Chapter 59 Chapter 59 Vision

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"Good morning, little Gu. How are you today? Are you feeling better?"

On a sunny morning, Gu Mengran finished washing up, opened the door and walked out, and ran into Zheng Yijie who was walking leisurely towards the driver's seat with a can of Coke.

Zheng Yijie's face was beaming with joy, as if he had just picked up some money. His smile was particularly bright.

In response to his concern, Gu Mengran said, "Better," then looked at him suspiciously and said with a smile, "You're in a good mood. Why don't you share your good news with me?"

This question hit the nail on the head. Zheng Yijie stood on tiptoe and patted Gu Mengran on the shoulder, proudly saying, "Brother officially took up the post today. Please call me Captain Zheng from now on."

"On the job? Have you been studying for a week?" Gu Mengran asked.

Zheng Yijie raised his eyebrows and snorted softly, "Don't mind your own business. Grandpa Meng said that he will take care of the family affairs in the future, so you don't have to worry too much."

Gu Mengran: ...Master, you are pretty quick.

Gu Mengran was a little worried about handing the Feng Yi over to a novice, but his grandfather took Zheng Yijie to study all day long, so he must have carefully considered letting Zheng Yijie take charge.

After much hesitation, Gu Mengran did not raise any objections. He just looked at Zheng Yijie and said seriously, "Pay more attention, don't be distracted or fall asleep, just follow the Giant Engine 5 steadily."

Let's talk business. Zheng Yijie stopped joking and nodded seriously, "I know. Handing the Wind Wing to me is equivalent to handing your life to me. I will definitely protect her and will not let you down."

Gu Mengran said "hmm" and walked towards the restaurant.

"Wait a moment, Gu Mengran."

Before he could take a step forward, Zheng Yijie called him.

Gu Mengran turned around in confusion, and Zheng Yijie suddenly came up to him, with a wicked smile on his face, and asked mysteriously: "Did Liang Zhao come to see you last night?"

"I don't know, I fell asleep." Gu Mengran said calmly.

Zheng Yijie raised his lips and said with a frown, "I got up in the middle of the night to find something to eat, but he called me to the driver's seat to take over. He said he had something to do, so I thought... he must have secretly gone to see you."

He deliberately lowered his voice for the last few words. Gu Mengran always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it. So he was silent for a few seconds, and then he asked Zheng Yijie, "I'm sick. What's the problem with you coming to see me?"

"He takes time out to see you even when he's on duty. What does this mean? It means he cares about you and you're in his heart!" Zheng Yijie glared at him with half-closed eyes, and that look contained a hint of regret that they could not get along.

Gu Mengran was confused. "What do you mean? My brother is——"

"Brother!" Zheng Yijie interrupted him and smiled meaningfully, "Stop pretending. Not only do I know that you two are not brothers, I also know that you have feelings for him."

After saying this, Zheng Yijie gave him a look that showed he understood.

Gu Mengran did understand, and looked at him with a smile, "Well, if you know, then you know."

"Be frank with me. After all, I'm an online writer. I know a lot of tricks and can even help you with plans - huh?" Zheng Yijie was completely surprised when he was about to say this, and the pride on his face turned into shock.

"No, didn't Master Meng say that you were very awkward and wouldn't allow anyone to mention it? How come you... admit it now?"

Gu Mengran did not answer but asked: "Then you still dare to mention it?"

"I, I just want to help you." Zheng Yijie said righteously.

"I appreciate your kindness, but please don't get involved in adult matters and go have fun."

After Gu Mengran finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving Zheng Yijie confused.

If Zheng Yijie had come and said nonsense a day ago, Gu Mengran might have turned against him. It would have been fine if his grandfather had just joked with him, but Zheng Yijie had dared to come and rub salt into his wounds, so he would definitely not be able to give him a good face.

Today is different from yesterday. Although Gu Mengran himself is still a little confused, it does not prevent him from being in a good mood.

But... grandpa is such a terrible sieve!

Is it okay to talk about this kind of thing everywhere?

Walking into the restaurant with a little dissatisfaction, the old man was sitting at the table, eating corn with pickles. Gu Mengran pulled out a stool and sat opposite him, staring at his grandfather intently without moving the steaming corn on the table.

After eating half a corn, the old man finally realized something was wrong. He puffed up his cheeks, stopped chewing, and squinted at Gu Mengran, "What are you looking at? Can't eat? How about I make you some porridge?"

His heart softened all of a sudden. Gu Mengran looked at his grandfather with resentment and sighed helplessly, "Grandpa, I told you not to talk nonsense, why did you tell Zheng Yijie about Liang Zhao and me?"

The old man was stunned at first, then wiped his mouth in an unnatural manner, and said awkwardly: "Well, I didn't say it, he, he guessed it himself."

"How is that possible? He clearly always thought Liang Zhao was my brother."

"Ahem!" The old man cleared his throat and stammered, "He asked me what the relationship was between you and Liang Zhao, and I asked him to guess, but he said directly that you two were a couple. I was afraid he would misunderstand, so I just explained a few words."

"How can it be explained that I have those kinds of thoughts about Liang Zhao? Is there any difference between a young couple and an unrequited love? Are you sure you didn't start a conversation with him?" Gu Mengran rubbed his brows, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

When people are embarrassed, they become very busy. The old man put down the corn, opened the thermos, sipped the tea, and took a moment out of his busy schedule to explain: "What are you talking about? His brain is different from ordinary people. You can guess everything he says."

Gu Mengran crossed his arms and watched his grandfather busying around. "You still blame me for being smart? If you hadn't said anything, then..."

"Oh, it's already half past nine. I have to go to the cab."

The old man held the thermos in one hand and the corn in the other, and hurriedly got up and ran away from the scene as if he was fleeing from disaster.

Gu Mengran: Hey!

The person who was taking over had left, and the person who was leaving would probably be back soon. Gu Mengran went to the kitchen to wash his hands, then sat back at the dining table, picked up a boiled corn from the basket, and ate it kernel by kernel.

Liang Zhao came back just after peeling two rows of corn. He also went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and then sat in the old man's seat, opposite Gu Mengran.

"Is the fever gone? Are you feeling any worse?"

Without even glancing at the food, Liang Zhao stared at Gu Mengran without blinking, his eyes frank and full of concern.

Gu Mengran paused for a moment, peeled off a grain of corn and put it into his mouth, then nodded slightly, "It seems to be a little bit, I can't feel it myself, how about you touch it?"

Who wouldn't be more frank? Gu Mengran said as he leaned his head forward a little, just within the reach of Liang Zhao.

Looking across the table, Liang Zhao's calm eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he was the first to look away, "I just washed my hands and they're not dry yet, I'll go take the temperature--"

"Don't worry, it's probably just a low fever. I'll go take some medicine later." Gu Mengran smiled slightly and handed over a boiled corn. "Eat first. You must be tired after staying up all night."

Liang Zhao didn't say anything more. He took the corn and ate it slowly.

Gu Mengran was not going to let him go. After Liang Zhao finished eating half a corn cob, he suddenly raised his head and pretended that he had just remembered something. He said casually, "By the way, I heard from Zheng Yijie that you came to see me last night?"

Liang Zhao was obviously stunned, but it was only for a short second. He swallowed the food in his mouth and said slowly: "Well, I came in the middle of the night and you were already asleep. I was worried that you still had a fever, so I took your temperature."

"Really?" Gu Mengran raised his eyebrows and stared at him, "Did you really just take the temperature?"

Liang Zhao lowered his eyes and looked away, uttering a muffled "hmm".

Gu Mengran used corn to cover the corners of his mouth that he couldn't help but raise, and said vaguely: "But how can I remember..."

As if he hadn't heard Gu Mengran's words, Liang Zhao lowered his eyes and said to himself, "The channel is getting wider and wider, and the fuel for the Juqing 5 is ready. After discussion, we decided to wait until it's cooler in the evening and transfer some diesel to the Fengyi by berthing side by side."

The change of topic was so abrupt that Gu Mengran almost laughed out loud.

Having never seen Liang Zhao avoid a question so deliberately, Gu Mengran found it interesting and raised his chin and said, "I'm sick, Liang Zhao. Grandpa said he would give me a holiday, but I'm not in charge now. Let's talk about last night. Last night I--"

"Meng Ran."

Determined not to let him finish his words, Liang Zhao suddenly called him seriously. His eyes, which were calm and rarely showed any emotion, were now filled with an indescribable embarrassment.

Just enough, Gu Mengran didn't have the courage to burst this dreamlike bubble. He didn't mean to embarrass Liang Zhao, he laughed softly, tilted his head and looked at Liang Zhao innocently, "Did you forget the cooling patch? Didn't you put it on?"

The tension lingering in the restaurant gradually dissipated. Liang Zhao visibly relaxed. His frown relaxed and he looked back at Gu Mengran with a very complicated look.

An unknown amount of time had passed, the corn on the table was almost cold. Liang Zhao opened his mouth slightly and uttered a short syllable when a rustling white noise suddenly sounded from behind him.

The intercom rang, and Zheng Yijie's slightly panicked voice came from inside: "Liang Zhao, Master Meng! There's something wrong on the river, come to the cab and take a look!"

Putting personal matters aside, Gu Mengran and Liang Zhao sat up and walked quickly to the driver's cabin.

The old man arrived first. When Gu Mengran and Liang Zhao hurried over, he was standing alone by the window, looking at the river through the glass, with an unusually solemn expression.

The sun had already risen and it was no longer pitch black at night. Gu Mengran walked straight to the window and with a casual glance outside he knew what had happened.

The Feng Yi was still sailing, the propeller submerged in the water was spinning at high speed, the calm river surface was like boiling water, the waves were surging and the area around the ship was white.

At first glance, there seems to be nothing unusual, but when you move your eyes to the shore, the water not moved by the propeller is also white.

It wasn't the waves, nor the sun's reflection, but rather - countless dead fish floating on the shore with their white bellies up. They were so densely packed that they almost covered the entire surface of the river, and the stench could be smelled through the glass.