madness

It was already early summer when Gu Zehuan came back, and it had been more than half a year since he was discharged from the hospital. The cold went to spring, everything withered, then grew and sprouted, and finally it was summer again.

Going around the noisy and noisy city, he wandered up and down the highway, he got out of the car, and saw many people standing in front of the gate.

Gu Zehuan was dragging a suitcase, wearing a snow-white top, behind him was the green mountains and clouds, and the fine rain drifted under the umbrella, wet his cheeks.

He raised his head slightly, and even his hair was covered with a dense layer of water droplets.

The woman with white hair on the temples standing at the front even whimpered and cried, and kept saying, "It's so similar, it's so similar, it's exactly the same as our youngest child."

The others had different expressions when they heard this, especially the middle-aged man who was standing next to him, his smile was forced: "Mom, go in first, it's not good to let the child stand here all the time."

The woman seemed to suddenly realize that she walked up to Gu Zehuan in a few steps, took his hand and led it to the gate without any explanation: "Good boy, let's go in with grandma."

The old man's hands were a little cold and soft to the touch, but they were so soft that the bones and flesh would melt together. He tightly gripped Gu Zehuan's wrist, almost showing red marks.

Gu Zehuan only lowered his head for a glance, then raised it again. After more than half a year, he thought of Su Zhiyun again.

The last time Su Zhiyun saw each other, he was still very hysterical, paranoid and crazy.

He also likes to hold himself so tightly.

That was another way of tightening the grip, cautiously, only daring to tighten it for a moment, and then let it go immediately, lest it would make him unhappy.

And the way Su Zhiyun looked at him was always so obsessed and docile, like a puppy trying its best to hide its dirty tail.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

the woman asked with concern.

Gu Zehuan shook his head.

"It's nothing."

At the dinner table, Gu Zehuan's grandmother babbled on a lot, asking him how he was doing over and over again, and repeatedly emphasizing that Gu Zehuan was very similar to his father, which made people tired.

The man with the ugly face before was Gu Zehuan's uncle, the more he listened to it, the more his face became livid, and later on, his expression could be described as terrified.

It's normal to think, Gu Tianyao is a perverted murderer, saying that his son is exactly like him, it's really hard not to let people think about it.

I don't know what Gu Tianyao did in the past, except for his mother who was full of love and sorrow for his death, other people's reactions were quite subtle.

"If it weren't for that woman...huh, we should have met long ago! She made you suffer so much, she is really incompetent, she is already dead, otherwise I would never let her go." Originally amiable As soon as the woman mentioned Yan Zilan, she wanted to drink her blood and eat her flesh, her expression became ferocious, and her cloudy and brown eyeballs would pop out of their sockets: "When she was with Yao'er, I I don't agree, she is just a woman born in a poor family, how can she be worthy of my youngest son, she dared to do such a shameful thing as running away from marriage, and even refused to tell us that she was pregnant, she is so ruthless My heart, I clearly want my Yaoer to be the last one. My poor Yaoer..."

As she was talking, she became dazed again, and became a little gibberish, speaking incoherently, still cursing Yan Zilan incessantly.

"Damn her, damn her! That shameless whore, if it wasn't for her, Yao'er would definitely not have become what she was later on. It's all her fault. My Yao'er is so obedient and obedient. The whole hospital couldn't find her." For the second one, she should be damned, damned."

The uncle seemed to have expected it a long time ago, so he was not surprised, so he coaxed the woman to take the medicine quickly, then turned to Gu Zehuan and said, "Your grandma has become a little... after your father passed away, so don't blame her." , she was just stimulated."

He wanted to smile, trying to make himself appear amiable, but after seeing Gu Zehuan, he froze, with a half-smile on his face, very weird.

Because Gu Zehuan is really too similar to Gu Tianyao.

At first glance, it seemed that the man came back to the world through his wife's belly, and after everyone was getting old, he returned home with such a fresh and young body.

Gu Tianqi blinked his eyes, only saw his second brother's posthumous child, the young man in white sat at the table and nodded slightly, obediently agreed, so he threw the thought out again.

"I know, don't blame grandma."

The other party is so understanding, logically speaking, he should feel happy, but it is really difficult for Gu Tianqi to be happy, but if Gu Zehuan shows a little anger or resentment when someone criticizes his mother, he will not feel so complicated.

But after all, this is his younger brother's child, Gu Tianyao's only bloodline, no matter how delicate he is, he can't show it in front of his mother.

"Your room is ready, go up and see for yourself."

Gu Zehuan nodded, and stopped his chopsticks: "Please worry about it."

His walking posture was a bit strange, one deep and one shallow, and he was slightly limp. Seeing this, the servant immediately took the suitcase away from his hand and led him to the room.

"Thank you." He looked back at the other party from time to time, as if he was afraid that he would fall or fail to keep up, and then said: "I have broken a bone before, and I haven't healed it yet. It will be fine after a while."

The young man was tall, and when he looked down at the little maid, his eyes were like spring water, pouring over, completely enveloping him, leaving him nowhere to hide.

When the long eyelashes were drawn together, it looked like a butterfly was perched, and the scale powder from the two slaps fell on the tip of the little maid's nose, making her want to sneeze.

She blushed unconsciously, thinking that this young master is really pretty.

Gu Zehuan entered the room, the maid was still a little bit reluctant to leave, she bit her lips tightly before leaving, and said quickly and softly: "If you have anything to do, young master, you can call me, my name is Ah Liu."

"it is good."

He nodded.

Entering the room, looking around, there is a photo frame on the table, in the photo frame is the face of a young man, almost like Gu Zehuan, hugging a couple, smiling, black eyes, fair skin, Like a dignified and elegant son-in-law.

This is Gu Tianyao's room.

Everything is very well preserved and there is still some faint scent of Jo Malone in the air.

Gu Zehuan stood for a while, then opened the closet, and it was full of neatly ironed clothes, as if he didn't see it, he didn't shy away, and put his own clothes in there too.

When we had dinner together the next day, Grandma Gu kept asking him why he didn't wear those clothes in the closet. Gu Tianqi's face turned livid: "Mom, that's..."

Grandma Gu glared at him, and when she looked back at Gu Zehuan, she smiled again, but the strength with which she held the boy's wrist was not gentle at all: "You are Yao'er's child, you will not be afraid of your father, right? That's all you The clothes left by your father, the best brand, you and your father are born like, and you are so tall, you can't go wrong with it. And I saw your clothes, they are too old, and they don't suit you. "

"Don't be afraid, he is your father after all, and no one will harm you."

Gu Zehuan put down his chopsticks and said, "I'll change my clothes after eating later."

So Grandma Gu's smile deepened, and she couldn't stop praising: "Good boy, really good boy."

When the little maid saw Gu Zehuan again in the afternoon, she was in the courtyard. He was standing under the jacaranda tree, wearing the clothes of his dead father. No yellowing.

It was rainy in early summer, and the mountains were foggy and humid. It really made him look like a ghost from the mountains. It was probably a flower that grew from a woman's thighs, lips, and sweat beads, and absorbed human blood and brain marrow. very.Beautiful, bloody beautiful.

It's also very popular, and it's very desirable.

Makes people want to kiss and touch.

"Flowers fell on you."

The little maid suddenly realized what she had done, and stretched out her hand timidly, with half a jacaranda lying in her palm.

Gu Zehuan stretched out his hand to twist it, and looked carefully. He was obviously looking at the flowers, and he didn't look at the little maid at all, but the face of the little maid beside him became more and more red, and Xiahong burned all the way to her neck.

She lowered her head, very docile, and her fair neck was dyed with the color of spring. Her posture was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, as if she was willing to sacrifice.

Gu Zehuan didn't look at her, and didn't take the flowers, but threw them into the pond where the water was stored. The purple flowers floated slowly, like a solitary boat, half sinking and half floating.

Hearing the footsteps of Da Da leaving, the little maid raised her head, feeling a little lost.

In the next few days, Gu Zehuan didn't go out either. He was supposed to go to school, but Grandma Gu only said that his legs and feet were not in good condition, so she asked for leave from school on her own initiative.

"If you want to study, I'll hire a few tutors for you in a few days. You don't have to go to the school. There are a lot of people there, so as to save some people who don't know the importance and want to go heresy to come and get involved."

"The people you met in the past were too low-level, and they won't bring you any benefits in the future. After you go to college, you will follow your uncle more. A person's social level determines your upper limit. It doesn't matter if you don't read well enough. Your uncle and I support you, no one dares to look down on you."

"You just have to remember that it's always been others who curry favor with our Gu family. The Su Zhiyun you knew before, heard from the Cui family girl that she recognized that you looked similar to your uncle and guessed our relationship, so he entrusted Cui Qingqing delivered a message to our family. Speaking of which, he can barely be regarded as a half-benefactor of our Gu family. If you want to continue dating, then go ahead. If you don’t, I will ask your uncle to find a way to get rid of them. Happy."

Whenever these things were mentioned, Grandma Gu seemed very energetic again.

She has been proud of the Gu family all her life, and has been strong and arrogant for most of her life. She has always been the only one who holds her up, but when she was middle-aged, she almost couldn't get up because of a big fall by her youngest son.

Gu Tianqi watched her faintly want to cultivate Gu Zehuan into the second Gu Tianyao, and frowned, but because of his seniority, he couldn't say anything, he only hoped that Gu Zehuan would react a bit.

"What's on your mind?"

Gu Zehuan didn't respond, just nodded and said, "See what grandma means."

This well-behaved and sensible look made Grandma Gu even more happy. She took another chopsticks of eggplant with minced meat and put it in Gu Zehuan's bowl, and said with a smile: "Then the Su family's family status can barely be considered good, and it is qualified to be your friend. I heard that That kid from the Su family devoted his heart and soul to you, and it should be useful in the future."

Gu Zehuan looked at the minced eggplant in the bowl, without moving.

Grandma Gu saw that he didn't move, and instead said, "Why don't you eat it? Your father loves eggplant with minced meat. You are Yao'er's son, so the taste should be the same."

So Gu Zehuan moved his chopsticks and stuffed the eggplant into his mouth mouthful.

Then Grandma Gu laughed contentedly.

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