Chapter 14
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After the two men left, Jiang Hengshu came out of the dark place, lifted his hand to take off his earphone and walked into the dark corridor.
He came back at a bad time. Fu Zhen and Fu Ting were talking about the copyright issue of the chronicle of Shazhou. He was not very good at interrupting and didn't want to eavesdrop on other people's private affairs. He specially took a headset and stood outside for a while.
The voice control lights in the corridor were broken. Jiang Hengshu had to turn on the flashlight of his mobile phone. When he got to the second floor, Jiang Hengshu stopped. He looked up and saw a figure sitting on the corner of the stairs with his shoulder twitching.
He cried.
Jiang Hengshu took back his sight and looked at the gray stone steps under his feet. His expression on his face was indifferent, and he went on walking toward the stairs.
The distance between him and the figure gradually narrowed, and he recognized that the figure was Fu Zhen. He said nothing and went up the third floor in silence.
Now that he has ruled out Fu Zhen's suspicion, he doesn't need to have more contact with him. His eyes are drooping, and the sound of TV from the rental room is in his ear, which is mixed with a faint sob.
When the stairs on the third floor were halfway through, Jiang Hengshu suddenly stopped. He stopped for a moment. A family on the third floor went out to pick up the children. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a man clutching on the stairs. He was immediately startled. He was about to ask which idiot was scaring people there. Jiang Hengshu turned and walked down.
He came to Fu Zhen's side, took out a package of paper towels from his coat pocket, bent down and handed it to Fu Zhen: "wipe it?"
Fu Zhen raised his head when he heard the sound. He cried for too long. In addition, the lighting in the corridor was dim. He could not see what was in front of him. He only looked at a dark figure with tears on his eyelashes. However, he knew it was Jiang Hengshu. He reached for the paper towel from Jiang Hengshu and whispered a thank you.
"You hurt your leg?" Asked Jiang Hengshu.
His voice was very low in the dark.
Fu Zhen said, his eyes covered with a thin layer of water mist, which reflected the figure of Jiang Hengshu. He took out a paper towel to wipe the tears on his face. He put his hands on the wall and tried to get up from the ground, but his left leg fell so badly that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
A low sigh came from somewhere in his ear. Fu Zhen's sight was a little confused. After a moment, he took back his two hands supporting the wall and said to Jiang Hengshu, "I'll sit here for a while."
Jiang Hengshu crouched down in front of Fu Zhen: "I carry you up."
Fu Zhen didn't expect Jiang Hengshu to do this. He was flattered: "no No more. "
"Come up." Jiang Hengshu has turned his back, and there is a trace in his voice that he can't refuse.
Fu Zhen hesitated for a moment and was no longer affectation. He put his hands on Jiang Hengshu's shoulder and said, "thank you."
Jiang Hengshu did not speak. His hands were on the top of Fu Zhen's legs. He stood up slowly from the ground and walked upstairs. His palms were warm and his feet were steady and powerful. Fu Zhen's chest was nestled on his shoulder. If he was willing to listen carefully, he would surely hear the beating sound of drum beating in Fu Zhen's chest.
Fu Zhen has been very thin in the past two years. He is nearly 1.8 meters tall and weighs less than 130 Jin. He is almost left with a bone, which is a bit harsh.
In the corridor, under the dim yellow light, the shadow of two people overlapped together, slanting on one side of the wall, moving up slowly with Jiang Hengshu's walking.
On the third and fourth floors, the corridor was quiet. Fu Zhen looked at Jiang Hengshu's hair, which was anticlockwise. The hair around him was thick and had a little natural curl. Fu Zhen felt a little cute. He sniffed and suddenly asked Jiang Hengshu, "well, do you have a girlfriend?"
Jiang Hengshu's mind flashed suddenly. That night, in the bar, the little mermaid put two slender arms around his neck, and his whole body arched upward in a soft arc. Jiang Hengshu went deeper into his body in an instant.
The little mermaid's eyes had tears sliding down, but they could not turn into pearls. Those tears soaked the pillow and dyed it into a dark color. Jiang Hengshu's mood became heavy in an instant.
He replied to Fu Zhen, "no, but I have someone I like."
Cold tears fell from Fu Zhen's chin and fell into Jiang Hengshu's neck. Jiang Hengshu's heart trembled. He didn't know why the man on his back cried, let alone why he came down from the third floor and carried the young man to the sixth floor.
Fu Zhen gave a low voice. He could not hear the sadness and joy. After a while, he asked Jiang Hengshu again, "does he like you?"
Jiang Hengshu stopped for a moment, and he had never seen the little mermaid since that night.
"I don't know." He replied.
Both of them stopped talking. Only the footsteps of Jiang Hengshu were left in the corridor. Fu Zhen lowered his head and counted the stone steps that Jiang Hengshu had gone through, hoping that the road could be longer.
He counted from one to forty-seven. Jiang Hengshu stepped on the last stone step to the outside of the rental house. Fu Zhen patted Jiang Hengshu on the shoulder and said, "let me down.""Can I walk by myself?" Asked Jiang Hengshu.
Fu Zhen nodded: "yes."
Jiang Hengshu carefully put Fu Zhen down from his back, "thank you today."
Jiang Hengshu said, without saying anything else. He held Fu Zhen's arm and pushed open the security door in front of him, and he always sent Fu Zhen to the door of his room.
At the beginning of neon, thousands of high-rise buildings light up, the city is more prosperous than the day.
When Fu Ting returned home, Fu Jianchen was sitting at the table waiting for him to eat. When he came back, he asked him, "how are you doing?"
Fu Ting nodded and said, "I have got it."
Fu Jianchen's face showed a satisfied smile. He seemed to be extremely satisfied that he could do something for his favorite daughter. He then asked Fu Ting, "your face is not very good. What happened?"
Fu Ting shook his head. He opened his mouth and called his father to Fu Jianchen. He could not say anything else.
Fu Ting raised his hand and pressed his forehead: "I'm a little tired. I won't have dinner. I'll go up and have a rest first."
Fu Jianchen put up his smile, and his eyes showed a trace of depth. He asked Fu Ting, "when you saw him today, he was on the construction site?"
Fu Ting said.
"How is he now?" Fu Jianchen asked again.
Fu Ting didn't know why his father asked for these questions. Perhaps he felt that the punishment for Fu Zhen was too severe and wanted to compensate him, or he felt that he had been too kind to him and wanted to give him some color.
Fu Ting knows his father. He has never regretted anything for most of his life. Now he asks himself about Fu Zhen's situation, which is mostly the second reason.
Fu Ting didn't want to talk to Fu Jianchen about this. He changed the topic and said, "the curved wedding date wants to be set at the end of January."
Fu Jianchen sure enough forgot Fu Zhen immediately, he frowned: "how to choose such a time."
At the end of January, the Lunar New Year is coming. It's not a trouble for her to get married at this time. She is an actress and strong. At the end of the year, there are various award ceremonies and satellite TV parties waiting for her to attend. How can her body stand such a busy time.
Fu Ting didn't care about it. His eyes showed doting. He said to Fu Jianchen, "if she likes it, just follow her advice. We can help her more."
Fu Jianchen said, Fu Ting is also reasonable. He is about to marry his most precious daughter. But at this time, he did not have any reluctance to give up. On the contrary, he felt that he was about to extricate himself.
Fu Jianchen's eyes gradually emptied.
Fu Ting went upstairs, but did not immediately return to his own room, he went to the room next to him.
This is Fu Zhen's room. Since he was expelled from Fu's house two years ago, no one has opened this room. Fu Ting was silent for a long time in the corridor. Finally, he raised the handle of the door and pushed it open with a slight effort of his wrist.
The arrangement of the room is just like the day when Fu Zhen left. It is only because no one has come to clean the room for a long time. There is a thick layer of dust on the desk and a copy of Wilde's Nightingale and rose.
Fu Ting's line of sight in the room around, Fu Zhen left that day, really nothing to take away.
Fu Ting lowered his eyes and turned away from the room.
Fu Zhen went back to his room, sat on the bed biting his teeth and took off his trousers. There was a blue purple bruise on his wrist and a red skin on his left leg and knee. His teeth were trembling with pain. There was no way to go to work on the construction site tomorrow.
He called the foreman and asked for two days off. During this time, he could stay in the rental room and draw pictures without going to the construction site to suffer.
Fu Zhen opened the cupboard at the head of his bed and took out a small medicine bottle from it. The moment he got it in his hand, he remembered that the painkiller had been consumed last month. He had to go to the pharmacy to buy two more bottles.
However, it's too late now. The pharmacies nearby are all closed. I can only endure for one night and go out to buy medicine tomorrow.
Fu Zhen drew a draft. His leg hurt so much that he could not bear it. He climbed into bed and planned to go to bed early.
However, after turning off the light and lying on the bed, Fu Zhen did not feel sleepy at all. His eyes were pitch black, and Jiang Hengshu lived in the next room. He liked him. What was he doing now? Did he also sleep.
Fu Zhen suddenly remembered what Jiang Hengshu had said to himself in the corridor, and his reverie disappeared.
People in Hengshu already like it.
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After the two men left, Jiang Hengshu came out of the dark place, lifted his hand to take off his earphone and walked into the dark corridor.
He came back at a bad time. Fu Zhen and Fu Ting were talking about the copyright issue of the chronicle of Shazhou. He was not very good at interrupting and didn't want to eavesdrop on other people's private affairs. He specially took a headset and stood outside for a while.
The voice control lights in the corridor were broken. Jiang Hengshu had to turn on the flashlight of his mobile phone. When he got to the second floor, Jiang Hengshu stopped. He looked up and saw a figure sitting on the corner of the stairs with his shoulder twitching.
He cried.
Jiang Hengshu took back his sight and looked at the gray stone steps under his feet. His expression on his face was indifferent, and he went on walking toward the stairs.
The distance between him and the figure gradually narrowed, and he recognized that the figure was Fu Zhen. He said nothing and went up the third floor in silence.
Now that he has ruled out Fu Zhen's suspicion, he doesn't need to have more contact with him. His eyes are drooping, and the sound of TV from the rental room is in his ear, which is mixed with a faint sob.
When the stairs on the third floor were halfway through, Jiang Hengshu suddenly stopped. He stopped for a moment. A family on the third floor went out to pick up the children. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a man clutching on the stairs. He was immediately startled. He was about to ask which idiot was scaring people there. Jiang Hengshu turned and walked down.
He came to Fu Zhen's side, took out a package of paper towels from his coat pocket, bent down and handed it to Fu Zhen: "wipe it?"
Fu Zhen raised his head when he heard the sound. He cried for too long. In addition, the lighting in the corridor was dim. He could not see what was in front of him. He only looked at a dark figure with tears on his eyelashes. However, he knew it was Jiang Hengshu. He reached for the paper towel from Jiang Hengshu and whispered a thank you.
"You hurt your leg?" Asked Jiang Hengshu.
His voice was very low in the dark.
Fu Zhen said, his eyes covered with a thin layer of water mist, which reflected the figure of Jiang Hengshu. He took out a paper towel to wipe the tears on his face. He put his hands on the wall and tried to get up from the ground, but his left leg fell so badly that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
A low sigh came from somewhere in his ear. Fu Zhen's sight was a little confused. After a moment, he took back his two hands supporting the wall and said to Jiang Hengshu, "I'll sit here for a while."
Jiang Hengshu crouched down in front of Fu Zhen: "I carry you up."
Fu Zhen didn't expect Jiang Hengshu to do this. He was flattered: "no No more. "
"Come up." Jiang Hengshu has turned his back, and there is a trace in his voice that he can't refuse.
Fu Zhen hesitated for a moment and was no longer affectation. He put his hands on Jiang Hengshu's shoulder and said, "thank you."
Jiang Hengshu did not speak. His hands were on the top of Fu Zhen's legs. He stood up slowly from the ground and walked upstairs. His palms were warm and his feet were steady and powerful. Fu Zhen's chest was nestled on his shoulder. If he was willing to listen carefully, he would surely hear the beating sound of drum beating in Fu Zhen's chest.
Fu Zhen has been very thin in the past two years. He is nearly 1.8 meters tall and weighs less than 130 Jin. He is almost left with a bone, which is a bit harsh.
In the corridor, under the dim yellow light, the shadow of two people overlapped together, slanting on one side of the wall, moving up slowly with Jiang Hengshu's walking.
On the third and fourth floors, the corridor was quiet. Fu Zhen looked at Jiang Hengshu's hair, which was anticlockwise. The hair around him was thick and had a little natural curl. Fu Zhen felt a little cute. He sniffed and suddenly asked Jiang Hengshu, "well, do you have a girlfriend?"
Jiang Hengshu's mind flashed suddenly. That night, in the bar, the little mermaid put two slender arms around his neck, and his whole body arched upward in a soft arc. Jiang Hengshu went deeper into his body in an instant.
The little mermaid's eyes had tears sliding down, but they could not turn into pearls. Those tears soaked the pillow and dyed it into a dark color. Jiang Hengshu's mood became heavy in an instant.
He replied to Fu Zhen, "no, but I have someone I like."
Cold tears fell from Fu Zhen's chin and fell into Jiang Hengshu's neck. Jiang Hengshu's heart trembled. He didn't know why the man on his back cried, let alone why he came down from the third floor and carried the young man to the sixth floor.
Fu Zhen gave a low voice. He could not hear the sadness and joy. After a while, he asked Jiang Hengshu again, "does he like you?"
Jiang Hengshu stopped for a moment, and he had never seen the little mermaid since that night.
"I don't know." He replied.
Both of them stopped talking. Only the footsteps of Jiang Hengshu were left in the corridor. Fu Zhen lowered his head and counted the stone steps that Jiang Hengshu had gone through, hoping that the road could be longer.
He counted from one to forty-seven. Jiang Hengshu stepped on the last stone step to the outside of the rental house. Fu Zhen patted Jiang Hengshu on the shoulder and said, "let me down.""Can I walk by myself?" Asked Jiang Hengshu.
Fu Zhen nodded: "yes."
Jiang Hengshu carefully put Fu Zhen down from his back, "thank you today."
Jiang Hengshu said, without saying anything else. He held Fu Zhen's arm and pushed open the security door in front of him, and he always sent Fu Zhen to the door of his room.
At the beginning of neon, thousands of high-rise buildings light up, the city is more prosperous than the day.
When Fu Ting returned home, Fu Jianchen was sitting at the table waiting for him to eat. When he came back, he asked him, "how are you doing?"
Fu Ting nodded and said, "I have got it."
Fu Jianchen's face showed a satisfied smile. He seemed to be extremely satisfied that he could do something for his favorite daughter. He then asked Fu Ting, "your face is not very good. What happened?"
Fu Ting shook his head. He opened his mouth and called his father to Fu Jianchen. He could not say anything else.
Fu Ting raised his hand and pressed his forehead: "I'm a little tired. I won't have dinner. I'll go up and have a rest first."
Fu Jianchen put up his smile, and his eyes showed a trace of depth. He asked Fu Ting, "when you saw him today, he was on the construction site?"
Fu Ting said.
"How is he now?" Fu Jianchen asked again.
Fu Ting didn't know why his father asked for these questions. Perhaps he felt that the punishment for Fu Zhen was too severe and wanted to compensate him, or he felt that he had been too kind to him and wanted to give him some color.
Fu Ting knows his father. He has never regretted anything for most of his life. Now he asks himself about Fu Zhen's situation, which is mostly the second reason.
Fu Ting didn't want to talk to Fu Jianchen about this. He changed the topic and said, "the curved wedding date wants to be set at the end of January."
Fu Jianchen sure enough forgot Fu Zhen immediately, he frowned: "how to choose such a time."
At the end of January, the Lunar New Year is coming. It's not a trouble for her to get married at this time. She is an actress and strong. At the end of the year, there are various award ceremonies and satellite TV parties waiting for her to attend. How can her body stand such a busy time.
Fu Ting didn't care about it. His eyes showed doting. He said to Fu Jianchen, "if she likes it, just follow her advice. We can help her more."
Fu Jianchen said, Fu Ting is also reasonable. He is about to marry his most precious daughter. But at this time, he did not have any reluctance to give up. On the contrary, he felt that he was about to extricate himself.
Fu Jianchen's eyes gradually emptied.
Fu Ting went upstairs, but did not immediately return to his own room, he went to the room next to him.
This is Fu Zhen's room. Since he was expelled from Fu's house two years ago, no one has opened this room. Fu Ting was silent for a long time in the corridor. Finally, he raised the handle of the door and pushed it open with a slight effort of his wrist.
The arrangement of the room is just like the day when Fu Zhen left. It is only because no one has come to clean the room for a long time. There is a thick layer of dust on the desk and a copy of Wilde's Nightingale and rose.
Fu Ting's line of sight in the room around, Fu Zhen left that day, really nothing to take away.
Fu Ting lowered his eyes and turned away from the room.
Fu Zhen went back to his room, sat on the bed biting his teeth and took off his trousers. There was a blue purple bruise on his wrist and a red skin on his left leg and knee. His teeth were trembling with pain. There was no way to go to work on the construction site tomorrow.
He called the foreman and asked for two days off. During this time, he could stay in the rental room and draw pictures without going to the construction site to suffer.
Fu Zhen opened the cupboard at the head of his bed and took out a small medicine bottle from it. The moment he got it in his hand, he remembered that the painkiller had been consumed last month. He had to go to the pharmacy to buy two more bottles.
However, it's too late now. The pharmacies nearby are all closed. I can only endure for one night and go out to buy medicine tomorrow.
Fu Zhen drew a draft. His leg hurt so much that he could not bear it. He climbed into bed and planned to go to bed early.
However, after turning off the light and lying on the bed, Fu Zhen did not feel sleepy at all. His eyes were pitch black, and Jiang Hengshu lived in the next room. He liked him. What was he doing now? Did he also sleep.
Fu Zhen suddenly remembered what Jiang Hengshu had said to himself in the corridor, and his reverie disappeared.
People in Hengshu already like it.
After the two men left, Jiang Hengshu came out of the dark place, lifted his hand to take off his earphone and walked into the dark corridor. He came back at a bad time. Fu Zhen and Fu Ting were talking about the copyright issue of the chronicle of Shazhou. He was not very good at interrupting and didn't want to eavesdrop on other people's private affairs. He specially took a headset and stood outside for a while. The voice control lights in the corridor were broken. Jiang Hengshu had to turn on the flashlight of his mobile phone. When he got to the second floor, Jiang Hengshu stopped. He looked up and saw a figure sitting on the corner of the stairs with his shoulder twitching. He cried. Jiang Hengshu took back his sight and looked at the gray stone steps under his feet. His expression on his face was indifferent, and he went on walking toward the stairs. The distance between him and the figure gradually narrowed, and he recognized that the figure was Fu Zhen. He said nothing and went up the third floor in silence. Now that he has ruled out Fu Zhen's suspicion, he doesn't need to have more contact with him. His eyes are drooping, and the sound of TV from the rental room is in his ear, which is mixed with a faint sob. When the stairs on the third floor were halfway through, Jiang Hengshu suddenly stopped. He stopped for a moment. A family on the third floor went out to pick up the children. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a man clutching on the stairs. He was immediately startled. He was about to ask which idiot was scaring people there. Jiang Hengshu turned and walked down. He came to Fu Zhen's side, took out a package of paper towels from his coat pocket, bent down and handed it to Fu Zhen: "wipe it?" Fu Zhen raised his head when he heard the sound. He cried for too long. In addition, the lighting in the corridor was dim. He could not see what was in front of him. He only looked at a dark figure with tears on his eyelashes. However, he knew it was Jiang Hengshu. He reached for the paper towel from Jiang Hengshu and whispered a thank you. "You hurt your leg?" Asked Jiang Hengshu. His voice was very low in the dark. Fu Zhen said, his eyes covered with a thin layer of water mist, which reflected the figure of Jiang Hengshu. He took out a paper towel to wipe the tears on his face. He put his hands on the wall and tried to get up from the ground, but his left leg fell so badly that he didn't even have the strength to stand up. A low sigh came from somewhere in his ear. Fu Zhen's sight was a little confused. After a moment, he took back his two hands supporting the wall and said to Jiang Hengshu, "I'll sit here for a while." Jiang Hengshu crouched down in front of Fu Zhen: "I carry you up." Fu Zhen didn't expect Jiang Hengshu to do this. He was flattered: "no No more. " "Come up." Jiang Hengshu has turned his back, and there is a trace in his voice that he can't refuse. Fu Zhen hesitated for a moment and was no longer affectation. He put his hands on Jiang Hengshu's shoulder and said, "thank you." Jiang Hengshu did not speak. His hands were on the top of Fu Zhen's legs. He stood up slowly from the ground and walked upstairs. His palms were warm and his feet were steady and powerful. Fu Zhen's chest was nestled on his shoulder. If he was willing to listen carefully, he would surely hear the beating sound of drum beating in Fu Zhen's chest. Fu Zhen has been very thin in the past two years. He is nearly 1.8 meters tall and weighs less than 130 Jin. He is almost left with a bone, which is a bit harsh. In the corridor, under the dim yellow light, the shadow of two people overlapped together, slanting on one side of the wall, moving up slowly with Jiang Hengshu's walking. On the third and fourth floors, the corridor was quiet. Fu Zhen looked at Jiang Hengshu's hair, which was anticlockwise. The hair around him was thick and had a little natural curl. Fu Zhen felt a little cute. He sniffed and suddenly asked Jiang Hengshu, "well, do you have a girlfriend?" Jiang Hengshu's mind flashed suddenly. That night, in the bar, the little mermaid put two slender arms around his neck, and his whole body arched upward in a soft arc. Jiang Hengshu went deeper into his body in an instant. The little mermaid's eyes had tears sliding down, but they could not turn into pearls. Those tears soaked the pillow and dyed it into a dark color. Jiang Hengshu's mood became heavy in an instant. He replied to Fu Zhen, "no, but I have someone I like." Cold tears fell from Fu Zhen's chin and fell into Jiang Hengshu's neck. Jiang Hengshu's heart trembled. He didn't know why the man on his back cried, let alone why he came down from the third floor and carried the young man to the sixth floor. Fu Zhen gave a low voice. He could not hear the sadness and joy. After a while, he asked Jiang Hengshu again, "does he like you?" Jiang Hengshu stopped for a moment, and he had never seen the little mermaid since that night. "I don't know." He replied. Both of them stopped talking. Only the footsteps of Jiang Hengshu were left in the corridor. Fu Zhen lowered his head and counted the stone steps that Jiang Hengshu had gone through, hoping that the road could be longer. He counted from one to forty-seven. Jiang Hengshu stepped on the last stone step to the outside of the rental house. Fu Zhen patted Jiang Hengshu on the shoulder and said, "let me down.""Can I walk by myself?" Asked Jiang Hengshu. Fu Zhen nodded: "yes." Jiang Hengshu carefully put Fu Zhen down from his back, "thank you today." Jiang Hengshu said, without saying anything else. He held Fu Zhen's arm and pushed open the security door in front of him, and he always sent Fu Zhen to the door of his room. At the beginning of neon, thousands of high-rise buildings light up, the city is more prosperous than the day. When Fu Ting returned home, Fu Jianchen was sitting at the table waiting for him to eat. When he came back, he asked him, "how are you doing?" Fu Ting nodded and said, "I have got it." Fu Jianchen's face showed a satisfied smile. He seemed to be extremely satisfied that he could do something for his favorite daughter. He then asked Fu Ting, "your face is not very good. What happened?" Fu Ting shook his head. He opened his mouth and called his father to Fu Jianchen. He could not say anything else. Fu Ting raised his hand and pressed his forehead: "I'm a little tired. I won't have dinner. I'll go up and have a rest first." Fu Jianchen put up his smile, and his eyes showed a trace of depth. He asked Fu Ting, "when you saw him today, he was on the construction site?" Fu Ting said. "How is he now?" Fu Jianchen asked again. Fu Ting didn't know why his father asked for these questions. Perhaps he felt that the punishment for Fu Zhen was too severe and wanted to compensate him, or he felt that he had been too kind to him and wanted to give him some color. Fu Ting knows his father. He has never regretted anything for most of his life. Now he asks himself about Fu Zhen's situation, which is mostly the second reason. Fu Ting didn't want to talk to Fu Jianchen about this. He changed the topic and said, "the curved wedding date wants to be set at the end of January." Fu Jianchen sure enough forgot Fu Zhen immediately, he frowned: "how to choose such a time." At the end of January, the Lunar New Year is coming. It's not a trouble for her to get married at this time. She is an actress and strong. At the end of the year, there are various award ceremonies and satellite TV parties waiting for her to attend. How can her body stand such a busy time. Fu Ting didn't care about it. His eyes showed doting. He said to Fu Jianchen, "if she likes it, just follow her advice. We can help her more." Fu Jianchen said, Fu Ting is also reasonable. He is about to marry his most precious daughter. But at this time, he did not have any reluctance to give up. On the contrary, he felt that he was about to extricate himself. Fu Jianchen's eyes gradually emptied. Fu Ting went upstairs, but did not immediately return to his own room, he went to the room next to him. This is Fu Zhen's room. Since he was expelled from Fu's house two years ago, no one has opened this room. Fu Ting was silent for a long time in the corridor. Finally, he raised the handle of the door and pushed it open with a slight effort of his wrist. The arrangement of the room is just like the day when Fu Zhen left. It is only because no one has come to clean the room for a long time. There is a thick layer of dust on the desk and a copy of Wilde's Nightingale and rose. Fu Ting's line of sight in the room around, Fu Zhen left that day, really nothing to take away. Fu Ting lowered his eyes and turned away from the room. Fu Zhen went back to his room, sat on the bed biting his teeth and took off his trousers. There was a blue purple bruise on his wrist and a red skin on his left leg and knee. His teeth were trembling with pain. There was no way to go to work on the construction site tomorrow. He called the foreman and asked for two days off. During this time, he could stay in the rental room and draw pictures without going to the construction site to suffer. Fu Zhen opened the cupboard at the head of his bed and took out a small medicine bottle from it. The moment he got it in his hand, he remembered that the painkiller had been consumed last month. He had to go to the pharmacy to buy two more bottles. However, it's too late now. The pharmacies nearby are all closed. I can only endure for one night and go out to buy medicine tomorrow. Fu Zhen drew a draft. His leg hurt so much that he could not bear it. He climbed into bed and planned to go to bed early. However, after turning off the light and lying on the bed, Fu Zhen did not feel sleepy at all. His eyes were pitch black, and Jiang Hengshu lived in the next room. He liked him. What was he doing now? Did he also sleep. Fu Zhen suddenly remembered what Jiang Hengshu had said to himself in the corridor, and his reverie disappeared. People in Hengshu already like it.
