Hope You’ve Been Well

Chapter 47: Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu, me and you

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"There's no need to give change." Zhuang Fan's heart was generally not so generous, he was a little anxious, and the taxi got out of the car before it was stable. Pei Zhina couldn't speak clearly on the phone, so he asked him to come to the house, and the tone seemed to be ill.

He met Pei Zhi for the first time when he was five years old. In the office of the Academy of Fine Arts, he waited for his father to get off work, and Pei Zhi waited for his grandmother to get off work. Can you draw? This is the opening remarks between them, whoever asks who can't remember, but they all know it.

Later, in order to save trouble, Zhuang Xianyang or Pei Yuanzhou left homework for them, and painted trees in the teaching building and the cleaning aunt in the cafeteria. They grew up, went to the studio to sketch together, learned design and participated in competitions together, each other's parents were busy, and they went to be babysitters for each other during minor illnesses and disasters.

Zhuang Fan was impatient but not chaotic. First, he bought some fruit at the convenience store at the entrance of the community, and there was a small pharmacy next to him, and then he bought a box of antipyretics. When he got out of the elevator to the door, he rang the doorbell: "Pei Zhi? I'm here."

It was Pei Yuanzhou who opened the door.

"Grandma?" Zhuang Fan thought that grandma was not at home, so Pei Zhi asked him to take care of her. After entering the door, the room was very quiet. He asked, "Grandma, what's wrong with Pei Zhi?"

Pei Yuanzhou said, "He is very good."

"Ah? I thought he was ill." Zhuang Fan wisely sensed the situation and took out the fruit he just bought, "Grandma, the strawberries are for you, the boss said they are very sweet."

Pei Yuanzhou sighed, his mental outlook was completely different from the day of the art exhibition, and he did not have the majesty of a professor, just like an ordinary old lady who was tired of housework. Zhuang Fanxin chatted with him for a while, the room was still so quiet, what are you doing, Pei Zhi is not at home at all, right

On the pretext of going to the bathroom, he passed the bedroom to see that there was no one inside, and couldn't help but ask, "Grandma, where did Pei Zhi go?"

Pei Yuanzhou pointed to the balcony and sighed again. Zhuang Fan thought to himself that it was over, he walked over and looked through the sliding window, and saw Pei Zhi standing facing the corner of the small balcony, looking very autistic.

He understands that usually only if he commits a crime, he will be locked up, and 80% of it has something to do with Pei Zhi's absence at Christmas.

Zhuang Fan thought about how to reconcile, and said, "Grandma, I heard his voice sounded like a cold. What if I stood there for too long and fainted?"

"I still have the heart to use you as a rescuer. I think he is quite sober." The old lady said. Zhuang Fan paced back, gritted his teeth and acted coquettishly: "Grandma, how boring I am alone, you ask him to come out to entertain me."

Pei Yuanzhou still didn't agree. He didn't know how much fire he had in his heart. Zhuang Fan's heart was broken, so he coaxed the old lady back to the room to lie down, and then went to rescue Pei Zhi.

Back to the bedroom and closed the door, the two fell to the bed together, Zhuang Fanxin could see Pei Zhi's pale face. He died of curiosity: "What's going on here, how long have you been facing the wall?"

Pei Zhi replied, "It started at eight in the morning."

As soon as he spoke, his voice became hoarse. It's already 2:30 in the afternoon, and Zhuang Fanxin handed a glass of water: "Grandma is too cruel, is it because you didn't go to the art exhibition yesterday? You are too, if you have something to say."

"Blame me." Pei Zhi said, "I didn't go home last night."

Missing for a day and night without going home, not going to school, it's really wild. Zhuang Fan thought of Gu Zhuoyan's work permit and asked, "What have you been doing? Can you tell me?"

Pei Zhi slumped softly on the pillow: "A friend came back from vacation, I'll go see him."

Which school has such an early holiday, is it in the United States? Zhuang Fan's heart suddenly reacted: "That senior in the pantry?!"

Pei Zhi smiled weakly: "He took me back in the morning, and it happened that my grandmother went out to look for me. When I bumped into it, she... Grandma didn't allow me to play with him."

Pei Yuanzhou has only Pei Zhi, his grandson, who has always been doting on his side, so he has such a big temper. Zhuang Fanxin remembers that Pei Zhi said that he didn't communicate with his seniors. Could it be because of his grandmother's relationship

"Grandma knows you're gay?"

Pei Zhi nodded. The grandparents and grandchildren didn't talk about it explicitly, but the long-term mutual dependence has long been understood. A few years ago, Pei Yuanzhou was the first faculty member willing to participate in the Public Welfare Cultural Festival where the Academy of Fine Arts organized gay rights equality activities.

Zhuang Fanxin never looked for reasons from idols, guessing: "Is there something wrong with that senior?"

Learning sucks? bastard? Wouldn't it be a criminal who absconded from the United States

The more he guessed, the more outrageous he became. Zhuang Fan said anxiously, "What are you selling!"

Pei Zhi said softly, "He is legally my father's son."

It was almost evening when he left from Pei Zhi's house, Zhuang Fanxin was wearing a sweater and hat and carrying the birthday present that Pei Zhi gave him.

It was not easy to take a taxi, so he walked slowly along the sidewalk. It was dark when he got home, and he used the fare to buy a large cup of oden at the supermarket next to the small intersection. Just after drinking the hot soup, a black dog jumped over, and the Samoyed riding outside the supermarket began to arch his waist.

"Boss!" Zhuang Fanxin shouted back, "Maomao has been molested!"

The boss is behind the cashier: "It's alright! Normal love!"

Zhuang Fanxin stared at the dog, wondering why the black dog looks like Bond? A person flashed out at the intersection, holding a leash and a mobile phone. It was Bond's legal father, Gu Zhuoyan.

When Gu Zhuoyan saw him, he was very embarrassed: "I'm laughing."

Zhuang Fanxin asked: "Isn't Bond sterilized? Why is there such a demand?"

"The only thing is fertility, and there is absolutely no stubbornness." Gu Zhuoyan said, "After Dongfang has been invincible from the palace, don't they still have several little beauties."

The two sat on the small bench at the entrance of the supermarket and ate Oden. Gu Zhuoyan ate a bunch of bamboo wheels, and after a while, he remembered: "By the way, my mother went back at noon."

Xue Manzi's opinion at this stage, the guarantee, Gu Zhuoyan told Zhuang Fanxin in a more serious tone. Zhuang Fan was stunned and held up the radish block to become hysterical: "That means..."

Gu Zhuoyan leaned over and ate the radish: "It means to study hard. We will gather in my study at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Zhuang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, he was stimulated a lot today, and he couldn't help but frighten him. Lovers have microscopes in their eyes, Gu Zhuoyan saw that he had mutated and asked him what happened.

He faltered, could he tell anyone else

But Gu Zhuoyan should be able to count others.

"I'm going to Pei Zhi's house." Zhuang Fan's heart moved closer, and the spy whispered to Gu Zhuoyan like a joint. Gu Zhuoyan, a person who likes to play cool, couldn't hold back, "Fuck me" two or three times.

"So that's his brother? Half-brother?"

"It wasn't born by his father. The senior's mother and his father were married for the second time." Zhuang Fanxin said, "but his father abandoned his mother because of the senior's mother, so grandma would never allow them to be together."

Gu Zhuoyan frowned: "No, it's rare for me to like it."

Zhuang Fan thought: "Did Pei know at first that he never followed his father since he was a child."

People who go out with dogs know that they are eager to hurry up. The two living people only focus on chatting about other people's gossip. After talking about Pei Zhi, they are not too happy, and Gu Zhuoyan shares another piece of Su Wang's.

Su Wang got off the list on Christmas Eve. It was with the netizens in the game. After changing the chat group to "strongly celebrate Su Wang's withdrawal", he forced Gu Zhuoyan and the others to log in to the game to call sister-in-law in turn. .

We chatted very well, but in the dark, Gu Zhuoyan didn't notice that Zhuang Fanxin's face was flushed.

The two blusheds were hard to disappear for a long time, and Zhuang Fan's face became even more arrogant when he remembered the design drawings at night. In fact, he didn't focus on the main point, and no one could tell it, and he couldn't make it public.

In the afternoon, Pei Zhi was wrapped in a quilt and had a fever. Zhuang Fanxin bought the medicine, fed Pei Zhi to eat it, and said casually, "I'll tell my grandmother, she might soften her heart when she knows that you have a fever in the station."

Pei Zhi grabbed him tightly: "You forgive me, do you have a fever when I stand up for punishment?"

"What's the matter?" Zhuang Fan asked.

Pei Zhi looked at him, silent for a long time, the end of his eyes was burning or what, the red was clearly marked. Zhuang Fan's heart was dimly awake, he stood up, sat on the bed again, and moved his butt back and forth against the edge of the bed.

"You haven't returned all night, where did you sleep?"

"at the hotel."

Zhuang Fan was inexplicably uneasy: "Are you on your own, or with..."

"Not myself." Pei Zhi covered the quilt.

Zhuang Fan pulled his heart down: "Then why are you uncomfortable?"

Pei Zhi said, "I was beaten hard."

With a bang, Zhuang Fanxin sat beside the bed and was dumbfounded. When he asked the hotel, he had already guessed it, but the impact of hearing the other party's words was still huge. He couldn't imagine the calm and sensible Pei Zhi... He didn't dare to imagine it, but he couldn't control it at all!

Unable to keep his mouth shut, Zhuang Fanxin asked in a low voice, "How do you feel?"

Pei Zhi replied: "If you try to find Gu Zhuoyan, you will know."

With just such a sentence, Zhuang Fanxin's face was hot until he went to bed at night, and he lay flat on the bed, thinking about Gu Zhuoyan, wanting Gu Zhuoyan to lie beside him, wanting to kiss Gu Zhuoyan, or hugging him.

He rolled over and hugged Munchic, as if he was going to strangle Munchic to death, too small, and hugged the pillow across Munchic. "Baby." He learned from Gu Zhuoyan for the third time, and the second half of the sentence began to be original, "Oak tree and kapok, German shepherd and Samoyed, Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu, me and you."

Zhuang Fan's heart fluttered under the quilt, pressing down on the pillow and burying his face. He hasn't planted strawberries for Gu Zhuoyan yet. Is it suitable for him to do his homework tomorrow

A sea of fire burned in his mind, he could feel it, and his palm gradually rubbed to his lower abdomen.

Click, Zhuang Xianyang pushed open the door: "Sleep?"

Zhuang Fanxin was almost scared to pee: "No, no."

"Get up, the study is full of your drafts, clean it up." Zhuang Xianyang turned on the light and saw the messy pillows and dolls. "What are you doing? Are you addicted to potato chips again?"

Zhuang Fanxin got up, with a layer of sweat on his forehead. After tidying up the study, Zhao Jianqiu called him to the garden to apply bacteria fertilizer. The housework was dehumanizing.

Seeing Gu Zhuoyan the next day, Zhuang Fan's hidden throbbing turned into restlessness, and he was studying with peace of mind. He touched Gu Zhuoyan's feet under the table, his elbows frequently crossed the thirty-eighth line, and leaned on each other while shouting tired.

"I squeezed too much shower gel yesterday, do you smell me?"

"... Fragrant." Gu Zhuoyan changed a piece of draft paper, "Sit down, I'll give you a set of dense scrolls after writing, didn't I say that I want to improve at the end of the term?"

Zhuang Fanxin was obediently studying at noon, but Gu Zhuoyan hadn't stopped to talk to him for a while, and after studying at noon again, the scratch paper was full, so he gave him some eyes when he was wrong.

He understood that Gu Zhuoyan was not only called Gu Zhuoyan, but also Xue Baochai, whose real name was actually Liu Xiahui.

The evening was so beautiful, Zhuang Fanxin was lying on the table watching Gu Zhuoyan studying, the phone rang, and the activists in the class wished everyone a Happy New Year's Day in advance in the group, so Xia Wei came out and reminded that it was the end of the term soon.

Zhuang Fanxin said: "The end of the term is the winter vacation!"

Xia Wei: "After the winter vacation, the next semester is over!"

Qi Nan: "The end of next semester is summer vacation!"

"The third year of high school is over after the summer vacation! I don't know how nervous I am!" Xia Wei was furious and banned meaningless group chats.

Zhuang Fanxin put down the phone, stretched out his hand and poked the back of Gu Zhuoyan's hand, and gently stroked the light blue blood vessels with his fingertips: "What time do you rest?"

Gu Zhuoyan said, "Ten o'clock in the evening."

Zhuang Fanxin had nothing to say. He packed his schoolbag and went home for dinner. He walked to the door. He bent back and bent down, and kissed Gu Zhuoyan on the left cheek.

He said quickly, "I've been infatuated with you all day today."

The tip of the pen drew a line, Gu Zhuoyan turned his head, and Zhuang Fanxin ran away without looking back.

When the national flag was raised on Monday morning, Zhuang Fanxin hadn't forgotten to ask Qi Nan to settle the account. Why did the birthday cake cost 600 yuan without even writing a word. It's an enemy, because yesterday's negative school-weariness spread in the group, Xia Wei came over and kicked each of them, and immediately gathered together to keep warm.

Back in the classroom, before the bell rang, Zhuang Fanxin sorted out the papers that he didn't take away on Friday afternoon, and piled them up in the table pocket.

The last one was pulled out and opened, with a greeting card in the back of the table pocket.

Zhuang Fanxin took it out and looked at it. It was estimated that it was stuffed after he left, and he missed the trip. The greeting card is off-white, with embossed craftsmanship. Boys are not so particular about it. When I opened it, it turned out to be a few lines of graceful characters—

Fanxin, happy birthday.

I have always remembered your high spirits when you returned from the competition, and I also like to see your cheerful smiles and smiles. The most accustomed thing is that you urge everyone to do English listening carefully every time.

The whole class sings the birthday song for you, do you hear my voice

Next Christmas, I want to sing to you alone, okay

Signed: Wang Churan.

Omg.