Gu Zhuoyan read it word for word, and it didn't take long to read it. He closed the folder and threw it away, leaned against the back of the chair, took one out of the cigarette case, and lit it, and began to swallow.
I remember clearly in black and white on the information. Zhuang Fanxin entered a design school after immigrating half a year ago, majoring in jewelry design, which is in line with his plans and visions.
But just one year later in the summer, Zhuang Fanxin's grandfather passed away.
The jewelry company was managed by Zhuang Xianyang. After the old man left for half a year, it was acquired by a local company in Los Angeles due to poor management.
In the second year, there is no clear record in the materials. In other words, Zhuang Fanxin did not study in the second year in the United States. In the third year, Zhuang Fanxin continued to go to school and transferred to another college to study fashion design.
The following content is gradually detailed. Zhuang Fanxin participated in many design activities and competitions during his college days. After graduating with honors, he studied American art history while working.
As for the work situation, Zhuang Fanxin has worked as a designer in three fashion companies successively, and as he progresses higher and higher, he can be regarded as a successful career. As for his family, Zhuang Xianyang later founded an independent gallery, while Zhao Jianqiu has been doing horticultural design work.
It's really been a long time, and since it's far away, I can only find some education and jobs, such obvious changes.
The fingers suddenly felt burning, and Gu Zhuoyan realized that a cigarette had burned to the end and flicked into the ashtray. He tapped the table with his long fingers, in case he couldn't help but smoke another one.
He thought, maybe grandpa's death was the source
Zhuang Fanxin suffered a blow and took a year of recuperation. With the change of hands of the jewelry company, he failed to fulfill the wishes of the old man. The original dream has turned into pain, and if I continue, I will inevitably endure the huge gap in reality, so I give up studying jewelry design.
All this is just Gu Zhuoyan's guess, he can't be sure, to be honest, he can't even accept it. Zhuang Fanxin's grandfather only endured for a year, and Zhuang Fanxin was only a year away when so many things happened. He was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he had a personality that didn't take matters. How could he bear it at that time
The more Gu Zhuoyan thought about it, the more he couldn't help thinking of their last phone call in August of that year. Zhuang Fanxin said that he liked the classmates who were studying together, and they were together. Counting the time, it should be not long after the old man passed away.
Could it have been too hard at the time, and that person accompany Zhuang Fan's heart considerately, accompany him to endure the pain and tide over the difficulties, so he moved his heart with gratitude
Whether it is true or not is unknown. Gu Zhuoyan stared at the table in a daze. Since the reunion, they have not been together for a long time. Zhuang Fanxin apologized to him and admitted his mistakes, but he did not mention all kinds of things after immigration.
Was it too late, or didn't want to say it at all
Gu Zhuoyan is not going to ask, at least not now. In any case, those days were the pain point of Zhuang Fanxin. If Zhuang Fanxin was willing to speak out in the future, he would listen.
Gu Zhuoyan laughed helplessly. The people who were closest to each other, who had not been in contact for ten years, became a pair of strangers. Their hearts were ups and downs. How could it be so easy to change back to the way they used to be.
After sitting for a long time, he stood up: "Bond, go."
As soon as the voice fell, the screen of the mobile phone lit up, and the caller ID was "Wen Lin".
Gu Zhuoyan even forgot about the child, it was funny to say that, he thought about meeting each other on errands and chatting casually, but he didn't know what he said too well, but Wen Lin actually had a good impression of him.
After dinner, Wen Lin took the initiative to test his attitude. He never liked to be sloppy, so he politely but clearly refused. He took the German Shepherd out and picked it up, "Hello? Xiao Wen."
"Brother Yan." Wen Lin got straight to the point, and probably couldn't hold back, "Did you have an affair with Director Zhuang?"
The tone of Xing Shi's questioning, as if catching a traitor, Gu Zhuoyan said: "How can I say it, I am innocent and a single noble."
Wen Lin said, "The director said he likes you, and he also said that he wants to compete fairly with me." He went home and pondered for two days, "You are high school classmates, and he is learning to paint. The more I think about it, the more wrong it is. In fact, he is Your first love, right?"
Gu Zhuoyan neither admitted nor denied it, and asked instead, "What do you think?"
Wen Lin's tone was awkward: "If he's really your first love, then I'll admit it." He can't compare his appearance, ability, and emotional foundation. Uncle's, he was quite convinced.
"But you guys are a bit rude, aren't you?" he said. "He likes you. I guess you know what he's thinking, and you pretend to be ordinary classmates. You're just kidding me."
Gu Zhuoyan took the car: "Then I apologize to you?"
Wen Lin said, "What's the use of apology, promise me a request."
Gu Zhuoyan's businessman's thinking: "The contract between the two of us has been signed, and it is impossible to make another profit, and the public belongs to the public and private to the private."
"Who told you that!" Wen Lin sneered, and then started to discuss, "Didn't the director like you, please help me and ask if the probation period is over, can it be turned into a regular one?"
Gu Zhuoyan laughed: "What if you can't?"
Wen Lin said bitterly, "I wish you all the green on your head!"
Gu Zhuoyan didn't get angry, stepped on the accelerator and left.
It was sunny in the afternoon. Zhuang Fanxin had just delivered the flower stand he bought online. When it was scattered, he sat on the floor and assembled it by himself. Pei Zhi sat on a double chair and basked in the sun, and said, "Don't your knees hurt? I cleaned up and didn't rest all day."
Pain, but bearable. Zhuang Fan wanted to get things sorted as soon as possible, at least he was fully equipped like a home, so he could open his mouth to entertain guests. As the New Year's Day holiday approached, he planned to invite Gu Zhuoyan over to thank him for helping him find a house, and to seek a chance to get along.
Pei Zhi asked: "Do you really want to continue the front line?"
Zhuang Fanxin nodded and corrected: "I was chasing him unilaterally. Brother, you know, I have never dared to go back to China to find him. I always thought that I would be better or better, lest it's not good enough. The chance to help you come back and meet him, I don’t know if it’s good enough, but I can’t help it anyway.”
"Then..." Pei Zhi asked a rational and realistic question, "What if I can't get it back?"
It's been too long, love has a shelf life, people's aesthetic preferences will also change, not everyone is nostalgic. Zhuang Fan thought about this, and he said solemnly, "If he can't catch up, I bless him, sincerely."
"What about you?" Pei Zhi asked.
"Me?" Zhuang Fanxin lowered his head to pick up a package of parts, "I think there are a few screws missing, so I need to talk to the seller or give a bad review."
He avoided Pei Zhi's questions and couldn't answer them. When he was desperate to do something, he often didn't think about what he would do if he failed.
After tightening the screws, Zhuang Fan said in his heart, "My domestic driver's license has been changed. Should I buy a car? It's enough to take a taxi every day."
Pei Zhi said: "Driving my car, it happened to drop me off at night." After a few days of leave, the crew urged and shouted, and it seemed unprofessional if they didn't go back.
In the evening, Zhuang Fanxin changed clothes and took Pei Zhi to the airport. He hadn't driven for a while, and the road was not familiar. He even made a few detours while driving. His back was sweating, as if he had crossed the Flaming Mountains. When he got to the airport, he turned off the flames and sat on the steering wheel for a long time.
Pei Zhi was shaken and wanted to vomit: "Can you do it?"
"Don't worry." Zhuang Fan assured, and there is no bottom line after the guarantee, "Do you have car insurance?"
Pei Zhi left behind "I rely on", grabbed the luggage and left. Zhuang Fanxin followed behind and entered the terminal, sent him to say goodbye outside the security check line, waved his hand, and waited for someone to enter, he found a vacant seat in the lobby and sat down.
It has to be slow, drive over and wipe out the life value.
Zhuang Fanxin played with his mobile phone to recover blood, opened the chat list, and added some strangers to the previous party, the venue decorator, the sound engineer, the flower shop owner... He screened and deleted, and after he deleted the avatar looking at Gu Zhuoyan, it was meant to be a drunkard. Not in wine.
Clicking on it, he edited: "The house is almost tidy up. If you hadn't helped me, I might not have found a suitable one."
Immediately lock the screen after sending it, lock it and press it on again, did you reply, did not reply, put the lock screen in your pocket, take it out to see, did you reply, haven't reply yet. Zhuang Fan's heart just went back and forth like this, and five minutes later, Ding, Gu Zhuoyan replied.
"Wen Lin contacted me today."
What? What does that little bunny mean? What does Gu Zhuoyan mean by telling him
Zhuang Fanxin dialed it directly and couldn't sit still. He got up and paced the hall. As soon as he got connected, he immediately asked, "What did Wen Lin contact you about? Is he chasing you?"
Gu Zhuoyan replied: "He thinks we are playing tricks on him, and he is a little emotional."
"I'll apologize to him or coax him." Zhuang Fanxin said so, but was extremely frightened, "What about your thoughts, will you change your mind and try to develop with him?"
Gu Zhuoyan said: "It's not impossible."
Zhuang Fanxin unknowingly walked to the vicinity of the information desk, put his arms on the countertop, and lay down a little bit with his phone in his hands. At this time, the ground service broadcasted, and the flight to New York was due to weather...
"Zhuang Fanxin?" Gu Zhuoyan's voice has changed, "Where are you?"
"at the airport."
"What are you doing at the airport?" Gu Zhuoyan seemed to be pressing, "Are you leaving?"
Zhuang Fanxin replied, "I'm not leaving, I'll see Pei Zhi off." He could detect Gu Zhuoyan's emotional changes, tense, sullen, and he seemed to have an inexperienced sensitivity.
Feeling distressed and guilty, he immediately turned around and ran out of the hall. There was only wind outside, and he said, "I'll go home now."
There was a long silence on the phone, and if I hadn't heard breathing, I would have thought I had hung up. After a long time, Gu Zhuoyan said, "Wen Lin asked me to ask him about his return."
Zhuang Fanxin drove away from the airport and was exhausted when he got home. He was not sure whether he was simply tired from driving, or because Gu Zhuoyan's call scratched his nerves.
Why didn't he touch each other
Gu Zhuoyan used to coax him, but now he wants to coax him.
Monday mornings are the busiest. As soon as Zhuang Fanxin arrived at the company, he held a large regular meeting, and then returned to the department for a small meeting.
The intern was not qualified to participate in the meeting. Zhuang Fanxin never met Wen Lin. After all the arrangements were completed, he looked at the other party's position before entering the office. Xu's eyes were hooked, and Wen Lin raised his face to look back as if he had felt it, and squeezed out a smile.
Zhuang Fan hooked his fingers in his heart, frightening the child's smile away.
Entering the office and closing the door, Zhuang Fanxin smiled and said, "Why are you nervous? I didn't give you any shoes, I've been taking care of you, right?"
Wen Lin didn't answer, but Zhuang Fanxin continued: "Actually, with your family background, why do you need to go out to work? It's easier than ordinary people to create your own brand."
"I don't want that." Wen Lin said, "I've already used a lot of family conveniences. Since I don't worry about food and clothing, I want to try it on my own at work to see how much I have."
This is quite true, but Zhuang Fan asked back: "Since I rely on myself, why let Gu Zhuoyan ask me?"
"... It's not enough to ask." Wen Lin said with a guilty conscience, "It's fine if you don't ask."
Zhuang Fanxin said: "The internship period is not over yet. It is too early to worry about whether you will be able to become a regular. As long as you don't violate the company's regulations and work hard, the company has no reason not to keep you."
Wen Lin was a little happy: "I've been working hard recently."
Zhuang Fan saw it all in his eyes, and after a pause, he said, "Xiao Wen, if you're willing, I can take you with me in the future." Not only for those personal matters, but they were all newcomers, and Cheng Jiama took the intern to perfunctory him. , In fact, it's okay, as soon as he entered the company, he followed him and got close.
Wen Lin didn't react for a while, staring at Zhuang Fanxin: "Really?"
The director of the department has no time to pay attention to the assistant. If he doesn't do it well, he will fire it, but if he brings it with him, it will be very different. The design will give guidance, and the work will be supported. It is like a teacher-student relationship.
Zhuang Fan nodded: "But it also depends on your personal wishes."
"I do! Of course I do!" Wen Lin stood up excitedly, resting his hands on the table, "Thank you Director, no, thank you Teacher Zhuang!"
Zhuang Fanxin said, "It's enough to call me a job title." He also stood up and picked up a stack of drawings on the table, "I asked for your design from Lao Xu, and I've finished it, so I'll go to the tailoring room to draw a picture?"
Zhuang Fanxin pushed Wen Lin out and got close, and Wen Lin looked at him happily. With a gentle smile, he said in a low voice, "I called the teacher, and don't think about my wife in the future."
Wen Lin was startled: "It'll be good so soon?"
Zhuang Fan's heart was bragging: "As soon as I make a move, I will never leave you."
Gu Zhuoyan just came out of Gu Shibo's office and went back to his own floor. After entering, he found that everyone under his hand was looking at him quietly. He slowed down and touched his face, inexplicable.
When he walked to the door of the office, Zhou Qiang stood there: "General Manager, I have your flowers, and the delivery room has signed and delivered them."
Gu Zhuoyan frowned: "My what? Flowers?"
He pushed open the door and saw in the center of the large desk, a handful of roses bigger than an iron pot on it, bright red like fire, overflowing with fragrance, a total of ninety-nine roses.
Looking back, all the employees were beaming with laughter and were not serious.
Gu Zhuoyan's face changed from red to white, he went in and kicked the door, strode to the table and stood still. There is a card inserted in the middle of the roses, and the outer casing reads Gu Zhuoyan's receipt, which is Zhuang Fanxin's handwriting.
He picked it off and couldn't guess what was written in it, but all the ninety-nine red roses were given away, which must be love, love, those disgusting sentences.
After all, he is also a returnee, why is it so vulgar, what age does he still come here.
Gu Zhuoyan was mentally active for a long time, and finally opened it with a bated breath. There was only one line of small characters in it - I wish you a Happy New Year's Day in advance!