"I have time to bring it to my mother—" Mrs. Jiang's voice stopped abruptly.
It took her a while to realize what Jiang Hengshu said to herself. She couldn't believe that it was what Jiang Hengshu would say: "Hengshu, what did you just say, my mother didn't hear very well."
"The person I like is a man." Jiang Hengshu repeated.
"Hengshu, you're not joking with mom, are you?"
Jiang Hengshu shook his head: "Of course not."
Mrs. Jiang's two eyebrows were almost squeezed together. She looked at Jiang Hengshu with a bit of blame in her eyes, but the blame disappeared immediately, and her eyes were still full of love when she looked at Jiang Hengshu: "You How... would you suddenly like a man?"
Jiang Hengshu hesitated for a moment, and said to Madam Jiang: "It's not sudden, I've always liked men,"
"He... too?"
Jiang Hengshu hummed.
"You two..." Mrs. Jiang wanted to speak several times, but she couldn't get the words out.
Jiang Hengshu said directly, "I was the one who chased him."
Mrs. Jiang slumped down on the sofa, she frowned, and sighed in a low voice: "What should you do if your grandfather and father know about this?"
Jiang Hengshu sat down beside Mrs. Jiang, put his arms around Mrs. Jiang's shoulders, comforted Mrs. Jiang and said, "It's okay, I will tell them."
Mrs. Jiang sighed, turned her head to Jiang Hengshu and said, "If there is a chance, I would like to meet him."
Jiang Hengshu hummed, and replied, "I will bring him to see you in the future."
Mrs. Jiang patted the back of Jiang Hengshu's hand lightly. In fact, she was not quite able to accept the fact that Jiang Hengshu was gay, but the matter was already like this, and it was useless to say anything else.
Since Jiang Hengshu was gay before, he doesn't like this person, there will be another one.
Mrs. Jiang is not a feudal person, she is very open-minded in most things, otherwise she would not agree to Jiang Hengshu going abroad as a mercenary, but thinking that her child will eventually live with a man for the rest of her life, Mrs. Jiang still feels that Some are not acceptable.
"You live with him now?" Mrs. Jiang asked.
"Yes." Jiang Hengshu nodded.
Mrs. Jiang sighed softly, looking at her son who was proud of everything she did, she still had to compromise for him in the end.
Mrs. Jiang told Jiang Hengshu: "When doing things, remember to prepare everything."
Jiang Hengshu's indifferent face was finally broken. He blushed a little, and said to Mrs. Jiang as calmly as possible: "I know."
Mrs. Jiang seldom saw her son look shy. Seeing him like this, she couldn't help pursing her lips and chuckling lightly. The atmosphere in the tea room finally became brisk again.
"Are you going back tonight?" Mrs. Jiang asked while holding a teacup.
Jiang Hengshu nodded.
Mrs. Jiang didn't say much about it, and chatted with Jiang Hengshu about his next plan. Seeing the sky outside gradually darken, Jiang Hengshu's expression became a little anxious. Mrs. Jiang was amused, Let Jiang Hengshu go, and said: "Okay, it's getting late, you can go back."
Mrs. Jiang sent Jiang Hengshu to the outside of the villa, and told Jiang Hengshu, "If you have time, remember to go home and have a look."
"knew."
Mrs. Jiang chuckled, "It's quite straightforward to agree, once you leave home, you won't be able to call back."
Jiang Hengshu pursed his lips and said nothing. The setting sun shrouded the top of the mountain, shining an orange brilliance on the exposed land. Mrs. Jiang patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, I see you are in a hurry, go back."
After receiving the thousand layers handed over by the housekeeper, Jiang Hengshu hugged Mrs. Jiang, turned around and got into the car, and disappeared from Mrs. Jiang's sight not long after walking along the mountain road.
The housekeeper noticed that Madam Jiang's complexion was not very good, and asked softly, "Why does Madam Jiang seem to be in a bad mood?"
Mrs. Jiang sighed: "The child grows up and wants to have his own home."
"Master has a girlfriend?" The butler was so happy that his eyebrows were flying up. "This is a happy event. Why doesn't Madam look very happy? Is it dissatisfied with Master's girlfriend?"
Mrs. Jiang sighed softly and shook her head: "You'll know when you see someone."
As soon as the butler heard it, he understood that Jiang Hengshu's girlfriend was not very satisfied with Mrs. Jiang. He comforted Mrs. Jiang and said, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Madam don't need to worry too much."
Mrs. Jiang nodded: "I hope so."
After Jiang Hengshu returned to the rental house, he sent Fu Zhen the Strawberry Melaleuca brought back from home.
Fu Zhen looked at the things in Jiang Hengshu's hands. He had just finished eating, and before his brows frowned, he heard Jiang Hengshu say, "I didn't buy it, I took it at home."
Fu Zhen smiled instantly, and Jiang Hengshu was a little amused, and couldn't help but raised his hand to stroke his head.
The strawberries on the strawberry layer are all fresh, and the cream tastes light and not greasy. Fu Zhen hasn't eaten such a delicious cake for a long time, and it may be because it was brought to him by Jiang Hengshu, so it is extra delicious.
Jiang Hengshu sat and looked at him. The light fell on Fu Zhen's black hair, which showed a bit of brown at the tip. Jiang Hengshu asked him, "Is it delicious?"
"Yeah." Fu Zhen nodded, as well-behaved as a little hamster.
Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and wiped off the white cream on the corner of Fu Zhen's mouth with the pulp of his thumb. Fu Zhen stopped and felt that this scene seemed familiar. On the night of New Year's Day, he bought Two cones, the cream of which was hanging from the corners of his mouth, Jiang Hengshu did the same at that time as he does now.
Fu Zhen came back to his senses, dug out a small piece of cake with a spoon, and brought it to Jiang Hengshu's mouth. Jiang Hengshu shook his head slightly.
Fu Zhen's eyes were fluttering, and he could clearly see his figure inside, with the warm breath of strawberry sweetness on Jiang Hengshu's face, he asked himself: "Don't you want to eat?"
Jiang Hengshu shook his head, Fu Zhen could only put the cake in the spoon into his mouth, then stretched out a small pink tongue to lick the cream off his lips.
Jiang Hengshu's eyes became hot in an instant. He took a step forward, bent down to hold Fu Zhen's face, pressed his lips on Fu Zhen's lips, and then stuck into his mouth to taste the sweetness.
After a long time, Jiang Hengshu let go of Fu Zhen and said calmly, "Eat."
Fu Zhen blushed. He didn't know whether it was because of shyness or excitement. He rubbed his still hot cheeks, put the unfinished mille-feuille cake back into the box, and put it on the window sill outside, saving it for tomorrow.
Jiang Hengshu sat down beside him. He glanced at Fu Zhen's computer screen and asked him, "How long do we have to draw today?"
"It's almost finished."
"Go to bed early, don't stay up late."
Fu Zhen nodded obediently, Jiang Hengshu stretched out his finger and tapped his forehead, pointed to his ear, and said to Fu Zhen, "I can hear it even from next door."
Fu Zhen stared at Jiang Hengshu with wide eyes, as if he didn't believe what Jiang Hengshu said, Jiang Hengshu patted him on the head: "So go to bed early."
"Got it." Fu Zhen replied obediently.
After Jiang Hengshu left the room, Fu Zhen slightly rendered the color inserts of the drawing to make the whole picture look more harmonious, and then sent it to the author. The author is probably not online and has not replied to Fu Zhen, but As soon as Fu Zhen woke up the next morning, he heard the sound of transferring money in Alipay, and the author had sent him all the balance.
It was a rare day for Fu Zhen to relax. He went out with Jiang Hengshu to watch a movie, had lunch, and went to the playground for a long time.
When he came back, the TV in the living room was broadcasting the press conference of "Chunhua Mountain". Fu Zhen also wanted to see if this movie was the one he made back then, so he sat down on the sofa in the living room. Heng Shu sat down with him.
The host of the show is a young girl wearing a long blue dress, who is asking the director Zhao Jin: "Why did you choose such a name as Chunhua Mountain? Does this name have any special meaning for you?"
"When I was young, my father often took me to climb mountains. The mountain we climbed was Mount Huashan. Many of the principles of life were told to me by my father on the way up. For me, my father is the towering mountain. The green hills shelter me from the wind and rain, and hold up a piece of sky for me."
The host asked: "Chunhua Mountain? I don't know where this mountain is?"
The director shook his head: "This happened when I was very young, I can't remember it now, Chunhua Mountain seems to have changed its name."
The hostess did not ask Chunhuashan any more questions, but asked the director Zhao Jin about the father-son relationship. There was resentment and warmth.
"What you said is really good. I believe that our audience friends here have also had similar experiences. Then I heard that your film was filmed two years ago. Why are you releasing it now?"
Zhao Jin sighed, and replied to the host, "Two years ago, something happened to my family, and I temporarily put this movie on hold."
"Then I also heard that you didn't have enough funds when you made this movie, so the actors you invited were all newcomers."
Zhao Jin nodded, and continued following the host's words: "Yes, I didn't have a name at that time. Investors saw this script as a literary film, and they didn't plan to invest in it, but I didn't give up. This movie is for To commemorate my dead father, I have been preparing for this movie for many years, and I must let it appear on the big screen. In order to raise money, I sold my old house and my new car.”
"It's so touching. I believe your father will also feel gratified when he sees this "Mountain of Spring Flowers" in Tianzhiling."
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Listening to Zhao Jin on TV talking about the deep love between father and son, listening to him talking about how much hardship he has endured in order to make this movie, and listening to him talking about how to be a good father...
Fu Zhen had no expression on his face, just wondering if Zhao Jin's father would jump out of the ground and slap Zhao Jin.
The real Chunhua Mountain is actually a small rockery. In the small garden behind Fu’s house, when he was just learning how to read, he liked to name everything he saw. The name he chose for the small rockery was Chunhua .
It seems that the other party really intends to release the movie that he was blocked back then, but he doesn't know how he found the master version of his movie.
Maybe it was Tang Wanwan who helped, or maybe Fu Jianchen and the others found it from the treasure box he buried in the ground, they couldn't escape them.
Fu Zhen went back to the room and took out his computer to log on to his previous Baidu cloud account. It contained not only the master version of "Chunhua Mountain", but also some funny clips when they were filming the scene, and a short video of the actors blessing Fu Jianchen. As long as these things are released, Zhao Jin is bound to suffer a crushing defeat.
But when it will be released is also a question.
If it was in the past, Fu Zhen would never allow anyone to tarnish this gift he gave to Fu Jianchen, and would definitely expose Zhao Jin at the first time, but if it was in the past, Zhao Jin would not dare to hang this movie on himself name released.
But now, he was thinking about what to do to get the greatest possible benefit for himself.
He has gone bad.