Fu Zhen clasped his hands into fists to support his head, tilted his head to look at the screen of the phone, his fingers slid back and forth, and the director's huge body blocked more than half of the screenshots behind him. The content is also vague, and he cannot fully guarantee that this is the one he made back then.
It's a bit ridiculous to say that Fu Zhen made a movie about family affection back then. It was originally a Father's Day gift he gave Fu Jianchen, but was banned by his father later. This movie never had a chance to be released.
Fu Zhen turned off his mobile phone and continued the unfinished portrait. Occasionally, a few sporadic pictures would flash in his mind, about that movie, about the Shazhou Chronicle.
He really doesn't have much ability now, but he won't be bullied for this reason. If the movie is forever sealed in the memory box, he has nothing to say. If it is really released under the name of another person, he also has a way It can ruin the opponent's reputation.
He, Fu Jianchen, and Fu Ting really have nothing to talk about, but he doesn't want his hard work to be ruined.
Fu Zhen put down the paintbrush in his hand and looked at the head portrait he had drawn on the computer screen. There was a smile on the corner of his lips, with a hint of bitterness in his smile. He also seemed to find that he was not smiling at this time in his own reflection on the screen. Not good-looking, he moved his lips and put away the smile on his face.
After the head portrait was drawn, Fu Zhen rubbed his fingers and began to draw the draft of the illustration.
Jiang Hengshu was as usual. He didn't come back from the construction site until it was dark. He didn't go back to his room directly as usual. Instead, he raised his hand and knocked on Fu Zhen's door. After Fu Zhen opened the door, he saw Jiang standing at the door. Heng Shu was taken aback.
Jiang Hengshu avoided him before, but after he was rescued, Jiang Hengshu's attitude towards him returned to the way it was before. No, it seems to be better than before.
Jiang Hengshu took out an envelope from his pocket: "This is the salary that the foreman settled for you for this month. You can count it and see if there is any shortage."
Fu Zhen took it, opened the envelope in front of Jiang Hengshu, and quickly counted it. The total was 1800 yuan, which was 40 yuan more than what was recorded in his account book.
Fu Zhen remembered that he happened to be caught when he went to wash the wound, and the foreman deducted half a day's wages. According to the foreman's stingy character, the forty yuan should not be given to him, but maybe it was when the foreman was settling accounts I forgot, or maybe it was because I heard that I was kidnapped and gave myself compensation. It was only forty yuan. Fu Zhen didn't think too much about it. He accepted the money and thanked Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu nodded, pursed his lips and said nothing, Fu Zhen was right, the foreman was indeed stingy, so of course he gave Fu Zhen the money.
Fu Zhen threw the money and the envelope on the bed. He originally wanted to choose a gift for Jiang Hengshu at Christmas to thank him for his care some time ago, but Christmas has already passed, and that time was Jiang Hengshu When Hengshu was the most indifferent to himself, the gift he had chosen was still in the drawer and could not be sent out. Jiang Hengshu saved himself again yesterday, how should he repay him
According to those tacky old movies, life-saving grace should be promised by body, but Jiang Hengshu would not like him repaying his kindness in this way.
It happened that he got his salary today, Fu Zhen thought about it, and asked Jiang Hengshu, "Do you have time tomorrow night?"
"What's the matter?" Jiang Hengshu asked.
Fu Zhen raised his head and said to Jiang Hengshu, "I want to treat you to a meal."
Jiang Hengshu, Fu Zhen's light-colored lips and his own shadow reflected in his black eyes, he nodded mysteriously: "Okay."
Jiang Hengshu felt a little regretful after he came down. He actually didn't have much free time. Although the disappearance case on the construction site was about to come to an end, his mother was always urging him to go home recently.
But Fu Zhen laughed at this moment, his brows and eyes were vivid and bright, and his whole body exuded a pleasant atmosphere, Jiang Hengshu felt that it was nothing to agree to him just now.
Soon after Jiang Hengshu returned to the room, he received a call from the person he had called in the morning. Jiang Hengshu asked, "Didn't you say that the results will be given in three days?"
"Isn't that the mysterious figure Fu Zhen I thought you were talking about?"
Jiang Hengshu: "Speak."
"Fu Jianchen, do you know?" The man asked him on the phone.
"heard about it."
"Fu Zhen is Fu Jianchen's youngest son. Two years ago, Fu Jianchen brought back an illegitimate daughter named Tang Wanwan. Fu Zhen and Tang Wanwan didn't get along. The two often argued. During the movie, someone changed the rope of the hanging wire, which caused Tang Wanwan to fall off the hanging wire. When Fu Jianchen found out, he severed the father-son relationship with Fu Zhen and kicked him out of the Fu family."
"I checked this matter. Fu Zhen did find someone to sneak into the crew back then, but Diao Weiya may not be the one who moved."
"Recently, Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting seem to have approached Fu Zhen several times because of the copyright issue of the Shazhou Chronicle. The Liu brothers also wanted to kidnap Fu Zhen because they saw Fu Jianchen approaching Fu Zhen and thought they might reconcile. I asked for money from Fu Jianchen, but I didn't expect that Fu Jianchen never thought of taking Fu Zhen back to Fu's family," the voice on the other end of the phone paused, and continued, "Tang Wanwan will send the photos that should be sent to Fu Jianchen's phone Turning to my mobile phone, I may think that Fu Zhen is dead now."
Jiang Hengshu: "I see."
"What is the relationship between that Fu Zhen and you? I heard from Wang Tong that you deliberately dragged him to save the beauty yesterday?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Jiang Hengshu said coldly.
The voice on the phone let out a sigh: "Crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, tearing down the mill and killing the donkey, it's you who are talking about."
Jiang Hengshu was not annoyed, and asked calmly, "You learned idioms from Wang Tong, right?"
"What's wrong?"
"There is nothing else, the phone is hung up." Jiang Hengshu slid down the red hook button.
Jiang Hengshu hung up the phone and threw the phone aside. He was sitting on a chair, holding a copy of "The Interpretation of Dreams" in his hand. After reading only two lines, Jiang Hengshu's thoughts flew to other places up.
Last night in that cramped room, Fu Zhen lay obediently on the bed with his eyes closed, murmuring some unintelligible words, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and wet the pillow towel, Jiang Hengshu was caught off guard He was bound by a thin thread, which made him ache.
There was a knock on the door. Jiang Hengshu closed the book in his hand and put it on the table beside him, then got up and went to open the door. Standing outside was Fu Zhen. Jiang Hengshu asked, "What's the matter?"
Fu Zhen held his laptop in his arms, his hair was a little messy, and there were a few fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He asked Jiang Hengshu a little shyly, "My computer is broken, can you take a look for me?"
"Let me see."
Fu Zhen handed the computer to Jiang Hengshu, and followed Jiang Hengshu into his room. He explained to Jiang Hengshu from the side: "When I was drawing just now, the computer keyboard suddenly failed, and then I gave the computer Reboot, and it won't open again."
Jiang Hengshu nodded. It could be seen that Fu Zhen had used this computer for several years, and it was always loading after the computer was turned on. Jiang Hengshu was not Wang Tong, and he was not familiar with computer operation and repair, so he pressed on for a while. There was no response either.
"Forget it," Jiang Hengshu returned the computer to Fu Zhen, "Use mine."
Fu Zhen: "Huh?"
Jiang Hengshu turned around and bent down, and dragged out from under the bed the oversized suitcase he brought the day he came. The suitcase was not locked. After opening the lid, there was a pile of clothes on it, and some documents and bank cards on the bottom. , membership card and other things, Fu Zhen is far away and can't read the text on it clearly.
Jiang Hengshu squatted down and turned around, found a silver notebook from the inside, got up and handed it to Fu Zhen: "Here."
Fu Zhen was still a little dazed. He looked at the notebook that was sent to him. Although he had been kicked out of Fu's house long ago and had no money, he still recognized the brand of the computer. The computer that Jiang Hengshu lent him was rare. Said it would cost 50,000 yuan.
Jiang Hengshu didn't lie to himself, he was indeed not short of money.
Fu Zhen couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. He hoped that Jiang Hengshu would make a fortune one day, have a wife and son, and live a happy life, and he also hoped that he could help him.
But it turned out that I couldn't do anything.
"Thank you," Fu Zhen said with a smile, "I will pay you back tomorrow."
Jiang Hengshu didn't understand that although Fu Zhen was smiling, he felt an aura called loss in his body.
"You can use the computer first, I'm useless."
Fu Zhen returned to his room with two computers in his hands. After returning, he inserted the drawing board into Jiang Hengshu's computer. Fortunately, he saved a copy of his unfinished illustrations in the cloud before the computer shut down. Fu Zhen Download the drawing from the cloud disk, open it with SAI, and continue to refine it.
Jiang Hengshu's computer is much better than Fu Zhen's old second-hand computer. Fu Zhen can't help but get distracted while drawing, and his writing speed gradually slows down. Who is Jiang Hengshu
Fu Zhen couldn't understand why he had to go to the construction site to suffer when he was obviously not short of money.
Fu Zhen remembered the Jiang Hengshu he saw in the bar. The manager of the bar also has some background, but he has no airs in front of Jiang Hengshu at all. The gap between him and Jiang Hengshu may be even bigger than he imagined a little.
Fu Zhen took a long breath, he didn't have to think about it so much, as long as he knew that Jiang Hengshu would have a good life in the future, that was enough.
I still want to invite him to dinner tomorrow. I should have asked Jiang Hengshu if he had any taboos. Fu Zhen scratched his head. He just came out of Jiang Hengshu's room. Would it be too disturbing to go there now
How about choosing a few more stores and letting Jiang Hengshu choose them tomorrow? Fu Zhen thinks this is a good idea. He retracted these messy thoughts, lowered his head and continued to draw pictures.
This color painting was more difficult than he imagined, and Fu Zhen was not satisfied with the painting after several times. He put down the pen and sighed. If he had enough time, he should take a look at the original work of the other party first, but he There is not so much time now.
Fu Zhen opened Weibo, searched some topics about the original work, and found that out of ten Weibo posts, there were five obscenities, three rainbow farts, and the remaining two were advertisements for paying attention to the official account.
The author has something to say: This book will probably be included in v this Sunday. If it is included in v on Sunday, it should be next Wednesday. After the clip is finished, I will make up all of them for everyone.
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