Everything in the past was covered in the drum, and the drum surface was stretched and smooth, but it was punctured and opened, just like now. Gu Zhuoyan hesitated for a moment, and responded quickly: "I and he are classmates."
Now it was Wen Lin's turn to be surprised, widened his eyes and confirmed, "Really?"
Really, Gu Zhuoyan said. Holding the car keys, he was hungry: "Get out of the car first, and chat while eating."
The two entered the restaurant, and they were seated. The dishes and soup were placed on a table. The waiter closed the door and left. Wen Lin immediately stared at Gu Zhuoyan intently. He was surprised, more curious, and desperately needed a detailed explanation.
Gu Zhuoyan took a hot towel to clean his hands, and while wiping, he repeated in an extended manner: "Actually, Zhuang Fanxin and I know each other, and we were classmates for a while in high school."
After that, Wen Lin was stunned: "Are you gone?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "What else do you want?"
He only revealed to this extent, as for the other level of relationship, how sweet he and Zhuang Fanxin had been, and the reason for the breakup... All of them belong to the category of no comment.
Gu Zhuoyan knew clearly that, to Wen Lin, he was the son of a partner who was arranged by his parents to talk about the company's boring business, and he had gone three times.
For him, Wen Lin was nothing more than a family arrangement, and he needed to meet with a blind date after working hours. It was only after a chat with Dong Wen that he signed the contract that day. It turned out that the blind date was not a big deal.
In this case, what is the need and obligation for him to reveal his emotional experience
Besides, Gu Zhuoyan didn't plan to develop with Wen Lin, and it was hard to say whether they would meet again in the future, but Wen Lin and Zhuang Fanxin were both superiors and subordinates of the same company. If he explained the details, it would be embarrassing, and if Wen Lin accidentally leaked the words, Zhuang Fanxin would have to bear some unreasonable comments.
After reacting for a moment, Wen Lin wondered: "No, brother Yan, if you are really classmates, why are you like strangers?"
Gu Zhuoyan forgot about this, and replied, "I have only been a classmate for one semester, and I haven't seen each other for ten years, so it's quite strange."
This is a bit far-fetched, no matter how unfamiliar it is, it is not unfamiliar, and I have met in the wrong room before. Wen Lin lowered his head and drank the tea. He wanted to understand more clearly. He and Gu Zhuoyan didn't contact each other a few times, but they met with Zhuang Fanxin every day, but Zhuang Fanxin never told him.
Even today, the three of them faced each other, but Zhuang Fanxin still didn't show it.
Wen Lin didn't understand and asked, "Why is the director hiding from me?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I asked for it." He said it confidently and confidently, "If you are his assistant, if you know that he and I are classmates, I am afraid that you will not work well because of your relationship."
"I'm going, I'm not that kind of person." Wen Lin immediately laughed, and he lost his confidence, "No wonder the director took care of me, allowed me not to work overtime, and invited me to lunch before, so it was all because of you. "
As he was hitting right, Gu Zhuoyan apologetically served the other party's food, and said vaguely, "Don't be happy, move your chopsticks."
Wen Lin has a good appetite, and his interest is getting stronger and stronger. He said, "Brother Yan, tell me more about the director's preferences, what he likes to eat, and what songs he likes to listen to. I will do what I like and try to get a regular position as soon as possible."
Gu Zhuoyan said with a big head: "I'd better tell you about the cooperation between Wan Yue and GSG."
"Who listens to that stuff." Wen Lin took a bite of the meal, and glanced at the corner of the information in the bag, "That's right, you don't even know how the director studied costume design, how can you know anything else."
This reminded Gu Zhuoyan. He still didn't quite believe it. He asked again, and the answer he got was very positive.
The meal was quite enjoyable. Gu Zhuoyan's purpose was very clear. He completed Dong Wen's entrustment and explained the cooperation case between the two parties to Wen Lin. As for whether the other party listened or not, it was out of his control.
From the restaurant came a flood of lights, and Christmas carols were played on the street.
Gu Zhuoyan sent Wen Lin home, and after 40 minutes of driving towards another area, Wen Lin received a call from Designer Xu, saying that he would read his design draft tomorrow. The unfinished manuscripts were all in the company, so Gu Zhuoyan had to turn around, and it took more than an hour to arrive at the silhouette.
Nearly 11:30, Zhuang Fanxin just turned off the computer, picked up the paper on the table and locked it in the drawer. When he got up, the door of the office was pushed open, which startled him.
"Director, haven't you got off work yet?" Wen Lin showed his face.
Zhuang Fan breathed a sigh of relief: "Why are you back?"
Wen Lin replied, "I'll get the artwork."
Zhuang Fanxin didn't say anything, went to the hanger to put on his coat, and turned around again to see Wen Lin standing at the door looking at him. Those eyes are intimate and restrained, like looking at a close friend, and there is a hint of excitement, as if waiting for his response, and want to meet his eyes to darken Chen Cang.
Zhuang Fan raised his eyebrows: "Why are you looking at me? Are you still not leaving?"
Wen Lin said firmly: "I'll wait for you to go together."
Zhuang Fanxin carried his bag and left, and when he entered the elevator and faced the mirror-like door, he became more and more inexplicable when he met Wen Lin's earnest gaze.
He suddenly remembered that Wen Lin was dating Gu Zhuoyan and he didn't drive, so how did he come here? If it was sent by Gu Zhuoyan, wouldn't it have to happen again
When he arrived on the first floor, Zhuang Fan didn't want to go out, but before he could make an excuse, Wen Lin took him away. As soon as he exited the company building, Gu Zhuoyan's car was parked at the door, the lights were on, and he could clearly see how the other party was smoking.
"Brother Yan." Wen Lin shouted, "The director has just left, shall we send him off?"
Gu Zhuoyan exhaled a breath of smoke, embarrassing each other, and replied, "Get in the car."
Zhuang Fanxin didn't want to go up at all: "Thank you, no need."
"Stop pretending," Wen Lin opened the back door, "Director, I know you know each other."
Zhuang Fan's heart froze, and he stood beside the car slightly stiff, thinking, Wen Lin already knows? Do you know the relationship between him and Gu Zhuoyan? At this moment, I am afraid that it is not simply to give him a ride, there is probably something to say.
He couldn't hold on any longer, so he sat down in the car and glanced at Gu Zhuoyan quickly.
Driving on the road, Zhuang Fanxin stood next to the car door, waiting for the other person to ask questions without saying a word. Five minutes later, Wen Lin looked back at him in the co-pilot and broke the silence: "Director, so you and Brother Yan are high school classmates?"
Xu is too tired to work overtime, Zhuang Fanxin can't show any expression: "Well."
Wen Lin said, "I asked Brother Yan what your hobbies and hobbies are. You want to curry favor with the leader."
Zhuang Fan looked out of the window with heart, and Gu Zhuoyan guessed that he had reservations, so he should be relieved and not worry about embarrassment. But his whole body tensed, and he couldn't help imagining what kind of relaxed and meaningless attitude Gu Zhuoyan had when he said "I don't know very well".
After Wen Lin finished speaking, he sat upright, stuffed a stack of drawings into his computer bag, and said to Gu Zhuoyan, "I have dinner with you today, and I have to work overtime when I get home, so I might have to stay all night."
Gu Zhuoyan said: "It's okay for young people to stay overnight occasionally."
"I'm just a few years younger than you, and you seem to be in a different generation." Wen Lin pulled his seat belt closer, "Brother Yan, don't you like young people?"
Zhuang Fanxin stared at the window, the neon reflected, a halo on the glass, his face was vaguely projected in the halo, tired and lonely, and two words seemed to be engraved on his forehead: Deserve it.
As soon as he said that he liked it, he didn't like it, Wen Lin's coquettish behavior filled the carriage, making Zhuang Fanxin unavoidable. He couldn't block his ears, but he didn't want to admit defeat and closed his eyes, so he kept his eyes open, stomped, and sat in the corner of the back row as a light bulb for Gu Zhuoyan and others.
Gu Zhuoyan gave an order and told Wen Lin to sit down, Wen Lin laughed twice, but swayed from side to side in his seat, and stopped at a red light, he suddenly asked, "Brother Yan, you have been in love a few times before. ?"
Zhuang Fan couldn't hold back his heart, and quietly looked at Gu Zhuoyan's silhouette, his ears perked up. Gu Zhuoyan seemed to be out of count, thought for a while and said, "Four times."
Wen Lin asked, "When was the last time?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Three years ago."
"Ah? You've been single for three years?" Wen Lin was taken aback, "Is it because your last love was so deep that you couldn't get out of the shadows?"
Gu Zhuoyan smiled and said, "It's me who left a shadow on others."
Zhuang Fan felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, leaning back against the back of the chair, his arms tightly folded on his chest and abdomen, he really didn't know where to look, so he stared blankly at the back of the chair in front of him.
"Then what did your predecessor do?" Wen Lin asked persistently.
Gu Zhuoyan replied, "A graduate student at the Academy of Fine Arts."
Wen Lin was once again surprised: "Is also studying art?" Seeing Gu Zhuoyan's approval, he seemed to wake up, "What did the previous objects do?"
Gu Zhuoyan stepped on the accelerator to overtake a few cars, his eyes drifted from the road ahead to the traffic lights in the distance, shifted a little, and finally glanced at Zhuang Fanxin in the rearview mirror. Then he replied, "It's all designers."
Zhuang Fanxin clenched his fists in an instant, raised his eyes, stared at Gu Zhuoyan's body tremblingly, the arm holding the steering wheel, the torso wrapped in the suit, the slender neck, the deep bridge of the nose and the eyebrows... He seemed to be hidden in the darkness The thieves inside can't see the light and can't control their hearts, so they can only peep quietly and earnestly.
Wen Lin was surprised for a long time, digested it for a long time, and became calm when he spoke again: "Brother Yan, when was your first love? What kind of person is the other party?"
Gu Zhuoyan couldn't help but stretch out his hand, touched the cigarette case, and finally retracted his hand. He seemed to recall a long past event: "The first love was in the second year of high school. The other party also learned to paint."
"So..." Wen Lin said, "all your later partners are of the same type... Are you looking for his stand-in?"
Zhuang Fanxin almost stopped breathing, he was a little deprived of oxygen, his eyes did not blink, and his pupils slowly lost focus. Gu Zhuoyan's hoarse voice came into his ears, and it was very clear: "I didn't want to look for his substitute, I really didn't think about it, I just felt that there are so many people who learn to paint, and he is not the only one, I can find a more suitable one for me. ."
Some people are so profound that they have already gone into the woods.
"So I didn't want to find someone to replace him." Gu Zhuoyan said, "I want to forget him."
Zhuang Fanxin raised his head abruptly, keeping the back of his head against the backrest to maintain his posture. The atmosphere was cold and strange, Wen Lin glanced at Gu Zhuoyan, and took the risk to ask the last question: "Since it is unforgettable, isn't he particularly good?"
Gu Zhuoyan replied, "Everything is fine, maybe it's just that I don't like me that much."
Zhuang Fan said unconsciously, "How can you be sure?"
He was quiet for too long, and with a loud voice, Wen Lin turned his face to look at him, suddenly sobered up, found Gu Zhuoyan's eyes in the rearview mirror, met them gently, and said slowly, "Perhaps more than you like... He's really bad."
The Sophie Hotel's signboard was placed in front. The drive was unimaginably long. Wen Lin touched his nose. He talked about the topic to this point, which was really awesome.
In order to change the subject, Wen Lin turned to Zhuang Fanxin: "Director, the person who picked you up from get off work every night has not come for the past two days. Can I book a car for you tomorrow?"
Zhuang Fan said, "No, I will pick it up tomorrow."
Slap, Gu Zhuoyan knocked on the horn, urging Daben in front to get out of the way quickly.
"Oh." Wen Lin said, "Is that your friend?"
Zhuang Fanxin replied: "The agent of the real estate agency, I'm looking for a house."
Daben drove away, but Gu Zhuoyan turned the steering wheel sluggish for two seconds, drove over, and stopped outside the hotel door.
"Thank you for sending me." After Zhuang Fanxin finished speaking, she immediately got off the car, as fast as she could escape.
He walked forward with his head held high, the tip of his delicate chin showing restraint, he passed the front of the car, the engine rang behind him, and Gu Zhuoyan drove the car and disappeared into the street. He finally lowered his head as if he couldn't hold it anymore, like a skeleton wreckage covered with a powder skin.
Looking back at the end of the long street, there was deep regret in his eyes, covered with a layer of warm water mist.
Gu Zhuoyan was no different from an express train driver that night, and the gas was almost gone. He glanced at Wen Lin in the co-pilot, that guy could ask more questions than the prosecutor, and it made others feel uncomfortable when he asked, but now he was leaning against the car door and fell asleep.
An hour later, Gu Zhuoyan stopped at the gate of a residential area and patted Wen Lin awake: "You won't be allowed to enter the car, so go back by yourself."
Wen Lin opened his eyes in a daze: "It's here... so fast."
He got out of the car with his computer bag and jacket in his arms, and as soon as he was exposed to the cold air, he became more awake and looked at Gu Zhuoyan. "Although tonight..." He swallowed some words hesitantly, "but it's nice to meet you."
Gu Zhuoyan directly concluded: "Go to bed early."
"Goodbye." Wen Lin grabbed the car door, "Um... why did you break up with your first love?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I'm so handsome, I'm shaking his eyes."
On the return trip to the gas station, Gu Zhuoyan arrived home at 2:00 in the morning, and the garage was empty at first glance. After turning off the engine and pulling out the key, he turned slightly to the side and found two pieces of paper falling from the front passenger. He picked it up and saw that it was Zhuang Fanxin's design that Wen Lin had shown.
In the upper left corner is a string of English awards, design concepts, and the title of the work, which translates to "Core No. 7".
Gu Zhuoyan folded the two pieces of paper, put them in his coat pocket, slammed the car door and took out his mobile phone. Once he was a vicious capitalist, he called his secretary in the middle of the night, and said intimately, "Xiao Qiang, don't go to bed yet."
There was a bottle of sleeping pills on the bed, and Zhuang Fan's back was on fire, so he had to swallow two pills.
There is an unread article, which Gu Zhuoyan sent at 6 o'clock in the morning.
Zhuang Fan's heart is like a drum, why did Gu Zhuoyan take the initiative to send him a message? Did you develop a good relationship with Wen Lin? You need to confirm the relationship and send a message to tell you to delete his contact information
Retribution has come...
Zhuang Fanxin struggled to open it, but it was a form document.
He downloaded it and saw that there were seven or eight sets of selected apartment types. After screening, the details and pros and cons were all listed clearly, as well as the phone number of an agent.
And the table was renamed by Gu Zhuoyan, and it was written arrogantly - no thanks.