【037】 Let’s go to the farm together
Xi Lang stretched out his hand, pulled the man into his arms and hugged him tightly, stroking his back gently, then let go as if nothing had happened.
"Don't overthink it."
Gu Juan was completely stunned. After Xi Lang let him go, he still maintained a crooked posture. He suddenly came to his senses, supported himself on the table with his hands, and stood up straight.
"You also said it was 'seemingly'. Do you have any evidence?" Xi Lang asked.
"There is no strong evidence for the time being, but according to my judgment, it is nine out of ten." Gu Juan paused and told his plan, "I plan to ask someone to get that person's hair and do a paternity test. However, as far as I know, a paternity test requires the ID of both parties, but it is unlikely that I can get the other party's ID... I thought about it, and you are the only one who can help me." He looked at Xi Lang apologetically, and he was going to trouble him again.
Xi Lang nodded. "I'm glad you didn't act on your own. However, I don't have any connections in Congzhou. I need to send the sample back to the imperial capital, which will take at least four or five days."
Gu Juan was very calm, "It doesn't matter. Things have come to this point. Whether it's four or five days or four or five months doesn't make any difference."
Xi Lang said, "Give it to me as soon as you get the sample."
Gu Juan sighed inwardly. He owed Xi Lang too many favors and could only repay them slowly in the future.
Xi Lang didn't want him to worry too much, so he glanced out the window. The rain had stopped, so he stood up and said, "Let's talk while we walk. A few friends asked me to go fishing at the farm this weekend. Are you interested in joining us?"
"Fishing?" Gu Juan laughed. This was something only old men liked to do. He thought it would be better to just call Xi Lang "old man" from now on.
Xi Lang thought it best not to ask what he was laughing at. "Are you going?"
"Go, do you need to bring your own fishing rod?"
"No, you can rent it at the farm."
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There were no classes on Friday afternoon. After lunch, Gu Juan returned to the dormitory to pack his luggage.
Zhao Rui said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Third Brother, you look like you have plans for the weekend? Second Brother and I are from other places, so you and Zhang Cong should show us your hospitality and take us out to play. Why do you always leave us behind? This is a betrayal of the organization, and you must be held accountable!"
Liu Hui was busy eating potato chips, making a crunching sound, and nodded repeatedly in agreement with Zhao Rui.
Zhang Cong curled his lips and said to Zhao Rui, "Take you guys out to play? If you didn't say that while playing on the computer, the third brother and I would believe it. Boss, let me tell you, you're really addicted to the internet."
Zhao Rui didn't take it seriously, his fingers still tapping, without even turning his head, "It's only during your freshman year that you can really relax. Don't worry, I know what's going on."
Gu Juan said, "I have something to do this weekend, so I'll bring you gifts when I return to school. Otherwise, how about Zhang Cong and I take you around the city next weekend?"
"I have no objection." Zhang Cong stuffed the book into his bag.
"It's settled then." Zhao Rui made the decision.
After returning home, Gu Juan spent his time practicing according to the routine.
On Saturday morning, the weather was fine and sunny. After he finished washing up, Xi Lang called him to open the door.
He turned on the speaker and put the phone on the dining table, "Password 493672, come in yourself." After taking some things out of the space, he went to open the living room door.
Xi Lang entered the room and saw the mess on the table. "I brought you breakfast. Clean up after breakfast."
"Yeah. Have you eaten yet?" Gu Juan saw dumplings and a cup of hot soy milk in the paper bag and went to the kitchen to wash his hands. "Are those dumplings from the breakfast shop downstairs? The dumplings are the only good breakfast at that shop; the rest taste just average."
"I've eaten. It's from that restaurant." Xi Lang looked at the dozen or so exquisite conical glass bottles on the table, each filled with red, green, and other colorful liquids. "What are these?"
"This is the fruit wine I brewed myself." Gu Juan stuffed a steamed dumpling into his mouth. "Can we bring alcohol from outside to the farm? Didn't you say you were going with a few friends? I'm sorry you brought me along, so consider this wine a welcome gift."
"Those friends are all close, so there's no need to be so polite. You're younger than them, so this should be a gift for you. You can bring your own alcohol to the farm, and they make a lot of money from alcohol." Xi Lang picked up a bottle of red. "Is this wine?"
"Yes. There's also apple cider, pear cider, hawthorn cider... I remember there seems to be a cardboard box of instant noodles at home. You can look for it, it should be perfect for these glass bottles."
"Eat less instant noodles," Xi Lang said, getting up and looking for the carton, which he found in the kitchen. The carton contained 24 bags, but when he saw only two were left, his brow furrowed. He took the noodles out, carried the empty carton back to the dining room, and said without question, "Come back on weekends, and if I'm home, come to my place for dinner."
"Okay, I'll buy some groceries," Gu Juan agreed readily. After finishing his soy milk and wiping his lips, he helped him put the wine into the cartons. "I've saved a few bottles for you. Try them today and see which flavor you like. Come back to me later." He always managed to buy delicious fruit, and Xi Lang must have had some questions, but he was confident that Xi Lang wouldn't ask. This was also their tacit understanding.
It was already past eight o'clock when the two of them finished packing.
When they got downstairs, Gu Juan saw that Xi Lang had changed his car again, an SUV. Having known Xi Lang for so long, he gradually understood that some wealthy people's extravagant lifestyles weren't meant to show off their wealth, but rather were forced to do so at that level; otherwise, they'd seem out of place. For example, if everyone at a banquet was wearing exquisite gowns, and you chose to wear a rough, sloppily tailored street vendor item, you'd not only attract gossip but also upset the host. Why bother? Following the rules made everyone happy. For example, Xi Lang didn't buy several of his cars himself; some were gifts from business partners or friends. While ordinary people might think millions of dollars were expensive, for people at their level, it was perfectly normal.
Of course, Xi Lang was driving. The car moved forward and out of the city.
"Have you ever thought about getting a driver's license?"
"I've already made plans." Gu Juan took out an apple from his backpack and ate it. "Now that I live close to school, there's no need to buy a car. After graduation, I'll go to the capital, and then I'll get a driver's license and buy a car."
[Today I checked the contents of Chapter 036 on my computer, and it was still the wrong old content, so I updated it early to see if I could "press" out the correct content of the previous chapter. :-(
Then I just tried a different browser, and it showed the content of 036. ╮(╯_╰)╭So, what's going on...】
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