Fu Ting drove Fu Jianchen to the base of the rented house where Fu Zhen used to live. Fu Jianchen looked up at the building in front of him. The old building was precarious in the strong wind. It collapsed at this time, and the strong winds of the previous few days blew away part of the wall, and the fallen bricks and cement piled up in a small pile on the west side, covered with a layer of plastic waste.
Fu Jianchen suddenly remembered how he looked like the last time he saw Fu Zhen here, and the bitterness spread to his heart little by little.
Perhaps it was because of the closeness to the hometown, the two of them searched downstairs for a long time without moving, until the sky gradually faded and the twilight closed, Fu Jianchen finally moved a little. He said to Fu Ting beside him, "Go up!" Bar."
But now they don't even know which floor Fu Zhen lives on. Fortunately, when Fu Ting asked his secretary to investigate Fu Zhen last time, the private detective investigated carefully enough.
Fu Ting called the secretary, and the secretary told Fu Ting on the other end of the phone: "It should be on the sixth floor. I remember the house number should be 0609."
Passing through the narrow old dim corridor, Fu Jianchen and the others stopped outside the door of 0609. In the oppressive silence, Fu Jianchen raised his hand and knocked on the door in front of him.
The person who opened the door was not Fu Zhen, but the landlord here. He came in to tidy up the room that was vacated after Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu left. He was obviously taken aback when he saw Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting outside the door, because the two Personal dress really doesn't look like you want to rent a house from them.
So the landlord naturally asked them: "Who are you looking for?"
Looking past the landlord in front of him, Fu Jianchen can clearly see all the furnishings in the messy living room. From these furnishings, he can completely guess Fu Zhen's living environment.
Fu Jianchen couldn't imagine that his former treasure had lived in such an environment for so long. Fu Jianchen didn't know that Fu Zhen's living conditions were actually worse than what he saw now. His throat seemed to have been poured into a bowl of molten iron, and even when he opened his mouth, he couldn't make any sound, and he didn't speak for a long time.
The surprise in the landlord's eyes gradually turned into impatience during their long silence. Just as he was about to close the door, Fu Ting asked, "Is Fu Zhen here?"
It turned out that these two people came to find Fu Zhen. Could it be that Fu Zhen owed them money? The landlord made some innocuous guesses, and replied: "Fu Zhen, he moved out a while ago."
Fu Ting was stunned for a moment, and quickly asked, "Where did he move?"
"How do we know?" The landlord shook his head, "He moved out with another person."
Fu Jianchen was finally able to make a sound, and he asked the landlord: "What does that person look like?"
The landlord shook his head and said based on his own impression: "He looks pretty good-looking, quite tall, with blue eyes."
It's just that Jiang Hengshu's name was not mentioned by the landlord.
Fu Ting immediately thought of the two people he saw holding hands and leaving on the streets outside the Fountain Square that day.
"I know him," Fu Ting said to Fu Jianchen, "I've seen him."
Fu Jianchen turned to look at Fu Ting and asked him, "Have you seen him?"
Fu Ting nodded. On that night, the long shadows of the two of them were almost stuck together under the street lamp.
If Fu Jianchen knew who the landlord was talking about, he would know that he had actually met him before. On the day he brought Tang Wanwan here to look for Fu Zhen, it was that man who rescued his treasure from the abyss. , Holding him and breaking free from the quagmire step by step.
The landlord felt that their conversation was a bit weird, and asked, "Who are you Fu Zhen?"
After a long silence, Fu Jianchen replied, "I am his father."
The landlord actually laughed, shook his head and said to Fu Jianchen, "It doesn't look like it."
If there is such a father as Fu Jianchen, how could that little cripple live with him for such a long time? He has seen Fu Zhenyu grinning with pain in his legs, seeing him working hard for money for medicine, seeing him fighting for money. The appearance of hiding in Tibet for life...
It's just that I haven't seen him under the wings of his father.
They always thought that Fu Zhen had no relatives. Now two well-dressed men came here, and one of them claimed to be his father. This is really ridiculous.
The landlord took a lot of effort to hold back his desire to laugh, mainly because he felt that if he laughed at this time, he might be beaten. The two big men on the other side seemed to be exercising regularly. The body will definitely not be the opponent of the opponent.
The landlord thought that the two people's questions were almost over, and it was time to leave, but Fu Jianchen suddenly asked, "Can I see the house he lived in before?"
There was nothing shady about that house. The landlord took the key and led them to the room where Fu Zhen lived, unscrewed the lock on the door, opened the door and said to Fu Jianchen, "He lives here. "
Fu Jianchen walked in, and the room in front of him was small, less than ten square meters in size, with a single bed against the wall, and no other furniture. This room is really too small, not only is it difficult to turn around, but even the air used for breathing becomes scarce.
It's hard to imagine that he has been curled up in such a small, cramped room for nearly two years.
Coming out of this old building, the wind and snow hit head-on, and there was endless crying inside. Fu Jianchen looked up at the deep sky above his head. After a long, long time, he lowered his head and said He said two words, "Look for him."
From this moment to the day he saw Fu Zhen, he never made any sound from his throat.
…
The battle for the director of "Mountain of Spring" had come to an end on the night of Qian Mo's interview, but at the same time, the film was also facing a crisis of being released soon.
Fu Zhen doesn't really care too much, now that "Chunhua Mountain" earns enough box office for him to do many things, such as restarting the Shazhou Chronicle, and if there is enough money left, he still wants to make a low-cost documentary. Heng Shu said that he could help himself, but Fu Zhen felt that if possible, he still hoped that these problems could be solved by himself.
Because he was going to see Jiang Hengshu's mother tomorrow, Fu Zhenxin was really nervous. He insisted on pestering Jiang Hengshu to go out together in the evening to buy a gift for Mrs. Jiang. He didn't have much money on hand. Jiang Hengshu helped him mend a little before he bought the hand-embroidered silk shawl.
Fu Zhen couldn't sleep with staring eyes in the middle of the night, and asked Jiang Hengshu beside him, "Will your mother really like me?"
"Yes, don't worry," Jiang Hengshu patted Fu Zhen on the back, soothing his anxious and nervous mood, "It's late, it's time to sleep."
This time, before Fu Zhen could speak, Jiang Hengshu took the initiative, "You are so nice, how could you not like you?"
He kissed the center of Fu Zhen's eyebrows, and threatened him softly in his ear, "If you don't sleep, I'll go to sleep in the study."
Fu Zhen rubbed affectionately on Jiang Hengshu's chin with a little blue stubble.
He whispered to Jiang Hengshu, "Good night."
Jiang Hengshu held Fu Zhen in his arms, "Good night, baby."
…
The next morning, Fu Zhen got up early from the bed, wearing a white sweater, a gray slim jacket, and black straight-leg pants. Fu Zhen was not very old, so he dressed like this Some are like college students on campus.
He stood in the full-length mirror and looked at it for a long time, and finally he still couldn't decide whether to wear this outfit, so he asked Jiang Hengshu who was sitting quietly watching him, "Is it okay for me to wear it like this?"
"There is a problem." Jiang Hengshu said mercilessly.
Fu Zhen stared at Jiang Hengshu with bulging eyes, waiting for Jiang Hengshu to tell what the problem was.
Jiang Hengshu got up and walked to the closet, picked out a black coat, and handed it to Fu Zhen: "It's too little, it will be cold when I go out later."
Fu Zhen didn't reach out to pick it up, but blinked his big eyes and looked at Jiang Hengshu pitifully, as if he wanted to bargain with Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu only said one sentence to Fu Zhen: "My mother doesn't like ugly children."
Fu Zhen: "..."
What can Fu Zhen do? He could only take the overcoat Jiang Hengshu handed over and put it on.
When closing the closet door, Jiang Hengshu found that Fu Zhen was still a little short of clothes, and he had to take him out to buy some more when he had time.
Jiang Hengshu took Fu Zhen to Jiang's house by car, bypassed the winding road, and finally arrived at the villa standing in the middle of the mountain. When he got out of the car, the cold wind howled. Fu Zhen couldn't help but sneezed. Holding him close, Jiang Hengshu didn't laugh at him when he saw his appearance, but just hugged him in his arms.
The old housekeeper had already been waiting outside the door for a long time, and was slightly startled when he saw Fu Zhen in Jiang Hengshu's arms. Last night, his wife said that Jiang Hengshu would come back with his partner today. The old housekeeper never expected Jiang Hengshu would bring back a boy, and he suddenly remembered Mrs. Jiang's sad face when Jiang Hengshu left last time.
However, when he saw them coming towards him, the old housekeeper still greeted them with a smile: "Are you back?", and helped them open the door of the villa.
Jiang Hengshu nodded, and walked into the villa with Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen soon saw Jiang Hengshu's mother. Mrs. Jiang was standing at the door of the living room with a smile, welcoming them. She was nearly fifty years old, but she was well maintained. There were almost no fine lines around her eyes. The green cheongsam exudes a very comfortable temperament. Fu Zhen bent down and bowed: "Hello, Mrs. Jiang, I am Fu Zhen", and then handed over the gift in his hand.
"It's good to come, what gifts do you bring?" Mrs. Jiang said with a smile.
During the period when Fu Zhen was not here, she had thought countless times what the lover brought back by his son would look like. Hearing Jiang Hengshu say that he was a hermaphrodite, she had thought that this child might look like a woman Fu Zhen looks like a very normal boy on the outside, with exquisite and well-behaved facial features, which unexpectedly matches his tall son.