Hope You've Been Well [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 15: The Fall of an Innocent Boy.

    Gu Zhuoyan fell asleep.

    After a month, just like the night I first came to Rongcheng, I couldn't sleep. At one o'clock in the morning, he sat up after flipping back and forth on the bed, went to the kitchen to pour a glass of milk to drink, brushed his teeth after drinking, and was more awake by the smell of mint in his mouth.

    Mint, matcha, and other kumquats, Gu Zhuoyan remembered the cake Zhuang Fanxin ate.

    To be precise, he was actually thinking about Zhuang Fanxin, and he was thinking about it all night.

    Gu Zhuoyan sighed for himself, didn't turn on the light, and went to the balcony to dry in the dark. He was sitting on the rattan rocking chair swaying in the night wind, his thoughts were not straight, but this time it was like a mess.

    Thousands of words condensed into one sentence, Zhuang Fanxin knew his sexual orientation.

    Gu Zhuoyan even dared to come out publicly, and was not afraid that one more person would know about it, but he never thought that Zhuang Fanxin would know so quickly. What he imagines is that when the relationship is close enough and the effect he pursues is significant enough, he will show it with a good-looking gesture.

    I wanted to have a style and a pie, but I didn't make it in time, and it was exposed when I was eating junk food.

    Gu Zhuoyan couldn't close his eyes, as soon as he closed his eyes, it was Zhuang Fanxin's face, cheering him up, comforting him, frame by frame like an endless movie.

    But he would feel sleepy watching other movies, but he couldn't sleep when he watched this one played by Zhuang Fanxin.

    Gu Zhuoyan picked up the phone, but it was a boring move, but he moved one step faster than his brain, and clicked on Zhuang Fanxin's avatar. It's so late at night, the other party has a high probability of having a rest, and he naturally won't send a message to disturb him.

    The bright screen attracted a few flying insects, but Gu Zhuoyan didn't care, and clicked into Zhuang Fanxin's photo album. No wonder he posted a lot of photos, but Zhuang Fanxin's circle of friends had very little content, and each photo was even separated by several months.

    He browsed, and the latest photo was still the "trading scene", and he turned forward, the last one seemed to be a studio, and the release time was at the beginning of the summer vacation. A good art exhibition, the sun hat that was blown away by the wind while sketching, the scrapped beloved brush... These constitute Zhuang Fanxin's circle of friends.

    In addition, Zhuang Fanxin will also send some plain text without pictures. The air conditioner of Line 1 is broken today, everyone, take the bus! Ready to quit potato chips, my mom keeps telling me. I lost a box of red paint, whoever found it doesn't have to contact me, I bought another box. Advertise for a friend, and enjoy a fresh, super delicious cake at Yinan Time!

    There are no pretentious hypocritical words, no depressing words to complain, each of which is real and vivid. Gu Zhuoyan looked at it carefully, deepening his understanding of Zhuang Fan's heart little by little, sometimes cheerful and innocent, sometimes gentle and careful, and a pair of romantic eyes with artistic filters.

    Gu Zhuoyan had to admit that apart from being picky eaters, he didn't notice anything wrong with Zhuang Fan's heart. Even if you are a picky eater, you don't need him to cook anyway.