Chapter 27
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Even on New Year's day, the foreman would not give the workers a holiday, let alone three times the salary. Jiang Hengshu planned to give the result of the missing case he had been entrusted and quit the work at the construction site.
The foreman may also feel uneasy about his conscience. He did not know where he got a pile of supermarket shopping cards and issued one to each of the workers.
Jiang Hengshu put his shopping card into his pocket. When the foreman went home, he put down his sandbag and went to the canal behind the construction site. The canal was deserted, with yellow sand covered with withered grass and green stones standing on the opposite side of the river bank.
Jiang Hengshu squatted down and reached out to remove the weeds in front of him. Behind him came a rustle of footsteps. Then a man asked him in a low, hoarse voice: "what are you doing here?"
Jiang Hengshu looked back and saw the foreman standing behind him, looking down at him from a commanding position, and a glimmer of light flashed through his turbid eyes.
……
Fu Zhen spent the whole day in his rental room painting his unfinished painting. In the evening, he finally finished the color illustration of Gezhi. Looking at the results on the screen, he couldn't help smiling.
He did not completely imitate Picasso's style, but added some of his own creation, the characters in which are also allegorical, not completely abstract.
Picasso only used black, white and gray colors in Guernica, while Fu Zhen found a balance point considering the overall style of Gezhi. He used some cool colors and a little blood red in the middle, which made him unexpectedly harmonious.
I just don't know if the author will like this style.
Fu Zhen sent the painting to the author with a worried mood. He naturally hoped that the author would like the work as much as he did. However, although the author told him to be confident and bold before, if the author could not accept this style, he could only consider painting another one for the other side.
It's just because I was kidnapped and delayed for a few days. Now I'm really sorry to waste such a long time.
Fu Zhen sighed in silence. Forget it. Don't think about it. Let's wait for the author to reply.
Fu Zhen is resting on the pillow at the head of his bed. He looks out of the window. Tall buildings stand tall and the evening mist is heavy. The orange red sunset makes the sky look like a painting of oil. Fu Zhen takes his eyes back. He still doubts whether everything happened last night is true or a dream he had.
Did Jiang Hengshu really say those words to himself? Fu Zhen lowered his head and unconsciously twisted his hands together. Unfortunately, he did not see Jiang Hengshu this morning.
He got up a little late this morning. When he left his room, Jiang Hengshu had already gone to work.
Fu Zhen's mobile phone Ding Dong, it is the author of the manuscript to reply to him, the other side very much like Fu Zhen's color insert, and asked him if he could ask for three more pictures, one for each story.
Of course, Fu Zhen would not refuse. If he drew three more pictures, he should have 2000 yuan to his account. He thought that he could buy another gift for Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu returned to the rental house after work, went back to the room and changed a suit of clothes. Then he came out of the room with a white plastic bag and went to Fu Zhen's room. He raised his hand and knocked twice.
Fu Zhen was looking at the outline of several other stories sent to him by the author. His pen kept recording something. When he heard the knock on the door, he put down his pen and paper. He got up from the bed and went to the door to open it. There was Jiang Hengshu standing outside the door. The orange red glow fell behind him. The tea table on the glass and the plastic film on the ground reflected the light, like a burning sea of fire.
Jiang Hengshu opened his mouth and asked him, "did you have dinner in the evening?"
Fu Zhen looked at him without blinking. His right hand on the doorknob opened the door a little, shook his head and said, "not yet."
He had just been thinking about how to draw the next picture, and he completely forgot to eat.
Jiang Hengshu held up the white plastic bag in his hand, which contained two packing boxes and handed it to Fu Zhen: "for you."
The packing box contained a small cage bag and a preserved egg porridge. I don't know where Jiang Hengshu bought it.
Fu Zhen whispered a thank you. His ears were warm. He took the bag from Jiang Hengshu and turned to his side. Jiang Hengshu went into his room. The room was still narrow. After two men came in, the air became hot and dry.
Now Fu Zhen is finally sure that what happened last night is not a dream.
It's a wonderful thing that the person you like happens to like you.
When the light in the room was turned on, the darkness was dispelled in an instant. Fu Zhen put the lunch box on the bedside table, where there was only a pair of chopsticks. So he bent down like a small hamster and pulled a small box out of the bed. He opened the lid of the box and took out a pair of convenient chopsticks.
Jiang Hengshu sat on one side and looked at him. His legs were very long and stretched forward. Fu Zhen was crouching beside him. His head was almost close to his thigh. When he went too far, Fu Zhen's warm breath even reached his body through the cloth. Jiang Hengshu's muscles were tight, and his tongue turned around in his mouth.
But on the surface, he still looks calm, gentle eyes, slightly with a smile.The air in the room seems to be more dry and hot. There is a north wind blowing the plastic in the building, making a clattering sound.
Fu Zhen pushed the box back under the bed. He held the chopsticks in front of Jiang Hengshu: "let's eat together."
"I did." Jiang Hengshu shook his head and replied, otherwise he would have bought two.
Fu Zhen let out the chopsticks just now. On the bedside table of the house, he had no experience of falling in love. He could only ingratiate with Jiang Hengshu clumsily and hesitantly in his own way.
Perhaps lovers should not use the word "please" before. He just hopes that Jiang Hengshu will be happier when he is with him than when he is alone.
Fu Zhen took a small cage bag and sent it to Jiang Hengshu's mouth. Jiang Hengshu was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Fu Zhen to do so. Under the light, Fu Zhen's black eyes were as dazzling as obsidian, reflecting his own figure. Jiang Hengshu opened his mouth and swallowed it.
Fu Zhen narrowed his eyes and was in a good mood. He sat beside Jiang Hengshu, holding the preserved egg porridge brought back by Jiang Hengshu. He used the chopsticks that he had just fed Jiang Hengshu's small cage bag without any care.
Jiang Hengshu's heart felt a little strange. He pulled his sweater collar and folded his legs together, making the air in the room even more stuffy It's hot.
Seeing Fu Zhen's plan to feed himself, Jiang Hengshu first opened his mouth: "you eat it, I won't eat it."
The room quieted down, leaving only Fu Zhen beside Jiang Hengshu making a tiny chewing sound. Jiang Hengshu raised his head and looked at Fu Zhen's room.
In fact, there is nothing good to see. Fu Zhen's room is so small that he can't fit any bigger furniture except a bed. The walls are full of old yellowing scratches. Fu Zhen's sketch book is placed at the end of the bed. Jiang Hengshu knows that every page there is his own.
After eating, Fu Zhen was about to put the plastic box away and throw it into the garbage bag by the door. He was going to throw it away when he went out tomorrow.
Jiang Hengshu drew back his eyes and said to him, "let's go out for dinner tomorrow."
"Ah?" Fu Zhen blinked, and his movements stopped. He didn't seem to have heard the words of Qingjiang Hengshu.
"Let me introduce you to some friends," Jiang added quietly
Fu Zhen immediately understood Jiang Hengshu's meaning. Generally speaking, most people will send a group photo in the circle of friends or micro blog after they enter the state of love to announce their end of being single to those who care about themselves. Now Jiang Hengshu wants to introduce him to his friends, which should also be out of this psychology.
Fu Zhen was very happy. This represented Jiang Hengshu, not a momentary impulse, but then a sense of loss filled Fu Zhen's mind.
If he can, he would like to introduce Jiang Hengshu to people he knows well, but he seems to have no one to tell.
In that incident, all his relatives and friends stood on the other side of Tang, accusing himself of not using such cruel methods to deal with a girl, let alone his half sister.
At that time, the contradiction between him and Tang wanwan had reached a heated stage. Just after he was taught by Tang and Qin Zhao, he was infuriated by Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting's unconditional maintenance of Tang wanwan. So he wanted to give Tang curved a small lesson, and did not know how the plot developed. Later, he became cruel and ruthless and wanted to let Tang bend Bend from diaowia and fall disabled.
In the end, the truly disabled become themselves.
But what's the point of mentioning these things now? It's just adding to the worries.
Later, Fu Zhen often thought, maybe, he was not as charming as Tang, so after that, everyone left him.
Now, he finally has a life of his own, which can be regarded as a little out of the shadow of that event. Those who used to be will be sealed in the remote memory box by him one day, and when he grows old, he will be buried in the earth with him.
Jiang Hengshu noticed the change of Fu Zhen's mood. Instead of speaking, he just looked at him quietly. When Fu Zhen's mood gradually stabilized, he asked, "will you go?"
Fu Zhen nodded: "yes."
He put the garbage at the door, stood in front of Jiang Hengshu, looked down at the man sitting on his bed. There had been more intimate things between them, but Fu Zhen still felt that his face was a little hot.
The light of the incandescent lamp on top of his head is not soft. The shadow of Fu Zhen is reflected on Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu raises his head, and their eyes are intertwined. Fu Zhen, as if bewitched by the witch red apple, takes two steps forward.
Jiang Hengshu's legs diverged. Fu Zhen stood in the middle of his legs. Fu Zhen raised his hands and put them on Jiang Hengshu's shoulders.
And then? What are you going to do? Fu Zhen pursed his lips, but he didn't know. He could only look at Jiang Hengshu's blue crystal eyes.
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Even on New Year's day, the foreman would not give the workers a holiday, let alone three times the salary. Jiang Hengshu planned to give the result of the missing case he had been entrusted and quit the work at the construction site.
The foreman may also feel uneasy about his conscience. He did not know where he got a pile of supermarket shopping cards and issued one to each of the workers.
Jiang Hengshu put his shopping card into his pocket. When the foreman went home, he put down his sandbag and went to the canal behind the construction site. The canal was deserted, with yellow sand covered with withered grass and green stones standing on the opposite side of the river bank.
Jiang Hengshu squatted down and reached out to remove the weeds in front of him. Behind him came a rustle of footsteps. Then a man asked him in a low, hoarse voice: "what are you doing here?"
Jiang Hengshu looked back and saw the foreman standing behind him, looking down at him from a commanding position, and a glimmer of light flashed through his turbid eyes.
……
Fu Zhen spent the whole day in his rental room painting his unfinished painting. In the evening, he finally finished the color illustration of Gezhi. Looking at the results on the screen, he couldn't help smiling.
He did not completely imitate Picasso's style, but added some of his own creation, the characters in which are also allegorical, not completely abstract.
Picasso only used black, white and gray colors in Guernica, while Fu Zhen found a balance point considering the overall style of Gezhi. He used some cool colors and a little blood red in the middle, which made him unexpectedly harmonious.
I just don't know if the author will like this style.
Fu Zhen sent the painting to the author with a worried mood. He naturally hoped that the author would like the work as much as he did. However, although the author told him to be confident and bold before, if the author could not accept this style, he could only consider painting another one for the other side.
It's just because I was kidnapped and delayed for a few days. Now I'm really sorry to waste such a long time.
Fu Zhen sighed in silence. Forget it. Don't think about it. Let's wait for the author to reply.
Fu Zhen is resting on the pillow at the head of his bed. He looks out of the window. Tall buildings stand tall and the evening mist is heavy. The orange red sunset makes the sky look like a painting of oil. Fu Zhen takes his eyes back. He still doubts whether everything happened last night is true or a dream he had.
Did Jiang Hengshu really say those words to himself? Fu Zhen lowered his head and unconsciously twisted his hands together. Unfortunately, he did not see Jiang Hengshu this morning.
He got up a little late this morning. When he left his room, Jiang Hengshu had already gone to work.
Fu Zhen's mobile phone Ding Dong, it is the author of the manuscript to reply to him, the other side very much like Fu Zhen's color insert, and asked him if he could ask for three more pictures, one for each story.
Of course, Fu Zhen would not refuse. If he drew three more pictures, he should have 2000 yuan to his account. He thought that he could buy another gift for Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu returned to the rental house after work, went back to the room and changed a suit of clothes. Then he came out of the room with a white plastic bag and went to Fu Zhen's room. He raised his hand and knocked twice.
Fu Zhen was looking at the outline of several other stories sent to him by the author. His pen kept recording something. When he heard the knock on the door, he put down his pen and paper. He got up from the bed and went to the door to open it. There was Jiang Hengshu standing outside the door. The orange red glow fell behind him. The tea table on the glass and the plastic film on the ground reflected the light, like a burning sea of fire.
Jiang Hengshu opened his mouth and asked him, "did you have dinner in the evening?"
Fu Zhen looked at him without blinking. His right hand on the doorknob opened the door a little, shook his head and said, "not yet."
He had just been thinking about how to draw the next picture, and he completely forgot to eat.
Jiang Hengshu held up the white plastic bag in his hand, which contained two packing boxes and handed it to Fu Zhen: "for you."
The packing box contained a small cage bag and a preserved egg porridge. I don't know where Jiang Hengshu bought it.
Fu Zhen whispered a thank you. His ears were warm. He took the bag from Jiang Hengshu and turned to his side. Jiang Hengshu went into his room. The room was still narrow. After two men came in, the air became hot and dry.
Now Fu Zhen is finally sure that what happened last night is not a dream.
It's a wonderful thing that the person you like happens to like you.
When the light in the room was turned on, the darkness was dispelled in an instant. Fu Zhen put the lunch box on the bedside table, where there was only a pair of chopsticks. So he bent down like a small hamster and pulled a small box out of the bed. He opened the lid of the box and took out a pair of convenient chopsticks.
Jiang Hengshu sat on one side and looked at him. His legs were very long and stretched forward. Fu Zhen was crouching beside him. His head was almost close to his thigh. When he went too far, Fu Zhen's warm breath even reached his body through the cloth. Jiang Hengshu's muscles were tight, and his tongue turned around in his mouth.
But on the surface, he still looks calm, gentle eyes, slightly with a smile.The air in the room seems to be more dry and hot. There is a north wind blowing the plastic in the building, making a clattering sound.
Fu Zhen pushed the box back under the bed. He held the chopsticks in front of Jiang Hengshu: "let's eat together."
"I did." Jiang Hengshu shook his head and replied, otherwise he would have bought two.
Fu Zhen let out the chopsticks just now. On the bedside table of the house, he had no experience of falling in love. He could only ingratiate with Jiang Hengshu clumsily and hesitantly in his own way.
Perhaps lovers should not use the word "please" before. He just hopes that Jiang Hengshu will be happier when he is with him than when he is alone.
Fu Zhen took a small cage bag and sent it to Jiang Hengshu's mouth. Jiang Hengshu was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Fu Zhen to do so. Under the light, Fu Zhen's black eyes were as dazzling as obsidian, reflecting his own figure. Jiang Hengshu opened his mouth and swallowed it.
Fu Zhen narrowed his eyes and was in a good mood. He sat beside Jiang Hengshu, holding the preserved egg porridge brought back by Jiang Hengshu. He used the chopsticks that he had just fed Jiang Hengshu's small cage bag without any care.
Jiang Hengshu's heart felt a little strange. He pulled his sweater collar and folded his legs together, making the air in the room even more stuffy It's hot.
Seeing Fu Zhen's plan to feed himself, Jiang Hengshu first opened his mouth: "you eat it, I won't eat it."
The room quieted down, leaving only Fu Zhen beside Jiang Hengshu making a tiny chewing sound. Jiang Hengshu raised his head and looked at Fu Zhen's room.
In fact, there is nothing good to see. Fu Zhen's room is so small that he can't fit any bigger furniture except a bed. The walls are full of old yellowing scratches. Fu Zhen's sketch book is placed at the end of the bed. Jiang Hengshu knows that every page there is his own.
After eating, Fu Zhen was about to put the plastic box away and throw it into the garbage bag by the door. He was going to throw it away when he went out tomorrow.
Jiang Hengshu drew back his eyes and said to him, "let's go out for dinner tomorrow."
"Ah?" Fu Zhen blinked, and his movements stopped. He didn't seem to have heard the words of Qingjiang Hengshu.
"Let me introduce you to some friends," Jiang added quietly
Fu Zhen immediately understood Jiang Hengshu's meaning. Generally speaking, most people will send a group photo in the circle of friends or micro blog after they enter the state of love to announce their end of being single to those who care about themselves. Now Jiang Hengshu wants to introduce him to his friends, which should also be out of this psychology.
Fu Zhen was very happy. This represented Jiang Hengshu, not a momentary impulse, but then a sense of loss filled Fu Zhen's mind.
If he can, he would like to introduce Jiang Hengshu to people he knows well, but he seems to have no one to tell.
In that incident, all his relatives and friends stood on the other side of Tang, accusing himself of not using such cruel methods to deal with a girl, let alone his half sister.
At that time, the contradiction between him and Tang wanwan had reached a heated stage. Just after he was taught by Tang and Qin Zhao, he was infuriated by Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting's unconditional maintenance of Tang wanwan. So he wanted to give Tang curved a small lesson, and did not know how the plot developed. Later, he became cruel and ruthless and wanted to let Tang bend Bend from diaowia and fall disabled.
In the end, the truly disabled become themselves.
But what's the point of mentioning these things now? It's just adding to the worries.
Later, Fu Zhen often thought, maybe, he was not as charming as Tang, so after that, everyone left him.
Now, he finally has a life of his own, which can be regarded as a little out of the shadow of that event. Those who used to be will be sealed in the remote memory box by him one day, and when he grows old, he will be buried in the earth with him.
Jiang Hengshu noticed the change of Fu Zhen's mood. Instead of speaking, he just looked at him quietly. When Fu Zhen's mood gradually stabilized, he asked, "will you go?"
Fu Zhen nodded: "yes."
He put the garbage at the door, stood in front of Jiang Hengshu, looked down at the man sitting on his bed. There had been more intimate things between them, but Fu Zhen still felt that his face was a little hot.
The light of the incandescent lamp on top of his head is not soft. The shadow of Fu Zhen is reflected on Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu raises his head, and their eyes are intertwined. Fu Zhen, as if bewitched by the witch red apple, takes two steps forward.
Jiang Hengshu's legs diverged. Fu Zhen stood in the middle of his legs. Fu Zhen raised his hands and put them on Jiang Hengshu's shoulders.
And then? What are you going to do? Fu Zhen pursed his lips, but he didn't know. He could only look at Jiang Hengshu's blue crystal eyes.
Even on New Year's day, the foreman would not give the workers a holiday, let alone three times the salary. Jiang Hengshu planned to give the result of the missing case he had been entrusted and quit the work at the construction site. The foreman may also feel uneasy about his conscience. He did not know where he got a pile of supermarket shopping cards and issued one to each of the workers. Jiang Hengshu put his shopping card into his pocket. When the foreman went home, he put down his sandbag and went to the canal behind the construction site. The canal was deserted, with yellow sand covered with withered grass and green stones standing on the opposite side of the river bank. Jiang Hengshu squatted down and reached out to remove the weeds in front of him. Behind him came a rustle of footsteps. Then a man asked him in a low, hoarse voice: "what are you doing here?" Jiang Hengshu looked back and saw the foreman standing behind him, looking down at him from a commanding position, and a glimmer of light flashed through his turbid eyes. Fu Zhen spent the whole day in his rental room painting his unfinished painting. In the evening, he finally finished the color illustration of Gezhi. Looking at the results on the screen, he couldn't help smiling. He did not completely imitate Picasso's style, but added some of his own creation, the characters in which are also allegorical, not completely abstract. Picasso only used black, white and gray colors in Guernica, while Fu Zhen found a balance point considering the overall style of Gezhi. He used some cool colors and a little blood red in the middle, which made him unexpectedly harmonious. I just don't know if the author will like this style. Fu Zhen sent the painting to the author with a worried mood. He naturally hoped that the author would like the work as much as he did. However, although the author told him to be confident and bold before, if the author could not accept this style, he could only consider painting another one for the other side. It's just because I was kidnapped and delayed for a few days. Now I'm really sorry to waste such a long time. Fu Zhen sighed in silence. Forget it. Don't think about it. Let's wait for the author to reply. Fu Zhen is resting on the pillow at the head of his bed. He looks out of the window. Tall buildings stand tall and the evening mist is heavy. The orange red sunset makes the sky look like a painting of oil. Fu Zhen takes his eyes back. He still doubts whether everything happened last night is true or a dream he had. Did Jiang Hengshu really say those words to himself? Fu Zhen lowered his head and unconsciously twisted his hands together. Unfortunately, he did not see Jiang Hengshu this morning. He got up a little late this morning. When he left his room, Jiang Hengshu had already gone to work. Fu Zhen's mobile phone Ding Dong, it is the author of the manuscript to reply to him, the other side very much like Fu Zhen's color insert, and asked him if he could ask for three more pictures, one for each story. Of course, Fu Zhen would not refuse. If he drew three more pictures, he should have 2000 yuan to his account. He thought that he could buy another gift for Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu returned to the rental house after work, went back to the room and changed a suit of clothes. Then he came out of the room with a white plastic bag and went to Fu Zhen's room. He raised his hand and knocked twice. Fu Zhen was looking at the outline of several other stories sent to him by the author. His pen kept recording something. When he heard the knock on the door, he put down his pen and paper. He got up from the bed and went to the door to open it. There was Jiang Hengshu standing outside the door. The orange red glow fell behind him. The tea table on the glass and the plastic film on the ground reflected the light, like a burning sea of fire. Jiang Hengshu opened his mouth and asked him, "did you have dinner in the evening?" Fu Zhen looked at him without blinking. His right hand on the doorknob opened the door a little, shook his head and said, "not yet." He had just been thinking about how to draw the next picture, and he completely forgot to eat. Jiang Hengshu held up the white plastic bag in his hand, which contained two packing boxes and handed it to Fu Zhen: "for you." The packing box contained a small cage bag and a preserved egg porridge. I don't know where Jiang Hengshu bought it. Fu Zhen whispered a thank you. His ears were warm. He took the bag from Jiang Hengshu and turned to his side. Jiang Hengshu went into his room. The room was still narrow. After two men came in, the air became hot and dry. Now Fu Zhen is finally sure that what happened last night is not a dream. It's a wonderful thing that the person you like happens to like you. When the light in the room was turned on, the darkness was dispelled in an instant. Fu Zhen put the lunch box on the bedside table, where there was only a pair of chopsticks. So he bent down like a small hamster and pulled a small box out of the bed. He opened the lid of the box and took out a pair of convenient chopsticks. Jiang Hengshu sat on one side and looked at him. His legs were very long and stretched forward. Fu Zhen was crouching beside him. His head was almost close to his thigh. When he went too far, Fu Zhen's warm breath even reached his body through the cloth. Jiang Hengshu's muscles were tight, and his tongue turned around in his mouth. But on the surface, he still looks calm, gentle eyes, slightly with a smile.The air in the room seems to be more dry and hot. There is a north wind blowing the plastic in the building, making a clattering sound. Fu Zhen pushed the box back under the bed. He held the chopsticks in front of Jiang Hengshu: "let's eat together." "I did." Jiang Hengshu shook his head and replied, otherwise he would have bought two. Fu Zhen let out the chopsticks just now. On the bedside table of the house, he had no experience of falling in love. He could only ingratiate with Jiang Hengshu clumsily and hesitantly in his own way. Perhaps lovers should not use the word "please" before. He just hopes that Jiang Hengshu will be happier when he is with him than when he is alone. Fu Zhen took a small cage bag and sent it to Jiang Hengshu's mouth. Jiang Hengshu was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Fu Zhen to do so. Under the light, Fu Zhen's black eyes were as dazzling as obsidian, reflecting his own figure. Jiang Hengshu opened his mouth and swallowed it. Fu Zhen narrowed his eyes and was in a good mood. He sat beside Jiang Hengshu, holding the preserved egg porridge brought back by Jiang Hengshu. He used the chopsticks that he had just fed Jiang Hengshu's small cage bag without any care. Jiang Hengshu's heart felt a little strange. He pulled his sweater collar and folded his legs together, making the air in the room even more stuffy It's hot. Seeing Fu Zhen's plan to feed himself, Jiang Hengshu first opened his mouth: "you eat it, I won't eat it." The room quieted down, leaving only Fu Zhen beside Jiang Hengshu making a tiny chewing sound. Jiang Hengshu raised his head and looked at Fu Zhen's room. In fact, there is nothing good to see. Fu Zhen's room is so small that he can't fit any bigger furniture except a bed. The walls are full of old yellowing scratches. Fu Zhen's sketch book is placed at the end of the bed. Jiang Hengshu knows that every page there is his own. After eating, Fu Zhen was about to put the plastic box away and throw it into the garbage bag by the door. He was going to throw it away when he went out tomorrow. Jiang Hengshu drew back his eyes and said to him, "let's go out for dinner tomorrow." "Ah?" Fu Zhen blinked, and his movements stopped. He didn't seem to have heard the words of Qingjiang Hengshu. "Let me introduce you to some friends," Jiang added quietly Fu Zhen immediately understood Jiang Hengshu's meaning. Generally speaking, most people will send a group photo in the circle of friends or micro blog after they enter the state of love to announce their end of being single to those who care about themselves. Now Jiang Hengshu wants to introduce him to his friends, which should also be out of this psychology. Fu Zhen was very happy. This represented Jiang Hengshu, not a momentary impulse, but then a sense of loss filled Fu Zhen's mind. If he can, he would like to introduce Jiang Hengshu to people he knows well, but he seems to have no one to tell. In that incident, all his relatives and friends stood on the other side of Tang, accusing himself of not using such cruel methods to deal with a girl, let alone his half sister. At that time, the contradiction between him and Tang wanwan had reached a heated stage. Just after he was taught by Tang and Qin Zhao, he was infuriated by Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting's unconditional maintenance of Tang wanwan. So he wanted to give Tang curved a small lesson, and did not know how the plot developed. Later, he became cruel and ruthless and wanted to let Tang bend Bend from diaowia and fall disabled. In the end, the truly disabled become themselves. But what's the point of mentioning these things now? It's just adding to the worries. Later, Fu Zhen often thought, maybe, he was not as charming as Tang, so after that, everyone left him. Now, he finally has a life of his own, which can be regarded as a little out of the shadow of that event. Those who used to be will be sealed in the remote memory box by him one day, and when he grows old, he will be buried in the earth with him. Jiang Hengshu noticed the change of Fu Zhen's mood. Instead of speaking, he just looked at him quietly. When Fu Zhen's mood gradually stabilized, he asked, "will you go?" Fu Zhen nodded: "yes." He put the garbage at the door, stood in front of Jiang Hengshu, looked down at the man sitting on his bed. There had been more intimate things between them, but Fu Zhen still felt that his face was a little hot. The light of the incandescent lamp on top of his head is not soft. The shadow of Fu Zhen is reflected on Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu raises his head, and their eyes are intertwined. Fu Zhen, as if bewitched by the witch red apple, takes two steps forward. Jiang Hengshu's legs diverged. Fu Zhen stood in the middle of his legs. Fu Zhen raised his hands and put them on Jiang Hengshu's shoulders. And then? What are you going to do? Fu Zhen pursed his lips, but he didn't know. He could only look at Jiang Hengshu's blue crystal eyes.
