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After quickly scanning the newsletter, Gu Wenxi's head was buzzing, and the words "Chairman Gu's rest after surgery" kept circulating, squeezing his nerves.When did his dad find out he had a heart problem?When did you have the surgery again?He didn't know anything.Thinking of the phone call last month, it seems that Gu Yuqing deliberately kept it from him, and even sealed Gu Wenheng's mouth.

The news put it lightly, Gu Yuqing's surgery was successful, but he needed to rest for a long time, which caused a lot of impact on the company.In any case, Yu Gu's family is a big deal.

Why not tell him?Just because of that ridiculous contract?

Gu Wenxi did not contact her family directly, but called her father's assistant. After all, Assistant Zhou was one of the few subordinates in the company whom Gu Yuqing absolutely trusted, and also an elder respected by him and his younger brother.

"Uncle Zhou—" In a hurry, he couldn't organize his words immediately.

"Wen Xi," Assistant Zhou understood, "It seems that you know everything."

"What happened to my dad?"

"Mr. Gu's health is fine," the other party said, "He found the best hospital, the best nursing staff, and the operation was successful. Mr. Gu asked to keep it from you."

Gu Wenxi frowned: "Why?" Even if he recovers well, it's not a minor illness, not to mention there are so many things waiting to be dealt with in the company, can he bear it...

"Wenxi, you often make your own decisions behind your family's back. Can a man as old as Mr. Gu not have his own ideas?"

Gu Wenxi was choked speechless.

"And what can you do here? There are professionals in nursing, Mr. Gu needs to rest, it's not good to be surrounded by too many people, the only thing you need to help with is the company's affairs - are you willing to do it?"

"I--"

"You are also in a difficult situation." Assistant Zhou sighed, "Mr. Gu's concerns are not unreasonable. Instead of letting you worry about it in circles, it's better to live your own life well."

"How could he think that way?" Gu Wenxi was frustrated, "Why can't I help?"

"Are you really willing to come back?" Assistant Zhou's tone softened, and even added a touch of surprise, "The doctor suggested that Mr. Gu take a few more months of recuperation. Gu's is a family business. Heng hasn't entered his senior year yet, and there are so many competitors outside, looking forward to troubles within the Gu family, to be honest, it would be great if you could come back."

"Okay," Gu Wenxi subconsciously looked at Du Yunyan not far away, "Give me some time to prepare."

He also learned about some things related to Gu Yuqing's condition, confirmed that there was no major problem, and then ended the call.Putting down the phone, he closed his eyes, turned to the window, and thought about how to mention this matter to Du Yunyan.This walk will probably be longer than the time they have been together.But he couldn't completely abandon his family responsibilities, and be happy alone in the paradise-like Anle Township.

He stood quietly for a while, and heard footsteps coming slowly behind him.

Du Yunyan had listened to the outline of their conversation at first, but he understood it better after seeing his appearance.

Gu Wenxi turned around and looked at him fixedly: "Yun Yan, my father's illness is not serious, and he needs to rest for a while, but I...I want to go back to the company to help."

"Wen Xi," Du Yunyan stepped forward, "you don't have to worry."

"You know what I want to say is—" Gu Wenxi thought about it, "If I leave, it may take several months, or even next year."

"That's what you should do, don't be influenced by other thoughts."

Du Yunyan's gaze was indifferent but gentle, and what was hidden under it was not indifference, but a sense of responsibility that was heavier than ordinary people.His sense of responsibility is not only aimed at himself, but also demands the same principle from those around him.If Gu Wenxi has a responsibility that must be faced, he is willing to push him.

The sun was rising high, making people feel hot and hot, and Gu Wenxi felt sweaty on his forehead.The melancholy in his heart was being gently rubbed away by a force, which convinced him that both his father's illness and the company's affairs would develop in a good direction.

"Will you miss me?" he asked.

"Of course," Du Yunyan nodded, "We're all going to be fine. But Wen Xi—"

"what happened?"

"Don't tell uncle about us yet." He frowned worriedly, remembering what the two of them had talked about not long ago. "Uncle has a bad heart. Don't provoke him any more."

"Don't worry," Gu Wenxi said, "I'll take care of it."

How to showdown is indeed a question he has considered.They were not really together before, but the current situation can be made public at any time, as long as Gu Yuqing's acceptance is taken into account.However, he is relatively optimistic. After all, he has a certain understanding of his father, and he doesn't think the other party's thinking is too conservative.

The straight-line distance from City S to Pingliang Village is not far, and the journey seems complicated only because there is no direct public transportation.There is such a psychological implication that they are not overly sad because of their separation for a period of time.

The night before Gu Wenxi was going home, she called her brother on the terrace.Wen Heng was very happy to hear that he was coming back, and finally no longer had to hide his father's affairs.

The night sky in the countryside is still like a dark blue curtain that has been washed, and the stars are flickering happily, like diamonds randomly scattered on the curtain.He took a deep breath, and the warm and cool dampness from the rain in the evening still remained in the air.

Returning to the room from the outside, Du Yunyan was helping him pack his luggage: the toiletries and skin care products used on the train were stored in small cosmetic bags; towels were packed in a clean plastic bag; fruits, snacks, etc. were packed in a few Fresh-keeping bag; I was afraid that the air conditioner in the car would be cold, so I prepared a long-sleeved shirt for him...

Gu Wenxi was very surprised when he saw this, he could never be so meticulous.In the past, even if he traveled far away, he would only bring a few daily necessities with him on the road, and buy them again if necessary, not to mention that he was going home this time, so he didn't need many things at all.

"What kind of slippers do you like to wear outside?" Du Yunyan held a pair of slippers in one hand, ordinary slippers on the other, and flip flops on the other, "Why don't you take both of them." As he spoke, he wanted to find a plastic bag to stuff both pairs into go.

"Hey," Gu Wenxi stopped immediately, "Are you helping me move?" He casually picked up a pair and put them away, "You don't need to bring so many."

Du Yunyan lifted his bag and weighed it, only to realize that it was a bit heavy: "It seems to be too heavy." But he was reluctant to simplify everything, and he frowned in distress.

Gu Wenxi put one hand on the back of his hand: "It's okay, that's it, just stop pretending." Then she put the packed bag on the chair in front of the desk.

There are not many things on Du Yunyan's desk. There are simply a pen holder, a few pages of paper and a paperweight like an ornament. He often writes and reads at the desk.Gu Wenxi glanced over those items inadvertently, and felt a slight change in her heart.He turned his head and said to Du Yunyan: "Yunyan, after I leave, please write to me."

"Write a letter?" His proposal was beyond Du Yunyan's expectation.

"Yes, in addition to communicating with the mobile phone, I also want to be a pen pal with you, receive your letters, and write you back." When I first heard about Zheng Jun, this idea flashed in Gu Wenxi's mind, but the two Living together, the exchange of letters is purely formalistic and unnecessary. Now that we are facing separation, it might be an opportunity, "My handwriting may not be as exquisite as yours and your teacher's, but I can still read it? If you want, you can write whatever you want. Anything."

"Well," Du Yunyan nodded with a smile, and suppressed the heat in his nasal cavity as soon as it welled up a little, "I'll write you a letter."