Chapter 7
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Fu Zhen didn't see any sign of bending before. Maybe it was Jiang Hengshu's charm. He bent thoroughly at once, which was not much better than a spring.
Fu Zhen wanted to ask Jiang Hengshu about his current situation, but he didn't know how to open his mouth. In the face of Jiang Hengshu, he suddenly became very self abased, as if he could not find any praiseworthy merit in himself.
Jiang Hengshu's mobile phone rang at this time.
He put down the lunch box in his hand, took two pieces of tissue paper from his coat pocket to wipe his hands, stood up and went to one side to connect the phone. His sky blue overalls were half open, revealing the black sweater inside. Leaning against the abandoned wall, he looked lazy. The sun seemed to have lifted a handful of gold powder in his hair, like a prince walking out of the cartoon.
After dealing with the person on the other end of the phone, he suddenly frowned and said, "I won't go home."
At the other end of the phone came a gentle female voice. Fu Zhen was far away, unable to hear what the other side said.
Jiang Hengshu's eyebrows gradually expanded, and his mouth slowly raised a smile. Fu Zhen guessed that the person on the other end of the phone should be a person who is very important to him.
he looked back and opened the bubble lunch box in his hand. Today's box lunch is still potato and eggplant, which contains greasy fat. He picks up his chopsticks and picks up worms.
He is a little monster living in the dark nest. Even if Jiang Hengshu is a homosexual, he may not be able to accept his deformed self. A man like him should die alone and die, rotting in the soil. After many years, a white flower will appear on his grave, and those flowers will talk about their own one to the spring wind Health.
Fu Zhen suddenly felt extremely frustrated. His right hand holding chopsticks was frozen in the air, and he could not eat anything more.
One side of the lunch box cracked a thin opening. The bright soy sauce soup seeped from the gap and flowed on Fu Zhen's hand. He frowned and put the chopsticks aside.
Jiang Hengshu hung up the phone. Looking back, he saw Fu Zhenzhen looking for something to wipe his hands. He took out the tissue paper from his pocket and bowed down and handed it to Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen raised his head. The sunshine in winter was warm and warm. His blue eyes were as clear as water, and his thick eyelashes were up, casting a small shadow. Fu Zhen was in a trance for a moment, and he saw his figure reflected there.
The light wind brushed his face, and he heard his heart beating. Fu Zhen was a little distracted. He held out his hand and took the tissue handed over by Jiang Hengshu and said in a low voice, "thank you."
Jiang Hengshu did not speak, turned around and sat down beside him.
All of a sudden, Fu Zhen has no confidence to pursue his love. Jiang Hengshu is a very good and good person, who can have a better life, but he has no way to bring it to him.
After returning the remaining half bag of tissue paper to Jiang Hengshu, Fu Zhen packed the lunch box and walked towards the garbage can.
Jiang Hengshu raised his head and noticed Fu Zhen's walking posture. There was a flicker in his eyes.
The sun in winter is not as warm as in summer. Fu Zhen drags the cart and his bare back of hand is stained with sand. His left leg has no way to exert himself, so he can only rely on his right leg. When he comes to an uphill, his two eyebrows will be tightly wrinkled and his lips will be pursed together. His skin is very white, which is morbid white, because of a lot of sports, His face had a thin layer of red, sweat sliding down his cheek, shining in the sun.
Fu Zhen is good-looking, with delicate facial features and fair skin. Even though he has been beaten by wind and rain for two years, he still looks like a young master growing up as an aristocrat.
The foreman was also surprised that Fu Zhen didn't have to support his family at this age. It should not be too difficult to find a more relaxed clerical job.
Fu Zhen used to think so. Although he didn't get a university diploma, it was not a difficult thing to find a light job with his ability. But I don't know why, all the resumes he put in went down in the sea. Later, he finally received an interview from a company. As a result, after the reexamination, the company manager told Fu Zhen Mr. Fu said that if his company accepted Fu Zhen, he would let the company go bankrupt immediately.
It was at that time that Fu Zhen began to understand that after he left the Fu family, his life completely fell to the bottom, and they would not give him any chance to turn over.
Only this kind of construction site, which can work without ID card, will leave him. Fu Jianchen may know that they are here, and they did not send anyone to drive him away. It is just their last kindness.
Fu Zhen worked only half a day in the afternoon, took off his work clothes and left the construction site ahead of time.
When Fu Zhen left, other workers were taking a rest. Jiang Hengshu looked up and drank half a bottle of water. Then he looked down and saw Fu Zhen leaving. He heard the huge whistle coming from the opposite street, mixed with the dirty jokes from the workers in his ear. He felt a little restless for no reason. He patted the dust on his clothes and carried a bag Sandbags are working again.The foreman came to see Jiang Hengshu carrying a bag of sand whistling through the construction site. Compared with the rest of the workers, he nodded. As expected, the 30 yuan salary was not wasted.
When Fu Zhen returned home, it was less than 4:00 p.m., he took a shower, went back to his room, turned on his mobile phone, took a look at the amount of his balance treasure, and bought his computer and board together with his shopping cart.
He can't take out a pair of pictures for two years. He can't bear to draw a picture of his legs for two years.
At that time when he just came out of the Fu family, Fu Zhen was still very naive. He thought that with his own ability, he could also break into a world. However, the reality forced him to lower his head. He had to put down his dream and look around for this cumbersome body.
After the arrival of the computer and hand-painted board, he may need a period of time for rehabilitation, and this period of time can just sort out the plot characters before Shazhou chronicle. After too long time, he only has a vague memory of the original outline of Shazhou chronicle.
Fu Zhen sat on the bed with a pen and paper, and opened the "chronicle of Shazhou" at Hua station. The video was downloaded from his restaurant while he was eating against his WiFi.
"Shazhou Chronicle" has many more bullet screens than when it was first updated four years ago. It's a thick layer. If you don't close the barrage, you can't watch it attentively.
Fu Zhen's wrist moved quickly, and the pencil left a rustle on the white paper.
He read and wrote for more than three hours. Then he raised his eyes. It was more than eight o'clock in the evening. The air in the room was a little cloudy. Fu Zhen charged his mobile phone, jumped down from the bed and went to the bedside. He opened a narrow gap in the window. The cold wind poured in suddenly. Fu Zhen had a cold war. He quickly closed the window and showed the glass Window, he saw the dim stars in the night sky and the endless stream of traffic on the street.
Fu Zhen raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He took out what he had just written down and rechecked it again.
The story of Shazhou chronicle happened at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. It tells about the grudges between several big families in Shazhou. The female owner is the only blood of the exterminated Zhu family. After changing her identity, she returns to Shazhou again. Relying on her unique beauty and wisdom, she circulates among several families, vowing to investigate the truth of that year and be the one hundred of Zhu family Thirty two people took revenge.
Although all the stories of Shazhou chronicle happened in the ancient city of Shazhou, the logic of the whole story is close, the characters are full, and several plot lines are parallel. It is just in this small city that a magnificent epic is composed.
When Shazhou chronicle was the most popular, it was called the light of animation in China by critics. There were also foreign video websites who wanted to buy the broadcasting right of Shazhou chronicle in his hands. However, before Fu Zhen could give a reply, he was expelled from Fu's family.
Since then, those who want to buy the copyright and broadcasting rights also have no voice.
At that time, Fu Zhen learned a lot from other staff in the studio, but he was not good at animation production, and he couldn't do dubbing and music. In addition, he couldn't buy a good computer for more than 2000 yuan. Now it's very difficult to pick up and update the chronicle of Shazhou.
But fortunately, the story of Shazhou chronicle was almost completed by Fu Zhen alone, and most of the original paintings were designed by Fu Zhen himself. It is OK to make a simple 2D animation, but it is doomed to disappoint many fans waiting for the animation update.
Fu Zhen turned off his mobile phone and lay in bed. Ten days later, it was new year's day. The year would pass again and again. After counting the details of what happened in the past year, the only figure left in Fu Zhen's mind was Jiang Hengshu.
In the bar that night, they two people because of an accident, should be two parallel lines of life had intersection node.
Under the dim light, sweat fell from Jiang Hengshu's cheek and dripped on Fu Zhen's chest. Fu Zhen was bewildered. He felt that Jiang Hengshu was irresistibly sexy at this moment. He couldn't help but raise his arm to embrace his head.
In addition to the pain, there was also a sense of inexplicable fullness when he was occupied, which made Fu Zhen almost cry.
After being expelled from Fu's family, he was too eager for someone to love him, so at the moment of integration with Jiang Hengshu, he had the illusion that he had his own home.
That's just his illusion that Jiang Hengshu will have his own home in the future.
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Fu Zhen didn't see any sign of bending before. Maybe it was Jiang Hengshu's charm. He bent thoroughly at once, which was not much better than a spring.
Fu Zhen wanted to ask Jiang Hengshu about his current situation, but he didn't know how to open his mouth. In the face of Jiang Hengshu, he suddenly became very self abased, as if he could not find any praiseworthy merit in himself.
Jiang Hengshu's mobile phone rang at this time.
He put down the lunch box in his hand, took two pieces of tissue paper from his coat pocket to wipe his hands, stood up and went to one side to connect the phone. His sky blue overalls were half open, revealing the black sweater inside. Leaning against the abandoned wall, he looked lazy. The sun seemed to have lifted a handful of gold powder in his hair, like a prince walking out of the cartoon.
After dealing with the person on the other end of the phone, he suddenly frowned and said, "I won't go home."
At the other end of the phone came a gentle female voice. Fu Zhen was far away, unable to hear what the other side said.
Jiang Hengshu's eyebrows gradually expanded, and his mouth slowly raised a smile. Fu Zhen guessed that the person on the other end of the phone should be a person who is very important to him.
he looked back and opened the bubble lunch box in his hand. Today's box lunch is still potato and eggplant, which contains greasy fat. He picks up his chopsticks and picks up worms.
He is a little monster living in the dark nest. Even if Jiang Hengshu is a homosexual, he may not be able to accept his deformed self. A man like him should die alone and die, rotting in the soil. After many years, a white flower will appear on his grave, and those flowers will talk about their own one to the spring wind Health.
Fu Zhen suddenly felt extremely frustrated. His right hand holding chopsticks was frozen in the air, and he could not eat anything more.
One side of the lunch box cracked a thin opening. The bright soy sauce soup seeped from the gap and flowed on Fu Zhen's hand. He frowned and put the chopsticks aside.
Jiang Hengshu hung up the phone. Looking back, he saw Fu Zhenzhen looking for something to wipe his hands. He took out the tissue paper from his pocket and bowed down and handed it to Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen raised his head. The sunshine in winter was warm and warm. His blue eyes were as clear as water, and his thick eyelashes were up, casting a small shadow. Fu Zhen was in a trance for a moment, and he saw his figure reflected there.
The light wind brushed his face, and he heard his heart beating. Fu Zhen was a little distracted. He held out his hand and took the tissue handed over by Jiang Hengshu and said in a low voice, "thank you."
Jiang Hengshu did not speak, turned around and sat down beside him.
All of a sudden, Fu Zhen has no confidence to pursue his love. Jiang Hengshu is a very good and good person, who can have a better life, but he has no way to bring it to him.
After returning the remaining half bag of tissue paper to Jiang Hengshu, Fu Zhen packed the lunch box and walked towards the garbage can.
Jiang Hengshu raised his head and noticed Fu Zhen's walking posture. There was a flicker in his eyes.
The sun in winter is not as warm as in summer. Fu Zhen drags the cart and his bare back of hand is stained with sand. His left leg has no way to exert himself, so he can only rely on his right leg. When he comes to an uphill, his two eyebrows will be tightly wrinkled and his lips will be pursed together. His skin is very white, which is morbid white, because of a lot of sports, His face had a thin layer of red, sweat sliding down his cheek, shining in the sun.
Fu Zhen is good-looking, with delicate facial features and fair skin. Even though he has been beaten by wind and rain for two years, he still looks like a young master growing up as an aristocrat.
The foreman was also surprised that Fu Zhen didn't have to support his family at this age. It should not be too difficult to find a more relaxed clerical job.
Fu Zhen used to think so. Although he didn't get a university diploma, it was not a difficult thing to find a light job with his ability. But I don't know why, all the resumes he put in went down in the sea. Later, he finally received an interview from a company. As a result, after the reexamination, the company manager told Fu Zhen Mr. Fu said that if his company accepted Fu Zhen, he would let the company go bankrupt immediately.
It was at that time that Fu Zhen began to understand that after he left the Fu family, his life completely fell to the bottom, and they would not give him any chance to turn over.
Only this kind of construction site, which can work without ID card, will leave him. Fu Jianchen may know that they are here, and they did not send anyone to drive him away. It is just their last kindness.
Fu Zhen worked only half a day in the afternoon, took off his work clothes and left the construction site ahead of time.
When Fu Zhen left, other workers were taking a rest. Jiang Hengshu looked up and drank half a bottle of water. Then he looked down and saw Fu Zhen leaving. He heard the huge whistle coming from the opposite street, mixed with the dirty jokes from the workers in his ear. He felt a little restless for no reason. He patted the dust on his clothes and carried a bag Sandbags are working again.The foreman came to see Jiang Hengshu carrying a bag of sand whistling through the construction site. Compared with the rest of the workers, he nodded. As expected, the 30 yuan salary was not wasted.
When Fu Zhen returned home, it was less than 4:00 p.m., he took a shower, went back to his room, turned on his mobile phone, took a look at the amount of his balance treasure, and bought his computer and board together with his shopping cart.
He can't take out a pair of pictures for two years. He can't bear to draw a picture of his legs for two years.
At that time when he just came out of the Fu family, Fu Zhen was still very naive. He thought that with his own ability, he could also break into a world. However, the reality forced him to lower his head. He had to put down his dream and look around for this cumbersome body.
After the arrival of the computer and hand-painted board, he may need a period of time for rehabilitation, and this period of time can just sort out the plot characters before Shazhou chronicle. After too long time, he only has a vague memory of the original outline of Shazhou chronicle.
Fu Zhen sat on the bed with a pen and paper, and opened the "chronicle of Shazhou" at Hua station. The video was downloaded from his restaurant while he was eating against his WiFi.
"Shazhou Chronicle" has many more bullet screens than when it was first updated four years ago. It's a thick layer. If you don't close the barrage, you can't watch it attentively.
Fu Zhen's wrist moved quickly, and the pencil left a rustle on the white paper.
He read and wrote for more than three hours. Then he raised his eyes. It was more than eight o'clock in the evening. The air in the room was a little cloudy. Fu Zhen charged his mobile phone, jumped down from the bed and went to the bedside. He opened a narrow gap in the window. The cold wind poured in suddenly. Fu Zhen had a cold war. He quickly closed the window and showed the glass Window, he saw the dim stars in the night sky and the endless stream of traffic on the street.
Fu Zhen raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He took out what he had just written down and rechecked it again.
The story of Shazhou chronicle happened at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. It tells about the grudges between several big families in Shazhou. The female owner is the only blood of the exterminated Zhu family. After changing her identity, she returns to Shazhou again. Relying on her unique beauty and wisdom, she circulates among several families, vowing to investigate the truth of that year and be the one hundred of Zhu family Thirty two people took revenge.
Although all the stories of Shazhou chronicle happened in the ancient city of Shazhou, the logic of the whole story is close, the characters are full, and several plot lines are parallel. It is just in this small city that a magnificent epic is composed.
When Shazhou chronicle was the most popular, it was called the light of animation in China by critics. There were also foreign video websites who wanted to buy the broadcasting right of Shazhou chronicle in his hands. However, before Fu Zhen could give a reply, he was expelled from Fu's family.
Since then, those who want to buy the copyright and broadcasting rights also have no voice.
At that time, Fu Zhen learned a lot from other staff in the studio, but he was not good at animation production, and he couldn't do dubbing and music. In addition, he couldn't buy a good computer for more than 2000 yuan. Now it's very difficult to pick up and update the chronicle of Shazhou.
But fortunately, the story of Shazhou chronicle was almost completed by Fu Zhen alone, and most of the original paintings were designed by Fu Zhen himself. It is OK to make a simple 2D animation, but it is doomed to disappoint many fans waiting for the animation update.
Fu Zhen turned off his mobile phone and lay in bed. Ten days later, it was new year's day. The year would pass again and again. After counting the details of what happened in the past year, the only figure left in Fu Zhen's mind was Jiang Hengshu.
In the bar that night, they two people because of an accident, should be two parallel lines of life had intersection node.
Under the dim light, sweat fell from Jiang Hengshu's cheek and dripped on Fu Zhen's chest. Fu Zhen was bewildered. He felt that Jiang Hengshu was irresistibly sexy at this moment. He couldn't help but raise his arm to embrace his head.
In addition to the pain, there was also a sense of inexplicable fullness when he was occupied, which made Fu Zhen almost cry.
After being expelled from Fu's family, he was too eager for someone to love him, so at the moment of integration with Jiang Hengshu, he had the illusion that he had his own home.
That's just his illusion that Jiang Hengshu will have his own home in the future.
Fu Zhen didn't see any sign of bending before. Maybe it was Jiang Hengshu's charm. He bent thoroughly at once, which was not much better than a spring. Fu Zhen wanted to ask Jiang Hengshu about his current situation, but he didn't know how to open his mouth. In the face of Jiang Hengshu, he suddenly became very self abased, as if he could not find any praiseworthy merit in himself. Jiang Hengshu's mobile phone rang at this time. He put down the lunch box in his hand, took two pieces of tissue paper from his coat pocket to wipe his hands, stood up and went to one side to connect the phone. His sky blue overalls were half open, revealing the black sweater inside. Leaning against the abandoned wall, he looked lazy. The sun seemed to have lifted a handful of gold powder in his hair, like a prince walking out of the cartoon. After dealing with the person on the other end of the phone, he suddenly frowned and said, "I won't go home." At the other end of the phone came a gentle female voice. Fu Zhen was far away, unable to hear what the other side said. Jiang Hengshu's eyebrows gradually expanded, and his mouth slowly raised a smile. Fu Zhen guessed that the person on the other end of the phone should be a person who is very important to him. he looked back and opened the bubble lunch box in his hand. Today's box lunch is still potato and eggplant, which contains greasy fat. He picks up his chopsticks and picks up worms. He is a little monster living in the dark nest. Even if Jiang Hengshu is a homosexual, he may not be able to accept his deformed self. A man like him should die alone and die, rotting in the soil. After many years, a white flower will appear on his grave, and those flowers will talk about their own one to the spring wind Health. Fu Zhen suddenly felt extremely frustrated. His right hand holding chopsticks was frozen in the air, and he could not eat anything more. One side of the lunch box cracked a thin opening. The bright soy sauce soup seeped from the gap and flowed on Fu Zhen's hand. He frowned and put the chopsticks aside. Jiang Hengshu hung up the phone. Looking back, he saw Fu Zhenzhen looking for something to wipe his hands. He took out the tissue paper from his pocket and bowed down and handed it to Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen raised his head. The sunshine in winter was warm and warm. His blue eyes were as clear as water, and his thick eyelashes were up, casting a small shadow. Fu Zhen was in a trance for a moment, and he saw his figure reflected there. The light wind brushed his face, and he heard his heart beating. Fu Zhen was a little distracted. He held out his hand and took the tissue handed over by Jiang Hengshu and said in a low voice, "thank you." Jiang Hengshu did not speak, turned around and sat down beside him. All of a sudden, Fu Zhen has no confidence to pursue his love. Jiang Hengshu is a very good and good person, who can have a better life, but he has no way to bring it to him. After returning the remaining half bag of tissue paper to Jiang Hengshu, Fu Zhen packed the lunch box and walked towards the garbage can. Jiang Hengshu raised his head and noticed Fu Zhen's walking posture. There was a flicker in his eyes. The sun in winter is not as warm as in summer. Fu Zhen drags the cart and his bare back of hand is stained with sand. His left leg has no way to exert himself, so he can only rely on his right leg. When he comes to an uphill, his two eyebrows will be tightly wrinkled and his lips will be pursed together. His skin is very white, which is morbid white, because of a lot of sports, His face had a thin layer of red, sweat sliding down his cheek, shining in the sun. Fu Zhen is good-looking, with delicate facial features and fair skin. Even though he has been beaten by wind and rain for two years, he still looks like a young master growing up as an aristocrat. The foreman was also surprised that Fu Zhen didn't have to support his family at this age. It should not be too difficult to find a more relaxed clerical job. Fu Zhen used to think so. Although he didn't get a university diploma, it was not a difficult thing to find a light job with his ability. But I don't know why, all the resumes he put in went down in the sea. Later, he finally received an interview from a company. As a result, after the reexamination, the company manager told Fu Zhen Mr. Fu said that if his company accepted Fu Zhen, he would let the company go bankrupt immediately. It was at that time that Fu Zhen began to understand that after he left the Fu family, his life completely fell to the bottom, and they would not give him any chance to turn over. Only this kind of construction site, which can work without ID card, will leave him. Fu Jianchen may know that they are here, and they did not send anyone to drive him away. It is just their last kindness. Fu Zhen worked only half a day in the afternoon, took off his work clothes and left the construction site ahead of time. When Fu Zhen left, other workers were taking a rest. Jiang Hengshu looked up and drank half a bottle of water. Then he looked down and saw Fu Zhen leaving. He heard the huge whistle coming from the opposite street, mixed with the dirty jokes from the workers in his ear. He felt a little restless for no reason. He patted the dust on his clothes and carried a bag Sandbags are working again.The foreman came to see Jiang Hengshu carrying a bag of sand whistling through the construction site. Compared with the rest of the workers, he nodded. As expected, the 30 yuan salary was not wasted. When Fu Zhen returned home, it was less than 4:00 p.m., he took a shower, went back to his room, turned on his mobile phone, took a look at the amount of his balance treasure, and bought his computer and board together with his shopping cart. He can't take out a pair of pictures for two years. He can't bear to draw a picture of his legs for two years. At that time when he just came out of the Fu family, Fu Zhen was still very naive. He thought that with his own ability, he could also break into a world. However, the reality forced him to lower his head. He had to put down his dream and look around for this cumbersome body. After the arrival of the computer and hand-painted board, he may need a period of time for rehabilitation, and this period of time can just sort out the plot characters before Shazhou chronicle. After too long time, he only has a vague memory of the original outline of Shazhou chronicle. Fu Zhen sat on the bed with a pen and paper, and opened the "chronicle of Shazhou" at Hua station. The video was downloaded from his restaurant while he was eating against his WiFi. "Shazhou Chronicle" has many more bullet screens than when it was first updated four years ago. It's a thick layer. If you don't close the barrage, you can't watch it attentively. Fu Zhen's wrist moved quickly, and the pencil left a rustle on the white paper. He read and wrote for more than three hours. Then he raised his eyes. It was more than eight o'clock in the evening. The air in the room was a little cloudy. Fu Zhen charged his mobile phone, jumped down from the bed and went to the bedside. He opened a narrow gap in the window. The cold wind poured in suddenly. Fu Zhen had a cold war. He quickly closed the window and showed the glass Window, he saw the dim stars in the night sky and the endless stream of traffic on the street. Fu Zhen raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He took out what he had just written down and rechecked it again. The story of Shazhou chronicle happened at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. It tells about the grudges between several big families in Shazhou. The female owner is the only blood of the exterminated Zhu family. After changing her identity, she returns to Shazhou again. Relying on her unique beauty and wisdom, she circulates among several families, vowing to investigate the truth of that year and be the one hundred of Zhu family Thirty two people took revenge. Although all the stories of Shazhou chronicle happened in the ancient city of Shazhou, the logic of the whole story is close, the characters are full, and several plot lines are parallel. It is just in this small city that a magnificent epic is composed. When Shazhou chronicle was the most popular, it was called the light of animation in China by critics. There were also foreign video websites who wanted to buy the broadcasting right of Shazhou chronicle in his hands. However, before Fu Zhen could give a reply, he was expelled from Fu's family. Since then, those who want to buy the copyright and broadcasting rights also have no voice. At that time, Fu Zhen learned a lot from other staff in the studio, but he was not good at animation production, and he couldn't do dubbing and music. In addition, he couldn't buy a good computer for more than 2000 yuan. Now it's very difficult to pick up and update the chronicle of Shazhou. But fortunately, the story of Shazhou chronicle was almost completed by Fu Zhen alone, and most of the original paintings were designed by Fu Zhen himself. It is OK to make a simple 2D animation, but it is doomed to disappoint many fans waiting for the animation update. Fu Zhen turned off his mobile phone and lay in bed. Ten days later, it was new year's day. The year would pass again and again. After counting the details of what happened in the past year, the only figure left in Fu Zhen's mind was Jiang Hengshu. In the bar that night, they two people because of an accident, should be two parallel lines of life had intersection node. Under the dim light, sweat fell from Jiang Hengshu's cheek and dripped on Fu Zhen's chest. Fu Zhen was bewildered. He felt that Jiang Hengshu was irresistibly sexy at this moment. He couldn't help but raise his arm to embrace his head. In addition to the pain, there was also a sense of inexplicable fullness when he was occupied, which made Fu Zhen almost cry. After being expelled from Fu's family, he was too eager for someone to love him, so at the moment of integration with Jiang Hengshu, he had the illusion that he had his own home. That's just his illusion that Jiang Hengshu will have his own home in the future.
