The exclamation point from the custard bag was sent too fast. Fu Zhen was too old on his mobile phone to respond. It took a while to spit out all the exclamation points sent by the custard bag, and then spit out a lot of rainbow farts.
[Ah, Mrs. Immortal, I'm about to cry]
[I just licked the screen for five minutes]
[Our custard is saved and mother is about to cry]
…
Fu Zhen looked at these words a little dumbfounded.
[Is there anything else that needs to be modified? ]
[No wife, I love you to death]
The draft that Fu Zhen sent over just now was the one that satisfied her the most when she asked for drafts in the past few years. Some of the painters she had found had never read "Shazhou Chronicle" at all, and some had read it. But it’s not cute milk yellow cp, some painters are not good, anyway, no matter how complete the picture is, it always feels a little bit worse.
But Jianwen’s draft is different, it gives her the illusion that she is not looking at a fanart, but the original work. Holding this sketch in the custard bag, she is so excited that she can’t sleep. Now she only hopes that her wife can color it Just as good as his draft.
Thinking of this, Custard Bao couldn't help but clicked into Fu Zhen's Weibo to take a look, and was disappointed to find that his photo albums were really all sketches, not a single one was colored. This fairy lady couldn't be Just learned to color.
But it's worth buying such a draft custard bag for 150 yuan.
Thinking of today’s friends who said that their brains were filled with water, they would find a small transparent draft. The milk yellow bag immediately threw the sketch he got to the friends, and then quietly waited for the friends to worship the sound of.
However, the ideas of the base friends are completely wrong.
[Qiangwei is really amazing]
[It’s the custard in my mind, crying and crying]
[There are no white flowers in this thousand and two bags, I announce that this year's custard is the first place]
[I feel that the style of Qiangwei is not the same as before, but it is closer to the original work, Qiangwei is really tricky]
…
Seeing that the friends all agreed that this fanart was drawn by Gong Qiangwei, Custard Bao had to come out to clarify.
[This is drawn by Mrs. Jianwen]
Then her friends all asked questions from the soul: Who is Jianwen
Custard Bao had to explain to them that Jianwen was the transparent painter whom he had told them before.
So in the next minute, the exclamation marks and rainbow farts sent by the custard yellow bag to Fu Zhen reappeared in this group again. No one would have thought that a small transparent painter who asked for 150 yuan could draw 1500 yuan.
The next thing Fu Zhen has to do is to import the sketch into it for coloring. He really hasn’t done this work for more than two years. After getting familiar with everything, it was already very late, Fu Zhen turned off the computer, put down the phone, and fell asleep.
The next morning, Fu Zhen pushed open the door of the room, and saw Jiang Hengshu standing at the door of the living room with his luggage. He was wearing a black windbreaker, carrying a black suitcase in his hand, and carrying a cold suit. The cold, and the wind and snow outside broke into Fu Zhen's world.
The sound of the beating heart was like a drum, and it played a moving prelude with the whistling wind. Fu Zhen thought he was dreaming, he raised his hand, rubbed his eyes, and blinked. Jiang Hengshu still stood there with a dazed look on his face. cold.
Fu Zhenxin was so excited that he didn't know what expression to make on his face. He had no hope for Jiang Hengshu moving into this rental house, but now he saw him as soon as he opened the door.
The long night is gone, and you can see thousands of years at a glance.
After seeing the house, Jiang Hengshu signed a three-month rental contract with the landlord, but he probably won't be able to live here for such a long time. After this business is completed, he will return to the Jiang family to take over the family business.
Jiang Hengshu took the landlord's key, put the luggage in the room, and when he closed the door and turned to go to work, he found that Fu Zhen was still waiting for him in the living room.
Fu Zhen laughed, his eyes were crooked, as if he had met some happy event, he asked Jiang Hengshu, "Shall we go together?"
Jiang Hengshu nodded, and walked out of the rental house with Fu Zhen. In the old stairwell, the sound of the two people's footsteps staggered, echoing the sound of knocking on the wall upstairs.
The bus in the morning was extremely crowded, and Fu Zhen's entire body was almost attached to Jiang Hengshu's body. Jiang Hengshu's right hand was holding on to one armrest, and his left hand was resting on the back of the seat. , as if to protect Fu Zhen in his own encirclement.
There are more and more people on the bus, the air becomes cloudy, and the noise of passengers is heard in his ears. This is how Fu Zhen spends every morning at work, but today he looked at the tall buildings going away from the window, For the first time I felt at peace.
After another stop on the bus, Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and patted Fu Zhen on the shoulder: "Sit there."
Fu Zhen turned his head away, and Jiang Hengshu was standing in front of him, his brows were clear, just like the day he first saw him.
…
Tang Wanwan, who had been filming outside, finally returned to Pinghai City today. She hurried back to Fu's house as soon as she got off the plane.
Knowing that Tang Wanwan was going home today, Fu Ting deliberately came back from the company early. When he got home, Tang Wanwan had already been waiting for him at home for a while.
Seeing Fu Ting came back, Tang Wan stepped forward and grabbed Fu Ting's arm: "Brother, I miss you so much."
A smile flashed across Fu Ting's eyes, and he patted the back of Tang Wanwan's hand lightly: "I don't think I'll come back sooner."
"The crew is too busy during this time."
Fu Ting said: "Don't be too tired."
Tang Wanwan replied that he knew it, and then begged Fu Ting coquettishly, "Brother, I want to shoot the Shazhou Chronicle that has become popular on the Internet recently, but I can't get in touch with the director of the Shazhou Chronicle, can you help me?" ?”
Fu Ting was stunned for a moment, his expression a little dazed, and he asked again after a while: "Shazhou Chronicle?"
"Yes, yes." Tang Wanwan nodded heavily. In fact, she has never watched this anime. She has always thought that anime is something only children watch, but since it can be hailed as the light of animation in Huaguo , should have many merits. Another one is that many producers are now planning to buy the copyright of this show in order to praise their newcomers, Tang Wanwan naturally does not want this opportunity to fall into the hands of others.
Tang Wanwan has read the brief introduction of "The Shazhou Chronicle". If it is adapted properly, this should be a very good main heroine drama. She wants to use this drama to consolidate her position, and at the same time, she also wants to This show is for several awards that I failed to get this year.
Fu Ting's expression looked a bit strange, he asked Tang Wanwan: "Do you have to make this movie?"
"Can't we shoot?" Tang Wanwan stared at with two big eyes, and Fu Ting's words of refusal stuck in his throat, "... I may not be able to find the director of the Shazhou Chronicle."
Tang Wanwan pouted unhappily after hearing Fu Ting's words.
After a while, Fu Jianchen came down from upstairs. He was over forty years old this year. Not only did the years not leave too many traces on his body, but it added countless charms to him. Looking at his favorite daughter, Fu Jianchen asked with a smile: "What's the matter? Who made our little princess unhappy?"
As soon as Tang Wanwan saw Fu Jianchen coming down, he immediately let go of Fu Ting's arm, ran towards Fu Jianchen's direction, and begged him, "Dad, I want to shoot Shazhou Chronicle, can you buy the copyright for me?" ?”
Fu Jianchen also felt that the name seemed familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had heard of it, so he said casually, "Just let your brother do it."
Tang Wanwan's mouth began to hang oil bottles again, and she said, "My brother said that he couldn't find the director of the Shazhou Chronicle either."
"Just get someone to check it out."
"Father is the best." Tang Wanwan stood on tiptoe and kissed Fu Jianchen's left cheek, and then she told him with some embarrassment, "Dad, that Qin Zhao asked me to go out on a date, so I won't be at home for dinner at night." gone."
Fu Jianchen hummed: "Go, come back early."
"Got it." Tang Wanwan stomped on his high heels and ran upstairs to his room, preparing for a date tonight.
After Tang Wanwan left, Fu Jianchen went down the stairs, sat down on the sofa, and said to Fu Ting, "Wanwan wants to take pictures, so you can help her."
"Shazhou Chronicle..." Fu Ting breathed out, and said to Fu Jianchen, "Four years ago, we opened a small studio for Fu Zhen, and he made an animation at that time, which is the Shazhou Chronicle."
Fu Jianchen was obviously stunned for a moment. He didn't know the reason. These days, he always recalled many things in his youth inexplicably, and most of these old things were related to Fu Zhen.
He dreamed that Xiao Fuzhen was sitting in the pool with a yellow duckling in his arms, and when he came back from the company, he dropped the duckling and crawled out of the water with his arms fluttering, but he couldn't stand still, and he threw his head up and fell again. into the pool;
Dreamed that when he was in kindergarten, he was unwilling to leave the house, holding his pants and unwilling to let go, crying and hiccupping, while himself and Fu Ting were laughing non-stop;
I also dreamed that he slept with me when he was very young, and every morning when he woke up, he would ride on Fu Jianchen's stomach, lift up his pajamas, giggle and pat his belly lightly, until Fu Jianchen couldn't bear the trouble Open your eyes and hug this little bastard, it's over.
…
And these dreams often end with Fu Zhen falling in a pool of blood, looking at him with resentful eyes.
Fu Jianchen's complexion was not very good. It seemed that someone had put a nail into his head, and if he was careful, he would bleed.
There was a dead silence in the living room. After a while, he said softly to Fu Ting: "Since Wan Wan is going to be filmed, you should find someone to buy the copyright from him."
The author has something to say: Although she was still lying in a pool of blood, there was no such thing as a miscarriage! There never will be!