cheongsam boy

Chapter 12

Bamboo and sandalwood mixed with the smell of tobacco fainted under the moonlight. In the flickering sparks, the two of them didn't speak any more, they just smoked quietly. The chirping sound of burning cigarette paper remains.

After finishing a cigarette, Song Rin got up and crushed the cigarette butt into the trash can, and Gu Zhuo followed suit a few seconds later.

With a flick of his hand, the gray-white dot sank into the darkness, and Gu Zhuo turned his head to look at Song Rin: "Shall we go?"

"No, it hurts too much." Song Lin walked to the outer circle with his feet slanted, and said while putting on his shoes, "If I really walk down this circle, my leg will probably be useless tomorrow."

"That's true." Gu Zhuo felt that it was reasonable, and he also walked out, sitting on the stone steps and putting on his shoes and socks.

After putting it on, he got up, straightened his suit and asked, "Go in together?"

Song Rin's hand stopped, looked up at him, and replied with some confusion: "I'm ready to go now."

After that, he was afraid that Gu Zhuo would not believe him or pull him back again, so he shook the phone at him: "I called the substitute driver."

While shaking, the screen of the mobile phone lit up in response. Gu Zhuo looked at the order that was automatically canceled due to timeout, and chuckled: "Song Rin, your order was automatically canceled."

"What?" Hearing what Gu Zhuo said, Song Rin hurriedly turned on the phone, looked at the message displayed on it, was dumbfounded, and murmured, "It was automatically canceled."

Seeing his helpless and somewhat bewildered expression, Gu Zhuo raised an uncontrollable smile: "This place is far from the city, and at this point in time, the surrogate driver basically doesn't know how to pick him up."

Song Rin had never been here before, so he really didn't know about the situation, so he frowned, and quickly searched for a solution in his mind.

"Stop it," Gu Zhuo patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, I'll be your substitute driver."

Hearing what he said, Song Rin turned her head in astonishment: "Are you going to be my substitute driver? You haven't been drinking?"

"No, just dress up." Gu Zhuo took off his suit jacket and put it on his elbow, beckoning to Song Rin, "Let's go, I just don't want to stay here anymore."

Song Rin didn't know how annoying this kind of banquet would be, but he remembered what Gu Xuanling said when they first met. If Gu Zhuo really left like this, he would probably be angry for a long time.

Regarding Gu Zhuo's greeting, Song Rin stood still, and frowned slightly: "You just leave like this, it's hard to explain to Uncle Gu."

"Why is it difficult to explain," Gu Zhuo snorted, "I have a legitimate reason."

Song Rin hummed suspiciously: "What legitimate reason do you have? Is it a legitimate reason for not wanting to stay?"

"That's not it," Gu Zhuo laughed at Song Rin's slowness, and he walked a little closer to Song Rin, "Send you off, isn't this justified?"

"Send me?" Song Rin was confused by his words, but after a few seconds, she quickly came back to her senses, "Oh, use me as a shield, right?"

Gu Zhuo shrugged, and his tone was helpless: "I didn't say that, I was serious about sending you off, after all, the friendship between our two families is still far away, isn't it?"

Speaking of this, Gu Zhuo winked at Song Rin closely: "My partner, who has made a deal in advance, is no better than that kind of friendship made by spreading a net."

Song Rin's purpose for coming here today is obvious, and Gu Xuanling's reply also hinted at resuming the relationship. It can be said that if there are no sudden accidents, the future cooperation between the two of them is a certainty.

So Gu Zhuo's words are correct, but no matter how they sound, they don't sound that good.

Song Rin looked at him helplessly, but in the end she didn't say anything, and raised her hand to Gu Zhuo, signaling to go together.

The two walked towards the parking lot side by side, reported the license plate number to the parking staff, and then followed to the parking space.Because she doesn't spend much time in China, Song Rin didn't buy a car in China before. This car was temporarily bought by someone before returning to China.

Cars and watches are just what men need, and Song Rin is no exception. He asked someone to buy a new Wrangler.

"Wrangler." Gu Zhuo's tone was filled with uncontrollable surprise.

Song Rin handed him the key and asked, "What happened to the shepherd?"

"It's nothing, I just feel...you don't seem to be able to drive a Wrangler," Gu Zhuo muttered, he turned the key and asked, "Do you have anything in the trunk?"

Song Lin shook his head and said no.

Gu Zhuo: "Then can I trouble you to drive? I'll put my car in."

"Your car? What kind of car is yours?" Song Rin was startled by his words. Gu Zhuo didn't mention it all the way just now, so why did he suddenly say my car.

"My small battery," Gu Zhuo raised his hand and pointed at the corner opposite, "here, that one. I didn't expect you to drive a car like a Wrangler. You were planning to call someone else to tow it back for me."

Different from models like Mercedes-Benz Dior, the Wrangler, which continues the pure SUV lineage and adds off-road functions, is wider and has a larger frame. Naturally, the trunk can accommodate more space, which is more than enough for a small battery.

It's just that Song Rin never expected that Gu Zhuo, who was the only son of the Gu family and dressed in such an elite appearance, would come to the banquet with a small battery on.

But then I thought about it again, this person's behavior of opening a cheongsam shop in that cold place instead of being the boss of a huge listed company is really nothing to ride a small battery.

Song Rin laughed, and patted him on the shoulder: "Drive the car there first, and then lift it."

Gu Zhuo said hello, and the two got into the car, drove the car to the small battery, stuffed it into the trunk, turned the car and left.

The Wrangler Song Rin bought is an automatic one, so when Gu Zhuo drives it, there will be no adjustments, and he can get started quickly.

After the two got into the car, the atmosphere was a bit silent, which was rather awkward. Song Rin cleared his throat and started to talk: "Um... listening to music?"

"Okay," Gu Zhuo glanced at the rearview mirror, and turned the steering wheel while shifting gears.

Song Rin glanced at his hand that was turning the steering wheel. His knuckle fingers were clasped on the dark leather. When turning the steering wheel, the knuckles were connected with the wrist.

As if guilty of guilt, Song Rin glanced back and hurriedly looked away, lowered her head unnaturally and turned on the car stereo.

After connecting the stereo to the phone, Song Rin casually clicked on a newly added playlist and played it in order.

It seemed that a male voice with its own electronic sound was accompanied by a psychedelic chorus. At almost the same moment, Gu Zhuo suddenly turned his head to look at Song Rin, his eyes lit up with surprise.

"Is this the song in Hyperactivity?"

Hearing Gu Zhuo's question, Song Rin straightened up in surprise, raised her eyebrows and said, "Have you seen Hyperion?"

"I must have seen it, this American drama is so good." Gu Zhuo beat the beat with his hands on the steering wheel, "When I listen to this song now, all I can think of is Jules poking her head and dangling there. "

When Gu Zhuo said this, Song Rin also thought of that scene, smiled and looked at Gu Zhuo and nodded in agreement, with sparkling water in his eyes.

Gu Zhuo was taken aback, and turned his head unnaturally and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this, is there something on your face?"

"No," Song Rin felt relieved with the same taste for the series. He nestled in the back chair and looked at the shaking Buddha ears in front of him. "I just didn't expect...you would watch such a series."

"What kind of drama?" Gu Zhuo raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong with me watching this drama, isn't it too old?"

Hysteria is about a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old children. The crazy adolescence reveals the erosive confusion. The audience's market positioning is basically young people in the restless period.

So hearing what Gu Zhuo said, Song Rin immediately realized the ambiguity in what she said just now, straightened her waist instantly, and explained: "It's not about your age, it's just...you don't look like you would like to watch this It's a kind of intoxicating drama, it's more like..."

"What does it look like? You listen to Zen music and watch opera every day?" Gu Zhuo noticed Song Rin's tension, and slowed down his tone and joked, "I don't think you are good at driving shepherds."

The just-right teasing made Song Rin heave a sigh of relief, and he lay back on his seat again: "That's not such an old-fashioned impression."

Even though he said so, it actually made Gu Zhuo hit the mark. Every time Song Rin saw him wearing gold chain eyes and wearing sandalwood-infused Chinese flower-printed clothes, he really thought that this person just didn’t eat the world every day. Fireworks, tailors indulging in opera tea ceremony.

The exchange just now really broke Song Rin's first impression of him.

Afraid of being exposed by Gu Zhuo, Song Rin hurriedly changed the subject after finishing speaking, and diverted the topic elsewhere.

"When I was abroad, because the countries in Europe are very close to each other, I like to go out for self-driving tours on weekends. The Shepherd is the most cost-effective among all models, so I got used to it over time."

"That's true. It's not easy for the Shepherd to drive other models after he's used to it." Gu Zhuo nodded, and when he said this, he turned his head to Song Rin and asked, "By the way, where are you going?" Will foreign countries be able to see the uncensored version of the excitement?"

Listening to him asking Song Rin like this, he knew the intention behind it, and said with a smile: "I have it in Baidu Cloud, and I will send you the link when the time comes."

But Song Lin lost his understanding this time, and Gu Zhuo waved his hand: "No need, I can't understand both of them are pure English, I just want to ask if there is a big gap between the two, when I read the deleted version, I always feel Some of them can’t connect, I don’t know if it’s because of this.”

"I don't know about this. I haven't seen the cut version in China." Song Rin said, "It's okay, I have made Chinese subtitles, so it doesn't hinder you from watching it."

Hearing what Song Rin said, Gu Zhuo turned his head suddenly, and the gold chain on the glasses shook: "Really? You made Chinese subtitles?"

Song Rin looked at the bright light in his eyes, and he couldn't explain the desire to be satisfied in his heart. He nodded and said, "I did it, I turned it while practicing."

"It's amazing, it's really amazing," Gu Zhuo said with a smile full of admiration, "Then please send me a link."

Song Rin was hit by the broken light, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, but his face didn't show it. He staggered his eyes and lowered his head to take out his mobile phone. After generating a link in Baidu Cloud, he forwarded it to Gu Zhuo.

The love for the same drama made the two of them have a common topic, and the atmosphere in the car was not as dull as it was at the beginning. It was like igniting lighter oil all over their faces. The two had a lively chat in this workshop.

From the beginning of the single discussion on the drama of Jing Jing, to the end, it continued to expand and extend to other aspects. Song Rin was surprised to find that Gu Zhuo was not so "serious" on the surface, nor was he in the previous impression. Wrapped in sandalwood, it looks remote.

He listens to operas and plays antiques, but he also pursues American dramas and loves pop music. The movements are like a perfect combination of yin and yang in the gossip array. Song Rin has never met someone who is so highly compatible with his preferences.

This kind of excitement like finding the news washed away the drowsiness caused by alcohol and medicine. After the car drove to the place, neither of them asked to get out of the car. They found a comfortable position between the seats and followed the conversation. Will continue to chat.

I don't know how long the two chatted, until Song Rin's phone ran out of battery and the music in the car stereo was suddenly interrupted, which woke them up suddenly.

The sudden disappearance of the music was like pouring a basin of ice water into the raging fire. The two looked at each other dumbfounded, but looked at each other and laughed a few seconds later.

The smile was inexplicable, but it was the unreasonable smile that broke the embarrassment and brought the two of them back to the happy and relaxed atmosphere just now.

Gu Zhuo glanced at the time, got up and loosened his seat belt: "It's getting late, I'll go back without disturbing."

"Don't bother," Song Lin loosened his seat belt and got out of the car. He went around to the trunk to help Gu Zhuo move the small battery, "Thank you for taking me back today."

Gu Zhuo unlocked the safety lock on the small battery, put on his helmet and replied, "It's a matter of mutual benefit, don't be so polite."

What this reciprocity and mutual benefit refers to, both of them knew in their hearts, this slight hint that Song Rin was not disgusted, on the contrary, there was a kind of satisfaction in getting closer.

The clock was approaching, but there was still traffic on the driveway in Beicheng. Song Rin looked at the taillight of Gu Zhuo's small battery, flashing on and off until it disappeared into the traffic in the distance.

13. Cang Cang