It was already eight o'clock when Fu Zhen woke up the next morning, and he hadn't slept until dawn like this for a long time.
His legs didn't hurt as much as last night. After getting up from the bed, he went to the kitchen to make himself a handful of dried noodles, and then returned to the bedroom to continue drawing.
Most of the other tenants in the rental house have gone out to work, and it is much quieter now than at night. He has the Shazhou Chronicle in his mobile phone, and his eyes are fixed on the computer, concentrating on processing the draft he drew yesterday.
Tang Wanwan learned from Fu Ting's assistant that Fu Ting wanted to buy the copyright of the Shazhou Chronicle from Fu Zhen, so he went directly to Fu Jianchen's company, took the elevator to the top floor, and came outside Fu Jianchen's office.
She didn't knock on the door, just pushed the door open and barged in as usual. She sat down on the sofa and said to Fu Jianchen, "Dad, I heard that Fu Zhen owns the copyright of Shazhou Chronicle. You want to buy the copyright from him?"
When Fu Jianchen saw Tang Wanwan barging in like this, he didn't show any anger on his face. He turned the document in his hand to another page, hummed, and there was no expression of joy or anger on his face.
Tang Wanwan was a little unhappy, his little face immediately collapsed, and he said to Fu Jianchen, "Forget it, I don't want to shoot, you don't buy it."
Fu Jianchen raised his head and glanced at Tang Wanwan who was sitting on the sofa: "Buy it if you like it."
"I don't want it!" Tang Wanwan refused straight away. Buying the copyright of the Shazhou Chronicle now is tantamount to giving money to Fu Zhen. She didn't expect that Fu Zhen could survive in Pinghai City.
But it's good to let him live, to experience the suffering in this world more, but if Fu Jianchen and the others send him another sum of money, she will absolutely not accept it.
Tang Wanwan suddenly stood up from the sofa, stepped on her high-heeled shoes and came to the desk in two steps. She bent down, propped her chin with both hands, and said to Fu Jianchen, "Dad, let's go see if Fu Zhen is okay." ?”
Fu Jianchen raised his head, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was not satisfied with Tang Wanwan's proposal, he asked back, "What is he doing?"
Tang Wanwan coquettishly said: "He is also your son after all, let's take a look, if Fu Zhen is not doing well..."
Tang Wanwan paused for a moment, then continued: "We can help him."
Fu Jianchen pursed his lips, he really wanted to see how Fu Zhen was doing now, but he didn't want to go with Tang Wanwan, but when he saw Tang Wanwan's eyes, he was the same as before, there was no way to refuse her proposal.
"Wait until I finish processing these documents."
"Okay." Tang Wanwan returned to the sofa, turned on his phone and checked Weibo.
It was almost noon when Fu Jianchen finished processing all the documents in his hand. He took Tang Wanwan to the western restaurant for lunch. It happened that there was a women's clothing store next to the western restaurant. Fu Jianchen took Tang Wanwan with him Went in and bought some new clothes.
After Fu Zhen finished drawing the female protagonist of the Shazhou Chronicle in one breath, he stood up from the computer, stretched himself, raised his hand and lightly beat on the back a few times.
Turning to look at the small alarm clock beside the bed, it was almost evening. Fu Zhen didn't feel hungry when he was drawing pictures before, but now his stomach is growling.
He had almost eaten up the dried noodles in the cupboard. Fu Zhen took two hundred dollars from his wallet and went downstairs, planning to go to the pharmacy to buy two bottles of painkillers, and then go to the vegetable market to buy some vegetables.
A black Bentley car was parked at the entrance of the corridor. It is rare to see this kind of luxury car in this poor place, so Fu Zhen couldn't help but take a second look.
It doesn't matter if you look at it, the door of the Bentley is opened, and a young woman in a beige coat walks out from inside. She wears sunglasses and a mask on her face, wrapping herself tightly.
The woman turned her head to Fu Zhen, then raised her hand to take off the sunglasses on her face.
The woman's skin is fair, her facial features are exquisite, and her long brown hair with permed waves is scattered behind her head. Her amber-like clear eyes reflect Fu Zhen's figure. She raises her lips and smiles. According to fans, such a smile is like A warm sun in winter shines directly into people's hearts.
Fu Zhen didn't feel the heat of the warm sun, he just stood there in a daze, wondering why Tang Wanwan came back here, did he come to find himself
He really didn't want to have too much contact with Tang Wanwan. Since Tang Wanwan was taken back to Fu's house three years ago, no matter what he did, as soon as he met Tang Wanwan, he was destined to be unlucky. Later, he fought openly and secretly with Tang Wanwan. In the process, Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting were completely angered, and the fight ended with him being kicked out of Fu's house.
Fu Zhen came back to his senses, turned around and was about to leave, Tang Wanwan suddenly chuckled and called Fu Zhen: "Dad is here too, don't you want to see him?"
Fu Zhen's body froze. He stopped in place and could no longer move half a step. The strong wind mixed with gravel swept in, and the sky was gloomy as if it was about to snow.
After a long, long time, Fu Zhen turned around slowly, like a puppet on a string, and could even hear the rattling of bones.
He saw another tall man stepping out of the black Bentley.
The man was wearing a decent dark suit, his hair was neatly combed, his expression was serious, and there was no joy of reuniting with an old friend on his face, only when he saw Tang Wanwan, there would be a little more smile on the corner of his mouth .
This is Fu Jianchen.
yes…
dad.
Fu Zhen's eye circles turned red in an instant, and he subconsciously took half a step back. The injuries on his left leg and ankle pulled his body and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he quickly reached out to support the wall, which saved him from a difficult situation .
The luck during this period was not very good, and he almost fell for the third time. He should find a temple to worship during the Chinese New Year. Fu Zhen leaned against the wall and calmed down. His current appearance looks really A bit embarrassed.
However, these people have already seen him in a more miserable state, so there is nothing to care about.
Fu Jianchen smiled at Tang Wanwan, and then raised his head to look at Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen was leaning against the wall with his head hanging. His hair hadn't been cut for a while, and his current appearance was the same as that of the child he saw in his dream. There is hardly any resemblance to be found.
Tang Wanwan's eyes lingered on Fu Zhen for a long time. He was wearing a worn dark blue down jacket bought at a street stall, a black wool hat on his head, and two woven bags in his hand. Immediately, he felt a lot more comfortable. The young master of the Fu family who was invincible back then is now living his life in a mediocre way, just like many people in this world.
But he may have had a miserable life than those people.
She said, "Good afternoon."
"Mr. Fu Ting came to me yesterday to buy the film and television copyright of the Shazhou Chronicle. We have agreed that we will not disturb each other in the future. Even if we meet on the road, we will treat each other as strangers," Fu Zhen's voice paused, Lowering his eyes, he continued, "Mr. Fu Ting may not have had time to tell you two."
"I don't want the film and television copyright of the Shazhou Chronicle." Tang Wanwan said to Fu Zhen, with a hint of apology in his tone.
Fu Zhen let out an oh, and didn't show any particular sadness, but just looked up at Tang Wanwan: "You mean to say that the agreement between Mr. Fu Ting and me last night is not counted?"
Tang Wanwan raised his eyebrows: "Then you have to ask brother."
Fu Zhen didn't want to waste more words with Tang Wanwan, and he didn't really want to see Fu Jianchen in this situation.
No, he didn't want to see them under any circumstances.
He turned around again and walked upstairs.
Tang Wanwan laughed out loudly behind him: "Why did my brother leave when he saw us coming, why don't you sit down and talk? I haven't seen my brother for a long time."
Tang Wanwan is always like this. It is obviously some ugly words, but when she says them, there is a sense of sincerity. Others think she is kind, but only those who are targeted by her can understand the knife in the words.
No one knows the real date of Tang Wanwan's birth. The date on her ID card was randomly filled in by her adoptive mother. It was more than 20 days later than Fu Zhen, so she took it back to Fu's house. At that time, Fu Jianchen didn't worry too much about this aspect, and directly made her the third miss of the Fu family.
Fu Zhen had already walked up the steps on the third floor. Hearing what Tang Wanwan said, he finally couldn't help turning his head away. He pursed his lips and gave a sneer, looking down at Tang Wanwan with a condescending tone. With obvious sarcasm, he said: "I don't have a sister like you."
"Fu Zhen!" Fu Jianchen immediately interrupted Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen turned his head to look at Fu Jianchen. He hadn't looked at him for a long time. In his dream, Fu Jianchen looked at him with disgust. He was afraid of such a gaze, so he lay down on the ground and dared not raise his head.
Now that two years have passed, he stood in front of him with Tang Wanwan, as if telling himself that no matter how long it took, what had happened would never change.
Fu Zhen raised his eyelids and asked Fu Jianchen, "What can you teach me, Mr. Fu?"
Fu Jianchen frowned. He hadn't seen Fu Zhen for more than two years, but he didn't expect him to call himself Mr. Fu.
Did the little boy calling his father in the dream really exist? Fu Jianchen raised his hand and pressed his forehead, but found that he could still remember very little at this moment.
The two looked at each other without saying a word, and stood quietly for a long time. The setting sun dyed the sky a gorgeous rose color, and Fu Zhen's shadow was stretched long and reflected on the wall on one side.
"If it's okay, I'll go back." Fu Zhen turned around
"Fu Zhen," Tang Wanwan finally stopped calling Fu Zhen's brother disgustingly. She didn't know why she asked Fu Zhen, "Do you want to go back to Fu's house?"
Fu Zhen froze for a moment, and replied coldly: "No."
Tang Wanwan can actually leave now. She came here today just to see how Fu Zhen is living. Now that she has seen it, she still feels a little dissatisfied. In her imagination, Fu Zhen should be in Tianqiao The following is pulling the erhu to beg for life.
Tang Wanwan turned his head and glanced at Fu Jianchen who was beside him, and suddenly said: "Father, why don't we let brother Fu Zhen go home."