Fu Zhen opened the door and got out of the car, looking at the Jiang family not far away, and Steward Wang, still in a tuxedo and white gloves, standing aside.
Fu Zhen straightened his back subconsciously, waiting for Jiang Hengshu to come over, and walked towards Mr. Jiang and the others together.
It stands to reason that this is the first time Jiang Hengshu brought his wife home for the New Year, which is something to be happy about, but seeing two men walking together, it feels a bit strange no matter how you look at it.
Mr. Jiang muttered a few words in his heart, but he didn't show anything on the surface. With a decent smile on his face, he said to Jiang Hengshu and the others: "Let's go into the house."
Jiang Hengshu held Fu Zhen's hand, Fu Zhen turned his head to look at him, and then held his hand instead.
Fu Zhen has seen Mr. Jiang and Mr. Jiang on TV many times. As Jiang Hengshu said, Mr. Jiang is indeed fatter than before. Mrs. Jiang is wearing a rose red cheongsam today, with her hair tied The back of the head looks younger than the last time I saw it. Mr. Jiang, on the other hand, was dressed in a dark blue Tang suit, holding a cane in his hand, and looked radiant. He didn't look like he was in his seventies at all.
After entering the villa, after a few people sat down on the sofa, you looked at me, I looked at you, and I didn’t know how to speak. Mr. Jiang looked at Fu Zhen who was sitting next to his grandson. It seemed that the two of them really had a relationship. A good match, but it would be even better if it was a girl.
Although they were not satisfied that Jiang Hengshu brought a boy home, they would not blame other people's children. Jiang Hengshu chose a man, which was his own problem. They would not blame Fu for this matter. Really.
So even though a stick was prepared for Jiang Hengshu, the members of the Jiang family all smiled when they treated Fu Zhen.
And this young man is indeed very likable, but if he is not Jiang Hengshu's object, Mr. Jiang feels that he will appreciate him more, but the fact is already like this, and no one can change it.
Thinking about it from another angle, their family is equivalent to having two children, which looks pretty good.
The servants served some snacks and fruits. Mr. Jiang got up from the sofa, glanced at Jiang Hengshu, and said to him, "Hengshu, come to my study."
Jiang Hengshu smiled at Fu Zhen, and followed Mr. Jiang along the stairs to the study on the second floor. Mr. Jiang sat down behind the desk. He looked at Jiang Hengshu and asked him, "Are you on the phone?" Li told me that he was pregnant, what happened?"
Mr. Jiang has never heard of a man being able to conceive. This is equivalent to a rooster laying eggs. After he hung up with Jiang Hengshu yesterday, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was not right. Jiang Hengshu It's not because he can promise him to be with a man, to deceive himself on purpose.
Jiang Hengshu understood what Mr. Jiang was thinking in an instant, and he told Mr. Jiang about the physical differences between Fu Zhen and Mr. Jiang.
Old Mr. Jiang was silent for a while, probably thinking about the authenticity of what Jiang Hengshu said, and asked Jiang Hengshu, "Is she really pregnant?"
Jiang Hengshu nodded.
Mr. Jiang sighed softly. Even without this child, he would eventually agree to Jiang Hengshu to be with that boy in the end, but his mood would be better this way. He raised his head and said to Jiang Hengshu: "You Grandma still left some things and asked me to give them to you, but since you have decided to be with a boy now, you probably don’t need them anymore, you should keep them and pass them on to the next generation.”
In the living room downstairs, Fu Zhen was sitting upright on the sofa. Mr. Jiang looked at the boy in front of him. This boy was a little different from what he imagined. He looked a few years younger than Jiang Hengshu. He always thought that the partner Jiang Hengshu would find would be a rough man who worked as a mercenary abroad like him, or someone who looked more seductive and somewhat feminine. He even considered that Jiang Hengshu would keep that partner with him all the time Wang Tong, who was beside him with dyed yellow hair, was brought back.
Fortunately, what he brought back today was not Wang Tong.
Fu Zhen looks very well-behaved. He doesn't have any unruliness similar to Jiang Hengshu, and he doesn't have any femininity. From what he has seen so far, Mr. Jiang is still quite satisfied with Fu Zhen. He asked Fu Zhen :"What are you doing?"
Fu Zhen replied honestly, "I took some orders online and drew."
Mr. Jiang nodded, and then asked Fu Zhen, "Are you planning to keep painting from now on?"
Fu Zhen shook his head, and said to Mr. Jiang: "I used to do animation, and after the Chinese New Year, I plan to do this again."
It's not a long-term solution to keep receiving manuscripts online. Although the Jiang family is rich and not short of a freelancer, a man should still have his own career. Mr. Jiang is quite satisfied with Fu Zhen's future career plan. He smiled and said to Fu Zhen: "If you need anything, just tell Hengshu."
Fu Zhen nodded.
Not long after, Mr. Jiang and Jiang Hengshu came down from the study upstairs, holding a jewelry box made of camphor wood in his hand.
Mr. Jiang waved in the direction of Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen stood up from the sofa and walked towards Mr. Jiang. Mr. Jiang handed the box in front of Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen took the box, a little at a loss. He looked at Mr. Jiang, and then at Jiang Hengshu who was following Mr. Jiang. Mr. Jiang smiled very kindly. He said to Fu Zhen: "Open it and see look."
Fu Zhen opened the box in front of Mr. Jiang, and there was a pair of jade bracelets in the box. Mr. Jiang explained: "This is left by Hengshu's grandma, who told me to give it to Hengshu's future daughter-in-law. Since Hengshu has recognized you, I will give it to you."
It is inappropriate for Fu Zhen to wear a pair of jade bracelets on his wrists, but this pair of jade bracelets not only represents Mr. Jiang's heart, but also an acknowledgment that the Jiang family has completely acknowledged his relationship with Jiang Hengshu.
"thank you."
Mr. Jiang smiled at Fu Zhen, raised his hand and patted Fu Zhen's shoulder twice, and said to him, "I asked Grandma Hengshu a few days ago, she likes you very much."
Fu Zhen didn't know what to say, so he could only hug the box with both hands, and bowed slightly to Mr. Jiang.
On the night of New Year's Eve, all the houses were lit up, and Jiang's house was bustling. Fu Zhen, Mrs. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, and Mr. Jiang had a mahjong table together, leaving Jiang Hengshu and Steward Wang in the nearby kitchen. Make dumplings and prepare dinner.
Fu Zhen hasn't had a good New Year for two years. He has been playing mahjong well, and he was lucky tonight. In less than two hours, he won nearly 500 yuan.
The aroma of the food wafted out from the kitchen. After the game, Mrs. Jiang said, "Okay, Hengshu and the others should finish their work, tidy up and prepare to eat."
"Go ahead and call after dinner," Mr. Jiang added.
Just as Fu Zhen nodded, Jiang Heng ran out of the kitchen at some point, stood behind Fu Zhen, put his palm on his shoulder, and rejected Mr. Jiang's invitation: "No, he has to go to bed early."
Old Mr. Jiang was in high spirits. He raised his eyebrows and glared at Jiang Hengshu: "You are quite strict, grandpa. You can play more today."
Jiang Hengshu took a step back and said to Fu Zhen, "No more than twelve o'clock."
Mr. Jiang was still not satisfied with the result, and was about to chat with Jiang Hengshu, when Jiang Hengshu looked up at him and said to him: "And grandpa, you have to go to bed early, you can't stay too late. Night."
Mr. Jiang lost his temper.
Fu Zhen's cell phone rang at this time. Fu Zhen glanced at the number on the screen, and said sorry to the elders on the mahjong table: "I'll answer the phone."
"Happy New Year, Xiaozhen." Fu Zhen went to the end of a corridor in the north of the villa, and after pressing the connect button, Fu Jianchen's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Happy New Year." Fu Zhen replied indifferently.
Before making the call, Fu Jianchen thought for a long time about what to say to Fu Zhen. He wanted to tell him that he had prepared lucky money for him, that his room had been cleaned up, and that there would be no more Tang Wanwan. Let him go home, but now in Fu Zhen's cold tone, he can't say anything.
After a while, he asked Fu Zhen, "Where are you now?"
How many nights he wandered in the city without asking where he was? And now what is the point of asking this sentence
Fu Zhen was silent and didn't respond.
"The dumplings are ready, come and eat." Jiang Hengshu came over and said to Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen turned his head and smiled at Jiang Hengshu, then hung up the phone.
Fu Jianchen naturally also heard Jiang Hengshu's words, he knew that Fu Zhen was celebrating the New Year with that man at this time.
Fu Ting came over and saw Fu Jianchen staring at his mobile phone in a daze, and asked him softly: "How is it?"
Fu Jianchen shook his head and did not speak. From the day he woke up on January 23, he realized that they and Fu Zhen would never be able to return to the past, but this was his most beloved child.
He always hoped so much that time could turn back and return to a time when everything hadn't happened, and he promised that he would not make him sad again.
However, even if you have hundreds of millions of wealth, you can't buy an opportunity to do it again.
Not long after, Tang Wanwan called. Fu Jianchen leaned back on the sofa and put the phone on speakerphone. Tang Wanwan's cheerful voice came from the phone instantly, "Happy New Year, Dad."
Fu Jianchen didn't speak, Tang Wanwan asked: "Dad, are you listening?"
"Is the signal bad? I can't hear your voice here."
Fu Jianchen's finger landed on the red on-hook button, and Tang Wanwan on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, and then said: "Dad, I still want to shoot the Shazhou Chronicle, can you help me tell Fu Zhen that I want The copyright of the Shazhou Chronicle."
Fu Jianchen's movements paused, and his voice finally rang through the phone. He asked Tang Wanwan on the other end of the phone: "Tang Wanwan, did Fu Zhen really do what happened to the crew back then?"
Tang Wanwan was taken aback for a moment, feeling inexplicably panicked in her heart, she asked Fu Jianchen, "What's wrong with you, Dad?"
Fu Jianchen didn't answer, Tang Wanwan said eagerly: "Does Dad regret driving Brother Fu Zhen out of the Fu family back then? If that's the case, Dad can take Brother Fu Zhen back. Why bother to insult Fu Zhen by saying such things? I?"
Before Fu Jianchen could speak, Tang Wanwan took the initiative to end the call.
This is the bleakest year the Fu family has lived in these years. There is no atmosphere of New Year's Eve, and the living room is deserted. In just a few days, Fu Jianchen became very thin and had more white hair on his head. many.
Fu Zhen really wouldn't go back to Fu's house again. Fu Jianchen went upstairs, opened the door and entered Fu Zhen's former room. There was no trace of popularity in the room. He left and never came back.
On New Year's Eve, when his family was reunited, Fu Jianchen drove alone to the neighborhood where he saw Fu Zhen last time. He didn't know which floor Fu Zhen lived on, so he just parked the car downstairs and looked up. Looking at the lit windows, he thought that one of these lit windows always belonged to Fu Zhen.
Not really.
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