The ambulance drove to the emergency building, the crowd of people was slowly dredging open, and Zhuang Fan walked out of the hospital door with his heart mixed in. Gu Zhuoyan could no longer see the figure, released the clutch and drove to the street in the opposite direction.
He didn't expose it, didn't chase after him to stop Zhuang Fanxin and ask the reason, for fear that he would be embarrassed if he couldn't find out the truth. As for seeing a doctor, Zhuang Fanxin might be worried that he might be worried, or it would involve privacy, so it would be even harder to say it.
Gu Zhuoyan persuaded himself, and persuaded a few streets.
At the crossroads, the red light, he released the steering wheel and wiped his face, looking at the traffic rushing horizontally through the glass, looking at the traffic police commanding with a big cap, and looking to see clearly his state. The mind is restless, in fact, he is calculating.
Gu Zhuoyan couldn't, and Zhuang Fan was pinching his most sensitive nerve, and he couldn't ignore it. When he came out of the hospital, he would not worry too much or be upset if he put it on others, but the other party was Zhuang Fanxin, so he struggled, guessed wildly, and drove from the third ring to the fourth ring.
Gu Zhuoyan was afraid that Zhuang Fan would deceive him and lie to him, and that he would hit him in the head again at some point. Once bitten by a snake, he is still afraid of the rope after ten years. And the most fearful thing is that Zhuang Fan really has some kind of pain in his heart.
All the way home, Gu Zhuoyan spent more brainpower than going to work. He desperately needed some comfort, so he entered the door and started looking for cigarettes. Grabbing one, I looked through the pockets of the sweatpants I wore during the day, but I couldn't find the lighter.
Zhuang Fanxin had just arrived home, so he did not forget to search upstairs and downstairs, and found a lighter in the crack of the sofa cushion. He took a photo and sent it to Gu Zhuoyan: "Is this it?"
Gu Zhuoyan stared at the picture and laughed, and the casual lie turned out to be true, and replied: "It's it."
He found the other one from the cabinet, lit a cigarette, and Gu Zhuoyan slipped out onto the balcony to smoke. Zhuang Fanxin sent another message: "Are you addicted to smoking?"
"It's okay." He edited, "Occasionally smoke one to relieve fatigue."
Zhuang Fanxin: "Then why should I pay you back the lighter?"
Gu Zhuoyan: "I'll go there someday when I'm free, and your soup cup is still at my house."
Zhuang Fanxin: "Drink it tomorrow at the latest, it won't be fresh after a long time."
"Got it." Gu Zhuoyan replied, holding the cigarette between his fingers and continuing to type, have you gone to the hospital? I deleted it after I typed it, and re-edited it so that I saw you in the hospital. I deleted it after I typed it. forget it.
As a result, Zhuang Fan asked, "What have you been editing?"
Gu Zhuoyan sighed: "It's nothing, the air here is not good, and there are many colds every winter, so drink more water." He took a hard puff of cigarette, and felt the smell of nicotine poured into the lung tube along the throat, blocking it. He is bloated.
Pushing open a window, Gu Zhuoyan exhaled a breath of white mist at Xingye, and then he was half-blown by the cold wind from the sky. Although it was cold, but happy, he didn't reply any more, clicked Zhuang Fanxin's avatar and entered the album, looking at each one.
The number is new, the account of this chat software is also new, but Zhuang Fanxin's style has not changed. The content is minimal, and the simple photos are also filled with an artist's taste.
However, adults are inevitably coerced by work. After Zhuang Fanxin joined the silhouette, she posted two related posts, one was advertising photos, and the other was thanking a fashion magazine for an interview. Gu Zhuoyan browsed to a few months ago, and since he added friends, he has never seen it.
At that time, Zhuang Fanxin was still abroad, in London, participating in a collaborative design project, which was probably very tiring, and the content was mostly a venting of the state. In the photo, there is a large slice of Americano coffee, saying that drinking coffee and staying up late will not produce inspiration, but will only produce dark circles. Or it's just plain text, the fabric is wrong, what else can a British guy do other than speak English
Gu Zhuoyan couldn't help laughing, and then saw the powerful word, shit!
Good guy, mean, irritable, Gu Zhuoyan smelled a breath that he had never heard before, which was somewhat different from the Zhuang Fanxin in his impression. After gradually finishing the page, he felt that something was missing. After thinking for a while, he realized that Zhuang Fanxin had not sent any friends.
Except for the colleagues involved in the work, there is no mention of a friend in life, let alone a group photo.
Gu Zhuoyan remembered that when Zhuang Fanxin and Qi Nan handed over their homework, they had to take a photo and send it out. Zhuang Fan treats people well and is popular, no matter where he is, he will never lack friends.
Unknown to him, he returned to the chat list, clicked on Moments, and refreshed to the one posted by Zhuang Fanxin five minutes ago. In the photo is Zhuang Fanxin's palm, with a brown-black hairball lying on the palm.
Gu Zhuoyan recognized at a glance that it was Bond's hair, slipped his hand, and gave a thumbs up.
A panic of voyeur exposure arises spontaneously. But also recognized.
The most boring thing in the world is to exchange cups with work partners during non-working hours and chew some words. The most interesting thing is that Gu Zhuoyan now thinks that he accidentally swiped into the circle of friends of old and old love, accidentally gave a like, and captured the little nervousness of zero cost in the middle of the night.
"Ah!" He sniffed, the northwest wind had been blowing for half an hour.
After Zhuang Fanxin cleaned up the dog hair, he took out a bag of medicine from his bag, put the commonly used medicine in the medicine box, and stuffed the throat tablets into the bag. At the end of the pack, there were two boxes left. He pondered for a moment and took one, then went upstairs and put it in the closet.
It was almost early morning after taking a bath, and it was morning in the United States. Zhuang Fanxin sat in the bed and made a video with his parents. Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu were having breakfast and asked, "Are you used to being there?"
"It's all good." Zhuang Fan rolled his eyes, "Where's grandma?"
"Go for a walk." Zhuang Xianyang's eyes were sharp, "What are you doing with the pen and paper?"
Zhuang Fanxin opened the notebook: "Dad, I want to make soup recently. You can teach me more."
He memorized the recipe carefully. After Zhuang Xianyang finished speaking, Zhao Jianqiu asked, "It's almost the end of January for the Chinese New Year, how many days are there for the Spring Festival holiday?"
Zhuang Fan's heart is not clear, and the personnel department has not given notice. "Say before you come back, your dad and I will pick you up at the airport." Zhao Jianqiu said, "I just left from London, I miss you son."
"I miss you too." Zhuang Fan distracted, "I'm not in a hurry for a month. I'll visit Professor Pei tomorrow morning. Go ahead, I'm sleeping."
In the second half of the night, dark clouds floated, covering the moon and the stars in the night, and it began to snow. On the third day of the holiday, snowflakes swelled endlessly, coating the city with a thick layer of silver.
Gu Zhuoyan blew the wind before the snow that night, and forgot to close the windows. He caught a cold. He caught fire at work and meetings after the holiday, and the name he signed on the contract was a little fluttering.
Zhuang Fan's heart was full of energy, he had never seen such a pompous snow scene, and took several pictures at the door of the silhouette. After filming and meeting Wen Lin, he laughed, "It's so slow to drive a sports car."
Wen Lin said: "The road is too slippery, so it's better to ride an electric bike." He was usually sleepy in the morning, but today he was excited, "Director, I did production monitoring this morning, and I can see all the finished designs."
In January, review this year's spring clothing, if there is no problem, start regular production, and then put it into major stores to enter the market. Zhuang Fanxin went to the design department and waited for the designers, fabric engineers and proofers to come one after another for today's control.
Zhuang Fanxin took off his coat and started work. A group of people gathered in the most spacious workshop, with four packages of goods, each of which must be carefully controlled for quality. If there is no problem, we will directly arrange production and shipment, and if there is a problem, a monitoring report will be made immediately.
Most are of good quality, but one batch has serious flaws. Zhuang Fanxin put down the inspection sheet, and carried a dress in each of his left and right hands, and said, "Why are the printed and black ones both crepe? The design book I signed, the black one should use crepe satin."
There are nearly a hundred styles, and he knows the styles and materials of each one by heart. Everyone was silent, and Zhuang Fan thought to himself: "The fabric is wrong in this joint. What should I do with the backlog of crepe in the factory? Where can I find time to order crepe satin?"
He swiped around, looked at Lin Design, and asked, "Are you responsible for this?"
Lin Design replied: "I am responsible, but I don't know what's going on..."
Zhuang Fanxin said to the supervisor: "Bring all the reports to check." The design book that has been reviewed and revised five times, the fabric testing report, and the order form sent to the factory must not be missed. If there is a remedy, the person who should be responsible cannot shirk.
After checking and checking, there are no problems with the documents on file. Zhuang Fanxin called the person in charge of the factory and asked, the other party said that Lin Design agreed.
Digging out the chat records from half a month ago, the head of the factory had contacted Lin Design and bluntly said how good the crepe is and the price this year is also suitable, and Lin Design really agreed. Without reporting it, the factory directly changed the material.
Zhuang Fan asked, "What right do you have to make an assertion?"
Design Lin was dumbfounded: "I'm sorry, Director, I was too busy at the time, so I didn't read it carefully, so I replied in a confused way."
Zhuang Fan seemed to remember everything in his heart: "You were absent from work that afternoon, what are you busy with? You are busy with private affairs, and now you want to let business affairs pay for you?"
When there was a big problem in the first control, Zhuang Fan didn't get angry, but the soft questioning had a more imminent atmosphere. He slipped his two skirts back to the office, threw the table, and started to make phone calls with the people in the factory.
When his mouth was dry, Lin Design came in with tea. Zhuang Fanxin didn't even look at him, and said directly: "Your factory is in Fujian. In all likelihood, you have to make a trip. Get ready."
Lin Design said, "Director, I can't go away."
Zhuang Fan frowned: "Fujian is too far, isn't it? The personnel department is very close, and it is very convenient to resign."
Lin Design finally explained that the elderly in the family were sick and hospitalized and had just completed the operation. Zhuang Fan stroked his forehead, everyone looked radiant, but in fact they were all ordinary people, and they all had a bad scripture.
"Go out first," he said. When the door was closed, he leaned against the back of the chair and turned halfway, looking out the window to find a way to do it. On the shelf in front of the window, there was a heat preservation bag, which was the soup that had been stewed for six hours yesterday.
Taking out the lighter from his pocket, Zhuang Fanxin sent a message to Gu Zhuoyan: "Give me an address, and I will return your lighter tonight."
Gu Zhuoyan just drank the medicine and didn't want to be seen to be sick, so he replied, "I'm not in a hurry to use it, I'll leave it at your place first."
Zhuang Fan asked: "Is the soup finished, I still have a soup cup."
With an air of refusal, Gu Zhuoyan coughed and sent the address of the apartment. He didn't go to the company, he was working from home today, and he fell into a drowsy sleep after a severe burn in the afternoon.
However, Zhuang Fanxin didn't catch his breath at all. The phone call was in arrears, and he worked overtime until ten o'clock in the evening. It was icy and snowing outside. He drove carefully and followed the navigation to the Central Landmark.
Stopping by the road, Zhuang Fanxin hadn't eaten yet, and wanted to go to the convenience store across the street to buy some bread to eat. Just after the fire was turned off, Lin Design sent a message of several hundred words, which was an apology for today's accident.
Zhuang Fanxin didn't read it and asked, "How is the family?"
Lin design back, in intensive care, not yet awake. Zhuang Fanxin ordered "Take care of it", no longer had the appetite to eat bread, got out of the car and walked to the convenience store, and pressed Gu Zhuoyan's number at the same time.
"Humble words?" he said, "I'm on the street outside the main entrance, come down."
Gu Zhuoyan replied, "Okay, five minutes."
Putting on the down jacket, Gu Zhuoyan went out with the soup cup and stayed at home for a whole day. The high fever gradually subsided, hoping that Zhuang Fanxin would not find out that he was sick.
Strolling out of the gate, he saw the unturned car on the side of the road, he walked over, and was stunned when he leaned over to snoop from the co-pilot. In the driver's seat, Zhuang Fanxin leaned his neck up against the back of the seat, his elbows rested on the window, and a sparkling cigarette was tucked between his fingertips.
Raising his forearm, Zhuang Fanxin took a breath while holding the cigarette holder, and exhaled out of the window, his lips still slightly open. When he saw the figure, he turned his head and smiled at Gu Zhuoyan, leaning over to help him open the car door.
Gu Zhuoyan sat in and said, "Why did you still smoke?"
Zhuang Fan brushed off the ash in his heart: "Didn't you say that you are tired, you want to try it." He handed over the lighter and a pack of cigarettes he just bought at the convenience store, "I'll give it to you."
Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Tired?"
"Well, overtime." Zhuang Fanxin didn't elaborate. However, he was so tired that he didn't dare to turn his face to look directly, for fear that Gu Zhuoyan would notice the tiredness in his eyes. But his mind was very quick, and he asked: "With such a heavy nasal sound, you have a cold?"
Gu Zhuoyan did not elaborate: "It's okay."
Zhuang Fanxin seemed to be complaining about the other party's carelessness: "I also told me not to catch a cold, I'm sick first." In the end, he cared more. He turned his head and looked at Gu Zhuoyan's appearance, "Your face is a little red, you have a fever? Did you go to the hospital?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I've taken the medicine." When he mentioned the hospital, he couldn't help but think of that day when he looked back at Zhuang Fanxin's eyes, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Zhuang Fan replied, "I'm fine."
Against the dim light in the carriage, Zhuang Fanxin and Gu Zhuoyan were silently chasing each other, and they didn't ask anything, but they seemed to be questioning. Perhaps it was a guilty conscience or exhaustion. Zhuang Fanxin was the first to relax. He took a breath and handed over the heat preservation bag: "Go home and warm up and try it."
Gu Zhuoyan swallowed a breath of air, took it and got out of the car.
After closing the door, Gu Zhuoyan walked back with the heavy soup. He could see that Zhuang Fan was in a bad mood, and was very depressed in addition to being tired, as if he had encountered some difficulties. He guessed whether it had something to do with the day he went to the hospital
Is there really something wrong with Zhuang Fan's heart
After walking out for a while, Gu Zhuoyan turned around and went back. He stopped outside the co-pilot and leaned over to knock on the window. When Zhuang Fanxin saw it, he said, "What happened, tell me."
Zhuang Fan lost his mind while holding the steering wheel. This man could always sense his depression. Back then, when he was beaten by the basketball team, that's what Gu Zhuoyan said.
But he is no longer the scumbag he used to be. He smiled beautifully: "I can handle the company's affairs."
Gu Zhuoyan nodded, but he didn't leave, and changed his words smartly: "I'm not very good."
Zhuang Fanxin immediately asked, "What's wrong?"
"Dizzy." Gu Zhuoyan said, "help me back."
Zhuang Fan pursed his lips and refused to reveal it. He was dizzy, and he clearly didn't believe his words. After turning off the car and getting off, he walked around the front of the car and walked to Gu Zhuoyan's side, holding the arm.
On the snow, the down jacket creaked and creaked.
They walked back, in the misty little snowflakes.
Zhuang Fanxin took the opportunity to touch Gu Zhuoyan's hand, his palm was freezing cold, and Gu Zhuoyan became scorching hot because of a fever. Thinking of that day, Gu Zhuoyan broke away and refused to let him hold it, so he retracted it, but unexpectedly, his entire hand was wrapped.
"I only warm you to the unit building." Gu Zhuoyan said.
Zhuang Fan smiled nervously, and replied in a low voice, "Okay."