Tiangong seemed to know what to expect, it was raining.
Just at 4:30, Zhuang Fanxin was awakened by the sound of rain, his cheeks were red and swollen, he didn't dare to look in the mirror, he made a cup of coffee and sat directly in front of the coffee table.
Last night's plan was to make an appointment with Team Leader Cao after get off work, come back after the meeting, and read a few design documents. In fact, he and Gu Zhuoyan reunited, turned down the original appointment, and shyly approached to reminisce.
One can never be sure that what will happen in the future is indeed the truth.
There was a cake on the coffee table, which the hotel gave away for free. Zhuang Fanxin was kneeling outside the door and was on the verge of collapse. Later, the waiter helped him open the door, gave him this as comfort, and asked him several times a night if he needed help.
After drinking a cup of coffee, Zhuang Fanxin opened the information and began to read, let go of himself, and don't waste others in the air. Let's concentrate on work before dawn.
There was only the movement of turning pages and typing on the keyboard in the room. There was no sun on a cloudy and rainy day, and it was still cloudy until eight o'clock. After the last full stop, Zhuang Fanxin covered his mouth and yawned.
"Hiss..." His mouth could not be opened, and his cheeks hurt. He fought with all his strength yesterday, but it swelled up at that time, and the fair skin was oozing with small red bloodshots, which was quite scary.
Zhuang Fan glanced out the window resentfully. If it was sunny, he could wear sunglasses to cover it, but it was going to rain. When he got up, he took a shower and changed his clothes, so that his colleagues saw him and went out an hour earlier.
On the way, Director Wang of the advertising department called, and he connected: "Hello?"
"Director Zhuang, good morning, did you sleep well last night?"
Zhuang Fanxin didn't even know what the other party looked like, so he promised, "It's good, do you have anything to do with me so early?"
"That's right, the advertising department has a meeting this morning." The other party said, "When it comes to the content of the new promotion, please be sure to attend and give us some advice."
Zhuang Fan's heart was swollen, and he didn't want to go anywhere. Besides, what did the designer do with the decision-making of the advertising department? He said: "I'm just a painter. What advice can I give, I'm going to make a joke."
However, the other party kept begging, and his posture was extremely low, as if Zhuang Fan's heart would be difficult to do without showing his face. No way, Zhuang Fanxin had no choice but to agree, hung up, and stared out the window annoyed for the second half.
This dry city has been soaked, no dust, only the north wind like a knife is getting colder.
One is not talking, and the other is nothing to do. Zhuang Fan is looking at the passing dead trees and wants to take care of Zhuoyan. Passing through a shopping mall that has not yet opened, he wants to take care of Zhuoyan. The red light turned green, the sparrows flew by, and a child in a bright yellow raincoat wanted to take care of Zhuoyan, want to take care of Zhuoyan, want to take care of Zhuoyan.
It's dying.
Zhuang Fanxin finally arrived at the company and entered the silhouette building tightly with a scarf. It was too early for a colleague to see, and the security had not finished breakfast.
He was afraid that he would be idle and forced himself to be busy, so don't stop.
Colleagues from the department came one after another. Although Wen Lin was not late, he was apathetic. He was probably tired from working overtime last night. When he pushed open the door and came in, he saw Zhuang Fanxin's profile, and suddenly he said, "Director, what's wrong with your face?"
Zhuang Fanxin said, "I am allergic to skin care products."
Wen Lin asked, "Why are you allergic to only one side?"
"It's not wiped over there." Zhuang Fanxin looked up at the other party, his eyes were cold and stern. Now Wen Lin is not only an intern and assistant, but also Gu Zhuoyan's blind date, a young, simple person who needs to develop well.
He was envious, jealous, and then turned his eyes away: "What are you doing in here?"
Wen Lin presented the document: "The buyer's forecast and research report need to be signed."
After reading the signature, Zhuang Fanxin happened to be looking for him from the advertising department. He got up and walked out, instructing Wen Lin by the way, "Make a reservation, I will have lunch directly after the meeting."
Wen Lin asked, "Director, how many?"
"Two." Zhuang Fan said, "I, and, you."
Wen Lin stared blankly, wondering if he would end his probationary period ahead of schedule and have a break-up meal, right? Or appreciate him... Want to be alone with him
At this time, Zhuang Fanxin has already arrived at the advertising department. The conference room is full of people, all of them are bright and splendid. Among them, Cheng Jiama is the most graceful. Zhuang Fanxin didn't care that his cheeks were swollen and sore, he smiled with a few neat white teeth, and sat down generously: "Why is it so important that President Cheng also attends?"
Cheng Jiama said shyly: "I'm not important, the director of this meeting is the protagonist."
Zhuang Fan didn't know why, so he didn't smile, and looked directly at Director Wang for an explanation. At this time, the screen was projected, and a set of design works was displayed in front. It was the winning design of Zhuang Fanxin's competition in London before returning to China, the No. 7 rock core.
The meaning of the advertising department is that Zhuang Fanxin's representative works in recent years are very rich, and there is currently a fresh and hot series "No. 7 Rock Core". You might as well use it to shoot a series of advertisements with Zhuang Fanxin as the protagonist.
As an official announcement, silhouette recruited Zhuang Fanxin as design director, and even made publicity advertisements to help the brand with Zhuang Fanxin's personal strength and resume. It can be regarded as mutual benefit, the best of both worlds.
Zhuang Fanxin finally understood why he had to come over. After listening to the plan, Director Wang asked him how he was feeling. The whole room looked at him, waiting for his next reply.
The draft is drawn up, the script is designed, and the description of the entire set of advertisements is even more precise. In this meeting, it is not to invite him to give his opinion, but to do it first and then to play it, and it is not to ask him if he can take a picture, but to wait for him to answer at this moment, which is very good.
Zhuang Fanxin was driven to the shelves. He doesn't like to be in the limelight. As a designer, he hopes that he will be recognized by the industry, and his works need to be pushed to the public.
Now that everything is ready, he refuses to be ignorant. Forget it, he nodded and said, "I can cooperate."
Zhuang Fanxin gave his face to this step, and then lowered his head to play with his mobile phone and looked at the map. He had not remembered the route from the hotel to the company for a few days after going to work.
When the meeting was about to end at noon, Zhuang Fanxin took Wen Lin directly to dinner. In the restaurant near the company, he didn't want to eat, Wen Lin was also inexplicably uneasy, and the two big men ordered two plates of green salad.
"Director." Wen Lin said first, "Did I make a mistake?"
Zhuang Fan said in his heart, "You know best whether you have made a mistake or not. Are you guilty?"
Wen Lin panicked: "No! You are so cold, and I'm scared to ask me to eat suddenly!"
Zhuang Fan laughed heartily, wiped his mouth after eating a few bites of food, and said, "Did you ask someone to meet at Weijing Restaurant yesterday?" to the person you are dating."
Wen Lin slapped his head: "I was so excited to receive the design yesterday. I'm sorry, I didn't delay your meeting with team leader Cao, right?"
"It's alright." Zhuang Fan held a glass of water in his heart, "Actually, the person you dated—"
Wen Lin interjected and asked, "Are you handsome?"
Zhuang Fan had forgotten what he was about to say. Gu Zhuoyan's current appearance appeared in front of him. He was more mature and stable, handsome and tall.
Wen Lin asked again, "Taller or shorter than me?"
Zhuang Fan's mind was moved, and he couldn't help but despicable this moment: "The person you dated doesn't even know what he looks like?"
"My parents know each other, and the family cooperates a bit." Wen Lin said, "...We haven't met."
Naturally, he wouldn't pick out that it was a blind date, but Zhuang Fan understood it, vaguely remembering what Gu Zhuoyan said last night, that this time it was a good fight. "Xiao Wen." He rammed sideways, "The company is so busy, do you still have time to fall in love?"
Wen Lin said, "I don't know, I'm not in a hurry anyway."
Zhuang Fan's heart suddenly sobered up, what is he doing? Jealous enough to spy on the enemy, come to know yourself and the enemy? The other party and Gu Zhuoyan have never met. He is a ten-year-old past tense, a bastard's ex, and a complete outsider. Why worry, what qualifications do he have to worry about
He is not qualified.
Back in the silhouette, Zhuang Fan was in a daze in his chair. He restrained himself from thinking about other things, but he couldn't restrain himself from thinking about Gu Zhuoyan. From the second he met Gu Zhuoyan again, he was already in chaos, and he couldn't turn it back.
He needed to find someone to talk to, but he didn't know if Pei Zhi was free. After a while, he didn't expect that Pei Zhi first sent a message asking how the days were going.
Zhuang Fan replied that everything was fine. After three or five sentences, the words could not be concealed, and he changed his words: "I feel a little bored."
Pei Zhi sent a list of good places to sweat, sing, watch movies, and do sports, which made Zhuang Fan combine work and rest.
In the safe passage on the floor, Wen Lin was calling Gu Zhuoyan and said, "Brother Yan, it's me. I'm so sorry for letting you dove yesterday."
Gu Zhuoyan replied, "It doesn't matter."
"Then are you free tonight?" Wen Lin asked, "What do you want to eat, I'll treat you to me."
Gu Zhuoyan smiled and said, "It's not very convenient tonight. I have to work overtime. Let's make an appointment."
Hanging up the phone, Gu Zhuoyan continued to be busy. He had a contract in hand to go over with the legal counsel. During this period, he occasionally coughed and had a hoarse voice, all of which were caused by smoking last night.
It was still too early to finish the contract, and the subsidiary company below had a property under preparation for opening, so he drove around for a while. He got off work on time in the evening, and as soon as he hit the road, he pulled off his tie.
Gu Zhuoyan didn't tell the truth. He didn't work overtime or entertain, but he just wasn't in the mood to go on a blind date. He felt panicked and blocked, as if the smoke from last night got into his body and didn't escape, and his limbs urgently needed to relax and vent.
An hour later, Gu Zhuoyan arrived at the fencing club. He is the head member here, and he is more familiar than home. Even the cleaning sister-in-law knows his name.
After changing into his fencing clothes, Gu Zhuoyan walked to Hall 1 with his sword and face guard. VIP has a special training hall and arena, but there are few people. Today, he wants to join the crowd, like a bloodthirsty tiger, a bully in the rivers and lakes, just want to have a good time.
Entering the huge hall, there are so many four or five pairs that are sparring, Gu Zhuoyan warms up first, his eyes wander, and he is thinking about who to find for the first game.
He gradually locked a pair and watched the battle first. The two sides were about the same height, and the one on the left had an unstable rhythm, but the offensive was fierce, as if he was fearless in winning or losing, and just wanted a hearty game.
Gu Zhuoyan was excited, and when the winner was decided, he and the others applauded, walked over, held the sword and said to the left side: "Winning is very neat, do you still have the strength?"
The other party nodded and hooked his hands to express the challenge.
The two sides are ready, back off the line and salute each other, and start. Gu Zhuoyan first stabbed to test, the opponent responded quickly, a beautiful anti-six counterattack, he defended again, the opponent immediately attacked with a half-step thorn, and the attack was fierce.
When the distance was a little closer, Gu Zhuoyan sprinted in his footsteps and attacked in the eighth position. His moves were sophisticated and precise, a bit like using violence to control violence.
Perhaps it was the opponent's lack of physical strength, or the lack of height, and gradually fell behind. Gu Zhuoyan pressed hard step by step, and when he was in a desperate situation, he made a few fake moves to let the other party breathe and resurrect, and then abused him again, causing everyone's pace and rhythm to be in chaos.
The onlookers laughed and said, "This buddy is quite bad, how about making fun of the kitten?"
"But the other one can, too, and it's been defending."
I don't know the length of time, I just feel sweaty and happy. Gu Zhuoyan finally stabbed with his sword and won.
He took off his face shield: "Two games in a row, you're tired." Still panting a little, he turned to drink water, "Let's learn from each other when we have a chance next time."
After walking a few steps, the other party asked behind him, "When is the next time?"
Gu Zhuoyan paused and looked back, the man's chest was up and down, he took off the mask he had been wearing, revealing a sweaty face, it was Zhuang Fanxin.
The impact at this moment is no less than yesterday. Gu Zhuoyan examined Zhuang Fanxin from head to toe before confirming, "Why are you here?"
Zhuang Fanxin raised his hand to wipe the sweat, touched his face, and kept his smile in pain: "I found it online, I wanted to exercise after get off work, so I came here."
He quickly chased after Gu Zhuoyan: "How about it, is my technique okay?"
"...Oh." Gu Zhuoyan tried his best to calm down, "I can't handle my abuse, so don't ask."
Zhuang Fan's heart "cut": "I often win more than others." Too much sweat and dry mouth make it easy to say the wrong thing, "It's because I see you flustered, so I'm not sure."
Gu Zhuoyan made a mistake: "Why do you feel flustered when you see me?"
They stopped there at the same time, looking at each other, the lights above their heads seemed to be street lights on a small fork in the road, sitting on the bluestone slab, Gu Zhuoyan gave Zhuang Fanxin a set of fencing clothes.
I don't know who came back first, laughed it off, and poured a big glass of cold water on each.
Gu Zhuoyan's dressing room is separate. After taking a bath, there is also a massage to relax muscles. The set lasts for 40 minutes. When he comes out refreshed, he sees Zhuang Fanxin falling asleep on the sofa.
"Goodbye" had already been said in the corridor, he walked over and snapped his fingers: "Why didn't you leave?"
Zhuang Fanxin opened his eyes, stood up and said, "I want to wait for my hair to dry before going out, or I will catch a cold."
Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Why do you use the hair dryer?"
Zhuang Fan's heart was completely clear: "It's broken, don't let the wind blow."
The typical nonsense with his eyes open, Gu Zhuoyan didn't break it, and went to take the elevator. Zhuang Fanxin followed him without saying a word. When the elevator door closed, the number began to count down on the nineteenth floor.
Zhuang Fan pursed his lips, the person he had been thinking about all day was standing next to him, and he would soon part ways. He was flustered and apprehensive, knowing that he shouldn't be shameless and shameless, but he couldn't control it.
I'll be on the first floor soon.
He recognized it, and it didn't matter that Gu Zhuoyan beat him out next time.
"That." Zhuang Fanxin tried his best to say, "Can you give me your contact information?"
The gate of memory was broken, and whether it was a flood beast or a trickle was fleeing, each of them knew, Gu Zhuoyan turned to Zhuang Fanxin, and gave the answer of the flood and beast in a trickle way: "It's not necessary, there will be new people in the future. Delete, it's very troublesome."
When the first floor arrived, the elevator door opened, and Gu Zhuoyan strode out.
He went through the rows of cars to find his car, but without looking back, Zhuang Fan's expression and reaction were all left behind. He only remembered the minute when he couldn't find each other everywhere, like a fool with an empty head, slumped on a chair crying.
The phone vibrated for a long time before Gu Zhuoyan felt it, and answered without looking at it: "If you have a fart, let it go."
"Me." It was Lian Yiming, "Brother, there is something I have been struggling with for 24 hours. I didn't want to tell you, but I can't suffocate myself, can I?"
Gu Zhuoyan was not interested in listening and did not answer.
Lian Yiming said: "Then I said it, I'm fucked! Zhuang Fanxin has returned to China!"
Gu Zhuoyan pressed the car key: "Oh."
"Oh?" Lian Yiming was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, "Really! I live in Sophie! Last night, a guest knelt down in the corridor to look for the room key, cried so hard, and slapped himself in the face. It's Zhuang Fanxin!"
Gu Zhuoyan hung up the phone.
He stood in front of the car door and didn't move, just stood there for a minute.
Hearing the footsteps, Gu Zhuoyan turned around and saw Zhuang Fanxin approaching, and stopped half a meter apart. He preempted the other party before he spoke: "Do you feel sorry for me?"
Zhuang Fanxin replied, "Yes."
"Just talking is not enough." Gu Zhuoyan said, "I said yesterday that I wanted to slap you."
Zhuang Fan raised his hand to hit, but Gu Zhuoyan grabbed it and said, "The slap is also light, I really want to punch you."
Zhuang Fan raised his face: "You beat me."
The cheeks were indeed a little red and swollen, Gu Zhuoyan looked at it, and suddenly raised his hand.
Zhuang Fanxin closed his eyes, but his fist didn't fall. He was dragged by his right shoulder, twisted around, and then pushed hard from behind. After staggering a few steps, he just stood firm, Gu Zhuoyan had already got in the car and ignited, and the engine squeaked and turned away.
Zhuang Fan's heart chased for a while, and finally stood in vain.
He was cold all over, wrapped his scarf tightly, and put on the hat of his down jacket, when something slipped down his temples.
Zhuang Fanxin picked it up and looked at it. The general manager of GSG Group, Gu Zhuoyan, was printed on it, followed by the contact information.
Like a dream, it is Gu Zhuoyan's business card.