Hope You’ve Been Well

Chapter 54: Who are they?

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Gu Zhuoyan stared at the information and read it three times before he understood and believed it.

Maybe the north wind was too cold, his fingers trembled slightly, he withdrew, opened the address book, took nearly a minute to press Zhuang Fanxin's name, rang four or five times, and got through.

"Zhuang Fanxin?" Gu Zhuoyan called. I am afraid that the person over there is wrong. Even if I get through, I am afraid that there will be a mechanical female voice that is turned off or not in the service area.

"Yeah." Zhuang Fan agreed.

The fear did not diminish in the slightest, Gu Zhuoyan turned around and returned to the banquet hall, saying, "The message sent by Teacher Xia, give me an explanation."

Zhuang Fanxin replied, "Really."

Gu Zhuoyan immediately asked, "Where are you now?"

Zhuang Fan said, "At home."

Gu Zhuoyan hung up the phone. Before his rationality annihilated and his emotions collapsed, he hung up, not wanting to ask a single question or say a word. Zhuang Fan's answer was like squeezing toothpaste and his tone was calm and unwavering, like a sharp-edged knife, cutting slowly, the most ruthless and most painful, and also like the wind chasing from the back of his head, it was so fucking cold.

Gu Zhuoyan was tall and straight, and he was quite conspicuous in the crowd in the banquet hall, especially when the cups were being changed and the skirts were swaying. He walked past the table seat like a shooting star, put down the wine he had not finished drinking, and with a panic in his wrist, the goblet rolled off the edge of the table, and splattered a piece of broken crystal.

The cracking sound was harsh, and a small circle of eyes came over, Gu Zhuoyan ignored it, and still ran towards the exit. A strong arm grabbed him, Gu Shibo, and asked him where he was going, as if he was going to break his bones.

Gu Zhuoyan said, "I'm going to the airport." He was impatient and reckless, and he should have angered Gu Shibo all of a sudden, but the grievances in his eyes were too great, causing the other party to be stunned for a moment.

He begged, "Dad, I want to go back to Rongcheng."

Gu Shibo asked, "What happened?"

Gu Zhuoyan gritted his teeth and refused to speak, because he also wanted to find out what happened, but he couldn't wait any longer, earning a fight, lowered his voice and threatened: "Don't let me go, I can only do it again. muddy."

The palm that held him relaxed a little, and without waiting for Gu Shibo to say the next sentence, he suddenly pulled away and ran out. After rushing out of the banquet hall, the drivers were all staying in the special lounge. He couldn't find it, so he ran to the street to take a taxi.

The last flight today was after ten o'clock. Gu Zhuoyan booked the ticket on the way, went home to get the documents, and flew to the airport without breathing.

There was only a tail of car exhaust left in front of the gate, and Xue Manzi chased after her. She had never seen Gu Zhuoyan in such a state of panic.

Even though she was worried, Xue Manzi had a lot of things to do in the end, so she first arranged for the driver to take care of her at the airport, and then contacted Gu Shibo, so that the other party and Gu Pingfang would hide it first, so that the old man would not remember him. Everything was arranged properly, she rationalized her emotions and called Xue Maochen, asking three or five sentences, the reasons were self-evident.

The night was foggy and the wind was still blowing on the overhead. Gu Zhuoyan urged the driver to almost get angry. When he arrived at the terminal, he slammed on the door and ran in. The message scrolled on the front screen, and several flights were delayed due to the weather.

When Gu Zhuoyan saw the flight number to Rongcheng, he suddenly had a splitting headache. He found the service desk and asked, "What's wrong with the weather?" How long is the flight delay? ! Can you give an exact time

The ground worker is used to seeing difficult travelers, explaining it over and over again, but never pressing the button to call security, because he realized that the young man in front of him didn't want an explanation at all, and the clamor gradually turned into a pleading. He wanted to leave and fly to Rongcheng. Waiting a minute longer seemed to kill him.

Gu Zhuoyan was hysterical, and the passers-by in the south, east and north all drew attention to him, watching him making a fuss, laughing at him for being crazy, and some even took pictures secretly with their mobile phones. The driver at home rushed over, blocked the camera, dispersed the crowd, and took his shoulders and walked into the distance.

How have you ever been like this since you were a child? said the driver.

It really never happened. Gu Zhuoyan was born with dignity. Even if a love letter was exposed at that time, he still had a straight waist when he came out loudly in the corridor. I was sent to Rongcheng, and from the time I left home to get on the car to the airport to board the plane, I held my head high and didn't lower my head for more than half a minute.

Tonight, just now, like an unreasonable, unqualified bastard, he yelled and became the laughing stock of strangers. Embarrassed enough, embarrassed from head to toe, he thought. It's so fucked up, he kinda hates it.

Gu Zhuoyan's emotions settled down a little bit, and he stood and waited outside the terminal building. The temperature in the north dropped to below zero at the end of January, and the hot coffee in his hand disappeared without anyone noticing. He stood stubbornly, the passing vehicles, the distant night, and the vague outline of Gu Shibo on the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, all accompanied him.

The flight at more than ten o'clock was delayed by one hour, two hours, and the early morning had passed. A notification was issued in the airport, and a text message was also sent to the mobile phone. Due to the severe smog, the flight was cancelled. Gu Zhuoyan continued to wait without saying a word, pretending not to see it, and staring tirelessly into the distance, the thick haze, why did it block his way at this time.

There were no trains at night, and the flight died prematurely. The only thing he could do was wait. Gu Zhuoyan was like a wax statue in stone.

In the second half of the night, a strong wind blew, like ghosts and wolves. The force of smashing flowers and trees was heavier than the whip, slapped on the body and face, and penetrated into the throat and lungs. Gu Zhuoyan carried his down jacket pocket, lowered his eyes, and did not move a single inch.

The driver looked through the car window, cold for him, took a deep breath and asked Gu Shibo, if this is not enough, why don't we forcibly drag him into the car? Or go home and pick up two clothes

Gu Shibo said, no.

If you are cold, you will be next to it, and then you will suffer when you get burned and sick. Whether it is worth it for a person, you have to taste it first, and then think about it later. You don’t have to regret it.

An arrogant gale swept across the city, with dead branches torn, fallen leaves scattered on the asphalt, and the front of the Rolls-Royce covered in a layer of dust. When the morning light was faint, it cleared up, and the thick fog and haze were blown away, and the sky was falling inch by inch.

Gu Zhuoyan's body was a rusted machine. When he moved, his bones were crunched and brittle. When he took the first step, his ankles froze like needles. The flight began to resume adjustment. He changed his booking to the earliest flight, passed the security check, and finally had the courage to look at the chat list.

After Xia Wei informed Zhuang Fanxin that he was leaving, the group exploded. Some people didn't believe it, and some people exclaimed. Zhuang Fanxin's words briskly admitted that it was fake and did not have any consoling effect.

Apart from these, Zhuang Fanxin did not send a single word in private.

After the tidal wave of panic, Gu Zhuoyan was very calm at the moment, and he could think about the current situation. He could also think about Zhuang Fanxin's early departure from the country, and how to pass this hurdle smoothly.

The scenery of Rongcheng was still the same, and it was a little colder. Zhuang Fanxin wrapped a coat when he went out in the morning. Riding a bike to the school, when he entered the school gate, Qi Nan rushed over to grab the handlebars, and in front of the school guard and the students who were passing by, he questioned him, "You really want to leave!"

Zhuang Fan nodded his head, showing numbness. He locked the car and went to the teaching building. Qi Nan dragged him into the classroom, shouting non-stop, and the students from Class 3 gathered around, rushing, earnestly, and the ups and downs in his ears alternated.

Zhuang Fanxin felt that he was dead, and everyone was chanting sutras around him.

Today was the last day before the winter vacation. The transcripts were distributed, and the vacation homework was assigned. It was over in less than two classes. Xia Wei supported the podium with both hands.

When the words were finally finished, Xia Wei paused, his eyes wandering to the third row on Zhuang Fanxin. Everyone turned their heads and looked at Zhuang Fanxin. The squad leader pushed him across the aisle, and the boys crowded him in the center.

He once lied about the military situation and was beaten, and he also attracted everyone to admire the tattoo on his shoulder. He gathered in a group countless times. They talked nonsense, played with mobile phones, and grabbed snacks. I didn't expect this time to say goodbye.

Qi Nan cried, I bring you milk tea every day, why don't you walk? I don't copy the listening answers, can I write it myself in the future? You're gone, who am I at the same table with

Zhuang Fan said in his heart, "The painting I gave you is not allowed to be picked up on a nan, and it will be hung for many years.

He said goodbye to his classmates, good friends, bickering, boys and girls, and forty-three periods of time with forty-three people. The last window was empty, just one, and the forty-fourth person was not there.

The students left one after another. Zhuang Fanxin said goodbye to the teachers and went to go through the relevant procedures. When he left the office building, the campus was already empty.

The beginning of winter vacation is like the end of summer vacation. After passing through the small lecture hall, he remembered that he accompanied Gu Zhuoyan to take the exam. At that time, they were not familiar with each other. Gu Zhuoyan said that day that the red school uniform suits him very well.

Leaving from the sky, Zhuang Fanxin rode slowly all the way. He saw all the unknown flowers on the street, the egg tart shop he frequented, and a stray dog that dominated the neighborhood.

Turning into a small intersection, the house's door is open, and there are polite voices in the garden. Zhuang Fanxin doesn't want to go in, so he parks his bicycle by the wall and crouches under the banyan tree to comb Bond's hair.

"Are you comfortable?" Zhuang Fan asked, "Is the strength okay?"

Bond looked up at him, licked the back of his hand, he couldn't help laughing, and said more vigorously: "Would you like a massage? It's limited time, and there will be no chance in the future."

Bond turned his face away suddenly, stood up and barked, and ran forward swiftly. Zhuang Fan stood up in a hurry and was about to chase when he saw a taxi parked at the intersection, and the person who got off was Gu Zhuoyan.

The reaction came before consciousness, Zhuang Fanxin walked quickly, and when Gu Zhuoyan saw him, his legs were soaked in lead and he couldn't move. Gu Zhuoyan walked towards him step by step, his face was covered with a pale red, I don't know if it was hot or what, when he was close to half his arm, Gu Zhuoyan stopped in front of him, tensing his body and nerves all night. Suddenly relax at this moment.

"I'm back." Gu Zhuoyan said.

He didn't say how difficult the process was, and what kind of torment and torture he went through, he just said that he came back. Taking a step closer, he looked down at Zhuang Fanxin's eyes, and asked timidly and boldly, "Have the dust settled on going abroad?"

Zhuang Fan's nose twitched, and he could pretend to be peaceful on the phone. Face to face at this moment, he began to faintly collapse under Gu Zhuoyan's gaze. He nodded, his voice trembling softly: "The day after tomorrow's ticket."

Gu Zhuoyan opened his mouth and stumblingly said, "Yes, is your grandfather's condition not very well? What disease, which hospital is it, my parents, they have some relationship, maybe they can find some specialist doctors to see." Said Taking another half step, he opened his hand and grabbed Zhuang Fanxin's shoulder, "Why don't you tell me who I am, and let me know from the teacher's group message that you are leaving."

"What do you want to do, you want to walk away before I come back? Are you a bastard?" Gu Zhuoyan cursed in a low voice, "You can leave me behind and go abroad ahead of time, you are afraid that I am not in a hurry? You want to try me like this. Attitude?"

Zhuang Fan said, "I..."

"Aren't you called Fan Xin?" Gu Zhuoyan used to cut off his words, "I think you are cruel."

"I'm sorry, but—"

"I don't need but." Gu Zhuoyan said, "Isn't it just leaving a year earlier, the sky hasn't fallen, and I won't change my mind in a year away from another place. You wait for me."

They agreed to celebrate the New Year together, but they were in vain, and they agreed to study abroad together, but they also changed in the middle. Gu Zhuoyan took a step back, saying that what he said was blame, but what he actually did was successive tolerance.

However, Zhuang Fanxin shook his head.

Four people came out from the dealer, Zhao Jianqiu saw the guests off, and the other three said that the house was beautiful and well maintained, and they would reply after going home and discussing it.

Gu Zhuoyan panicked: "Who are they?"

The last letter in the file bag at that time was Zhuang Xianyang's resignation letter.

"I'm looking at the house." Zhuang Fanxin said, "We're going to immigrate."