Chapter 23
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Fu Zhen clenched his hands into fists, propped his head, tilted his head and looked at the mobile phone screen. His fingers slid back and forth. The director's huge body blocked most of the screenshots behind him. The film has not been released yet. The director is also vague about the content of the film. He can't fully guarantee that this is the one he made at that time.
It's funny to say that Fu Zhen made a film about family relationship. It was originally a father's Day gift to Fu Jianchen, but later his father banned it. This film never came out again.
Fu Zhen turned off his mobile phone and went on with the head portrait he had not finished just now. Occasionally, a few pictures flashed in his mind, about the film and the chronicle of Shazhou.
He does not have any skills now, but he will not let people bully him. If the film is forever buried in the memory box, he has nothing to say. If it is really released in the name of another person, he can also make the other party lose his reputation.
He had nothing to say with Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting, but he didn't want his efforts to be wasted.
Fu Zhen put down his brush and looked at his portrait on the computer screen. There was a smile on the corner of his lips. There was a trace of bitterness in his smile. He seemed to find that his smile was not good in his reflection on the screen. He moved his lips and folded up his smile.
After the portrait was finished, Fu Zhen rubbed his fingers and began to draw a draft of the illustration.
As usual, Jiang Hengshu did not come back from the construction site until it was dark. Instead, he did not go back to his room as usual. Instead, he raised his hand and knocked on Fu Zhen's door. Fu Zhen opened the door and saw Jiang Hengshu standing at the door and was shocked.
Before, Jiang Hengshu was hiding from himself, but since he was rescued, Jiang Hengshu's attitude towards himself has returned to the same as before. No, it seems to be better than before.
Jiang Hengshu took out an envelope from his pocket: "this is the wages of this month settled by the foreman for you. Please count it and see if it is less."
Fu Zhen took it over, opened the envelope in front of Jiang Hengshu, and quickly ordered it again. It was eighteen yuan in total, which was 40 yuan more than what was recorded in his account book.
Fu Zhen remembers that once he was caught washing his wounds. The foreman deducted half a day's wages. According to the stingy nature of the foreman, the 40 yuan should not be given to himself, but maybe the foreman forgot when he was settling accounts, or he heard that he was kidnapped and comforted himself. It was only 40 yuan. Fu Zhen didn't think too much. He took the money and said thanks to Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu nodded, pursed his lips and did not speak. Fu Zhen was right. The foreman was really stingy. Naturally, he supplied Fu Zhen with the money.
Fu Zhen threw the money and the envelope on the bed. He originally wanted to choose a gift for Jiang Hengshu at Christmas to thank him for his care. But Christmas has already passed, and that time was when Jiang Hengshu was most indifferent to himself. The gift he selected was still in the drawer and could not be sent out. Jiang Hengshu saved himself again yesterday How to repay him?
According to those tacky old movies, saving lives should be promised to each other, but Jiang Hengshu would not like him to repay his kindness in this way.
It happened that he got his salary today. Fu Zhen thought about it. He asked Jiang Hengshu, "do you have time tomorrow evening?"
"What's the matter?" Asked Jiang Hengshu.
Fu Zhen raised his head and said to Jiang Hengshu, "I'd like to invite you to dinner."
Jiang Hengshu, Fu Zhen's light lips and black eyes reflected his figure. He looked at his head and said, "OK."
Jiang Hengshu had some regrets after he came down. In fact, he didn't have much free time. Although the missing case on the construction site was about to have a result, his mother was always urging him to go home recently.
However, Fu Zhen began to smile at this time. His eyebrows were vivid and bright, and the whole person exuded a pleasant breath. Jiang Hengshu felt that it was nothing to promise him just now.
Soon after returning to his room, Jiang Hengshu received a phone call from the person he had looked for in the morning. Jiang Hengshu asked, "didn't you say that the result will be given three days later?"
"Isn't that what I thought you said Fu Zhen was a mysterious figure?"
Jiang Hengshu: "say it."
"Fu Jianchen, do you know?" The man asked him on the phone.
"Yes, I have."
"Fu Zhen is Fu Jianchen's youngest son. Two years ago, Fu Jianchen brought back an illegitimate daughter, Tang wanwan, from outside. Fu Zhen didn't deal with Tang Duan, and they often quarreled. Later, because Fu Zhen changed the rope of diaowiya when he was shooting a movie in Tang wanwan, Tang wanwan fell off diaowiya. Fu Jianchen broke off the relationship between father and son with Fu Zhen, And drove him out of the Fu family. "
"I checked this matter. Fu Zhen did find someone to join the crew, but it was probably not diaowia who moved."
"It seems that Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting have approached Fu Zhen several times because of the copyright issue of the Shazhou chronicle. The Liu brothers also wanted to kidnap Fu Zhen and ask for money from Fu Jianchen because they saw Fu Jianchen looking for Fu Zhen several times, and they thought that they might be reconciled. So they wanted to kidnap Fu Zhen and ask for money from Fu Jianchen. But Fu Jianchen never thought about recognizing Fu Zhen back to Fu's family again," the voice on the other end of the phone stopped, He continued, "Tang transferred the photos that should have been sent to Fu Jianchen's mobile phone to his mobile phone. Now he may think Fu Zhen is dead."Jiang Hengshu: "I know."
"What's the relationship between Fu Zhen and you? I heard from Wang Tong that you took him to the hero to save the beauty yesterday? "
"It's none of your business." Jiang Hengshu cold road.
The voice in the telephone issued a sigh: "cross the river and tear down the bridge, remove the mill and kill the donkey, that is you."
Jiang Hengshu was not annoyed. He asked, "you learn idioms from Wang Tong."
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing else. The phone is off." Jiang Hengshu slides down the red hang up key.
Jiang Hengshu hung up the phone and threw his mobile phone aside. He sat on the chair with a copy of dream analysis in his hand. Only after reading two lines, Jiang Hengshu's thoughts flew to other places.
Last night, in the cramped room, Fu Zhen was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and some inaudible words murmured in his mouth. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes and wet the pillow towel. Jiang Hengshu's heart was caught off guard by the thin thread, which made him ache.
There was a knock at the door. Jiang Hengshu closed his book and put it on the table beside him. Then he got up and went to open the door. Outside stood Fu Zhen. Jiang Hengshu asked, "what's the matter?"
Fu Zhen was holding his laptop in his arms. His hair on his head was a little messy, and there were a few fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He asked Jiang Hengshu shyly, "my computer is broken. Can you take a look at it for me?"
"Let me see."
Fu Zhen handed the computer into Jiang Hengshu's hand, followed Jiang Hengshu into his room. He explained to Jiang Hengshu: "when I was painting just now, the keyboard of the computer suddenly failed. Then I restart the computer and I can't open it again."
Jiang Hengshu nodded. It can be seen that Fu Zhen's computer has been used for several years. The computer has been loading since it was started. Jiang Hengshu is not Wang Tong. He is not familiar with computer operation and repair. He pressed it blindly for a while and did not respond.
"Forget it," Jiang Hengshu returned the computer to Fu Zhen, "use mine."
Fu Zhen: "ah?"
Jiang Hengshu turned and bent down and pulled out the oversized suitcase that he had brought the day he came from under the bed. The suitcase was not locked. After opening the lid, there were a pile of clothes on the top, some documents, bank cards, membership cards and so on. Fu Zhen was far away from the bed and couldn't read the words on the top.
Jiang Hengshu squatted down and turned over. He found a silver notebook from the inside. He got up and handed it to Fu Zhen: "here."
Fu Zhen was still a little confused. He looked at the notebook that had been sent to him. Although he had been expelled from Fu's family and had no money, he still recognized the brand of the computer. The computer that Jiang Hengshu lent to himself would cost him at least 50000 yuan.
Jiang Hengshu did not lie to himself. He did not lack money.
Fu Zhen couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. He hoped that Jiang Hengshu would make a fortune one day, have a wife and a son, and live a happy life. He also hoped that he could help him.
But I couldn't do anything.
"Thank you," Fu Zhen said with a smile, "I'll pay you back tomorrow."
Jiang Hengshu didn't understand. Although Fu Zhen was laughing, he felt a sense of loss in his body.
"Use the computer first. I'm useless."
Fu Zhen returned to his room with two computers in his hand. After returning, he inserted the drawing board into Jiang Hengshu's computer. Fortunately, he saved a copy of his unfinished illustrations in the cloud before the computer was shut down. Fu Zhen downloaded the painting from the cloud disk, opened it with Sai, and continued to refine it.
Jiang Hengshu's computer is much better than Fu Zhen's second-hand master's machine. Fu Zhen's paintings are distracted and his writing speed gradually slows down. Who is Jiang Hengshu?
Fu Zhen couldn't understand why he came to the construction site to suffer because he didn't need money.
Fu Zhen thought of Jiang Hengshu that he saw in the bar. The manager of the bar also had some background. However, there was no airs in front of Jiang Hengshu. The gap between him and Jiang Hengshu might be bigger than he imagined.
Fu Zhen took a long breath. He didn't have to think about so much. As long as he knew that Jiang Hengshu would live well in the future, it was enough.
He will be invited to dinner tomorrow. He should have asked Jiang Hengshu if he has any taboos. Fu Zhen scratched his head. He has just come out of Jiang Hengshu's room. Now he will not disturb him too much.
If you don't choose more shops, let Jiang Hengshu choose them tomorrow. Fu Zhen thinks this is a good way. He takes back these confused ideas and lowers his head to continue drawing.
The painting he imagined was more difficult to draw. He could not satisfy Fu Zhen after several alterations. He put down his pen and sighed. If there was enough time, he should have a look at the other party's original work, but he didn't have so much time now.
Fu Zhen opened micro-blog and searched some topics about the original. It turned out that there were five yellow lines and three rainbow farts in ten micro-blog, and the two official account was the advertisement of the public number.
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Fu Zhen clenched his hands into fists, propped his head, tilted his head and looked at the mobile phone screen. His fingers slid back and forth. The director's huge body blocked most of the screenshots behind him. The film has not been released yet. The director is also vague about the content of the film. He can't fully guarantee that this is the one he made at that time.
It's funny to say that Fu Zhen made a film about family relationship. It was originally a father's Day gift to Fu Jianchen, but later his father banned it. This film never came out again.
Fu Zhen turned off his mobile phone and went on with the head portrait he had not finished just now. Occasionally, a few pictures flashed in his mind, about the film and the chronicle of Shazhou.
He does not have any skills now, but he will not let people bully him. If the film is forever buried in the memory box, he has nothing to say. If it is really released in the name of another person, he can also make the other party lose his reputation.
He had nothing to say with Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting, but he didn't want his efforts to be wasted.
Fu Zhen put down his brush and looked at his portrait on the computer screen. There was a smile on the corner of his lips. There was a trace of bitterness in his smile. He seemed to find that his smile was not good in his reflection on the screen. He moved his lips and folded up his smile.
After the portrait was finished, Fu Zhen rubbed his fingers and began to draw a draft of the illustration.
As usual, Jiang Hengshu did not come back from the construction site until it was dark. Instead, he did not go back to his room as usual. Instead, he raised his hand and knocked on Fu Zhen's door. Fu Zhen opened the door and saw Jiang Hengshu standing at the door and was shocked.
Before, Jiang Hengshu was hiding from himself, but since he was rescued, Jiang Hengshu's attitude towards himself has returned to the same as before. No, it seems to be better than before.
Jiang Hengshu took out an envelope from his pocket: "this is the wages of this month settled by the foreman for you. Please count it and see if it is less."
Fu Zhen took it over, opened the envelope in front of Jiang Hengshu, and quickly ordered it again. It was eighteen yuan in total, which was 40 yuan more than what was recorded in his account book.
Fu Zhen remembers that once he was caught washing his wounds. The foreman deducted half a day's wages. According to the stingy nature of the foreman, the 40 yuan should not be given to himself, but maybe the foreman forgot when he was settling accounts, or he heard that he was kidnapped and comforted himself. It was only 40 yuan. Fu Zhen didn't think too much. He took the money and said thanks to Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu nodded, pursed his lips and did not speak. Fu Zhen was right. The foreman was really stingy. Naturally, he supplied Fu Zhen with the money.
Fu Zhen threw the money and the envelope on the bed. He originally wanted to choose a gift for Jiang Hengshu at Christmas to thank him for his care. But Christmas has already passed, and that time was when Jiang Hengshu was most indifferent to himself. The gift he selected was still in the drawer and could not be sent out. Jiang Hengshu saved himself again yesterday How to repay him?
According to those tacky old movies, saving lives should be promised to each other, but Jiang Hengshu would not like him to repay his kindness in this way.
It happened that he got his salary today. Fu Zhen thought about it. He asked Jiang Hengshu, "do you have time tomorrow evening?"
"What's the matter?" Asked Jiang Hengshu.
Fu Zhen raised his head and said to Jiang Hengshu, "I'd like to invite you to dinner."
Jiang Hengshu, Fu Zhen's light lips and black eyes reflected his figure. He looked at his head and said, "OK."
Jiang Hengshu had some regrets after he came down. In fact, he didn't have much free time. Although the missing case on the construction site was about to have a result, his mother was always urging him to go home recently.
However, Fu Zhen began to smile at this time. His eyebrows were vivid and bright, and the whole person exuded a pleasant breath. Jiang Hengshu felt that it was nothing to promise him just now.
Soon after returning to his room, Jiang Hengshu received a phone call from the person he had looked for in the morning. Jiang Hengshu asked, "didn't you say that the result will be given three days later?"
"Isn't that what I thought you said Fu Zhen was a mysterious figure?"
Jiang Hengshu: "say it."
"Fu Jianchen, do you know?" The man asked him on the phone.
"Yes, I have."
"Fu Zhen is Fu Jianchen's youngest son. Two years ago, Fu Jianchen brought back an illegitimate daughter, Tang wanwan, from outside. Fu Zhen didn't deal with Tang Duan, and they often quarreled. Later, because Fu Zhen changed the rope of diaowiya when he was shooting a movie in Tang wanwan, Tang wanwan fell off diaowiya. Fu Jianchen broke off the relationship between father and son with Fu Zhen, And drove him out of the Fu family. "
"I checked this matter. Fu Zhen did find someone to join the crew, but it was probably not diaowia who moved."
"It seems that Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting have approached Fu Zhen several times because of the copyright issue of the Shazhou chronicle. The Liu brothers also wanted to kidnap Fu Zhen and ask for money from Fu Jianchen because they saw Fu Jianchen looking for Fu Zhen several times, and they thought that they might be reconciled. So they wanted to kidnap Fu Zhen and ask for money from Fu Jianchen. But Fu Jianchen never thought about recognizing Fu Zhen back to Fu's family again," the voice on the other end of the phone stopped, He continued, "Tang transferred the photos that should have been sent to Fu Jianchen's mobile phone to his mobile phone. Now he may think Fu Zhen is dead."Jiang Hengshu: "I know."
"What's the relationship between Fu Zhen and you? I heard from Wang Tong that you took him to the hero to save the beauty yesterday? "
"It's none of your business." Jiang Hengshu cold road.
The voice in the telephone issued a sigh: "cross the river and tear down the bridge, remove the mill and kill the donkey, that is you."
Jiang Hengshu was not annoyed. He asked, "you learn idioms from Wang Tong."
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing else. The phone is off." Jiang Hengshu slides down the red hang up key.
Jiang Hengshu hung up the phone and threw his mobile phone aside. He sat on the chair with a copy of dream analysis in his hand. Only after reading two lines, Jiang Hengshu's thoughts flew to other places.
Last night, in the cramped room, Fu Zhen was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and some inaudible words murmured in his mouth. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes and wet the pillow towel. Jiang Hengshu's heart was caught off guard by the thin thread, which made him ache.
There was a knock at the door. Jiang Hengshu closed his book and put it on the table beside him. Then he got up and went to open the door. Outside stood Fu Zhen. Jiang Hengshu asked, "what's the matter?"
Fu Zhen was holding his laptop in his arms. His hair on his head was a little messy, and there were a few fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He asked Jiang Hengshu shyly, "my computer is broken. Can you take a look at it for me?"
"Let me see."
Fu Zhen handed the computer into Jiang Hengshu's hand, followed Jiang Hengshu into his room. He explained to Jiang Hengshu: "when I was painting just now, the keyboard of the computer suddenly failed. Then I restart the computer and I can't open it again."
Jiang Hengshu nodded. It can be seen that Fu Zhen's computer has been used for several years. The computer has been loading since it was started. Jiang Hengshu is not Wang Tong. He is not familiar with computer operation and repair. He pressed it blindly for a while and did not respond.
"Forget it," Jiang Hengshu returned the computer to Fu Zhen, "use mine."
Fu Zhen: "ah?"
Jiang Hengshu turned and bent down and pulled out the oversized suitcase that he had brought the day he came from under the bed. The suitcase was not locked. After opening the lid, there were a pile of clothes on the top, some documents, bank cards, membership cards and so on. Fu Zhen was far away from the bed and couldn't read the words on the top.
Jiang Hengshu squatted down and turned over. He found a silver notebook from the inside. He got up and handed it to Fu Zhen: "here."
Fu Zhen was still a little confused. He looked at the notebook that had been sent to him. Although he had been expelled from Fu's family and had no money, he still recognized the brand of the computer. The computer that Jiang Hengshu lent to himself would cost him at least 50000 yuan.
Jiang Hengshu did not lie to himself. He did not lack money.
Fu Zhen couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. He hoped that Jiang Hengshu would make a fortune one day, have a wife and a son, and live a happy life. He also hoped that he could help him.
But I couldn't do anything.
"Thank you," Fu Zhen said with a smile, "I'll pay you back tomorrow."
Jiang Hengshu didn't understand. Although Fu Zhen was laughing, he felt a sense of loss in his body.
"Use the computer first. I'm useless."
Fu Zhen returned to his room with two computers in his hand. After returning, he inserted the drawing board into Jiang Hengshu's computer. Fortunately, he saved a copy of his unfinished illustrations in the cloud before the computer was shut down. Fu Zhen downloaded the painting from the cloud disk, opened it with Sai, and continued to refine it.
Jiang Hengshu's computer is much better than Fu Zhen's second-hand master's machine. Fu Zhen's paintings are distracted and his writing speed gradually slows down. Who is Jiang Hengshu?
Fu Zhen couldn't understand why he came to the construction site to suffer because he didn't need money.
Fu Zhen thought of Jiang Hengshu that he saw in the bar. The manager of the bar also had some background. However, there was no airs in front of Jiang Hengshu. The gap between him and Jiang Hengshu might be bigger than he imagined.
Fu Zhen took a long breath. He didn't have to think about so much. As long as he knew that Jiang Hengshu would live well in the future, it was enough.
He will be invited to dinner tomorrow. He should have asked Jiang Hengshu if he has any taboos. Fu Zhen scratched his head. He has just come out of Jiang Hengshu's room. Now he will not disturb him too much.
If you don't choose more shops, let Jiang Hengshu choose them tomorrow. Fu Zhen thinks this is a good way. He takes back these confused ideas and lowers his head to continue drawing.
The painting he imagined was more difficult to draw. He could not satisfy Fu Zhen after several alterations. He put down his pen and sighed. If there was enough time, he should have a look at the other party's original work, but he didn't have so much time now.
Fu Zhen opened micro-blog and searched some topics about the original. It turned out that there were five yellow lines and three rainbow farts in ten micro-blog, and the two official account was the advertisement of the public number.
The author has something to say: this book will probably be put into V on this Sunday. If it is put into V on Sunday, it should be the clip of next Wednesday. I'll owe you some comments and changes in the next period of time. I'll give you all the supplements after I've finished the clip.Thank you for your support. I really try to be sweet.
Fu Zhen clenched his hands into fists, propped his head, tilted his head and looked at the mobile phone screen. His fingers slid back and forth. The director's huge body blocked most of the screenshots behind him. The film has not been released yet. The director is also vague about the content of the film. He can't fully guarantee that this is the one he made at that time. It's funny to say that Fu Zhen made a film about family relationship. It was originally a father's Day gift to Fu Jianchen, but later his father banned it. This film never came out again. Fu Zhen turned off his mobile phone and went on with the head portrait he had not finished just now. Occasionally, a few pictures flashed in his mind, about the film and the chronicle of Shazhou. He does not have any skills now, but he will not let people bully him. If the film is forever buried in the memory box, he has nothing to say. If it is really released in the name of another person, he can also make the other party lose his reputation. He had nothing to say with Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting, but he didn't want his efforts to be wasted. Fu Zhen put down his brush and looked at his portrait on the computer screen. There was a smile on the corner of his lips. There was a trace of bitterness in his smile. He seemed to find that his smile was not good in his reflection on the screen. He moved his lips and folded up his smile. After the portrait was finished, Fu Zhen rubbed his fingers and began to draw a draft of the illustration. As usual, Jiang Hengshu did not come back from the construction site until it was dark. Instead, he did not go back to his room as usual. Instead, he raised his hand and knocked on Fu Zhen's door. Fu Zhen opened the door and saw Jiang Hengshu standing at the door and was shocked. Before, Jiang Hengshu was hiding from himself, but since he was rescued, Jiang Hengshu's attitude towards himself has returned to the same as before. No, it seems to be better than before. Jiang Hengshu took out an envelope from his pocket: "this is the wages of this month settled by the foreman for you. Please count it and see if it is less." Fu Zhen took it over, opened the envelope in front of Jiang Hengshu, and quickly ordered it again. It was eighteen yuan in total, which was 40 yuan more than what was recorded in his account book. Fu Zhen remembers that once he was caught washing his wounds. The foreman deducted half a day's wages. According to the stingy nature of the foreman, the 40 yuan should not be given to himself, but maybe the foreman forgot when he was settling accounts, or he heard that he was kidnapped and comforted himself. It was only 40 yuan. Fu Zhen didn't think too much. He took the money and said thanks to Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu nodded, pursed his lips and did not speak. Fu Zhen was right. The foreman was really stingy. Naturally, he supplied Fu Zhen with the money. Fu Zhen threw the money and the envelope on the bed. He originally wanted to choose a gift for Jiang Hengshu at Christmas to thank him for his care. But Christmas has already passed, and that time was when Jiang Hengshu was most indifferent to himself. The gift he selected was still in the drawer and could not be sent out. Jiang Hengshu saved himself again yesterday How to repay him? According to those tacky old movies, saving lives should be promised to each other, but Jiang Hengshu would not like him to repay his kindness in this way. It happened that he got his salary today. Fu Zhen thought about it. He asked Jiang Hengshu, "do you have time tomorrow evening?" "What's the matter?" Asked Jiang Hengshu. Fu Zhen raised his head and said to Jiang Hengshu, "I'd like to invite you to dinner." Jiang Hengshu, Fu Zhen's light lips and black eyes reflected his figure. He looked at his head and said, "OK." Jiang Hengshu had some regrets after he came down. In fact, he didn't have much free time. Although the missing case on the construction site was about to have a result, his mother was always urging him to go home recently. However, Fu Zhen began to smile at this time. His eyebrows were vivid and bright, and the whole person exuded a pleasant breath. Jiang Hengshu felt that it was nothing to promise him just now. Soon after returning to his room, Jiang Hengshu received a phone call from the person he had looked for in the morning. Jiang Hengshu asked, "didn't you say that the result will be given three days later?" "Isn't that what I thought you said Fu Zhen was a mysterious figure?" Jiang Hengshu: "say it." "Fu Jianchen, do you know?" The man asked him on the phone. "Yes, I have." "Fu Zhen is Fu Jianchen's youngest son. Two years ago, Fu Jianchen brought back an illegitimate daughter, Tang wanwan, from outside. Fu Zhen didn't deal with Tang Duan, and they often quarreled. Later, because Fu Zhen changed the rope of diaowiya when he was shooting a movie in Tang wanwan, Tang wanwan fell off diaowiya. Fu Jianchen broke off the relationship between father and son with Fu Zhen, And drove him out of the Fu family. " "I checked this matter. Fu Zhen did find someone to join the crew, but it was probably not diaowia who moved." "It seems that Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting have approached Fu Zhen several times because of the copyright issue of the Shazhou chronicle. The Liu brothers also wanted to kidnap Fu Zhen and ask for money from Fu Jianchen because they saw Fu Jianchen looking for Fu Zhen several times, and they thought that they might be reconciled. So they wanted to kidnap Fu Zhen and ask for money from Fu Jianchen. But Fu Jianchen never thought about recognizing Fu Zhen back to Fu's family again," the voice on the other end of the phone stopped, He continued, "Tang transferred the photos that should have been sent to Fu Jianchen's mobile phone to his mobile phone. Now he may think Fu Zhen is dead."Jiang Hengshu: "I know." "What's the relationship between Fu Zhen and you? I heard from Wang Tong that you took him to the hero to save the beauty yesterday? " "It's none of your business." Jiang Hengshu cold road. The voice in the telephone issued a sigh: "cross the river and tear down the bridge, remove the mill and kill the donkey, that is you." Jiang Hengshu was not annoyed. He asked, "you learn idioms from Wang Tong." "What's the matter?" "Nothing else. The phone is off." Jiang Hengshu slides down the red hang up key. Jiang Hengshu hung up the phone and threw his mobile phone aside. He sat on the chair with a copy of dream analysis in his hand. Only after reading two lines, Jiang Hengshu's thoughts flew to other places. Last night, in the cramped room, Fu Zhen was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and some inaudible words murmured in his mouth. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes and wet the pillow towel. Jiang Hengshu's heart was caught off guard by the thin thread, which made him ache. There was a knock at the door. Jiang Hengshu closed his book and put it on the table beside him. Then he got up and went to open the door. Outside stood Fu Zhen. Jiang Hengshu asked, "what's the matter?" Fu Zhen was holding his laptop in his arms. His hair on his head was a little messy, and there were a few fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He asked Jiang Hengshu shyly, "my computer is broken. Can you take a look at it for me?" "Let me see." Fu Zhen handed the computer into Jiang Hengshu's hand, followed Jiang Hengshu into his room. He explained to Jiang Hengshu: "when I was painting just now, the keyboard of the computer suddenly failed. Then I restart the computer and I can't open it again." Jiang Hengshu nodded. It can be seen that Fu Zhen's computer has been used for several years. The computer has been loading since it was started. Jiang Hengshu is not Wang Tong. He is not familiar with computer operation and repair. He pressed it blindly for a while and did not respond. "Forget it," Jiang Hengshu returned the computer to Fu Zhen, "use mine." Fu Zhen: "ah?" Jiang Hengshu turned and bent down and pulled out the oversized suitcase that he had brought the day he came from under the bed. The suitcase was not locked. After opening the lid, there were a pile of clothes on the top, some documents, bank cards, membership cards and so on. Fu Zhen was far away from the bed and couldn't read the words on the top. Jiang Hengshu squatted down and turned over. He found a silver notebook from the inside. He got up and handed it to Fu Zhen: "here." Fu Zhen was still a little confused. He looked at the notebook that had been sent to him. Although he had been expelled from Fu's family and had no money, he still recognized the brand of the computer. The computer that Jiang Hengshu lent to himself would cost him at least 50000 yuan. Jiang Hengshu did not lie to himself. He did not lack money. Fu Zhen couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. He hoped that Jiang Hengshu would make a fortune one day, have a wife and a son, and live a happy life. He also hoped that he could help him. But I couldn't do anything. "Thank you," Fu Zhen said with a smile, "I'll pay you back tomorrow." Jiang Hengshu didn't understand. Although Fu Zhen was laughing, he felt a sense of loss in his body. "Use the computer first. I'm useless." Fu Zhen returned to his room with two computers in his hand. After returning, he inserted the drawing board into Jiang Hengshu's computer. Fortunately, he saved a copy of his unfinished illustrations in the cloud before the computer was shut down. Fu Zhen downloaded the painting from the cloud disk, opened it with Sai, and continued to refine it. Jiang Hengshu's computer is much better than Fu Zhen's second-hand master's machine. Fu Zhen's paintings are distracted and his writing speed gradually slows down. Who is Jiang Hengshu? Fu Zhen couldn't understand why he came to the construction site to suffer because he didn't need money. Fu Zhen thought of Jiang Hengshu that he saw in the bar. The manager of the bar also had some background. However, there was no airs in front of Jiang Hengshu. The gap between him and Jiang Hengshu might be bigger than he imagined. Fu Zhen took a long breath. He didn't have to think about so much. As long as he knew that Jiang Hengshu would live well in the future, it was enough. He will be invited to dinner tomorrow. He should have asked Jiang Hengshu if he has any taboos. Fu Zhen scratched his head. He has just come out of Jiang Hengshu's room. Now he will not disturb him too much. If you don't choose more shops, let Jiang Hengshu choose them tomorrow. Fu Zhen thinks this is a good way. He takes back these confused ideas and lowers his head to continue drawing. The painting he imagined was more difficult to draw. He could not satisfy Fu Zhen after several alterations. He put down his pen and sighed. If there was enough time, he should have a look at the other party's original work, but he didn't have so much time now. Fu Zhen opened micro-blog and searched some topics about the original. It turned out that there were five yellow lines and three rainbow farts in ten micro-blog, and the two official account was the advertisement of the public number. The author has something to say: this book will probably be put into V on this Sunday. If it is put into V on Sunday, it should be the clip of next Wednesday. I'll owe you some comments and changes in the next period of time. I'll give you all the supplements after I've finished the clip.Thank you for your support. I really try to be sweet.
