Chapter 13
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Fu Zhen didn't know that the person who came to buy the film and television copyright of the chronicle of Shazhou was sent by Fu Ting, not to mention that Fu Ting planned to come in person after his assistant failed to purchase the copyright.
After noon, the sky became overcast. The wind swept the dust on the ground, whistling through his ears and running to the South sky, Fu Zhen's legs were even more painful in such a weather.
He pushed a cart and many workers were busy on the construction site, wondering whether to ask the foreman for leave to go home and draw pictures.
When Fu Zhen hesitated, the foreman suddenly came out of the guard's office and stopped him: "Fu Zhen, someone is looking for you."
Fu zhenleng for a moment, some hesitation, he did not think of this time who will come to find himself, he has no relatives, no friends.
Who is waiting for him outside the construction site now?
He pushed the cart aside and moved slowly toward the door with his painful left leg.
The foreman looked at Fu Zhen's speed comparable to a snail, and added: "give you ten minutes, go back quickly."
Fu Zhen should a, endure the pain to speed up the pace.
Fu Ting did not expect that what he saw would be such a scene. In his memory, the younger brother, who was always dressed neatly, was proud and expensive. Now he was wearing blue overalls full of dust, his face was covered with dust, and his back was a little bent, and he walked unsteadily.
He had seen the photos of Fu Zhen on the construction site, but at that time, he always felt that it was not true. It was not like what the young master Fu Zhen could do. Until now, he has seen this scene with his own eyes.
Fu Zhen didn't expect that it would be Fu Ting who was looking for himself. He stopped at once and turned to leave. Fu Ting stopped behind him and said, "I have something to tell you."
Fu Zhenzhen felt that he and Fu Ting had nothing to say. His back gradually straightened up and became stiff. He never wanted to look back and see Fu Ting again.
He couldn't think of what Fu Ting was looking for. He thought of the past two years ago. He thought that he was too kind to himself. Now he wants to take another breath for Tang?
Fu Ting said coldly, "if you want to stay here tomorrow, you'd better stay now."
Fu Zhen:
He turned his head and looked steadily at Fu Ting opposite him. There was a hole in the bottom of his heart, and the north wind roared through it.
The last time I saw Fu Ting outside the bar, he thought he could completely put it down. But today he saw Fu Ting again and realized that deleting the photo from his mobile phone album does not mean that this person has completely disappeared from his life. Every time I think about them or see them, it is like cutting meat with a blunt knife. When the meat can fall, he does not Yes, but the process of cutting meat is always pulling the skin and connecting the tendons, which makes the flesh and blood fuzzy and bloody.
He said to Fu Ting, "I still have to work. I'll talk about it when I get off work."
Fu Ting was not satisfied with Fu Zhen's response and said, "my time is limited."
Fu Zhen gave a bitter smile and looked a little bleak. He asked Fu Ting, "well, please pay me half a day's wages, fifty."
Fu Ting looks at Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen's expression is very calm, and there is no meaning of joking in his eyes. Fu Ting frowns. He probably didn't expect to say such vulgar words from Fu Zhen's mouth.
Now he should take out a hundred yuan bill from his wallet and throw it on Fu Zhen, or give a sneer and say a few sarcastic remarks.
However, he can't do anything now. He can see his figure in the eyes of Fu Zhen opposite him. His appearance is like a monster with big teeth and claws. Fu Ting just feels that there is a basin of ice water pouring down his head, which makes him cold to his bones, and his blood coagulates at this moment.
After a long time, he said, "I'll see you at night."
With that, he took a deep look at Fu Zhen and turned to drive away.
Fu Ting left the figure a bit embarrassed, Fu Zhen ignored Fu Ting's abnormality, he did not want to consider what Fu Ting was thinking in his mind, and did not want to know what he was looking for himself to do. He only hoped that he would never see him again.
But he failed to do so. In the evening, when he came home from work, he met Fu Ting again downstairs. As he said in the afternoon, he came to find himself.
Fu Zhen leaned against the wall behind him and carried the wind on his back. His left leg felt better. Fu Ting, who was standing opposite him, did not speak, like a piece of wood. Fu Zhen was still anxious to go back to draw pictures. He could only take the initiative to ask him, "what is the matter with Mr. Fu?"
"I want to buy the film and television copyright of Shazhou chronicle," Fu Ting said
It turns out that for this reason, Fu Zhen remembered that a few days ago, there were people who wanted to buy this from themselves, but they refused. So it seems that the person should also be sent by Fu ting.
How did he want to buy the copyright of the Shazhou chronicle? The Fu family didn't open an entertainment company. Fu Zhen understood after a little thought that although the Fu family didn't run an entertainment company, there was a precious daughter who was a fool in the entertainment industry. The copyright of Shazhou chronicle was mostly bought and sent to Tang Xianwan.
Fu Zhen refused Fu Ting: "I don't sell it."Fu Ting looked at Fu Zhen in front of him. His face was gloomy as if he was about to drip water. When he stepped forward, Fu Zhen was startled. His left leg didn't stand firm and sprained. He took a breath of cool air and didn't cry out for pain.
Fu Ting looked down at Fu Zhen's left leg. After a while, he began to speak Your legs? "
After a while, Fu Zhen looked up and looked at Fu ting with a trace of irony in his eyes. He spoke softly and asked Fu Ting, "is Mr. Fu trying to threaten me and break my other leg?"
After finishing these words, Fu Zhen lowered his head again. His long eyelashes cast a small shadow. No one knew what he was thinking at this time.
Fu Ting was stunned. He just didn't mean that. He just Just want to ask how his legs are now.
He also disdained to explain to Fu Zhen, and said to Fu Zhen in a cool tone of talking about business affairs: "Shazhou chronicle studio was built by my father and I for you, and the later dubbing and music of Shazhou chronicle is also the person I helped you find. Without us, the Shazhou chronicle could not be broadcast at all. You said, what percentage of shares should my father and I hold in your studio?"
Fu Zhen suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Fu Ting opposite him. His black eyes seemed to be an abyss, which absorbed the soul of Fu ting.
Fu Ting's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. He opened his lips, but before he could speak, he heard Fu Zhen say to himself, "OK, I'll sell it to you."
His tone was relaxed, and he could not hear the embarrassment at all. Fu Ting doubted whether Fu zhengangcai's refusal was asking him to refuse.
"The copyright of Shazhou chronicle can be given to you," Fu Zhen repeated. "I have two requirements."
Fu Ting didn't like Fu Zhen's appearance. He said faintly, "don't push your luck."
"First, I hope you and fu Mr. Fu Jianchen, don't disturb me again, "Fu Zhen pauses slightly, then adds to Fu Ting," even if we meet on the road, we should treat each other as strangers. "
This request is not too much, and even quite in line with Fu Ting's wishes. If it was not for the tortuous desire for the film and television copyright of Shazhou chronicle, he did not want to see Fu Zhen. Fu Ting did not hesitate to nod his head: "OK."
Fu Zhen also nodded his head and continued: "second, I will not update the chronicle of Shazhou in the future. You can make up the following stories as you want, and don't look for me again."
Fu Zhen's tone was gradually lowered with a sense of relief.
"Yes." Fu Ting nodded. Fu Zhen didn't complete the Shazhou chronicle by himself. He could find other people who worked in the studio at that time to complete the rest of the Shazhou chronicle.
Fu Zhen raised his hand and made a high five gesture to Fu ting.
Winter evenings always come earlier. The sky is going to be dark unconsciously. Under the twilight and the dim street lamp, Fu Ting has many cocoons on Fu Zhen's palm that he has never seen before.
He was in a trance for a moment, vaguely remembering that he would slap Fu Zhen every time he made an agreement with Fu Zhen. This was what he learned from cartoons. At that time, he was still young and was not old enough to go to school. All day long, he would watch cartoons with teddy bears on the sofa, or shoot balls in the small garden behind the villa.
By the time Fu Ting came back to God, Fu Zhen had already taken back his hand. He laughed with a trace of irony: "forget it, what are you doing with high fives now? When will Mr. Fu draw up the contract, please come to me to sign it. "
"Good." Fu tingdao.
Fu Zhen turned around and walked toward the corridor. The voice control lights in the corridor were broken a lot, and his figure gradually disappeared in the darkness.
Fu Ting stood in the same place for a long time. Darkness and cold floated around him like ghosts. In his mind, for a moment, Fu Zhengang said something to himself, and at the other time, Tang called his brother with coquetry. Fu Ting turned around, got on the car and left the place.
When Fu Zhen went up the stairs, his mind flashed with Fu ting and Fu Jianchen as a child Dad called his nickname, opened his arms and lifted him up from the lawn. His brother saw the schoolbook which was wet by him, and pretended to be very angry. He raised his hand as if to spank his butt. He called out, hugged his father's neck tightly, and resolutely did not give up.
He thought he would not cry, but tears burst out of his eyes involuntarily. The lights in the corridor were dim. He staggered and fell directly on the corner of the stairs, and he could not get up again.
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Fu Zhen didn't know that the person who came to buy the film and television copyright of the chronicle of Shazhou was sent by Fu Ting, not to mention that Fu Ting planned to come in person after his assistant failed to purchase the copyright.
After noon, the sky became overcast. The wind swept the dust on the ground, whistling through his ears and running to the South sky, Fu Zhen's legs were even more painful in such a weather.
He pushed a cart and many workers were busy on the construction site, wondering whether to ask the foreman for leave to go home and draw pictures.
When Fu Zhen hesitated, the foreman suddenly came out of the guard's office and stopped him: "Fu Zhen, someone is looking for you."
Fu zhenleng for a moment, some hesitation, he did not think of this time who will come to find himself, he has no relatives, no friends.
Who is waiting for him outside the construction site now?
He pushed the cart aside and moved slowly toward the door with his painful left leg.
The foreman looked at Fu Zhen's speed comparable to a snail, and added: "give you ten minutes, go back quickly."
Fu Zhen should a, endure the pain to speed up the pace.
Fu Ting did not expect that what he saw would be such a scene. In his memory, the younger brother, who was always dressed neatly, was proud and expensive. Now he was wearing blue overalls full of dust, his face was covered with dust, and his back was a little bent, and he walked unsteadily.
He had seen the photos of Fu Zhen on the construction site, but at that time, he always felt that it was not true. It was not like what the young master Fu Zhen could do. Until now, he has seen this scene with his own eyes.
Fu Zhen didn't expect that it would be Fu Ting who was looking for himself. He stopped at once and turned to leave. Fu Ting stopped behind him and said, "I have something to tell you."
Fu Zhenzhen felt that he and Fu Ting had nothing to say. His back gradually straightened up and became stiff. He never wanted to look back and see Fu Ting again.
He couldn't think of what Fu Ting was looking for. He thought of the past two years ago. He thought that he was too kind to himself. Now he wants to take another breath for Tang?
Fu Ting said coldly, "if you want to stay here tomorrow, you'd better stay now."
Fu Zhen:
He turned his head and looked steadily at Fu Ting opposite him. There was a hole in the bottom of his heart, and the north wind roared through it.
The last time I saw Fu Ting outside the bar, he thought he could completely put it down. But today he saw Fu Ting again and realized that deleting the photo from his mobile phone album does not mean that this person has completely disappeared from his life. Every time I think about them or see them, it is like cutting meat with a blunt knife. When the meat can fall, he does not Yes, but the process of cutting meat is always pulling the skin and connecting the tendons, which makes the flesh and blood fuzzy and bloody.
He said to Fu Ting, "I still have to work. I'll talk about it when I get off work."
Fu Ting was not satisfied with Fu Zhen's response and said, "my time is limited."
Fu Zhen gave a bitter smile and looked a little bleak. He asked Fu Ting, "well, please pay me half a day's wages, fifty."
Fu Ting looks at Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen's expression is very calm, and there is no meaning of joking in his eyes. Fu Ting frowns. He probably didn't expect to say such vulgar words from Fu Zhen's mouth.
Now he should take out a hundred yuan bill from his wallet and throw it on Fu Zhen, or give a sneer and say a few sarcastic remarks.
However, he can't do anything now. He can see his figure in the eyes of Fu Zhen opposite him. His appearance is like a monster with big teeth and claws. Fu Ting just feels that there is a basin of ice water pouring down his head, which makes him cold to his bones, and his blood coagulates at this moment.
After a long time, he said, "I'll see you at night."
With that, he took a deep look at Fu Zhen and turned to drive away.
Fu Ting left the figure a bit embarrassed, Fu Zhen ignored Fu Ting's abnormality, he did not want to consider what Fu Ting was thinking in his mind, and did not want to know what he was looking for himself to do. He only hoped that he would never see him again.
But he failed to do so. In the evening, when he came home from work, he met Fu Ting again downstairs. As he said in the afternoon, he came to find himself.
Fu Zhen leaned against the wall behind him and carried the wind on his back. His left leg felt better. Fu Ting, who was standing opposite him, did not speak, like a piece of wood. Fu Zhen was still anxious to go back to draw pictures. He could only take the initiative to ask him, "what is the matter with Mr. Fu?"
"I want to buy the film and television copyright of Shazhou chronicle," Fu Ting said
It turns out that for this reason, Fu Zhen remembered that a few days ago, there were people who wanted to buy this from themselves, but they refused. So it seems that the person should also be sent by Fu ting.
How did he want to buy the copyright of the Shazhou chronicle? The Fu family didn't open an entertainment company. Fu Zhen understood after a little thought that although the Fu family didn't run an entertainment company, there was a precious daughter who was a fool in the entertainment industry. The copyright of Shazhou chronicle was mostly bought and sent to Tang Xianwan.
Fu Zhen refused Fu Ting: "I don't sell it."Fu Ting looked at Fu Zhen in front of him. His face was gloomy as if he was about to drip water. When he stepped forward, Fu Zhen was startled. His left leg didn't stand firm and sprained. He took a breath of cool air and didn't cry out for pain.
Fu Ting looked down at Fu Zhen's left leg. After a while, he began to speak Your legs? "
After a while, Fu Zhen looked up and looked at Fu ting with a trace of irony in his eyes. He spoke softly and asked Fu Ting, "is Mr. Fu trying to threaten me and break my other leg?"
After finishing these words, Fu Zhen lowered his head again. His long eyelashes cast a small shadow. No one knew what he was thinking at this time.
Fu Ting was stunned. He just didn't mean that. He just Just want to ask how his legs are now.
He also disdained to explain to Fu Zhen, and said to Fu Zhen in a cool tone of talking about business affairs: "Shazhou chronicle studio was built by my father and I for you, and the later dubbing and music of Shazhou chronicle is also the person I helped you find. Without us, the Shazhou chronicle could not be broadcast at all. You said, what percentage of shares should my father and I hold in your studio?"
Fu Zhen suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Fu Ting opposite him. His black eyes seemed to be an abyss, which absorbed the soul of Fu ting.
Fu Ting's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. He opened his lips, but before he could speak, he heard Fu Zhen say to himself, "OK, I'll sell it to you."
His tone was relaxed, and he could not hear the embarrassment at all. Fu Ting doubted whether Fu zhengangcai's refusal was asking him to refuse.
"The copyright of Shazhou chronicle can be given to you," Fu Zhen repeated. "I have two requirements."
Fu Ting didn't like Fu Zhen's appearance. He said faintly, "don't push your luck."
"First, I hope you and fu Mr. Fu Jianchen, don't disturb me again, "Fu Zhen pauses slightly, then adds to Fu Ting," even if we meet on the road, we should treat each other as strangers. "
This request is not too much, and even quite in line with Fu Ting's wishes. If it was not for the tortuous desire for the film and television copyright of Shazhou chronicle, he did not want to see Fu Zhen. Fu Ting did not hesitate to nod his head: "OK."
Fu Zhen also nodded his head and continued: "second, I will not update the chronicle of Shazhou in the future. You can make up the following stories as you want, and don't look for me again."
Fu Zhen's tone was gradually lowered with a sense of relief.
"Yes." Fu Ting nodded. Fu Zhen didn't complete the Shazhou chronicle by himself. He could find other people who worked in the studio at that time to complete the rest of the Shazhou chronicle.
Fu Zhen raised his hand and made a high five gesture to Fu ting.
Winter evenings always come earlier. The sky is going to be dark unconsciously. Under the twilight and the dim street lamp, Fu Ting has many cocoons on Fu Zhen's palm that he has never seen before.
He was in a trance for a moment, vaguely remembering that he would slap Fu Zhen every time he made an agreement with Fu Zhen. This was what he learned from cartoons. At that time, he was still young and was not old enough to go to school. All day long, he would watch cartoons with teddy bears on the sofa, or shoot balls in the small garden behind the villa.
By the time Fu Ting came back to God, Fu Zhen had already taken back his hand. He laughed with a trace of irony: "forget it, what are you doing with high fives now? When will Mr. Fu draw up the contract, please come to me to sign it. "
"Good." Fu tingdao.
Fu Zhen turned around and walked toward the corridor. The voice control lights in the corridor were broken a lot, and his figure gradually disappeared in the darkness.
Fu Ting stood in the same place for a long time. Darkness and cold floated around him like ghosts. In his mind, for a moment, Fu Zhengang said something to himself, and at the other time, Tang called his brother with coquetry. Fu Ting turned around, got on the car and left the place.
When Fu Zhen went up the stairs, his mind flashed with Fu ting and Fu Jianchen as a child Dad called his nickname, opened his arms and lifted him up from the lawn. His brother saw the schoolbook which was wet by him, and pretended to be very angry. He raised his hand as if to spank his butt. He called out, hugged his father's neck tightly, and resolutely did not give up.
He thought he would not cry, but tears burst out of his eyes involuntarily. The lights in the corridor were dim. He staggered and fell directly on the corner of the stairs, and he could not get up again.
Fu Zhen didn't know that the person who came to buy the film and television copyright of the chronicle of Shazhou was sent by Fu Ting, not to mention that Fu Ting planned to come in person after his assistant failed to purchase the copyright. After noon, the sky became overcast. The wind swept the dust on the ground, whistling through his ears and running to the South sky, Fu Zhen's legs were even more painful in such a weather. He pushed a cart and many workers were busy on the construction site, wondering whether to ask the foreman for leave to go home and draw pictures. When Fu Zhen hesitated, the foreman suddenly came out of the guard's office and stopped him: "Fu Zhen, someone is looking for you." Fu zhenleng for a moment, some hesitation, he did not think of this time who will come to find himself, he has no relatives, no friends. Who is waiting for him outside the construction site now? He pushed the cart aside and moved slowly toward the door with his painful left leg. The foreman looked at Fu Zhen's speed comparable to a snail, and added: "give you ten minutes, go back quickly." Fu Zhen should a, endure the pain to speed up the pace. Fu Ting did not expect that what he saw would be such a scene. In his memory, the younger brother, who was always dressed neatly, was proud and expensive. Now he was wearing blue overalls full of dust, his face was covered with dust, and his back was a little bent, and he walked unsteadily. He had seen the photos of Fu Zhen on the construction site, but at that time, he always felt that it was not true. It was not like what the young master Fu Zhen could do. Until now, he has seen this scene with his own eyes. Fu Zhen didn't expect that it would be Fu Ting who was looking for himself. He stopped at once and turned to leave. Fu Ting stopped behind him and said, "I have something to tell you." Fu Zhenzhen felt that he and Fu Ting had nothing to say. His back gradually straightened up and became stiff. He never wanted to look back and see Fu Ting again. He couldn't think of what Fu Ting was looking for. He thought of the past two years ago. He thought that he was too kind to himself. Now he wants to take another breath for Tang? Fu Ting said coldly, "if you want to stay here tomorrow, you'd better stay now." Fu Zhen: He turned his head and looked steadily at Fu Ting opposite him. There was a hole in the bottom of his heart, and the north wind roared through it. The last time I saw Fu Ting outside the bar, he thought he could completely put it down. But today he saw Fu Ting again and realized that deleting the photo from his mobile phone album does not mean that this person has completely disappeared from his life. Every time I think about them or see them, it is like cutting meat with a blunt knife. When the meat can fall, he does not Yes, but the process of cutting meat is always pulling the skin and connecting the tendons, which makes the flesh and blood fuzzy and bloody. He said to Fu Ting, "I still have to work. I'll talk about it when I get off work." Fu Ting was not satisfied with Fu Zhen's response and said, "my time is limited." Fu Zhen gave a bitter smile and looked a little bleak. He asked Fu Ting, "well, please pay me half a day's wages, fifty." Fu Ting looks at Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen's expression is very calm, and there is no meaning of joking in his eyes. Fu Ting frowns. He probably didn't expect to say such vulgar words from Fu Zhen's mouth. Now he should take out a hundred yuan bill from his wallet and throw it on Fu Zhen, or give a sneer and say a few sarcastic remarks. However, he can't do anything now. He can see his figure in the eyes of Fu Zhen opposite him. His appearance is like a monster with big teeth and claws. Fu Ting just feels that there is a basin of ice water pouring down his head, which makes him cold to his bones, and his blood coagulates at this moment. After a long time, he said, "I'll see you at night." With that, he took a deep look at Fu Zhen and turned to drive away. Fu Ting left the figure a bit embarrassed, Fu Zhen ignored Fu Ting's abnormality, he did not want to consider what Fu Ting was thinking in his mind, and did not want to know what he was looking for himself to do. He only hoped that he would never see him again. But he failed to do so. In the evening, when he came home from work, he met Fu Ting again downstairs. As he said in the afternoon, he came to find himself. Fu Zhen leaned against the wall behind him and carried the wind on his back. His left leg felt better. Fu Ting, who was standing opposite him, did not speak, like a piece of wood. Fu Zhen was still anxious to go back to draw pictures. He could only take the initiative to ask him, "what is the matter with Mr. Fu?" "I want to buy the film and television copyright of Shazhou chronicle," Fu Ting said It turns out that for this reason, Fu Zhen remembered that a few days ago, there were people who wanted to buy this from themselves, but they refused. So it seems that the person should also be sent by Fu ting. How did he want to buy the copyright of the Shazhou chronicle? The Fu family didn't open an entertainment company. Fu Zhen understood after a little thought that although the Fu family didn't run an entertainment company, there was a precious daughter who was a fool in the entertainment industry. The copyright of Shazhou chronicle was mostly bought and sent to Tang Xianwan. Fu Zhen refused Fu Ting: "I don't sell it."Fu Ting looked at Fu Zhen in front of him. His face was gloomy as if he was about to drip water. When he stepped forward, Fu Zhen was startled. His left leg didn't stand firm and sprained. He took a breath of cool air and didn't cry out for pain. Fu Ting looked down at Fu Zhen's left leg. After a while, he began to speak Your legs? " After a while, Fu Zhen looked up and looked at Fu ting with a trace of irony in his eyes. He spoke softly and asked Fu Ting, "is Mr. Fu trying to threaten me and break my other leg?" After finishing these words, Fu Zhen lowered his head again. His long eyelashes cast a small shadow. No one knew what he was thinking at this time. Fu Ting was stunned. He just didn't mean that. He just Just want to ask how his legs are now. He also disdained to explain to Fu Zhen, and said to Fu Zhen in a cool tone of talking about business affairs: "Shazhou chronicle studio was built by my father and I for you, and the later dubbing and music of Shazhou chronicle is also the person I helped you find. Without us, the Shazhou chronicle could not be broadcast at all. You said, what percentage of shares should my father and I hold in your studio?" Fu Zhen suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Fu Ting opposite him. His black eyes seemed to be an abyss, which absorbed the soul of Fu ting. Fu Ting's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. He opened his lips, but before he could speak, he heard Fu Zhen say to himself, "OK, I'll sell it to you." His tone was relaxed, and he could not hear the embarrassment at all. Fu Ting doubted whether Fu zhengangcai's refusal was asking him to refuse. "The copyright of Shazhou chronicle can be given to you," Fu Zhen repeated. "I have two requirements." Fu Ting didn't like Fu Zhen's appearance. He said faintly, "don't push your luck." "First, I hope you and fu Mr. Fu Jianchen, don't disturb me again, "Fu Zhen pauses slightly, then adds to Fu Ting," even if we meet on the road, we should treat each other as strangers. " This request is not too much, and even quite in line with Fu Ting's wishes. If it was not for the tortuous desire for the film and television copyright of Shazhou chronicle, he did not want to see Fu Zhen. Fu Ting did not hesitate to nod his head: "OK." Fu Zhen also nodded his head and continued: "second, I will not update the chronicle of Shazhou in the future. You can make up the following stories as you want, and don't look for me again." Fu Zhen's tone was gradually lowered with a sense of relief. "Yes." Fu Ting nodded. Fu Zhen didn't complete the Shazhou chronicle by himself. He could find other people who worked in the studio at that time to complete the rest of the Shazhou chronicle. Fu Zhen raised his hand and made a high five gesture to Fu ting. Winter evenings always come earlier. The sky is going to be dark unconsciously. Under the twilight and the dim street lamp, Fu Ting has many cocoons on Fu Zhen's palm that he has never seen before. He was in a trance for a moment, vaguely remembering that he would slap Fu Zhen every time he made an agreement with Fu Zhen. This was what he learned from cartoons. At that time, he was still young and was not old enough to go to school. All day long, he would watch cartoons with teddy bears on the sofa, or shoot balls in the small garden behind the villa. By the time Fu Ting came back to God, Fu Zhen had already taken back his hand. He laughed with a trace of irony: "forget it, what are you doing with high fives now? When will Mr. Fu draw up the contract, please come to me to sign it. " "Good." Fu tingdao. Fu Zhen turned around and walked toward the corridor. The voice control lights in the corridor were broken a lot, and his figure gradually disappeared in the darkness. Fu Ting stood in the same place for a long time. Darkness and cold floated around him like ghosts. In his mind, for a moment, Fu Zhengang said something to himself, and at the other time, Tang called his brother with coquetry. Fu Ting turned around, got on the car and left the place. When Fu Zhen went up the stairs, his mind flashed with Fu ting and Fu Jianchen as a child Dad called his nickname, opened his arms and lifted him up from the lawn. His brother saw the schoolbook which was wet by him, and pretended to be very angry. He raised his hand as if to spank his butt. He called out, hugged his father's neck tightly, and resolutely did not give up. He thought he would not cry, but tears burst out of his eyes involuntarily. The lights in the corridor were dim. He staggered and fell directly on the corner of the stairs, and he could not get up again.
