Gu Zhuoyan drove out of GSG, glanced at his watch, it was nine forty-five, and it should be too late to drive fast. Glancing at the co-pilot again, Zhuang Fanxin devoured the unfinished hamburger, looking really hungry.
I have time to cook fish fillet porridge, but no time to eat dinner, Gu Zhuoyan thought, and his heart tickled for a while. Taking a second glance, he couldn't help but move his hand, poking at Zhuang Fan's bulging face.
"Hmm." Zhuang Fan muttered, "Will you accompany me to the airport without delaying work?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "It's a holiday." Originally, after signing the contract, he was going to the club for fencing, but now he rushed to the airport to pick up Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu, "I haven't seen each other for so many years, do your parents still recognize me?"
Zhuang Fanxin smiled awkwardly: "What do you mean, didn't your mother recognize me at a glance?"
That's right, Gu Zhuoyan chuckled while holding the steering wheel, his left elbow resting on the car door, his palm resting on his forehead relaxedly, soaring to the high speed, the straight road is very easy to run, and there are ten minutes left when he arrives at the airport.
The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve, the passenger flow at the airport is at its peak, and there are people who hula la. The area around the airport was crowded. Zhuang Fan couldn't find a breakthrough outside the crowd. Gu Zhuoyan grabbed him and moved to the front row floor by floor.
It's more crowded than the subway to get off work, but Zhuang Fan's heart is knowing, grabbing Gu Zhuoyan's coat and not letting go, as a pole. Gu Zhuoyan said unhappily, "Stand yourself up, don't grab my clothes."
Zhuang Fanxin got closer: "What if you crushed me?"
"I fell and got up." Gu Zhuoyan couldn't break free, and he couldn't speak loudly in the crowd, so he lowered his voice, "When your parents come out and see you shoving me in my arms, I want you to be shameless."
Zhuang Fan sneered to himself, this man is really good enough. In the morning, he deliberately rubbed his hand in the elevator and stared at him, ignoring his face at all. Now he knows that he is ashamed and angry.
"Hey?" Gu Zhuoyan stomped him, "Are those your parents?"
Zhuang Fanxin looked at the exit, Zhuang Xianyang dragged his suitcase out, Zhao Jianqiu was holding him, and the two also looked here. "Dad!" He waved vigorously, "Mom! I'm here!"
Gu Zhuoyan licked his lips, took his hand out of his pocket, pinched the front of his shirt and pulled it straight, inexplicably, his heart beat faster, and then he remembered that the last time he and Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu met was when he went to the airport to send Zhuang Fanxin off... Zhuang Where the heart kissed him.
Shit, what a shame.
Breaking away from the crowd, Zhuang Fan rushed over, opened his arms and rushed in front of Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu, and the family of three hugged tightly. Three or two steps away, Gu Zhuoyan was standing there, a tall man of 1.88 meters. It was hard not to be noticed. Zhao Jianqiu found him first and said in surprise, "Is it... Xiao Gu?"
Hearing the sound, Zhuang Xianyang raised his head: "Really..." He pushed his own son away and was very surprised, "It's really Xiao Gu, he has grown so big and tall!"
Gu Zhuoyan greeted him, with a hint of shyness in his politeness: "Uncle and aunt, it's me, how are you all?"
Zhuang Xianyang said, "Everything is fine, we are all fine." He glanced at Zhuang Fanxin, not sure, "Xiao Gu, did you come to pick up someone by chance, or did you come with Fanxin?"
Gu Zhuoyan stretched out his hand and pulled the suitcase: "I'll accompany Fanxin to pick you up, the car is outside." Dealing with many high-ranking officials and tycoons, when I was a child, I faced a room full of diplomats, and now I am facing my first love. His parents, but he was nervous, "There are too many people here, let's talk on the way."
The four of them stepped out of the terminal and went on the road. Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu sat in the back and waited for a while and couldn't help but ask, "Fan Xin, how did you and Xiao Gu meet?"
Zhuang Fanxin said: "There is fate, so we met."
Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu looked at each other. They knew that Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin had been in love, but they didn't understand the current situation. After all, there was ten years between them. Without answering, Zhao Jianqiu cared about other things: "Xiao Gu is more handsome than when he was a boy, what kind of job is he doing now?"
Gu Zhuoyan smiled and replied, "Sell the house and help at home."
He does not hide his inheritance of his parents' career, nor does he state his level of qualifications. He has a kind of simple modesty. Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu undoubtedly appreciate this attitude, and they both understand that Gu Zhuoyan was calm when he was young and frivolous, but now that he has grown into a handsome man, he will only be better.
"That's right." Gu Zhuoyan asked Zhuang Fanxin, "Have you booked a hotel for your uncle and aunt?"
Zhuang Fanxin said: "No, I plan to live at home."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Live at home? You only have one bedroom, will it be a bit crowded?"
Once these words were spoken, it showed that Gu Zhuoyan was familiar with Zhuang Fanxin's residence, and Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu looked at each other again, showing hesitation. Gu Zhuoyan noticed it alertly, and was also a little flustered: "What, he doesn't know anything here, I helped him find a house."
"Is that so..." Zhuang Xianyang couldn't help feeling embarrassed while being grateful, "Thank you Xiao Gu, he actually bothered you..."
Gu Zhuoyan said hurriedly: "Uncle is too polite for small things."
He looked in the rearview mirror, and only then did he realize that Zhuang Xianyang was more vicissitudes than before. It is said that wrinkles are irreversible. Zhuang Xianyang's mental state is good, but the formed tail lines and silky white hair cannot be ignored. Zhao Jianqiu is better, but the years are not forgiving, and it is not comparable to the past.
Back at the Boyuan Apartment, Gu Zhuoyan came to Wenju last time when Zhuang Fanxin moved in not long ago. When he came back today, several rooms felt more like home. "Dad, Mom," Zhuang Fanxin greeted, "I've cleaned up the bedroom, you can go up and have a look."
Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu went upstairs to visit and asked, "Then where do you sleep?"
Zhuang Fan thought to himself, "I'm sleeping in the living room. The sofa I bought is very comfortable." Seeing his parents go upstairs, he immediately turned around and rushed at Gu Zhuoyan. Can not do it."
Gu Zhuoyan was tired: "Your parents are up there, stay honest."
"But we're down there." Zhuang Fanxin went over again, took out his slippers and put them down, "Change your shoes, take off your coat and I'll hang it up for you."
Gu Zhuoyan didn't plan to stay. At this time, Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu came down from the second floor. He said, "Uncle and auntie, I work in a hotel. If I can't live at home, I'll help you book a room."
Zhuang Xianyang said, "It's fine, we haven't seen Fanxin for several months. It's convenient to live with him and cook for him at home." It happened to be noon, "What would you like to eat for lunch?"
Upon seeing this, Gu Zhuoyan was about to leave, but Zhuang Fan was unwilling to let him go. Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu also invited him to stay for dinner. Gu Zhuoyan had to change his shoes and undress, make a pot of tea, and chat with the two elders in the living room.
Zhuang Fanxin was much more skilled than last time. The ingredients were bought, the fish and beef were marinated last night, and the vegetables were handled in an orderly manner. When Zhao Jianqiu came into the kitchen, the mother was always worried and asked, "Do you usually cook by yourself?"
"Occasionally." Zhuang Fanxin replied, "brunch is eaten at the company, and dinner is also eaten at the company if you work overtime."
Zhao Jianqiu said distressedly: "Do you often work overtime? If you lose weight, can your body handle it?"
"Not often, just occasionally." Zhuang Fanxin peeled off two bamboo shoots, "How is grandma?"
The old lady has lived in the United States for decades, and her friends are there, and she can't stand the long-distance flight. Zhao Jianqiu said, "Grandma went to Aunt Xiulan's house for the New Year's Eve, and remember to make a video with her on New Year's Eve." Seeing the three soup pots on the cooking table, "Isn't one enough to make soup for myself?"
Zhuang Fan said in his heart, "It's for Zhuoyan."
His confession was so direct that Zhao Jianqiu was dumbfounded, and he felt shy after cutting the bamboo shoots. He kicked him out of the kitchen: "The Portuguese wind in the work room has been wilted recently. Mom, help me to see..."
Zhao Jianqiu didn't want to ask blindly, so he went upstairs. In the living room, Gu Zhuoyan poured tea for Zhuang Xianyang and was still chatting. He mentioned that he went to Rongcheng on a business trip not long ago, which brought back many memories at once.
Zhuang Xianyang asked with concern, "How has Uncle Xue been these years?"
"Grandpa is very good." Gu Zhuoyan said, "When I got older, my mother brought him back to live, and he lived with my grandfather."
After drinking a sip of tea, his lips and tongue were slightly bitter, Gu Zhuoyan glanced at the kitchen door, and then asked like a small talk: "Uncle, I heard Fanxin say that you are running a gallery in the United States."
Zhuang Xianyang nodded: "Yes, I hold exhibitions occasionally, and I also have time to paint."
"I still remember your paintings. I don't know art, so I think they are very good-looking." Gu Zhuoyan praised, and naturally and inadvertently became suspicious, "At that time... Fanxin seemed to say that there was a jewelry company in his family, and he didn't do it. ?"
He turned his face sideways, and could distinguish Zhuang Xianyang's expression. The other party lowered his brows, with a sense of stability different from that of an artist. He quickly smiled to cover up his composure: "I'm really not good at business as a painter. Don't do it."
Gu Zhuoyan blurted out and asked, "So Fanxin doesn't study jewelry design anymore?"
Zhuang Xianyang let out a dull "ah", not like an answer, like a means of delaying when organizing an answer, three long seconds passed before he said, "It might have some influence, but Fan Xin was young at that time, and there was no set number, so it was inevitable that he would change one's mind."
The remaining half pot of tea lost its temperature. Zhuang Xianyang got up and went upstairs to see the oil paintings hanging on the walls of the workshop. Gu Zhuoyan didn't say anything. dodge.
There was only himself in the living room, and he sat empty for a long time. There was a rustling of oily smoke from the kitchen. He mixed in in the past, and he seemed to be asking Zhuang Fanxin to admit his mistake.
Zhuang Fan stared intently at the fish in the pot, but he didn't hear it, but asked enthusiastically, "Is it fragrant?"
Gu Zhuoyan kicked the door, walked into the narrow cooking table, got close, and sniffed at the ends of Zhuang Fanxin's hair, not knowing whether it was referring to a fish or a person: "Fragrant."
When one side was fried, Zhuang Fanxin turned to the other side, the oil blossoms burst open and smoked, he pretended to be a frightened animal, a rabbit or a deer, and hid in the arms of Gu Zhuoyan, a lion or a wolf with a big tail. . Gu Zhuoyan saw through his tricks, but he hugged him without revealing it, and even touched his back with nostalgia.
Zhuang Fan felt something in his heart: "What's wrong?" He walked out, "Where's my dad, you guys..."
Gu Zhuoyan blocked the road with his body: "Uncle went upstairs to look at the painting." He twisted Zhuang Fanxin back, "Looking around while the fire was on, be careful that it got burnt."
Zhuang Fan's heart didn't move any more, he fried it and turned off the fire, took a piece of golden fish maw and blew it and fed it to Gu Zhuoyan. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. .
The phone vibrated, he took it out and saw the caller ID "Lu Wen".
Gu Zhuoyan connected: "Hello?" He walked through the living room and walked to the bright little balcony, "Did the weight loss go well, how much did you lose?"
"Three kilograms lost, and two and a half kilograms rebounded." Lu Wen said, "I'm going to participate in an event this afternoon, and I'm staying in the hotel now, Pei Zhi, do you know? Zhuang Fanxin's friend."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I know."
"He's here today." Lu Wen said, "The first brother of our company asked him to do some styling. I met him in the corridor just now."
Gu Zhuoyan admired the pot of endless summer by the window, thinking that he missed two sentences, otherwise he didn't quite understand: "What are you trying to say?"
Lu Wendao: "Aren't you and Zhuang Fan rekindling your old love? I chatted with Pei Zhi and couldn't help but ask him what the virtues of Zhuang Fanxin's grandson who empathized with him back then..."
Gu Zhuoyan said in annoyance, "Why the hell are you so warmhearted?"
"Listen to me first!" Lu Wen was a little anxious. "After I asked, Pei Zhi was very confused... It seemed that he didn't know about it at all."
Suddenly, Gu Zhuoyan clenched the phone tightly: "What do you mean?"
Lu Wen replied, "Pei Zhi said that apart from you, he has never heard Zhuang Fanxin mention any boyfriends in the past ten years."