Jiang Hui had just arrived, and he invited all the colleagues in the design department to have dinner at noon, with Cheng Jiama as his company. Pei Zhi made an appointment to meet with the general distributor in North China, but he did not support his new colleagues.
Zhuang Fan didn't even bother, he made an excuse and left to work alone in the workshop after everyone left. He beaded a dress, all by hand, so focused that he didn't hear a knock on the door. Wen Lin came in with a few bags: "Director, let's eat first."
Zhuang Fan didn't look up: "Why don't you go to dinner?"
"I won't go if you don't go." Wen Lin sat next to him and took out the lunch box, "I agreed to treat you, come on."
Zhuang Fan snorted: "It's quite righteous." He twisted a single thread to embroider beads the size of a grain of millet, counted the number, and looked a little dazzled after a long time.
Wen Lin sighed: "This skirt takes time and effort. It's a ready-to-wear, it's just a high definition."
He has been following Zhuang Fanxin for a while, always observing each other, paying attention to everything from his appearance to his behavior. Early in the morning, he found out that Zhuang Fanxin's work efficiency is very high, but this show is tight and heavy, and he was still frightened by Zhuang Fanxin's various designs and craftsmanship.
After finishing the last bead, Zhuang Fanxin picked a needle and pulled a flower. He said, "I competed in London before, and I did a lot of preparation before the competition. Chinese classical elements are an option, with the foundation at that time, so It's time for this time."
Wen Lin asked, "Why didn't you choose this element at the time?"
"The preparation at that time was not enough." Zhuang Fanxin put on the skirt, "Inspiration is like emotion, it is uncontrollable. When inspiration is lacking, don't attack hard, stop in time, and try to seize inspiration when it comes."
Wen Lin took it down seriously and handed him the chopsticks: "Director, you teach me more, and the apprentice and the master have a bright face, right?"
Zhuang Fan smiled and didn't eat much. He gently moved the rice grains with the tip of a chopstick. Suddenly, he said, "Xiao Wen, although you are squeamish, you have tenacity and potential. The most important thing is that you have a good personality and character."
"Oh," Wen Lin showed a row of teeth, "a lot of people praise me like that!"
Zhuang Fan didn't pour cold water in his heart, but followed Wen Lin's words: "So it's not just me who discovered your strengths, but if you work hard, others will recognize your abilities."
"Well, I see." Wen Lin realized something, "Director, when you say other people, what do you mean?"
Zhuang Fan replied: "You follow me when you enter the company and get close to me, but in the future, you will help President Pei to do more things and put his thoughts first, understand?"
Wen Lin nodded as if he didn't understand, and understood what Zhuang Fan's heart meant, but was confused why the other party suddenly explained this.
In the afternoon, Zhuang Fanxin stayed in the office all the time, never went out, and was busy for several hours with high concentration. The quality inspector below reports that the shoes designed for Xiuzhan have been produced and the quality control is qualified. He took a deep breath, went to the next item, and made an appointment with the makeup team to meet.
Five minutes left before get off work, Zhuang Fanxin grabbed his mobile phone to kill, clicked on the circle of friends, the first photo was a group photo of Zhao Jianqiufa's husband and wife, and the background was Three Lanes and Seven Alleys. He gave a thumbs up, swiped down, and saw a photo posted by Gu Zhuoyan in the afternoon. The photo was of a fat and strong horse.
Zhuang Fanxin returned to the chat list and sent a message to Gu Zhuoyan: "Are you there?"
"You are not soiled." Gu Zhuoyan replied in a second, "Speak directly."
Zhuang Fan asked, "Did you go horseback riding in the afternoon?"
Gu Zhuoyan replied, "After riding for a while, Lian Yiming actually made an appointment with Gu Baoyan. That dead girl gave me a headache."
"Haha." Zhuang Fan replied.
Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Go to work today?"
"Yeah." Zhuang Fanxin smiled and slowly pursed his lips, not knowing what to say after saying this. Gu Zhuoyan quickly sent another message: "It's tiring to ride a horse, and I'm too lazy to cook by myself at night."
Zhuang Fan understood in his heart, and his smile recovered a little bit: "I'm going to find you after get off work to buy some food. What do you want to eat?"
After chatting for a long time, Gu Zhuoyan, the big tailed wolf, can really pretend, and replied: "No, let's buy it together." Before the other party understood, he said lightly, "I'm downstairs, I'll pick you up from get off work. ."
Zhuang Fan couldn't sit still in his heart, even after falling in love, breaking up, and getting back together, he was still pounding his heart at this sudden surprise. When it was time to get off work, he put away his things and got up in a hurry, and was the first to rush out of the elevator.
Silhouette's building is very beautiful. There are many partitions on the north side of the lobby on the first floor, decorated like a gallery, and the representative designs of each season are displayed on the wall. Gu Zhuoyan folded his elbows to visit, and there was a coat that was very familiar, it seemed that Xue Manzi had passed through... He turned around and saw Zhuang Fanxin trotting out of the elevator.
Gu Zhuoyan stood there, and when he was three or five paces away, he said casually, "What does this director look like when he is in a hurry."
Zhuang Fan's heart stopped, panting a little, his eyes sparkling: "Even if I become the chairman, I'll come running when I see you."
Gu Zhuoyan was so coaxed that he couldn't find Bei, so he tried his best to endure it, but he didn't know that the sourness in his eyes was about to overflow. Bag.
Just as he was about to leave, someone called Zhuang Fanxin from behind.
Zhuang Fanxin didn't seem to hear it, and pushed Gu Zhuoyan's arm: "Let's go, where is the car parked?"
Gu Zhuoyan reminded: "A colleague called you."
The footsteps behind him approached, and Zhuang Fanxin had to turn around and saw Jiang Hui walking towards him. With a coat on his arm, his hands clenched into fists, he asked politely and even indifferently, "Call me?"
"Are you free at night?" Jiang Hui said, "You didn't go to the luncheon, I'll invite you only."
Zhuang Fan thought: "Don't be so polite."
Jiang Hui asked again, "How are uncles and aunts?"
"It's all right." Zhuang Fan replied, "I have something to do, so I'll go first."
Jiang Hui couldn't help looking at Gu Zhuoyan who was beside him, looked at him and paused: "Are you a friend?" He took the initiative to say hello, "Hello, I'm Fanxin's new colleague and old classmate, Jiang Hui."
Gu Zhuoyan nodded: "Hello, my surname is Gu."
Like him, he usually doesn't give his name casually. I didn't expect Jiang Hui to laugh, as if he knew him: "Is it Fan Xin's high school classmate? I used to hear Fan Xin mention you a lot. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Only then did Gu Zhuoyan pay attention to the other party's words: "You are... old classmates?"
"Yes, when we studied jewelry design in the United States, we were classmates." Jiang Hui said, "We were still roommates. At that time, there were only two Chinese people in the class, and we were together all day."
Zhuang Fanxin smiled lightly: "Thank you for remembering, I forgot."
He took a step back, made a gesture of going, and at the same time caught a glimpse of Cheng Jiama's graceful figure not far away, and said jokingly, "Quickly accompany your girlfriend, we should go too."
After leaving the company, Gu Zhuoyan drove across the street without making a sound, and tapped his index finger on the steering wheel. Classmates, roommates, all day together, these words hovering in my head, a bit confusing.
The man greeted Zhuang Fanxin's parents, explaining that he had met his elders and had been to his home at that time
Zhuang Fanxin sat in the co-pilot, the scenery outside the window changed, he looked at it, and he looked very relaxed, and it took a long time to realize that the inside of the car was too quiet. "Is there music?" He broke the silence.
Gu Zhuoyan stretched out his hand and poked it, and the singing voice floated out. It was a very mellow male voice. The accompaniment was mixed with a ghostly female voice, singing by himself, but the road became more and more silent.
"Looking from the window, looking at the flying snow in Beijing next to you, it was so heavy that it was still June. After thinking about it, I put it in my heart, and I just wanted to count down the time. After all, the sky is gray and blue..."
Zhuang Fanxin stretched out his hand and stopped: "It's not good to listen to "Same Bed, Different Dreams" just after getting back together."
Gu Zhuoyan was tensed for a while, and then relaxed: "Then what do you want to hear? I can sing."
"Who doesn't want to hear you sing." Zhuang Fanxin grabbed the seat belt and smirked, "Would you like to go to my house at night? In case my parents videotaped me, at least I didn't run around."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Are you ashamed that your parents took the man home as soon as they left?"
Zhuang Fan murmured: "Then the parents can't take it with them if they leave, and they can't sleep."
Gu Zhuoyan was so speechless that he leaned his left elbow on the car door, half covering his face with his palm, and drove all the way in a pretentious manner. After buying good food and returning home, Zhuang Fanxin cooked rice and soup, and Gu Zhuoyan continued to play the last game, adding a warm and bright light to the lights of Wanjia.
Crowding on the sofa to watch TV at night, Gu Zhuoyan lay on his side, resting on Zhuang Fanxin's lap, and recalled: "In my impression, it seems that the two of us are watching TV together for the first time."
"...Really." Zhuang Fan lowered his head, "We used to talk about topics and do homework." He pinched his short hair and tugged, "After writing, we have to take out a set of dense volumes, learn to learn, you will know how to learn. "
Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Aren't you studying?" He lay back flat and looked up at Zhuang Fanxin, "It's relatively easy to study with you, and when you and Su Wang were in Cambridge, you lived like a competition every day, are you studying abroad? Isn't it time to study?"
Zhuang Fan said, "Learn, I still paint."
Gu Zhuoyan then asked, "The classmate I met today, the surname is Jiang, who of the two of you has good grades?"
After leaving the silhouette until now, I finally couldn't help but mention it. Zhuang Fan lowered his eyes and replied calmly, "There are a lot of courses, I can't remember clearly."
Gu Zhuoyan's focus had nothing to do with grades at all, and asked, "Are you and that person really roommates?"
Zhuang Fan responded, "Yeah."
Gu Zhuoyan sat up suddenly: "Together all day?"
"Fuck together, I'll study clothing design later." Zhuang Fanxin got up and wanted to run, "I'm annoying that person to death. Who wouldn't want to be his roommate if he didn't wash his feet for a few days."
Gu Zhuoyan rushed back and grabbed Zhuang Fanxin on his lap: "What are you running for? Guilty?"
"I have kidney deficiency." Zhuang Fan squinted his face.
"He has been to your house and met your parents?" Gu Zhuoyan asked.
"Have seen—"
Before the end of the tone, Gu Zhuoyan broke Zhuang Fanxin's face: "Answer me directly, you and that person are nothing, right?"
Zhuang Fanxin stared, "No!"
Gu Zhuoyan looked at him seriously, and reprimanded in a low voice: "What are you calling? You lied to me and changed your mind. I doubted that you didn't. I finally admitted it. I believed it. Today, an old classmate popped up again."
Zhuang Fanxin raised his hand and grabbed Gu Zhuoyan's shoulder: "Who knew he would come out... It's not all that Cheng Jiama..." He forgot about this, and immediately said, "That person is a straight man and has a woman. friend."
Gu Zhuoyan was finally satisfied, clenched his waist and bent his legs, hugged Zhuang Fanxin upstairs, stepped on it step by step, Zhuang Fanxin firmly wrapped around him, and rubbed his forehead against his temples.
"I'm sorry." Zhuang Fan said softly.
Gu Zhuoyan knew that Zhuang Fan was apologizing for the old things he had always kept. He didn't ask questions in his heart.
Walking into the bedroom, the room where my parents lived was extraordinarily tidy, and Munchic was placed between two pillows. Gu Zhuoyan was lying down, Zhuang Fanxin straddled him, pinching his shoulders and beating his back.
"Are you comfortable, sir?"
"It's okay." Gu Zhuoyan remembered something, "Have you heard the song I sent to you by Lu Wen?"
Zhuang Fanxin said: "Listen." He commented euphemistically, "I don't think the tone is very similar to him... It sounds weird."
Gu Zhuoyan smiled and said, "It's not just the sound quality, even the sound quality is a total loss." He suddenly turned over and hugged Zhuang Fanxin, who had fallen, "That year he went to Rongcheng to find me, let's go to Xiamen to play, and return from Xiamen. It was written on the train in Rongcheng, and he found it on the computer two days ago."
Zhuang Fanxin was lying on his chest: "No wonder it's called "Incapacity"."
"This song is not rumored, especially not for Pei Zhi to hear." Gu Zhuoyan said, "Lu Wen said that he originally created it from Pei Zhi's perspective. You and I are a couple, and Pei Zhi has a crush on him as a friend. You, the romance of three gays..."
Zhuang Fan was heartbroken: "Damn it!"
Gu Zhuoyan said: "He also warned Pei Zhi at that time that he could only be friends with you, but now his target is a popular star, he is eighteen, and every time he sees each other, he feels uncomfortable."
Zhuang Fan laughed wildly, and he liked to listen to everything Gu Zhuoyan said. He used to talk about mathematics and physics, but now he talks about small embarrassing things. After listening to Lu Wen, it was not enough. He curiously said: "Tell me about Su Wang, he Who is better than you?"
"It's about the same." Gu Zhuoyan was competitive and gave himself money silently, "But his character can't compare to me. He is so shrewd and ruthless.
Zhuang Fan listened with interest, and he was very supportive. He rushed up and said: "No one can compare with you. I have surveyed China, the United States, and the United Kingdom, and there is no better man than you."
Gu Zhuoyan accepted the sugar-coated cannonball. He vaguely remembered that when he flipped through Zhuang Fanxin's circle of friends, there was not a single photo of him with his friends or colleagues. "What about you?" he asked. "What's the unforgettable thing you have with your friends all these years outside?"
Zhuang Fanxin turned his face away and rested his side on Gu Zhuoyan's chest. He didn't answer directly, "I want to hear from you."
He closed his eyes, Gu Zhuoyan's strong heartbeat beside his ears, Zhuang Fan's heart seemed to be soaked in hot water, his pores were dilated, and his hands and feet were warm.
They slept next to a pillow.
Black night, long and quiet.
Gu Zhuoyan's abdomen rose and fell slightly, his breathing was steady, and the arm around Zhuang Fanxin gradually relaxed in sleep. At three o'clock in the morning, Zhuang Fanxin opened his eyes, quietly left the bed, and went to the next workshop lightly.
He turned on a lamp, leaned on the table, and folded his arms to block the lower half of his face. For five minutes, ten minutes, an hour, two hours, he stared at the void, letting every second tick away. .
Zhuang Fanxin didn't sleep at all, couldn't sleep at all.
The calmness after being called out in the company lobby, the ease with the corners of his mouth raised in the carriage, and the resentment-like response to Gu Zhuoyan's questioning... He was exhausted and even more frightened.
Every inch of the sky was white, and Zhuang Fan's eyes were red, as if he had spent many nights in the past.
The alarm clock rang, and Gu Zhuoyan woke up and was empty. He didn't have the habit of staying in bed, so he got up and went downstairs. At the dining table, Zhuang Fanxin's apron has not been taken off, and he is holding a plate of freshly fried poached eggs: "Wake up, coffee or soy milk?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Coffee. What time do you get up?"
"Half an hour earlier." Zhuang Fan smiled, "Did you sleep well?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "It's good."
He yawned, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and glanced after the operation. He didn't say anything. He talked a lot before going to bed last night, and woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, which happened to be three o'clock when Zhuang Fanxin left him.