The palm at the spine undoubtedly encouraged Zhuang Fanxin, he hugged it tighter, closed his eyes and embedded in Gu Zhuoyan's chest, the whole person was obsessed and greedy.
If only time could stand still. he thinks.
Five seconds were extended to ten seconds, and then extended to fifteen seconds, each other's chests were heated, Zhuang Fan was extremely reluctant when he let go of his hand, and he put his palm on Gu Zhuoyan's body and drew a half circle. The soft ruler was still hanging around Gu Zhuoyan's neck, Zhuang Fanxin took it down, turned around and laid down on the table to record the size of the other party.
Glancing at the dog's shadow, Zhuang Fanxin turned his face to see Meng Qiqi in the dog's mouth, his eyes were wide open, he put down his pencil and rushed over: "Let go! Bond, let go!"
Bond opened his mouth, knowing that he had made a mistake, and slipped away with his tail tucked. Zhuang Fanxin picked up Meng Qiqi, which was an old thing ten years ago, and let the dog bite it. The little clothes were torn open several times, and the look became more and more shabby.
His first reaction was to look for a sewing kit, turned around, and Gu Zhuoyan had already walked behind him.
A twenty-seven-year-old man with a doll on the bed is more embarrassing than stripping naked and being seen by others, but he still faces the party who sent the doll. Zhuang Fanxin was not ashamed when he begged to hold hands and hugs cheekily. At this moment, he was holding Munchiki, and he couldn't help but bloom and pink on his face.
I just saw it, and Gu Zhuoyan asked knowingly, "Is it the one I caught?"
The memory goes back to the past, in the video game city, Gu Zhuoyan showed off his doll grasping skills, caught a bunch of them, and gave this monkey to Zhuang Fanxin. Since then, this freckled orangutan has grown up at Zhuang Fanxin's bedside, from Rongcheng to Los Angeles, to every place, until now in his new home.
Zhuang Fanxin nodded and admitted, "You caught it."
Gu Zhuoyan asked again, "You keep it?"
The stuff in the doll machine is very rough in workmanship, who will always carry it at home and abroad. "It's not bad, it's a pity to throw it away, and it also pollutes the environment." Zhuang Fanxin explained that the more understatement, the more guilty and stubborn, "It doesn't take up space anyway."
Gu Zhuoyan looked at it brightly, took a step closer and pinched the doll's other arm, and said, "It's broken now." He tugged at it, "I think it can be thrown away."
Zhuang Fan took it back in a hurry, confronted Gu Zhuoyan for such a thing, was defeated in three or five seconds, and disarmed and surrendered: "I kept it all the time, which means I am reluctant to throw it away, do you want to expose me?"
Gu Zhuoyan said: "I can't see people pretending to be garlic."
"What do you mean by pretending to be garlic, do I want to lose face?" A flash of light flashed in his mind, and Zhuang Fan was confident, "If I found out that you kept the underwear I bought for you back then, would you admit it? You definitely wouldn't admit it, right?"
Gu Zhuoyan sprayed: "What underwear can stay for ten years? Tempered bulletproof?"
Zhuang Fan exclaimed: "And those kind of good underwear? I knew I gave you a combination lock, but I can't open it, and no one wants to touch you these years!"
How can the air not freeze. Zhuang Fanxin accidentally bald at the bottom of his heart, and regretted it after he said it. He was stunned on the spot and didn't know how to remedy it. Gu Zhuoyan looked at him, was also dull for a moment, and said slowly: "You are unreasonable, you dumped me, and you want me to be like a jade for you and be a loner?"
The tone was slightly lighter, not angry, but somewhat helpless. Zhuang Fanxin shook his head quickly: "No, I didn't mean that, I hope you are well... I just can't help but feel jealous."
Gu Zhuoyan never asked about those years, and he didn't mention anything unclear in the information. At this moment, he couldn't help it, and asked tentatively, "Why are you jealous if you like someone else?"
Zhuang Fanxin suddenly closed his mouth, a little panicked. He observed Gu Zhuoyan's expression, fearing that the other party would be angry and angry, but what he saw was calm...even caring.
"Fan Xin." Gu Zhuoyan called him, so nice, "Meng Qiqi is reluctant to throw it away, why did he delete me so neatly?"
The pupils trembled in the eye sockets, Zhuang Fan lowered his eyelashes, dodged left and right to avoid Gu Zhuoyan's sight, he quickly sweated, empty and cold, and slipped quietly down his back.
This reaction was beyond Gu Zhuoyan's expectations. The old lover turned over the debt, or felt ashamed, or blushed unwillingly, but in the end, he didn't panic like a fish on the hook and a deer before the arrow. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from Zhuang Fan's heart, rubbed it to his chin, and said warmly, "I didn't force you to answer, why do you feel like I'm bullying you?"
Zhuang Fanxin apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you."
Gu Zhuoyan tried to defuse it with a joke: "Then cook quickly, I'm really hungry."
Zhuang Fanxin said, "Go downstairs first. I'll clean up here and cook for you right away."
There is nothing to clean up, it is to calm down alone, Gu Zhuoyan understands it, and cooperates to go down. Zhuang Fanxin went to the bathroom to wash his face, took a deep breath, and returned to the bedroom to change into a dry shirt.
Gu Zhuoyan sat in the living room, staring at Bond with big eyes.
Twenty minutes later, Zhuang Fanxin went downstairs, walking briskly, completely changing his face, smiling as if nothing had happened. Rolling up his sleeves and entering the kitchen, Zhuang Fanxin put the stewed soup in the steamer to keep warm, washed and cut vegetables, and occasionally peeked outside.
Gu Zhuoyan turned his head sharply: "What good dishes are there?"
Zhuang Fanxin praised Haikou: "Both Chinese and Western, with meat and vegetables."
In fact, his cooking skills are average. When he was studying and working, there were restaurants in schools and companies. He rarely opened fire, and he did not have high requirements and desires for food. The reason why he dares to blow is because Gu Zhuoyan hardly steps into the kitchen, and his fingers do not touch the spring water, so it is easier to fool.
After a while, Zhuang Fanxin suddenly exclaimed: "Hey! Stop!"
Gu Zhuoyan looked towards the kitchen following the reputation, and saw a hairy crab come out of the kitchen. It's really fucking... He got up and went over, picked up the crab and sent it back to the kitchen: "Chief chef, your ingredients have left home."
Zhuang Fan caught it with a basin: "It means it's fresh, right?"
Gu Zhuoyan retreated to the door, hugged his chest and leaned against the door frame, silently admiring Zhuang Fan's chaotic appearance. Zhuang Fan still thought it was quite sweet. From time to time, he looked at Gu Zhuoyan and smiled, expressing himself and saying, "Fry the asparagus and shrimp balls first. This shrimp is also very fresh."
"Hmm." Gu Zhuoyan replied, "Aren't you going to the shrimp line?"
Zhuang Fan forgot about it, smirked, took a fork and began to pick out the shrimp line, and a few minutes later, Gu Zhuoyan reminded him in a hurry: "The blanched asparagus is about to be boiled."
Zhuang Fanxin hurriedly turned off the fire, not knowing which step to take for a while, picking the shrimp line? Did the crab run away? What is this empty plate doing here? He lost his memory a bit, so Gu Zhuoyan said again: "I guess the plate is for asparagus."
That's right, Zhuang Fanxin picked up the plate to pick up the asparagus, but the egg behind the plate lost its barrier and rolled down the cooking table and smashed into pieces. Gu Zhuoyan frowned and said regretfully, "I'm sorry, the old hen knows how sad it is."
There is no sweetness, Zhuang Fanxin was completely confused under the supervision of Gu Zhuoyan, his footsteps were like a lion dance, and he almost scratched his fingernails with the knife.
"Be careful." Gu Zhuoyan didn't finish, "You don't need to use so much effort to cut the chicken."
Zhuang Fan said anxiously: "I didn't play well, stop staring at me!"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "If any chickens and geese run out again, I'll stop you." He taunted, but he rolled up his sleeves neatly and walked to the sink to wash his hands.
"What are you doing?" Zhuang Fan asked, "Don't make trouble!"
Gu Zhuoyan said: "If I don't cause trouble again, it will be dark."
Zhuang Fanxin was pushed aside, Gu Zhuoyan grabbed his knife, held the chicken thigh with one hand, and chopped the chicken into evenly sized pieces. Change the knife and change the chopping board, and the washed vegetables are all good, and the thin filament hob is very standard.
There was still a mobile phone on the stage. Gu Zhuoyan saw the recipe and was too speechless: "Did you follow what you learned online?"
Zhuang Fan was stunned and didn't answer, because he thought he knew nothing about cooking, but it turned out that he was the one who made the axe. He took off another apron from the wall, tied it to Gu Zhuoyan from behind, and asked, "Can you cook?"
Gu Zhuoyan beat the eggs again: "Yes."
"But your family has a nanny." Zhuang Fanxin was extremely surprised, "When did you learn it?"
Gu Zhuoyan stared at the swirl of egg mixture and concealed, "When I was studying abroad." He turned around, the house was not spacious, the kitchen was even narrower, and he stood face to face with only two palms apart, "Are you scrambled eggs? ?"
Zhuang Fanxin said, "It's for making American chicken nuggets."
Gu Zhuoyan nodded, and it seems that he has learned a few dishes after going abroad for so many years. When Zhuang Fanxin dug out a pile of flour with a plate, he suddenly realized that it was a fucking fried chicken!
Zhuang Fanxin started cooking, sticking a hand full of flour, and then touching the egg liquid, the flour turned into a batter and adhered to his hands, the loose shirt sleeves slipped slightly, and he rubbed back and forth on his waist.
"Why are you still scratching your itch while cooking?" Gu Zhuoyan steamed the crab and was idle, stepped to Zhuang Fanxin's right side to take a glance, and then held the thin wrist. Rolling up his sleeves, touching his watch, he muttered that he was older than Munchiki.
Zhuang Fanxin said, "It's my grandfather's relic, so I always wear it."
Gu Zhuoyan patted the other person's shoulder to comfort him. He didn't go away. He stood beside him to observe, seeing Zhuang Fan's fair and slender fingers covered with lumps on his face, he expressed his opinion: "Actually, it's better to be called KFC."
Zhuang Fanxin waved his hand: "Get out of the way, or I will touch you."
"Crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, who did so much for you just now?" Gu Zhuoyan preemptively moved his hands and dipped a little flour on Zhuang Fanxin's face. The raised powder got into his eyes, and Zhuang Fan kept blinking: "You murdered your first love!"
Gu Zhuoyan pulled the man over, his eyes were so white that he shed tears of irritation. He took out a piece of paper and wiped it off. Zhuang Fan cried out in pain, "That's kitchen paper!"
Gu Zhuoyan took another soft piece, soaked in water, and lightly covered Zhuang Fanxin's eyelids, rubbed from the corner of the eye to the end of the eye, repeated several times, and dyed the thick eyelashes wet and shiny. With no palms far away, Zhuang Fanxin lifted his eyes and looked at Gu Zhuoyan's eyes.
The cheeks were stained with flour, and Gu Zhuoyan looked at Zhuang Fan and laughed heartily.
Zhuang Fan didn't feel embarrassed, he only lost his mind in the other party's long-lost happy smile, he simply stood stupidly and let Gu Zhuoyan laugh enough, the guy laughed and then picked on: "Hurry up and fry the chicken, I'm starving to death."
It took an hour, and finally I was busy with three meat and two vegetarian dishes. Except for the fried chicken, which was made by Zhuang Fanxin, the other four dishes were made by Gu Zhuoyan. But Zhuang Fanxin had a cup of fresh soup that had been simmered for three or four hours, so let's try to save some face.
The dogs were so hungry that they had three mouths to eat.
Gu Zhuoyan liked the soup very much and drank two bowls. Zhuang Fanxin Wang Po sells melons: "The north is relatively dry, this soup is light and moisturizing, and the remaining half of the cup can be brought back to drink."
Gu Zhuoyan said: "Sister Hu used to be very good at making soup, but the auntie here is almost at home."
"If you like to drink it," Zhuang Fan suggested again, "I can cook it for you. If you feel embarrassed to drink it for nothing, just... let me do two tricks next time you fencing."
Gu Zhuoyan refused: "There is no concession in the arena."
Zhuang Fan said with a smile: "Okay, when will we compete again?"
Gu Zhuoyan felt that he was being rounded in. He snatched the last piece of fried chicken with chopsticks, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed: "Did you gain ten pounds by eating these?"
Zhuang Fanxin put down his chopsticks: "Is it obvious?"
"I can't see it." Gu Zhuoyan said, "But you will know when you hug it."
It was plain and simple, but Zhuang Fan's heart was very moved, and he was very dissatisfied. Where did he hug him, but his palm pressed him.
After a full afternoon, I was a little tired. Bond slumped on the sofa and fell asleep. The TV was on. Gu Zhuoyan didn't look at it much, but he looked at his watch twice. Zhuang Fan was ready, and took out a gamepad from the drawer of the coffee table: "I know you don't like watching movies, so I bought the game."
I haven't played games for a long time since work. Gu Zhuoyan started to play and asked, "Just one? Do you play?"
Although Zhuang Fanxin learned fencing and guitar, he was still not very good at the game, and he had no interest in it. He went upstairs to take down Meng Qiqi and sat quietly by the side to mend.
Gu Zhuoyan was fighting in the fierce game, and his muscles were tensed, while Zhuang Fan's heart was threaded, and his mind was relaxed. They rubbed this afternoon apart, ground it up, and put it back together again, just like in the days many years ago, throwing their schoolbags and shutting them in a room, each doing their own thing but with the same mind.
When the sun was about to set, Gu Zhuoyan left. He took the German Shepherd with him, took a half cup of soup, opened the door and said, "Don't give it away, I know the way."
Zhuang Fanxin clung to the door frame, watched Gu Zhuoyan walk outside the elevator, and shouted a little funny: "I often come to play when you have time."
Gu Zhuoyan retorted: "Come to cook for you?" The elevator door opened, he dragged the dog in, stretched out his arm and waved before the door closed.
On the road, Gu Zhuoyan was in a good mood. Halfway through, he received a call from the secretary and learned that Mr. Meng's mother had stabilized her condition, and asked him if he wanted to use the supplements and flower baskets he had prepared earlier.
"Send it to my house." Gu Zhuoyan went home and changed his clothes, and when Zhou Qiang delivered the things, he went out to the hospital again to visit.
There are not too many people on holidays, and the senior ward is even more deserted. Gu Zhuoyan didn't spend long to visit the old man, but he chatted with Mr. Meng in the living room of the ward for a long time, and took the opportunity to talk about the content of the appointment.
It was already dark when I left, and I walked out of the inpatient department. When I was approaching the main entrance of the hospital, an ambulance drove in, and the surroundings were suddenly blocked. Gu Zhuoyan waited for the past, casually glanced at the outpatient building that was rushing towards the door, and saw Zhuang Fanxin come out.
I didn't get sick when we met during the day. What did Zhuang Fanxin come to the hospital for? There are no relatives or friends here, and it will never be to visit patients.
Gu Zhuoyan took out his mobile phone and called, staring at Zhuang Fanxin's figure walking out. Connected, he said, "Hello? It's me."
"What's wrong?" Zhuang Fan asked.
"My lighter is gone, did it fall into your house?" Gu Zhuoyan lied, "Help me find it."
"Okay, I'll take a look when I get home."
"Where are you now?"
Zhuang Fanxin also lied: "I'm out of fruit, I'm shopping in the supermarket."