Gu Zhuoyan stared at the message and read it three times before he understood and believed it.
Maybe the north wind was too cold, his fingers trembled slightly, he exited, clicked on the address book, it took nearly a minute to press Zhuang Fanxin's name, it rang four or five times, and the connection was made.
"Zhuang Fanxin?" Gu Zhuo asked. I'm afraid that the person over there is wrong. Even if I get through, I'm afraid that there will be a female mechanical voice that is shut down or not in the service area.
"En." Zhuang Fan agreed.
That fear did not subside in the slightest, Gu Zhuoyan turned around and returned to the banquet hall, saying: "Give me an explanation for the message sent by Teacher Xia." Zhuang Fanxin
replied: "Really."
Where are you?"
Zhuang Fanxin said, "At home."
Gu Zhuoyan hung up the phone. Before his reason annihilated and his emotions collapsed, he hung up, not wanting to ask a single question, not wanting to say a word. Zhuang Fan's answer as if he was squeezing toothpaste and his calm tone were like a sharp knife, cutting slowly, the most ruthless and painful, also like the wind chasing after his head, it was so fucking cold.
Gu Zhuoyan was tall and upright, and he was quite conspicuous among the crowd passing through the banquet hall, especially when the people around him were changing glasses and their skirts were swaying. He walked past the table like a shooting star, put down the unfinished wine, his wrist panicked, and the goblet rolled off the table and fell, splashing a piece of broken crystal.
The cracking sound was very ear-piercing, and Gu Zhuoyan ignored the eyes from a small circle around him, and ran towards the exit as before. A strong arm grabbed him, it was Gu Shibo, and asked him where he was going, with a force that seemed to crush his bones.
Gu Zhuo said: "I'm going to the airport." He was impatient and reckless, and he should have angered Gu Shibo all at once, but the grievance in his eyes was so full of grievances that he stunned him for a moment.
He begged: "Dad, I want to go back to Rongcheng."
Gu Shibo asked: "What happened?"
Gu Zhuoyan gritted his teeth, and refused to say, because he also wanted to find out what happened, but he couldn't wait any longer, so he lowered his voice and threatened, "Don't let me go, I can only do it again Muddy."
The palms that restrained him relaxed slightly, and before Gu Shibo could say another word, he suddenly pulled away and ran outside. After rushing out of the banquet hall, the drivers were all staying in the special lounge, but he couldn't find them, so he rushed to the street to take a taxi.
Today's last flight is after ten o'clock, Gu Zhuoyan booked the ticket on the way, went home to get his documents, and rushed to the airport without breathing.
There was only a piece of car exhaust left in front of the gate, and Xue Manzi chased him out. She had never seen Gu Zhuoyan like this before, she was so panicked that she would rush to anyone who stopped her, like a beast that lost its five senses and went crazy.
Even though she was worried, Xue Manzi had a lot going on, so she arranged for the driver to take care of her at the airport, and then contacted Gu Shibo, and asked the other party and Gu Pingfang to hide it first, lest the old man worry about it. After all the arrangements were made, she calmed down her emotions and called Xue Maochen, asking questions after a while, and the reason was self-explanatory.
The night fog on the elevated road was lingering, and the wind couldn't blow away. Gu Zhuoyan urged the driver to almost get angry. When he arrived at the terminal, he slammed the car door and ran in. There was a message scrolling on the screen in front of him, and several flights were delayed due to the weather.
When Gu Zhuoyan saw the flight number to Rongcheng, he felt a splitting headache. He went to the information desk and asked with frowning eyes, what's the weather like? How long is the delay? ! Can you give me an exact time!
The ground is used to seeing difficult passengers, explaining over and over again, but never pressing the button to call security, because he realized that what the young man in front of him wanted was not an explanation at all, and the quarrel gradually turned into a plea. He wanted to leave, to fly to Rongcheng, Waiting an extra moment seemed to kill him.
Gu Zhuoyan was hysterical, passers-by in the southeast and northwest were all watching him, watching him make trouble, making fun of him for being crazy, some even secretly took pictures with their mobile phones. The driver at home rushed over, blocked the camera, dispersed the crowd, grabbed his shoulders and walked towards the distance.
You have never been like this since you were a child! said the driver.
It's true that he has never been like this before. Gu Zhuoyan was born decent, even if he saw a love letter at that time, it was so blatant, and he still stood upright when he came out loudly in the corridor. He was sent to Rongcheng, and from the moment he left home to get on the car to board the plane at the airport, he held his head up and never lowered his head.
Tonight, just now, he was like an unreasonable and unqualified bastard, yelling and becoming the laughing stock of strangers. What a mess, from head to toe, he thought. It's really fucked up, too, and he kind of hates it.
Gu Zhuoyan's emotions settled down a little bit, and he stood and waited outside the terminal building. The temperature in the north at the end of January dropped below zero, and the hot coffee in his hand evaporated while no one was paying attention. He stood stubbornly, and the passing vehicles, the distant night, and the blurred silhouette of Gusper on the back seat of the Rolls-Royce all accompanied him.
The flight at ten o'clock was delayed for an hour, two hours, and the early morning had passed. A notice was issued at the airport, and the mobile phone also received a text message alert. Due to the severe smog, the flight was cancelled. Gu Zhuoyan continued to wait without saying a word, pretending not to see, his eyes tirelessly staring into the distance, why did the thick haze block his way at this time.
There were no trains at night, and the flight was aborted. The only thing we could do was to wait. Gu Zhuoyan was like a stone wax figure, with the tip of his nose red from the cold, and his whole body lost its temperature. He just stood there stubbornly until dawn. In the middle of the night, a strong wind blew up, like ghosts crying and wolves howling, and the force of destroying flowers and trees was stronger than a whip. It hit the body and face, and invaded the throat and lungs. The driver looked through the car window, felt cold for him, gasped and asked Gu Shibo, this is not okay, or should he be dragged into the car by force? Or go home and pick up two clothes? Gu Shibo said, no need. You suffer from the cold, and then suffer from the fever and illness. It’s worth it for a person, you have to taste it first, and then think about it. If it’s worth it, you don’t have to regret it. If it’s not worth it, you can remember this lesson yourself. An insane gale swept through the city, snapping dead branches, scattering leaf debris on the tarmac, and covering the front of the Rolls-Royce with a layer of dust. When the morning light was faint, it cleared up, and the thick fog and haze were blown away, and the sky came down inch by inch.
Gu Zhuoyan's body was a rusty machine, when it moved, the bones creaked and became brittle, and when he took the first step, his ankles felt like pinpricks from the cold. The flight began to resume adjustments. He changed his ticket to the earliest flight, went through the security check and waited for the flight, and finally had the courage to look at the chat list.
After Xia Wei informed Zhuang Fanxin that he was going to leave, the group exploded. Some people didn't believe it, and some people exclaimed. Zhuang Fanxin admitted briskly that it was fake and had no consoling effect.
Apart from these, Zhuang Fanxin did not send a single word in private.
After the tide of panic passed, Gu Zhuoyan was very calm at the moment, able to think about the current situation, and about Zhuang Fanxin's early departure abroad, he could also weigh in, how to get over this hurdle swiftly.
The scenery of Rongcheng was still the same, but it was also a bit colder. Zhuang Fanxin wrapped himself in a coat when he went out in the morning. Riding a bicycle to the school, when entering the school gate, Qi Nan ran over and grabbed the handlebars, and asked him in front of the school guards and fellow students, you really want to leave!
Zhuang Fanxin nodded, showing numbness, locked the car and went to the teaching building. Qi Nan dragged him and yelled non-stop, and entered the classroom. The students from class three surrounded him, chattering and earnestly, with the ups and downs of their ears intertwined.
Zhuang Fanxin felt that he was dead, and everyone was chanting sutras around him.
Today is the last day before the winter vacation. The report card was issued, the holiday homework was assigned, and the class came to an end in less than two classes. Xia Wei supported the podium with both hands, and was extraordinarily long-winded, but the students were extraordinarily patient.
At the end of his words, Xia Wei paused, his eyes wandered to the third row and landed on Zhuang Fanxin. Everyone turned their heads and looked at Zhuang Fanxin. The squad leader pushed him across the aisle, and a group of boys crowded him into the center. He once lied about the military situation and was beaten up, and he also attracted everyone to admire the tattoo on his shoulder. He gathered together countless times, talking nonsense, playing with mobile phones, and grabbing snacks. He did not expect this time to be a farewell. Qi Nan is crying, I will bring you milk tea every day, why don't you go? I don't copy the listening answers anymore, can I write by myself in the future? You're gone, who am I going to be at the same table with? Zhuang Fanxin said, the painting I gave you is hanging in Yinan and you are not allowed to pick it up. It will hang for many, many years.
He bid farewell to his classmates, those who were good friends, those who had quarreled, boys and girls, and had forty-three periods of time with forty-three people. The last window was empty, and the forty-fourth person was absent by one.
The students left one after another. Zhuang Fanxin said goodbye to the teachers and went to go through the relevant procedures. When he left the office building, the campus was already empty.
The beginning of the winter vacation was more like the end of the summer vacation. Passing the small lecture hall, he recalled accompanying Gu Zhuoyan to take the exam. They were not familiar with each other at that time. That day Gu Zhuoyan said that the red school uniform suits him very well.
Leaving from the sky, Zhuang Fanxin rode slowly all the way. He saw the unknown little flower on the street, the egg tart shop he frequented, and a stray dog that dominated the neighborhood. Turning into the small intersection, the dealer's door was open, and there were polite voices in the garden. Zhuang Fan didn't want to go in, so he parked his bicycle by the wall, and squatted under the banyan tree to comb Bond's hair. "Is it comfortable?" Zhuang Fanxin asked, "Is the strength okay?" Bond looked up at him, and licked the back of his hand. He couldn't help laughing, and said even more vigorously: "Do you want a massage? It's only available for a limited time. There will be no chance in the future." Bond suddenly turned his face away, stood up and barked, and ran forward swiftly. Zhuang Fan hurriedly stood up and was about to give chase when he saw a taxi parked at the intersection, and the person who got off was Gu Zhuoyan. Reaction preceded consciousness, Zhuang Fanxin walked quickly, and when Gu Zhuoyan saw him, his legs were soaked in lead and he couldn't move. Gu Zhuoyan walked towards him step by step, his face was covered with a blush, he didn't know if it was heat or something, when he was half an arm away, Gu Zhuoyan stopped in front of him, his body and nerves tensed all night Suddenly relax at this moment. "I'm back in a hurry." Gu Zhuoyan said. He didn't say how difficult the process was, what kind of torment and torture he went through, only that he rushed back. Taking a step closer, he looked down into Zhuang Fanxin's eyes, and asked timidly yet boldly: "Is the dust settled about going abroad? " Under Yan's gaze, he began to faintly collapse. He nodded, his voice trembling: "The air ticket the day after tomorrow."
Gu Zhuoyan opened his mouth and stumbled and said, "Yes, your grandfather is not in good condition? What kind of disease, which hospital is he in? My parents, they are related, maybe we can find some expert doctors to see." Taking another half step closer, he opened his hand and grabbed Zhuang Fanxin's shoulder, "Why don't you tell me, who am you, I need to know from the teacher's group message that you are leaving.
" Just walk away? Are you an asshole?" Gu Zhuoyan cursed in a low voice, "It's fine if you leave me and go abroad early, are you afraid that I'm not in a hurry? Want to try my attitude like this?"
Zhuang Fanxin said: "I ..."
"Aren't you called Fanxin?" Gu Zhuoyan used to cut things off, "I think you are cruel."
"I'm sorry, but—"
"No but." Gu Zhuoyan said, "It's just a year in advance Let's go, the sky is not falling, and I will not change my mind for a year in a different place, you wait for me."
They agreed to celebrate the New Year together, fell through, and agreed to study together, but also changed halfway, Gu Zhuoyan took a step back and said What is exported is blame, but what is actually done is a series of tolerance.
However, Zhuang Fanxin shook his head.
Four people came out from the dealership, Zhao Jianqiu saw off the guests, and the other three said the house was beautiful and well maintained, and they would give an answer after discussing it at home.
Gu Zhuoyan panicked: "Who are they?"
The last letter in the file bag at that time was Zhuang Xianyang's resignation letter.
"Looking at the house." Zhuang Fanxin said, "We are going to emigrate."