh, only the neon at night adds a bit of golden color. Gu Zhuoyan rode the 28th bar across the street, passed the convenience store next to the intersection, and caught a glimpse of Zhuang Fanxin walking out with bread.
He rang the car bell, and one of the long legs stopped by the side of the road. Zhuang Fanxin saw him and took a few steps. It was so delicious, he said, "buy me one too."
Zhuang Fan said embarrassedly, "I just brought ten dollars."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Okay, then I'll go first."
He gestured to pedal away, Zhuang Fanxin grabbed him, and swiftly stepped onto the back seat of the bicycle. He drove Zhuang Fanxin into a small intersection, and drove at a constant speed. He didn't stop when he passed by the door of Zhuang's house, and rode straight into the gate of his own house.
Zhuang Fanxin really didn't eat rice, but took a box of ice cream and ate it together with Gu Zhuoyan in the guest room on the second floor. This bedroom is Xue Maochen's movie room. The old man likes to watch some old movies with the lights in the dark, but now Gu Zhuoyan has added a game console or something, and he comes in to play.
"I haven't been to school for two days, do my classmates miss me?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I don't want to."
Zhuang Fan didn't believe it: "Qi Nan definitely misses me anyway."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "He steps on your chair every day."
The relationship between Zhuang Fanxin and Qi Nan was indestructible, and it was useless to break through the divide. He dug a scoop of ice cream and watched Gu Zhuoyan take out his schoolbag sweetly. Gu Zhuoyan took out the test papers for the past two days, then threw it on the bed like selling junk, and conveyed the teacher's instructions: "Do as much as you can."
Zhuang Fan asked, "Can you make up for the missed lessons after the competition?"
At that time, they are all young couples, and they can make up for anything, Gu Zhuoyan agreed. He got out of bed to toss with the game console. He bought the new one and hadn't touched it yet. He pulled out the gamepad and wanted to play for a while.
First call up the big map to see the layout. Gu Zhuoyan decided to break into the cannibals to kill the people. Suddenly, his right arm warmed, and Zhuang Fan's heart rubbed against him. He turned his head: "Do you want to play?"
Zhuang Fan said sincerely: "Is it possible?"
At this moment, Gu Zhuoyan pretends to be a parental mentality. The child will go overseas to participate in the competition. He can eat whatever he wants, and don't stop him when he wants to play. Zhuang Fan took the handle happily. He was very excited because he had never touched a large game.
After entering the game, he stood blankly in the same place, and found that the background of the game is Westworld. There is no specific story direction and clear task. All the triggers of the plot depend on his own exploration.
He glanced at Gu Zhuoyan indifferently, and found that the other party was already doing his physics homework.
Relying on the great god can only be a vegetable chicken, but only by yourself can you be a fighter! Zhuang Fan trembled and set out on the road alone. Naturally, he did not dare to approach the cannibals. He even walked around the villages with sturdy folk customs, dodging all the way on horseback, and was relieved when he reached the lively towns.
Zhuang Fan asked, "Can I spend some money?"
Gu Zhuoyan didn't lift his head: "Whatever."
Zhuang Fanxin felt more at ease. First, he went to the bar to drink and watch the girls dance, then went to the theater to watch an opera, and then went to the club to play Texas Hold'em. He doesn't trigger any battles, where peace goes, as if he just wants to contribute a little GDP to the western world.
At this time, Gu Zhuoyan finished his physics homework, and when he looked at the screen, "he" lost his entire family at the club.
"Zhuang Fanxin," Gu Zhuoyan couldn't help but say, "the debt will be beaten."
Zhuang Fan said in shock: "I don't want to play! How can I pay for this game?"
Gu Zhuoyan said: "You can't charge money."
After playing this game, Zhuang Fanxin hurriedly withdrew, left the club, and stood at the door staring blankly. "Huh?" he asked strangely, "why can't you see the horse?"
The system popped up a reminder that a car galloped past while playing cards, and the horse was killed.
Zhuang Fan was stunned for a moment, holding the handle and rolling his small Adam's apple, not too daring to look at Gu Zhuoyan's expression. The atmosphere in the room gradually became awkward, Gu Zhuoyan's face was sinking like water, like the water of the Volga River in Russia in the cold winter and twelfth month.
After a long while, he restrained and said, "Go to the airport tomorrow morning, go to bed early."
Zhuang Fanxin gently put down the handle, grabbed a stack of papers, and immediately flashed, before leaving, he asked embarrassedly, "My family has no one for more than a month, help me receive letters and newspapers..."
Gu Zhuoyan got up and said, "Got it."
Walking to the door of the bedroom, Zhuang Fanxin opened the door but braked suddenly, causing Gu Zhuoyan to bump into his back. He turned around, looked at each other a little closer, and asked in a low voice, "Are you going to see me at the airport tomorrow?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "It's not that I won't come back."
Zhuang Fan muttered in his heart, "I went to the airport to send your friend off when he left, you shouldn't have sent me off."
What a coquettish thing, just now the resentment of Ma Dianqian lost dissipated, Gu Zhuoyan said, "I'm kidding you, I have already greeted the driver, and I will take you to the airport tomorrow."
Early on Saturday morning, the off-road vehicle was parked outside Zhuang Fanxin's house, Gu Zhuoyan sat in the co-pilot, and Zhuang Fanxin's family of three sat in the back. After arriving at the airport, they met with Pei Zhi. Zhuang Xianyang went to change the boarding pass and checked in. Zhao Jianqiu had a chat with Pei Zhi's grandmother.
Zhuang Fanxin carried a large bag and handed it over: "Here, it's so heavy."
Gu Zhuoyan caught it, acted as a strong laborer for a while, and moved to the security check after everything was done. He and Zhuang Fanxin walked side by side, their parents were there, and he didn't need to tell him anything.
Walking outside the team, the two were speechless for a moment, feeling a little crazy. Zhuang Fan asked, "When did you get on the plane?"
Gu Zhuoyan replied: "Tomorrow morning, one day later than you."
Zhuang Fan didn't have anything else to ask. I wish you a smooth game. I have already said that, but I don't really want to say goodbye. However, Gu Zhuoyan is also very patient, not rushing or rushing, and wasting time together.
But time will eventually flow away, ten minutes later, Zhuang Fanxin shrugged: "I'm leaving."
Gu Zhuoyan returned the bag: "Don't forget to take it."
"It's for you." Zhuang Fanxin took two steps back, "I bought it at the mall last Sunday. It's a special product of Rongcheng. You can bring it home tomorrow."
Gu Zhuoyan's heart is hot, there are so many things to prepare before going abroad, and what to buy for him. He stood in the same place, and said softly two steps away, "Why do you want to take you with you."
Zhuang Fan didn't know how he felt. He had never had anything like this with Pei Zhi, nor with Qi Nan. He vaguely and unbelievably thought... this was ambiguous.
He was shocked, what the hell, and quickly changed the subject: "I'm going to queue for security check."
Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Will you miss me?"
Zhuang Fanxin pretended not to hear it, dropped a word of "bye" and ran to the queue, merging into the dense line, the smooth head turned back from time to time, stopped after half a circle, and never looked back.
Once the security check was gone, there was no trace of it, and the drop-off ended here.
Gu Zhuoyan turned to leave, the phone dinged, and a text message came in.
Just one word - "Think."