In the advanced ward, Zhuang Fanxin was lying on the bed, and the twilight cast in, dyeing the potion in the infusion bag orange. He fell asleep, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, dripping down his temples.
He woke up once during an examination in the emergency room, squinted his eyes loosely, and closed them tightly in a blink of an eye. He suffered from syncope caused by excessive fatigue and sudden stimulation. His blood pressure and blood sugar were very low, accompanied by strong palpitations.
Beside the bed, Gu Zhuoyan stared at that face, haggard and pale, as if it would shatter into powder with a slight touch. He wiped Zhuang Fanxin's sweat with a tissue, but it couldn't be wiped clean, only the dry paper balls were soaked.
The door was pushed open, and Lu Wen came from the convention and exhibition center. Before taking off his makeup, he walked gently to the bed. Gu Zhuoyan asked, "How is the situation in the show?"
Lu Wen replied: "The chaos has turned into a pot of porridge."
It happened so suddenly, the stars were afraid of getting involved, so they all left immediately. The models were waiting for the curtain call with the designer, but they were all blocked in the backstage to discuss. Two silhouette endorsers asked to terminate the contract on the spot, and The group of reporters digging for interviews...
"Pei Zhi is the boss and is dealing with it." Lu Wendao, "He said he would come over immediately when he was done."
After listening, Gu Zhuoyan got up: "Help me watch him, I'll go make a phone call."
He walked to the corridor outside the ward, called Lao Xu, the PR person in charge of GSG, and instructed the other party to communicate with the silhouette and deal with the current trouble together.
When the person in charge returned to him, President Xue had already instructed.
Gu Zhuoyan looked at the lounge opposite, Xue Manzi walked out holding the phone, confronted him, and said, "I contacted Lao Xu, things on the Internet will cool down as soon as possible, keep silent first, clarify or admit it until Xiao Zhuang wakes up. "
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Those won't be true."
"If, I mean if." Xue Manzi was calm and objective, and had already thought about any possibility, "Humble words, if those are true, no matter how much you love him, you have to break up with him, he is not worthy."
Gu Zhuoyan was extremely confident: "There is no such if."
Xue Manzi finished speaking: "Okay, if Xiaozhuang is wronged, no matter how much manpower and financial resources are consumed, he must be given an innocence."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I know."
Xue Manzi asked, "Have you informed Xiaozhuang's parents?"
"Not yet." Gu Zhuoyan was worried, Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu were traveling, and they brought an old man with them. If they suddenly told them, they were afraid that something might happen on the road in a panic.
Xue Manzi said: "The news on the Internet can't be concealed, and it is estimated that it will be known soon." She stepped forward and stretched Gu Zhuoyan's suit, "Don't think of your parents too vulnerable, even if you are old, you can still protect you. "
She seldom bowed her head, but sighed at this moment, such a wonderful show, with so much effort, who would have expected it to go to waste at the last moment. After thinking about it, she laughed again and patted Gu Zhuoyan on the shoulder: "Sooner or later, the ups and downs will pass, one day sooner or later, at least now you can accompany him."
Gu Zhuoyan thought: "Thank you mom."
Xue Manzi folded her jacket and prepared to leave, returning to her business-like appearance: "GSG is the sponsoring group with the title, you are responsible for it, if the follow-up is not handled well, you will go back to the company for punishment."
Returning to the ward, Gu Zhuoyan replaced Lu Wen, and the two of them stared at Zhuang Fanxin's face without speaking or fluttering. After a long time, Lu Wen turned his head and cursed impatiently: "Fuck it!"
Gu Zhuoyan took out the apartment key: "Okay, help me get some things home, clothes, towels, toothbrushes, etc."
Lu Wen took it, walked out without talking nonsense, and stopped halfway: "There are a lot of things at the moment, if you need help, just call me." He paused, "Although Pei Zhi is a friend of Fanxin, but the company's business is a mess. He has to bear it, so he probably doesn't have that much energy."
Gu Zhuoyan said: "I know, you go."
Outside the window is the twilight like fire. Looking down, the people and cars between heaven and earth are as small as a grain of sand, and then look at the body on the hospital bed.
The phone kept vibrating, and at home, Gu Baoyan and Xue Maochen took turns calling. In the company, the vice president and the people from the advertising department didn't stop. There were even Lian Yiming and Su Wang after seeing the news, and they were even far away in Rongcheng. Qi Nan…
It was completely dark, and after pulling the needle, Gu Zhuoyan held Zhuang Fanxin's hand and warmed the cold skin little by little. The doctor said that Zhuang Fanxin had fallen asleep, he was too tired, and he felt repulsion and fear of being awake.
Pei Zhi is here, and he has been messing around since the incident. He rushed to the bed and looked at Zhuang Fanxin's sleeping state, and dared not ask loudly, "What did the doctor say?"
Gu Zhuoyan handed a glass of water: "Three days of fluid infusion, he needs to rest."
Pei Zhi hesitated: "Sudden syncope is because of today's event... Right?" He was afraid that Gu Zhuoyan would not understand, so he explained, "Isn't it because of a relapse of an old disease?"
Gu Zhuoyan frowned immediately: "What do you mean?"
Pei Zhi replied: "Fan Xin broke off contact with me for a year or two, and later told me that I was ill, but I don't know what the disease was. Did the doctor mention it during the examination today?"
There was a momentary blank in Gu Zhuoyan's mind: "During that time, was it a year or two after the accident?"
"...Yes." Pei Zhi pulled a heart, "I hope he just doesn't want to face his friends, not really sick."
Just as he was talking, Lu Wen came back with a luggage bag, and when Pei Zhi was there, he waved his hand a little silly. This situation was originally gloomy and gloomy, but Pei Zhi smiled bitterly and scolded, "You are really unlucky enough."
"I'm alright." Lu Wen said, "By the way, there are several reporters at the door of the hospital."
Pei Zhi said: "I know, follow me all the way."
The scene of Zhuang Fanxin being surrounded and questioning flashed back in front of his eyes. Frame by frame, Gu Zhuoyan became more and more quiet. He explained: "Pei Zhi, let's talk about business first. Fanxin signed a guarantee before the ready-to-wear show. I will help him be responsible for the loss caused to the silhouette, and you can give the company an explanation."
Pei Zhi immediately retorted: "It doesn't matter, I can help him."
"No, you can't help him." Gu Zhuoyan said, "This matter has already become a big deal, don't use your friends to help him, you are completely official to him, and then you can deal with others ruthlessly and impartially. ."
It was self-evident who "others" meant, and Pei knew it.
Gu Zhuoyan said: "I heard that Jiang Hui is Cheng Jiama's boyfriend, I will check him and Cheng Jiama." He informed him honestly, and said in a gentleman's manner, "I don't know Cheng Jiashu, but if you want to get caught If you are in trouble in the middle, I apologize to you."
Pei Zhi said simply, "I'm not sorry, just speak up if you need help."
After the official business was over for the time being, Gu Zhuoyan did have a request: "It won't take long to hide this matter. Uncle Zhuang and the others should be the first to contact you when they know about it. They said that I will take care of Fanxin. Please don't be too anxious on the way."
After everything was arranged properly, Lu Wen listened: "Hey, what should I do?"
It was getting late, Gu Zhuoyan said, "Send Pei Zhi back, it's not a problem to get rid of those reporters, right?"
This was a piece of cake, Lu Wen and Pei Zhi left. The room was quiet, and Gu Zhuoyan talked to the doctor. He didn't know Zhuang Fanxin's medical history over the years, and hoped to do a detailed physical examination tomorrow.
At night, Gu Zhuoyan climbed into bed after taking a bath, and used his steaming body to warm Zhuang Fan's heart. His hands and feet were as cold as ice.
He couldn't imagine, nor dared to imagine, how these painting hands could intentionally hurt people
What kind of despair was Zhuang Fanxin experiencing behind the phone call back then
The body in his arms trembled slightly, Zhuang Fan was sweating too much, and begging for water in confusion, Gu Zhuoyan took a sip, lowered his head and pressed his lips into it.
"What more?" he asked.
Zhuang Fan's heart seemed to be in a dream, and he recited Gu Zhuoyan's name intermittently.
Gu Zhuoyan responded to every sentence, lifted Zhuang Fanxin's black hair, and rubbed the end of each other's eyes. "I..." Zhuang Fanxin closed his eyelids, his voice was like a mosquito, "I... I'm not good."
"What?" Gu Zhuoyan coaxed him, "You are not bad."
Zhuang Fan murmured: "I... can't wait... you."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I'm here, and I'll be by your side."
"Can't wait..." Zhuang Fanxin's consciousness was completely confused, not in the present, but back in the United States many years ago, "I... think..."
Gu Zhuoyan's heart was beating wildly. He guessed that what Zhuang Fanxin said was a fragment that happened in the past, and he probed hoarsely: "Fanxin, what are you going to say?"
He shrouded this body and listened intently. Under the amber light, Zhuang Fan's heart trembled and his lips were quivering.
Suddenly, Gu Zhuoyan heard it clearly.
What Zhuang Fan said in his heart was that I wanted to die.
Gu Zhuoyan's heart was pierced, and he froze on the bed. After a long while, he hugged Zhuang Fanxin tightly again. He stroked Zhuang Fanxin's back, rubbing his palms until it became hot, and Zhuang Fanxin was finally buried in his shoulder. fast asleep.
At about 10:30, the phone vibrated again, and the chain of news was almost full. Pei Zhi, Xue Manzi, Lao Xu from the public relations department... Gu Zhuoyan estimated that something was wrong, and took the phone to the bathroom to respond.
He looked online and saw that Lao Xu's movements were fast and skillful, and Jiang Hui's long article had been withdrawn as a hot topic.
Just an hour ago, an unfamiliar account posted a surveillance video. There were two men in the picture, Zhuang Fanxin was facing the camera, and the person facing away could not see clearly, but he knew it was himself.
It was one night of overtime work. Gu Zhuoyan went to the silhouette to find Zhuang Fanxin. In the proofing room, he tried on the shirt and took the initiative to kiss Zhuang Fanxin. The video was changed, first kissing, then the scene of him undressing, and then it was broken.
Everyone understands that this hint is full of foul language, gay, intimacy, and has attracted huge attention in a short period of time. Strike while the iron is hot, that account posted a second video half an hour later, which was very short. It was Zhuang Fanxin's monitoring of Xiang Jianghui's hands in the conference room.
The two videos quickly fermented, respectively, with hot news. If Jiang Hui's long article only caused a sensation in the fashion and design industries, this "male and male passion" video completely occupied the public's attention.
It's not over yet, a netizen jumped out and broke the news. It is said to be the person in charge of a garment factory in Fujian, claiming that Zhuang Fanxin broke the contract and suffered huge losses.
Gu Zhuoyan immediately instructed Lao Xu to leave it alone. At this time, the pressure became more and more chaotic.
Lao Xu asked, "Then let the speech swell?"
Gu Zhuoyan said: "Now go check these accounts, as well as all the media reporters in today's show, and the promoters on the Internet, all of them must be checked. All contents are backed up and kept on file, and submitted directly to the Legal Department for sorting."
After explaining Lao Xu, he called Pei Zhi and asked the other party to check with the person in the silhouette monitoring room as soon as possible.
Gu Zhuoyan has never been so calm. He can only rebound when he hits the bottom. If he can't control the expansion, he will wait for the moment when it bursts. Ten years have passed, and he is not afraid of the twists and turns of the past two days.
He returned to the bed and hugged Zhuang Fan's body, which was shrunk into a ball, so at ease with each other.
It rained in the middle of the night, and it was still dark at eight o'clock. After washing up, Gu Zhuoyan sat on the sofa and read the documents. Zhou Qiang sent it in the morning, while watching while waiting for Zhuang Fanxin to wake up.
The nurse knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Gu, a Mr. Zhuang came to visit and said it was the patient's father."
Gu Zhuoyan put down the folder, got up and went out. In the registration area, he saw Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu. The two were dragging their suitcases, apparently coming directly from the airport.
"Uncle, auntie." Gu Zhuoyan was full of guilt, "I didn't take good care of Fanxin."
Zhuang Xianyang said, "Thank you for being with me." He patted Gu Zhuoyan's arm gratefully, "Fanxin is in the ward? Let's see him first."
Gu Zhuoyan led Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu back to the ward and couldn't help asking, "What about the Internet..."
Zhao Jianqiu replied, "We have all seen it."
Last night, Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu were still in Nanjing. After learning the news, they booked the first flight to fly back. When Pei Zhi picked up Professor Pei, he told them the hospital address and rushed over.
The two parents stood by the bedside, their eyes full of concern, Zhao Jianqiu's eyes were red with distress.
Gu Zhuoyan couldn't bear to be disturbed, grabbed the suitcase, and said actively, "Uncle and auntie, stay with him, I'll go home to pack some things for him, and put the luggage down by the way."
Zhuang Xianyang replied: "Okay, okay, please take a trip."
Gu Zhuoyan left the hospital, and the matter has come to this point. If you ask Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu, you will know the situation back then, but he is timid and can face the current troubles calmly, but he is a little afraid of the truth of the past.
After driving to the apartment, everything at home was as usual. Zhuang Fanxin's coat was still missing on the sofa. Gu Zhuoyan carried the suitcase upstairs, placed it by the wall, and went into the bathroom to get the toiletries.
Gathering a small bag, he went back to the bedroom to get his clothes, opened the closet, sweaters, sweatpants, and underwear, and put them all on. He squatted down and pulled out the storage box in the corner of the cabinet. The first layer was socks, and he took three pairs.
The second layer was the tie. Gu Zhuoyan pulled the bottom layer away, and there were a few scarves stuffed in it. He flipped it over and a small bottle rolled inside was thrown out and rolled at his feet.
Gu Zhuoyan picked it up and saw that it was a bottle of pills.
"How to put it in the closet." He muttered, picked up a bag and walked out, taking out his mobile phone.
Before reaching the stairs, Gu Zhuoyan paused and found out that it was a bottle of antidepressant.
Pei Zhi said... Zhuang Fan's heart is ill.
The car slid across the asphalt road. Gu Zhuoyan didn't realize that he was speeding. When he returned to the hospital, he rushed into the ward. The bed was empty.
The nurse saw him and said, "Mr. Gu, the patient is awake, and his mother is with him for the examination."
Gu Zhuoyan took a deep breath, turned around and walked out, wandering the corridor unceremoniously, and unknowingly walked to the door of the doctor's office, there was someone talking, it was Zhuang Xianyang.
The door was ajar, and he stopped outside, holding the bottle of medicine all the time.
"So his medical records are not in the country?" the doctor asked.
Zhuang Xianyang said: "Yes, we have been abroad."
The doctor asked: "Does the patient usually take any medicine?"
"Sometimes work is troublesome, and he suffers from insomnia." Zhuang Xianyang replied, "I take short-acting sleeping pills."
The doctor said: "The patient's past medical history also needs to be detailed by you."
Zhuang Xianyang said, "He... suffered from depression eight or nine years ago."
"... So," the doctor was a little surprised, "Has there been any systematic treatment?"
"Yes, treated."
"How long has it been treated?"
Zhuang Xianyang choked slightly: "One thousand and twenty-three days."
The doctor paused for a moment in relief before continuing to ask, "Did any excesses happen?"
"Yes, he... committed suicide twice."
Outside the door, Gu Zhuoyan was numb all over, and Zhuang Xianyang's answers came out one after another: "The first time was in the summer of nine years ago, in the early morning of August 3rd, that time I almost didn't get back..."
Gu Zhuoyan couldn't hear the latter words. He suffered from depression for three years and committed suicide. Nine years ago, on August 3rd, it was the afternoon when Zhuang Fanxin called. He turned around blankly and staggered down the corridor.
On the other side, Zhuang Fanxin came back from the inspection and saw Gu Zhuoyan, he was stunned, not knowing how to face each other after everything was exposed. But Gu Zhuoyan had already walked towards him, his expression was serious, even heavy, which made him feel inexplicably flustered.
Zhuang Fan lowered his eyes and glanced at the medicine bottle in Gu Zhuoyan's palm. He seemed to be suddenly scalded: "No—"
He was eager to deny, but found the denial in vain: "I, no, not what you think."
"Listen to my explanation." Zhuang Fanxin was so frightened that he was incoherent, so earnest that he was about to cry, "I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm just, just prepared..."
"I was afraid that I would feel sick, so I just took one tablet. I'm not sick anymore... I'm really not sick anymore..."
Suddenly, he was hugged tightly.
In his ears, Gu Zhuoyan choked in a low voice.