Walking to the ward from the end, Gu Zhuoyan held Zhuang Fanxin's hand tightly. The temperature of the hand was low and sweating.
There were doctors and nurses passing by in the corridor, peeking at them, Zhuang Fanxin knew that he was notorious, so he shrank his shoulders and pulled back. Gu Zhuoyan understood what he was thinking and said, "I don't care."
He doesn't care about other people's eyes and comments, he just wants to hold Zhuang Fanxin in his hands, and he will be at ease when he grasps it. Zhuang Fan's heart was abruptly at peace, and with a little fear left, the fingertips hooked on the back of Gu Zhuoyan's hand loosened and closed.
Back in the ward, the quilt on the bed was messy and unfolded, Gu Zhuoyan said, "Let's lie down for a while, do you want to sleep?"
Zhuang Fanxin climbed onto the bed, with his back against the head of the bed, his eyes fixed on the bottle of pills. "I won't sleep." He whispered, and raised his face, looking at Gu Zhuoyan's humble attitude, like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced.
Gu Zhuoyan felt a pain in his heart, put the bottle of medicine on the bedside table, and said, "This is not your evidence, don't be afraid."
"But I lied to you." Zhuang Fan frowned.
Gu Zhuoyan stroked his eyebrows: "Don't lie to me in the future, just tell me, okay?"
Zhuang Fan nodded his head, as if he couldn't believe it, and then defended himself upside down: "I'm really healed, I'm not sick anymore, it will take several years, and it will take several years to recover before I dare to go back to China... Otherwise, I won't pester you."
This sentence stabbed Gu Zhuoyan deeply, and he almost choked again: "Zhuang Fanxin, I will accompany you to treat you until you are healed. If you are well, I will accompany you to continue to heal."
Between them, there is no longer the option of "separation".
Gu Zhuoyan wiped his face, sat closer, and raised his arms to gather Zhuang Fan's heart: "Have all the scheduled inspections been done? Where's Auntie?"
"The examination was done on an empty stomach. My mother went to the restaurant to buy something to eat." Zhuang Fan's heart gradually became uneasy, "I asked her to buy a steamed cowboy bone, you like it."
Gu Zhuoyan smiled helplessly: "Auntie came back by plane, how hard it is, you still bother her to buy me something, aren't you cheating on me?"
At the mention of this, Zhuang Fan was shocked: "Your mother... does she hate me to death?"
Gu Zhuoyan didn't know what to say. After the intimacy video was exposed, others couldn't recognize him. Xue Manzi recognized him. She called him early in the morning and scolded him, saying that he was dizzy, and now Zhuang Fanxin was pushed even more. to the cusp. After scolding, Xue Manzi carried her bag and went to work on behalf of the general manager of GSG, letting him concentrate on dealing with this trouble.
Gu Zhuoyan opened the bag: "I brought my clothes, took a bath and eaten something. I haven't lost the liquid today."
Zhuang Fan obediently went to take a bath, and after a while, Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu came back together with a smile. After Zhuang Fanxin finished taking a bath, everyone gathered and ate with their own thoughts.
Everyone's parents were present, but Gu Zhuoyan recklessly occupied the edge of the bed, stirred the white porridge, and scooped a spoonful and fed it to Zhuang Fanxin's mouth. Zhao Jianqiu said, "Xiao Gu, it won't happen."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "This time, I want to take good care of him."
During his absence, Zhuang Fanxin suffered alone for three years. He wanted to make up for it, but Zhuang Fanxin didn't understand the meaning of his words.
After eating, the nurse came to infuse, Gu Zhuoyan finally vacated his position by the bed, he retreated to the end of the bed, and walked towards Zhuang Xianyang calmly.
Zhuang Fanxin stretched out his arms, but his eyes kept chasing Gu Zhuoyan, as if he was an insecure child. Gu Zhuoyan was already standing beside Zhuang Xianyang and said, "Uncle, let's go have a cup of tea?"
"Don't move." The nurse reminded.
Zhuang Fan's heart loosened his grip on the sheet and put it back, his eyes were full of anxiety, he knew that Gu Zhuoyan was going to ask about those things in the past.
The lounge opposite was very spacious with a single sofa. Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Xianyang were sitting by the window. The sky was high and the road was far away. They could see a new group of reporters at the door of the hospital.
Gu Zhuoyan was the first to admit: "Uncle, I have heard what you and the doctor said."
Zhuang Xianyang looked at him in astonishment, only for a second, his straight back arched down, so sullen: "It's impossible to hide things from this situation."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I'm afraid that Fanxin will have mood swings, so I can only ask you." He has endured for too long, has been impatient and timid, and now he is ready for everything, "Uncle, tell me the whole truth."
Zhuang Xianyang slowly leaned back and leaned against the back of the chair, like an old man reminiscing about the past.
In the half year that they first went to the United States, Zhuang Fanxin went to the studio to practice in addition to accompanying his grandfather. It was also in the studio that he met Jiang Hui.
Gu Zhuoyan couldn't help but mention the name: "Have you known each other so long ago?"
Zhuang Xianyang said "um", because they are both Chinese, Zhuang Fanxin and Jiang Hui quickly became friends, and more coincidentally, Jiang Hui also intends to study jewelry design, but considering that the reputation and threshold of another institution are lower. 's school. After learning about it, Zhuang Fanxin always encouraged Jiang Hui to practice with him, and even brought Jiang Hui to Zhuang Xianyang for counseling.
Gu Zhuoyan didn't want to interrupt: "It was Fanxin who helped him..."
Later, Jiang Hui and Zhuang Fanxin reluctantly entered the same school, and they were the only two Chinese who majored in jewelry design, sharing the same dormitory. At that time, less than a year after the ACC game, Zhuang Fanxin was well-known on campus, but he didn't socialize with other people very much. He was only close to Jiang Hui, and he always took classes, eats, and painted together.
Gu Zhuoyan was a little surprised, Zhuang Fanxin's personality was warm and sincere, and he was the most friendly and popular. Zhuang Xianyang gave a wry smile, and explained it clearly in a short sentence: "He misses you very much."
After breaking up, Zhuang Fanxin was depressed for half a year. He wanted Gu Zhuoyan very much. When he was alone, he always painted Gu Zhuoyan's appearance and drew hundreds of pictures.
He also longed for friends to talk to, so Jiang Hui, whom he knew in advance, took on this role. He talked about Jiang Hui everything, about his grandfather's body, domestic affairs, and Gu Zhuoyan's feelings. He talked to each other about everything. chat.
No wonder, Gu Zhuoyan remembered the first time he saw Jiang Hui, the other party knew his surname Gu, showing an air of acquaintance.
The relationship between Zhuang Fanxin and Jiang Hui is getting better and better, or it is Zhuang Fanxin who regards Jiang Hui as a very good friend.
Because Jiang Hui was studying abroad alone, Zhuang Fanxin took good care of him and often took him to his home. Jiang Hui often asked Zhuang Fanxin about schoolwork problems, and Zhuang Fanxin always helped him without reservation.
The more he knew about that relationship, the more sullen Gu Zhuoyan became. He couldn't wait to ask, "...What's the matter with plagiarism?"
Zhuang Xianyang turned his face away and looked at the high sky outside the window: "That is the grievance that Fanxin has endured to this day."
Jiang Hui once saw a draft of Zhuang Fanxin's design and thought it was very beautiful. Zhuang Fanxin said that he just drew it casually. Jiang Hui was very interested and kept asking, so that Zhuang Fanxin told the whole design idea and the meaning behind it. he.
Towards the end of the freshman year, Jiang Hui mentioned it again by chance one day, suggesting that Zhuang Fanxin complete that work as the final design. Speaking of which, Zhuang Xianyang turned his eyes back to Gu Zhuoyan: "At that time, the college entrance examination in China was about to begin."
Gu Zhuoyan was a little inexplicable, and didn't understand why the other party suddenly added this.
Zhuang Fanxin decided to complete the work. He painted with all his heart and found materials, as if he had done it before. Just half a month before the end of the term, the professional owner learned that Jiang Hui secretly participated in the design competition and won the championship, and the work was the design of Zhuang Fanxin.
Jiang Hui took the draft that he saw at the beginning, followed Zhuang Fanxin's design ideas, and then took it to the competition in his own name two months ago. Apart from the different materials, his design is very similar to the design Zhuang Fanxin will complete, and it is a plagiarism that can be seen by the naked eye.
From that moment, Zhuang Fanxin was nailed to the pillar of shame as a plagiarist.
Bang, Gu Zhuoyan punched the armrest of the sofa with a blood vessel protruding from his arm: "There's no way to prove it?!"
Zhuang Xianyang said: "His mother and I stopped all work, and accompanied Fanxin to find the school and the organizer of the design competition. We tried all the methods we could think of... Because of this incident, Fanxin's grandfather suffered a heart attack and was hospitalized again. We can only focus on caring for the elderly.”
Zhuang Fan's heart was no longer at peace. He was shocked and angry. He questioned Jiang Hui, but Jiang Hui said that it was the result of his own design. He was running around alone, pleading tirelessly, but there was nowhere to trust him or help him.
From initial sketches to step-by-step design revisions, Jiang Hui's evidence is abundant. Except for the unfinished works, Zhuang Fanxin has no evidence, and it is this slow design that beat him from the creator to the plagiarist.
At the end of that term, Zhuang Fanxin was disqualified from the examination, and what was waiting for him was a notice from the school that he was expelled.
Zhuang Fan couldn't argue, but he still didn't give up. He went to the school every day to open his eyes and ran outside. During that time, he was skinny and skinny, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
Jiang Hui won an award for that design, and sold the work to a famous art gallery at a high price. On the day of the ceremony, Zhuang Fan rushed to smash the thing to pieces.
Gu Zhuoyan heard the clue: "He..." He wanted to ask if Zhuang Fanxin's mood had changed since then.
Zhuang Xianyang understood what he meant: "Fan Xin was under tremendous stimulation, that stimulation tortured him all the time, he became easily excited, and when he said that he wanted to get back the design with red eyes, it was like he was going to risk his life."
The design was stolen, he was framed, and he was expelled from the school. Those days were like purgatory, and Zhuang Fan was trapped in it and struggling desperately. Obviously exhausted, but running around day after day, hiding in the room helplessly wanting to cry, and finally turning into hysterical laughter.
Once squeamish and timid, there is only embarrassment and madness left.
Zhuang Fanxin was forced to lose his mind. He didn't want to seek justice. It didn't matter. He just wanted to ask Jiang Hui to take back his design. That thing belonged to him.
"My child, I've never seen him like that, so stubborn, so stubborn, he wants to kill people and set fire to them." Zhuang Xianyang clasped the handrail tightly, "later, he attacked Jiang Hui."
Gu Zhuoyan's heart skipped a beat: "Is he injured?"
Zhuang Xianyang shook his head: "He went to Jiang Hui with a utility knife in his hand, like a desperado who was cornered. If someone else didn't happen to pass by, he might have lost the rest of his life."
Zhuang Fanxin scratched Jiang Hui and was taken away by the police on the charge of intentional injury. Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu made arrangements everywhere and went to the door in person to apologize and compensate, and asked Jiang to answer that the prosecution should be "opened up" to withdraw the prosecution. At that time, Zhuang Fanxin had been diagnosed with depressive disorder, and he was young, so it took a lot of effort to keep a record of it.
Gu Zhuoyan's heart skipped a beat, and anxiously and panicked, he asked, "What happened to Fan Xin after it came out?"
Zhuang Xianyang didn't say a word for a long time, and covered his face in pain. When Zhuang Fan's heart came out, he didn't look like a person at all. His pale face and jagged body were like a wax figure of a lost soul, worse than a decayed and withered flower.
All kinds of changes intertwined. That night, Zhuang Fanxin went to the hospital. The grandfather who had been waiting for him to come out finally let out his last breath and returned home with tears in his eyes for a hundred years.
The last straw fell, and Zhuang Fan's heart was completely crushed, falling into an endless collapse.
Gu Zhuoyan opened his mouth, but was speechless. He knew Zhuang Fanxin's character, enthusiasm, sincerity, and held the greatest kindness to everyone. He still remembers what Zhuang Fanxin said, extraordinary ordinary, happy heart, hard work will be extraordinary, and good people will be happy. But what did he get for his efforts? Those who are beaten as plagiarists must not turn over. His kindness, his kindness to others, in exchange for jealousy and betrayal.
Gu Zhuoyan turned his head to look at the opposite wall, trying to see through the layers of barriers in the ward, how the people lying there on the hospital bed came to the present step by step.
"He's ill." Zhuang Xianyang's eyes were wet, "He could walk and stand, but he was dying. He held on for a long time. It was July at that time, and he was anxious every day, afraid that you would see him like that. But... he It gets worse day by day."
Gu Zhuoyan understood that if it was him, he wouldn't want his loved ones to know all that, not to mention that he knew that Zhuang Fanxin's self-esteem was very strong, and it would be uncomfortable to be criticized in public for a whole day in the class.
"He wanted to call you, and he wanted to call you in July. He backed up your chat history, the photos you took together, gave up before pressing the number every time, and watched those things from day to night." With a bang, Zhuang Xianyang wept bitterly, "Afterwards, he finally couldn't hold it anymore."
Gu Zhuoyan was out of breath and wanted to stop.
But Zhuang Xianyang has already revealed the truth: "In the early morning of August 3rd, he called you and used the only reason he could think of to make you give up and stop you from going to him. Then... "
"He... committed suicide?" Gu Zhuoyan held his breath.
Zhuang Fanxin locked himself in the bathroom at the time, had already swallowed sleeping pills, soaked his body in cold water, and shivered. When he heard Gu Zhuoyan's voice coming from thousands of miles away, like someone who was dying and waiting for love, he didn't have any regrets.
After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Fanxin gradually lost consciousness, slipped into the bathtub and drowned in the icy cold water.
It was Zhuang Fanxin's first suicide. It was so close to death that the doctor said later that this life would be over if there was a delay of a second.
After that, Zhuang Fanxin was arranged for hospitalization. A few months later, due to the unbearable pain, he committed suicide again, cutting his wrists. Fortunately, the nurses stopped him in time.
He spent a whole year in the hospital, half-dead in a cage like a scarred bird. Zhuang Xianyang was incapacitated, and not long after, the jewelry company had to sell due to poor management.
After a turnaround, Zhuang Xianyang said, "Fanxin met a Chinese nurse in the hospital. She was a superstitious aunt. The other party took good care of him. On his birthday, he gave him a peace talisman, wishing him an early discharge from the hospital."
Gu Zhuoyan hurriedly went to the doctor and asked, "Is it useful? Has he recovered?"
"No..." Zhuang Xianyang looked at him, "He asked the other party to learn, and he made a lot of sacrifices himself. He said that it was to bless you with health in the country and to bless your studies smoothly. In every aspect, everything is for you."
Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu realized that Zhuang Fanxin had never let go of Gu Zhuoyan, and they began to encourage him and persuade him that when he recovered, they could return to China to meet Gu Zhuoyan.
"I'll never forget what he looked like at the time. It was like seeing a spring in the desert, and I was afraid it was a mirage. He asked us, can we really see you again?"
With that little faith, Zhuang Fan's heart began to really improve. A year later, he was discharged from the hospital and entered another school to study fashion design, while he was undergoing treatment and studying. The depression that had tormented him lasted for three years before leaving.
Zhuang Fanxin is full of guilt towards Gu Zhuoyan. He has recovered, but he does not dare to return to China. He wants to become better and better. He learns fencing, guitar, and the song "Kiujiro's Summer". He wants to learn everything. Something related to Gu Zhuoyan.
Zhuang Xianyang said: "He has changed a lot. He is more active and hard-working than before. He wants to be the best in everything. On the surface, he is also much stronger, as if all the previous injuries have been left behind."
Can you really let it go? Gu Zhuoyan thought.
His legs were a little reluctant, and when he came out of the lounge, Gu Zhuoyan stood in the corridor for a long time, opened the door, and stepped in step by step, breaking into Zhuang Fan's anxious gaze.
After the infusion, the needle was just pulled out. It turned out that they had talked for so long.
Gu Zhuo walked to the bedside, held Zhuang Fanxin's hand and pressed the pinhole, the old watch was tightly wrapped around his wrist, as if it was covering something. He reached out to touch it, Zhuang Fan shrank sensitively, and said in a low voice, "Don't pick it, please."
Gu Zhuoyan didn't listen, he undid the buckle a little bit, took it off, the skin that had been out of sight for many years was morbidly pale, and turned his palm upwards, revealing a pale pink scar on his wrist.
Zhuang Fan's heart trembled: "You all know?"
Gu Zhuoyan was speechless and nodded.
His cheeks were wet for a moment, and Zhuang Fan burst into tears, and he could no longer discern what he was feeling at the moment.
Gu Zhuoyan looked at the mottled face and was about to bite his teeth: "Jiang Hui copied your design, what is it?"
Zhuang Fan said with tears in his heart, "It's a crown, blue, inspired by the distribution of the world's oceans." He buried it in Gu Zhuoyan's neck, "I gave it to you... your eighteenth birthday present."
He lost it, lost it all, but he firmly remembered that at the end of the period he wanted to make it, and when he wanted to meet Gu Zhuoyan, he could send it out again.
Zhuang Fan's heart was burdened with great grievances, and he had nowhere to plead in a foreign country, and his self-esteem was beaten into the mud. His heart was ruined, he was framed, punished, and his tenderness for his young lover was stolen.
He was timid and cowardly, huddled into a ball and spent a gloomy year, struggling to stand up step by step, growing his armor, and trying to walk into a new life.
But the scars are not healed, Zhuang Fanxin has not made any friends in ten years.
He gave up his dream completely, unable to draw a line, only endless trembling and cold sweat.
Reunited ten years later, Zhuang Fanxin saw Gu Zhuoyan, like a bird with broken wings seeing its homing, the scattered leaves fluttering to the ooze, silly and silly. He delusionally thinks that he is excellent, healthy, and full of love standing in front of Gu Zhuoyan, and he will never know Gu Zhuoyan about that bleak life.
But all the past has been opened up.
Zhuang Fanxin burst into tears in Gu Zhuoyan's arms, so tragic, as if his flesh was cut with a knife.
The ward was quiet for a long time. Gu Zhuoyan stroked the exhausted body on his chest and repeated "I'm here" over and over again. Wiping away Zhuang Fanxin's snot and tears, he said, "The nightmare from ten years ago will not happen again, trust me."
The incident on the Internet became more and more intense. Reporters lingered outside the hospital, and even the doctors and nurses inside had recognized Zhuang Fanxin as the protagonist of the incident. Gu Zhuoyan made a decisive decision, contacted the driver, and decided to leave from this right and wrong place.
He said to Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu, "Uncle, auntie, let Fanxin live at my place first. It's easier for us to discuss things. My access control is stricter, so there won't be any distractions."
Zhao Jianqiu said: "He needs to be taken care of now, which is very troublesome."
"I'm coming, leave it to me." Gu Zhuoyan said indiscriminately, "Wait for the driver to come over, he will take you home, walk through the main entrance of the hospital, and I will drive and Fan Xin through the east gate."
Half an hour later, when everything was in order, Zhuang Fanxin wrapped in a scarf and left with Gu Zhuoyan. He got into the car in the parking lot. He breathed a sigh of relief and took out the dead mobile phone from his pocket.
He hadn't been on the Internet since the incident, and said anxiously, "What's going on?"
Gu Zhuoyan only said: "Controllable appearance."
The car drove into the wide street at a very fast speed, and turned a corner at an intersection that should go straight. Zhuang Fan looked at Zhuoyan suspiciously, and looked at the rearview mirror in panic, thinking that they were being followed by reporters.
Gu Zhuoyan didn't go home at all. He braked on a certain street and the car was parked on the side of the road. His movements were forceful and crisp, he got out of the car and stepped on the steps holding Zhuang Fanxin's hand tightly.
Zhuang Fanxin raised his head, it was a bank.
"What are you doing..."
Gu Zhuoyan didn't make a sound, and took Zhuang Fan's heart to go inside. When he contacted the driver, he informed the bank manager that the bank manager was already waiting for him. After walking through the program, he flashed his ID card and continued to walk inside. After identifying his fingerprints, Gu Zhuoyan led Zhuang Fanxin into the bank's vault.
Zhuang Fan stood ignorantly in the safe with reflections on all sides.
"I didn't bring the key." Gu Zhuoyan instructed the manager, "Open my cabinet."
It was the largest type of safe. The bank manager stepped forward to unlock it, clicked, and then slowly pulled out the locker.
Gu Zhuoyan rolled his Adam's apple and pushed Zhuang Fanxin a step forward: "Go and have a look."
Zhuang Fanxin walked over and saw it clearly. There were two paintings inside, one was a pair of hands playing guitar, and the other was a portrait of Gu Zhuoyan.
There's a bracelet, the exact same one he once had, and many more, a phone case, a mug with a tough tin soldier...
When tears were about to blur his eyes, he looked into the depths of the cabinet.
Inside, there is a tarnished sea glass crown.
Zhuang Fan's heart swayed, and when he was about to fall, Gu Zhuoyan hugged him from behind, and the voice was close to him: "You waited all night at Xiaochalu, and I have been watching you from the upstairs window. Go to the airport the next day to take care of you. You gave it away, and I picked it up. The gift you gave me, plus 137 drawings and 19 accurate scans, I kept for ten years."
Zhuang Fan couldn't help crying, and he reached out his hand tremblingly. He touched every piece of sea glass. It was the love that was as turbulent as the ocean when he was a teenager.
Suddenly, when his fingertips touched something, he picked it up, and it was a small note that fell from the crown.
The handwriting on it has turned yellow and was written ten years ago.
You are drifting beyond the white clouds in the sky.
is the lyric from "Love in a Lifetime", and the next line reads—
Please come back to me.