that moonlight and you

"Are we going home?" Gu Yang stood on the side of the road and stopped the car.

Before Lu Jianghan had time to answer, the phone started to "buzz" and vibrate. Yang Yi said that something happened to one of his partners and asked where they were.

"I'll go to the company with you?" Gu Yang was very conscious of working overtime.

"You don't have to go to the investment promotion side." Lu Jianghan opened the car door, and told him, "Go back and rest early, and don't get caught in the rain in the middle of the night." Although it is very literary, the price of literature and art is worrying. He thinks I probably catch a cold.

Gu Yang really wanted to explain that last night he just wanted to walk on the wet street for a while, he didn't want to run wildly against the rainstorm, and he didn't want to sleep in 711 all night... It sounds like he has a mental illness.But the taxi had already disappeared at the corner of the street, so he had no choice but to swallow his words back, planning to find a chance to clear up his grievances next time.

"Are you up yet?" Mother Gu called just in time, "I just sent you a flash gift. It's Dad's marinated ribs and dried beans. Remember to accept it."

"I'm still outside, and I'll be home around 08:30." Gu Yang glanced at the time, "Okay, just for lunch."

As soon as she heard that her son didn't have to work overtime today, Mama Gu immediately made a decision and called him back to Guanlan Villa.As for what to do with the pork ribs that have already been sent away, the leader lives in 1901, so accepting this box of lo-mei is not considered a bribe.

So Lu Jianghan, who was preparing for a meeting in the company, received a text message from Gu Yang, asking him if he wanted to eat homemade braised pork ribs.

Five minutes later, the phone popped up a reply with a "ding".

--eat.

"Then I put it in the refrigerator, you can come and get it after get off work." Gu Yang said into the microphone, "The door code is 8390, I will go to Guanlan Mountain Villa later, and I will be back at night."

Lu Jianghan threw the phone on the table: "When will the people from the brand arrive?"

"It's still half an hour, I was delayed at the airport." Yang Yi handed over a cup of coffee, "How was the song and dance drama last night? I heard Gu Yang said that the performance was very exciting."

"It's very exciting. Deng Linxiu also invited Gu Yang to design a new costume for her." Lu Jianghan said, "But if you accept a little more artistic influence, will you die?"

Accepting the influence of art will not kill you, but accepting the influence of art with you, life is worse than death.

Yang Yi had a standard smile, and changed the topic with a good attitude: "What new costumes, just "Moonlight by the Sea"?"

"The next brand new song and dance drama." Lu Jianghan said, "Gu Yang seems to be looking forward to it. He said that even if there is not enough time, he still wants to point out the general direction and style to other designers."

"He looks good, he really looks like a master." Yang Yi laughed, "I'm afraid Huandong won't be able to keep him in the future."

"But Huandong can at least have one more clothing brand, whose sales volume is comparable to or even surpasses Nightingale." Lu Jianghan said, "From this perspective, I am looking forward to it."

Yang Yi nodded: "Yes."

……

Mission Hills.

Gu Yang was sitting on the floor with a pen in his mouth, looking out the window thoughtfully.There were a lot of manuscript papers scattered around him, and Gu's mother stood at the door of the study and complained, saying that she didn't work overtime, why did she go home and work again.

"It's not overtime, it's Linxiu's business." Gu Yang came back to his senses, "She wants me to design new costumes for the next stage play."

"When will there be another stage play, are you busy?" Gu's mother helped him pack his things.

"Yes." Gu Yang turned his pen around and said with a smile, "And this is not a job, but a hobby."

Hobbies can always make people excited and can't wait.He has carefully read the outline of the script. The story takes place in the current city of S. The heroine lives in a messy sewage alley. She needs beauty, but she can't be too restrained and delicate, but poor, rough, and dissolute. And the naked beauty is like a red rose blooming in the sewage.

The first thing Gu Yang gave up was the cheongsam. Although it was indeed the safest way, he wanted to adopt a different design this time. Besides, the cheongsam and high heels were not suitable for too intense dancing.

Wide skirts, asymmetrical rags, and low-cut skinny cheap leather, this is a very different clothing from Chinese classical style, which looks more like Vivienne Westwood, the godmother of punk in the middle of the last century.Feathers, sequins, and revealing tailoring, he wasn't sure if his ideas were a little too nondescript, too crazy, but at least they had to get on paper first.The tip of the pen swam quickly, drawing beautiful lines, and time seemed to freeze and cling to these lines. When Gu Yang raised his head again, the sun had already set outside the window.

……

Lu Jianghan took the crisper out of the microwave, and the strong aroma of the pork ribs immediately filled the room.Gu's mother is learning northern cuisine recently, so she specially paired some small pancakes. The round ones are very cute. Of course, in Lu Jianghan's eyes, these cutenesses belong to Gu Yang for the time being, and he doesn't know that he has a helper behind him.

Yang Yi sent a condolence call and cared for Lu Jianghan, who had a fever of 38 degrees in the afternoon: "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"It's okay." Lu Jianghan's voice was hoarse, "Just sleep and it will be fine."

Yang Yi asked again: "Do you need me to come to your house?"

However, just like he didn't want to accompany the president to receive artistic influence, the president also didn't want to see him when he was sick, so he ruthlessly refused.

Yang Yi had no choice but to say, "Drink more hot water."

Lu Jianghan put his mobile phone on the bedside table, fell into a dark sleep, got up in a daze and took medicine once, but didn't see what time it was, and when he was awakened by the doorbell again, it was already pitch black outside the window.

"President Lu." Gu Yang stood at the door, looking at him in surprise, "Are you okay?"

"I have a cold." Lu Jianghan let him in sideways, "Do you need me?"

Gu Yang holds the computer and notebook in his hands, and every Sunday night from 10:30 to [-]:[-] is his make-up class time.

Lu Jianghan also thought of this, he took out a can of drink from the refrigerator: "I'm going to wash my face."

"You should pay more attention to rest." Gu Yang stood behind him, "Have you taken your medicine?"

Lu Jianghan said, "Forgot."

Faced with such a miraculous answer, Gu Yang fell silent for a while.There was still takeaway white porridge on the table, so he had no choice but to pick it up and say, "I'll heat it up for you, let's eat something first."

Lu Jianghan was wrapped in a blanket and sat on the sofa in the living room, listening intently to the clinking sounds of dishes coming from the kitchen—and Gu Yang’s tossing movements also fit his status as a chef, pinging, pong, pong, pong, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. There is a bit of majestic kingly posture.

It's more than enough to fool the president.

Twenty minutes later, Gu Yang blew on his burned hands, and carefully lifted the porridge bowl out of the kitchen.

Lu Jianghan's sense of taste temporarily failed, and he couldn't taste the wonderful taste of food, but when he thought that this bowl of porridge came from Gu Yang's hands—even if he just reheated it, it was worth eating all of it.