The foreman is a pickpocket, and he doesn't give the workers a holiday even on New Year's Day, let alone triple the salary. Jiang Hengshu plans to quickly resolve the disappearance case he was entrusted with, and quit his job on the construction site.
The foreman may also feel uneasy about his conscience. He got a bunch of supermarket shopping cards from somewhere and distributed one to each of the workers.
Jiang Hengshu casually put the shopping card in his pocket, waited until the foreman came home, put down the sandbag, and went to the canal behind the construction site. The surrounding of the canal was barren, with yellow sand covered with dry grass, and blue stones stood on the opposite side of the river bank.
Jiang Hengshu squatted down, stretched out his hand to push away the weeds in front of him, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and then a man asked him in a deep and hoarse voice: "What are you doing here?"
Jiang Hengshu turned his head, and saw the foreman standing behind him, looking down at him condescendingly, a gleam of light flashed in his cloudy eyes.
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Fu Zhen spent the whole day in his room in the rented house drawing his unfinished sketches. In the evening, he finally finished the colorful illustration of the blog. He looked at the results on the screen and couldn't help smiling.
He did not completely imitate Picasso's style, but added some other creations of his own, and the characters were also allegorical and not completely abstract.
Picasso only used three tones of black, white and gray in Guernica, while Fu Zhen took into account the overall style of Zhizhi and found a balance point, using some cool colors, adding a little color in the middle The red of blood is surprisingly harmonious.
I just don't know if the author will like this style.
Fu Zhen sent the painted illustration to the author in a nervous mood. He naturally hoped that the author would like this work as much as himself, but although the author told him to be bold, if the author could not accept this style, he would I can only consider painting another picture for the other party.
It's just that I was delayed for a few days because of the kidnapping before, and now I'm really sorry for wasting the author's time.
Fu Zhen sighed silently, forget it, don't think about it for now, let's talk about it after the author replies.
Fu Zhen was resting on the pillow at the head of the bed, looking out of the window with his head tilted. Tall buildings stood tall, the dusk was heavy, and the orange-red sunset glow rendered the sky like a painting of oil paint. Fu Zhen retracted his gaze. He still has a little doubt about what happened last night Whether everything is real or just a dream he had.
Did Jiang Hengshu really say those words to himself? Fu Zhen lowered his head and twisted his hands together unconsciously. It's a pity that he didn't see Jiang Hengshu this morning.
He got up a little late this morning, and Jiang Hengshu had already gone to work when he left the room.
Fu Zhen's cell phone rang, and it was the author who asked for the manuscript to reply to him. The other party liked Fu Zhen's color illustration very much, and asked him if he could order three more, one for each story.
Of course, Fu Zhen would not refuse, and he should get 2,000 yuan in the account for three more paintings. He thought that he could buy another gift for Jiang Hengshu then.
Jiang Hengshu returned to the rental house after get off work, went back to the room and changed a set of clothes, then walked out of the room with a white plastic bag, went to stand in front of Fu Zhen's room, raised his hand and knocked twice.
Fu Zhen was reading the outlines of several other stories sent to him by the author, and kept recording something with the pen in his hand. When he heard the knock on the door, he put down the pen and paper in his hand, got up from the bed, walked to the door and opened it. Standing was Jiang Hengshu, the orange-red glow fell behind him, and the glass coffee table and the plastic film on the ground reflected light together, like a sea of burning flames.
Jiang Hengshu asked him, "Have you eaten tonight?"
Fu Zhen looked at him without blinking, opened the door with his right hand on the doorknob, shook his head and said, "Not yet."
He had been thinking about how to draw the next color illustration just now, and completely forgot about eating.
Jiang Hengshu raised the white plastic bag in his hand, which contained two packing boxes, and handed it to Fu Zhen: "It's for you."
There was a small steamed bun and a preserved egg porridge in the box, and I don't know where Jiang Hengshu bought them.
Fu Zhen said thank you in a low voice, his ears were a little hot, he took the bag handed over by Jiang Hengshu, turned sideways, Jiang Hengshu took advantage of the opportunity and entered his room, the room was still cramped, after two men were squeezed in , the air became hot and dry.
Now Fu Zhen is finally sure that what happened last night was not a dream.
The person you like just happens to like you too, what a wonderful thing this is.
The light in the room was turned on, and the darkness was dispelled in an instant. Fu Zhen put the lunch box on the bedside table, and there was only a pair of chopsticks in it, so he bent down like a little hamster and dragged out a small box from under the bed, opened the lid of the box and Take out a pair of convenient chopsticks inside.
Jiang Hengshu sat on one side and looked at him. His legs were long and stretched forward a little. Fu Zhen squatted beside him, his head was almost attached to his thigh. When he turned his head, Fu Zhen breathed warmly. It even spread to his body through the cloth, Jiang Hengshu's muscles tensed, and his tongue twirled in his mouth.
It's just that on the surface, he still looks calm, with gentle eyes and a slight smile.
The air in the room seemed to be hotter, and the north wind blowing the plastic in the building made a rattling sound.
Fu Zhen pushed the box back under the bed, and he raised the chopsticks in front of Jiang Hengshu: "Let's eat together."
"I've eaten it." Jiang Hengshu shook his head and replied, otherwise he would have bought two and returned.
Fu Zhen let out an oh, and put the pair of chopsticks he took out just now on the bedside table. He had no experience in love, so he could only clumsily and hesitantly please Jiang Hengshu in his own way.
Maybe couples shouldn't have used the word pleasing before. He just hoped that Jiang Hengshu would be happier when he was with him than when he was alone.
Fu Zhen took a steamed bun and brought it to Jiang Hengshu's mouth. Jiang Hengshu was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Fu Zhen to do this. Under the light, Fu Zhen's black eyes were as dazzling as obsidian, and his own self was reflected in it. The figure, Jiang Hengshu opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.
Fu Zhen squinted his eyes and looked in a good mood. He was sitting next to Jiang Hengshu, holding the preserved egg porridge that Jiang Hengshu brought back in his hand, and used the steamed buns he had just fed Jiang Hengshu without hesitation. the pair of chopsticks,
A strange feeling crossed Jiang Hengshu's heart. He tugged at the collar of his sweater and folded his legs together. The air in the room became even hotter.
Seeing that Fu Zhen still planned to feed himself, Jiang Hengshu opened his mouth first: "You eat, I won't eat."
The room became quiet, only Fu Zhen next to Jiang Hengshu made a small chewing sound. Jiang Hengshu raised his head and looked at Fu Zhen's room.
In fact, there is nothing to see. Fu Zhen's room is pitifully small. Apart from a bed, there is no room for other larger furniture. The walls are full of old and yellowed scratches. Fu Zhen's sketchbook is placed at the end of the bed. Hengshu knew that every page in it was himself.
After Fu Zhen finished his meal, he was about to pack up the plastic box and throw it into the garbage bag by the door, planning to throw it away together when he went out tomorrow.
Jiang Hengshu looked away and said to him, "Let's go out for dinner tomorrow."
"Ah?" Fu Zhen blinked, and stopped the movement of his hands, as if he didn't hear Jiang Hengshu's words clearly.
Jiang Hengshu added calmly: "Let me introduce you to some friends."
Fu Zhen immediately understood what Jiang Hengshu meant. Generally speaking, after most people fall in love, they will post a group photo in Moments or Weibo to announce to those who follow them that they are no longer single. Now Jiang Hengshu Heng Shu wanted to introduce him to his friends, probably because of this mentality.
Fu Zhen was very happy, this represented Jiang Hengshu, not a momentary impulse, but then a sense of loss filled Fu Zhen's heart.
If possible, he would also like to introduce Jiang Hengshu to someone he knows well, but it seems that he has no one to tell.
When that incident happened, his relatives and friends all stood by Tang Wanwan's side, accusing him of using such a cruel method against a girl, let alone that girl was his half-sister.
At that time, his conflict with Tang Wanwan had reached a white-hot stage. After he had just been taught by Tang Wanwan and Qin Zhao together, he was also angered by Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting's unconditional protection of Tang Wanwan, so he wanted to give Tang Wanwan A small lesson for Wan Wan, and I don't know how the plot developed, but later it turned out that he was ruthless and wanted to make Tang Wan Wan fall from the hanging wire and become disabled.
In the end, the truly disabled person became himself.
But what's the point of mentioning these now, it's just adding trouble.
Later, Fu Zhen often thought, perhaps, he was really not as likable as Tang Wanwan, so after that incident, everyone left him.
Now, he finally has his own life, and he has gradually come out of the shadow of that incident. Those people in the past will one day be sealed in the distant memory box by him, and when he grows old, Buried in the ground with him.
Jiang Hengshu noticed the change in Fu Zhen's mood. He didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly. When Fu Zhen's mood gradually stabilized, he asked, "Go?"
Fu Zhen nodded: "Go."
He put the garbage at the door, stood in front of Jiang Hengshu, and looked down at the man sitting on his bed. There had been more intimate things between them, but at this moment Fu Zhen still felt a little hot on his face.
The light from the incandescent lamp above his head was not soft, and Fu Zhen's shadow was reflected on Jiang Hengshu's body. Jiang Hengshu raised his head, and the eyes of the two people intertwined. Take two steps forward.
Jiang Hengshu's legs were spread apart, and Fu Zhen stood in the middle of his legs. Fu Zhen raised his hands and put them on Jiang Hengshu's shoulders.
Then what? What to do? Fu Zhen pursed his lips, he didn't know himself, he could only look at Jiang Hengshu's blue crystal eyes.