Gu Zhuoyan nestled on the leather sofa, with long legs bent, his eyes open and motionless, Gu Pingfang called him three times, and the fourth time he smashed two walnuts, he finally raised his head.
"What are you doing, old man." A lazy tone.
"What are you thinking about, eldest grandson?" Gu Pingfang ordered, "Hand over my glasses."
Gu Zhuoyan handed over the glasses on the corner table, and didn't move again. He only held the two walnuts and started to plate. On the opposite side, Gu Shibo played chess with Gu Pingfang, Xue Manzi was talking on the phone in the side hall, and Xue Maochen took Bond to the small room. garden. In recent years, the New Year's Eve is similar, the family is reunited, and the happiness is full of boredom.
A shadowy figure swayed behind him, sitting on the armrest, Gu Baoyan said, "Brother, I wish you New Year's greetings. Do you want to take cash or scan the code for the red envelope?"
Gu Zhuoyan spent money to buy clean, opened WeChat and sent a red envelope with the words "stay away from me". Gu Baoyan punched him on the shoulder: "Two hundred? GSG is going bankrupt?"
With a click, Gu Zhuoyan crushed the walnuts and stuffed it into Gu Baoyan's palm: "Make up for the brain."
Gu Baoyan glanced at the chat list. The first one was Zhuang Fanxin. She asked cleverly, "You just looked at your phone and lost your mind. What's the matter, you quarreled with Brother Zhuang?"
Gu Zhuoyan picked up his mobile phone: "Don't ask about men, get up." He pushed his sister out of Erli with one arm, but no one paid any attention to him. He closed his eyes on the sofa and fell asleep.
With thoughts in mind, he slept lightly and could hear the sounds around him, but he was reluctant to wake up, pretending to be dead until noon, Xue Maochen's big hand pinched the back of his neck, and then he woke up in pain.
"Grandpa." Gu Zhuoyan said with a hoarse voice.
Xue Maochen said: "Listen to your mother, Xiaozhuang has returned to China to develop, and you are communicating?"
"Yeah." Gu Zhuoyan replied, "Don't ask me for details. It's a long story. If you really want to know, I'll make a document and send it to your mailbox another day."
Xue Maochen said with a smile: "Fuck you, ask Xiaozhuang out another day, I still miss that child." After speaking, he sighed and patted Gu Zhuoyan's back shoulder, "Okay, wash your hands and eat."
The family gathered in Gu Pingfang's villa, had delicious food and wine, and had a reunion dinner before the night. Gu Zhuoyan's mobile phone screen flickered non-stop, it was just for New Year's greetings. He looked at one and deleted one, always keeping Zhuang Fan's heart at the top.
With that said, I have always loved you.
At dusk, Gu Zhuoyan was standing on the small platform on the third floor, sandwiched between the smoke, the deep golden red sunset was in the distance, and the misty smoke lingered in front of him. With a swipe, Zhuang Fanxin posted a group photo five seconds ago. The five people appeared to be the balcony of Pei Zhi's house, and the setting sun was also in the background.
There are three generations of old, middle-aged and young people engaged in art in a room. There are men and women. Zhuang Fanxin is standing on the edge, grinning, like the most obedient one in the family.
Gu Zhuoyan stared at it for a long time, and his fingers were burned by the cigarette butt, and he didn't recover until the afterglow disappeared, and he finally commented a very boring sentence: "Have you eaten dumplings?"
Zhuang Fanxin replied quickly: "Tasted two, quick-frozen."
Gu Zhuoyan laughed and asked, "Still at Pei Zhi's house?"
"Well." Zhuang Fan replied, "We don't want to watch the party, so we decided to watch the New Year's film together after dinner."
Without further chatting, Gu Zhuoyan stood on the platform. After sunset, there was only cold wind. Gu Baoyan called him downstairs for the New Year's Eve dinner. "
The lights in the movie theater went out, and Zhuang Fan saw Gu Zhuoyan's message when he was muted. After thinking for a moment, he didn't reply. The surroundings were all gloomy, including his eyes. He was anxious and upset, afraid that Gu Zhuoyan would ask him out to meet, and that the other party would question him if he had lied.
Pei Zhi pushed him aside and asked quietly, "Don't you like the smell of caramel?"
He was referring to popcorn, and Zhuang Fan gave a vague "um", stuffed the bucket, and then stared at the screen with empty hands. What is shown is a comedy movie with no connotation, which is better than lively and is suitable for the whole family to watch together during the Chinese New Year. There was a ridiculous plot somewhere, and the hall was full of laughter. Zhuang Fan stared blankly, and stepped on the canvas shoes and scratched back and forth on the carpet under his feet.
He was a little sleepy, leaning against the back of the chair and gradually narrowing his eyes.
The phone vibrated in my pocket for a while, then went silent.
Gu Zhuoyan brushed off his short hair. He knew he was watching a movie, but he beat him, blaming himself for being sick. Xue Maochen called him in the restaurant: "Humble words, why do you have so many things, come quickly!"
Gu Zhuoyan went over, plus his six people, full of food, gathered around the round table to play Monopoly. He grabbed a handful of the principal, handed the dice to the oldest Gu Pingfang, and said, "It's better to watch the Spring Festival Gala."
Gu Pingfang rolled the dice: "As long as you have a lot of things to do, you don't pay attention to eating. Why, who are you thinking about?"
"I miss my grandmother." Gu Zhuoyan said nonsense, choking the old man so hard, and watching the game all the way, "Gu Baoyan, you are in prison."
Gu Baoyan cheated: "It's a big New Year, don't talk nonsense!"
Continuing, Gu Zhuoyan walked step by step, and got a piece of land: "Don't buy it, auction it." After bidding time, he took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, but Zhuang Fanxin hadn't spoken to him yet.
He angered his family: "Play with real money."
Xue Maochen committed an occupational disease as a lawyer and said foolishly: "If you gather a crowd to gamble, according to..."
"I'm going bankrupt to accompany you to travel, and you can decide the place." Gu Zhuoyan blocked his grandfather again in one sentence, collected the rent money, and thought of a bargaining chip, "My RV, put it on."
Gu Shibo asked keenly: "Did Baoyan bumped you, do you want to replace it with a new one?"
Gu Baoyan threw a good number: "I'm out of prison! I want an RV!"
Everyone is a little aggressive, and when Gu Zhuoyan added more money, Gu Shibo made a big splash. In a small apartment in the southern district, Xue Maochen produced a Middle East art collection, and Gu Pingfang followed an antique vase.
Gu Baoyan acted coquettishly at the moment: "Brother, lend me some chips."
"No," Gu Zhuoyan said, "you'll be bankrupt immediately."
Xue Manzi didn't say anything, she made a fortune in a muffled voice, and took care of her father and husband without saying a word. There were only three people left on the table. Gu Pingfang took a sip of tea and hesitated about the next step. Gu Zhuoyan always took time to look at his phone, and Zhuang Naoxin remained silent.
In the past few minutes, the old man was out, and Gu Zhuoyan said, "Mom, you haven't added your chips yet."
"I don't know what to bet." Xue Manzi whispered in front of her elders, "Either I win or you win, what do you want?"
Gu Zhuoyan seemed to be waiting for this sentence: "There is a box on the dressing table in the bedroom on the third floor..." It was quite similar, "I don't know what I want, just let it be."
Xue Manzi said: "The jewelry I just bought will be worn for New Year's greetings tomorrow morning."
"You have so many jewelry, whichever you wear is beautiful." Gu Zhuoyan swept around others, "I just want a gadget that I want, and I don't want someone else's."
Everyone coaxed Xue Manzi to agree, Xue Manzi had to agree, but it happened to be delayed to the time limit, and it was considered an asset, Gu Zhuoyan was slightly better.
It was getting late, and the old man couldn't stay up too late, so everyone said "good night" to each other. When the others returned to their rooms to rest, Gu Zhuoyan took his coat and went out, wearing the stars and the moon, and galloping all the way in the empty block.
Not long after Zhuang Fanxin got home, he came down from the second floor after taking a shower, leaving only a small floor lamp, lying on the sofa, and watching the Milan Fashion Show with his tablet under the covers.
After watching it in the early hours of the morning, when he reached out to turn off the light, the phone buzzed beside the pillow. It was Gu Zhuoyan. When it was connected, Gu Zhuoyan asked inside, "Come out?" It caught people off guard.
Zhuang Fan pretended to say, "...I've already slept."
Gu Zhuoyan said: "Turn off the lights, don't waste electricity."
Zhuang Fan was stunned for a few seconds, then pulled his slippers and ran to the small balcony to look down. Under the dim light, Gu Zhuoyan stood against the car door, not knowing how long he had been there.
He hung up the phone and rushed out, clutching the phone key, the jingle rang, and as soon as the elevator opened on the first floor, he rushed out and ran outside the whole building against the cold wind.
Gu Zhuoyan stood on his own, did not smoke, and put his hands in his coat pockets, looking a little lonely.
Zhuang Fanxin stepped down the steps, the silk pajamas on his body kept shaking, and it was as cold as ice and snow. Walking to Gu Zhuoyan, before speaking, Gu Zhuoyan took off his coat and wrapped him, dragged him close, and hugged him tightly.
"If you don't answer the phone, don't answer the message, are you chasing me or am I chasing you?"
Gu Zhuoyan asked the teacher to ask the guilt, and asked so ambiguous: "Did I urge you to come down? Why don't you just go barefoot when you dress like this?"
Zhuang Fan had no confidence at all, poked at him with a guilty conscience, and was scolded in a panic. Gu Zhuoyan's eyes flashed back some clips, the classroom, showing off tattoos and being caught by the teacher, so weak and pitiful standing on the seat... At this moment, Zhuang Fan's heart is timid and flustered, just like when he was seventeen.
Gu Zhuoyan tightened his arms: "Are you going back?"
He didn't mean to let go, he just came to pick up people.
Zhuang Fan's heart was almost frozen, he used the last trace of sobriety to distinguish Gu Zhuoyan's deep meaning, shook his head, and said obediently and nervously, "I won't go back."
"Where are you going then?" Gu Zhuoyan asked.
Zhuang Fanxin replied, "You take me in."
Gu Zhuoyan opened the car door and stuffed Zhuang Fan's heart into it. When he fastened his seat belt, he slapped his cold cheek, leaving a crimson mark.
Zhuang Fanxin was like a kidnapped hostage, so he didn't dare to move, for fear of angering the kidnappers and going back to him.
After galloping back to the apartment, he stepped on his slippers and walked away, being pulled by his sleeves. After getting out of the elevator, he froze and didn't move. After turning on the light, he realized that he had entered the entrance.
With his feet lightened, Gu Zhuoyan hugged him horizontally.
Zhuang Fan wrapped his heart around Gu Zhuoyan's neck and held on to the other person's collar tightly. Gu Zhuoyan hugged him upside down and suddenly asked, "Your boyfriend lied to me, right?"
Zhuang Fanxin turned his face away and said vaguely, "No..."
"Is that true?" Gu Zhuoyan deliberately followed Zhuang Fanxin's words and walked towards the bedroom, "Is it a classmate with you? Maybe still a roommate?"
He felt Zhuang Fan's heart froze, and continued: "Get along under the same roof, love for a long time? Is he chasing you?"
Zhuang Fan buried his head in his heart, his whole body tense, and his slippers slipped off the back of his feet. Stepping into the bedroom, without turning on the light, Gu Zhuoyan asked him in the dark, "After we get together, do you sleep in separate beds or get a quilt?"
"...No, no!" Zhuang Fan shook his head quickly, "No..."
Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Has he ever fucked you?"
The light from the window poured in, faintly, Zhuang Fan's heart lay on Gu Zhuoyan's shoulder, panting violently, the moon-white silk pajamas looked like a waving galaxy.
With a thud, they fell on the bed.