Gu Zhuoyan was standing on the small balcony and did not move for a while. The sun shone in and made him sweat. After a long time, Zhuang Fanxin came from behind and called him, saying that the lunch was ready.
He turned around, turned his back to the light, and nodded with his red face. Zhuang Fanxin's eyes strayed from him, his eyes were rounded, and he was full of surprise and complaining: "Why are you picking my flowers!"
Gu Zhuoyan was roared back, turned his head and saw that the floor was covered with leaves, and the pot of Endless Summer was almost turned into a bald scoop. With leaf green on his fingertips, he clenched his fist like a pupil who did something wrong: "I'm sorry, I don't know either."
With the rare obedient appearance, Zhuang Fanxin was frightened for a while, and he couldn't help but reflect on whether he was being too rude: "Uh, it doesn't matter." He stepped forward, took Gu Zhuoyan's arm, and said nonsense, "Actually, the leaves should be trimmed. Come on, let's wash our hands and eat."
Just after he finished speaking, Gu Zhuoyan's arm was pulled from his hand, and his elbow was drawn to his wrist. When he was at a loss, Gu Zhuoyan held his palm. It's more like a grip, so tight that the lines on the palm of the hand fit together in one place.
That little bit of leaf green rubs against each other, green, wet and sticky, sandwiched between the palms, as if the secrets have been hidden in the shade for many years, and there is no way to see them or know them.
Gu Zhuoyan swallowed a mouthful of emptiness: "You..."
"Ah." Zhuang Fan said in a small voice, he was pinched so painfully, the back of his fair hand was wrapped around Gu Zhuoyan's five fingers, squeezing out a pink mark. He was confused for a moment, and thought about it with his mind, which accounted for 80% of courtship, and thought he understood. He glanced at the stairs first, and then quickly kissed Gu Zhuoyan on the face after confirming that there was no one.
"Okay?" He discussed, "If you're not afraid that my parents will see it, I'll do it again..."
At this time, footsteps came from the second floor, Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu showed up, Zhuang Fanxin turned to block the hand they were holding, and said with regret, "Enough is enough, let's eat first."
Gu Zhuoyan's restrained emotions suddenly dissipated, he let go of his hands and rubbed his face, he smiled, helpless but contented, snorted on the back of Zhuang Fanxin's head, and cursed "silly thing".
For the first time, the four-seater table was full, and it felt like home. Two meat and two vegetarian dishes, a roast duck packaged by an old brand, a neat piece without chopsticks, and a piece of fried fish missing a piece of meat was particularly eye-catching.
Zhuang Fanxin said, "Mom and Dad, try the roast duck, the skin is still crispy."
Gu Zhuoyan drank the soup calmly, chatted and laughed with the elders, praised the delicious food, and put all his doubts back into his heart. I glanced to one side and saw Zhuang Fanxin roll the dough cake awkwardly, without thinking about it, grabbed the familiar and rolled it, and remembered to remove the shredded green onion that the other party was taboo.
Zhao Jianqiu couldn't see it: "Xiao Gu, don't worry about him, eat more."
Gu Zhuoyan hurriedly grabbed his food: "I'm eating, uncle and auntie, you should eat more too." Afraid that his parents would think too much, he changed the subject, "There are quite a lot of scenic spots here, take advantage of this trip to come back and have a good time, Stay a while longer."
Zhuang Xianyang said: "We also have this intention. We haven't come back for many years, and everything is fresh."
The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve. The Zhuang family and the Pei family spend it together. One is to get together with old friends, and the other is to keep the grandparents and grandchildren from being alone. Zhuang Fan's lips were greasy, and he couldn't hide his joy: "Professor Pei said, if you want to go back to Rongcheng, add her."
Zhao Jianqiu said, "It's more lively with more people. Would you like to accompany us?"
Zhuang Fan replied: "I can't do it, I don't have time." He held the roast duck and said this, which was not very convincing, so he touched Gu Zhuoyan with his elbow, "I will hold a ready-to-wear exhibition after the year, and Zhuoyan is the sponsor. , I have to compensate for the delay in business."
Zhuang Xianyang asked curiously, "Do you also have contact at work?"
Gu Zhuoyan said with a smile: "I used his relationship to sponsor and promote the project."
Zhuang Fan stared at the rim of the bowl with his eyes down, pursed his lips, and suddenly said, "On the surface, he borrowed my relationship, but I'm actually more selfish."
His parents looked at him together, and he raised his eyes to greet him: "You can only be reliable if you have contact at work. If he doesn't want to talk to me in private, I can still find him at work." It seemed like a joke, but his tone was serious.
The past is pure, but Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin fell in love when they were young, and that love was engraved on their hearts. Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu had to think more, staring at them in a daze.
Gu Zhuoyan's body was slightly stiff. He didn't know whether to put the bamboo shoots in his mouth or put them in a bowl. He was about to get confused, but Zhuang Fanxin said one step ahead of him: "Dad, Mom, I still like him."
The table was silent for a moment, even holding his breath, the bamboo shoots fell on the rice, and Gu Zhuoyan shouted in his heart, "Fuck, let no one eat." He quickly glanced at Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu, and then gave Zhuang Fanxin a quick and ruthless kick under the table.
Zhuang Fan felt a pain in his heart, and said with a frown, "I want to get back with him."
Gu Zhuoyan couldn't hold back and wanted to stop it, but he couldn't say a coherent sentence. On the opposite side, Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu were not without mistakes, but they seemed to be expected, and their faces were indescribably wonderful.
Zhuang Fan sat upright: "Dad, Mom, I kissed him at the airport ten years ago, you all know my sexual orientation, and you also know that I have a good time with him, so I don't want to hide it, take this opportunity, I I'll tell you officially."
Zhao Jianqiu hesitantly said: "But... you two have been separated for ten years."
"So I cherish every moment now." Zhuang Fanxin said, "I won't be able to catch up in those ten years. In the next ten years, twenty years, and the second half of my life, I must firmly grasp it."
He turned his head to look at Gu Zhuoyan: "since you gave me another chance, I have been chasing you and approaching you, but I know that I make you feel insecure. Today my parents are here, and I declare to them with a high profile, My heart for you has not changed, I want to be reconciled with you, in my humble words, I will no longer retreat cowardly, please believe me."
Gu Zhuoyan gritted his teeth, and out of the corner of his eye, Zhuang Fan stared at him eagerly, as if he had never left, his hand was hanging on his lap, Zhuang Fanxin grabbed him, and some wet fingers drilled into his fingers.
Ten fingers clasped, in front of each other's parents.
"Well..." Zhuang Xianyang said, embarrassed on behalf of his son, "You... how to develop, you can decide for yourself, and your mother and I will not interfere."
Zhao Jianqiu took a short pause: "That's right... We don't care."
Zhuang Fan was elated: "Thank you Dad, thank you Mom." Seeing that Gu Zhuoyan was silent, he leaned over and swept his breath into the other's ear, "Thank you too."
Gu Zhuoyan's ears were covered with a thin layer of red, as if they were ashamed, and they were hot.
Deeper down, his heart that has been floating and unsettled has been fulfilled inch by inch, and he will no longer be in a trance occasionally, asking back and forth, is Zhuang Fan's heart really back? Not waking up in the middle of the night, staring blankly at the darkness, she dug out Zhuang Fanxin's number to convince herself that this was not a dream.
He sighed heavily, as if relieved, and then clasped the back of Zhuang Fanxin's hand.
Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu looked at them, both distressed and guilty. "The dishes are getting cold, eat them quickly." Zhuang Xianyang served Gu Zhuoyan with vegetables, "Xiao Gu, Fanxin has many problems, you don't have to accommodate him, otherwise he will have to make an inch."
The redness behind Gu Zhuoyan's ears hasn't faded, and his smile is a little embarrassed: "Then I, take care of him for you?"
"Okay, you look at it." Zhuang Xianyang smiled and turned to look at Zhuang Fanxin, "I don't know how you chase others, but you have to be careful, you can't just care about yourself, but the other person's feelings, understand? "
Zhuang Fan's heart stopped for a few seconds, his eyebrows twitched: "...how do you know he's not happy?" Feeling unhealthy, he lowered his voice, "He doesn't know how cool it is."
Gu Zhuoyan almost dropped the bowl, turned his head and clenched his teeth: "Good luck!"
The meal was quite exciting. After the meal, Zhao Jianqiu went to save the endless summer. Zhuang Xianyang went upstairs to pack his suitcases. In the cramped kitchen, the door was locked, the fumes dissipated, but the residual temperature continued to rise.
The faucet was open, the dishes in the pool were washed with clean water, making a rustling sound, Zhuang Fanxin leaned back against the edge of the pool, raised his neck, pressed against Gu Zhuoyan's chest and kissed, his lips and tongue murmured, the sound of water in this world. Cover the sound of water.
Zhuang Fan's heart was released when he was deprived of oxygen again, sweating and soaking wet, leaning on Gu Zhuoyan's chest and panting emotionally, he put his arms around Gu Zhuoyan's waist, like a little beggar who got a big baby, and he was reluctant to let go.
Gu Zhuoyan rubbed his spine: "Can you still wash the dishes?"
Zhuang Fanxin had no choice but to turn over, stretched his shoulder blades, and rubbed back with nostalgia. He began to nonsense: "There is a very famous movie, one of the most unforgettable scenes, the heroine washes the dishes in front, and the hero hugs her from behind. ."
Gu Zhuoyan didn't even need to move, he was next to each other, and he wrapped his arms and grabbed Zhuang Fanxin's waist: "Is it like this?"
"Yeah." Zhuang Fanxin washed a plate, "The hero hugs her and slowly strokes her hand..." Gu Zhuoyan's palm stretched out, wrapped around his left and right, drenched with water, and stroked his hand. finger.
"Then what?" Gu Zhuoyan asked.
Zhuang Fanxin pressed his hands together, as if tied, and answered intermittently, "touch her wrist... and then forearm, back and forth, back and forth..."
Gu Zhuoyan's chest was pressed against his back, hot, those hands were rubbing his wrists, water, dish soap, slickly intertwined to the forearms, he turned back trembling, his lips and teeth slightly parted, unselfishly. Probe a little bit of your tongue.
Zhuang Fan prayed: "He kissed her."
Gu Zhuoyan lowered his head, but didn't touch Zhuang Fanxin's thin lips, he took a mouthful of earlobe, spat it out, and nibbled heavily on the thin neck along the base of his ear, Zhuang Fanxin trembled in his arms, meowing like a cat, his hands clasped together Supported stubbornly by the edge of the pool.
He grabbed his waist and dismantled it and said, "Liar."
Zhuang Fanxin suddenly widened his eyes, his pupils flickered, he turned his head uneasily, Gu Zhuoyan stared at him for ten seconds, Huo Ran chuckled: "What kind of dishwashing, it's obviously pottery in the movie."
Zhuang Fan suddenly relaxed: "How do you know..."
"I've watched 'The Ghost's End'."
Zhuang Fan couldn't believe it: "Don't you hate watching movies the most, why would you watch them?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "There is a person who likes to watch, and I practiced to accompany him." At that moment, he saw Zhuang Fanxin's eyes turn red, "Just like I like fencing, someone quietly learned to accompany me. "
They spent half an hour in the kitchen. After they came out, Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu watched the scenery on the balcony, pretending that only ten minutes had passed.
Gu Zhuoyan, a person who loves face so much, is too embarrassed, grabs his coat and says goodbye: "Uncle and aunt, you should rest early because of the jet lag, I won't disturb you."
Seeing that he had changed his shoes, Zhao Jianqiu hurriedly said, "Fan Xin, send Xiao Gu."
After opening the door, Zhuang Fanxin sent Gu Zhuoyan to the elevator and wanted to follow him, but Gu Zhuoyan refused: "It's cold outside, let's go back." But his eyes were entangled and he didn't move away, fixed on Zhuang Fanxin's face.
"What's wrong?" Zhuang Fan asked.
Gu Zhuoyan was silent for a floor: "Don't lie to me in the future."
Zhuang Fan was slightly startled, and then he reacted: "Don't dare, you have seen so many movies."
The chicken and the duck were talking, but Gu Zhuoyan made a mistake: "You lied to me before, when will you admit it yourself?" When the elevator arrived, he rubbed Zhuang Fan's heart into his arms. "Damn, I owe you in my last life."
Gu Zhuoyan got into the elevator and left.
Zhuang Fan stood outside, puzzled and apprehensive. He returned to the house and inserted the key several times before opening the door. Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu were sitting on the sofa waiting for him. As soon as they entered the door, they couldn't wait to ask, "How are your days?"
Zhuang Fan said, "I'm fine, really."
"Where's your body?" Zhuang Xianyang asked, "...Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Zhuang Fan replied: "No, don't worry."
Zhao Jianqiu said, "You want to reconcile with Xiao Gu, then... those things... "
"It's all over." Zhuang Fan thought, "There's no need to let him know about the past. It's not a good thing. Besides, he would only be sad when I mentioned it before. In the future, I just want to make him happy."
Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu didn't say more, and they didn't want to mention it, so they chatted for a while.
Early on New Year's Eve, a family of three came to Pei's house with gifts and snacks. Before the door opened, Professor Pei's happy voice came out first, calling Xiaozhuang to come to see her.
Pei Zhi opened the door with a happy face: "Uncle and aunt! Happy Chinese New Year!"
Zhuang Fan's heart jumped in the back: "Where's my idol, grandma, I'm here to give you New Year's greetings!"
After entering the door, it took a long time just to hug. Professor Pei held Zhuang Xianyang in his arms and said, "We were all in the Academy of Fine Arts before, and I always called Xiaozhuang." Looking at Zhuang Fanxin, "your father is here, you can only be a child. small village."
Pei Zhixiao twitched: "Then I'm Xiao Pei, I have to call my uncle."
Zhuang Fanxin followed Xia Le, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and ate it, like his own home, got a red envelope, he turned into Pei Zhi's room, and took out a memory card from his pocket, which contained the design of Xiuzhan.
"Damn it." Pei Zhi said annoyed, "You don't have to fight so hard for the new year, you can be the boss."
Zhuang Fanxin said: "It's rare for you to rest, please help me take a look and give me some advice."
The two were lying on the bed, facing the computer screen. Professor Pei's cat was lying on the pillow. Zhuang Fan said, "This one was worn by Lu Wen, how about it?"
Pei Zhi gave a thumbs up: "It's really hard work, I don't know what unspoken rules he has with you."
Zhuang Fan pursed his lips: "You people in the entertainment industry are really impure."
"Consider the material of this button, and choose something that has some weight." Pei Zhi said, "By the way, you said Lu Wen, I remembered, I met him at an event two days ago."
Zhuang Fan said with concern: "What event, Lu Wen won't go to the Spring Festival Gala?"
"Are you crazy? I'm more likely to perform painting at the Spring Festival Gala than he is." After Pei Zhi finished speaking, his tone became hesitant, "He asked me, what kind of empathy did you fall in love with back then? grandson…”
Wow, the sunflower seeds fell off the bed, and Zhuang Fan was stunned with the sunflower seeds in his heart.
Pei Zhi recounted the conversation that day, looked at Zhuang Fan's stiffened expression, and asked suspiciously, "What does he mean? I couldn't contact you for two years. Later, you only said that you were sick and recuperating, and you never said any boyfriend. ?"
Zhuang Fan replied with a stumbling heart: "That...you don't need to worry about him." He scratched his hair anxiously, "Look at the design, continue to look at the design..."
In the past few seconds, he got up from the bed: "I'm going to the bathroom."
Zhuang Fanxin hid in the bathroom, locked the door, and leaned against the washbasin to spread hysteria. He was a little flustered. Recalling what Gu Zhuoyan said outside the elevator that day, his chest tingled with panic.
He took out his mobile phone and deleted, edited, and revised it a dozen times. He didn't know what to say, didn't dare to ask, and typed naively on the keyboard. After struggling for nearly a quarter of an hour, he carefully sent a message to Gu Zhuoyan: "Happy New Year."
Afraid that Gu Zhuoyan would reply, and also that Gu Zhuoyan would not reply, he added an explanation: "It's not a mass post."
Two minutes later, Gu Zhuoyan replied, "Happy New Year."
Zhuang Fan couldn't help editing, as if eager to please, but also as if to hide his inner unease, he sent the other party the most clichéd three words - "I love you."
The next sentence, Zhuang Fan shuddered and confessed: "I have always loved you."