Hope You’ve Been Well

Chapter 3: Distant relatives are really inferior to near neighbors

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Zhuang Fan was exhausted, but luckily he could sleep late in the absence of class tomorrow. At night, he curled up under the covers and played with his mobile phone. He had just added Gu Zhuoyan's contact information, and was now immersed in Gu Zhuoyan's circle of friends.

Originally, it was opened inadvertently, but after a casual glance, I didn't expect to be able to exit. The bedroom was pitch-dark, only the screen of the mobile phone was shining brightly, and Zhuang Fanxin's index finger tipped on it and kept sliding.

"Wow..." He clicked on a photo and couldn't help but murmured.

If I'm not mistaken, the photo is of a castle in southern France. It is famous for its beautiful gardens. Zhao Jianqiu once went there to participate in a designer exchange meeting. Zhuang Fanxin recalled for a moment, but really couldn't remember the specific name of the castle. When he opened the next picture, it had already been transferred from southern France to South America.

Gu Zhuoyan's footprints are all over the world, and Zhuang Fanxin browses it, as if he has traveled the world under the quilt.

In addition to travel photos, Gu Zhuoyan's life photos are also many, sports, playing guitar, and some photos of Gu Baoyan interspersed among them. Zhuang Fan was quite surprised. He didn't expect Gu Zhuoyan to be a person who was willing to share his life.

Gradually browsing to last year's content, Zhuang Fanxin found that three faces had appeared repeatedly, and they should be Gu Zhuoyan's good friends. One of the best photos is of four boys in equestrian uniforms looking at the camera and laughing on horseback.

He couldn't help but recall that Gu Zhuoyan never seemed to really smile from the time he stepped out of the off-road vehicle to show his face and turned around after returning the test paper tonight. As shown in the photo, a few teeth are exposed, and the deep eyes are curved a little, and the strong youthfulness can be felt across the screen.

Zhuang Fanxin shook his head regretfully, not knowing when the new neighbor would be happy and show such a smile again.

Continue to browse, exotic or daily life, Zhuang Fanxin is very interested in every photo. However, Gu Zhuoyan only posted one picture at a time, as if to show where he went and what he did, and he was a bit stingy.

Suddenly turned to the only set of photos, a total of four.

Zhuang Fan was heartbroken. In the photo, there were two people in fencing suits, and it seemed that they were competing in the environment.

The pure white fencing uniform was neat and slim, revealing the outline of the human body. Zhuang Fanxin's eyes were attracted to the man on the right. The man was a little taller, with broad shoulders and slender legs, even if he had this figure, it was okay to look casual.

After admiring the first photo, he slid over. In the second photo, the tip of the sword was in a phantom state, and the two of them had their legs slightly bent to attack and defend. The battle situation during the shooting should be very intense. By the time the third card was decided, the taller side held the sword to check and balance, and the audience standing and cheering could be seen behind.

Zhuang Fan's heart slipped to the last one, and he took a breath.

This is a single photo. Gu Zhuoyan is wearing a white fencing suit, holding the sword in one hand and the removed helmet in the other, showing a relaxed and upright victorious attitude. He is walking towards the camera and looking at him, and unlike the one on horseback, his smile at this moment is calm and reserved, a contentment that is bound to come.

Zhuang Fanxin exhaled slowly and sighed, "How handsome..."

Unknowingly it was past the early morning, Zhuang Fanxin gradually saw all the photos in Gu Zhuoyan's Moments, turned over and buried his face in the pillow, feeling weird.

He slept until three poles in the sun before waking up. Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu both went to work, and there was no one at home and no food.

Zhuang Fan had a piece of toast in his heart, but he was quite obedient, and consciously nestled in the study to do his homework. After writing the two sets of chemistry papers, he transferred to the massage chair to memorize the texts. After opening the full-body massage, he felt comfortable enough to recite the first paragraph and then began to groan.

If it weren't for the rapid whistle blowing outside, Zhuang Fanxin almost fell asleep. He looked out from the balcony and saw a small truck driving to the door of Xue's house. After the door opened, De Mu took the opportunity to run out.

Zhuang Fanxin hurriedly went downstairs and stopped the stingy dog in front of his house. He looked towards the end of the alley but couldn't see the sleazy dog owner.

He had no choice but to send the German Shepherd back, and when he went up to the second floor, he saw Gu Zhuoyan sitting on the sofa in the living room, and Gu Baoyan laying on the coffee table to draw. The dogs all ran out, and the two brothers and sisters lived peacefully here.

Gu Zhuoyan heard the sound and greeted without enthusiasm: "Sit whatever you want."

Zhuang Fanxin said, "If you don't like this dog, will you sell it to me?"

Gu Zhuoyan was very arrogant: "Post your 2,000, and take my sister away too."

Gu Baoyan raised his face quickly: "I have no opinion."

It was true that Zhuang Fan had lost his temper, and he even wanted to laugh. He walked over and sat on the small pier in front of the sofa, facing the other side face to face.

The truck was parked downstairs, and there was construction in the bedroom. He asked, "Why?"

Gu Zhuoyan said: "Renovation."

The action was quite fast, and Zhuang Fan felt a sense of accomplishment, looking forward to the appearance of the room after the renovation. Bowing his head a little, he glanced at the box beside his feet and asked, "What is this?"

Stab, Gu Zhuoyan cut open the tape, and took out a black guitar from the package. Zhuang Fan felt familiar, so he blurted out, "Is it the one in the photo of your Moments?"

Gu Zhuoyan raised his eyes: "Did you see it?"

Zhuang Fan smiled embarrassedly and admitted, "Actually, I read your Moments last night... I didn't sleep until the early morning."

Gu Zhuoyan was a little surprised, plucked the strings lightly, and said, "It's just some photos, what's so nice."

The tone of voice was not condescending, but contained a tinge of disdain. Zhuang Fanxin was the one who really didn't like to post on Moments, so he questioned: "If you don't like it, why do you post it?"

"I know." Gu Baoyan replied quickly, "My brother sent it to grandpa to see."

Xue Maochen lives alone and loves freedom, but he also misses his grandson and granddaughter. Gu Zhuoyan was not interested in taking pictures anywhere, but to let the old man solve his lovesickness and keep abreast of their current situation.

Zhuang Fan didn't expect such a reason, so he couldn't help saying, "Rongcheng also has many beautiful scenery. You are living with Grandpa Xue now, so you can take pictures and send them to your parents."

Gu Zhuoyan lowered his eyes: "No need."

The indifference at that moment could not be hidden, and Zhuang Fan was startled for a moment, and then turned the angle sympathetically. "It doesn't matter if I don't take pictures, and I don't like taking pictures." He smoothed himself out, "But it's good to go shopping, right?"

Gu Zhuoyan bowed his head and plucked the strings, unmoved.

Zhuang Fan quickly touched Gu Zhuoyan's knee and coaxed, "Don't be upset, just play a tune and listen to it."

Gu Zhuoyan mistakenly thought that Zhuang Fan was acting like a spoiled child, so just play it. He adjusted the strings, pinched the pick and played it. After a short play, he noticed the emotion in Zhuang Fan's eyes.

He asked, "Do you like it?"

Zhuang Fan nodded in anticipation. Their family's artistic cells were all in art, and they were a bit innate in music. Since he was a child, he envied people who sang well and were good at musical instruments.

He was tempted: "Is it difficult to learn guitar?"

Gu Zhuoyan said: "If you are smart, there is nothing difficult to learn in the world."

Zhuang Fan hesitated: "Since I was a child, many people praised me for being smart..."

This is a roundabout way to try it. Gu Zhuoyan believes that he is not a hard-hearted person. If the dog asks Bone Girl for snacks, he will basically be satisfied. Before Zhuang Fan eagerly wanted to play the guitar, he tilted his head: "Sit over and try."

Zhuang Fan was a little surprised. He and Gu Zhuoyan were not familiar with each other at all, and they only knew each other by name and gender, not even their ethnicity. What's more, Gu Zhuoyan was only willing to reply when he was yelled at, but he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to teach him to play the guitar.

He sat next to Gu Zhuoyan, and he had to be next to each other, and the hands that touched the strings were also next to each other. He played a few times without rhythm, and then was led by Gu Zhuoyan's fingers, like a marionette.

After playing half the piece on and off, Gu Zhuoyan understood why the music teacher was charging so much. He was so tired that he turned his face and asked, "Have you enjoyed it yet?"

Zhuang Fanxin replied, "Well, it's fun."

His words were a little heavy, and he seemed very sincere. After answering, he still stared into the other person's eyes. Through those eyes, the photos he saw last night flashed in his mind like a revolving light.

"I also want to learn to ride a horse," he said.

Gu Zhuoyan was a little speechless: "Go find your father."

Zhuang Fanxin said, "I still want to learn fencing."

How did this person go so far? Gu Zhuoyan silently glanced at the German Shepherd at his feet, thinking that it was you who brought it on. But politeness and demeanor are still required, he said perfunctorily: "What else do you want to do, you're welcome."

Zhuang Fan paused in his heart: "I still want to see you laugh."

Gu Zhuoyan was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know what expression to put on, so he turned his head to the other side and pretended not to hear. Zhuang Fanxin saw Gu Zhuoyan's embarrassment and was afraid of offending him, so he quietly moved to the other side of the sofa.

He changed the subject and said, "...Actually, I most want to see what the little girl is drawing."

Zhuang Fan rushed to the coffee table to watch Gu Baoyan's painting, but didn't raise his head for a long time. Originally, he used the child to resolve the embarrassment, but he started painting with him in a trance.

With more than 100 watercolor pens, Gu Baoyan hated black the most, so Zhuang Fanxin used black to scribble. He was extremely skilled, completing a painting in a few minutes, then writing his name in the footer out of habit.

Gu Baoyan asked, "Brother, when did you start learning to draw?"

Zhuang Fanxin replied: "Three years old."

Gu Baoyan said regretfully, "Then I'm too late."

Zhuang Fanxin encouraged his sister, remembering that he hadn't memorized his text yet, so he got up and left.

When the footsteps were gone, Gu Zhuoyan found that Zhuang Fanxin's painting had not been taken, and picked it up and looked at it, and it was a pair of hands with distinct joints. The lines of the left hand are open and sharp, while the right hand is soft and natural, and there are six extremely thin lines passing through the palm of the hand, which are the six strings of the guitar.

Gu Zhuoyan took the painting and walked to the balcony, looked down and saw Zhuang Fanxin walking out, he took out his mobile phone to dial, Zhuang Fanxin stopped and looked back, and then connected.

"I didn't take your painting."

Zhuang Fan said, "I'll give it to you."

Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Why are the two hands different?"

Zhuang Fanxin turned back, showed his back to the other side, and said as he walked, "The left hand is now, the right hand is the future. You are not very happy at the moment, I hope you will be happy in the future."

Gu Zhuoyan was stabbed: "What do you mean?"

"I don't know why you came to Rongcheng, but I hope you like it here." Zhuang Fanxin said softly, "Now, you can hold the dog leash and play the guitar. Maybe in the near future, you can play here. A friend's shoulder, or even the hand of a loved one."

Gu Zhuoyan's thoughts moved, and he quietly looked at the back of Zhuang Fanxin's head. He has to admit that people who are engaged in art are indeed more romantic, and he also has to admit that at this moment, he feels that Rongcheng is very beautiful.

After a few seconds, he said, "Neighbor, look back again."

Zhuang Fanxin stopped again, looked back at the balcony, and saw a small smile on Gu Zhuoyan's face. Although he didn't show his teeth, he was sincere.

He laughed too, rubbing his trouser pocket with his downed hand.

Why so shriveled

"Neighbor, stop laughing." Zhuang Fanxin said, "...I didn't have the key."

Now Gu Zhuoyan grinned and spoke in a good voice: "Then come up and play."