Chapter 30
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Fu Ting nodded and said to Fu Zhen, "I also remember that our contract was not signed in the end."
Fu Zhen moved his lips. He thought that even if the contract was not signed in the end, Fu Ting should not want to see himself, but now it doesn't look like that.
Speaking of it, Fu Ting looks like an ex boyfriend who has been dogged and beaten. Moreover, he is not in a good spirit. He may pour sulfuric acid on himself at any time. Fu Zhen will be amused by his metaphor.
Fu Ting looked at Fu Zhen's face. Under the street lamp, small snow grains fell on his hair. There was a little smile in his eyes. Fu Ting's heart moved and he had an impulse to take him home.
Fortunately, the impulse soon disappeared.
Jiang Hengshu stepped forward and protected Fu Zhen behind him. He looked at Fu ting in the car and calmly asked him, "Sir, who are you from Fu Zhen?"
Fu Ting looked at Jiang Hengshu, moved his lips but didn't speak. He really shouldn't have stopped the car. He just watched the two men holding hands together. There was no reason for his heart to rush into a huge anger. Finally, he didn't resist stepping on the brake.
"Who are you?" Fu Ting asked, biting his teeth.
"I'm Fu Zhen's boyfriend." Jiang Hengshu said calmly.
"Fu Zhen's boyfriend?" Fu Ting sneered. He was about to speak sarcasm, but he was interrupted by Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu once again asked Fu Ting, "who are you from Fu Zhen?"
Fu Ting opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak. Fu Zhen had already been expelled from Fu's family, and Fu Jianchen had cut off the relationship between father and son. Now he is not Fu Zhen's brother. He is no longer Fu Zhen's.
Seeing that Fu Ting didn't speak, Jiang Hengshu said clearly, "since it doesn't matter, this gentleman doesn't have to ask so many personal questions."
Fu Ting looked at Jiang Hengshu in front of him. His eyes were filled with anger. He did not know where the anger came from. It seemed that something very important was being taken away from him.
Jiang Hengshu ignored Fu ting. He turned and took Fu Zhen's hand and said to him, "let's go."
Fu Zhen, with a cry, turned and left with Jiang Hengshu.
On the long pedestrian road, the shadow of branches swayed in the light, and the snow fell one after another. Soon, a layer of light white was spread on the bush. Jiang Hengshu patted Fu Zhen on the shoulder and comforted him soundlessly.
"Fu Zhen, do you really want to be with this man?" Behind them came a loud inquiry from Fu ting.
Fu Zhen turned around and looked at Fu Ting's direction. Fu Ting was still in the same position as before. He sat still in the car and looked straight at them. Fu Zhen dropped his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and slowly pulled his hand away from Jiang Hengshu's palm. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "I want to come from myself."
Jiang Hengshu said, he stopped and watched Fu Zhen go to Fu ting.
Fu Ting watched Fu Zhen walk slowly towards him. A piece of the past flashed through his mind. The setting sun dyed the beach golden. The boy ran to him from the other side and called his brother.
Now Fu Zhen has a slight limp on his left leg. He is always staggering when he walks. For a moment, Fu Ting's heart seems to be tightly grasped by something. The pain makes him speechless.
Fu Zhen stopped in front of the window. He slightly bent down and said to Fu ting in the car, "although I don't know why you suddenly stopped and stopped us today, I think we don't want to see each other even if we don't sign the contract."
Fu Zhen pauses for a moment and wants to hear Fu Ting's reply, but Fu Ting doesn't speak. He remains silent and looks at himself without blinking.
Fu Zhen pursed her lips and asked, "is that right?"
After a while, Fu Ting nodded: "yes."
Fu Zhen's face slowly showed a smile, he said to Fu Ting: "so, after that, we will not see you again."
Fu Ting looks at Fu Zhen's eyes. Under the street lamp, it looks like a cold star. He thinks of the day when Fu Zhen left home, and he seems to be looking at himself with such pleading eyes.
When Fu Ting came back, Fu Zhen had already left his window.
Together with Jiang Hengshu, he continued to walk far along the road.
Fu Ting still did not move. The cars behind him kept honking to urge him to leave. His mind did not know where he had gone.
How did they and Fu Zhen become what they are today?
After a long time, Fu Ting lowered his head. His eyes fell on the rear-view mirror outside the window. He saw Jiang Hengshu stop a taxi with his hand, opened the door and let Fu Zhen sit in it first. Then Jiang Hengshu got on the car himself.
Until the red taxi completely disappeared in his sight, Fu Ting, like a man who had just been thawed, moved slowly back home.
The living room of the Fu family is quiet. Fu Jianchen is enjoying dinner. When Fu Ting comes back, he asks the housekeeper to bring a knife and fork and let him eat with him.Fu Jianchen noticed that Fu Ting's mood was not quite right this evening. He put down his knife and fork, folded his hands on his abdomen, and leaned back slightly. He asked Fu Ting, "what's the matter with you?"
Fu Ting thought of the picture of Fu Zhen holding hands with the man under the street lamp. Even if he told Fu Jianchen about it, Fu would not care. He shook his head and did not speak.
"The crooked day is set, on January 23rd." Fu Jianchen said to Fu ting.
"Good." Fu Ting said absently.
Fu Jianchen frowned and asked, "what's the matter with you?"
"Nothing."
Fu Jianchen seemed to be aware of something, he was silent for a moment, suddenly opened his mouth and asked Fu Ting, "have you seen Fu Zhen?"
At this moment, Fu Ting was no longer willing to tell his father the truth. Under the bright light, Fu Ting's face looked a little more haggard. He hung down his head: "No."
Fu Jianchen saw that Fu Ting was lying to himself at a glance, but he did not uncover Fu Ting's lie. He remembered that the kidnapper had called him, but he had not found out who had hacked the kidnapper's number in his mobile phone.
"Dad, brother, I'm back." Tang curved open the door and walked in briskly.
Fu Ting turned his head and looked at Tang. He didn't want to laugh. But at the moment he saw Tang, he couldn't help but pick up the corners of his mouth. In the face of Tang, he always seemed to be the best brother in the world.
As long as Fu Chen sees the most valuable thing in the world, it seems that Fu Chen will forget the most valuable thing about the kidnapper.
……
Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu said good night to each other and went back to their rooms to have a rest.
After Jiang Hengshu quit his job at the construction site, he had more free time. He spent most of his time in Fu Zhen's room, painting and reading books.
In winter, the warm sun sprinkles on the room through the glass window. The sound of turning a book and the sound of rubbing the pen tip on the white paper crisscross into each other. It is also a good melody to fall in the ear. The time flows away quietly, leaving only a touch of tenderness between the eyebrows.
Every day, Jiang Hengshu would report his itinerary to Fu Zhen. After staying in Fu Zhen's room for a while this morning, Jiang Hengshu put down his book and said to Fu Zhen, who was immersed in painting, "I want to go home today."
His mother had been urging him on the phone for a long time, and finally gave him a fright order. No matter what he was busy with, he had to go home today.
"When will you be back?" Fu Zhen put down his brush and raised his head to the opposite river Hengshu.
Fu Zhen's appearance now is so clever that people feel distressed. Jiang Hengshu rubbed his head and said, "I'll be back tonight."
Fu Zhen said, he thought Jiang Hengshu would go back for a long time. Jiang Hengshu asked him, "what do you want to eat in the evening? I'll bring you some."
Fu Zhen shook his head: "don't buy it. I still have some noodles left in my cabinet."
"Good."
Jiang Hengshu went back to change a suit of clothes and left. After he left, Fu Zhen's writing speed increased a lot, only occasionally he would stop writing and touch the corner of his lip that had just been kissed by Jiang Hengshu.
In the mid mountain villa of the Jiang family, the old housekeeper stood outside the door in his tuxedo. He was wearing white gloves, which was quite like a British gentleman. Jiang Hengshu came over and called out, "Uncle Wang."
"Young master, you are back."
Jiang Hengshu nodded.
Uncle Wang watched the young master grow up little by little. He almost regarded him as his own child. He opened the door and asked Jiang Hengshu, "what would you like to eat in the evening? I'll let the kitchen prepare it."
Jiang Hengshu: "no need to prepare. I have to go back in the evening."
Just after saying this, Jiang Hengshu said again: "by the way, Uncle Wang, help me make a strawberry thousand layer, I'll take it."
Although I don't understand why the young master who seldom touches sweets on weekdays suddenly asks for a thousand storeys, Uncle Wang is still competent to answer the question: "good master", he goes on, "madam is waiting for you upstairs."
Jiang Hengshu nodded and walked upstairs along the dark brown stairs. She stopped in front of the second room on the east side and knocked on the door. Mrs. Jiang opened the door quickly. Seeing Jiang Hengshu back, Mrs. Jiang's face was covered with a smile.
"I'm back at last." Mrs. Jiang patted Jiang Hengshu on the shoulder and hugged him with open arms.
Mrs. Jiang took Jiang Hengshu to the small tea room downstairs. After two people sat down, Mrs. Jiang asked Jiang Hengshu about his recent situation and said to him, "your father has gone to the south for a meeting, and he will not be back until next week. Your grandfather has traveled abroad and is expected to come back for the Spring Festival."
"I know. I called them before."
Mrs. Jiang smiles. She looks at her child with satisfaction and pride. What does she think of? She opens her mobile phone album and says to Jiang Hengshu, "I have some pictures of girls here. Have a look. Do you have a good time? I'll arrange for you to go out to see you. You are so old. It's time to find a girlfriend."Jiang Hengshu didn't receive Mrs. Jiang's mobile phone. He said to Mrs. Jiang, "I have someone I like."
"Ah?" Mrs. Jiang was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Jiang Hengshu said. Her eyes brightened and she was very happy. "When can I bring it back to my mother? She's not an old-fashioned person, and she doesn't pay attention to the right family. As long as she has a good character, her mother will be very happy. How old is she this year? What do you do? How do you know each other... "
Jiang Hengshu lowered his eyes and said to Mrs. Jiang, "he is a man."
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Fu Ting nodded and said to Fu Zhen, "I also remember that our contract was not signed in the end."
Fu Zhen moved his lips. He thought that even if the contract was not signed in the end, Fu Ting should not want to see himself, but now it doesn't look like that.
Speaking of it, Fu Ting looks like an ex boyfriend who has been dogged and beaten. Moreover, he is not in a good spirit. He may pour sulfuric acid on himself at any time. Fu Zhen will be amused by his metaphor.
Fu Ting looked at Fu Zhen's face. Under the street lamp, small snow grains fell on his hair. There was a little smile in his eyes. Fu Ting's heart moved and he had an impulse to take him home.
Fortunately, the impulse soon disappeared.
Jiang Hengshu stepped forward and protected Fu Zhen behind him. He looked at Fu ting in the car and calmly asked him, "Sir, who are you from Fu Zhen?"
Fu Ting looked at Jiang Hengshu, moved his lips but didn't speak. He really shouldn't have stopped the car. He just watched the two men holding hands together. There was no reason for his heart to rush into a huge anger. Finally, he didn't resist stepping on the brake.
"Who are you?" Fu Ting asked, biting his teeth.
"I'm Fu Zhen's boyfriend." Jiang Hengshu said calmly.
"Fu Zhen's boyfriend?" Fu Ting sneered. He was about to speak sarcasm, but he was interrupted by Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu once again asked Fu Ting, "who are you from Fu Zhen?"
Fu Ting opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak. Fu Zhen had already been expelled from Fu's family, and Fu Jianchen had cut off the relationship between father and son. Now he is not Fu Zhen's brother. He is no longer Fu Zhen's.
Seeing that Fu Ting didn't speak, Jiang Hengshu said clearly, "since it doesn't matter, this gentleman doesn't have to ask so many personal questions."
Fu Ting looked at Jiang Hengshu in front of him. His eyes were filled with anger. He did not know where the anger came from. It seemed that something very important was being taken away from him.
Jiang Hengshu ignored Fu ting. He turned and took Fu Zhen's hand and said to him, "let's go."
Fu Zhen, with a cry, turned and left with Jiang Hengshu.
On the long pedestrian road, the shadow of branches swayed in the light, and the snow fell one after another. Soon, a layer of light white was spread on the bush. Jiang Hengshu patted Fu Zhen on the shoulder and comforted him soundlessly.
"Fu Zhen, do you really want to be with this man?" Behind them came a loud inquiry from Fu ting.
Fu Zhen turned around and looked at Fu Ting's direction. Fu Ting was still in the same position as before. He sat still in the car and looked straight at them. Fu Zhen dropped his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and slowly pulled his hand away from Jiang Hengshu's palm. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "I want to come from myself."
Jiang Hengshu said, he stopped and watched Fu Zhen go to Fu ting.
Fu Ting watched Fu Zhen walk slowly towards him. A piece of the past flashed through his mind. The setting sun dyed the beach golden. The boy ran to him from the other side and called his brother.
Now Fu Zhen has a slight limp on his left leg. He is always staggering when he walks. For a moment, Fu Ting's heart seems to be tightly grasped by something. The pain makes him speechless.
Fu Zhen stopped in front of the window. He slightly bent down and said to Fu ting in the car, "although I don't know why you suddenly stopped and stopped us today, I think we don't want to see each other even if we don't sign the contract."
Fu Zhen pauses for a moment and wants to hear Fu Ting's reply, but Fu Ting doesn't speak. He remains silent and looks at himself without blinking.
Fu Zhen pursed her lips and asked, "is that right?"
After a while, Fu Ting nodded: "yes."
Fu Zhen's face slowly showed a smile, he said to Fu Ting: "so, after that, we will not see you again."
Fu Ting looks at Fu Zhen's eyes. Under the street lamp, it looks like a cold star. He thinks of the day when Fu Zhen left home, and he seems to be looking at himself with such pleading eyes.
When Fu Ting came back, Fu Zhen had already left his window.
Together with Jiang Hengshu, he continued to walk far along the road.
Fu Ting still did not move. The cars behind him kept honking to urge him to leave. His mind did not know where he had gone.
How did they and Fu Zhen become what they are today?
After a long time, Fu Ting lowered his head. His eyes fell on the rear-view mirror outside the window. He saw Jiang Hengshu stop a taxi with his hand, opened the door and let Fu Zhen sit in it first. Then Jiang Hengshu got on the car himself.
Until the red taxi completely disappeared in his sight, Fu Ting, like a man who had just been thawed, moved slowly back home.
The living room of the Fu family is quiet. Fu Jianchen is enjoying dinner. When Fu Ting comes back, he asks the housekeeper to bring a knife and fork and let him eat with him.Fu Jianchen noticed that Fu Ting's mood was not quite right this evening. He put down his knife and fork, folded his hands on his abdomen, and leaned back slightly. He asked Fu Ting, "what's the matter with you?"
Fu Ting thought of the picture of Fu Zhen holding hands with the man under the street lamp. Even if he told Fu Jianchen about it, Fu would not care. He shook his head and did not speak.
"The crooked day is set, on January 23rd." Fu Jianchen said to Fu ting.
"Good." Fu Ting said absently.
Fu Jianchen frowned and asked, "what's the matter with you?"
"Nothing."
Fu Jianchen seemed to be aware of something, he was silent for a moment, suddenly opened his mouth and asked Fu Ting, "have you seen Fu Zhen?"
At this moment, Fu Ting was no longer willing to tell his father the truth. Under the bright light, Fu Ting's face looked a little more haggard. He hung down his head: "No."
Fu Jianchen saw that Fu Ting was lying to himself at a glance, but he did not uncover Fu Ting's lie. He remembered that the kidnapper had called him, but he had not found out who had hacked the kidnapper's number in his mobile phone.
"Dad, brother, I'm back." Tang curved open the door and walked in briskly.
Fu Ting turned his head and looked at Tang. He didn't want to laugh. But at the moment he saw Tang, he couldn't help but pick up the corners of his mouth. In the face of Tang, he always seemed to be the best brother in the world.
As long as Fu Chen sees the most valuable thing in the world, it seems that Fu Chen will forget the most valuable thing about the kidnapper.
……
Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu said good night to each other and went back to their rooms to have a rest.
After Jiang Hengshu quit his job at the construction site, he had more free time. He spent most of his time in Fu Zhen's room, painting and reading books.
In winter, the warm sun sprinkles on the room through the glass window. The sound of turning a book and the sound of rubbing the pen tip on the white paper crisscross into each other. It is also a good melody to fall in the ear. The time flows away quietly, leaving only a touch of tenderness between the eyebrows.
Every day, Jiang Hengshu would report his itinerary to Fu Zhen. After staying in Fu Zhen's room for a while this morning, Jiang Hengshu put down his book and said to Fu Zhen, who was immersed in painting, "I want to go home today."
His mother had been urging him on the phone for a long time, and finally gave him a fright order. No matter what he was busy with, he had to go home today.
"When will you be back?" Fu Zhen put down his brush and raised his head to the opposite river Hengshu.
Fu Zhen's appearance now is so clever that people feel distressed. Jiang Hengshu rubbed his head and said, "I'll be back tonight."
Fu Zhen said, he thought Jiang Hengshu would go back for a long time. Jiang Hengshu asked him, "what do you want to eat in the evening? I'll bring you some."
Fu Zhen shook his head: "don't buy it. I still have some noodles left in my cabinet."
"Good."
Jiang Hengshu went back to change a suit of clothes and left. After he left, Fu Zhen's writing speed increased a lot, only occasionally he would stop writing and touch the corner of his lip that had just been kissed by Jiang Hengshu.
In the mid mountain villa of the Jiang family, the old housekeeper stood outside the door in his tuxedo. He was wearing white gloves, which was quite like a British gentleman. Jiang Hengshu came over and called out, "Uncle Wang."
"Young master, you are back."
Jiang Hengshu nodded.
Uncle Wang watched the young master grow up little by little. He almost regarded him as his own child. He opened the door and asked Jiang Hengshu, "what would you like to eat in the evening? I'll let the kitchen prepare it."
Jiang Hengshu: "no need to prepare. I have to go back in the evening."
Just after saying this, Jiang Hengshu said again: "by the way, Uncle Wang, help me make a strawberry thousand layer, I'll take it."
Although I don't understand why the young master who seldom touches sweets on weekdays suddenly asks for a thousand storeys, Uncle Wang is still competent to answer the question: "good master", he goes on, "madam is waiting for you upstairs."
Jiang Hengshu nodded and walked upstairs along the dark brown stairs. She stopped in front of the second room on the east side and knocked on the door. Mrs. Jiang opened the door quickly. Seeing Jiang Hengshu back, Mrs. Jiang's face was covered with a smile.
"I'm back at last." Mrs. Jiang patted Jiang Hengshu on the shoulder and hugged him with open arms.
Mrs. Jiang took Jiang Hengshu to the small tea room downstairs. After two people sat down, Mrs. Jiang asked Jiang Hengshu about his recent situation and said to him, "your father has gone to the south for a meeting, and he will not be back until next week. Your grandfather has traveled abroad and is expected to come back for the Spring Festival."
"I know. I called them before."
Mrs. Jiang smiles. She looks at her child with satisfaction and pride. What does she think of? She opens her mobile phone album and says to Jiang Hengshu, "I have some pictures of girls here. Have a look. Do you have a good time? I'll arrange for you to go out to see you. You are so old. It's time to find a girlfriend."Jiang Hengshu didn't receive Mrs. Jiang's mobile phone. He said to Mrs. Jiang, "I have someone I like."
"Ah?" Mrs. Jiang was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Jiang Hengshu said. Her eyes brightened and she was very happy. "When can I bring it back to my mother? She's not an old-fashioned person, and she doesn't pay attention to the right family. As long as she has a good character, her mother will be very happy. How old is she this year? What do you do? How do you know each other... "
Jiang Hengshu lowered his eyes and said to Mrs. Jiang, "he is a man."
Fu Ting nodded and said to Fu Zhen, "I also remember that our contract was not signed in the end." Fu Zhen moved his lips. He thought that even if the contract was not signed in the end, Fu Ting should not want to see himself, but now it doesn't look like that. Speaking of it, Fu Ting looks like an ex boyfriend who has been dogged and beaten. Moreover, he is not in a good spirit. He may pour sulfuric acid on himself at any time. Fu Zhen will be amused by his metaphor. Fu Ting looked at Fu Zhen's face. Under the street lamp, small snow grains fell on his hair. There was a little smile in his eyes. Fu Ting's heart moved and he had an impulse to take him home. Fortunately, the impulse soon disappeared. Jiang Hengshu stepped forward and protected Fu Zhen behind him. He looked at Fu ting in the car and calmly asked him, "Sir, who are you from Fu Zhen?" Fu Ting looked at Jiang Hengshu, moved his lips but didn't speak. He really shouldn't have stopped the car. He just watched the two men holding hands together. There was no reason for his heart to rush into a huge anger. Finally, he didn't resist stepping on the brake. "Who are you?" Fu Ting asked, biting his teeth. "I'm Fu Zhen's boyfriend." Jiang Hengshu said calmly. "Fu Zhen's boyfriend?" Fu Ting sneered. He was about to speak sarcasm, but he was interrupted by Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu once again asked Fu Ting, "who are you from Fu Zhen?" Fu Ting opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak. Fu Zhen had already been expelled from Fu's family, and Fu Jianchen had cut off the relationship between father and son. Now he is not Fu Zhen's brother. He is no longer Fu Zhen's. Seeing that Fu Ting didn't speak, Jiang Hengshu said clearly, "since it doesn't matter, this gentleman doesn't have to ask so many personal questions." Fu Ting looked at Jiang Hengshu in front of him. His eyes were filled with anger. He did not know where the anger came from. It seemed that something very important was being taken away from him. Jiang Hengshu ignored Fu ting. He turned and took Fu Zhen's hand and said to him, "let's go." Fu Zhen, with a cry, turned and left with Jiang Hengshu. On the long pedestrian road, the shadow of branches swayed in the light, and the snow fell one after another. Soon, a layer of light white was spread on the bush. Jiang Hengshu patted Fu Zhen on the shoulder and comforted him soundlessly. "Fu Zhen, do you really want to be with this man?" Behind them came a loud inquiry from Fu ting. Fu Zhen turned around and looked at Fu Ting's direction. Fu Ting was still in the same position as before. He sat still in the car and looked straight at them. Fu Zhen dropped his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and slowly pulled his hand away from Jiang Hengshu's palm. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "I want to come from myself." Jiang Hengshu said, he stopped and watched Fu Zhen go to Fu ting. Fu Ting watched Fu Zhen walk slowly towards him. A piece of the past flashed through his mind. The setting sun dyed the beach golden. The boy ran to him from the other side and called his brother. Now Fu Zhen has a slight limp on his left leg. He is always staggering when he walks. For a moment, Fu Ting's heart seems to be tightly grasped by something. The pain makes him speechless. Fu Zhen stopped in front of the window. He slightly bent down and said to Fu ting in the car, "although I don't know why you suddenly stopped and stopped us today, I think we don't want to see each other even if we don't sign the contract." Fu Zhen pauses for a moment and wants to hear Fu Ting's reply, but Fu Ting doesn't speak. He remains silent and looks at himself without blinking. Fu Zhen pursed her lips and asked, "is that right?" After a while, Fu Ting nodded: "yes." Fu Zhen's face slowly showed a smile, he said to Fu Ting: "so, after that, we will not see you again." Fu Ting looks at Fu Zhen's eyes. Under the street lamp, it looks like a cold star. He thinks of the day when Fu Zhen left home, and he seems to be looking at himself with such pleading eyes. When Fu Ting came back, Fu Zhen had already left his window. Together with Jiang Hengshu, he continued to walk far along the road. Fu Ting still did not move. The cars behind him kept honking to urge him to leave. His mind did not know where he had gone. How did they and Fu Zhen become what they are today? After a long time, Fu Ting lowered his head. His eyes fell on the rear-view mirror outside the window. He saw Jiang Hengshu stop a taxi with his hand, opened the door and let Fu Zhen sit in it first. Then Jiang Hengshu got on the car himself. Until the red taxi completely disappeared in his sight, Fu Ting, like a man who had just been thawed, moved slowly back home. The living room of the Fu family is quiet. Fu Jianchen is enjoying dinner. When Fu Ting comes back, he asks the housekeeper to bring a knife and fork and let him eat with him.Fu Jianchen noticed that Fu Ting's mood was not quite right this evening. He put down his knife and fork, folded his hands on his abdomen, and leaned back slightly. He asked Fu Ting, "what's the matter with you?" Fu Ting thought of the picture of Fu Zhen holding hands with the man under the street lamp. Even if he told Fu Jianchen about it, Fu would not care. He shook his head and did not speak. "The crooked day is set, on January 23rd." Fu Jianchen said to Fu ting. "Good." Fu Ting said absently. Fu Jianchen frowned and asked, "what's the matter with you?" "Nothing." Fu Jianchen seemed to be aware of something, he was silent for a moment, suddenly opened his mouth and asked Fu Ting, "have you seen Fu Zhen?" At this moment, Fu Ting was no longer willing to tell his father the truth. Under the bright light, Fu Ting's face looked a little more haggard. He hung down his head: "No." Fu Jianchen saw that Fu Ting was lying to himself at a glance, but he did not uncover Fu Ting's lie. He remembered that the kidnapper had called him, but he had not found out who had hacked the kidnapper's number in his mobile phone. "Dad, brother, I'm back." Tang curved open the door and walked in briskly. Fu Ting turned his head and looked at Tang. He didn't want to laugh. But at the moment he saw Tang, he couldn't help but pick up the corners of his mouth. In the face of Tang, he always seemed to be the best brother in the world. As long as Fu Chen sees the most valuable thing in the world, it seems that Fu Chen will forget the most valuable thing about the kidnapper. Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu said good night to each other and went back to their rooms to have a rest. After Jiang Hengshu quit his job at the construction site, he had more free time. He spent most of his time in Fu Zhen's room, painting and reading books. In winter, the warm sun sprinkles on the room through the glass window. The sound of turning a book and the sound of rubbing the pen tip on the white paper crisscross into each other. It is also a good melody to fall in the ear. The time flows away quietly, leaving only a touch of tenderness between the eyebrows. Every day, Jiang Hengshu would report his itinerary to Fu Zhen. After staying in Fu Zhen's room for a while this morning, Jiang Hengshu put down his book and said to Fu Zhen, who was immersed in painting, "I want to go home today." His mother had been urging him on the phone for a long time, and finally gave him a fright order. No matter what he was busy with, he had to go home today. "When will you be back?" Fu Zhen put down his brush and raised his head to the opposite river Hengshu. Fu Zhen's appearance now is so clever that people feel distressed. Jiang Hengshu rubbed his head and said, "I'll be back tonight." Fu Zhen said, he thought Jiang Hengshu would go back for a long time. Jiang Hengshu asked him, "what do you want to eat in the evening? I'll bring you some." Fu Zhen shook his head: "don't buy it. I still have some noodles left in my cabinet." "Good." Jiang Hengshu went back to change a suit of clothes and left. After he left, Fu Zhen's writing speed increased a lot, only occasionally he would stop writing and touch the corner of his lip that had just been kissed by Jiang Hengshu. In the mid mountain villa of the Jiang family, the old housekeeper stood outside the door in his tuxedo. He was wearing white gloves, which was quite like a British gentleman. Jiang Hengshu came over and called out, "Uncle Wang." "Young master, you are back." Jiang Hengshu nodded. Uncle Wang watched the young master grow up little by little. He almost regarded him as his own child. He opened the door and asked Jiang Hengshu, "what would you like to eat in the evening? I'll let the kitchen prepare it." Jiang Hengshu: "no need to prepare. I have to go back in the evening." Just after saying this, Jiang Hengshu said again: "by the way, Uncle Wang, help me make a strawberry thousand layer, I'll take it." Although I don't understand why the young master who seldom touches sweets on weekdays suddenly asks for a thousand storeys, Uncle Wang is still competent to answer the question: "good master", he goes on, "madam is waiting for you upstairs." Jiang Hengshu nodded and walked upstairs along the dark brown stairs. She stopped in front of the second room on the east side and knocked on the door. Mrs. Jiang opened the door quickly. Seeing Jiang Hengshu back, Mrs. Jiang's face was covered with a smile. "I'm back at last." Mrs. Jiang patted Jiang Hengshu on the shoulder and hugged him with open arms. Mrs. Jiang took Jiang Hengshu to the small tea room downstairs. After two people sat down, Mrs. Jiang asked Jiang Hengshu about his recent situation and said to him, "your father has gone to the south for a meeting, and he will not be back until next week. Your grandfather has traveled abroad and is expected to come back for the Spring Festival." "I know. I called them before." Mrs. Jiang smiles. She looks at her child with satisfaction and pride. What does she think of? She opens her mobile phone album and says to Jiang Hengshu, "I have some pictures of girls here. Have a look. Do you have a good time? I'll arrange for you to go out to see you. You are so old. It's time to find a girlfriend."Jiang Hengshu didn't receive Mrs. Jiang's mobile phone. He said to Mrs. Jiang, "I have someone I like." "Ah?" Mrs. Jiang was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Jiang Hengshu said. Her eyes brightened and she was very happy. "When can I bring it back to my mother? She's not an old-fashioned person, and she doesn't pay attention to the right family. As long as she has a good character, her mother will be very happy. How old is she this year? What do you do? How do you know each other... " Jiang Hengshu lowered his eyes and said to Mrs. Jiang, "he is a man."
