Chapter 24
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The original is a horror suspense novel, which has a high popularity on the website. It's a great honor to find myself to paint a colorful illustration for this novel.
Just because of the high heat of the original work, Fu Zhen also felt great pressure. What style should he paint? Most of the color inserts in horror novels are dark corridors, blood stained sheets, or pale characters. Such color inserts are not impossible for Fu Zhen to draw. He just wants to draw a different style, which he hopes to give people A strange feeling, the picture is not too bloody.
Fu Zhen thought on his forehead for a while, and clattered down the four words of Guernica on the keyboard. Guernica is a huge oil painting created by Picasso against the background of German bombing the small town of Guernica in northern Spain and killing innocent people. This painting is a combination of Cubism, realism and surrealism, giving people a strong sense of tension And terror.
He doesn't have the level of Picasso. He just wants to try to imitate this style and draw a color arrangement for the author. However, before painting, he has to ask the opinions of the author. After all, this style does not seem to be acceptable.
The author is a very happy person, after knowing Fu Zhen's idea, he directly responded to it and let Fu Zhen play freely.
Fu Zhen quickly figured out the composition according to the spoiler information he found on the Internet, the personal equipment sent by the original author, and the key points extracted from each case. After his thinking became clear, Fu Zhen quickly put forward the composition. When he finally changed the sketch, he looked up and found that it would be 1:00 in the morning.
He packed up and went to bed.
January came so quietly. In the new year, it seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that it has changed a lot.
In the morning, Fu Zhen went to a computer repair shop with his computer. The computer repairer shook his head and sighed, "you computer Even if I have repaired it now, I'm sure there will be problems in two days. This computer has been used for several years. You might as well change another one. "
Fu Zhen said, "wait for a while."
After the master's operation, the computer will soon be able to work normally. Fu Zhen gave the master 50 yuan and went back to the rental room with the computer to continue the unfinished color insertion last night.
Today is new year's day. Most of the residents in the rental house went out to play. It was not until two or three o'clock in the afternoon that they came back from the outside with big bags and small bags. The originally quiet room gradually became noisy, and people talked about the new things they met in the past few days.
Fu Zhen stayed in the room quietly drawing. When it was getting dark outside and the room was about to turn on the lights, he looked up at the bottom right corner of the computer screen. It was already five o'clock.
It is estimated that Jiang Hengshu is about to return from work. Fu Zhen turns off the computer and goes out of the room and sits on the sofa in the living room outside. Not far away, several tenants are playing cards. Laughter and abuse are constantly coming. The kitchen is smelling of food. Someone is preparing a big dinner.
Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Fu Zhen raised his head and looked at the door. It was not Jiang Hengshu who came in. Fu Zhen dropped his head and slid his fingers back and forth on the mobile phone screen.
Fu Shujiang walked out of Hengjiang for 20 minutes, but he didn't even have a good appointment with Hengjiang.
Outside the sound of door push again, this time Fu Zhen did not look up, the footstep sound closer and closer, and finally stopped not far from Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen put down his mobile phone and raised his head. He saw Jiang Hengshu standing not far away from him, looking down at him. His blue eyes were as clear as the lake. Fu Zhen stood up and asked Jiang Hengshu, "are you back?"
Jiang Hengshu nodded and said to Fu Zhen, "I'll change my clothes and wait for me."
"Well." Fu Zhen turned and watched Jiang Hengshu return to his room.
Soon after, wearing a black windbreaker, Jiang Hengshu came out of the room. He came to Fu Zhen's side and said, "let's go."
Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu walked out of the crowded honeycomb like building. As soon as he got out of the building, the cold wind swept over with cold snow. Fu Zhen shrunk his neck, looked at Jiang Hengshu and said to him, "I didn't ask you yesterday. What do you want to eat?"
"All right."
"Do you have any taboos?"
Jiang Hengshu: "No
Fu Zhen had thought of several restaurants, but Jiang Hengshu said that. He felt that there was no need to ask the next question. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "can we have barbecue?"
"Well."
All right, no, well, every sentence was short to the extreme. Fu Zhen sighed slightly, walked along the road and called a taxi, and got on with Jiang Hengshu.
The air conditioner was on in the car. It was sultry. Fu Zhen looked out of the window, and the street lights along the road were already on. Some of the dilapidated edges of the city were decorated with totally different scenes during the day.
Not long after Christmas, the traces left have not been completely removed. The streets are lined with small lights. The posters of Santa Claus are glued to the yellow glass windows. Many citizens gathered in the square in front of the shopping mall and are watching a grand performance.Fu Zhenxuan's barbecue shop is not very far away from their residence. It costs less than 20 yuan to take a taxi. The barbecue shop is full of people. Fu Zhen and they wait for nearly half an hour to get a seat and lean against the window.
Fu Zhen sat down opposite Jiang Hengshu, and opposite the barbecue shop was a movie theater. Looking through the transparent glass window, Fu Zhen saw a gay couple walking towards the cinema hand in hand. The distance was too far away. In addition, the sky was dim. Even if there were street lights, Fu Zhen couldn't see them clearly. But he felt that both of them should be wearing on their faces Smile.
Jiang Hengshu found Fu really looking out of the window in a daze and asked him, "what are you looking at?"
Fu Zhen blinked, took back his sight, shook his head and laughed at Jiang Hengshu: "I didn't see anything."
Jiang Hengshu side head, happened to see under the dim yellow street lamp, the same-sex lovers hugged together, slightly taller in the other forehead imprinted a kiss.
Jiang Hengshu looked back as if nothing had happened. The waiters quickly brought the dishes they ordered. The pork oozed fat and oil, and the squid whiskers were quickly scorched by the fire and rolled up, emitting aroma.
The two of them were silent, eating their own chopsticks. They were out of tune with the lively atmosphere of the whole barbecue shop. Fu Zhen tried to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say.
The meal seemed to them, in a way, to accomplish the task.
When checking out, Fu Zhen saw an ice-cream vending machine on the left side of the counter, so he bought two cones and handed one of them to Jiang Hengshu: "here you are."
Jiang Hengshu takes the sweet cone from Fu Zhen. He doesn't really like these things. He just looks at Fu Zhen's bright eyes and forgets to refuse.
It's less than eight o'clock. The night life has just begun, but they have to go back and walk out of the barbecue shop. The cold wind is howling. Fu Zhen sips the sweet cone in his hand, and the cold wind and cold drink match each other.
The car on the street sounded a loud whistle. Jiang Hengshu looked at Fu Zhen from the side of his head. Fu Zhen held the sweet cone he had just bought in his hand. There was a bit of white cream on the corner of his mouth. Jiang Hengshu could not help stopping and looking at Fu Zhen.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Hengshu stopped to look at himself. Fu Zhen felt uneasy. He blinked and asked Jiang Hengshu, "what's the problem?"
Under the dim street lamp, Fu Zhen looked at him with the reflection of Jiang Hengshu in his dark eyes. Fu Zhen's face was red with cold. His lips were more colorful than usual because he had eaten a sweet cone.
Jiang Hengshu seems to have been seduced in general, he raised his hand and gently wiped the corners of Fu Zhen's lips with his thumb, and wiped the cream there.
Fu Zhen was stunned. He opened his lips slightly and stood still. The strong wind blew, and the melted cream from his sweet cone dropped down the paper tray onto the red floor tiles under his feet.
There was a slap, as if something had fallen with it.
Under the vast starry sky, the neon noisy city, high-rise buildings, busy traffic, he and his shadow in the street lamp overlap together, the wind gradually stopped, the vehicles also follow far away, now the world is silent.
Jiang Hengshu took back his hand. His thumb and index finger were rubbing against each other unconsciously. He knew what he had just done. After a long time, he turned around and lowered his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes were full of confusion.
"Go back." Jiang Hengshu said that they had to take a taxi to the other side of the road.
"Jiang Hengshu..." Fu Zhen spoke softly in the back, calling Jiang Hengshu's name.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Hengshu turns back.
Fu Zhen asked, "shall we go to the cinema?" My eyes are shining under the streetlights.
Jiang Hengshu was silent. He didn't give Fu Zhen an answer for a long time. Fu Zhen hung down his head in frustration. He seemed to be amorous.
"Let's go." Jiang Hengshu said.
Fu Zhen looked at Jiang Hengshu's back in a daze. Some of them didn't respond to what Jiang Hengshu said just now.
Jiang Hengshu took two steps and found that Fu Zhen did not follow. He looked back and saw that Fu Zhen was still in place. He asked Fu Zhen, "why don't you go? Aren't you going to the cinema
Fu Zhen followed.
Does Jiang Hengshu know what kind of thoughts he holds for him? What does he think of himself now?
Fu Zhen remembered that he had just rubbed the corner of his lips with his fingertips. There was still the temperature of Jiang Hengshu. The corners of his mouth could not help lifting.
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The original is a horror suspense novel, which has a high popularity on the website. It's a great honor to find myself to paint a colorful illustration for this novel.
Just because of the high heat of the original work, Fu Zhen also felt great pressure. What style should he paint? Most of the color inserts in horror novels are dark corridors, blood stained sheets, or pale characters. Such color inserts are not impossible for Fu Zhen to draw. He just wants to draw a different style, which he hopes to give people A strange feeling, the picture is not too bloody.
Fu Zhen thought on his forehead for a while, and clattered down the four words of Guernica on the keyboard. Guernica is a huge oil painting created by Picasso against the background of German bombing the small town of Guernica in northern Spain and killing innocent people. This painting is a combination of Cubism, realism and surrealism, giving people a strong sense of tension And terror.
He doesn't have the level of Picasso. He just wants to try to imitate this style and draw a color arrangement for the author. However, before painting, he has to ask the opinions of the author. After all, this style does not seem to be acceptable.
The author is a very happy person, after knowing Fu Zhen's idea, he directly responded to it and let Fu Zhen play freely.
Fu Zhen quickly figured out the composition according to the spoiler information he found on the Internet, the personal equipment sent by the original author, and the key points extracted from each case. After his thinking became clear, Fu Zhen quickly put forward the composition. When he finally changed the sketch, he looked up and found that it would be 1:00 in the morning.
He packed up and went to bed.
January came so quietly. In the new year, it seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that it has changed a lot.
In the morning, Fu Zhen went to a computer repair shop with his computer. The computer repairer shook his head and sighed, "you computer Even if I have repaired it now, I'm sure there will be problems in two days. This computer has been used for several years. You might as well change another one. "
Fu Zhen said, "wait for a while."
After the master's operation, the computer will soon be able to work normally. Fu Zhen gave the master 50 yuan and went back to the rental room with the computer to continue the unfinished color insertion last night.
Today is new year's day. Most of the residents in the rental house went out to play. It was not until two or three o'clock in the afternoon that they came back from the outside with big bags and small bags. The originally quiet room gradually became noisy, and people talked about the new things they met in the past few days.
Fu Zhen stayed in the room quietly drawing. When it was getting dark outside and the room was about to turn on the lights, he looked up at the bottom right corner of the computer screen. It was already five o'clock.
It is estimated that Jiang Hengshu is about to return from work. Fu Zhen turns off the computer and goes out of the room and sits on the sofa in the living room outside. Not far away, several tenants are playing cards. Laughter and abuse are constantly coming. The kitchen is smelling of food. Someone is preparing a big dinner.
Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Fu Zhen raised his head and looked at the door. It was not Jiang Hengshu who came in. Fu Zhen dropped his head and slid his fingers back and forth on the mobile phone screen.
Fu Shujiang walked out of Hengjiang for 20 minutes, but he didn't even have a good appointment with Hengjiang.
Outside the sound of door push again, this time Fu Zhen did not look up, the footstep sound closer and closer, and finally stopped not far from Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen put down his mobile phone and raised his head. He saw Jiang Hengshu standing not far away from him, looking down at him. His blue eyes were as clear as the lake. Fu Zhen stood up and asked Jiang Hengshu, "are you back?"
Jiang Hengshu nodded and said to Fu Zhen, "I'll change my clothes and wait for me."
"Well." Fu Zhen turned and watched Jiang Hengshu return to his room.
Soon after, wearing a black windbreaker, Jiang Hengshu came out of the room. He came to Fu Zhen's side and said, "let's go."
Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu walked out of the crowded honeycomb like building. As soon as he got out of the building, the cold wind swept over with cold snow. Fu Zhen shrunk his neck, looked at Jiang Hengshu and said to him, "I didn't ask you yesterday. What do you want to eat?"
"All right."
"Do you have any taboos?"
Jiang Hengshu: "No
Fu Zhen had thought of several restaurants, but Jiang Hengshu said that. He felt that there was no need to ask the next question. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "can we have barbecue?"
"Well."
All right, no, well, every sentence was short to the extreme. Fu Zhen sighed slightly, walked along the road and called a taxi, and got on with Jiang Hengshu.
The air conditioner was on in the car. It was sultry. Fu Zhen looked out of the window, and the street lights along the road were already on. Some of the dilapidated edges of the city were decorated with totally different scenes during the day.
Not long after Christmas, the traces left have not been completely removed. The streets are lined with small lights. The posters of Santa Claus are glued to the yellow glass windows. Many citizens gathered in the square in front of the shopping mall and are watching a grand performance.Fu Zhenxuan's barbecue shop is not very far away from their residence. It costs less than 20 yuan to take a taxi. The barbecue shop is full of people. Fu Zhen and they wait for nearly half an hour to get a seat and lean against the window.
Fu Zhen sat down opposite Jiang Hengshu, and opposite the barbecue shop was a movie theater. Looking through the transparent glass window, Fu Zhen saw a gay couple walking towards the cinema hand in hand. The distance was too far away. In addition, the sky was dim. Even if there were street lights, Fu Zhen couldn't see them clearly. But he felt that both of them should be wearing on their faces Smile.
Jiang Hengshu found Fu really looking out of the window in a daze and asked him, "what are you looking at?"
Fu Zhen blinked, took back his sight, shook his head and laughed at Jiang Hengshu: "I didn't see anything."
Jiang Hengshu side head, happened to see under the dim yellow street lamp, the same-sex lovers hugged together, slightly taller in the other forehead imprinted a kiss.
Jiang Hengshu looked back as if nothing had happened. The waiters quickly brought the dishes they ordered. The pork oozed fat and oil, and the squid whiskers were quickly scorched by the fire and rolled up, emitting aroma.
The two of them were silent, eating their own chopsticks. They were out of tune with the lively atmosphere of the whole barbecue shop. Fu Zhen tried to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say.
The meal seemed to them, in a way, to accomplish the task.
When checking out, Fu Zhen saw an ice-cream vending machine on the left side of the counter, so he bought two cones and handed one of them to Jiang Hengshu: "here you are."
Jiang Hengshu takes the sweet cone from Fu Zhen. He doesn't really like these things. He just looks at Fu Zhen's bright eyes and forgets to refuse.
It's less than eight o'clock. The night life has just begun, but they have to go back and walk out of the barbecue shop. The cold wind is howling. Fu Zhen sips the sweet cone in his hand, and the cold wind and cold drink match each other.
The car on the street sounded a loud whistle. Jiang Hengshu looked at Fu Zhen from the side of his head. Fu Zhen held the sweet cone he had just bought in his hand. There was a bit of white cream on the corner of his mouth. Jiang Hengshu could not help stopping and looking at Fu Zhen.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Hengshu stopped to look at himself. Fu Zhen felt uneasy. He blinked and asked Jiang Hengshu, "what's the problem?"
Under the dim street lamp, Fu Zhen looked at him with the reflection of Jiang Hengshu in his dark eyes. Fu Zhen's face was red with cold. His lips were more colorful than usual because he had eaten a sweet cone.
Jiang Hengshu seems to have been seduced in general, he raised his hand and gently wiped the corners of Fu Zhen's lips with his thumb, and wiped the cream there.
Fu Zhen was stunned. He opened his lips slightly and stood still. The strong wind blew, and the melted cream from his sweet cone dropped down the paper tray onto the red floor tiles under his feet.
There was a slap, as if something had fallen with it.
Under the vast starry sky, the neon noisy city, high-rise buildings, busy traffic, he and his shadow in the street lamp overlap together, the wind gradually stopped, the vehicles also follow far away, now the world is silent.
Jiang Hengshu took back his hand. His thumb and index finger were rubbing against each other unconsciously. He knew what he had just done. After a long time, he turned around and lowered his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes were full of confusion.
"Go back." Jiang Hengshu said that they had to take a taxi to the other side of the road.
"Jiang Hengshu..." Fu Zhen spoke softly in the back, calling Jiang Hengshu's name.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Hengshu turns back.
Fu Zhen asked, "shall we go to the cinema?" My eyes are shining under the streetlights.
Jiang Hengshu was silent. He didn't give Fu Zhen an answer for a long time. Fu Zhen hung down his head in frustration. He seemed to be amorous.
"Let's go." Jiang Hengshu said.
Fu Zhen looked at Jiang Hengshu's back in a daze. Some of them didn't respond to what Jiang Hengshu said just now.
Jiang Hengshu took two steps and found that Fu Zhen did not follow. He looked back and saw that Fu Zhen was still in place. He asked Fu Zhen, "why don't you go? Aren't you going to the cinema
Fu Zhen followed.
Does Jiang Hengshu know what kind of thoughts he holds for him? What does he think of himself now?
Fu Zhen remembered that he had just rubbed the corner of his lips with his fingertips. There was still the temperature of Jiang Hengshu. The corners of his mouth could not help lifting.
The original is a horror suspense novel, which has a high popularity on the website. It's a great honor to find myself to paint a colorful illustration for this novel. Just because of the high heat of the original work, Fu Zhen also felt great pressure. What style should he paint? Most of the color inserts in horror novels are dark corridors, blood stained sheets, or pale characters. Such color inserts are not impossible for Fu Zhen to draw. He just wants to draw a different style, which he hopes to give people A strange feeling, the picture is not too bloody. Fu Zhen thought on his forehead for a while, and clattered down the four words of Guernica on the keyboard. Guernica is a huge oil painting created by Picasso against the background of German bombing the small town of Guernica in northern Spain and killing innocent people. This painting is a combination of Cubism, realism and surrealism, giving people a strong sense of tension And terror. He doesn't have the level of Picasso. He just wants to try to imitate this style and draw a color arrangement for the author. However, before painting, he has to ask the opinions of the author. After all, this style does not seem to be acceptable. The author is a very happy person, after knowing Fu Zhen's idea, he directly responded to it and let Fu Zhen play freely. Fu Zhen quickly figured out the composition according to the spoiler information he found on the Internet, the personal equipment sent by the original author, and the key points extracted from each case. After his thinking became clear, Fu Zhen quickly put forward the composition. When he finally changed the sketch, he looked up and found that it would be 1:00 in the morning. He packed up and went to bed. January came so quietly. In the new year, it seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that it has changed a lot. In the morning, Fu Zhen went to a computer repair shop with his computer. The computer repairer shook his head and sighed, "you computer Even if I have repaired it now, I'm sure there will be problems in two days. This computer has been used for several years. You might as well change another one. " Fu Zhen said, "wait for a while." After the master's operation, the computer will soon be able to work normally. Fu Zhen gave the master 50 yuan and went back to the rental room with the computer to continue the unfinished color insertion last night. Today is new year's day. Most of the residents in the rental house went out to play. It was not until two or three o'clock in the afternoon that they came back from the outside with big bags and small bags. The originally quiet room gradually became noisy, and people talked about the new things they met in the past few days. Fu Zhen stayed in the room quietly drawing. When it was getting dark outside and the room was about to turn on the lights, he looked up at the bottom right corner of the computer screen. It was already five o'clock. It is estimated that Jiang Hengshu is about to return from work. Fu Zhen turns off the computer and goes out of the room and sits on the sofa in the living room outside. Not far away, several tenants are playing cards. Laughter and abuse are constantly coming. The kitchen is smelling of food. Someone is preparing a big dinner. Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Fu Zhen raised his head and looked at the door. It was not Jiang Hengshu who came in. Fu Zhen dropped his head and slid his fingers back and forth on the mobile phone screen. Fu Shujiang walked out of Hengjiang for 20 minutes, but he didn't even have a good appointment with Hengjiang. Outside the sound of door push again, this time Fu Zhen did not look up, the footstep sound closer and closer, and finally stopped not far from Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen put down his mobile phone and raised his head. He saw Jiang Hengshu standing not far away from him, looking down at him. His blue eyes were as clear as the lake. Fu Zhen stood up and asked Jiang Hengshu, "are you back?" Jiang Hengshu nodded and said to Fu Zhen, "I'll change my clothes and wait for me." "Well." Fu Zhen turned and watched Jiang Hengshu return to his room. Soon after, wearing a black windbreaker, Jiang Hengshu came out of the room. He came to Fu Zhen's side and said, "let's go." Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu walked out of the crowded honeycomb like building. As soon as he got out of the building, the cold wind swept over with cold snow. Fu Zhen shrunk his neck, looked at Jiang Hengshu and said to him, "I didn't ask you yesterday. What do you want to eat?" "All right." "Do you have any taboos?" Jiang Hengshu: "No Fu Zhen had thought of several restaurants, but Jiang Hengshu said that. He felt that there was no need to ask the next question. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "can we have barbecue?" "Well." All right, no, well, every sentence was short to the extreme. Fu Zhen sighed slightly, walked along the road and called a taxi, and got on with Jiang Hengshu. The air conditioner was on in the car. It was sultry. Fu Zhen looked out of the window, and the street lights along the road were already on. Some of the dilapidated edges of the city were decorated with totally different scenes during the day. Not long after Christmas, the traces left have not been completely removed. The streets are lined with small lights. The posters of Santa Claus are glued to the yellow glass windows. Many citizens gathered in the square in front of the shopping mall and are watching a grand performance.Fu Zhenxuan's barbecue shop is not very far away from their residence. It costs less than 20 yuan to take a taxi. The barbecue shop is full of people. Fu Zhen and they wait for nearly half an hour to get a seat and lean against the window. Fu Zhen sat down opposite Jiang Hengshu, and opposite the barbecue shop was a movie theater. Looking through the transparent glass window, Fu Zhen saw a gay couple walking towards the cinema hand in hand. The distance was too far away. In addition, the sky was dim. Even if there were street lights, Fu Zhen couldn't see them clearly. But he felt that both of them should be wearing on their faces Smile. Jiang Hengshu found Fu really looking out of the window in a daze and asked him, "what are you looking at?" Fu Zhen blinked, took back his sight, shook his head and laughed at Jiang Hengshu: "I didn't see anything." Jiang Hengshu side head, happened to see under the dim yellow street lamp, the same-sex lovers hugged together, slightly taller in the other forehead imprinted a kiss. Jiang Hengshu looked back as if nothing had happened. The waiters quickly brought the dishes they ordered. The pork oozed fat and oil, and the squid whiskers were quickly scorched by the fire and rolled up, emitting aroma. The two of them were silent, eating their own chopsticks. They were out of tune with the lively atmosphere of the whole barbecue shop. Fu Zhen tried to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say. The meal seemed to them, in a way, to accomplish the task. When checking out, Fu Zhen saw an ice-cream vending machine on the left side of the counter, so he bought two cones and handed one of them to Jiang Hengshu: "here you are." Jiang Hengshu takes the sweet cone from Fu Zhen. He doesn't really like these things. He just looks at Fu Zhen's bright eyes and forgets to refuse. It's less than eight o'clock. The night life has just begun, but they have to go back and walk out of the barbecue shop. The cold wind is howling. Fu Zhen sips the sweet cone in his hand, and the cold wind and cold drink match each other. The car on the street sounded a loud whistle. Jiang Hengshu looked at Fu Zhen from the side of his head. Fu Zhen held the sweet cone he had just bought in his hand. There was a bit of white cream on the corner of his mouth. Jiang Hengshu could not help stopping and looking at Fu Zhen. "What's the matter?" Jiang Hengshu stopped to look at himself. Fu Zhen felt uneasy. He blinked and asked Jiang Hengshu, "what's the problem?" Under the dim street lamp, Fu Zhen looked at him with the reflection of Jiang Hengshu in his dark eyes. Fu Zhen's face was red with cold. His lips were more colorful than usual because he had eaten a sweet cone. Jiang Hengshu seems to have been seduced in general, he raised his hand and gently wiped the corners of Fu Zhen's lips with his thumb, and wiped the cream there. Fu Zhen was stunned. He opened his lips slightly and stood still. The strong wind blew, and the melted cream from his sweet cone dropped down the paper tray onto the red floor tiles under his feet. There was a slap, as if something had fallen with it. Under the vast starry sky, the neon noisy city, high-rise buildings, busy traffic, he and his shadow in the street lamp overlap together, the wind gradually stopped, the vehicles also follow far away, now the world is silent. Jiang Hengshu took back his hand. His thumb and index finger were rubbing against each other unconsciously. He knew what he had just done. After a long time, he turned around and lowered his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes were full of confusion. "Go back." Jiang Hengshu said that they had to take a taxi to the other side of the road. "Jiang Hengshu..." Fu Zhen spoke softly in the back, calling Jiang Hengshu's name. "What's the matter?" Jiang Hengshu turns back. Fu Zhen asked, "shall we go to the cinema?" My eyes are shining under the streetlights. Jiang Hengshu was silent. He didn't give Fu Zhen an answer for a long time. Fu Zhen hung down his head in frustration. He seemed to be amorous. "Let's go." Jiang Hengshu said. Fu Zhen looked at Jiang Hengshu's back in a daze. Some of them didn't respond to what Jiang Hengshu said just now. Jiang Hengshu took two steps and found that Fu Zhen did not follow. He looked back and saw that Fu Zhen was still in place. He asked Fu Zhen, "why don't you go? Aren't you going to the cinema Fu Zhen followed. Does Jiang Hengshu know what kind of thoughts he holds for him? What does he think of himself now? Fu Zhen remembered that he had just rubbed the corner of his lips with his fingertips. There was still the temperature of Jiang Hengshu. The corners of his mouth could not help lifting.
