Gu Zhuoyan actually has very little experience in celebrating birthdays. If they have a good relationship, they can buy a gift. Strictly speaking, it is only when they celebrate Lu Wen's birthday that they are a little distracted.
But not too distracted.
It was already the fifteenth, and there were still eight or nine days before Christmas. Gu Zhuoyan began to prepare in an orderly manner.
There was a light rain at night, and it was colder. Zhuang Fanxin wore a mask when she went out in the morning. Gu Zhuoyan had been waiting under the tree for a long time, and said with a smile, "Is it that cold? Southerners really don't bear the cold."
Zhuang Fan's heart fluttered, and after walking out, he said, "My mouth is swollen, and southerners don't carry it."
Gu Zhuoyan was very excited when he heard it, as if he had done something awesome and had to see it. At first glance, it was indeed a little swollen and red, and he said nonsense: "The kiss is like this, it will be tolerated after a few times of swelling."
"Fart." Zhuang Fan didn't want to be fooled, "French kiss is not like this."
Gu Zhuoyan said: "Celebrate foreigners, this is Gu's."
Without shame or shame, he entangled himself into the subway station, crowded with people, Zhuang Fanxin's trouser legs were wet by the umbrella of the eldest brother next to him, he leaned into Gu Zhuoyan's arms, and gently rubbed Gu Zhuoyan's calf to dry it.
Gu Zhuoyan endured three stops, grabbed the waist when Zhuang Fanxin was rubbing vigorously, took the length from the tip of the thumb to the tip of the middle finger, and measured the waist circumference in a circle, and then measured it in this way. Bust, when I was measuring my hips, I was squeezed a bit, and my hand was heavy.
Zhuang Fan raised his head in a hurry, and his voice was like a mosquito: "Don't be here..."
Gu Zhuoyan was treated as a hooligan, and he deliberately didn't defend himself: "I just want to be here." He didn't pull his hand back, but grabbed it, and through his pants, he could feel his two buttocks shrinking tightly.
Zhuang Fan was embarrassed and afraid, grabbed Gu Zhuoyan's collar and pulled it down, tilted his head closer, and quickly asked into the other's ear, "Have you watched the movie?"
Gu Zhuoyan still pretended, and said "um" vaguely. The emotions in Zhuang Fan's eyes changed, and he could guess through the mask that he was biting his mouth and getting angry. After a long while, he finally couldn't hold back: "... share the link with me."
"Fuck you." Gu Zhuoyan surrendered and hurriedly left after arriving at the station.
There is this calendar hanging next to the blackboard. I have never seen it before. Gu Zhuoyan took a look at the door today. Christmas day is a Friday.
After the fourth class, Zhuang Fanxin went to the art gallery. Qi Nan was bored all afternoon and wrote a few lyrics on Zhuang Fanxin's desk. In my mind... Before the last sentence was finished, Gu Zhuoyan slapped the table and said, "Don't think about it, pick up the guest."
Qi Nan moved to the last row, holding a chemistry book: "Hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron, my skills are good."
Gu Zhuoyan spread out a piece of scratch paper and said directly, "I order a birthday cake, and you can deliver it on the 25th. I will contact you in advance for the specific time and place."
Qi Nan understood as soon as he heard it: "For me at the same table? No problem, how many inches? What flavor? What kind of cream?"
As expected of the heir to the dessert shop, Qi Nan took out his mobile phone and flipped through the photo album. There were more than 100 cakes of various types, and some selfies of straight men from the perspective of death. The two stared down at the table, Gu Zhuoyan reviewed them one by one.
"I'll go, so you're such a mother." Qi Nan complained.
Gu Zhuoyan said: "money is not a problem, use the best."
Qi Nan changed his tune: "I just like a pursuit customer like you."
The first grade is like a gold medal for avoiding death. Gu Zhuoyan lied that he was giving a topic to Qi Nan. At first, Qi Nan only thought that Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin had a really good relationship. Gradually, he felt a little trembling in his heart, and finally settled on his taste and style. He couldn't help but ask, "Did you and Zhuang Fanxin marry Jinlan?"
Gu Zhuoyan scratched his eyebrows: "Well, you can stick a knife in both sides."
Qi Nan sighed enviously and continued to study the candle. Gu Zhuoyan wanted a number, one "1" and one "7" was enough. "That's no problem." Qi Nan said, "By the way, do you want happy birthday in Chinese or English?"
"Chinese." Gu Zhuoyan was dull for a moment, "Add one more, baby."
Qi Nan was stunned: "Huh?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Just write: Baby, happy birthday."
Qi Nan was stunned, Yijie Jinlan is not like this! Gu Zhuoyan couldn't care less, he took out 600 yuan and stuffed it in. Qi Nan turned back and refused, and he didn't dare to ask for such an expensive price.
"The other is the hush money, don't talk nonsense." Gu Zhuoyan has a big-shot temperament, "Don't you want to buy a new skin, when I give you a Christmas present."
Qi Nan's heart fluttered, but he still didn't understand why the two men were called "baby".
The rain in Rongcheng is very evil, and it has a tendency to pour every day and night. Gu Zhuoyan stayed in the classroom after school to do his homework. Director Feng saw him on patrol and wished him another great success in the final exam.
When the time came, he went to the art museum to pick up Zhuang Fanxin home, the taxi leaned against the road, he lowered the window a little, and saw Zhuang Fanxin and Pei Zhizuo come out through the rain. Just as he was opening the door, a Tesla drove past, it was Zhuang Xianyang.
"Master, withdraw." Gu Zhuoyan said to the driver.
A layer of rainwater accumulated on the terrace on the second floor, and the raindrops hit the floor and floor-to-ceiling windows like drums until midnight. A few lights were on in the contact list, and all the three people showed "Fighting landlords on QQ". After a while, Lian Yiming and Lu Wen updated at the same time and said: Su Wang, you are not human!
Gu Zhuoyan called Lian Yiming and answered, "Have you not slept yet?"
"Sleep in a fart, Su Wang was mad at him." Lian Yiming took a deep breath, "Are you playing mahjong, torture him severely for me."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I have something to do with you, so please help me."
He wanted to give Zhuang Fanxin a custom-made fencing suit, including shoes, a helmet and a sword. The last time I helped me was buying sneakers, this time I was making custom clothes. Lian Yiming felt that he was a purchasing agent.
When the measurements were sent, Lian Yiming said, "So thin, do you feel your hands?"
"It's none of your business." Gu Zhuoyan hasn't finished explaining, "You go to my house again. In the small warehouse of my building, the medals of the fencing competition are placed on the fourth floor of the cabinet, and they are sent together with the clothes."
Lian Yiming asked: "Is there a medal too? When are you two going to get married?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "His birthday."
After making arrangements to hang up the phone, Gu Zhuoyan just clicked the search button. The search engine was on the verge of exploding these days. He was searching for "birthday gifts" even while walking the dog. He didn't even see Bond eating shit under the tree. In case the clothes are not ready to catch the blind, he has to prepare one more, so he enters "Christmas gifts", red, green and green, and then searches for "quality Christmas gifts", and a KFC Christmas bucket comes out directly.
As for restaurants, there are more than 2,000 reviews of more than 100 restaurants in Rongcheng on the Internet, and Gu Zhuoyan is blinded. Due to his exhaustion, he has been very lazy and cold these days. When he has nothing to do at school, he looks out the window and waits for Christmas to come.
"Gu Zhuoyan, are you playing?"
Don't fight, don't have time.
"Humble words, do you understand the fourth question, let's talk about it."
Do not speak, do not understand.
"Gu Zhuoyan, a girl in the first class asked for your mobile phone number, should I tell her?"
What to tell you, I don't like women.
On the 24th, the fencing uniform was delivered. Lian Yiming's taste was so bad, he actually used a pink and purple gift box with a bow. Gu Zhuoyan thought about it for a while, Zhuang Fanxin could even accept the snow crystal ball, and he probably liked it.
It was Christmas Eve in the evening, the art exhibition was ready, and the volunteers finished work at 8:00.
Gu Zhuoyan didn't go home after school, so he went straight to a community and took the elevator to the eighteenth floor with ease. Before he could ring the doorbell, the door opened from the inside.
Pei Zhi was startled when he saw him. Taking the elevator down again, Pei Zhi asked, "You... looking for me?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Give me the work permit of your art exhibition, and I will accompany Fanxin tomorrow."
It was too direct, and Pei Zhi was confused: "I still use it."
"Schools in the U.S. are on vacation, right?" Gu Zhuoyan laughed, "Where are you going at night, to meet friends? It's not easy to fly back home. Why don't we spend Christmas together tomorrow?"
Pei Zhi was shocked: "You are so scary."
Said he couldn't help but offered his work permit.
Gu Zhuoyan pretended, and the gentleman said, "Don't leak the secret, don't worry."
He left quickly, went back to set the alarm clock, and wished Zhuang Fanxin "Happy Birthday" at the last second of Christmas Eve.
On Christmas morning, Zhuang Fanxin started to be beautiful when he woke up. He was afraid that others would forget and even sent a circle of friends-every time when Santa was one year old. Can't wait to go out, expecting Gu Zhuoyan to be waiting for him, but not expecting that the other party is not wearing a school uniform.
"Why didn't you wear it?" He was going to an art exhibition, and he didn't wear it recently.
Gu Zhuoyan burned the bag and said, "I'll show you handsome."
Zhuang Fanxin was really dumbfounded by handsome, and halfway through, he found the work permit on Gu Zhuoyan's neck. Gu Zhuoyan only said that Pei Zhi had something to do, so he took the opportunity to take advantage of it. Zhuang Fanxin didn't gossip about anything at all, and said excitedly, "Then can you go with me?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I'm leaving two classes late, so don't let the teacher doubt it."
"Yeah, how do you ask for leave?"
"No, Gu Baoyan will paint for you, and I will skip a class for you."
When I got to school, it was morning reading in English. Zhuang Fanxin stood on the podium and was drowned out by the roar. The art committee announced the news for everyone. Please enjoy the annual Zhuang Fanxin personal talent show and sing "Jingle Bells" a cappella.
Gu Zhuoyan was leaning against the back of the chair to watch the excitement. His state was completely different from watching Gu Baoyan playing the violin.
After singing, the monitor deliberately said, "Okay, let's read the text."
Zhuang Fanxin slapped the podium: "No way! Sing all for me!"
Qi Nan took out a gift from his schoolbag: "Happy birthday to you—"
Gu Zhuoyan stretched his neck to look, Lei killed him, last year he gave a crystal ball, this year he gave a merry-go-round music box, and if he listened to the music carefully, it was still "City in the Sky".
The whole class sang the birthday song, Xia Wei came in and stood by the door to beat the beat, Zhuang Fanxin was lying on the desk, so happy that he fainted.
At noon, Zhuang Fanxin invited the whole class to drink milk tea. After drinking, he went to the art exhibition. Gu Zhuoyan waited for two more classes, and slipped away quietly during the big break. Xueba's halo is too strong, everyone defaulted to going to the bathroom for his empty seat, which led to the teacher's late self-study and no problems were found.
There is a red carpet outside the art museum, the media are arriving one after another, and the museum is undergoing a final inspection. When Gu Zhuoyan came here for the first time, he followed Zhuang Fanxin for a walk, obedient like a follower.
The person in charge of reception carried a few coffees and sent them into the lounge in turn. Zhuang Fanxin also went to help, and said as he walked, "There are many guests, more than 40 artists, and celebrities, all in the lounge."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I'll carry it, where should I go?"
Zhuang Fanxin looked at it: "That room, Grandma Pei Zhi is there."
Gu Zhuoyan followed behind, looking at the nameplate on the door, the No. 1 lounge, Professor Pei Yuanzhou, Professor Sun Hai, and the representative of the investor—the CEO of GSG Group.
His heart skipped a beat, was he the GSG he knew...
Zhuang Fanxin had already pushed open the door, Gu Zhuoyan inevitably looked in, only to see Xue Manzi sitting inside brightly and beautifully, and the smile on her face was not taken away when she saw it.
The author has something to say: At present, there is no clear deputy CP, so everyone can mix and match as they like, but don't make up a crush on your own, I write it out, you have a gap, after all, I often drive in the opposite direction = =