I said I was going to get a divorce

06

The next morning, the angry chief conductor added an additional regulation to the "Three Chapters of the Covenant".

——There is no compelling situation, and never share the same bed.

Gu Changji, who just swore last night that he slept well, wrapped him tightly like an octopus, making him sweat all over.

So much so that he had a dream all night that someone tied him up and put him into a hot butter hot pot to rinse.

At 06:30 in the morning, He Zhang was completely awake, and it took a lot of effort to push the brown sugar off his body, and then he got away.

He frowned and looked at Gu Changji who was still sleeping soundly next to him.

Young Master Gu does have the capital to go wild.

Usually awake, a pair of eye-catching peach blossom eyes, lingering when she smiles, as if there are thousands of threads of love in her.When he fell asleep, the long eyelashes covered those provocative eyes, and he was a little childish.

It would be nice to be a mute who can't speak.

His arms and thighs were sore from being pressed for most of the night, he moved a few times, and just about to get up, he was pressed down again by Gu Changji's long legs.

He Zhang rolled his big eyes, and pushed him away angrily.

Gu Changji turned over, hugged the quilt on one side naturally, and continued to sleep in his arms.

He looks like this, without image, which is a bit funny.

He Zhang was not interested in continuing to watch him sleep, so he changed into a set of sports clothes, and was going to go downstairs to cut two slices of bread to cushion his stomach, and then go for a few laps of jogging in the community.

He is a self-disciplined person, once a habit is formed, he will not give up halfway.

The morning sun shone in the small garden downstairs, and the rose, which had not had time to flower, raised its handsome face slightly, looking at the young man who was reading the morning newspaper on the recliner.

His phone kept vibrating, but he ignored it and started adjusting the smart bracelet on his wrist.

Someone is texting him.

He Zhang knew very well who this was, and after the seventh reminder arrived, he finally picked up his phone and gave a reply:

Hello, He Zhang is still sleeping.

The opposite party finally died down.

On the first day of their wedding, Young Master Gu got his wish and slept peacefully.He looked at the time, it was only nine o'clock in the morning, the sun was still obediently staying in the east, and did not penetrate into his room to disturb him.

He got up yawning, saw two electric toothbrushes while washing, and was stunned for two seconds before remembering that he was married.

You are married from today onwards.

Gu Changji wanted to laugh for no reason.

He released Liu Xi from the blacklist, clicked on facetime with his toothbrush in his mouth.

Liu Xi had been playing games for half the night, and he had long since lost the refreshment he had when he was the best man. Now he was huddled under the blanket with a shaggy beard, and the boss asked unhappily, "What are you doing?"

"Playing games again?" Gu Changji said, "How much did you spend?"

"Ten thousand and eight," Liu Xi was so sleepy, still angry, "Damn, randomly draw a gift, I thought I was going to give me a wife, but instead gave me a pot of tea, am I short of this tea? Why not give it to me?" What about my phone bill? Didn't you block me?"

Gu Changji said: "It's nine o'clock, the sun is drying your ass, I want to show you brushing your teeth."

Liu Xi said, "Brother, I think you have a kind of..."

"Say."

"The brilliance of a young woman..."

Gu Changji almost spit out a mouthful of foam: "Fuck."

Liu Xi regained his energy, and laughed again: "What are you going to do then? Announce the news of the marriage at the alumni meeting? The two school grassroots at the beginning actually disappeared, ruining the hearts of many girls."

After brushing his teeth, Gu Changji took a breath of fresh air: "No announcement."

Liu Xi: "Huh?"

"We don't plan to announce it, so we keep it secret."

Liu Xi already knew something was wrong between the two of them, but this time the person involved exposed him, so he wentssiped: "What's going on, what's going on, tell my brother."

"The two of us..." Gu Changji looked outside, and lowered his voice like a thief, "It's a fake marriage."

Liu Xi was shocked: "Fuck, are you serious?"

"That's the way it is. Just pretend you don't know. You don't have to worry about anything else, and don't keep telling my mother about the past between He Zhang and me, understand?"

Liu Xi couldn't help worrying about him: "No, you two can't do it, can you?"

Gu Changji spread his hands: "Whatever, the knots are all tied up, there is no harm anyway."

After tidying up, when he went down the stairs, he heard Wu Yingxiu chatting with He Yiren in the living room on the first floor.

He immediately stopped, not wanting to get involved in the middle-aged woman's chat topic.

He Yiren sighed: "Azhang has a pimple in his heart these years, and I understand that since I got married, he hasn't smiled a few times."

"He doesn't like your current husband?"

He Yiren waited for two seconds before saying: "How should I say it? Alas, I can't explain a few sentences. It's not so much that I don't like it... I've been married for so many years, and I haven't had any more children. It's just because of Azhang, so my husband... Complaints are inevitable."

Wu Yingxiu said: "Is he afraid that He Zhang won't give him old age?"

"That's not the way to say it. He has a child himself, and he has a normal relationship with me... He just doesn't like that Azhang doesn't listen to him."

"How many obedient sons and daughters are there?" Wu Yingxiu said here, feeling a little sad, "It's fine if you don't obey, I'm afraid it won't make people worry. Now that they finally got married, I'm really relieved. "

Hearing these words, Gu Changji felt complicated.

He leaned down quietly and asked, "Ladies, do you need a loving breakfast?"

When He Zhang came back from running in the morning, he smelled the strong aroma, and couldn't help asking: "It smells so good, did you make breakfast?"

This question was asked to the two mothers, but the person who answered him was Gu Changji wearing an apron: "Expert!"

He Zhang: "..."

He put away all the compliments that followed, and went upstairs to take a shower calmly.

Gu Changji didn't take off the apron either, so he deliberately pretended to be a little daughter-in-law and said to him, "Hurry up, the food will be cold in a while, wife~"

He was satisfied to see the expression of wanting to complain and desperately holding back appeared on He Zhang's face.

It's strange to say that when he saw He Zhang's black face before, he would only think that this person was too stinky and pretentious.

But now seeing He Zhang's indifferent face, he just wanted to make He Zhang's face darker.

If you can't say no to him, at least you can still disgust him.

He turned his head easily and saw the kind smiles on the faces of the two mothers.

Wu Yingxiu: "The relationship between the young couple is really good."

He Yiren: "That's right."

Gu Changji: "..."

After breakfast, Wu Yingxiu fulfilled her promise and asked Mrs. Yan and Gu Erxin to accompany her to check her body.

Originally, Gu Changji wanted to accompany him, but Wu Yingxiu insisted that he and He Zhang hang out together, newlyweds, and have more time to get along.

His own mother was a stubborn woman who had been stubborn for decades, and she couldn't pull back eighty mules even if she said a word.

Gu Changji had no choice but to follow the arrangement and go out with He Zhang, visit an art exhibition in the afternoon, have dinner at the restaurant he reserved, and go to a musical in the evening.

For the two of them's marriage, Gu Shuo even specially bought a car for Gu Changji, the latest limited edition Porsche, which has already registered a license plate, and it is stylish and dynamic to drive.

Gu Changji was eager to try, and invited He Zhang to sit in the co-pilot.

The car drove out for a while, and the tree-lined road in the villa area was covered with a layer of soft fallen leaves, and there was a slight rustling sound when the tires rolled on it.

The sky is clear, the new car is beautiful.If it weren't for this beauty's unlikable personality, today's start would be full marks.

The two came to enhance their relationship in name, and they couldn't be silent the whole time.He Zhang is a boring person again, and he can't be expected to start the topic first, so Gu Changji took the initiative to mention the alumni meeting in a few days.

This time the alumni association is in time for the centennial celebration, so we have invited various celebrity alumni.

Gu Changji originally declined, but the school kept asking for it over and over again—the purpose was obvious, and most likely it was trying to fool him into investing in something.

Although Gu Changji doesn't have much business acumen, he still has some ability to guess people's hearts.

He Zhang was invited because of his fame, while Gu Changji was invited purely for his money.

It just doesn't make sense.

"Alumni Association?" He Zhang said, "I want to attend the cultural performance that night."

"Sing?"

"Commander." He Zhang glanced at him, tapped his fingers unconsciously on his legs a few times, as if he suddenly thought of a melody, "The Jupiter chapter in "Planet Suite"."

Oh, He Zhang is indeed a music conductor.

I've been busy with my wedding for the past few days, so I still have time to go to rehearsals.

Young, promising, able to earn a living with one skill, completely financially independent.

To be honest, Gu Changji felt a little envious.

But he didn't want to admit that it was envy.

Therefore, the more he looked at He Zhang, the more unpleasant he felt.The gap between this person and him was too great, and when he walked beside him, Gu Changji felt that he was really like a pampered, useless waste.

The trash should have spent the rest of his life happily, but when the trash realizes that he is a trash, life in the future begins to be difficult.

Gu Changji loathes He Zhang's excellence somewhat self-deceivingly, even though he is clear in his heart, this is essentially self-loathing.

"I didn't expect you to be able to cook." Ten minutes after the topic ended, He Zhang suddenly mentioned something.

Gu Changji said, "Is being able to cook something new?"

"Because you don't look like that kind of person."

Gu Changji said lazily, "There's still a lot you don't know, are you interested?"

He Zhang: "For example, how many girlfriends have you had?"

Very good, Gu Changji choked and cleared his throat: "Who didn't have a young age?"

"Well," He Zhang looked out the window, and said without beginning and end, "It's a pity."

Pity?what a pityGu Changji felt it was inexplicable, he and He Zhang had no common topic at all.Sometimes he would reflect on how he made up his mind, and married an arctic glacier as soon as his head got hot.

Indeed, as Liu Xi said, it is incredible to marry the Queen of England and the African Chieftain.

The words were boring, so he concentrated on driving the car.

He was used to driving a locomotive, but when he came back to drive a sports car suddenly, he always felt like being locked in a cage.

He Zhang endured him for a few minutes, and then said, "How many times a year do you drive out?"

"Ah?" Gu Changji said, "Most of the time, I don't drive by myself. I have a driver."

"That's right. After all, every time I go out, I rear-end him. Your father should be bankrupt by now."

Gu Changji: "..."

Well, this is turning a corner and saying that his driving skills are not good.

At any rate, they reached the entrance of the art museum, and the two of them fought all the way down, as if they had fought with real swords and guns, and their faces were not very good.

The lobby manager came to receive the two of them, and asked with a smile if they would like to have a cup of tea first.

Gu Changji and He Zhang said in unison: "Don't drink."

After speaking, they looked at each other, then silently turned to the beginning.

When there shouldn't be a tacit understanding, there is a tacit understanding.

The exhibition itself is even more boring than He Zhang.

Gu Changji prefers exhibitions with a heavy sense of history, seminars on classical philosophy books, or lively handicraft exhibitions.

This allows him to feel the thickness of the exhibition and really get something from it.

But this time they participated in an ultra-modern art fair.Except for the holographic painting instrument in the exhibition center, which is worth playing, everything else is ridiculous and boring.

Hitting a pale, thin donkey lying on its side on the ground still made him feel ironic, but he really couldn't understand the meaning of putting a bunch of oranges on the pyramid-shaped steps.

He Zhang was also not interested in these, but when he walked in front of an abstract painting, he still stopped in his tracks.

Wu Yuan used to like this style very much.

Their dating time is basically spent watching art exhibitions.

Wu Yuan told him that he liked this painter, but He Zhang felt that he was just a half-hearted artist who lacked expressive ability.

The relationship between the two was already very superficial at that time. It was only because of such a small friction that they fought coldly for two days. It was not until the day before He Zhang returned to school that Wu Yuan took the initiative to talk to them, and they reluctantly reconciled.

It's not like seeing things and thinking about others, but He Zhang finds it funny.

How could he have imagined two or three years ago that one day he and his former rival in love would come to see the same type of exhibition together as a partner.

When he came back to his senses, Gu Changji didn't know where he was going. He frowned and walked towards a place where the crowd was slightly denser.

Sure enough, Gu Changji was in front of the holographic painting instrument, wearing 3D glasses, and was teasing the mixed-race girl who was playing with him.

"Oh, your mother is from Oxford?" Young Master Gu still wears a wedding ring on his finger. With the bonus of being married, he is not so wary of the girl, and now he reappears in an indifferent tone.

The girl said in surprise, "How do you know?"

Of course, Young Master Gu would not say that he could hear the pure accent when he listened to her explanation before, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "Because Oxford girls are as beautiful as you."

The girl laughed loudly: "God, are you really a married man?"

Gu Changji let out a "hmm", turned around and saw He Zhang standing there not far away, subconsciously felt a little guilty, coughed twice: "Yes, just got married."

"Then your wife must be very happy."

Gu Changji glanced at He Zhang again, and the iceberg was slowly approaching. "Ahem, yes, you should be quite happy."

He Zhang asked: "What is this doing?"

"Huahua," Gu Changji didn't understand what he was guilty of, so he said calmly, "Try wearing it? The picture can be shared."

"You know how to draw?" He Zhang looked at him suspiciously.

"I learned a little bit when I was a kid."

He Zhang put on his glasses, and when he opened his eyes, there was another world in front of him.

Only then did he realize that Gu Changji's "learned a little bit" was a bit modest.

He is imitating Van Gogh's "Star and Moon Night".

Contrary to the restless emotions in the original work, Gu Changji's starry night has a kind of casual tranquility.

The distorted night sky and the starlight formed by lines, the mountains in the distance are staggered, and the small town at the foot of the mountain is only lit by fireworks.He turned around, surrounded by withered branches, desolate and lonely.

A pitch-black crow sat on a dead tree.

"What is this?" He Zhang asked.He doesn't remember having this thing in the original.

"it's me."

As Gu Changji spoke, he added another crow with its mouth open, as if talking and yawning.Gu Changji pointed at it, smiled and said, "This is you."

"It's not like me." He Zhang commented, "It's too ugly."

Gu Changji was very satisfied, he said: "Don't you think it's very interesting? It's like we are also in the painting, we are a member of the painting. You will feel that this painting is also alive. The long river of life will not Still, we will grow old and die one day, but these two crows can take our place and stay in this painting."

It was rare for He Zhang not to refute, but he fell into deep thought because of his words.

He felt an inexplicable and strange romance, and an indescribable familiarity.

At this moment, Gu Changji actually reminded him of Wu Yuan eight years ago.

"The best thing about this thing is that it can be saved in real time and then made into a 3D panorama, which is interesting."

Gu Changji clicked on the pen and brush, and signed his name and date on the lower right corner of the painting.

"Okay, you're done, this is the only harvest today."

The more Gu Changji looked at it, the more he felt that he drew well, and he had already thought about it. Later, he would ask Liu Xi to make a small program and set this work as his computer's dynamic desktop.

"Do you want to come and play? No, I can teach you."

He Zhang said, "No."

There is a specialization in art. He Zhang can play the piano and the violin with both hands, and he can stand on the podium to lead the wave of music, but he is not very good at painting.

Gu Changji didn't force it, but thought he was boring, so he put the pen back and clicked to save.

At this time, the staff also came over and told them that the half-hour experience time was over.

Gu Changji took off his glasses in a still insatiable way: "It would be great if I could buy them."

He Zhang glanced at him.

"Just kidding, my mother won't agree."

Unable to be financially independent, Young Master Gu handed over the hard drive to the Oxford mixed-race girl, and called He Zhang as if greeting a younger brother: "What are you doing in a daze, let's go."

It was getting late when they walked out of the art gallery.The setting sun hit the transparent glass window, and there was not much temperature left, reflecting a green light.

Gu Changji left the driver's seat to He Zhang and motioned for him to drive.

"Did you actually buy your driver's license?" He Zhang said.

"I'm just too lazy to listen to your nonsense," Gu Changji said impatiently, "Can't get up? I'm starving to death."

Having dinner is another new torture for Gu Changji.

At this time, he wished that he was eating fast food with no guarantee of safety, instead of sitting here for two hours with a man who only bickered with him.

He originally wanted to ask Liu Xi to come over for dinner, but Liu Xi's day and night were completely reversed, and he was still recovering from sleep at this time.

He picked up the cutlery and cut the steak boredly.He likes to eat medium rare, and the sauce must be fragrant, but the steak in this restaurant is still a little undercooked.

At seven o'clock in the evening, a young man in the middle of the restaurant played the piano.The leisurely melody swayed gently, like red wine in a glass.

"Field's "Nocturne"." He Zhang said.

Gu Changji: "Expert."

"When I was at Julia, I used to play it a lot at dances."

Gu Changji knew that He Zhang applied to go abroad by himself, and based on the conversation he heard today, he could probably imagine why He Zhang was unwilling to spend his family's money to study abroad.

Hate it, hate it, but this made him admire from the bottom of his heart.

"Do you often hold dances?" He followed He Zhang's words and asked.

"Very often." Perhaps because of the music, He Zhang's expression softened, "I also hold my own concerts, which can be used as practice."

Gu Changji said, "Have you done it before?"

"No." He Zhang replied.

The topic ended here, and Gu Changji became embarrassed again.

He could only turn his head to look at the scenery.

Their location is the best scenic viewing area of ​​this restaurant.You can overlook the river surface reflecting the neon lights and the commercial districts on both sides of the river.

He Zhang looked down, accompanied by the soft piano music, and had some illusions in a trance.

He was beginning to feel a little like the crow in the mock painting.