It was getting dark, and Pei Zhi arrived.
Zhuang Fan stood at the entrance, and when the elevator door opened, he went up to him. Pei Zhi was wearing sunglasses and a mask, carrying a thermos, and opened his hands to hug him. "It scared me to death that day." Pei Zhi said, "Why did you leave the hospital so quickly? How is your health?"
Zhuang Fanxin replied: "It's okay, there are reporters outside the hospital, so I came back."
Pei Zhi nodded understandingly: "There are indeed many reporters, and there are also near my house." He disarmed and showed a tired face. He was called to death 24 hours a day for the past two days, and he hadn't slept well.
Zhuang Fan felt apologetic and said sorry in a low voice. Pei Zhi took him into the living room, like a seasoned lover and a contemporary Hua Tuo, coaxing, "It doesn't matter, why am I willing to blame you?" What is this, it will pass sooner or later.
The two hooked on each other's shoulders, and you were like me. At this time, Gu Zhuoyan came out of the study and saw that Pei Zhi had arrived, and greeted him with a very Chinese taste: "Come on, why don't you bring something."
Pei Zhile said, "I'm sorry, it's for Fanxin."
With a cup of soup that nourishes the stomach and qi, I took Professor Pei home in the morning. The old lady didn't change her shoes, so she went to the vegetable market to buy enough ingredients to cook all day. The lid was lifted, and the fragrant heat was scattered everywhere, Gu Zhuoyan sniffed, and watched Zhuang Fanxin drink spoonfuls by spoonfuls, so beautiful that his eyes narrowed.
"Is it delicious?" Pei Zhi asked.
Zhuang Fan's heart drank with bright lips: "Grandma's soup is the best." Still thinking about the situation on the Internet, he said, "What are you doing with that Weibo post today, you have been attacked enough."
Pei Zhi said seriously: "It doesn't matter what kind of attack the entertainment industry is afraid of, I happened to see the one posted by Lu Wen, and I turned." He laughed, a little bit of comparison, "Besides, Lu Wen is Gu Zhuoyan. Brother, as your brother, I can't lose the chain, right?"
People couldn't help but say, Gu Zhuoyan's cell phone rang, Lu Wen sent him an email, he opened it with his laptop and found that it was a set of old photos from ten years ago.
The three of them gathered around the table and stared at the screen. The phone rang again. Gu Zhuoyan pressed the speakerphone, and Lu Wen's voice filled the restaurant: "Have you seen the photo?"
"I'm watching." Gu Zhuoyan said, "It's very fast."
Zhuang Fan suddenly remembered: "This is Xiamen, is it Gulangyu?"
In the photo, the sky is blue and the water is clear, and the beautiful buildings of Gulangyu Island are the background. Each photo is a group photo of Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin. Some were holding hands, some were holding shoulders, and some were in the small bar. At that time, Gu Zhuoyan got off the stage after playing the piano, Zhuang Fanxin went up to meet them, and the two kissed in front of everyone.
Lu Wen said: "I've been looking through the whole afternoon, these pictures can prove that you were good ten years ago?"
Pei Zhi was a little confused: "Why do you want to prove this?"
"Why are there others?" Lu Wen shouted, "Humble words, did you listen to me?"
Gu Zhuoyan made a "hmm", continued to browse the photos, and suddenly cut into an old photo on the beach. Zhuang Fanxin was squatting on the coastline, Gu Zhuoyan was squatting in front of him, and the straw hats at their feet were filled with large and small sea glass.
There are several pictures of this scene, far and near, but in the end, there is a single photo of Zhuang Fanxin. He holds a straw hat and heavy sea glass, his hands are full of sand, and he smiles with white teeth at the camera.
Memories flooded, Zhuang Fanxin stared at the photo and couldn't help being stunned. He was too far away from those happy days. On the phone, Lu Wen was calling him: "Fan Xin? I still have a lot of you in my place. I'll send them to you another day!"
Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Why do you photograph him so much?"
Lu Wen said, "He's in the mirror!" There was a rustling sound, as if he was wearing clothes, "I'll give you the washed one another day, let's not talk about it, I turned my eyes blind, I went to eat."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Thank you buddy."
"No." Lu Wen added at the end, "Mingzi and Su Wang said they would call us together when they fight Jiang Hui."
Duo, hung up, Gu Zhuoyan kept all the photos properly, and explained to Zhuang Fanxin: "The people of the party have already been looking for it in Rongcheng, but after all, it has been ten years, if you can't find the studio and the old master, then There is no way to prove it, so prepare both hands."
Zhuang Fanxin immediately understood: "These photos can prove the relationship between me and you ten years ago, and the photos of me picking up the sea glass can be regarded as auxiliary instructions. The sea glass may have been designed and produced by me and given to you."
Gu Zhuoyan nodded: "Yes, that's what it means."
Pei Zhi was just at a loss, and now he became more and more puzzled: "What does it have to do with Hai Glass? What are you talking about?"
Gu Zhuoyan told him what Zhuang Xianyang told him, and told Pei Zhi as he was, that he tried his best to be restrained and calm, but when he talked about some details, he still couldn't help being sullen and embarrassed.
After hearing this for a long time, Pei Zhi didn't respond. He was stunned, or was stunned, and looked at Zhuang Fanxin with trembling pupils. He held Zhuang Fanxin's hand, suddenly and very hard, the spoon that Zhuang Fanxin was holding fell into the bowl with a ding.
"It's all... Really?" Pei Zhi couldn't believe it.
Zhuang Fanxin replied, "I'm all right now, really."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Pei Zhi asked eagerly, "You said that you were sick, but depression?"
Silence is the answer. Pei Zhi held on to that hand, digging at the watch strap and pulling it up, pinch Zhuang Fanxin's arm red, revealing a pink scar, he finally stopped, turned his face away and cried silently.
"Don't do this." Zhuang Fanxin didn't know what to do, "It's all over, I'm fine."
Pei Zhi turned back and wiped it at the moment. He took out a USB flash drive from his coat pocket: "Actually, I'm here to give this one today, open it and take a look."
Gu Zhuoyan connected the USB flash drive to the computer, which contained the original surveillance footage of the kissing and beating videos. This is tantamount to a surprise from heaven. The point is not the content of the video, but to prove that the video has been edited. Once the whistleblower lies, the credibility of the other party will be greatly reduced, and there are reasons to pursue the legal responsibility of the other party.
However, Cheng Jiama would not be stupid enough to let the monitoring room keep a copy. Zhuang Fan asked, "How did you find it?"
Last night's video was exposed, Cheng Jiama is Jiang Hui's girlfriend, and acquaintances can guess that she did it. Pei Zhi didn't find the monitoring room at all, and told Cheng Jiashu that the video had been edited, and asked Cheng Jiashu to find Cheng Jiama to get the original back no matter what.
Having said that, Zhuang Fanxin took advantage of the situation to bring up the considerations of the day: "Cheng Jiama does this, it will hurt the silhouette too much."
"Well." Pei Zhi said, "Cheng Jiashu has already asked. Cheng Jiama and Jiang Hui are middle school classmates. They met at the class reunion at the beginning of the year. Later, Jiang Hui has been pursuing her. After the relationship, she complained to Jiang Hui, Said that I found you because I was dissatisfied with you about the factory incident."
Zhuang Fan faintly guessed: "Jiang Hui knew it was me before?"
"Yes, he told Cheng Jiama that he has a way to let you leave the company." Pei Zhi sighed helplessly, "He told Cheng Jiama what happened back then, and Cheng Jiama became more angry with you after hearing about it, so he planned a video and Revelations to fuel the flames.”
Zhuang Fanxin asked, "But she is the general manager of Silhouette after all, so she doesn't care about the overall situation at all?"
Pei Zhi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "She didn't plan to stay in the company, but Jiang Hui coaxed her and asked her to partner in a jewelry studio."
Gu Zhuoyan listened silently and interjected: "That's right. I sent someone to investigate Jiang Hui. His studio in Shanghai was not doing well before, and he was already struggling in the first half of the year."
Pei Zhi said: "When Fanxin participated in the ACC competition, it would be very smooth to enter a jewelry design college after winning the award, remember?"
"Well, I remember." Zhuang Fanxin recalled, "I even joked with my parents, and when I won the award, I went straight to university and became the senior of my classmates."
He didn't know why he mentioned this, but Pei Zhi said: "We were all in Rongcheng that year, and Jiang Hui also signed up, but he failed the review. The final list announced was only you who successfully participated in the jewelry group competition. This is also the way What Jiama said, I didn't catch a cold at first, but now I know what happened to you in the United States... So Jiang Hui knew your name long ago."
Jiang Hui knew from the meeting in the studio in Los Angeles. When Zhuang Fanxin was excited about getting to know his fellow villagers in Rongcheng, Jiang recalled that Zhuang Fanxin was fortunate enough to participate in the competition, but he was brushed off. When Zhuang Fanxin helped Jiang Hui practice again and again, Jiang Hui felt the pity of a champion for those who were eliminated. When Zhuang Fanxin encouraged Jiang Hui to apply for his school, Jiang Hui only felt that Zhuang Fan wanted to see him as a joke, and if he failed, he could only go to a bad school in despair.
Later, Jiang Hui successfully entered the college that Zhuang Fanxin applied for. He didn't remember Zhuang Fanxin's assistance or Zhuang Xianyang's free guidance. He just felt that he and Zhuang Fanxin were the same. If he could participate in the competition back then, he might not fail.
Ten years later, Jiang Hui, who was frustrated in his career, heard the name of Zhuang Fanxin again, the design director of silhouette, with a bright future. He was knocked down in the dust and got up again, and lived a better life than himself.
The initial jealousy was just a small flame, which grew and spread in the long-term narrowness, and ignited into an unquenchable, raging flame, burning Zhuang Fan's heart and body, and Jiang Hui's conscience has also been swallowed.
Zhuang Fan pondered all of this, and he was in a cold sweat. It took a long time to say the complete sentence: "So it seems that Cheng Jiama has been coaxed by Jiang Hui?"
"It should be, I will let Cheng Jiashu tell her the truth." Pei Zhi said, "What do you want to do about what she did, don't mind our relationship."
Gu Zhuoyan said: "Whether she was deceived or not, and the fabricated false evidence is true, I will sue her."
Pei Zhi nodded and spoke first before Zhuang Fanxin asked: "About the silhouette, although it's a great loss, I won't give it up, Fanxin, would you like to come with me?"
Zhuang Fanxin confirmed: "What do you mean?"
Silhouette is the name they thought of together. Zhuang Fanxin has been abroad for these years, so Pei Zhi founded it alone. He had insufficient funds, and Cheng Jiashu partnered with him, but he actually paid to help him set up the company, regardless of the specific affairs. After Zhuang Fanxin returned to China, Pei Zhi had the idea of transferring shares, so that Zhuang Fanxin's protection in the country was greater, and Cheng Jiashu concentrated on performing arts, which was the best of both worlds.
Pei Zhi said: "I originally wanted to discuss with you after the show ended, but these things happened."
Zhuang Fanxin didn't answer for a while, and Gu Zhuoyan spoke first: "This matter is not urgent, you can discuss it after dealing with these troubles."
"Alright." Pei Zhi looked at the time, "It's getting late, grandma just came back, I have to accompany her, and you should rest early."
Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin escorted Pei Zhi away, and they shared the elevator. The two of them stood at the entrance, leaning against each other, hugging the other, Gu Zhuoyan sighed, "You two have such a good relationship, why didn't you see each other back then? ?"
Zhuang Fan is sincere: "When I found out he was gay, he was already kissing Cheng Jiashu."
Gu Zhuoyan was unhappy: "What do you mean, if he is playing table tennis with Cheng Jiashu, you will have a chance?"
When this person lifted the bar, the angle was paradoxical and the fulcrum was tricky. Zhuang Fanxin couldn't resist it. He went back to the bedroom around Gu Zhuoyan's waist and asked gently, "Can you play table tennis?"
Gu Zhuoyan was choked by the level of diversion, coughing and laughing, tears flashing, Zhuang Fanxin wiped him gently, remembered Pei Zhi's tears again, and said, "Don't tell others about my affairs first. , Depression, suicide, etc., everyone is worried enough, let’s talk about it when the truth comes out.”
"Okay, listen to you." Gu Zhuoyan agreed, "but... I already told Lu Wen."
Telling Lu Wen is equivalent to telling Su Wang and Lian Yiming that if Lian Yiming knows that Gu Baoyan will know, and Gu Baoyan will know that the whole family will know.
Back in the bedroom, it was still the soft and wide bed, the curtains were half closed, and the light was dim.
Gu Zhuoyan grabbed his hand: "In the future, when you take a shower and sleep, take off the watch, okay?"
Zhuang Fanxin clenched his fists and struggled, withdrew into the quilt, and made a ideological struggle under Gu Zhuoyan's gaze. After a long while, he slowly stretched out his hand, as if delivering something, and put his wrist on Gu Zhuoyan's palm.
When he took off his watch, his pale wrists suddenly loosened, as if the heavy shackles were removed. Zhuang Fan felt a little numb, and even his breathing became lighter.
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I will desensitize you little by little."
"No..." Zhuang Fan said stubbornly, "I'm already fine."
Gu Zhuoyan said: "You take off your watch is the first step, I will accompany you, so that you will no longer have insomnia, no need to take sleeping pills, no more overeating when your mood is fluctuating, and even..."
"What?" Zhuang Fan asked hopefully.
Gu Zhuoyan said: "When you face jewelry design, you only have the love and happiness you once had."
Therefore, when Pei Zhi proposed to transfer the shares, he did not ask Zhuang Fanxin to give an answer immediately. In his opinion, Zhuang Fanxin had more important and wanted things to do.
All the evidence is being collected in an orderly manner, and then we just need to wait patiently, and it won't take long for the Jedi to counterattack. Gu Zhuoyan tucked the quilt and sat beside the bed until Zhuang Fanxin fell asleep.
He turned off the light and went back to the living room to sort out the evidence he had at the moment, bank records, surveillance, photos from ten years ago, and the information his subordinates sent one after another. Regarding Jiang Hui, Cheng Jiama, and the owner of the garment factory, it was arranged in advance. Reporter, there are many Internet promoters in this incident.
After the integration, Gu Zhuoyan sent a copy to the lawyer, and unknowingly communicated until late at night.
Accidentally clicked on the browsing record, this computer was kept at home, and was rarely used, except for the page that I posted today, the earlier one was on the second day of the new year.
Gu Zhuoyan felt unfamiliar and clicked on it. It was a foreign website that needed to be bypassed. When he remembered it, it seemed that Zhuang Fanxin had used this computer that day. The password is simple, 12250316, their birthday.
After logging in successfully, the original form is similar to that of a blog. Photos or written records can be placed on the personal homepage. Gu Zhuoyan saw the first content, which was posted by Zhuang Fanxin on the second day of the second day of junior high.
That was the day they got back together.
Gu Zhuoyan looked down, he was very impatient, and swiped for a long time, and the date showed seven or eight years ago.
He couldn't stop, and kept sliding down. When Zhuang Fanxin was hospitalized for depression, there was an article almost every day, and every sentence was published in the middle of the night when no one was there.
Gu Zhuoyan is like breaking into a cave of hidden treasures. Treasures are his treasures, but they hide dripping secrets. He stares at him and peeps, his heart pounding against his chest.
The author has something to say: He is foreign in his heart, and he does not write QQ journals.