C68 Passing through your world

"Gu Yu, do you want to pass by me from now on?" Zhang Heng got on the plane to Japan. He knew that Gu Yue only avoided him because he did not dare to face the wounds in his heart, and also because Zhang Heng had decided that he would not immediately stand in front of Gu Ke and ask him to stay with him! He would have guaranteed eternal love. That would have been too empty...

He would use the most genuine action to prove that his love was 100%, but his love could also withstand the storm. It would not be so easy to disillusion.

If Gu Ke thinks that being with me is hurting me, then I will use my greatest strength to explain to him that being with me is definitely not hurting me. On the contrary, I will only get hurt if you escape from me!

"..." "Excuse me, sir, do you need any service?" the flight attendant asked softly.

Zhang Hengheng was like a ferocious Chinese gangster who flew from China to Japan to collect debts from Japanese gangs. He remained silent. "..."

The flight attendant could only reluctantly leave.

After getting off the plane, Zhang Heng quickly took a taxi and rushed to Tokyo City. This time, he did not plan to stay in a hotel. How lonely would it be if he stayed alone in a hotel with no one by his side?

So lonely! So lonely!

He would rather die than endure the night without permission!

Because Gu Zhen likes to be accurate, he loves to be accurate to the point of going crazy.

In normal times, you might think that the relationship between Gu Ke and Zhang Heng was a very normal one. However, their hearts were all filled with unease, and their emotions fluctuated up and down.

When Zhang Heng had no documents to look through, he always stared at Gu Que. Sometimes, when there were only a few documents to be confirmed and confirmed by Zhang Heng's signature and reading, Zhang Heng would stare at Gu Que in this way for almost half a day.

Although it seemed like Zhang Heng was staring blankly into the air, he was really aiming at Gu Qishao to fire!

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly. He placed one hand on his forehead and turned his head to Gu Zhen's side, staring at him, as if he had a precious treasure that could slip away at any time.

Gu Zhen was working very seriously, so he didn't pay much attention to Zhang Heng's gaze. However, Zhang Heng's gaze was very passionate and passionate, as if he wanted to see through everything in the world.

"…" At one point, Gou attempted to stand up and lift Zhang's collar — and then, as in the TV series — "Why do you keep looking at me?"

"…" However, Gu Yue just stood up, grabbed a teacup, and walked out of the office to fill it up with water. Then, a faint voice came from behind, "I want it too."

"…" Gu Ke turned around and took the teacup from Zhang Heng. In that instant, Zhang Heng's fingertip touched Gu Ke's fingertip. He didn't know why, but he always felt as if something had scratched him, causing him to feel itchy in his heart.

It had been like this before, seven years ago.

Every time, including during class, Zhang Heng would quietly bend his back and stick his head in front of him — because the teacher had his back to the class and was writing a book on the blackboard. Following the usual pattern, the homeroom teacher's next lesson, after finishing the paper, would be to revisit the questions in the class summary. Then … Who did the form teacher like to smoke the most?

Like to smoke those who will definitely not be able to answer, like Zhang Heng, and then use his perfect knowledge Zhang Heng face to achieve his own teaching satisfaction, this is it!

As expected, the head teacher had called Zhang Heng out and answered the question — —

"Zhang Heng, what kind of feelings does this poem express?"

"…" Zhang Heng scratched his head. He used his peripheral vision to scan the notebook on the table, as well as the notes densely written on the textbook. He did not know what the main point was, but he was able to see the word 'love' …

And he answered: "The poet is full of vigor, and misses his wife, and needs the nourishment of love."

"…" Blue veins were popping out of the head teacher's forehead. It could be seen that the head teacher didn't want to bother with Zhang Heng, and even hoped that he would never appear in the Important Class she was leading. It was too embarrassing! He was already a junior high student, yet he was able to easily analyze the mistakes in such an ancient poem.

"You are allowed to answer Zhang Heng." The homeroom teacher pointed out by name and allowed Gu Ke to stand up to answer Zhang Heng's foolish question.

Gu Qishao smoothly recited the correct answer to every single word of this poem. The homeroom teacher very satisfactorily told Gu Ke to sit down and nodded his head in approval.

After class was over, Gu Ke's head was lowered as he sat in front of the homework assigned by the homeroom teacher. Behind him, Zhang Heng saw Gu Ke still sitting in front of him with his head lowered. He had already attended two consecutive classes on Chinese.

If he put his head close to Gu Qishao's head, even if he couldn't pass on much of his intelligence, would he be able to pass on the secret to Gu Shenwei that his head didn't hurt?

Thus, Zhang Heng got up and walked in front of Gu Ke. He lowered his waist, making very light movements, but he still didn't feel anything. He lowered his head and continued to write poetry and read modern Chinese.

"Why did you ignore me?" Zhang Heng stretched out his left hand and gently placed it on Gu Gao's head. Then, he brought his forehead closer, just like that, the two of them pressed their foreheads together, their noses pressed against each other. Fortunately, the students in the class all took advantage of the sunny afternoon to go out and exercise. Other than a few of them who were still tired from the sleepiness, the only ones who could see were Gu Ke and Zhang Heng.

"…" Gu Ke stared into Zhang Heng's eyes. He didn't know what Zhang Heng was doing. Although he knew that this action was usually done after someone had a fever and when that person had a fever, someone would check if that person had a fever, but …

He did not have a fever, and now that he was being pasted like this, the temperature was even higher. Originally, it was summer time, but the air conditioner was on in the classroom, so the temperature was very low. So he put on a school jacket and went outside.

His body was very cold now, but he could clearly feel his face heating up.

"Zhang Heng, I don't have a fever …" Although he didn't have a fever, the cold air coming out from the air-conditioning stimulated Gu Ke. He hurriedly sneezed.

"Are you cold?" Zhang Ergong did not leave Gu Ke, but stared at him with his eyes as he straightforwardly asked. Being stared at like this, Gu Zhen's heart seemed to skip a beat. He actually felt like his soul had left his body.

"..." "Me." Zhang Heng straightened up and put on the school uniform he was wearing. "Wear mine. You're so thin and weak, don't you dare wait until you catch a cold."

That time, his gaze was the same as before, his heart skipped a beat, so in his office today, Zhang Heng was always looking at Gu Ke, smiling strangely as he looked at him.

"…" It was the same feeling as it had been seven years ago. It felt exactly the same, but there was something different about it. Gu Ke didn't know that at that time, he had already fallen for Zhang Heng. However, seven years ago, he didn't know that seven years later, he would not be much better off. At most, he would have improved a little.

Our babe is this kind of sluggishness, it seems to be the art of reading too many books, become a little sluggish.

Zhang Heng dragged his luggage to the autumn leaf field and sat on the second floor of his childhood sweetheart's shop, crossing his legs and reading a cartoon. In fact, he was absent-minded. He had been worrying about Gu Ke's permission the entire time. But he had to wait for his childhood sweetheart to close the shop. Even if the shop manager's little friend closed the door early, he still had to leave in the evening. Therefore, Zhang Heng simply monopolized the second floor's collection.

This place is full of memories …

A few hours later, as the sun set in the west, the yellow light of the sun shone through the window into the room and onto the floor, illuminating Chang's hair with a golden sheen. After a while, Gu Zhen fell into a deep sleep, and just like before, he lied on my lap. The golden sunlight shone on his hair, making it look very gentle and beautiful.

He really wished that time would stop just like that, allowing Gu Zhen to stay by his side for the rest of his life. But he didn't want time to stop there, because at that time, Gu Yue hadn't said anything and also didn't confirm the relationship between the two.

He hoped that the two of them would end up with the real husband...

"Let's go, my lovelorn young master." When he opened the door, he saw Zhang Heng lying on the back of the sofa with his head propped on his hands and knees, looking out the window at the sun setting behind the department store. Occasionally, a flock of geese would fly past, calling out to each other, and pedestrians would hurry home through the zebra crossing and the traffic lights.

At this time, Gu Qishao was most likely off duty. And now? Do you have a good meal? Where are you in Japan?

The store manager put down the book he had brought with him and placed it on his shelf. As he placed it on the shelf, he asked, "Have you left? "You just said that you wanted me to take you back earlier, and now that you're holding yourself back, what do you want to do?"

"Let's go …" Zhang Heng stumbled as he stood up, a little muddle-headed.

In fact, even though on the surface, Zhang Heng appeared to be omnipotent and was a perfect CEO, but in reality, he was also an ordinary person. Furthermore, he had fallen in love for the first time and had fallen in love with a man. This was perhaps the difference between Zhang Heng and others.

"..." Tell me, can I find him? If I do, will he come back with me? " Zhang Heng sat in the delivery van of the shop manager and his friends.

Even though the delivery van of the shop manager and his friend was a small piece of bread, it still took many years to make. Under normal circumstances, Zhang Heng wouldn't even sit down if he was beaten to death. Moreover, he would complain about it in every way possible. It couldn't be said that Zhang Heng had the temper of a eldest young master. Not only was the leather of the sofa on the seat broken, the cotton inside was also exposed. When one sat down, air would leak out. Furthermore, it was filthy inside … Because the shop manager's children are lazy, it is not easy to clean all year round.

"I really have no confidence, and I'm so afraid …"

Zhang Heng began to give up on himself. The shop manager and the children who were sitting at the side could not take it any longer. They could only step on the accelerator and throw Zhang Heng back home.

Then she slapped him a few times. "Don't be terrified! If you don't, you might be able to make it! "