Ten years later.
The whole hall was dimly lit, with rows of semi-circular seats rising from low to high, with people sitting neither thinly nor densely, the screen flickered, and spots of light were reflected on everyone's faces.
The fourth row is next to the middle aisle. One person sits upright, with a straight upper body and a relaxed lower body with Erlang's legs. The three-piece suit that fits and cuts has only a few folds. Looking from head to toe, the whole pair of skins is as handsome as it is. Which star attended the awards ceremony.
The two are separated, and someone else handed a business card: "Mr. Gu, I am honored to attend the meeting together, and give me more advice."
Gu Zhuoyan caught it, took out a business card holder and gave it to one of his own, and replied, "I don't dare to do it." After talking in a low voice, the lights suddenly turned on, and the meeting continued after a fifteen-minute break.
He got up and went out to get some air, holding the box of Marlboro to find the smoking room, and at the door of the smoking room, he met Lian Yiming, who was waiting for the rabbit. Take a little less time, Lian Yiming said, followed him to a section of the corridor and asked what time it was over.
"How do I know." Gu Zhuo replied, with the temper of Master Si.
Lian Yiming said, "Don't you know when you're in a meeting?" He threw a punch, "be punctual, and don't leave after the end. Romanny, who just arrived today, give it a try."
Gu Zhuoyan still has a bad face. Before graduating from college, he partnered with Su Wang to set up a company, Being Capital, in private equity, and it developed quite well. However, in recent years, he was dragged back to GSG by Gu Shibo and Xue Manzi. The two sides are too busy, he always wanted to spread out the shares and rights, and hand them over to Su Wang, but Su Wang refused to let him manage at GSG with peace of mind.
Su Wang was a ghost and a ghost when he was a child. The abacus bead was louder than two kicks. He didn't let go of his humble words. Any risk is still shared by the two of them. responsible. For example, in this three-day exchange meeting, Su Wang should have come. As a result, he went out to sea with Lian Yiming the night before.
Lian Yiming was also at a loss. Fortunately, the meeting was held at the Sophie Hotel, and he came to the water tower to apologize. Gu Zhuoyan didn't eat that set, scoffed, and scolded "erosion" cleanly.
"That's not so." Lian Yiming defended, "I said before I went to sea, I was eating seafood and tasting wine, but the elder brother who was in charge of the yacht was a Qinghai and a Russian, and he could drink it. "
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Why didn't you drink the two of you into gout?"
"Damn it, don't hate your brother so much." Lian Yiming pretended to be Xiaomi, and stretched out his hand to sweep Gu Zhuoyan's shoulder, "Anyway, don't leave after the meeting, I'll wait for you."
Gu Zhuoyan felt disgusted and had no time to smoke, so he went back to the conference hall to continue the meeting. The lights were all turned on and bright, and the district leader came to the finale to walk through the scene and say a few words, and it was almost over.
The meeting was held here for three days, but GSG did not show up for three days. The emails sent by the assistant were like small advertisements. Gu Zhuoyan sat in the seat with a cold brow. He didn’t listen to what the leader said. grandson.
The meeting ended at more than five o'clock, and as soon as the scene was over, the elites in suits and leather shoes were eager to move.
Gu Zhuoyan didn't have time to promise, and others threw olive branches and hero posts, but he shied away because he was not feeling well, and turned around to go to the French restaurant on the 40th floor to find Lian Yiming for a drink.
In the wine storage room, Gu Zhuoyan was not very interested at first, but he couldn't move when he found out that it was a batch of Pinot Noir. Since it was an excuse, he specially picked a bottle of fine and fine, opened it and tasted: "This is No, I don't like the smell of blackcurrants."
Lian Yiming thought he was too busy, so he declared painfully, "You can open three bottles at most, you can't make me a million to a million in one night?"
"Who wants to fuck you?" Gu Zhuoyan picked it out by himself, chatting while picking it up. They are all busy when they grow up, and they only have time to eat and drink when they get together. Unlike when they were young, they were so idle that they could travel across most of China on a plane when they were excited.
The signal in the wine storage room was not good. After returning to the restaurant after choosing, Gu Zhuoyan's cell phone rang instantly. When he saw the caller ID, he felt that there was nothing wrong, and reluctantly answered: "Hello? Mom."
"You haven't been to the company for three days?"
Ms. Xue Manzi is 53 years old this year. She stepped down from the position of chief executive officer. She pretended to be returning to the family. She had a taste of being a quiet little woman. past her.
Gu Zhuoyan wrote: "Su Wang has a sudden illness, I will hold a meeting for him."
Xue Manzi did not want to pursue it: "Where are you now?"
"Still in Sophie, have a meal with Mingzi." Gu Zhuoyan said. He lives in a single apartment outside and is comfortable, but generally he is too lazy to go home unless ordered by an edict.
"Have you been drinking?" The mother knows everything. "When it's over, I'll ask the driver to pick you up."
Gu Zhuoyan looked at his watch: "Nine o'clock."
He would never tell him to go back for no reason, because Xue Manzi was different from others. Other parents were afraid that their children would work hard, and calling him home was a condolence. And Xue Manzi's thinking is that there is nothing to worry about at home, so as not to delay work, it is estimated that in his last life, he was a Dayu who never entered the house three times.
Not the Hongmen Banquet, Gu Zhuoyan asked, "What's the matter?"
Xue Manzi replied, "It's a good thing."
It's not clear, it's really not like Xue Manzi's style, Gu Zhuoyan frowned. Putting down the phone and continuing to drink, there is a high-altitude night view outside the window. It was just seven o'clock, and it was completely dark. This is how the winter in the north operates.
There was a flash of light in the distant night sky, the navigation light of an airplane.
Gu Zhuoyan took a sip of Pinot Noir from the bottom of the glass, and chatted with Lian Yiming about going on a business trip to Chongqing last month. The hotel room at the National Financial Center overlooked the Yangtze River and Jialing River. The scenery was beautiful. Lian Yiming slapped him, nonsense, that's Chongqing, if you go to Shanghai there is the Huangpu River, and if you go to Hangzhou there is the West Lake, big brother.
The green waters and green mountains in the south are good, Gu Zhuoyan said.
Lian Yiming said, I think Rongcheng is the most fucking green.
The words were split, and there was only a soothing cello sound for a while, and the waiter was a little too afraid to speak when he served the food. Lian Yiming poured a glass for each other and apologized, "I blame me for talking nonsense after drinking, I will find a relationship tomorrow. You dig a river."
Gu Zhuoyan smiled: "Eat, I'm hungry."
The plane landed at the international airport. After nearly ten hours of flight, it arrived at night. Almost every passenger looked tired. After the taxiing was over, the passengers got off the plane one after another after they stopped, and slowly, only one person remained in the first class cabin.
After five or six hours of stomach pain and vomiting, the flight attendant asked, classmate, do you need to contact the ground staff to call a doctor? The man refused with a hoarse voice, then slowly, wrapped in a down jacket, got up and walked out. The boarding pass fell out of his pocket. His name was Zhuang Fanxin.
Extraordinary, happy heart.
As soon as he got out of the cabin, the icy chill hit immediately, Zhuang Fan's empty stomach was aching, and his steps became vain and limp.
He got up and patted the soil and insisted on walking into the terminal building. As soon as he stepped on the ground, he felt relieved and felt at ease. Only then did he react, what did the flight attendant call him, classmate
Zhuang Fanxin is about to turn twenty-seventh birthday in ten days. His classmates really don't dare to be, but he has self-knowledge. Usually people call you classmates or ask if you are still studying. It's not because you look so tender, but because you dress more plainly. Nothing fancy.
He was comfortable on the plane first, with sweatpants and a hoodie, and when he slept, he also wore a silly Monchichi eyepatch. He probably looked like an international student.
There were quite a few people picking up the plane, so that the returnees could feel less lonely in the dark night. As soon as Zhuang Fanxin came out, he heard someone calling his name, looked around, and saw Pei Zhi beckoning in the crowd.
If it weren't for the pain in his stomach, he would definitely have to fly over with a 100-meter sprint.
When they were in front of him, the friends looked at each other for a moment, their eyes and noses were sore, and they hugged tightly. Pei Zhi stroked the back of Zhuang Fanxin's neck, and called out "Baby" several times with sourness and pity.
Zhuang Fanxin pretended to be unbearable: "Let others hear that I have an affair with you."
"What?" Pei Zhi let go of his hand, "I am wronged by having an affair with me?"
The two of them giggled, Zhuang Fan's pale face glowed a little red, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was exhausted, but the facial features were there, no matter how much tossing, they were still naturally exquisite and three-dimensional, so mixed, there is a sick beauty. child's weakness.
After the smile faded, Zhuang Fanxin took Pei Zhi's shoulders and walked out, his footsteps rubbing the ground, surrounded by the warmth of seeing each other, the endless looping of the airport broadcast, and in the lingering voice of the layered wrapping, he said easily: "I'm fine now. of."
Pei Zhi said "um", this sentence is very good, no matter if it is true or not, in short, I hope that the old things will not be mentioned, he put his arms around Zhuang Fanxin's waist, walked out of the terminal building into the cold wind, and opened a new page: "I will meet in the future. better!"
Driving away from the airport, Zhuang Fanxin stared out of the car window all the way. The high-rise buildings were full of neon lights. The city was so prosperous and strange, so strange that it was terrifying. Accompanied by the whistling and dry wind in December, his heart skipped a beat.
Zhuang Fanxin was participating in a game in London. After the end, the taut strings suddenly relaxed from the high tension, and he was tortured to death by nervous stomach pain. When I saw my old friend on the ground, the drifting feeling faded, and the pain eased a little bit.
He paid attention to the road sign: "Are you going to the hotel?"
"Yes." Pei Zhi said, "I asked you to stay at home, but you don't want to. What's the point of staying in a hotel."
Zhuang Fan thought to himself, "I'm afraid to disturb grandma's rest." He took out his mobile phone to report the safety of the family, and said, "I'll visit after I've settled down. After all, grandma is my idol."
Yeh, Pei Zhi scolded him, and after scolding he asked if he was hungry, what would he like to eat? Zhuang Fan didn't eat a day before getting on the plane, and he almost vomited bile on the plane, but he looked at the city that he missed for many years but hadn't visited for many years. To a little appetite.
In the second half of the journey, the burnout resumed. Zhuang Fan leaned against the car door in silence, and closed his eyes. He was awakened by the sharp rubbing sound of tires as he drove into the hotel garage.
Get off the car, there is a sign on the wall, Sophie Hotel.
Zhuang Fan was unfamiliar with the place, and Pei Zhi helped to book the hotel. After a few turns, he entered the hotel lobby, checked in, and waited for the elevator. He watched the commercials playing on the screen on the wall.
The development history of Sophie Hotel has been around for nearly a hundred years. The entire film is displayed in a hurry, with high-grade tones and slow rhythm, which is comparable to some well-known publicity films both inside and outside the United States.
The two elevators on the left and right descend at the same time. The one on the left pauses on the 40th floor and takes the next step. When the elevator reaches the first floor, the elevator door on the right opens, and the people inside file out.
Zhuang Fanxin walked in, and when the door closed, Gu Zhuoyan walked out of the elevator on the left.
At nine o'clock sharp, the French meal was full and the wine was satisfied. Gu Zhuoyan was carrying an unopened wine box, ready to take time to honor Gu Pingfang.
The driver waited by the side of the road, Gu Zhuoyan sat in the back seat and closed his eyes, waiting for the engine to start, he asked, "My mother went out today?"
"Wan Yue Group." The driver replied knowingly, "Dong Wen's eldest daughter is hosting an engagement banquet."
After attending someone's engagement banquet during the day and calling him home at night, Gu Zhuoyan pondered, he couldn't be envious enough to urge him to start a family, right
I think it's ridiculous. It's been ten years since he came out of the closet. Regarding the fact that he is gay, his parents have long since forgotten about it. Occasionally watching an older unmarried actor on TV, he has to speculate whether he is also gay.
What could be a "good thing" in that
Gu Zhuoyan couldn't figure it out, so he simply lowered his head to look at the wine. One really can't look at the future from this moment. In the past, he drank milk tea and ate popsicles, but now he has been infected with the two evil habits of smoking and drinking, but he still can't quit.
In the hotel suite, Zhuang Fanxin took a hot bath and felt pink all over. He wrapped a bath towel in front of the suitcase to find pajamas and pajamas, and took out the Munchie that had been squeezed for more than ten hours.
Pei Zhi saw it and said, "Aren't you going to sleep with the doll in your arms?"
"What's wrong?" Zhuang Fan thought, "We don't have a man, so we can't hold something to rub against?"
Pei Zhi's expression was uncomfortable: "This thing is old, I tell you, dolls are particularly prone to accumulating bacteria, you need to replace them with new ones."
Zhuang Fan ignored him, put on his pajamas and went to bed. He was hungry for too long, and the moment he lay down, gold stars appeared in his eyes, and Meng Qiqi placed it beside the pillow.
After getting off the plane, the fall caused it to turn blue.
He curled up, palms over his knees.
Pei Zhi helped him turn off the light, and before going out, he muttered, "Why do you keep falling, and that year, a dog gnawed at the mud."
Zhuang Fanxin kept his eyes open in the dark. He never fell. He only fell on the connecting bridge twice in his life. The first time was ten years ago, because at that time he couldn't wait and was full of joy to see someone.
In a flash, it's been ten years.