Chapter 22
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Fu Zhen may have been frightened this evening, and his state is somewhat wrong. At this time, he is as willful as a child, pulling Jiang Hengshu's clothes and asking him, "can you talk to me?"
Jiang Hengshu: "what do you want to say?"
In fact, Fu Zhen didn't think about what to say to Jiang Hengshu. He just didn't want to sleep. He just wanted Jiang Hengshu to accompany him again. He knew that he was selfish, but he couldn't control himself.
"Let me tell you the story of my childhood." Fu Zhen thought for a long time and said to Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu gave a hum, and the rest of his eyes caught a glimpse of Fu Zhen's alarm clock on the bedside table. The clock was approaching three at a very slow speed. The sky outside was still dark, and the sun would not appear until a long time later.
"I was very naughty for a period of time when I was a child. No one in my family could control me except my father. Once my father went on a business trip and my brother was not at home. I climbed up to the big banyan tree behind our house and watched them look for me all day. Later, they couldn't find me. They called my father, who came back from other places all night And took me off the tree
Later, Fu Zhen learned from Fu ting that Fu Jianchen had just negotiated a deal worth more than 100 million yuan on his return trip.
"And then?" Jiang Hengshu asked him.
"Then he coaxed me all night and beat me up the next day." Fu Zhen said this with a smile on his face, but the smile soon disappeared.
When Fu Zhen was kidnapped, he did not hold any hope that Fu Jianchen would come to rescue him. Just as he passed the street in front of the clinic, he overheard a child calling his father. He suddenly remembered Fu Jianchen.
He once had a father who loved him, loved his brother, and had a happy home.
“…… I miss my dad, but I know that he will never appear again... "
"I can't accept that there are no more of them, but I miss him very much at a certain moment."
“……”
Fu Zhen's eyelids grew deeper and deeper, and his voice became lower and lower. Jiang Hengshu always sat by his bed until Fu Zhen's voice disappeared, leaving only the sound of even breathing. The crystal tears protruded from the corners of his eyes and slid down his cheek, dripping onto the blue pillow towel, leaving a dark mark.
Jiang Hengshu felt that the scene in front of him was familiar. He hesitated to raise his hand and dry the tears on Fu Zhen's face.
"Don't leave..." Fu Zhen murmured in a low voice, holding on to the fingers of Jiang Hengshu's clothes tightly.
Jiang Hengshu looks down at the young man on the bed. With tenderness and pity in his eyes, he will be tucked in by the corner.
He has to go to the construction site to investigate the missing case tomorrow, but now as soon as he moves a little, Fu Zhen's eyebrows will wrinkle, as if he is about to wake up. For the first time, Jiang Hengshu feels that he really has the potential to be a virgin.
He took off his coat and lay down beside Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen in his dream seemed to feel something. He turned over and put his arm on Jiang Hengshu's body.
Jiang Hengshu turned off the light, and their bodies leaned together in the dark, breathing and mingling. He somehow recalled that night in the bar, but he could not remember anything except the dim light and faint shadow.
At the other end of the city, the Fu family's villa in the middle of the mountain is silent, like the water of the moonlight, like a fairyland on earth.
Fu Jianchen had a dream. The dream was boundless ocean. His children sat on a lonely boat and looked at him with big eyes. His eyes were covered with a layer of water mist. He looked melancholy and lonely. Fu Jianchen had a terrible heart pain. He tried his best to turn the rudder in his hand to come to the child quickly.
But when the storm suddenly came, the calm sea suddenly surged up and set off a huge wave, which drowned the boat with a roar. The children on board could only make a short scream, and there was nothing left.
The sea was foaming and his child would never come back.
Fu Jianchen woke up from his dream again. His palms were moist. He remembered what he had seen in his dream, and his heart was throbbing again.
After that day, he never received a phone call from the kidnappers. When he faced Tang ququ in the daytime, he would not think of Fu Zhen being kidnapped. He would only think of him after every nightmare.
Fu Jianchen took up his mobile phone and found that the kidnapper's number had been pulled into the blacklist at any time. Fu was stunned for a long time. His fingers slipped on the screen for several times and dialed the number.
The phone rang for a long time before being connected. Liu Han at the other end of the line was very short of breath, as if he was running for his life: "Fu Jianchen?"
Followed by a string of swearing words, until Liu Han finished scolding, Fu Jianchen asked: "how is Fu Zhen now?"
Liu Han on the other end of the phone sneered and then said casually, "I guess I'm dead."
Without waiting for Fu Jianchen to ask further, Liu Han hung up the phone and pulled Fu Jianchen's number black, which was also Fengshui in turn.Fu Jianchen casually put on a dress and walked out of the room. He went down the stairs and stood in front of the sofa in the living room, holding his mobile phone, not knowing who to call.
There was a brisk footstep behind her. Fu turned her head and found that Tang was walking down the stairs. She came to Fu Jianchen's eyes and asked him, "what's wrong with you, dad?"
Fu Jianchen was stunned, like an ancient fossil. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "it's OK."
"The father went back to his room early to have a rest," Tang said with a smile
"You too. Good night." Fu Jianchen said this, put down the mobile phone, turned and went upstairs.
Tang curved to stand in place, staring at Fu Jianchen's back, into deep thinking.
……
Jiang Hengshu woke up after less than four hours' sleep. Fu Zhen beside him was still sleeping. His breath was long, and he threw himself on his face with a trace of warmth.
He carefully removed Fu Zhen's arm from his body, then got up and walked out of the room. He sat on the sofa in the living room, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number: "help me find a person."
"Who?"
"Fu Zhen."
The other side promised very happily: "I'll give you the result in three days."
After Jiang hung up the phone, he closed his eyes against the sofa. The light of the morning sun shone from the window and spread from the floor to the sofa.
The dead and silent rental house gradually came to life, the sound of conversation, the sound of opening the door, the sound of water flow Many kinds of sounds are mixed together to form a volume of the world.
Fu Zhen also wakes up with this residential building. Remembering what happened last night, he feels that he can't face Jiang Hengshu. He is really dizzy. Last night, Jiang Hengshu must be very tired. He has been pestering for so long. Fu Zhen sighs a long sigh. Jiang Hengshu is really a good man.
He tidied up his messy hair, dragged his slippers and pushed the door out of the room. He saw Jiang Hengshu sitting on the sofa. The sun fell on his short black hair and his blue eyes.
When Fu Zhen walked over, Jiang Hengshu noticed his arrival and looked up at him. He only heard Fu Zhen say to himself, "thank you last night."
Jiang Hengshu nodded and said to Fu Zhen, "don't go to the construction site today. I'll ask for a leave from the foreman."
Fu Zhen also thinks so. He can't push a cart of sand on the ground when he goes to the construction site. He just hopes that the foreman doesn't think that he is deliberately lying to cheat him in order not to go to the construction site.
"I'm gone." Jiang Hengshu picked up the coat on the sofa and left the rental house.
After Jiang Hengshu left, Fu Zhen made a simple breakfast for himself. After eating, he took out his mobile phone and opened his microblog.
This kidnapping delayed him for three days. One illustration should have been submitted last night. Now the other party should think that he has taken the deposit and ran away. There are several private letters from the other party last night, but the tone is very good. Fu Zhen is even more guilty. He quickly sends a message to the other party.
[I'm sorry, something happened at home these days. The painting has not been finished yet. The drawing can only be made the day after tomorrow. If you are in a hurry, I can refund the deposit to you. If you are willing to wait, I will give you a discount and charge you half of the money]
after almost three seconds, there will be a reply soon.
Is madam OK? ]
[it's all right, thank you for your concern]
[I'm not in a hurry. It doesn't matter if my wife delivers the manuscript two days later.
[thank you]
although the other party said he didn't mind, Fu Zhen still felt sorry. He didn't plan to ask for the final payment of this illustration. There were still two headshots to hand in tomorrow Fu Zhen took out his notebook and drawing board and began to draw. Time ran away from his pen. In the interval of news, Fu Zhen browsed a piece of news on the Internet: "the chronicle of Shazhou" is expected to be adapted into a live TV series, and Tang wanwan intends to play the leading role.
Fu Zhen's head is full of question marks. Didn't Tang wanwan refuse to buy the copyright of the chronicle of Shazhou? Where did the news come from now?
What surprised him even more was that at the bottom of the news, there was a press conference of another film. Although there was only a small screenshot, Fu Zhen could see at a glance that it was the graduation work that he had painstakingly shot but had not yet been released, and it may be about to appear on the big screen, like he used to be As expected.
It's just that he's not the director of the movie.
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Fu Zhen may have been frightened this evening, and his state is somewhat wrong. At this time, he is as willful as a child, pulling Jiang Hengshu's clothes and asking him, "can you talk to me?"
Jiang Hengshu: "what do you want to say?"
In fact, Fu Zhen didn't think about what to say to Jiang Hengshu. He just didn't want to sleep. He just wanted Jiang Hengshu to accompany him again. He knew that he was selfish, but he couldn't control himself.
"Let me tell you the story of my childhood." Fu Zhen thought for a long time and said to Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu gave a hum, and the rest of his eyes caught a glimpse of Fu Zhen's alarm clock on the bedside table. The clock was approaching three at a very slow speed. The sky outside was still dark, and the sun would not appear until a long time later.
"I was very naughty for a period of time when I was a child. No one in my family could control me except my father. Once my father went on a business trip and my brother was not at home. I climbed up to the big banyan tree behind our house and watched them look for me all day. Later, they couldn't find me. They called my father, who came back from other places all night And took me off the tree
Later, Fu Zhen learned from Fu ting that Fu Jianchen had just negotiated a deal worth more than 100 million yuan on his return trip.
"And then?" Jiang Hengshu asked him.
"Then he coaxed me all night and beat me up the next day." Fu Zhen said this with a smile on his face, but the smile soon disappeared.
When Fu Zhen was kidnapped, he did not hold any hope that Fu Jianchen would come to rescue him. Just as he passed the street in front of the clinic, he overheard a child calling his father. He suddenly remembered Fu Jianchen.
He once had a father who loved him, loved his brother, and had a happy home.
“…… I miss my dad, but I know that he will never appear again... "
"I can't accept that there are no more of them, but I miss him very much at a certain moment."
“……”
Fu Zhen's eyelids grew deeper and deeper, and his voice became lower and lower. Jiang Hengshu always sat by his bed until Fu Zhen's voice disappeared, leaving only the sound of even breathing. The crystal tears protruded from the corners of his eyes and slid down his cheek, dripping onto the blue pillow towel, leaving a dark mark.
Jiang Hengshu felt that the scene in front of him was familiar. He hesitated to raise his hand and dry the tears on Fu Zhen's face.
"Don't leave..." Fu Zhen murmured in a low voice, holding on to the fingers of Jiang Hengshu's clothes tightly.
Jiang Hengshu looks down at the young man on the bed. With tenderness and pity in his eyes, he will be tucked in by the corner.
He has to go to the construction site to investigate the missing case tomorrow, but now as soon as he moves a little, Fu Zhen's eyebrows will wrinkle, as if he is about to wake up. For the first time, Jiang Hengshu feels that he really has the potential to be a virgin.
He took off his coat and lay down beside Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen in his dream seemed to feel something. He turned over and put his arm on Jiang Hengshu's body.
Jiang Hengshu turned off the light, and their bodies leaned together in the dark, breathing and mingling. He somehow recalled that night in the bar, but he could not remember anything except the dim light and faint shadow.
At the other end of the city, the Fu family's villa in the middle of the mountain is silent, like the water of the moonlight, like a fairyland on earth.
Fu Jianchen had a dream. The dream was boundless ocean. His children sat on a lonely boat and looked at him with big eyes. His eyes were covered with a layer of water mist. He looked melancholy and lonely. Fu Jianchen had a terrible heart pain. He tried his best to turn the rudder in his hand to come to the child quickly.
But when the storm suddenly came, the calm sea suddenly surged up and set off a huge wave, which drowned the boat with a roar. The children on board could only make a short scream, and there was nothing left.
The sea was foaming and his child would never come back.
Fu Jianchen woke up from his dream again. His palms were moist. He remembered what he had seen in his dream, and his heart was throbbing again.
After that day, he never received a phone call from the kidnappers. When he faced Tang ququ in the daytime, he would not think of Fu Zhen being kidnapped. He would only think of him after every nightmare.
Fu Jianchen took up his mobile phone and found that the kidnapper's number had been pulled into the blacklist at any time. Fu was stunned for a long time. His fingers slipped on the screen for several times and dialed the number.
The phone rang for a long time before being connected. Liu Han at the other end of the line was very short of breath, as if he was running for his life: "Fu Jianchen?"
Followed by a string of swearing words, until Liu Han finished scolding, Fu Jianchen asked: "how is Fu Zhen now?"
Liu Han on the other end of the phone sneered and then said casually, "I guess I'm dead."
Without waiting for Fu Jianchen to ask further, Liu Han hung up the phone and pulled Fu Jianchen's number black, which was also Fengshui in turn.Fu Jianchen casually put on a dress and walked out of the room. He went down the stairs and stood in front of the sofa in the living room, holding his mobile phone, not knowing who to call.
There was a brisk footstep behind her. Fu turned her head and found that Tang was walking down the stairs. She came to Fu Jianchen's eyes and asked him, "what's wrong with you, dad?"
Fu Jianchen was stunned, like an ancient fossil. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "it's OK."
"The father went back to his room early to have a rest," Tang said with a smile
"You too. Good night." Fu Jianchen said this, put down the mobile phone, turned and went upstairs.
Tang curved to stand in place, staring at Fu Jianchen's back, into deep thinking.
……
Jiang Hengshu woke up after less than four hours' sleep. Fu Zhen beside him was still sleeping. His breath was long, and he threw himself on his face with a trace of warmth.
He carefully removed Fu Zhen's arm from his body, then got up and walked out of the room. He sat on the sofa in the living room, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number: "help me find a person."
"Who?"
"Fu Zhen."
The other side promised very happily: "I'll give you the result in three days."
After Jiang hung up the phone, he closed his eyes against the sofa. The light of the morning sun shone from the window and spread from the floor to the sofa.
The dead and silent rental house gradually came to life, the sound of conversation, the sound of opening the door, the sound of water flow Many kinds of sounds are mixed together to form a volume of the world.
Fu Zhen also wakes up with this residential building. Remembering what happened last night, he feels that he can't face Jiang Hengshu. He is really dizzy. Last night, Jiang Hengshu must be very tired. He has been pestering for so long. Fu Zhen sighs a long sigh. Jiang Hengshu is really a good man.
He tidied up his messy hair, dragged his slippers and pushed the door out of the room. He saw Jiang Hengshu sitting on the sofa. The sun fell on his short black hair and his blue eyes.
When Fu Zhen walked over, Jiang Hengshu noticed his arrival and looked up at him. He only heard Fu Zhen say to himself, "thank you last night."
Jiang Hengshu nodded and said to Fu Zhen, "don't go to the construction site today. I'll ask for a leave from the foreman."
Fu Zhen also thinks so. He can't push a cart of sand on the ground when he goes to the construction site. He just hopes that the foreman doesn't think that he is deliberately lying to cheat him in order not to go to the construction site.
"I'm gone." Jiang Hengshu picked up the coat on the sofa and left the rental house.
After Jiang Hengshu left, Fu Zhen made a simple breakfast for himself. After eating, he took out his mobile phone and opened his microblog.
This kidnapping delayed him for three days. One illustration should have been submitted last night. Now the other party should think that he has taken the deposit and ran away. There are several private letters from the other party last night, but the tone is very good. Fu Zhen is even more guilty. He quickly sends a message to the other party.
[I'm sorry, something happened at home these days. The painting has not been finished yet. The drawing can only be made the day after tomorrow. If you are in a hurry, I can refund the deposit to you. If you are willing to wait, I will give you a discount and charge you half of the money]
after almost three seconds, there will be a reply soon.
Is madam OK? ]
[it's all right, thank you for your concern]
[I'm not in a hurry. It doesn't matter if my wife delivers the manuscript two days later.
[thank you]
although the other party said he didn't mind, Fu Zhen still felt sorry. He didn't plan to ask for the final payment of this illustration. There were still two headshots to hand in tomorrow Fu Zhen took out his notebook and drawing board and began to draw. Time ran away from his pen. In the interval of news, Fu Zhen browsed a piece of news on the Internet: "the chronicle of Shazhou" is expected to be adapted into a live TV series, and Tang wanwan intends to play the leading role.
Fu Zhen's head is full of question marks. Didn't Tang wanwan refuse to buy the copyright of the chronicle of Shazhou? Where did the news come from now?
What surprised him even more was that at the bottom of the news, there was a press conference of another film. Although there was only a small screenshot, Fu Zhen could see at a glance that it was the graduation work that he had painstakingly shot but had not yet been released, and it may be about to appear on the big screen, like he used to be As expected.
It's just that he's not the director of the movie.
Fu Zhen may have been frightened this evening, and his state is somewhat wrong. At this time, he is as willful as a child, pulling Jiang Hengshu's clothes and asking him, "can you talk to me?" Jiang Hengshu: "what do you want to say?" In fact, Fu Zhen didn't think about what to say to Jiang Hengshu. He just didn't want to sleep. He just wanted Jiang Hengshu to accompany him again. He knew that he was selfish, but he couldn't control himself. "Let me tell you the story of my childhood." Fu Zhen thought for a long time and said to Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu gave a hum, and the rest of his eyes caught a glimpse of Fu Zhen's alarm clock on the bedside table. The clock was approaching three at a very slow speed. The sky outside was still dark, and the sun would not appear until a long time later. "I was very naughty for a period of time when I was a child. No one in my family could control me except my father. Once my father went on a business trip and my brother was not at home. I climbed up to the big banyan tree behind our house and watched them look for me all day. Later, they couldn't find me. They called my father, who came back from other places all night And took me off the tree Later, Fu Zhen learned from Fu ting that Fu Jianchen had just negotiated a deal worth more than 100 million yuan on his return trip. "And then?" Jiang Hengshu asked him. "Then he coaxed me all night and beat me up the next day." Fu Zhen said this with a smile on his face, but the smile soon disappeared. When Fu Zhen was kidnapped, he did not hold any hope that Fu Jianchen would come to rescue him. Just as he passed the street in front of the clinic, he overheard a child calling his father. He suddenly remembered Fu Jianchen. He once had a father who loved him, loved his brother, and had a happy home. I miss my dad, but I know that he will never appear again... " "I can't accept that there are no more of them, but I miss him very much at a certain moment." Fu Zhen's eyelids grew deeper and deeper, and his voice became lower and lower. Jiang Hengshu always sat by his bed until Fu Zhen's voice disappeared, leaving only the sound of even breathing. The crystal tears protruded from the corners of his eyes and slid down his cheek, dripping onto the blue pillow towel, leaving a dark mark. Jiang Hengshu felt that the scene in front of him was familiar. He hesitated to raise his hand and dry the tears on Fu Zhen's face. "Don't leave..." Fu Zhen murmured in a low voice, holding on to the fingers of Jiang Hengshu's clothes tightly. Jiang Hengshu looks down at the young man on the bed. With tenderness and pity in his eyes, he will be tucked in by the corner. He has to go to the construction site to investigate the missing case tomorrow, but now as soon as he moves a little, Fu Zhen's eyebrows will wrinkle, as if he is about to wake up. For the first time, Jiang Hengshu feels that he really has the potential to be a virgin. He took off his coat and lay down beside Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen in his dream seemed to feel something. He turned over and put his arm on Jiang Hengshu's body. Jiang Hengshu turned off the light, and their bodies leaned together in the dark, breathing and mingling. He somehow recalled that night in the bar, but he could not remember anything except the dim light and faint shadow. At the other end of the city, the Fu family's villa in the middle of the mountain is silent, like the water of the moonlight, like a fairyland on earth. Fu Jianchen had a dream. The dream was boundless ocean. His children sat on a lonely boat and looked at him with big eyes. His eyes were covered with a layer of water mist. He looked melancholy and lonely. Fu Jianchen had a terrible heart pain. He tried his best to turn the rudder in his hand to come to the child quickly. But when the storm suddenly came, the calm sea suddenly surged up and set off a huge wave, which drowned the boat with a roar. The children on board could only make a short scream, and there was nothing left. The sea was foaming and his child would never come back. Fu Jianchen woke up from his dream again. His palms were moist. He remembered what he had seen in his dream, and his heart was throbbing again. After that day, he never received a phone call from the kidnappers. When he faced Tang ququ in the daytime, he would not think of Fu Zhen being kidnapped. He would only think of him after every nightmare. Fu Jianchen took up his mobile phone and found that the kidnapper's number had been pulled into the blacklist at any time. Fu was stunned for a long time. His fingers slipped on the screen for several times and dialed the number. The phone rang for a long time before being connected. Liu Han at the other end of the line was very short of breath, as if he was running for his life: "Fu Jianchen?" Followed by a string of swearing words, until Liu Han finished scolding, Fu Jianchen asked: "how is Fu Zhen now?" Liu Han on the other end of the phone sneered and then said casually, "I guess I'm dead." Without waiting for Fu Jianchen to ask further, Liu Han hung up the phone and pulled Fu Jianchen's number black, which was also Fengshui in turn.Fu Jianchen casually put on a dress and walked out of the room. He went down the stairs and stood in front of the sofa in the living room, holding his mobile phone, not knowing who to call. There was a brisk footstep behind her. Fu turned her head and found that Tang was walking down the stairs. She came to Fu Jianchen's eyes and asked him, "what's wrong with you, dad?" Fu Jianchen was stunned, like an ancient fossil. After a long time, he shook his head and said, "it's OK." "The father went back to his room early to have a rest," Tang said with a smile "You too. Good night." Fu Jianchen said this, put down the mobile phone, turned and went upstairs. Tang curved to stand in place, staring at Fu Jianchen's back, into deep thinking. Jiang Hengshu woke up after less than four hours' sleep. Fu Zhen beside him was still sleeping. His breath was long, and he threw himself on his face with a trace of warmth. He carefully removed Fu Zhen's arm from his body, then got up and walked out of the room. He sat on the sofa in the living room, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number: "help me find a person." "Who?" "Fu Zhen." The other side promised very happily: "I'll give you the result in three days." After Jiang hung up the phone, he closed his eyes against the sofa. The light of the morning sun shone from the window and spread from the floor to the sofa. The dead and silent rental house gradually came to life, the sound of conversation, the sound of opening the door, the sound of water flow Many kinds of sounds are mixed together to form a volume of the world. Fu Zhen also wakes up with this residential building. Remembering what happened last night, he feels that he can't face Jiang Hengshu. He is really dizzy. Last night, Jiang Hengshu must be very tired. He has been pestering for so long. Fu Zhen sighs a long sigh. Jiang Hengshu is really a good man. He tidied up his messy hair, dragged his slippers and pushed the door out of the room. He saw Jiang Hengshu sitting on the sofa. The sun fell on his short black hair and his blue eyes. When Fu Zhen walked over, Jiang Hengshu noticed his arrival and looked up at him. He only heard Fu Zhen say to himself, "thank you last night." Jiang Hengshu nodded and said to Fu Zhen, "don't go to the construction site today. I'll ask for a leave from the foreman." Fu Zhen also thinks so. He can't push a cart of sand on the ground when he goes to the construction site. He just hopes that the foreman doesn't think that he is deliberately lying to cheat him in order not to go to the construction site. "I'm gone." Jiang Hengshu picked up the coat on the sofa and left the rental house. After Jiang Hengshu left, Fu Zhen made a simple breakfast for himself. After eating, he took out his mobile phone and opened his microblog. This kidnapping delayed him for three days. One illustration should have been submitted last night. Now the other party should think that he has taken the deposit and ran away. There are several private letters from the other party last night, but the tone is very good. Fu Zhen is even more guilty. He quickly sends a message to the other party. I'm sorry, something happened at home these days. The painting has not been finished yet. The drawing can only be made the day after tomorrow. If you are in a hurry, I can refund the deposit to you. If you are willing to wait, I will give you a discount and charge you half of the money after almost three seconds, there will be a reply soon. Is madam OK? it's all right, thank you for your concern I'm not in a hurry. It doesn't matter if my wife delivers the manuscript two days later. thank you although the other party said he didn't mind, Fu Zhen still felt sorry. He didn't plan to ask for the final payment of this illustration. There were still two headshots to hand in tomorrow Fu Zhen took out his notebook and drawing board and began to draw. Time ran away from his pen. In the interval of news, Fu Zhen browsed a piece of news on the Internet: "the chronicle of Shazhou" is expected to be adapted into a live TV series, and Tang wanwan intends to play the leading role. Fu Zhen's head is full of question marks. Didn't Tang wanwan refuse to buy the copyright of the chronicle of Shazhou? Where did the news come from now? What surprised him even more was that at the bottom of the news, there was a press conference of another film. Although there was only a small screenshot, Fu Zhen could see at a glance that it was the graduation work that he had painstakingly shot but had not yet been released, and it may be about to appear on the big screen, like he used to be As expected. It's just that he's not the director of the movie.
