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

Chapter 71

 The ambulance drove to the emergency building, and the blocked crowd slowly cleared away, and Zhuang Fanxin walked out of the hospital gate among them. Gu Zhuoyan could no longer see the figure, let go of the clutch, drove to the street and drove away in the opposite direction.

    He didn't expose it, and didn't chase Zhuang Fanxin to ask the reason, for fear that he would be embarrassed if he couldn't find out the truth. As for seeing a doctor, if Zhuang Fan didn't say anything, he might be afraid that he would be worried, or that it would involve privacy, so it would be hard to say it out loud.

    Gu Zhuoyan persuaded himself like this, and persuaded him for a few blocks.

    At the intersection, at the red light, he let go of the steering wheel and wiped his face, looked at the speeding traffic through the glass, looked at the traffic policeman wearing a big cap, and looked at his own state. The heart is not calm, but it is actually caressing.

    Gu Zhuo couldn't help but Zhuang Fanxin pinched his most sensitive nerve, he couldn't ignore it. When he came out of the hospital, he would not worry too much about others, let alone get upset, but the other party was Zhuang Fanxin, so he struggled, guessed wildly, and drove hypocritically from the third ring road to the fourth ring road.

    Gu Zhuoyan was afraid that Zhuang Fanxin would lie to him, keep the secret from him, and fear that at some point he would be hit in the head again. Once bitten by a snake, he is still afraid of well ropes after ten years. And the most fearful thing is that Zhuang Fan really has some kind of illness in his heart, and he learns from brain-dead novels to hide it and not report it, so he plays to be strong alone.

    Driving all the way home, Gu Zhuoyan consumed more brainpower than going to work. He was in desperate need of some comfort, so he went in and started looking for cigarettes. Picking up one, I looked through the pockets of the sports pants I wore during the day, but I couldn't find the lighter.

    Zhuang Fanxin had just arrived home, so he didn't forget to ask, searched upstairs and downstairs, and found a lighter in the cracks of the sofa cushions. He took a photo of it and sent it to Gu Zhuoyan: "Is it this one?"

    Gu Zhuoyan stared at the picture and laughed, and the casual lie turned out to be true, and replied: "It is it."

    He found another one from the cabinet, lit a cigarette, Gu Zhuoyan wandered to the balcony to breathe. Zhuang Fanxin sent another message: "Are you addicted to cigarettes?"

    "It's okay." He edited, "Occasionally smoke one to relieve fatigue."

    Zhuang Fanxin: "How can I return the lighter to you?"

    Gu Zhuoyan: "I'll go there someday when I'm free, your soup cup is still at my house."

    Zhuang Fanxin: "I'll finish it tomorrow at the latest, it won't be fresh after a long time."

    "Understood." Gu Zhuoyan replied, With a cigarette between his fingers, he continued typing, did you go to the hospital? Delete it after typing, re-edit as I actually saw you in the hospital, delete it after typing. forget it.

    As a result, Zhuang Fanxin asked, "What have you been editing?"

    Gu Zhuoyan sighed secretly: "It's nothing, the air here is not good, and many people catch colds every winter, drink more water." He took a deep puff on the cigarette, feeling the nicotine The smell of blood poured down the throat into the lung tubes, making him bloated.

    Pushing open a window, Gu Zhuoyan breathed out a mouthful of white mist towards Xingye, and then was blown half up by the high-altitude cold wind. Although it was cold, he was happy, he didn't reply, he clicked on Zhuang Fanxin's profile picture to enter the photo album, and looked at each one.