Fu Zhen went back to the rental room, modified the colored inserts drawn yesterday and sent them to the other party. Soon after, his mobile phone rang with a crisp sound of gold coins colliding. Fu Zhen opened Alipay and checked the balance, which was still less than 3,000.
It will be Christmas in a few days, and he wanted to buy a gift for Jiang Hengshu to express his gratitude to him. He searched through Taobao, but he was not very satisfied with those things.
Fu Zhen withdrew from Taobao and posted on Weibo. Now his fans on Weibo are a little more than the balance in his Alipay. Zhen did not choose Shazhou Chronicle colleagues this time. He wanted to try another style, so he took two Q-version headshots and a colored insert of a personal blog.
Fu Zhen once dreamed of being a director, but from the day he was kicked out of Fu's house, he knew that this dream would probably never come true in this lifetime. Let him enter the same circle as Tang Wanwan, Fu Zhen has nothing to say about it.
The weather in Pinghai City has been good for the past two days, with a gentle breeze and clear skies. Fu Zhen still didn't take any medicine, but the old injury on his leg didn't get any worse.
Workers in blue overalls were constantly moving on the construction site. After pushing the sand, Fu Zhen took out his mobile phone to check the time, pushed the cart aside, then turned around and searched for Jiang Heng on the construction site. A special figure came.
He wanted to wait for Jiang Hengshu to go home together. After finding Jiang Hengshu, Fu Zhen took out his sketchbook and sat on the edge of the earth wall, holding a pencil in his hand. He raised his head from time to time, looking for Jiang Hengshu on the construction site. The pen under his hand was constantly moving on the white paper, making the sound of brushing. Fu Zhen became more and more absorbed, and soon Jiang Hengshu appeared on the drawing paper. He was sitting under a big tree. , the right knee is slightly bent, the chin is raised, looking a bit rebellious.
Fu Zhen was not very satisfied, and always felt that there was still a little charm missing. He stopped his movements and looked in the direction of Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu was carrying a sack of sand on his shoulders. He was wearing very little clothes, and through the blue In the dark overalls, you can faintly see the lines of the muscles underneath.
Every time he raised his head and found Jiang Hengshu, it seemed as if there were only the two of them left in the whole world. However, this was just Fu Zhen's illusion. He would wake up soon, and the movements in his pen became faster and faster, sketching Ben Jiang Hengshu's figure became clearer and clearer.
There was fine snow falling in the sky, but Fu Zhen didn't notice it at all. He concentrated on describing Jiang Hengshu in his pen, from his slightly rolled up trousers to his wrinkled shirt collar, to his curved upwards. The corner of his lips... Until a shadow gradually covered his sketchbook, Fu Zhen was startled, and quickly closed the sketchbook in his hand. He raised his head and looked at the owner of the shadow, Jiang Hengshu.
Fu Zhen blinked, and unconsciously moved his fingers holding the sketchbook. He asked, "Get off work?"
Jiang Hengshu hummed, his eyes paused slightly on the sketchbook in Fu Zhen's hand, but then moved away quickly, Fu Zhen observed Jiang Hengshu's face, there was nothing unusual, he probably didn't see himself What were you drawing just now.
The wind blew gently, and Fu Zhen stood up from the pile of bricks, holding a sketchbook in his arms, like a young dragon holding gold coins.
"Let's go." Jiang Hengshu said.
Fu Zhen followed Jiang Hengshu and walked towards the outside of the construction site. The snow fell more and more heavily. Fu Zhen wore a brown woolen hat on his head. After a while, a thin layer of fine snow fell on it. Like a freshly baked Black Forest cake.
In order to take care of Fu Zhen who was following behind, Jiang Hengshu didn't walk fast. Fu Zhen looked over the earth wall in front of him and stopped at the electric wire with the gray-blue sky as the background. There were a few gray sparrows standing on it, jittering. whisper.
They stopped in front of the bus stop. Fu Zhen held his sketchbook and looked up at the dark sky. Snowflakes fluttered down like dead leaves. Vehicles sped past on the street, blowing a gust of cold wind. , The wind carried fine snow.
Fu Zhen shivered, and moved a little closer to Jiang Hengshu's direction. Jiang Hengshu was looking in the direction of the construction site with his head tilted, as if he didn't pay attention to Fu Zhen's movements.
Not long after the bus came, Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu got on the bus one after the other. There were many people on the bus and there were no more seats left. Fu Zhen followed Jiang Hengshu to the second half of the bus. Jiang Hengshu Shu raised his hand to grab the hanging ring above, while Fu Zhen supported the crossbar next to the rear door.
There were more and more people in the car, Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu were surrounded by the crowd, their bodies were pressed together, and the warm breath came from Jiang Hengshu's body, Fu Zhen could hear clearly. The sound of my heart beating in my chest was like the fluttering of a butterfly's wings in spring.
The bus wobbled through the city where the streets criss-crossed, and stopped in front of the school. A wave of people got off the bus from the back door, and another wave of people rushed up. What remained unchanged was the The environment is still crowded.
After a few more stops, there were gradually more vacant seats on the bus. Jiang Hengshu took one, called Fu Zhen over, and asked him to sit here.
This kind of thing happened almost every day when I got off work. Fu Zhen was very grateful to Jiang Hengshu, his face flushed a little, and he whispered: "...Thank you."
Jiang Hengshu hummed lightly, and looked out of the car window, where skinny street trees passed by in a hurry, and the dusk merged.
The night in winter always comes earlier than in summer. The bus was dark, and the crowded figures formed a blur in Fu Zhen's eyes. He couldn't see clearly. He looked up at Jiang Hengshu, and asked him: "do you remember me?"
"What?" Jiang Hengshu didn't hear what Fu Zhen said just now, he looked down at Fu Zhen.
"We met on the bus that day." After Fu Zhen said this, he lowered his head slightly, hiding his expression in the dim light.
"Remember." Jiang Hengshu's voice was clear and cold.
But he remembered that in the evening that day, Fu Zhen was standing on the bus just like before, like a little beast living alone. There was a period of fish and water.
Fu Zhen didn't care that Jiang Hengshu forgot everything that happened that night. He remembered that the brief encounter on the bus had already surprised Fu Zhen. His eyes lit up and he asked Jiang Hengshu, "How could you Came to the construction site?"
He still remembered how Jiang Hengshu was dressed that day. He looked more like a boss or a white-collar worker than someone who should go to a construction site to move bricks.
Jiang Hengshu used the same reason he gave to other workers before, and said to Fu Zhen: "I'm short of money recently."
"Oh." Fu Zhen thought that Jiang Hengshu might not be telling the truth to himself. After all, moving bricks is not a quick-paying job, but he nodded and said nothing else.
I don't know how much Jiang Hengshu is short of now, and how much I can help him. Fu Zhen added the balance in his bank card and Yu'e Bao. This money is probably not enough to take out. He decided to go back tonight and try again. Take a few more drawings.
On a windy afternoon, after pushing the sand, Fu Zhen sat down by the earthen wall as usual, holding a sketchbook and began to draw, but he didn't draw a few strokes, and felt a little pain in his stomach, so he put down the sketchbook , clutching his stomach and ran to the toilet.
There was nothing wrong with the sketchbook on the side of the earth wall, but a worker carrying sandbags passed by without paying attention and knocked the sketchbook on the ground. The cover made of cardboard was spread out, and the contents inside were all show up.
The workers were all busy making money, and no one had time to look down at what was drawn in Fu Zhen's sketchbook. Only Jiang Hengshu stopped, and he saw himself in Fu Zhen's sketchbook.
The north wind blew, and the paper was flipping. Every page and every stroke in it belonged to him.
Jiang Hengshu was standing there with a sandbag on his shoulders. He remembered what his co-workers had told him before. They said that the little cripple was a pervert. When they were part-time workers, he was often seen in and out of gay bars. Jiang Hengshu didn't take it seriously at the time, no matter whether Fu Zhen liked a man or a woman, it had nothing to do with him.
But now that he saw himself in this person's sketchbook, Jiang Hengshu seemed to understand something.
Jiang Hengshu pretended he didn't see anything, and walked forward, but he didn't take a few steps, stopped again, turned around and walked to the place just now, picked up the sketchbook on the ground, closed it and placed in its previous position.
There was a faint sigh in the wind.
Ten minutes later, Fu Zhen came back from the commissary. He didn't know anything about what happened under the low wall just now. He picked up the sketchbook and continued with the unfinished painting until the sky darkened. Hengshu leaves work.
Since Fu Zhen was kicked out of Fu's house, his whole person has become much more sensitive. Even though Jiang Hengshu behaved almost exactly the same as before on the way back, he still easily noticed Jiang Hengshu's current attitude towards Jiang Hengshu. own indifference.
Fu Zhen didn't know what he did wrong, and he didn't dare to ask Jiang Hengshu. He sat on the seat and looked out of the car window, watching people coming and going, cars coming and going, feeling a little more disappointed in his heart, but Fu Zhen I really understand that one day, he and Jiang Hengshu will be separated. At that time, even if he wants to see such a cold Jiang Hengshu, he will not be able to.
For several days in a row, Jiang Hengshu's attitude became more and more indifferent. He seemed to be using a secret method to draw a line with Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen understood this, and cooperated with Jiang Hengshu to explain the relationship between the two of them. Slowly drop back to freezing point.
On the construction site, Fu Zhen had just sat down after pushing the sand, and before he had time to open his sketchbook, Jiang Hengshu came over and said to Fu Zhen, "Go back first, I have something to do today, maybe I won't go back .”
Fu Zhen raised his head in a daze, grabbed the sketchbook and looked at Jiang Hengshu for a while, then said, "I see."
After Jiang Hengshu left, Fu Zhen stood up slowly, picked up his sketchbook, and walked out of the construction site alone against the cold wind.