"Just cry for a while." Gu Zhuoyan coaxed in a low voice, without a tissue, he took out a small handkerchief of Gu Baoyan from his pocket, with sunflowers printed on it.
Zhuang Fan held the mask in his hand, consciously crying and crying, but he couldn't stop it, and some tears even leaked from the hole. After a while, Gu Zhuoyan forcefully broke his hand, wiped it, and took him to the shady corner.
Some people craned their necks to look at them, and some talked quietly, it didn't matter, what Gu Zhuoyan wanted to do was to be shameless. At that time, he came out of the closet once, and he was implicated by others. Today, he arranged for Zhuang Fanxin.
He understands Zhuang Fan's awkwardness and jealousy, and understands that he likes someone, so he can't wait for the good and the bad, and the embarrassing scenery to be shared by himself and the other party. Like a cotton candy with a thread, it is torn apart and melted, and it is also sweet.
Gu Zhuoyan lifted Zhuang Fanxin's chin and wiped a tear: "Are you still angry?"
Zhuang Fan said in his heart, "I've reflected on it." He was extremely obedient, and his pale red eyelids looked more sincere, "I've been so unreasonable these days, I'm sorry."
After several days and nights of the Cold War, Gu Zhuoyan made up his mind before he came, and after the reconciliation, he had to teach a lesson and set rules, but at this moment, his mind was a little blank. He put his hand around the back of Zhuang Fanxin's neck, hooked it, hugged it in his arms, and said, "It's the first time I wrote a love letter, it's quite rough, you can make it."
There was a humming sound in his chest, Zhuang Fan's heart was stuck in Gu Zhuoyan's heart and boiled water, the swaying passion and instant emotion flew out of the spout, Gu Zhuoyan stroked the back of his head, and it felt static when he touched it.
It took a long time to calm down. After the pear blossoms brought the rain, he felt ashamed. Zhuang Fanxin wanted to put on a mask again. Gu Zhuoyan pressed his hand. Come on, he was not afraid of hitting the tree.
Zhuang Fan sniffed, his eyes centered on Gu Zhuoyan's body, white shirt, tuxedo, suit pants, with a delicate romantic knot around his neck, like a gentleman, a prince, and most like a groom.
Gu Zhuoyan saw Qi Nanfa's circle of friends and guessed that Zhuang Fanxin would also come. When he asked Zhao Jianqiu, it turned out that he borrowed clothes from Xue Maochen and came with Gu Baoyan.
"Oh yes." Gu Zhuoyan said, "Auntie asked me to tell you that she and her uncle booked a restaurant for two, so please think about it for lunch."
Zhuang Fan's heart was clinging at the moment: "Let's eat outside at noon?"
"Sister Hu said that on the first day of the new year, you will have a big meal." Gu Zhuoyan took Zhuang Fanxin around and walked back, "Go home later and spend New Year's Day with my grandfather."
Under the tree at the entrance of the comic exhibition, Princess Jasmine is playing cards with Nanxiong Qimu.
After taking a photo with Qingfeng Dahui, Qi Nan turned around and saw Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fan looking at each other in the crowd. Simply take the child for a walk.
Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin found them and sat under the tree. Qi Nan wondered, "Do you two have a story?"
Zhuang Fan felt a little guilty: "We want to take the top ten exams together."
"Damn it," Qi Nan said, "it's still a fairy tale."
Gu Zhuoyan simply pretended, and lowered his head to ask Gu Baoyan, "Who bought you the poker?"
"What kind of poker is it? You are not soiled." Qi Nan took out a stack of small tickets, "Come on, Cardcaptor Sakura cards, Natsume figures, Luffy dolls, and a cheese hot dog set, your sister will cost me two More than a hundred, report the account."
Gu Zhuoyan took out his wallet: "Is there any other activities next?"
Qi Nan smiled mysteriously. Next, he was going to participate in an offline sorority meeting to get to know the little sister and the little sister. Gu Baoyan quickly asked, "Can a little sister like me participate?"
"You're a little too young." Qi Nan took off the tentacles and put it on Gu Baoyan's head, "I'll give it to you, use super powers to speed up your growth."
Qi Nan left them to pursue happiness, Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin took the children back to the house, Zhuang Fanxin did not change clothes, and went to Xue's house for a big meal.
Today, Sister Hu is with them. After counting, Sister Hu has been taking care of Xue Maochen for almost five years. When Zhuang Fanxin was just entering junior high school, she was brought in by Xue Maochen as a judge. .
It was crowded together, accompanied by a table full of dishes and baked pizza, as if back to the day when the brothers and sisters first arrived, Xue Maochen opened a bottle of red wine and sighed with emotion in the rich aroma. Had a good laugh.
Zhuang Fan took a sip of red wine, it was very fragrant, and he clinked glasses with Xue Maochen: "Grandpa, I will also come to eat this Spring Festival this year."
Gu Zhuoyan raised his eyes, and frivolously kicked Zhuang Fanxin's ankle, relying on the length of his legs. Xue Maochen was in the dark and said, "Really? You go to the United States every winter vacation to accompany your grandparents. Don't bluff me as an empty nester."
Zhuang Fanxin said: "I won't go this year, I want to stay in Rongcheng for the New Year."
In fact, he hadn't told his parents yet, but he felt that Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu would agree, and even if they disagreed, they couldn't tie him to the plane. He peeked at Gu Zhuoyan, used his eyebrows to talk to the end of his eyes, and he wanted to spend Christmas together, New Year's Day together, and Spring Festival with you.
Gu Zhuoyan saw it clearly and said, "Grandpa, I'm not going back either."
"Then your grandfather can't settle accounts with me?" Xue Maochen said happily, "Of course, I'm not afraid of him."
Gu Zhuoyan said: "This year, we will celebrate the Spring Festival together, but your red envelopes should be thicker."
They coaxed Xue Maochen to be happy, and the red wine dwindled by half a bottle without realizing it.
In the afternoon, Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin stayed in the bedroom, the floor-to-ceiling windows were cracked, letting in the wind and light of the winter in Rongcheng. The bow tie was torn off early in the morning, and the two buttons on the top were untied. Gu Zhuoyan sat on the sofa so leisurely, feeling a little sleepy after drinking.
There was white paper scattered on the table, and two or three pencils of different thicknesses. Zhuang Fanxin sat down at the corner of the bed, pointed at Gu Zhuoyan, picked up the pen and paper, and began to trace.
A few minutes later, Gu Zhuoyan lifted his eyelids: "Make me a model again?"
Zhuang Fan didn't say a word, just painted, and after a few minutes passed, he rubbed the white paper, repeated it, and rubbed it again, again and again, without end. Gu Zhuoyan's eyes were closed, and there were also gaps, and he watched Zhuang Fan's heart torment half-awake.
I can't count the number of sheets, the waste paper was thrown on the carpet, Zhuang Fanxin reached out to get a new one, but Gu Zhuoyan grabbed his wrist and yanked him, dragging him from the corner of the bed to him.
Like a grandfather, Gu Zhuoyan patted his thigh.
Zhuang Fanxin sat up, twisted into the most comfortable and softest position, and hunched his back into Gu Zhuoyan's arms, waiting for Gu Zhuoyan to wrap his arms around him, even if the sky was torn apart, he would not bother to move any longer.
"One by one," Gu Zhuoyan reckoned, "are you wasting my paper on purpose?"
Zhuang Fan said, "I'm not good at painting." He raised his arms around Gu Zhuoyan's neck, and his breath was filled with the smell of wine. Gu Zhuoyan opened his eyes at this moment: "Why can't I paint well? I didn't move around."
With a pat, the slippers on Zhuang Fanxin's feet fell off, and he said, "But I moved."
Gu Zhuoyan was at a loss: "Where did you mess up?"
Zhuang Fan lowered his eyes, grabbed Gu Zhuoyan's hand on his leg, put it on his chest, pressed down with force through the fencing, his eyelashes couldn't help trembling, and said shyly, "I'm looking at you, and it's moving around here. ."
Gu Zhuoyan blushed a little, is the wine strong cowardly, how can this person be so naive, he has no time to think about anything else, he tilted his head to kiss Zhuang Fanxin's face, pinched his lower jaw and raised his lips.
He has always kissed fiercely, and swelled people every time, but now he is gentle, and the peaks of his lips are drawn with a pen, dipping two lips, pushing his teeth, reaching in and hooking out, so soft, he can't tell for a while. The tongue is still the flesh in the arms.
Zhuang Fan whimpered again, raised his head, his small Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a faint sound escaped from his throat. He was running out of strength, his arms were shaky on Gu Zhuoyan's shoulders, obviously he didn't do anything, and the hot sweat had already wet his temples.
"Are you still painting?"
"Well... can't draw..."
There was a bird on the terrace that landed on the railing, croaked loudly, and flew away.
Gu Zhuoyan let go of Zhuang Fan's heart after they came and went, all gasping for breath, the breath of wine mixed in and out, and sober changed into intoxication.
He lifted the hair in front of Zhuang Fanxin's forehead, and the forehead and face were flushed with bright red, and he pulled off a little collar, and his small neck was also red and hot. The stamina of the red wine turned up, Zhuang Fanxin's pupils were hazy, and his whole body was drained.
However, he was still a little conscious. He climbed the wall drunk as a cat, hummed on Gu Zhuoyan's shoulder for a long time, and said softly, mixed with alcohol, "I love you."
Gu Zhuoyan's eyes flashed, he hooked his waist and legs and picked him up, walked to the bed, raised his knees and half-kneeled to calm Zhuang Fan's heart. He felt innocent, only blamed Zhuang Fan for drinking too much, taking off his fencing jacket and fencing pants.
Zhuang Fanxin's body was only a small vest and underwear, and pure white stockings were wrapped around his slender calf. He felt cold, and even more hot, and a large area of his skin was exposed to the air, plated with light sprinkled in, like mercury on gold foil.
Zhuang Fan curled up in his heart, groping for the quilt to cover his shame.
Gu Zhuoyan refused, stepped onto the bed and shrouded Zhuang Fan's heart, and neatly unbuttoned his shirt.
"I..." In Zhuang Fan's distracted pupils, there was only Gu Zhuoyan's face approaching. He was straightened sideways and his legs were opened. He remembered the words in the love letter and tried to approach you, ask for, violate...
Suddenly, Gu Zhuoyan's hand inserted into his hair, comforting him, seducing him, and firmly controlling him.
"Baby," Gu Zhuoyan said, "love letters are not written for nothing, you have to be obedient."
Zhuang Fan responded vaguely, unable to hide his timidity.
The heavy door is like a layer of filter screen, and the birdsong on the terrace comes out, not so crisp, and the creaking of the bed is trivial. Happy cry.
Zhuang Fan's heart softened into a puddle of water, and he let Gu Zhuoyan sip a drink. There were their shadows on the light-colored walls, which were tightly stacked, like gems inlaid on a tray, nailed or inserted, so firm that they could not be separated.
In the afternoon when it was sunny and didn’t need to turn on the lights, they indulged and dazzled the sheets. Zhuang Fan’s heart was trembling on the pillow. The two palms rubbed together.
In the evening, Zhuang Fanxin fell asleep and woke up, woke up and fell asleep tiredly. During the period, Sister Hu knocked on the door and said that dinner was ready. Gu Zhuoyan said with a steady breath that she was not hungry. As soon as the person left, she leaned over and bit Zhuang Fanxin. of tattoos.
At night, Gu Zhuoyan was awakened by the cool wind, Zhuang Fan's heart was in his arms, and the red tide on his face had not yet faded. He got up and closed the sash window, hugged Zhuang Fanxin and went to the bathroom to clean him.
Gu Zhuoyan put on Zhuang Fanxin's underwear and T-shirt, wrapped it tightly with the quilt, hugged him tightly and went to sleep.
In the chaos, Zhuang Fanxin rubbed his chin, his voice weak: "Ass hurts..."
Gu Zhuoyan reached out and rubbed his hands, his palms almost wrapped around Zhuang Fan's heart. He wasn't sure how much the other party hurt him.
They hugged each other until the sun was shining brightly. If it wasn't for the severe cramps in the calf, Zhuang Fan would still not wake up. He twisted and struggled, closed his eyes, and hummed more pitifully. Gu Zhuoyan suddenly sobered up, got up and pinched his calf, and gradually stopped twitching. He opened his eyes in confusion and looked at Gu Zhuoyan who was caught red. back.
"Are you still asleep?" Gu Zhuoyan put down his legs and rushed up to hold him down.
Zhuang Fan shook his head in heart, and the drink subsided, and he soberly scrolled through yesterday's picture, frame by frame in high-definition 1080P.
He looked at Gu Zhuoyan's neck, the teeth marks on it were very obvious: "...Did I bite?"
"What do you think?" Gu Zhuoyan said, "You have to grow strawberries for me and call me a piece of jalapeño for a long time. You're really angry and gave me a sip."
Zhuang Fan apologized angrily: "I'm sorry, I drank too much."
"It doesn't matter." Gu Zhuoyan smiled sullenly and pulled the quilt away, "I also bit you."
Zhuang Fanxin lifted up his T-shirt, there was no good flesh on his shoulders, neck and chest, mottled with pink and pink, he glanced at his side waist, and pinched a red belt for him. His legs hurt a little bit, and his underwear was a little too big. It was the one he bought for Gu Zhuoyan. He looked around to find his own, and saw the clothes hanging on the drying rack on the terrace.
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I washed it."
"..." Zhuang Fan's heart turned red, "I'll just take it back and wash it myself."
"I got wet yesterday." Gu Zhuoyan forced the person to a dead end, "It was dripping wet."
Zhuang Fanxin got up and covered Gu Zhuoyan's mouth, and was hugged by the situation. Gu Zhuoyan got out of bed with him, went to the closet to pick clothes, pressed him against the door of the closet and grinded him, saying that his skin was thin and tender, and he said: It made him almost pissed off.
There were more than a dozen missed calls from Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu, and there were photos of the sorority party posted by Qi Nan. Zhuang Fanxin changed into Gu Zhuoyan's sportswear, covered his arms and legs, washed his face and prepared to go home.
He couldn't walk fast, he took a step and all his limbs were pantothenic acid. He walked out of the gate of Xue's house, and he didn't let Gu Zhuoyan send him away.
"Then slow down." Gu Zhuoyan urged, "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable, and I'll come to the door and rub the medicine for you."
Zhuang Fan walked forward with a blushing heart, carrying his fencing suit and his love letter.
He turned around and called, "Gu Zhuoyan."
"Huh?" Gu Zhuoyan looked at him.
Zhuang Fanxin said: "I will tell my parents when I go back, I am with you."