Hope You’ve Been Well

Chapter 50: Serving the month

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The door was open, the Tesla in front of the door was unlocked, and there was a crack in the trunk. Zhuang Fanxin entered the house and walked to the front of the building. He heard the footsteps of slippers stepping on the floor.

He went upstairs quietly, changing his clothes beforehand, even if he didn't change, he had to put away the undried shorts. When everything was properly packed, he made tea or cut fruit with his own hands, and asked Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu to sit down together and listen to what he had to say.

Zhuang Fan raised his breath, saying that he was dating Gu Zhuoyan, and he was actually coming out of the closet, so he was a little nervous.

Halfway up the stairs, the movement on the second floor was from far to near, Zhao Jianqiu turned out with his skirt on, and was startled when he saw him: "Why are you silent, just came back?"

Zhuang Fanxin leaned against the wall and raised his face, quietly "um".

Zhao Jianqiu asked, "Why didn't you answer so many calls yesterday?"

"Uh," Zhuang Fan hesitated, "I drank too much at Grandpa Xue's house."

"Promising." Zhao Jianqiu said, "So you don't go home at night, and only come back after dawn?"

Zhuang Fan didn't dare to speak up, and he didn't go home at night. In his mind, this was not an upright word. It seemed to imply a secret cowardice and shame.

Zhao Jianqiu scolded him softly, the two families were less than 100 meters away, and he could climb back even if he climbed back.

Zhuang Fan lowered his eyebrows and nodded his head, thinking to himself, how could he have the strength to climb back? He asked Gu Zhuoyan to hold his waist and carry his legs, and play like a boneless thing all afternoon. He didn't know how dark it was. , I only know that there are bursts of black in front of my eyes.

Fortunately, Zhao Jianqiu didn't say much. He seemed to be cleaning up the room. He went downstairs and brought the U-shaped pillow from the sofa. When he passed Zhuang Fanxin, he thought his son was in the way, so he patted his butt.

"—Ah!" Zhuang Fan couldn't help it.

"What are you calling?" Zhao Jianqiu asked strangely, "As for what? Why are you still crying?"

At that moment, the swelling and pain swept through the whole body, and the scalp became numb. As strong as yesterday's pleasure, the pain at this moment was so awesome. Zhuang Fanxin wiped away the burst of tears, bit his lower lip and forced it, his buttocks stretched as tightly as a compressed biscuit.

He leaned against the wall for a long time, and then raised his legs to fight. The weak willows of Fufeng were not as delicate as him. When he climbed to the second floor, the living room was a little messy, and Zhao Jianqiu was going in and out to find things.

"Fan Xin is back?" Zhuang Xianyang called him.

Walking outside the bedroom, Zhuang Fan saw that there was a suitcase spread out on the floor, Zhuang Xianyang squatted in front of the suitcase and folded his clothes, and the U-shaped pillow just now was also placed inside.

"Dad, are you going on a business trip?" he asked.

Zhuang Xianyang replied, "Fly to Los Angeles."

Zhuang Fan didn't know why: "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Xianyang said, "Your grandfather is sick."

Regarding a phone call in the United States, I left immediately, and I didn't even have time to go to the Academy of Fine Arts to ask for a leave of absence to adjust a class. Zhuang Xianyang gave Zhuang Fanxin the leave request form and related instructions, and asked him to go to Pei Zhi's house in two days, and let Professor Pei arrange it.

In a hurry, I simply packed up and went to the airport. Zhao Jianqiu drove the car, and Zhuang Fanxin didn't change his clothes, so he went along with him. He was sitting in the back alone, very languid. It was always sad to be sick, and he couldn't see him right away across the ocean.

There was such a trouble in early spring. At that time, Zhuang Xianyang flew over in a hurry and stayed there for about ten days. A few months ago, Zhuang Fanxin returned home early after the game was over. It was also because his grandfather was not in good health and had no energy to play with him.

"Dad," Zhuang Fanxin said, "what did grandma say?"

Zhuang Xianyang said: "The specific situation is not clear, I can learn more about it in the past." He turned around and said, "Grandma also told me to hide it from you, for fear that you will be distracted by the final review, so you pretend not to know."

Zhuang Fan was so speechless: "I know how to pretend?"

"Anyway, you don't have to worry too much, just do your own thing." Zhuang Xianyang looked out the window, "Old man, illness is inevitable, I'll take care of my dad, and you can take care of your mother at home."

Zhao Jianqiu held the steering wheel and said, expecting him to take care of it, it would be good not to cause trouble. Zhuang Fan felt wronged, he didn't return overnight, he didn't have this attitude when using him to weed and fertilize.

"Baby." However, Zhao Jianqiu didn't appreciate it, "I don't ask you to help me with my work, I just ask you not to embarrass me. You used to go to Xiao Gu's house to eat, and now you are still sleeping. I am so embarrassed to meet Grandpa Xue. ."

Zhuang Xianyang said: "If Xiao Gu is a girl, I even doubt that you will go to his house in the future."

All the talk was on himself, but Zhuang Fan couldn't argue with his heart. At this juncture, his grandfather was ill, and he was in a hurry to catch the plane. He didn't dare to rashly confess.

He understands the pressure of his parents, but he is not sure how his parents will react. Forget it, let's talk about it when Zhuang Xianyang comes back.

After sending Zhuang Xianyang to the airport, the mother and his wife were left on the return journey. Zhao Jianqiu was too lazy to cook and drove his car to find a restaurant. But it was hard for Zhuang Fanxin's little ass, as soon as it opened, it was manipulated so hard, received a slap, and sat in the car for nearly two hours.

He curled up on the co-pilot and shivered, Mom, have a good time, you can eat anything.

Zhao Jianqiuquan was a deaf ear, the small restaurant was unsanitary, and the theme restaurant had to be ranked, and finally found a private kitchen. When I was eating, I saw Zhuang Fan's face was pink and his eyelids were drooping, and he suspected that the wine's energy had not subsided.

Zhuang Fanxin lowered his head to eat the fresh bamboo rolls with seaweed, pulled the zipper to the top, and patiently asked, "Mom, is the temperature in this restaurant a bit low?"

"No." Zhao Jianqiu poured soup for him, "You're cold, drink something hot."

Zhuang Fan didn't dare to eat more, so he stopped after drinking two sips of soup. After eating, it was so cold that he came home. He burrowed into the bed and secretly clipped the thermometer for a while. It was 38 degrees, and he really had a fever.

He stared at the ceiling in a daze, is this fever because of the one with Gu Zhuoyan

I thought Pei Zhi was absurd before, but it turned out that he wasn't much better.

At the end of the alley, Gu Zhuoyan led Bond out and used the name of walking the dog to spy on the dealer's situation. Zhuang Fan said in his heart that he would come out of the closet. After three or four hours, there was no movement at all.

Hanging around outside the gate, Gu Zhuoyan sent a message to Zhuang Fanxin: "How is it?"

Zhuang Fan replied, "I have a fever."

After reading it, Gu Zhuoyan forgot about it, threw the dog back, ran to the community clinic to prescribe antipyretics, and when Zhao Jianqiu came to open the door, he suddenly remembered coming out of the closet.

"Little Gu is here." Zhao Jianqiu was very enthusiastic, "Fanxin disturbed you last night."

Gu Zhuoyan hurriedly said, "No, no."

He looked at the other party's reaction, was he in the dark, or was his mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law after coming out of the closet, and the more she looked at her, the more pleasing to the eye... He asked dully, "Auntie, is my uncle at home?"

Zhao Jianqiu said, "I went to Los Angeles to see Fanxin's grandparents."

Gu Zhuoyan nodded, only flying to the United States during the three-day holiday, is there something wrong? After greeting him, he went upstairs, entered the bedroom and saw Zhuang Fanxin, who was lying on the bed in a small lump, burning in a daze.

After locking the door, Gu Zhuoyan sat by the bed and fed Zhuang Fanxin the medicine, and said, "I just lie down by myself, why didn't I tell my aunt?"

Zhuang Fan answered honestly and did not dare. Looking at Gu Zhuoyan's eyes, he wrapped it around him, put his arms around Gu Zhuoyan's waist and placed it on the other's shoulder, saying, "You did it all, so I'm ashamed to let my mother know."

Gu Zhuoyan was puzzled: "I wrapped you tightly with a quilt last night, you shouldn't catch a cold and have a fever."

Zhuang Fan was silent for a while, like a martial artist who used martial arts to boost his energy before he made a move, brewing it little by little until he became emotionally mature, connecting yesterday's dream-like lingering, today's fleshy pain and muscle soreness, and connecting them with the trivial bits and pieces from before. , and spit it out together: "You fucked it!"

The words were bitten very hard, with a rough and vulgar taste, very reckless and very happy. Zhuang Fan's heart was savage, and Gu Zhuoyan's lowered eyes turned soft, and he pulled down the other's collar and licked the tooth mark. The temperature of his lips and tongue was so hot that Gu Zhuoyan's breath was messy when he licked it.

This is probably the case when the love is strong, the fever still wants to be promiscuous, the other reason is left, but can't help this temptation. Cross-neck rubbing, commonly known as intimacy.

Zhuang Fanxin leaned on Gu Zhuoyan's arms and fell asleep, his nose was burning with dryness, and he was snoring low and high. Gu Zhuoyan turned the person over, took off his trousers, and took out the anti-swelling ointment and smeared it on the back.

With the back of his head on the pillow, Zhuang Fan's heart was as sensitive as a few months old baby, and he woke up instantly. He nervously grabbed Gu Zhuoyan's cuff: "Do you want to go?"

"Don't go." Gu Zhuoyan said, "I'll write your homework for you."

Zhuang Fan felt relieved, rolled up the quilt and fell asleep.

There are a stack of sketches scattered on the table, which are the king's crown. Gu Zhuoyan remembers that Zhuang Fanxin's winning design in the ACC competition is the crown, called "Queen of White Chess". The trend of the chess game is related. Gu Zhuoyan put the drawing away, Zhuang Fan was sleeping, and he did the New Year's Day homework quickly.

He was really tired. Zhuang Fanxin slept until the sun was setting, and his eyes were a little swollen. Gu Zhuoyan wiped his face with a wet towel, and always smiled with the corners of his mouth hooked.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you laughing at?"

Gu Zhuoyan said: "I feel like I am serving the confinement."

Zhuang Fan didn't want to do anything, and wanted to fight the carp up, but it didn't work, but Zhao Jianqiu was called in by the noise. Gu Zhuoyan immediately put on the appearance of a gentleman, and hid the anti-swelling ointment with lightning speed. When he called him Auntie, Zhao Jianqiu only thought that this child was likable everywhere.

"Xiao Gu, I have finished cooking, and the soup will be simmered for a while. You stay and eat."

"Thank you auntie, I'll go home and eat." Gu Zhuoyan said, "I have to watch my sister, or she will eat and toss my grandpa."

Zhao Jianqiu said, "When the soup is simmered, take it back and take it back to a cup."

Gu Zhuoyan breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't dare to stay for dinner, even if Zhao Jianqiu didn't have a sharp eye, he would probably be able to penetrate his and Zhuang Fanxin's tricks. After all, the two of them are in a trance right now, above.

When the door was closed, one of the bedrooms fell into silence. Those who had not finished making troubles stopped making troubles. Gu Zhuoyan touched Zhuang Fanxin's forehead, and the fever had subsided.

Zhuang Fan pursed his lips and finally said, "I didn't tell my parents."

"Well, I see it." Gu Zhuoyan finally asked, "Uncle flew to the United States?"

Zhuang Fanxin said, "My grandfather is ill. As soon as I got home, my father was packing things, so I didn't tell him."

Gu Zhuoyan doesn't care, it's okay to say it or not, and it's okay to say it anytime, afraid that Zhuang Fan's heart will be burdened by taking it too seriously, and he said, "I'm not in a hurry at all, you don't need to worry about it."

"Then how can it be done!" Zhuang Fanxin said with sincerity, "I slept with you, I have to be responsible for you."

Gu Zhuoyan almost died young with a smile. No wonder he was about to come out of the closet when he woke up. He thought so.

Before leaving, Gu Zhuoyan gave Zhuang Fanxin the ointment and instructed him to apply it several times a day and how much. Zhuang Fanxin didn't want to listen so carefully, and pressed the ointment under the pillow: "I know it myself."

Gu Zhuoyan said that it was confidential and leaned over, twirling Zhuang Fanxin's earlobe: "Only rub the medicine, and don't allow yourself to play."

Zhuang Fan's heart was sluggish for five or six seconds, and he couldn't care about the pain, so he smashed Gu Zhuoyan out of the door with Meng Qiqi. The footsteps were getting farther and farther. He went back and stood behind the window sill. Gu Zhuoyan looked back before going out.

I heard that Romeo and Juliet look like this.

The big iron gate was closed, Gu Zhuoyan went out and the phone vibrated, he put Tang Cup upside down, took out the phone and connected without looking at it: "Hello?"

"It's me." The long-lost Gu Shibo.

The author has something to say: Zhuang Fanxin is really vain, and sent a text message to Pei Zhi: I also have a fever, hehe.