The storm in the city gradually calmed down, and a month after the trial, on the day of the sentencing, the crazy and dramatic incident once again broke into the public eye.
To this day, the long article published by Gu Zhuoyan has been reprinted by the media more than a thousand times, and the defendant Jiang Hui has undoubtedly become a rat crossing the street in the virtual world, and almost everyone has to step on it.
Parallel to reality, Jiang Hui is completely ruined in the industry and circles. His name, photos, identity, everything has been exposed. Nine years ago, he pushed the innocent Zhuang Fanxin into the abyss, and now he is finally skinny. Fleshly nailed to the gallows.
Infringement of intellectual property rights, malicious defamation, and several felony charges are superimposed. Zhuang Fanxin and Gu Zhuoyan, as well as the two companies Silhouette and GSG, pursued it in an all-round way, and even contacted the organizer of the competition in the United States that year, as well as the relevant parties that Jiang Hui used plagiarized works for profit in recent years.
As a result of the trial, he was sentenced to three years in prison.
Zhuang Fan stood in the plaintiff's seat, dressed in a black suit, and closed his eyes solemnly, the black in front of him was so thick that it seemed to have been pressed through layers of thick ink, painting it into a period of dreary years he had gone through. In just two or three seconds, he slowly opened his eyes, the bright light broke through the darkness, stabbed the corners of his eyes wet, and a tear rolled down the judge's statement.
When the dust settles, it is karma, and it is also overdue justice.
Zhuang Fan turned his head, and his parents were also tearful below, and the nightmare that tormented the entire family finally vanished. He held the wrist of his left hand and warmed the dial with his palm, and he was finally able to comfort his grandfather's spirit in heaven.
Until he left the court, Zhuang Fanxin didn't look at Jiang Hui, the other party's crime was punished, the suffering was about to begin, and the evil consequences he planted would follow him for the rest of his life. He didn't intend to ridicule or take a step, he just wanted to stay away, completely rescue himself from the pain, and start a new life.
When I walked out of the court, the sun above my head was as bright as gold, so bright.
Zhuang Fanxin's cheeks were shiny and wet, Gu Zhuoyan took out a handkerchief, put a hand on the tip of his chin, wiped his face upward, and said, "You keep crying, and your uncles and aunts cry too."
But Zhuang Fan couldn't help it, and it was even more difficult to describe the mood at the moment. He was not simply happy and happy, but his ears were buzzing, his limbs were paralyzed, and he was suddenly relieved from head to toe.
Outside the solemn court, there were parents, relatives, friends and media reporters. He should clean up and leave, but he grabbed the handkerchief, opened his arms tremblingly, and hugged Gu Zhuoyan.
The black suit was next to the black suit, and the silk tie on his chest slipped together. Zhuang Fanxin leaned his neck against Gu Zhuoyan's right shoulder and sighed, "I'm relieved."
Simple four words, but it is so difficult to pass through the mountains of swords and fire. For so long, Gu Zhuoyan tightened Zhuang Fanxin's body: "Everything will be a good thing in the future. Even if there are twists and turns, I will accompany you."
Zhuang Fanxin said, "Thank you for accompanying me through this battle."
Gu Zhuoyan only smiled and said nothing. He could be the protector who blesses Zhuang Fanxin, but he is more willing to be a lover who fights side by side with Zhuang Fanxin. Because of Zhuang Fanxin's bravery, he accomplished the latter as he wished.
A group of media waited for a long time, and as soon as they showed up, they rushed to the front, and there were many questions. In addition to the ending of the event, they also asked Zhuang Fanxin's next arrangement, and even gossip about the love story of the two of them.
The drivers were all blocked. In the commercial car, Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu were already seated, and Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin got into the car and started to leave. The three members of the family were all a little nervous, unable to slow down, and looked at each other for a few times and seemed to cry again.
Gu Zhuoyan hurriedly said, "Uncle and auntie, don't do this, we should celebrate."
"Yes, Xiao Gu is right." Zhuang Xianyang sniffed, holding his wife and child in both hands, "You should be happy after all your hardships."
Zhao Jianqiu nodded: "Fan Xin, go home and call your grandma."
Zhuang Fan said with a "hmm" in his heart, turned his face away and looked out the window. It was the end of April when the world was exhausted. The trees on the north road were lush.
Gu Zhuoyan heard it and cast his eyes, but was silent and did not speak. Back at Boyuan Apartment, at noon, Pei Zhi came with Professor Pei, and the two families wanted to reunite to celebrate.
The narrow kitchen was smoking, and the old lady called Zhuang Xianyang "Xiao Zhuang Xiao Zhuang", which made Zhao Jianqiu never stop laughing. In the workshop on the second floor, Zhuang Fanxin and Pei Zhiping were sitting at the table talking, with two cups of tea and a bag of potato chips in front of them.
Pei Zhi asked, "Didn't you quit?"
Zhuang Fan replied: "Gu Zhuoyan said that you don't need to quit, you can eat what you like. It's really good to eat normally." He took a piece and stuffed it in his mouth, "I can control myself."
Pei Zhi looked at him: "My brother is really suffering."
"Don't be so nauseous." Zhuang Fanxin laughed. The whole thing was basically over, Jiang Hui was sentenced, but Cheng Jiama was guilty of lesser crimes and was released after fulfilling the relevant punishment. He asked, "What should I do next?"
Pei Zhi said: "I don't know, my reputation is over, I'll be taken home to rest for a while." He let out a sigh, "Silhouette also needs to recover, and it needs to be rectified for a while."
Zhuang Fan Xin hugged Pei Zhi's shoulder and shook it: "Are you tired?"
"No." Pei Zhi hung his eyes, "If you defend your rights, I will also hold you accountable. You can't ignore the silhouette. When will you work with me?"
Before Zhuang Fanxin could answer, at the door, Gu Zhuoyan walked in with a snow pear nibbling on his shirt sleeve and his trouser pocket in one hand, as if he was walking in his own home.
He was chewing pears, but he didn't get close, and turned towards the sewing machine in the corner. Zhuang Fanxin turned his head to look at him, and the lover's eyes were all about the smallest details: "I'll eat later, what are you doing with such a big pear? ."
Gu Zhuoyan sat on the chair: "Appetizers first." He fiddled with the spool hanging on the sewing machine, followed the thread to the needle that was vertically downward, and stepped on the pedal, "Do you still have to use both hands and feet?"
Zhuang Fan stood up in a heartbeat: "Don't move around, be careful to prick your hands!"
Pei Zhi got up, served tea, and exposed the truth with one sentence: "He didn't get his hands on it, I'll turn into a light bulb first." After speaking, he walked out of the room and went downstairs to watch TV.
There were only two people left in the workroom, so there was bound to be sourness overflowing. Zhuang Fan paced closer, dawdled twice, and sat on Gu Zhuoyan's lap with a twist. He sat up slightly, pulled two rags and stuffed them between the presser foot and the needle plate, pressed the switch, stepped on the pedal to leave a series of stitches, and combined the two pieces of cloth into one.
He said softly: "This sewing machine is electric and easy to operate. When I was studying clothing design, I had an old-fashioned sewing machine at home. My grandmother's. Every time I did something, I was exhausted and it often broke down."
Gu Zhuoyan listened carefully: "Do you like clothing design?"
"I like it." Zhuang Fan thought without hesitation, "I wasn't very interested at first, but once I got into it, I liked it."
Gu Zhuoyan asked again, "Which one do you like more?"
Zhuang Fan knew in his heart that he asked him which one he liked more, clothing design or jewelry design. He grabbed the piece of cloth and stared at the tip of the needle with sympathy. Gu Zhuoyan rubbed his thighs and urged him, "Huh? Tell me."
Zhuang Fan's heart finally opened his mouth: "Even if I like it again, it can't be compared to my dream." He turned half a circle and leaned on Gu Zhuoyan's chest, "But I..."
Gu Zhuoyan continued his words: "You don't need to take antidepressants anymore, you take off your watch before going to bed, and potato chips, eat them with restraint, right?"
Zhuang Fan asked uncertainly, "Can I do better?"
"Of course, I'm sure." Gu Zhuoyan raised his head, the tip of his nose almost touched Zhuang Fanxin's cheek, "All obstacles are removed, do what you most want to accomplish, what you like most, like your sixteen or seventeen-year-old. The times are the same. Don't be afraid, to be forced to give up the dream of ten years, maybe it will always be waiting for you."
Zhuang Fan's heart was shaken. Gu Zhuoyan understood the tendency he had suppressed deep in his consciousness, and he knew more about his cowardice, so he took him a step when he was hesitating.
He reacted sluggishly, and when Pei Zhi asked him to join the silhouette, Gu Zhuoyan heard it, so he interjected to interrupt the conversation, let him think about it, and follow his true wishes.
Zhuang Fan said solemnly: "I have decided, I want to finish reading jewelry design."
"I support you." Gu Zhuoyan pressed the back of Zhuang Fanxin's head and kissed her, so gentle, like a cloud brushing past the scorching sun. "Baby," he cried bitterly, "from now on, only do happy things."
Zhuang Fan didn't dare to open his mouth, the bulging emotions overflowed his chest little by little, like boiling water, his complexion turned a moving crimson. He stared at Gu Zhuoyan, a little silly, as if he was so happy that he didn't know how to love this man.
Suddenly, he was a little disappointed: "But if I go back to the United States to study, I can't bear you."
Gu Zhuoyan said: "You and I are no longer minors who can't make decisions. I fly over every weekend, or you fly back. I usually make phone calls and videos. When it's a holiday, I have to go back to China in a hurry, you know?"
Zhuang Fan nodded in his heart, like a shadow: "I won't meet a big idiot like Jiang Hui again, will I?"
Gu Zhuoyan was delighted: "Can you hope for a little better?" He pinched someone's thigh, his hands were not serious, but he said it like a sincere father, "Don't think about what happened in the past, take the initiative to go boldly, and don't worry about it. Make friends, there are still more good people in the world. If you meet a big fool again, let me know, and I will feel if the feng shui in Los Angeles is not good. "
Some teaching made Zhuang Fanxin smirk, and when the rice was cooked, Zhao Jianqiu called them downstairs. The four sides of the table were full, not to mention the old things, just looking forward to the future, everyone happily celebrated the meal.
Zhuang Fanxin announced his plan. He wanted to pick up jewelry design, complete his studies, and realize his dream that had been stranded for many years. At the same time, I apologize to Pei Zhi, I'm afraid I can't go back to silhouette to help for the time being.
Unexpectedly, Pei Zhi was very excited: "Of course I support it, but you can also go to study if you join the silhouette. Now that you are so developed, you can work and communicate in different places, or you can come back to work after studying. It's fine."
Zhuang Fan pondered: "Do you mean to let me take over the shares, half-work and half-study, and come back directly with you after reading?"
"I think it's feasible." Gu Zhuoyan said, "I also set up a company with Su Wang when I was studying. Although I am a little busy, it will be very fulfilling if you are interested. It depends on your own wishes."
Pei Zhi said: "If you can't take care of it, how about investing first in these few years?"
It's fake to be indifferent, Zhuang Fanxin looked at Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu, those two only smiled and never interfered with his feelings and career. He hesitated, raised his glass to touch Pei Zhi's glass, and agreed, "Brother, toast to silhouette."
Since the accident, Zhuang Fanxin has never been to the company. After the relevant procedures for the share transfer were completed, he and Pei Zhi appeared in the design department of the silhouette early in the morning.
As soon as he appeared, all his colleagues rushed over to surround them. Zhuang Fan couldn't help but feel uneasy. All his privacy was known to everyone, pitiful and desperate, including sexual orientation and emotion. He nodded slightly, and his image of being neat and capable for months suddenly became embarrassed.
Enthusiasm wrapped around him, the sampler Yan master shouted: "Director Zhuang, before the show, you said that you would invite us to have a big meal, do you still count?"
"That's it!" Several designers shouted, "We look forward to it every day!"
Zhuang Fan raised his head in surprise and looked at everyone. No one exposed his wounds, and no one expressed sympathy. It was as if nothing had happened.
He grinned, unnaturally, with clumsy joy: "I'll treat you today, you can choose any place."
There were screams, and Pei Zhi even took the lead in coaxing: "Don't be polite, Director Zhuang is already the second boss of the silhouette, everyone slaughtered him!"
Zhuang Fanxin was sweating on his forehead because of the excitement. He bypassed the group of lunatics and saw Wen Lin at the door of the office. The child was there with a pestle, his eyes were red and he looked like he was about to cry.
"What are you doing?" Zhuang Fan paced away, "I haven't seen you for more than two months, and you don't welcome me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Lin hugged his bear, like the aggrieved younger brother hugged his eldest brother. "Director, I heard that you are going back to the United States." Wen Lin said, "I can't bear you, you are gone, who am I going to be an assistant designer for."
Zhuang Fan comforted and said, "There is no such thing as a feast in the world, not to mention that I will be back after finishing my studies." He pulled Wen Lin away, "Do you remember that I told you to listen to President Pei and help him do things in the future? ."
Wen Lin was even more sad: "I didn't realize until something happened later. You planned to leave then, right?"
Zhuang Fanxin said with a smile: "Even if I come back in the future, I should be engaged in jewelry design. You have to be serious, follow President Pei to see and learn more, maybe you will become a serious designer when I come back."
Wen Lin assured: "I will definitely work hard and not embarrass you."
Zhuang Fanxin had nothing to explain, so he walked into the office, packed up some personal belongings, and said goodbye to this party cleanly.
At the farewell banquet, everyone exposed each other's shortcomings and looked forward to each other. Except for the good news of Zhuang Fanxin's stake in silhouette, Pei Zhi will no longer work as a stylist and concentrate on being a designer. Laughing at the beginning, crying at the end, cups of wine and cups of wine, face after face with makeup, and finally toasting each other, I wish Zhuang Fanxin all the best.
Two days later, at the international airport, Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu went to check in their luggage. In the crowd, Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin said goodbye face to face. This scene is very familiar, flashing back to the Rongcheng Airport that year, it was also Gu Zhuoyan who came to see Zhuang Fanxin's family of three by himself.
"I have already contacted the school, and I will go through the formalities as soon as I go back." Zhuang Fanxin said, "The new semester starts at the end of August, and I will become a college student by then."
Gu Zhuoyan said caressingly: "I finish it before the school holiday and come back for the summer vacation."
Zhuang Fan agreed: "Okay." Only one word, but he spit it out very slowly, as if hesitating for the next words, "You delayed a lot of work some time ago, when you are done, can you go to Los Angeles when I start school? ?"
Gu Zhuoyan seems to have guessed it, but he is used to pretending: "Do you want to accompany you to school?"
Zhuang Fan couldn't wait to confess: "I want you to meet my grandma, and... my grandpa."
Gu Zhuoyan pressed the letter in his heart, and hugged openly at the departure airport. Not far away, Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu were walking towards this direction.
"What's wrong?" Zhuang Fan asked.
"It's nothing, I remember seeing you at the airport back then." Gu Zhuoyan said, "You jumped over to kiss me in a shocking way, and now it feels so fucking dull."
Zhuang Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, it was getting late, he should have gone through the security check, but he tightly wrapped his arms around Gu Zhuoyan's waist and didn't let go. He also pressed against the pinna: "There's one more thing I didn't tell you."
"what?"
"The sea glass crown, I have never given a name. I waited for you at Xiaochalu all night, and when I threw it into the trash can the next morning, I thought of it."
Gu Zhuoyan asked, "What's it called?"
Zhuang Fan replied: "Fan's heart is very moved."
After that, he never felt moved for other people, let go of his hand, looked at Gu Zhuoyan's stunned expression, raised his head and printed a kiss, backed away and waved his hand.
The plane took off and disappeared into the blue sky.
From the beginning of May to the end of July, Gu Zhuoyan made two trips and felt that the time was not too slow, but it was a little troublesome after the turmoil, and he often "coincidentally" met reporters who were digging for news.
The funniest one was when the media stood guard at the National Financial Center, admitted the wrong car, and blocked Gu Shibo. Compared with Gu Zhuoyan, Gu Shibo has a higher status in the business world, so the media naturally followed closely and asked, "What do you think of Ling Lang's relationship?"
Gu Shibo was aloof: "I don't care much about him."
The reporter asked again: "Ling Lang came out of the closet a few months ago, did you accept it?"
Gu Shibo said in a tone: "I don't think it's very sensational."
The reporter also asked: "As a father, do you have anything to say?"
Gu Shibo replied: "It is recommended to interview the client. My father is mainly responsible for making money to support the family, and he doesn't care about other things."
As soon as the report came out, Gu Zhuoyan was amused for several days. He couldn't help but smile when he was meeting with the company. He asked Gu Shibo, what is the level of sensation? Gu Shibo annoyed him a lot, and said vaguely that there was a huge movement on the Internet, but if it was not implemented in practice, it would be false.
Gu Zhuoyan understood immediately, this is a reminder, to meet, to consolidate.
In Los Angeles, all the admission procedures have been completed. On the evening of August 1, Zhuang Fanxin sent flight information. Gu Zhuoyan went back to sleep with the big family that night. It happened that the next day was the weekend. He slept late and got up to pick up people at the airport.
The weather was quite hot, Gu Zhuoyan took a shower without blowing his hair, and walked out of the building with his car keys hooked. After passing the main building, Gu Baoyan stood on the steps and looked at him: "You dress like this?"
Gu Zhuoyan was wearing black T jeans and light sneakers. As soon as he looked at the girl, he didn't look like a policewoman, with long, slightly curly hair, a dress with high heels, and delicate earrings. He asked back, "Are you going to have a blind date?"
Gu Baoyan ran down: "I want to go to the airport with you!"
"You can do it." Gu Zhuoyan said weakly, but he knew it was useless, and his arm was held before he reached the garage, "I will warn you first, today's Fanxin's parents are also coming back, and they are two families in name. When we meet formally, you can be honest with me."
Gu Baoyan said, "I didn't do anything."
After getting in the car, Gu Zhuoyan started the engine: "Be restrained, don't look like fans have met idols, even if you pretend to be a lady for a day, I'll give you a red envelope when you're done, be good."
Gu Baoyan sneered: "Do I despise your two hundred?"
All the way to the airport, there were many people in the summer, and the station outside the airport was full of people. It didn't take long for Zhuang Fan to appear among a group of passengers, white T jeans, sneakers, and Gu Zhuoyan's couple outfits.
I haven't seen each other for three months. Gu Zhuoyan opened his arms, but Gu Baoyan pushed him away and rushed over: "Brother Xiaozhuang! Long time no see, stay safe!"
Gu Zhuoyan had a headache, so he had to pick up the luggage of Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu, and he hadn't spoken to Zhuang Fanxin until he got in the car and returned.
Going back to Gu's house and entering through the gate, the lawn beside the road was green and the flowers were blooming, Gu Baoyan said sweetly: "Brother Zhuang, the flowers and plants have been trimmed, but there is no way to compare with your previous garden, do you still remember that you gave My two pots of flowers?"
"Remember." Zhuang Fan's heart was very rare, "Little sister, you have become a big girl, you were so young at that time."
Gu Baoyan said, "Although I have grown up, I have always missed you."
Slap, Gu Zhuoyan smashed the car horn and was in the garden where there were no other cars. He turned off the car in front of the main building and got off. Gu Shibo and Xue Manzi stood there side by side. When they were chatting, he took advantage of Gu Baoyan's hair and scolded him in a low voice.
In addition to their parents, Gu Pingfang and Xue Maochen were also there. The two families were all there, sitting around the round table. Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin were next to each other and held hands quietly under the table.
"How is this time?"
"It's fine except thinking of you." Zhuang Fanxin whispered, his face was generous, but he was actually so nervous that he even stood up from the chair when Xue Manzi called him.
Xue Manzi was stunned for a moment, wondering if she was being too unkind: "...Sit down, drink some water."
Zhuang Fan's heart turned red, he could feel it, Gu Zhuoyan's parents and grandfather were watching him, and Xue Maochen even looked at him with concern after chatting with his parents. When the dishes are served on a table, Chinese people always clink their glasses first when they gather together.
Gu Pingfang is the eldest elder. He has to speak first every time. He looks at Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin with his eyes that are not too flowery. Daolai: "Xiao Zhuang, we only met today, many years later than Gu Zhuoyan's plan."
Zhuang Fanxin looked at Gu Zhuoyan and then at the old man. Gu Pingfang said: "He came back to participate in the competition in his second year of high school, found me, and told me that he had someone he liked. I am a person of average morality. It is more pleasing to the eyes of grandsons than sons, and the person whom my good grandson likes must be one in a thousand. I just wait, I forget a lot of things every year at this age, I only remember this one, and I finally see you today."
Zhuang Fanxin couldn't tell what it was like, and couldn't even say a word. Gu Zhuoyan leaned on his waist from behind, smiled, shyly and frankly cleared the siege: "Master, did you say it with my approval?"
Gu Pingfang pretended to be stupid: "Ah... I can't help my grandson."
The table was full of laughter, and the politeness of each other was replaced by familiarity. Regarding the relationship between Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin, there was no clear discussion between the parents of both parties, and there was no need for formal consultation. A belated meeting.
There was a corner of pizza on the plate, Zhuang Fan raised his head and realized that Xue Maochen gave it to him. "Grandpa." He changed his mouth, hearing Gu Zhuoyan's mouth beside him.
Xue Maochen said, "I baked it, see if the craftsmanship has declined."
Zhuang Fan was very surprised. He used to love pizza baked by Xue Maochen, but he didn't expect the other party to remember it. He feasted: "It's delicious, it's better than the American one."
Xue Maochen looked at him: "I have often wondered over the years whether what I said to you back then did harm to you."
Zhuang Fanxin shook his head: "Don't say that..."
"It's too late to say anything." Xue Maochen patted him on the shoulder. "At the end of the month, Zhuoyan and I will go to Los Angeles to visit your grandma as a representative of the family."
The first time they met, they were very close. The parents on both sides had endless conversations, and Zhuang Fan was overwhelmed. He was taken out for a walk by Gu Zhuoyan halfway, and Bond, who was so hot that he stuck his tongue out, followed behind.
Zhuang Fan was suffocating from the moment he entered the door: "Your house really has a fountain."
Gu Zhuoyan cooperated and said, "It's not open at ordinary times, and only sprays when VIPs come. Look how fierce it is today." He pulled Zhuang Fanxin through a garden, "Go and see the second building where I live."
A three-storey villa with a pure glass door opening on the side, with a porch of dozens of square meters, and a dark sofa resting on it. Walking to the door, Gu Zhuoyan said, "Sometimes it rains. I sit there and change my shoes and look at the rain curtain outside. I don't move after changing, I just miss you."
Zhuang Fan could imagine the scene in his heart, and was pulled by Gu Zhuoyan to continue walking. He walked to the maple garden, passed the flower house, and there was a dry landscape reflecting the sunlight. He appreciates the grass, trees, bricks and tiles around Gu Zhuoyan, like watching a revolving lantern, which attracts him, but regrets not being able to experience the scene in person.
After walking around for a long time, their T-shirts were wet with sweat, they stopped on a narrow road, each other's faces were very red, they were panting for each other, and their eyes were softly facing each other.
After the storm, the calm of the moment is too beautiful to be true.
Zhuang Fanxin covered his trouser pocket with his sweaty palm, rubbing it back and forth, Gu Zhuoyan saw the clue, and directly grabbed the restless hand without asking.
"What are you panicking about?"
Zhuang Fanxin answered the question: "We will go to the United States at the end of the month. If we register for marriage, it is not impossible..."
Gu Zhuoyan was slightly stiff, and was stunned when asked.
Zhuang Fanxin pulled out his hand and took out a small box from his pocket, he opened it, sweating profusely: "Besides the watch, I also have this pair of rings, designed by my grandfather, it's not very beautiful, but he gave me and the future. A wedding gift for a partner."
Gu Zhuoyan stared at him and held his breath: "Are you proposing to me?"
Zhuang Fan's heart was so pious that he was almost jealous: "Marriage is a besieged city. I want to be trapped in it for the rest of my life. Would you like to give me this chance?"
He was so flustered, so anxious, that he grabbed the opponent's hand without waiting for Gu Zhuoyan to answer, squeezed the ring tremblingly, and pushed it into the base of his ring finger. Suddenly, Gu Zhuoyan held him back.
"I do."
Under the shade tree, Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin put on their wedding rings to each other, their sweaty hands, the bright sunlight, and the fragrant breeze, waiting for the two hearts for a long time.
Acquaintance, separation, so far the love has not changed.
Since then, only the hot summer of August has changed.
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The author has something to say: It took four months to complete the story of Xiao Gu and Xiao Zhuang. Thanks to all my friends for their company. During the serialization, there were harmony and quarrels. In any case, I hope everyone will be happy in the future. I wish everyone a happy May Day in advance. .