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

Chapter 56 is like a summer dream.

    After packing the luggage, Zhuang Fanxin's unclosed eyes last night were bloodshot, astringent, swollen, and still a little painful. He walked to the balcony and stood up for a while, looking up at the sky, but he couldn't get any comfort. Instead, he remembered a certain poem and couldn't ask. Clouds move, the door is closed at dusk.

    Zhuang Fanxin washed his face, and went to the jewelry studio before nightfall. He had finished the crown, but the accessories, loss and other miscellaneous items had just been sorted out and paid for, so that both money and goods could be paid.

    The master in the studio praised it again and again, how good it is, how exquisite the design is, and he can't wait to boast a flower, Zhuang Fan smiled heartily, really couldn't spare the effort to be polite, said "thank you" and said goodbye.

    The items were packed in a box, and they were quite heavy. Zhuang Fanxin carried them all the way home, and when he entered the door, he met Zhuang Xianyang, and asked him, express delivery? With a vague "hmm", he went back to the room and locked the door, as if he had closed himself, and he could only relax when there was no one around him.

    He knelt by the bed, put the box on the bed sheet no matter how dirty it was, opened it, and inside was a plastic file bag, which contained the drawings and electronic scans he had taken, and put the things in another box, took it out and opened it, he There was some hot eyes for a moment.

    The appearance of this crown has long been familiar. I have drawn hundreds of pictures, large and small, and revised them more than a hundred times. While waiting for Gu Zhuoyan to come back, I made it intensively. Up to now, Zhuang Fanxin knows every crown with his eyes closed. Shape of glass.

    The crown of deep and light blue, like a circular island, looks particularly clean on the white bed sheet.

    Zhuang Fanxin stretched out his fingertips to touch it, and it was cool, especially not enough, so he opened his arms and hugged it in his arms. He no longer has the energy to think, and his mind is chaotic. He only knows that he won't be able to wait until March, and he is destined to miss Gu Zhuoyan's eighteenth birthday.

    Enduring for a few hours, thinking of the words "Gu Zhuoyan" at this moment, Zhuang Fanxin was instantly beaten back to his original shape, suffering and hopeless, leaning against the bed and curled up into a ball, feeling restless. He doesn't know whether his decision is right or wrong, he can't think about it anymore, maybe he will regret it wholeheartedly, maybe he will regret it for the rest of his life, but he can't find a better way right now.

    Xue Maochen said good things for Gu Zhuo, if he believed him, then he agreed.

    Zhuang Fan covered his head in his heart, and his mind was confused. What is the situation of Xue's family a hundred meters away? Has Gu Zhuoyan's fever gone down? Will blame him, hate him?

    The engine started downstairs, someone came to see a used car, Zhuang Xianyang took the buyer to the street for a test drive, Zhao Jianqiu knocked on the door: "Fan Xin, have you packed your luggage?"

    "Okay." Zhuang Fanxin replied.

    Zhao Jianqiu said: "I put some flowers and plants, and you accompany me to move them to Grandpa Xue."

    The garden at home is too lush, and ordinary people don't know how to do it, so Zhao Jianqiu gave it to neighbors. Daffodils, purple palms, and large plants of Grapevine, Zhuang Fanxin moved them to the end of the alley one by one. Xue Maochen didn't understand these, so he helped plant them one by one after moving.

    Until late at night, Zhuang Fanxin washed his hands and went home. Before leaving, he kept looking at the second floor. Xue Maochen escorted him to the door and patted him on the shoulder: "Zhuoyan is still burning, and he is sleeping."