"You are..." Zhuang Fan's heart was embedded in one of Gu Zhuoyan's arms, his clothes were disheveled, and he was hiding his seductive thoughts just now. He was so embarrassed, but he hesitated even more, "Are you forgiving me..."
He used the word "forgive", the cowardly giving up ten years ago, and the heart-breaking phone call, so the premise for him and Gu Zhuoyan to reconnect with each other is that Gu Zhuoyan forgives him.
When asked, Zhuang Fan looked at Gu Zhuoyan without blinking, feeling ashamed, afraid, and looking forward to it. Suddenly, the hand that hooked him was released, and he panicked immediately, wrapping Gu Zhuoyan's shoulder tightly.
"I know, I know," he said. "I won't ask."
Gu Zhuoyan stared at him: "What do you know?"
Zhuang Fanxin said, "You have a hurdle in your heart." It was like peeling off a layer of torn window paper, his words were so light and soulless, "That hurdle is a wound... a scar formed. The executioner is me. "
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Yes, it's you."
Zhuang Fan lowered his head, buried it on Gu Zhuoyan's shoulder, took a few deep breaths, then raised his face, he said, "But you gave me a chance to chase you, I invited you, you didn't refuse, I encountered difficulties, what do you think? I know, I begged you to come to Rongcheng, and you came." He murmured to the conclusion, "You are always soft-hearted to me."
When it was pierced, Gu Zhuoyan couldn't hold his face: "Are you very proud?"
"I am contented." Zhuang Fanxin said, his palms stroked from Gu Zhuoyan's shoulders to his neck, raised his wrists to support the lower jaw, and turned to look at him, "But if you are satisfied, you will not be satisfied immediately. ."
He stared at Gu Zhuoyan's pupils reluctantly: "You drink my stew, I just want to eat with you every day, I brush my teeth at your house, I just want to put an extra mouthwash cup, you are in Xiamen , I want you to come to Rongcheng, you come, sit here, I want to see your reaction without wearing clothes."
Zhuang Fan's heart spit out every sentence, and he held Gu Zhuoyan's face and cheeks. "The more soft-hearted you are, the more distressed I feel." He said without falsehood, but mixed with helplessness, "but I couldn't help but make trouble with you in a hurry to get more soft-hearted from you."
He candidly confessed and laughed at himself: "I've become... bad."
All of Gu Zhuoyan's lack of self-control was given to Zhuang Fanxin, the bad thing, and the hand that was withdrawn moved back, embraced, not holding his back, but wrapped his arms around his waist: "If you become bad, who made you change? bad?"
That bit of jealousy is like the weeds on the original, inexhaustible, blowing and growing again, just a few words can ignite into a fire. Zhuang Fan was suffocated and said, "I didn't mess with others." As if hiding something, he didn't answer directly, "We Orientals are reserved."
Gu Zhuoyan looked at Zhuang Fan's heart and pinched the flesh on Zhuang Fan's waist through the bath towel: "I don't want to know how close I was with the empathic grandson, since you are chasing me now, just be honest and look at others less, do you understand? "
Zhuang Fan nodded his head and turned back to put on his clothes. One pair of trousers only had two legs, but he was distracted for a long time. Gu Zhuoyan stood by the window, touched a cigarette and lit it. His face was neither happy nor angry, but he actually took seven or eight mouthfuls to clear the dryness inside.
It was noon when I came out of the hotel, the weather was cloudy and sunny, and the wind was gentle, which was especially suitable for couples to date. Both of them were hungry, and the area was prosperous, so they chose a very popular restaurant for lunch.
The lobby was full, and the waiters were walking as fast as they could. The meal was ready. Zhuang Fan impatiently moved his chopsticks, stuffed his mouthfuls and chewed, and the food was particularly delicious. Gu Zhuoyan has always been a gentleman, and joked: "How many days have you been hungry?"
Zhuang Fan complained bitterly: "I only had one meal yesterday, it was in the factory cafeteria, it was unpalatable." He swallowed, his lips were thin, "The boss wanted to invite me the day before, so he won't mention that stubble when the order is made. already."
"I'm bothering you." Gu Zhuoyan said, "Drink some soup."
Zhuang Fan took a small sip and deliberately kept his stomach: "I don't want to drink soup, I want to drink milk tea." He smiled, and the joy in his eyes went straight out. Gu Zhuoyan understood and said cooperatively, "Which one should I drink from so many milk tea shops?"
Zhuang Fan said, "Yinan!"
After eating and drinking, the two of them ran to the street they were most familiar with. Today is Friday, and there is a lot of people coming and going, and the business of every small shop is very prosperous.
With the gate closed in the sky, students could be seen fighting with brooms in one corner of the playground. It was a weekend cleaning that lasted for ten years. Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin walked to the door, said they were visiting the teacher, put on their ID cards, and entered the former campus side by side.
They were familiar with the road, but they walked very slowly, stopping every three steps to admire the grass, trees and bricks in the school. The exterior wall of the canteen has been refreshed, the commissary on the first floor has a new brand, and a black metal sculpture has been added to the entrance of the gymnasium.
Passing the library, I can see the periodicals reading room from the window. The old school workers who are retired and re-employed are sorting out. Zhuang Fanxin said: "I was a volunteer in the library at that time, and it was difficult to apply. I filled out the application form outside the line. "
I really don't know, Gu Zhuoyan asked, "What do the volunteers do?"
"Classify the returned books, code them, and help report the loss." Zhuang Fanxin actually remembered it clearly, "I go to lunch break every day, because I can lie down on the sofa in the rest area after work, so many people apply."
Gu Zhuoyan thought for a moment: "Why have I never seen you there?"
Zhuang Fan thought: "I used to go every day." He moved closer and bumped into each other intentionally or unintentionally, "After you come, I want to take a lunch break with you, so I haven't been there."
Over and over, I occasionally met the teacher in the library, and he always scolded him and reprimanded him. Later, his volunteer qualification certificate was revoked.
Gu Zhuoyan never understood, so he was determined, when Zhuang Fanxin returned to his senses, he left him and went out. He raised his legs to keep up, to the corridor of the garden, the trees and flowers, more beautiful than ten years ago. He didn't look at the cypress palm or the wind chimes and jasmine, but only looked at the silhouette of Zhuang Fan's heart in the tiny spots of light.
The perceptions of the past were reviving, and Zhuang Fan's goodness towards him, both openly and secretly, reminded him of it all.
How can Gu Zhuoyan not be soft-hearted, after Zhuang Fan's heart left, that kind of good, he has never tasted it again these years.
"You can't walk anymore?" Zhuang Fanxin stopped and shouted, "Hurry up!"
Gu Zhuoyan swallowed and caught up in a few steps, like a hairy boy who had been beaten, pinched Zhuang Fanxin's slender neck from behind, and covered up: "No noise is allowed on campus."
The corner of Zhuang Fan's heart grinned lightly, feeling that this man was so hypocritical. Puppy love is still forbidden on campus. Didn't he kiss him in the classroom back then? He turned his head and glanced at Zhuoyan's lips. He happened to pass under a patch of sunlight and felt thirsty.
They found Mr. Xia, the head teacher at the time, and the three-year students took them. Xia Wei still remembered their names, and couldn't help feeling that the two excellent children who were once matured in a blink of an eye.
After talking about the current situation, Xia Wei felt relieved as expected. Repeatedly, I knew that you guys would be promising. After complimenting, he asked again, have you married yet? Have a child yet
Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin shook their heads together, Xia Wei urged, hurry up.
When he came out of the office, Zhuang Fanxin walked up against the wall, like a girl with a little secret, dawdling, quietly happy and ashamed, Gu Zhuoyan stroked his hair like a cat: "What's wrong?"
"Don't you think," Zhuang Fanxin's eyes were sharp, and fell on Gu Zhuoyan's face, "Don't you think what Teacher Xia said is like urging me to marry you? Let's hurry up."
Gu Zhuoyan burst out laughing: "Mr. Xia also asked if she had any children, did you have any?"
If it was before, Zhuang Fan's heart would have turned red from the neck up, scolding Gu Zhuoyan for talking nonsense, but now he just paused, borrowing his donkey down the slope, more ambiguous than the first orange sunset: "Don't make peace with me. , but want me to give birth to a child for you."
Gu Zhuo was speechless and had a heart attack, which pushed Zhuang Fan's heart out.
The two of them were dishonest adults wandering around the campus, shameless. Before leaving, they wandered into small corners. The new surveillance cameras that year were covered in rust, and there was an iron fence outside, which was completely forbidden to enter.
Zhuang Fanxin felt sorry for the current students and fortunate for himself. The romance that Gu Zhuoyan once gave him was locked in it.
Leaving Tianzhong, the street was blocked with water, and halfway through, I saw Yinan Shishi is open for business. Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin rushed there, pushed open the door, laid new floors, and changed the tables and chairs, but the walls were still painted by Zhuang Fanxin.
There are two people sitting behind the bar, a man and a woman, turning pages, the man speaks very fast: "No honey beans, I asked you to order No. 2, did you forget it again? And mango, how many times have you said it? Don't accept it, but it's ripe and sweet!"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Boss?"
"Hey! There's a price list on the blackboard, what do you want to drink?" The man continued, only showing the top of his head, "I'll be leaving in a while. Today Friday, I'll be open for an extra hour, and my mother will come over later."
After instructing him to look up, he met Zhuang Fanxin, who was posted on the bar, and was stunned: "... I rely on it?"
Zhuang Fan learned his tongue: "Damn it, it's really you."
Qi Nan stood up and saw Gu Zhuoyan again, and his tongue fluttered in shock: "You, you... I'm going, it's really you..." He walked out, reached out and stabbed Zhuang Fan's heart, "You live. …”
Zhuang Fanxin shoved back with a fist: "Nonsense, do you think I'm dead?"
"Yeah..." Qi Nan muttered, grabbing Zhuang Fanxin's collar and pulling him close, as rude as he was about to fight, "I really thought you were dead!" He suddenly raised his voice, with a strong man's anger, "You fucking disappeared all of a sudden, even I deleted it! You want me to hope you get better?!"
Zhuang Fan embraced the other party in his heart, not knowing how to explain it, Gu Zhuoyan came over to separate them, diverting Qi Nan's attention. He listened to them talking about college entrance examination, university, work, recent life.
Qi Nan grabbed his arm and continued to look through old accounts: "What's the matter with you? Why didn't you contact me all of a sudden?"
"That..." Zhuang Fan looked at Gu Zhuoyan for help, but Gu Zhuoyan also looked at him.
Qi Nan added fuel to the fire and complained: "No one can find you. You have deleted all your classmates. I wonder if you had a car accident in the United States and lost your memory at that time? Think we are all micro-businesses?"
Zhuang Fan hesitated and said, "I was in college at that time, and I became a college student... I swelled up."
Gu Zhuoyan finally cleared the siege, and Qi Nan said, "It's useless to scold him now, it's better to ask him to buy more cups of milk tea."
Qi Nan hummed in anger, slapped the menu on the table, stood behind Zhuang Fanxin's chair, and slapped Zhuang Fanxin's neck, bullying like before. Enough to vent, and ask as before, do you want to eat cake
"Eat," Zhuang Fanxin said, "the first love in summer."
The nerve endings were out of control, Gu Zhuoyan kicked Zhuang Fan's heart at the bottom of the table, Zhuang Fan's heart trembled, and stubbornly repeated, he wanted the first love in summer, and added regretfully, don't wake up from a dream.
The three of them chatted around. Everyone seemed to have changed a lot, but they didn't seem to have changed much. Gu Zhuoyan was still calm and handsome, Qi Nan was still screaming, Zhuang Fanxin was holding milk tea and laughing, chatting, it seemed to go back to high school students status.
Zhuang Fan's heart turned towards the bar: "Your wife?"
"No, hired helpers." Qi Nan whispered, "I'm single now."
Gu Zhuoyan has always been keen: "It's good to be single, why is your tone a little depressed?"
Qi Nan turned his head away and dodged, generally speaking of shameless things, and finally sniffled and said, "I got married as soon as I graduated from college, and left two years ago."
Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fan didn't expect it, they were quite surprised, Qi Nan called them annoyed by their virtue, and hurried to find some decent: "No one cares about me now, I don't know how cool it is, I'll be the host at night, go to my store drink wine."
After graduating, Qi Nan opened a small bar, and he lost it. After two years of tossing, he opened another one, and the business was not bad. It was dark outside, and before the students swarmed out, they moved their positions first.
Qi Nan drove a Wrangler, with Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin sitting in the back. On the way, Zhuang Fanxin held a cake box and talked to Qi Nan, which old building was demolished, an old store moved to another district, the monitor became a doctor, and now he has both children...
Gu Zhuoyan was much quieter, facing the window, his eyes were placed in a random place, he thought silently, Zhuang Fanxin dumped him back then, wanted to delete him, and cut off contact with all his classmates.
Is it because he is afraid that he will find it through others? Or is there another reason
The sunset was so intense that it couldn't be dissolved, the darkened sky began to press down, and the junction was chaotic and mottled, just like Gu Zhuoyan's mind at the moment. Qi Nan called him and said that he would not return if he was not drunk tonight. He nodded, feeling that he really needed alcohol to drink.
The bar is located in an old neighborhood, and the bungalow has been transformed, and it seems that it is going to be turned into a second creative park. Qi Nan couldn't help burning the buns in front of his old classmates, called the bartender to show his housekeeping skills, and asked the resident singer to open his voice in advance.
In the small deck, half a dozen beers were placed first, Zhuang Fanxin and Qi Nan played against each other, and Quan Dang warmed up. Then replace it with a fine cup that is one finger high, drink white, the spicy feeling burns down the throat to the esophagus, and then feed it back to the face.
"Same table." After three rounds of drinking, Zhuang Fanxin said, "I've been outside all these years, and I haven't met a friend better than you."
Qi Nan kept thinking: "Then you fucking delete me?"
"I was wrong." Zhuang Fan filled his heart and shook his wrist after holding the glass, and the wine splashed between his fingers, "I was really wrong, I apologize to you."
Gu Zhuoyan was eating the cake next to him, and when he turned his head, he saw Zhuang Fanxin put down the wine cup he had drunk, raised his hand to hold his fingers, and licked the wine on it with his lips stretched. The blue-gray light above his head was desolate and cold, the man was slightly drunk and biting, his long eyelashes drooped, and the tip of his tongue showed a little wet red from time to time.
Gu Zhuoyan didn't realize what he was doing, grabbed Zhuang Fanxin's wrist, pulled it over, and wrapped that hand with a towel. Zhuang Fan's heart was dragged towards him, he moved, and stayed by his side tamely.
"The ice cream has melted." Zhuang Fanxin stared at the cake and rubbed Gu Zhuoyan's hand through the towel, "Is it as delicious as before?"
Gu Zhuoyan ignored him, wiped his hands clean, and took the cocktail from Qi Nan. The number of guests gradually increased, and there was a lot of noise. This is a serious place to get drunk. Gu Zhuoyan half hugged him, chatted with Qi Nan, and occasionally lowered his head and asked, do you want to eat
Zhuang Fanxin got a pineapple meal and ate it on the table, and drank a few glasses of amber wine while Gu Zhuoyan was not paying attention. Suddenly it became dark in front of him, he was stunned, and he was so drunk that he was in shock? After another flash, three or two chasing lights were cast on the stage, and a band played crackling.
The bar became crazy and shouted loudly, and many graceful figures gathered on the small dance floor in front of the stage, twisting like flowers on a vine. Zhuang Fanxin looked back at Gu Zhuoyan's expression. In the darkness, Gu Zhuoyan held the wine glass and raised his neck, his Adam's apple rolled, and he was terribly sexy.
Zhuang Fanxin took off his trench coat, leaving only a V-neck sweater and jeans on his body. He stood up, shook a little, and rushed into the crowd on the dance floor.
Qi Nan was so frightened that he dropped Erlang's leg: "I rely on..."
Gu Zhuoyan focused his attention. Among the bright and intoxicated men and women, Zhuang Fan's heart was so eye-catching. His deep facial features were not afraid of any strong light, but only appeared more three-dimensional. It's hot, and there is a layer of flashing sweat, and the movements and music are more and more compatible.
Zhuang Fanxin twisted his waist and crotch, narrowed his eyes, and inadvertently opened his eyes while turning around, and looked at Gu Zhuoyan. It was dark below, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but he stubbornly flew his eyes.
For a piece of music, Gu Zhuoyan drank nearly a bottle of spirits, and at the end, Zhuang Fanxin's movements slowed down, he was slack and drunk, rubbing a handful of unconscious innocence.
When the music ended, everyone dispersed from the dance floor one after another, either excited or tired, all with intoxicated desires on their faces. Zhuang Fan's heart didn't move, he stood there panting, turned around and stepped on the stage.
He whispered something to the band's lead singer, then held the microphone stand and said, "I want to use this place to play a song for my friend."
The other guests cheered, applauding and shouting for him to sing a song.
"I'm not very good at singing, I'm out of tune." Zhuang Fan smiled ecstatically, "He played this piece for me. Later, I learned it myself, and when I learned it, I hoped to surprise him one day."
Zhuang Fanxin grabbed the microphone stand and walked to the wall, where there was a small piano, he sat down, lifted the lid, and tried the sound. His slender fingers were placed on the keys, his temples were sweating with nervousness, and his wish was fulfilled with happiness.
The notes flow, it is the song "Kijiro's Summer".
Gu Zhuoyan stared at the stage motionless, Zhuang Fan was playing for him, he was so serious that he straightened his back, but he played a note or two wrong because of drunkenness. In the years when they didn't meet, Zhuang Fanxin learned fencing, guitar, this piece, and maybe more.
The wine is really strong, otherwise he would feel dizzy.
At the end of the performance, Zhuang Fan shrank his heart into fists, stepped down from the stage, and wandered around the bar a little disoriented. Some people applauded and some people called him to have a drink together. He just laughed and walked back to his deck with a soft step. .
Dancing and playing the piano, all the brains were done. At this moment, when he met Gu Zhuoyan's eyes, he felt embarrassed. Zhuang Fan brushed over with a blushing face, and fell into Gu Zhuoyan's arms, betting that the other party would push him or hug him.
Gu Zhuoyan put his arms around him, his neck was hot, and Zhuang Fan exhaled close to him.
All drunk and sober.
There are two small lounges in the bar, which are messy and cramped. The waiters occasionally sleep. After the end of the night, Gu Zhuoyan went to rest inside with Zhuang Fanxin in his arms.
There was a window above the bed, the lamp was broken, and a little orange light came in from the street lamp outside. Gu Zhuoyan bent down and put Zhuang Fan's heart down, and each other's faces were illuminated by the light.
Zhuang Fan's heart hooked on Gu Zhuoyan's neck, he didn't let go, he just pretended to be confused and was drunk.
Suddenly, he jumped up when he was unprepared, and his thin lips touched Gu Zhuoyan's brow bone.
"Missed..." Zhuang Fan frowned. Seeing that Gu Zhuoyan didn't move, he raised his head and touched Gu Zhuoyan's cheek again. For the third time, he pouted and touched Gu Zhuoyan's chin.
Gu Zhuoyan suppressed his emotions: "No chance."
Zhuang Fan's heart was listening, he clenched his arms and forced Gu Zhuoyan to press down, raised his head, and pecked Gu Zhuoyan's lips lightly, he slumped on the pillow and panted, "... I've kissed."
He smiled triumphantly, his eyes dripping with tears: "I finally kissed you."
Well…
Gu Zhuoyan leaned over to block Zhuang Fanxin's lips, so fierce, sucking and licking the two lips, grinding, biting, and gnawing with his teeth, like a wolf who saw a meat star, he would never let go, he would chew it up. Swallow it, nothing remains.
He pushed open Zhuang Fanxin's white teeth, poked in, and tickled and stirred, so that Zhuang Fan's heart trembled under him. The arm wrapped around his neck and shoulders was too soft to hang, it fell, and he grabbed it and pressed it on top of Zhuang Fanxin's head.
With the faint smell of alcohol, he was about to eat Zhuang Fan's heart.