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

Chapter 85 It's New Year's Eve.

Gu Zhuoyan nestled on the leather sofa, with his long legs bent, his eyes open and motionless, Gu Pingfang called him three times, and the fourth time he threw two walnuts, he finally raised his head.

    "What are you doing, old man?" There was a lazy tone.

    "What are you thinking about, big grandson?" Gu Pingfang called out, "Pass me my glasses."

    Gu Zhuoyan handed over the glasses on the corner table, and then stopped moving. He only held the two walnuts and started to plate. , Gu Shibo played chess with Gu Pingfang, Xue Manzi talked on the phone in the side hall, and Xue Maochen took Bond to the small garden. In recent years, the New Year's Eve has been much the same, the whole family is reunited, and the happiness is tinged with boredom.

    A beautiful figure loomed behind him, sitting on the armrest, Gu Baoyan said: "Brother, I wish you New Year's greetings, should the red envelope be cashed or scanned?

    " Further". Gu Baoyan punched him on the shoulder: "Two hundred? GSG is going bankrupt?"

    Crack, Gu Zhuoyan crushed a walnut, and stuffed it in Gu Baoyan's palm: "Fix your brain."

    Gu Baoyan glanced at the chat list, the first one was Zhuang Fanxin , she cleverly asked: "You were distracted after looking at your phone just now, what's wrong, did you quarrel with brother Xiaozhuang?"

    Gu Zhuoyan picked up the phone: "Don't inquire about men's affairs, start now." After pushing out for two miles, no one paid any attention to him, and just slept on the sofa with his eyes closed.

    He slept lightly with his thoughts in mind, and could hear the sounds around him, but he refused to wake up as if avoiding him, and pretended to be dead until noon, when Xue Maochen's big hand pinched the back of his neck, and then he woke up from the pain.

    "Grandpa." Gu Zhuoyan said hoarsely.

    Xue Maochen said: "I heard from your mother that Xiaozhuang has returned to China to develop, and you are dating?"

    "Yes." Gu Zhuo replied, "Don't ask me the details. It's a long story. Make a document and send it to your mailbox some other day."

    Xue Maochen smiled and said, "Fuck you, ask Xiao Zhuang out some other day, I still miss that kid." He sighed, patted Gu Zhuoyan on the back shoulder, "Okay, wash your hands and eat."

    The family gathered in Gu Pingfang's villa, had good food and wine, and had a reunion dinner before nightfall. Gu Zhuoyan's phone screen flickered non-stop, it was all about New Year's greetings, he read one and deleted one, always keeping Zhuang Fanxin at the top.

    With that sentence, I have always loved you.

    At dusk, Gu Zhuoyan was standing on the small platform on the third floor, with smoke in between, the thick golden and crimson sunset in the distance, and the misty thin smoke in front of his eyes. With a swipe, Zhuang Fanxin posted a group photo five seconds ago. The five of them looked like they were on the balcony of Pei Zhi's house, and the background was also the setting sun.

    There are three generations of artists in the room, old, middle-aged and young, male and female. Zhuang Fanxin stands on the edge, grinning like the most obedient one in the family.

    Gu Zhuoyan stared at it for a long time, his fingers were burned by the butt of the cigarette, and he didn't regain his senses until the afterglow faded away. He finally commented a very boring sentence: "Have you eaten dumplings?"