After the two left, Jiang Hengshu came out from the dark, raised his hand to take off his earphones, and walked into the dark corridor.
He didn't come back at the right time. Fu Zhen and Fu Ting were discussing the copyright issue of the Shazhou Chronicle. He didn't like to disturb him, and he didn't want to eavesdrop on other people's private affairs. He put on earphones and stood outside for a while.
The voice-activated lights in the corridor were broken, so Jiang Hengshu had to turn on the flashlight of his mobile phone. When he reached the second floor, Jiang Hengshu stopped. He looked up and saw a figure sitting at the corner above the stairs. The shoulders twitched.
He cried.
Jiang Hengshu looked away, looked at the gray stone steps under his feet, and continued to walk upstairs with an indifferent expression on his face.
The distance between him and the figure gradually narrowed, and he also recognized that figure as Fu Zhen. He went up to the third floor silently without saying a word.
He has ruled out Fu Zhen's suspicion now, and he doesn't need to have any more contact with him. He lowered his eyes, and next to his ears is the sound of the TV coming from the rented room, mixed with a faint sob Voice.
Halfway up the stairs on the third floor, Jiang Hengshu stopped suddenly. He stopped in place for a while. There was a family on the third floor who went out to pick up their children. When he opened the door, he saw a man standing on the stairs. He was immediately startled. With a jump, he was about to ask which idiot was there to scare people, but Jiang Hengshu turned and walked down.
He came to Fu Zhen's side, took out a pack of tissues from his coat pocket, bent down and handed it to Fu Zhen: "Wipe?"
Hearing the sound, Fu Zhen raised his head. He had been crying for too long, and the lights in the corridor were dim, so he couldn't see what was in front of him at all. There were teardrops on his eyelashes, and he only vaguely looked at a dark figure, But he knew it was Jiang Hengshu, so he reached out to take the tissue that Jiang Hengshu handed over, and whispered thank you.
"Your leg is injured?" Jiang Hengshu asked.
His voice was very low in the darkness.
Fu Zhen hummed, his eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist, and Jiang Hengshu's figure was reflected in it, he took out a tissue to wipe the tears on his face, he propped his hands on the wall, trying to get off the ground. He stood up, but his left leg fell so hard that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
A low sigh came from nowhere in his ear, and Fu Zhen's eyes were a little dazed. After a while, he withdrew his hands supporting the wall and said to Jiang Hengshu, "I'll sit here for a while. "
Jiang Hengshu squatted down in front of Fu Zhen: "I'll carry you up."
Fu Zhen didn't expect Jiang Hengshu to do this, he was a little flattered: "No... no need."
"Come up." Jiang Hengshu had already turned his back, and there was a hint of refusal in his tone.
Fu Zhen hesitated for a moment, and stopped being hypocritical, put both hands on Jiang Hengshu's shoulders, "Thank you."
Jiang Hengshu didn't speak. He hugged the upper part of Fu Zhen's legs with both hands. He slowly stood up from the ground and walked upstairs. His palms were warm and his steps were steady and strong. Fu Zhen's chest was nestled against his. On his shoulder, if he is willing to listen carefully, he will definitely hear the beating sound of a drum in Fu Zhen's chest.
Fu Zhen has become very thin in the past two years. He is almost 1.8 meters tall and weighs less than 130 catties. There are almost only a handful of bones left in his whole body, which is a bit embarrassing.
In the corridor, under the dim light, the shadows of the two people overlapped and shone obliquely on the wall on one side, moving slowly upwards as Jiang Hengshu walked.
On the third and fourth floors, the corridors were quiet. Fu Zhen looked at the hair on Jiang Hengshu's head. It was counterclockwise. The hair around him was very thick with a little natural curl. Fu Zhen thought it was cute. He sucked it Sniffing, he suddenly asked Jiang Hengshu, "Well, do you have a girlfriend?"
Jiang Hengshu's mind suddenly flashed that night in the bar, the little mermaid's two slender arms were wrapped around his neck, and the whole body arched upwards in a soft arc. into his body.
Tears fell from the corners of the little mermaid's eyes, but they failed to turn into pearls. Those tears soaked the pillow and dyed it a dark color. Jiang Hengshu's mood became heavy in an instant.
He replied Fu Zhendao: "No, but I have someone I like."
Cold tears dripped from Fu Zhen's chin and fell into Jiang Hengshu's neck. Jiang Hengshu's heart trembled. He didn't know why the person on his back was crying, let alone why he came from the third floor. Come down and carry the young man to the sixth floor.
Fu Zhen let out a cry, his voice was low, and he couldn't hear sorrow or joy. After a while, he asked Jiang Hengshu again: "Does he like you?"
Jiang Hengshu paused for a moment. He hadn't seen the little mermaid since that night.
"I don't know," he replied.
The two of them stopped talking, only the sound of Jiang Hengshu's footsteps remained in the corridor. Fu Zhen counted the stone steps Jiang Hengshu walked down with his head down, and only hoped that the road could be longer.
He counted from one to forty-seven. Jiang Hengshu stepped on the last stone step and reached the outside of the rental house. Fu Zhen patted Jiang Hengshu on the shoulder and said to him, "Put me down." Bar."
"Can I walk by myself?" Jiang Hengshu asked.
Fu Zhen nodded: "Yes."
Jiang Hengshu carefully put Fu Zhen off his back, "Thank you today."
Jiang Hengshu hummed without saying anything else. He supported Fu Zhen's arm, pushed open the anti-theft door in front of him, and sent Fu Zhen to the door of his room.
At the beginning of the neon lights, thousands of high-rise buildings are lit up, and the city is more prosperous than daytime.
When Fu Ting came home, Fu Jianchen was sitting at the dining table waiting for him to eat. Seeing him coming back, he asked him, "How is it?"
Fu Ting nodded and said, "I've got it."
There was a satisfied smile on Fu Jianchen's face, as if he was extremely satisfied to do what he could do for his favorite daughter, he then asked Fu Ting: "Your complexion is not very good, what happened? "
Fu Ting shook his head, he opened his mouth, called Dad to Fu Jianchen, and couldn't say anything else.
Fu Ting raised his hand and pressed his forehead: "I'm a little tired, I won't eat dinner, I'll go up and rest first."
Fu Jianchen put away the smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes showed a trace of deepness. He asked Fu Ting: "When you saw him today, was he on the construction site?"
Fu Ting hummed.
"How is he now?" Fu Jianchen asked again.
Fu Ting didn't know why his father asked these questions, maybe he felt that Fu Zhen was punished too harshly and wanted to make up for him, or he felt that he was too kind to him back then and wanted to give him some color.
Fu Ting knew his father well. He had never regretted anything in most of his life. Now he asked himself about Fu Zhen's situation, probably because of the second reason.
For some reason, Fu Ting didn't really want to talk about this with Fu Jianchen, so he changed the subject and said, "Wanwan's wedding date wants to be set at the end of January."
Sure enough, Fu Jianchen immediately forgot about Fu Zhen, he frowned: "Why did you choose such a time?"
At the end of January, the Chinese New Year is about to start. Getting married at this time is not about making trouble for yourself. She is an actress and she has to be strong. There are various award ceremonies and satellite TV shows waiting for her at the end of the year. This busy schedule makes her body But how can I bear it.
Fu Ting didn't care about this, his eyes showed pampering, and he said to Fu Jianchen: "She likes it, so just follow her wishes, at worst we can help her more."
Fu Jianchen hummed, and what Fu Ting said made sense, he was about to marry off his most precious daughter, but at this moment, he didn't feel any reluctance, on the contrary, he felt that he was about to be relieved.
Fu Jianchen's gaze gradually became empty.
Fu Ting went upstairs, but he didn't return to his room immediately, he walked to the room next to him by a strange coincidence.
This is Fu Zhen's room. Since he was kicked out of Fu's house two years ago, no one has opened this room. Fu Ting was silent for a long time in the corridor, and finally raised his hand to hold the doorknob of the house. With a little force, he pushed the door open.
The layout of the room was the same as the day Fu Zhen left, but because no one came to clean it for a long time, there was a thick layer of dust on the table, and there was a copy of Oscar Wilde's The Nightingale and the Rose.
Fu Ting looked around the room, the day Fu Zhen left, he really didn't take anything with him.
Fu Ting lowered his eyes, turned and left the room.
Fu Zhen returned to the room, sat on the bed, gritted his teeth and took off his pants. There was a purple bruise on his ankle, and the skin on the knee of his left leg was also red. His teeth were chattering in pain. , so there is definitely no way to go to the construction site to work tomorrow.
He called the foreman and asked for two days off. During this time, he could stay in the rental house and draw pictures without going to the construction site to suffer.
Fu Zhen opened the bedside cabinet and took out a small medicine bottle from it. The moment he got it in his hand, he realized that he had run out of painkillers last month, and he had to go to the pharmacy to buy two more bottles.
But it's too late now, and the pharmacies around here are closed, so I can only bear it for the night and go out to buy medicine tomorrow.
Fu Zhen drew a draft, and his legs hurt so much that he couldn't bear it anymore, so he climbed into bed and planned to go to bed early.
But after turning off the light and lying on the bed, Fu Zhen didn't feel sleepy at all. His vision was pitch black, and Jiang Hengshu lived in the next room. He was someone he liked. What is he doing now, isn't he? Also fell asleep.
Fu Zhen suddenly remembered what Jiang Hengshu said to him in the corridor, and the reverie in his mind disappeared without a trace.
Jiang Hengshu already has someone he likes.