"Gu Zhun, do you want to pass by me from now on?" Zhang Heng got on the plane to Japan. He knew that the reason why Gu Zhun wanted to avoid him was because he didn't dare to face the scars in his heart, and Zhang Heng also decided not to stand in front of Gu Zhun as soon as he came up and ask him to say go back and be with him! He will promise eternal love, that's too fake...
He will use the most real practical actions to prove that his love is 100% correct, but his love can also withstand strong winds and waves, and it will not be disillusioned so easily.
If Gu Zhun feels that staying with me is hurting me, then I will try my best to explain to him that being with me is definitely not hurting me, on the contrary, I will be hurt because you avoid me!
"...Excuse me, sir, do you need any service?" The flight attendant asked softly.
Zhang Heng remained silent like a vicious Chinese underworld who flew from China to Japan to collect debts from Japanese gangsters: "..."
So the flight attendant had no choice but to walk away.
After getting off the plane, Zhang Heng called a taxi in three steps and two steps, and quickly rushed to the urban area of Tokyo. He didn't plan to stay in a hotel this time. He lived alone in a hotel, with no one around him, invincible How lonely is it
So lonely, so lonely!
Even if he is killed, he will not endure the night without Gu Zhun!
Because Gu Zhun likes Gu Zhun, loves Gu Zhun to the point of going crazy.
On weekdays, you may think that Gu Zhun and Zhang Heng are normal subordinates, but each of them is very uneasy in their hearts, with ups and downs in their hearts.
Zhang Heng always stares at Gu Zhun when he has no documents at hand to check. Sometimes when there are only a few documents that need to be signed and read by Zhang Heng in a day, Zhang Heng will stare at Gu Zhun like this Stare at it for almost half a day.
It seems that Zhang Heng is just staring at the air in a daze, but in fact, he is really discharging electricity at Gu Zhun!
The corner of the mouth was slightly upturned, with one hand resting on his forehead, slightly facing the side where Gu Zhun was, staring straight at him, as if there was some precious treasure on Gu Zhun that could slip away at any time.
Gu Zhun was very serious about his work, so he didn't pay much attention to Zhang Heng's gaze, but Zhang Heng's gaze was very fiery and fiery, as if he wanted to see through the inside and outside of a person.
"..." At one point, Gu Zhun wanted to stand up, lift Zhang Heng's collar—and then like in a TV drama—"Why do you keep looking at me?"
"..." But Gu Zhun just stood up, picked up the teacup and walked out of the office to fill it with water, and then came a faint order from behind: "I want it too."
"..." Gu Zhun turned around and went back to take Zhang Heng's teacup. At that moment, Zhang Heng's fingertips touched Gu Zhun's fingertips. I don't know why Gu Zhunyou always feels itchy as if he was being scratched by something.
I had this feeling before, like seven years ago.
Every time, including during class, Zhang Heng always quietly bowed his waist behind him and poked his head in front of him—because the teacher was writing on the blackboard with his back to the class. According to the routine, after the head teacher finishes the lecture, after writing the writing on the blackboard, it is necessary to review the class summary and ask questions, so... who does the head teacher like to smoke the most
I like to draw those who are definitely unable to answer, such as Zhang Heng, and then use my perfect knowledge to show off Zhang Heng's face to achieve the satisfaction of teaching,
That's it!
So as expected, the head teacher really called Zhang Heng up and answered the question—
"Zhang Heng, what emotion does this poem express?"
"..." Zhang Heng scratched his head, he glanced at Gu Zhun's notebooks on the table and the densely packed notes in the textbooks from the corner of his eye, and he didn't know what the point was, but he probably saw the word "love"...
So he replied: "The poet is full of vigor, misses his wife, and needs the nourishment of love."
"..." The veins on the head teacher's forehead popped up. It can be seen that the head teacher doesn't want to pay attention to Zhang Heng, and even hopes that Zhang Heng will never appear in the key class she leads. It's too embarrassing! Even a student of the second year of junior high school can easily analyze errors in such a five-character ancient poem.
"Gu Zhun, answer Zhang Heng." The class teacher asked Gu Zhun to stand up and answer Zhang Heng's stupid question by name.
Gu Zhun memorized all the correct and standard answers to this poem word for word very smoothly. Satisfied, the homeroom teacher asked Gu Zhun to sit down and nodded his approval.
After class, Gu Zhun sat down with his head down on the after-school homework assigned by the head teacher just now. Zhang Heng saw Gu Zhun in the front row still bowed his head in front of him. He had already attended two Chinese classes in a row. No brain pain, it's amazing!
If I put my head close to Gu Zhun's head, even if IQ can't be passed on much, can I pass on the secret of his head not hurting
Zhang Heng got up and walked in front of Gu Zhun, lowered his waist, and made every movement very gently, but Gu Zhun still didn't feel it, and was still bowing his head to do Chinese questions such as his silent writing of poems and modern Chinese reading.
"Why are you ignoring me?" Zhang Heng stretched out his left hand and placed it lightly on Gu Zhun's head, and then brought his forehead closer, so that their foreheads were touching and their noses were facing each other. Fortunately, all the students in the class took advantage of the sunny noon to go out to exercise. Except for a few sleepy students who were still lingering with Zhou Gong at the table, the only discerning people left were Gu Zhun and Zhang Hang out.
"..." Gu Zhun stared into Zhang Heng's eyes, not knowing what Zhang Heng was doing, although he knew that this action was usually done after someone had a fever, or when someone was checking whether the person had a fever, but...
I don't have a fever, and now I am even hotter after being posted by Zhang Heng. It was originally summer, but the air conditioner was turned on in the classroom, and the temperature was very low, and Gu Zhun was still sitting under the air outlet of the air conditioner, making it even colder. So he added a school uniform jacket on the outside.
His body is very cold now, but he can feel that his face is obviously hot.
"Zhang Heng, I don't have a fever..." Although I didn't have a fever, the cold wind from the air conditioner irritated Gu Zhun, and Gu Zhun sneezed quickly—"aiqiu
"Are you cold?" Zhang Heng asked bluntly without leaving Gu Zhun, but staring at Gu Zhun's eyes. When Gu Zhun was stared at by him like this, his heart seemed to skip a beat, and he actually felt something called a soul out of his body.
"...Me." Zhang Heng stood up straight, and put the school uniform jacket he was wearing on Gu Zhun's body: "Put on mine, you are so thin, don't wait to catch a cold."
The eye contact that time was also like this, and my heart skipped a beat like this, so now in the office on weekdays, Zhang Heng is always looking at Gu Zhun, and smiling strangely while watching—
"… "That
This feeling is the same as it was seven years ago, it seems to be exactly the same, but there is something different. Gu Zhun didn't know, he had already fallen in love with Zhang Heng since then, but he didn't know it seven years ago, and seven years later, it won't be much better, at most he has improved a little bit, just knowing that he seems to like Zhang Heng Henry Zhang's...
Our baby Gu Zhun is so dull. It seems that he has read too many literature and art books and has become a little dull.
Zhang Heng came to Akihabara with his luggage, sat on the second floor of his childhood sweetheart's shop with his legs crossed, and read comics. In fact, he was absent-minded, he was thinking about Gu Zhun all the time. But he has to wait for his childhood sweetheart to get off work and close the store. Even if the store manager, the kid, closes the door early, he can only leave in the evening. So Zhang Heng simply occupied the collection ceremony on the second floor in the afternoon by himself.
It's all about memories...
A few hours later, the sun was setting and the afterglow of the yellow sun was projected into the room through the window and sprinkled on the floor, making Zhang Heng's hair golden. At that moment, Gu Zhun fell into a deep sleep, lying on my lap in the same way, the golden sunlight shone on his hair, looking very soft and beautiful.
I really hope that the time at that time will stay like this, and let Gu Zhun stay by my side for the rest of my life. But he didn't want time to stop there, because Gu Zhun hadn't said anything at that time, and the relationship between the two of them hadn't been confirmed yet.
He hoped that the two of them would end up being a real couple...
"Let's go, my lovelorn young master." The shop manager went upstairs with a pile of books, opened the door, and saw Zhang Heng lying on the back of the sofa with his head propped up, watching the big sun fading away from the back of the department store outside the window Shen, occasionally a flock of wild geese will fly by shouting and screaming, and pedestrians on the street will rustle across the zebra crossing and traffic lights, rushing to the road home.
At this time, Gu Zhun should be off work. What now? Do you have a good meal? Where are you in Japan now
The store manager put down the treasured books that he brought up, put them on his own bookshelf, and said while arranging them: "Are you leaving? Just now you asked me to take you back as soon as possible, but now you refuse to leave, what do you want?" ?”
"Let's go..." Zhang Heng stumbled to his feet, a little dazed.
In fact, although Zhang Heng is omnipotent on the surface and is a perfect president, in fact Zhang Heng is also an ordinary person, and he is still in love from first love to passionate love to broken love, with the same person, and they are all men. This may be the difference between Zhang Heng and others.
"... Tell me, can I find him? If I find him, will he go back with me?" Zhang Heng was sitting in the delivery van of the store manager's kid.
Even if the store manager’s kid’s delivery truck is a small bread, it’s still a small bread that has been used for many years. In normal times, Zhang Heng wouldn't sit down even if he was beaten to death, and he would complain all kinds of things. It can't be said that Zhang Heng has the temper of the young master, but it can only be said that it is because the store manager's children's buns really can't be given away. It can only be delivered... The sofa leather on the seat is not only broken, but the cotton inside is also exposed. Once you sit down, air will leak out. And it's dirty inside... Because the store manager and the kids are lazy, they don't clean it easily all the year round.
"I'm really not confident, and I'm terrified..."
Zhang Heng began to give up on himself. The shop manager kid who was sitting on the side couldn't take it anymore, so he stepped on the gas pedal and threw Zhang Heng back to his home earlier.
Then slap him a few times—"Don't be cowardly! If you don't make it, you'll have a shot!"
(end of this chapter)