Hope You’ve Been Well

Chapter 52: Cut, I will

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When people are not present, there is always something to think about, otherwise it is easy to suffer from lovesickness. When Gu Zhuoyan left, he handed over the German Shepherd to Zhuang Fanxin, and he mortgaged the dog, saying that if he did not return as scheduled, he could tear up the ticket.

De Mu was transferred from the Xue family to the Zhuang family, and the hostage, sitting on the leather sofa and sleeping on the double bed, ate more than Zhuang Fanxin and Zhao Jianqiu combined. When I was walking around, I met Gu Baoyan, the old customer, without any emotion, he swung his tail to show his respect, followed Zhuang Fanxin and left.

When he came back from school, Zhuang Fanxin went straight to the back garden without picking up his schoolbag. His garden was comparable to the pictures in gardening magazines.

"Bond!" Zhuang Fanxin found the master on the rough cotton sofa, behind which were several grape trellis with small lamps, which shed light on a piece of gardenia petals that were rotten on the sofa.

Zhuang Fan's heart was "I rely on", and he hurriedly destroyed the corpse and cleaned it up. He also found the scattered branches and repaired it, otherwise Zhao Jianqiu would have to pour him fertilizer overnight. He nestled beside Bond, opened a package of sugar-free vegetable biscuits given by Qi Nan, and most of them were fed to the dog.

After the meal was cooked, Zhuang Fanxin went back to the building and saw that Zhu Dinghong under the steps was also brutally murdered. He couldn't help but wonder, even if Zhao Jianqiu was too busy to warm up, the garden must be turned around once or twice a day, but it seems that Zhao Jianqiu hasn't arrived yet today. Garden came.

He went to the restaurant to eat, two dishes and one soup, one of which was takeout from the restaurant, and the soup was cooked by Instant Food. On the other side of the table was a large package of snacks, bread, yogurt, potato chips, potato chips... His eyes were straightened.

"Mom, did you go to the supermarket?" Zhuang Fanxin asked.

Zhao Jianqiu came out of the kitchen with a small plate of olive vegetables and said, "I bought something to eat. If I don't have time to cook or if you don't have a full meal, I'll pamper my stomach."

Usually, Zhuang Xianyang cooks rice. Zhao Jianqiu didn't cook much Chinese food when he grew up abroad, and he only occasionally took charge of breakfast or played a role. At this stage, Zhuang Xianyang is not there, and it is difficult for her to eat and drink alone.

Zhuang Fan asked, "Mom, can I eat potato chips?"

Zhao Jianqiu said: "When the problem of not being full or not being full exists, you can't take care of your health or not." Feeling that this mother is a bit dereliction of duty, "Don't tell your father."

"Oh!" Zhuang Fan snorted and drank the soup, "Mom, have you been busy lately? You didn't even go to the garden to take care of it."

Zhao Jianqiu tucked his hair, and he couldn't hide the tiredness in his gestures. It took a long time to answer, and he was very busy. Zhuang Fan sensible didn't ask more, but he couldn't help thinking more, Zhuang Xianyang had been to Los Angeles for more than ten days and had made two phone calls, but he still didn't know the specific situation of his grandfather.

"Mom," Zhuang Fanxin was careful, "what did my dad call you?"

Zhao Jianqiu raised his head: "Tell me better, similar to what he said every time he was on a business trip."

"Then... how is grandpa?"

"I'm still living in the hospital for observation. Heart and cardiovascular problems are uncertain." Zhao Jianqiu said, "Your dad didn't talk about the specific situation. He's measured, so you don't have to worry about it."

Zhuang Fan breathed a sigh of relief: "Where's grandma?"

"Grandma has your dad with me, it's fine." Zhao Jianqiu wiped his mouth and only ate half a bowl of rice for a meal, "How about you, review your homework well, and we'll fly over to accompany grandpa and grandma as soon as the winter vacation is over, maybe as soon as we meet your grandpa It's comfortable."

Zhuang Fan's eyes were a little sluggish. He had promised Gu Zhuoyan to stay in Rongcheng during the Spring Festival this year, and he also promised Xue Maochen on New Year's Day. Unexpectedly, he learned that his grandfather was sick one night later. In order to celebrate the New Year with him, Gu Zhuoyan refused to let go of his family, and now he went back to pay off his debts as if in a hurry, how could he go back on his word.

But grandpa's condition in Los Angeles is unknown...

Zhuang Fanxin put the tableware and chopsticks down, his lips and teeth closed, hesitating how to say it, but Zhao Jianqiu didn't pay attention to his mood, so he got up and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

He closed his mouth and couldn't announce it for the time being. Forget it, when the next time Zhuang Xianyang calls, he will talk to Zhuang Xianyang directly. Leaving the dining table and going upstairs, I paused after passing the package of snacks, but I didn't take anything, and I lost interest in potato chips.

Zhuang Fanxin stayed in the study, and after returning home from his humble words, he would more or less contact each other every night, either by calling or texting. Not moving.

But he was thinking about him over there, and sent a text message like throwing stones to ask directions, busy? It's like a password, even if someone else sees it with a mobile phone, it doesn't matter. Zhuang Fan's heart was solving the math problem, but he didn't look at it and didn't reply.

Gu Zhuoyan couldn't take care of it anymore, so he called directly, and the bell in the quiet study room caused Zhuang Fan's heart to slip. Zhuang Fanxin tilted his head, the phone was placed between his ears and shoulders, connected, Gu Zhuoyan's shallow breathing sounded close to his ears.

"Why?" Gu Zhuoyan asked. There is a long sentence behind the three words, why don't you reply to the message, why don't you contact me, what big things do you have to do beyond love

Zhuang Fan replied: "Writing math papers."

Gu Zhuoyan smiled and said, "Can you write? If you can't write and read the question again, I will give you remote tutoring."

"Cut, I will." Zhuang Fan did not stop writing, but his mouth stopped. Gu Zhuoyan never rushed or rushed, and patiently waited for him to finish writing. He finished writing silently, Zheng Yi was in a straight posture and still did not speak, and only used his long breathing to stir the other party's nerves.

After a long time, Gu Zhuoyan said warmly, "If there is something wrong, you can tell me whether it is good or bad."

This kind of tenderness is really fatal. It clearly understands everything but does not speak out. It is obviously the most intimate relationship but retains a little distance. It represents respect or trust. It stops outside the boundaries and is full of protection and understanding. I.

Zhuang Fan's heart is dull, his heart is soft, juicy, and can't stand being pulled. Asking Gu Zhuoyan to treat him like this, pickling and kneading it, it was like a bad dough, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

He said in a low voice, as if his throat was being dragged, that his family meant to go to Los Angeles after the winter vacation. Afraid that Gu Zhuoyan would be disappointed and unhappy, he added "I'm sorry" without any confidence.

"How is Grandpa?" Gu Zhuoyan asked.

Zhuang Fanxin said, "I'm not sure. I want to ask my dad next time. If there's nothing serious, I'll tell him that the winter vacation won't be over."

This is a good result. What if the old man's situation is worrying? Even if it is not serious, how can a sick old man refuse to meet his grandson during the Chinese New Year? Zhuang Fan knew in his heart that he couldn't refuse, so he didn't say anything later, facing Gu Zhuoyan who was in the far north at this moment, he couldn't open his mouth.

But Gu Zhuoyan can guess and understand Zhuang Fanxin's concerns and mood. He said, "I used to go back every year. This year, if your grandfather is sick, you should go back even more."

Zhuang Fan thought: "But I promised you to spend the New Year in Rongcheng."

"It happened for a reason, and it's not that I'm unreasonable." Gu Zhuoyan said, "If my grandfather is sick, I will definitely come back to see it, otherwise I'll be a fool."

Zhuang Fan felt a little remorse: "I knew I wouldn't tie you up and let you stay, but I left. I'm too unethical..."

Gu Zhuoyan burst into laughter: "I'm fucking with you. You talk about loyalty. You're going to cut a knife for me."

He is like a big brother who is close to him, comforting and coaxing, so that Zhuang Fanxin doesn't have to worry about it. It's a long time, and a winter vacation of less than 20 days is nothing. Besides, if you think about the worst side of everything, there may be ups and downs, and you can stay at that time.

Zhuang Fan was convinced by Gu Zhuoyan's clever words and thought about it. He was very happy to tease him a few words. Bond was lying under the table, listening to the talk, and his laughter jumped out, hitting the legs of the table and knocking off several designs on the corner of the table. picture.

Each one was marked with a number, and one of them was the newest one. Zhuang Fanxin picked it up and held it in his hand, looking down. It would be a good thing to go to Los Angeles, and it would be more convenient to make a gift. It's just that he can't wait, the design is ready to be done, there are so many processes, if the finished product is not satisfied, it will be reworked.

At the end of the call, Zhuang Fanxin completely escaped from the sea of sorrow and sorrow. Instead of worrying about the unknown, it is better to devote his time and energy to more important things.

After he finished his homework, he revised the design draft. The complicated and extravagant crown of the king, the lines seemed to be irregular, but it contained a sense of familiarity. If the points of the main outline in the middle were connected, the original basic appearance of the design would be fully revealed—such as The ocean blue earth is like every ocean in the world.

Zhuang Fanxin made use of the distribution of oceans, straits and rivers in the world to draw the outline of a crown, shape it with the sea, and then fill it with the sea. At that time, it will be decorated with sea glass inlaid with different shades, and it will be a three-dimensional blue planet.

The inspiration of "Queen of White Chess" is the chess game, the zero deviation of the regular steps, the dignified and elegant to the extreme, is his interpretation of the Western crown and Eastern culture. And this eighteenth birthday gift for Gu Zhuoyan has a broader and more personal definition. The ocean waves of an entire planet are frozen on the crown. He wants to give Gu Zhuoyan a world.

This is the romance he created, and only one person will be sour in his life.

As for the name... He didn't think of it when he thought about hair loss. In order not to lose his hair, he decided to think about it later.

Zhuang Fanxin's life has become more regular than ever. He goes to school to review carefully, raises dogs and does housework after school, and focuses most of his attention on making gifts. He found a good studio for a few days. The masters in it were reliable, the assistants were enthusiastic and patient, and the final draft was certain, so he went to the studio to start the production in advance.

After scanning the precise drawings, Zhuang Fanxin made arrangements for the out-of-shape mold release, sea glass cutting and shaping, etc., which he came in person and which he had to supervise on the spot, and explained clearly. Everyone was surprised to see that he was an expert at such a young age, which was really fresh. He never mentioned his resume, only to participate in another competition, and all steps progressed smoothly in tension and efficiency.

In the evening, the sunset glowed red. Today is Saturday. Zhuang Fanxin spent a whole day in the studio. He took a bath and went out to walk the dog. Bond asked Samoyed to kiss me, and he sat alone in front of the convenience store eating oden.

The last time I didn't eat enough, Gu Zhuoyan chewed a piece of radish one bite at a time.

His thigh was slightly numb, Zhuang Fanxin took out the vibrating mobile phone, quickly swallowed the fish cake, and pressed the answer: "Dad!"

Zhuang Xianyang was a little tired at first, but he heard this crisp sound to cheer him up: "Did you miss me?"

"I think about it!" Zhuang Fan replied. He sat upright with his back straight, and behaved like a primary school student, but unfortunately, Teacher Zhuang, who was on the other side of the ocean, couldn't see it. However, Zhuang Xianyang praised him. He heard that he was very sensible. He helped to take care of the garden, wash dishes and sweep the floor every day, and even knew how to wash dirty clothes without urging him.

Zhuang Fan smiled, embarrassed, and complained: "Dad, my mother's cooking is really not good. I want to eat your cooking."

Zhuang Xianyang said: "You are stupid, take some gifts and go to Grandpa Xue's house to eat."

"That's too much a blow to my mother." Zhuang Fan took a sip of the soup and was delighted, "I'm eating Oden at the door of the convenience store, so I can eat less for dinner."

Zhuang Xianyang said, "Don't eat potato chips secretly."

"I still need to eat it?" Zhuang Fan said proudly, "My mother broke the can and broke it. She bought a lot of potato chips for me to eat, and I carry a bag every day when I go to school."

Zhuang Xianyang smacked his tongue, and in his funny smile showed his thoughts of his mother. The father and son chatted for a while, then laughed. The sunset here was rustling, Zhuang Fan looked at the sky, and heard a vague English word from his phone.

The nurse said that Zhuang Xianyang should be in the hospital. Zhuang Fanxin couldn't help but ask at last, he became nervous, it turns out that no matter how gags are used to set the stage, things that should be tense will still be tense.

"Dad, is Grandpa okay?" he asked.

"Well." Zhuang Xianyang replied, just like Zhao Jianqiu's answer to whether he was busy or not, he was silent for a while, "It's okay."

Zhuang Fan had no intention of distinguishing the truth from the fake, and asked his grandmother how long she was in the hospital, and whether Zhuang Xianyang was tired or not, and when he would return.

Suddenly, Zhuang Xianyang said, "School is about to have a holiday."

Zhuang Fan's heart tensed, and he seemed to have guessed what Zhuang Xianyang was going to say next. Fortunately, he communicated with Gu Zhuoyan, and he had already assumed the most unsatisfactory situation.

He flew to Los Angeles as soon as he was on vacation, and he was ready for it.

However, Zhuang Xianyang said: "This semester is over, let's go abroad to study."