Zhuang Fan's heart was like stepping on a nail, unable to move, a fine pain climbed from the soles of his feet to the Tianling cover, severing his meridians and smashing his lungs. The lights were bright yellow, and everything was invisible. Surprise, panic, or even pale faces were all exposed.
Without the slightest anticipation and preparation, he met Gu Zhuoyan.
Zhuang Fan's heart was beside the screen, his eyes almost pierced through Gu Zhuoyan, he didn't know what colleagues, team leader Cao, or what to talk about, he just stood there and stared at Gu Zhuoyan.
And Gu Zhuoyan is not.
He never thought that he would meet Zhuang Fanxin again. No, he thought about it, walking on the street and imagining that Zhuang Fanxin suddenly appeared, during class, he imagined that Zhuang Fanxin would break into the door, and when he was on a plane, he imagined that Zhuang Fanxin would come beside him... He was like a demon, thinking about it day and night, spending half a year like this , a year, or more.
Gradually, over time, he recognized the reality and no longer had any illusions. But at this moment, in the country, in the city where he lives, on this ordinary night, Zhuang Fanxin broke into his sight and was caught off guard.
The two people were so stalemate, it was too difficult to recover. What stood between them was not a square table and chairs, but a blank space of ten years.
It was like this for a relatively long time, and when his emotions subsided a little, Gu Zhuoyan's clenched fists under the table loosened, and the light in his eyes also changed from dark to light.
He finally broke the silence: "It's surprising, it's been a long time."
Before Zhuang Fanxin could answer, the waiter knocked on the door and asked, "Excuse me, the two of you have arrived, can you order now?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "This gentleman walked into the wrong room."
The tone was calm and unwavering, as if the wrong person was Zhang San and Li Si. Zhuang Fan couldn't help shaking his heart. No wonder, it turned out that he had gone wrong. He was still watching Gu Zhuoyan.
"… I'm sorry." He apologized and turned to walk out.
After Zhuang Fanxin circled back to the screen, he stopped, holding on to the engraved frame and holding steady, watching Gu Zhuoyan's hazy shadow through the white gauze. The waiter called him and asked him what room he should go to. He kept his eyes fixed and said a little stupidly: "6037, I ordered 6037."
The waiter said: "This room was indeed ordered by Mr. Gu, did you remember it wrong?"
Zhuang Fan's heart still didn't leave: "I remember correctly, it's 6037 anyway."
Gu Zhuoyan forced himself not to listen to the sound behind the screen, but the room was quiet, except for the conversation between Zhuang Fanxin and the waiter. There was still entanglement over there, the phone vibrated suddenly, he answered: "Hello? Wen Lin?"
"Brother Yan, I'm sorry." Wen Lin said, "I haven't finished my day's work, so I don't know what time I can leave."
Gu Zhuoyan said: "It's okay, work is important."
Behind the screen, Zhuang Fanxin can hear clearly, Wen Lin? That assistant Wen Lin? Gu Zhuoyan and Wen Lin know each other? Not sure, he released his hand and left the room at the gentle urging of the waiter.
Gu Zhuoyan was shocked by the sound of the door closing, turned his face to stare at the screen, and only remembered the phrase "people leave for tea".
In fact, before anyone left, Zhuang Fan was standing in the corridor against the wall. His mind was in a mess.
He took out his mobile phone and clicked, then dialed it out: "Team Leader Cao? I'm Zhuang Fanxin. Just got off the plane... Just in time, I called a car for you, go home and have a good rest, we'll meet tonight and make an appointment for another day. ."
After finishing the call, Zhuang Fanxin leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, just as the waiter came with the bill. He stopped him: "What?"
The waiter replied: "The guests inside have to pay the bill."
"I haven't eaten yet, what should I pay for?" Zhuang Fan threw people away.
He straightened his clothes, trimmed his hair, pushed open the door, and summoned all his courage to walk in. Resentment or resentment, he just apologized for his mistakes, and any embarrassing situation is fine. He just wanted to go in and have a look.
This time around the screen without stopping, Zhuang Fanxin went straight to the table, pulled out the armchair and sat down, Gu Zhuoyan raised his eyes again, looked at each other across a table lamp, slightly startled.
Zhuang Fanxin squeezed out the opening remarks: "You greeted me just now, I haven't had time to answer." He met Gu Zhuoyan's eyes, dark and bright like ink hidden stars, "It's been so many years, stay safe. ."
After speaking, Gu Zhuoyan smiled at him.
The smile wasn't deep, but Gu Zhuoyan laughed for more than ten seconds, as if he heard a funny joke. The two sides confronted each other for a while, and he asked, "I should have made an appointment, aren't you afraid of delay?"
"Same as you, canceled." Zhuang Fanxin quickly adjusted his expression and blended into this harmonious situation, "It's rare to meet, so let's join forces together, would you like to show your face?"
Gu Zhuoyan said: "It's fine, it doesn't matter."
The order was officially ordered. A few dishes were served, and the heat was swept up, and Zhuang Fan's pale face returned to some blood. He didn't intend to hide it, and took the lead to say: "I really did not go wrong, the assistant told me this is this room, oh yes, his name is Wen Lin."
Gu Zhuoyan was a little surprised. Is there such a coincidence that Wen Lin happened to be Zhuang Fanxin's assistant. He didn't quite believe it, whether it was because he didn't believe it was such a coincidence, or he didn't believe Zhuang Fanxin.
"When did you return home?"
"It's only two days." Zhuang Fanxin stretched out his left hand and scooped a spoonful of tofu, "I handed in the entry materials today, and I'll be working in this city for the time being."
Gu Zhuoyan glanced at the watch that Zhuang Fan was wearing. The wide strap was not suitable for the thin wrist, and the leather was faded, and there were no words on the dial at all. Zhuang Fanxin noticed his gaze, and withdrew his hand, saying that it was something left by the elders, and he always wore it for good or bad.
What the elders left, Gu Zhuoyan thought about Zhuang Fanxin's grandfather. After the years passed, the old man must have passed away. He didn't answer this question and talked about the previous topic: "Since immigrating, how did you come back to develop?"
Zhuang Fanxin said, "Pei Zhi's company came back when it needed manpower."
Immigrating and returning to China, they chat casually, but they are actually stepping on the edge of old scars to test, every word is the pain point of the past. But no one got out of control, stretched his eyebrows, you laughed, I laughed too, even clinking glasses with tea instead of wine.
Occasionally, Zhuang Fan said casually, "You and Wen Lin know each other?"
He guessed that the age does not match, and he cannot be a classmate, maybe a relative or a friend in the second generation? Gu Zhuoyan looked at him, smiling lightly but charmingly: "I and he are here for a blind date."
Zhuang Fanxin almost dropped his chopsticks. He opened his mouth slightly and was punched by the word "blind date". After a while, he looked down at the soup in the bowl: "Blind date between men and men, it's quite new."
"My mother is a fool." Gu Zhuoyan said, "But is your company very busy? He just started working overtime after a few days of internship?"
This sounded rather short-sighted, as if distressed, Zhuang Fanxin raised his head and smiled: "Since you have spoken, even if I help him in the future, he will not be allowed to work overtime."
Gu Zhuoyan said with a smile: "I don't mean that, he is still young, it is better to have more experience."
Zhuang Fanxin nodded, Wen Lin was indeed young, and they had already run three times. Those years... He was afraid that he would really lose his chopsticks, so he put it aside before asking, "How can you go on a blind date on your terms, haven't you talked about it yourself?"
Gu Zhuoyan replied: "I talked about it, you can't be kicked all the time, is it a bachelor's life?"
Zhuang Fanxin immediately said, "That's right, you deserve a better person. You were unlucky when you met me." He gave Gu Zhuoyan a piece of fresh shrimp, jokingly covering up the trembling of the tip of the chopstick, "Hate me. Is it?"
"How old are you, not childish." Gu Zhuoyan ate it, "But when I was just dumped, I really wanted to slap you."
Zhuang Fanxin leaned against the edge of the table and turned his face sideways: "It's up to you to beat and scold today."
Gu Zhuoyan raised his hand, stretched out his finger when the slap was about to fall, and pushed Zhuang Fanxin's forehead: "Eat yours." After passing these few words, he said very naturally, "Don't worry about me, you go back to China. Work, what about the object?"
Zhuang Fan looked at Gu Zhuoyan with a smile.
"What?" Gu Zhuoyan guessed with great interest, "Have you already obtained your certificate abroad?"
After a few seconds of silence, Zhuang Fanxin waved his hand: "It's broken."
Gentleman Gu Zhuoyan said, "I asked the wrong question, don't mind."
"What's this... chatting." Zhuang Fan didn't tease, but wentssips seriously, "Why did you break up with the person you talked to before?"
Gu Zhuoyan replied subtly: "Then try to do well this time."
"This time" refers to He Wenlin. Zhuang Fan understood, he poured a cup of tea for each other, picked up the cup and said, "I have nothing to help, so let's not work overtime."
The waiter came in a few times, and the scene was a live in a room, chatting happily, and competing with each other for a while when paying the bill.
After stepping through the long corridor, Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin entered the elevator one after the other, the elevator door was bright, and even the hair could be seen clearly after it was closed.
Gu Zhuoyan leaned against the wall with his pockets in his pocket, and the mirror in the door was clear. He suddenly said, "Have you grown taller?"
Zhuang Fanxin also stared at the door: "177, there is no false report this time." But the distance between him and Gu Zhuoyan did not shorten, and it could be seen that the other party had grown a little taller, "I'm still fat."
"Are you fat?" Gu Zhuoyan narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'm still quite thin."
Zhuang Fanxin gained ten pounds, from an overly skinny man with sharp ribs and rubbing hands to an ordinary skinny man with a thin body. Descending to the first floor, he wrapped his coat tightly and walked out. Gu Zhuoyan stayed behind, keeping a distance of one meter from him.
At the door, the waiter in charge of parking had already parked the car, seeing that there were two of them, and also helped to open the co-pilot's door. Gu Zhuoyan stopped in front of the car and saw the tip of Zhuang Fan's nose that was quickly frozen red, and said, "Is it cold enough in the north, how did it come?"
Zhuang Fan said, "Take a taxi."
Gu Zhuoyan said swiftly, "I'll take you for a ride?"
"Thank you then." Zhuang Fanxin sat in the co-pilot. As soon as the door closed, the distance between him and Gu Zhuoyan suddenly shortened. He turned his head somewhat confusedly and mechanically. I don't know if it was because of the warm wind or something else.
"Where do you live?" Gu Zhuoyan asked.
Zhuang Fan replied: "Sophie Hotel."
Gu Zhuoyan didn't say anything, just tapped on the steering wheel with his finger. It was embarrassingly quiet on the way, neither laughing nor chatting hotly. He turned on the radio to make some noise, and an old Jacky Cheung song flowed out directly.
My heart hurts slowly, slowly becomes cold, and I can't wait for my lover...
Someone who ordered it for him.
Gu Zhuoyan turned it off, galloped silently all the way to his destination, turned off the brakes, and snapped the co-pilot's seat belt. Everyone has done this, and if you don't get out of the car quickly, it's like a rogue, Zhuang Fanxin pushed the door open: "Then—"
The phone on the center console lit up, and Wen Lin just got off work when he sent Gu Zhuoyan an apology text message. Zhuang Fanxin caught a glimpse of the screen, with a lush banyan tree in the background, and Bond was standing under the tree.
He took that photo, but Gu Zhuoyan was still using it. He asked: "Bond now..."
Gu Zhuoyan replied, "It's already eleven years old."
Zhuang Fanxin said, "Baoyan has grown up too."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I'm studying at university."
"How is Grandpa Xue?" Zhuang Fanxin asked, "Do you still live in Rongcheng?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I moved to live with my grandfather, and we will take care of each other when we are older." He leaned against the back of the chair tightly, "Grandpa told me that he persuaded you before breaking up, and it was a lot of pressure at that time. "
Zhuang Fanxin smiled: "I didn't have any opinion at that time. In fact, it has nothing to do with anyone, and it's useless to whitewash it. The truth is that I chose family and dreams, and gave up feelings."
Gu Zhuoyan licked his lips: "It's getting late."
"Then, bye, and drive carefully." Zhuang Fanxin got out of the car, stepped on solid ground and walked step by step, not daring to glance at the windshield when going around the front of the car, gritted his teeth and faced forward, the engine behind him did not sound, the quieter the better. Make him nervous.
He was a little absent-minded, the old man died, Bond became an old dog, Gu Baoyan became a big girl, they grew up from teenagers to men, this is the time missed here.
Gu Zhuoyan looked at the door of the hotel. People came and went, and Zhuang Fanxin had already entered.
He lay still in the driver's seat, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, and took a big gulp. He couldn't help laughing, choked up and coughed, but sucked into his mouth one after another without buffering, coughing, swallowing, and laughing.
Isn't it funny
It was really funny that Zhuang Fan threw "Don't come and be safe" to him.
The heart was pierced by a knife, and the hole was bleeding, and it took so much pain to remember how long it took to form a scar, but now Zhuang Fanxin, the executioner, told him that he was fine.
This whole night, indifferent and peaceful, Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fan were chatting and laughing, reminiscing about the past without frowning. They were like old classmates gathering, socializing like colleagues, being generous and decent, without any flaws, and no one was exposed.
They pretended to be calm, asked each other's exes, and asked about their future plans, but they didn't even dare to touch on some questions.
Why does Zhuang Fanxin empathize
Where did Gu Zhuoyan go to study
Jewelry company is so important, why leave it behind and return to China
Are you really going to be with Wen Lin
How long to come back, one year, three or five years
Is it really as shown, that there is no grudge, that love and hate have long been forgotten, you and I meet and sit down to exchange cups, turn everything over, and close each other's book? !
Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fan didn't dare to ask in their hearts, their eyes were mixed, they were gentle and polite, and they inadvertently pulled up old things but grasped the proportions accurately. A little more, I am afraid that the scar will crack, revealing the dripping flesh and blood that has been covered for ten years.
Gu Zhuoyan twisted out the cigarette butt and lit the second one, and then the muscles in his body relaxed. The inside of the car was already smoky, so he opened the door and took a breath of white smoke into the cold wind, the third, the fourth, smoking endlessly.
Outside the door of the suite, Zhuang Fanxin lowered his head and rummaged through his bag, looking for the room card, mobile phone, documents, chewing gum, eye drops, and tangled earphone cords, but he couldn't find the room card.
He turned more and more anxiously, his face turned red, dumped everything on the ground, knelt outside the door and kept rummaging with both hands. Where did it go, it's obviously stuffed inside, why can't it be found, he rambled, like a hysterical lunatic about to fall ill.
Papa, tears fell on the back of his hand.
Zhuang Fan lowered his head, raised his hand and slapped himself fiercely.