Chapter 13:

Fu Zhen didn't know that the person who came to buy the copyright of "Shazhou Chronicle" from him was sent by Fu Ting, let alone that Fu Ting planned to come personally after his assistant failed to buy the copyright.
After noon, the sky became gloomy, and the gust of wind swept the smoke and dust on the ground, whizzing past his ears, and rushing to the sky to the south. Fu Zhen's legs became more painful and unbearable in such weather.
Pushing a trolley, he was busy on the construction site with many workers, wondering whether to ask the foreman to go home and draw pictures.
When Fu Zhen was hesitating, the foreman suddenly walked out of the guard and called him: "Fu Zhen, someone is looking for you."
Fu Zhen was stunned for a moment, a little hesitant, he couldn't think of anyone coming to look for him at this time, he had no relatives, no friends.
Who will be waiting for him outside the construction site now?
He pushed the cart aside and put it aside, dragging his painful left leg and slowly moving it towards the door.
The foreman looked at Fu Zhen's speed comparable to a snail, and added: "Ten minutes to you, go and get back quickly."
Fu Zhen replied, enduring the pain and quickened his pace.
Fu Ting did not expect that what he saw would be such a scene. In his memory, the arrogant and expensive brother who was always dressed neatly was now wearing blue overalls covered with dust, his face was covered with dust, he His back was a little rickety, and he walked wobbly.
He had already seen the photos of Fu Zhen on the construction site, but at that time he always felt that it was a little unreal. It was not like what the young master Fu Zhen could do. Until now, he saw this scene with his own eyes.
Fu Zhen didn't expect that the person looking for him would be Fu Ting. His footsteps suddenly stopped, and he turned to leave. Fu Ting stopped him behind him: "I have something to tell you."
Fu Zhen felt that he had nothing to say about Fu Ting. His back gradually straightened and became stiff. He never wanted to look back and see Fu Ting again.
He couldn't think of what Fu Ting came to find for him. He was thinking of the past two years ago. He felt that he was too kind to him at that time, and now he wants to give Tang Wanwan another breath?
Fu Ting said coldly: "If you want to stay here tomorrow, you'd better stay now."
Fu Zhen: "..."
He turned his head, fixedly looking at Fu Ting opposite to him, a hole in his heart broke, and the north wind whizzed past from there.
The last time he saw Fu Ting outside the bar, he thought he could put it down completely, but today he saw Fu Ting again and realized that the photo was deleted from the phone album, which does not mean that this person has completely disappeared from his life. Thinking of them or seeing them is like cutting meat with a blunt knife. He doesn't know when this piece of meat will fall off. It's just that the process of cutting meat always pulls the skin and connects the tendons, making flesh and blood. Blurred and dripping with blood.
He said to Fu Ting, "I still have to work, so let's talk about anything when I get off work."
Fu Ting didn't care about Fu Zhen's response and said, "My time is limited."
Fu Zhen laughed bitterly, his expression a little bleak, he asked Fu Ting: "Then Mr. Fu, please pay me half-day wages, fifty."
Fu Ting looked at Fu Zhen, Fu Zhen's expression was very calm, and there was no joking in his eyes. Fu Ting frowned, probably not expecting such a tacky words from Fu Zhen's mouth.
He should have taken a hundred yuan bill directly from his wallet and threw it on Fu Zhen, or he sneered and said a few sarcasm.
However, he couldn't do anything now. He saw his own figure in the eyes of Fu Zhen on the opposite side. He looked like a monster with teeth and claws. Fu Ting only felt that a basin of ice water was poured on his head, making him cold. In the bones, the blood of the whole body solidified at this moment.
After a long time, he said: "I'll go to you tonight."
After speaking, he took a deep look at Fu Zhen, then turned and drove away.
The leaving figure of Fu Ting was a little embarrassed. Fu Zhen ignored Fu Ting's abnormality. He didn't want to think about what was thinking in Fu Ting's mind, nor did he want to know what he was looking for. He just hoped that he would never see him. Him.
But after all, he failed to do what he wanted. When he came home from get off work in the evening, he met Fu Ting again downstairs. As he said in the afternoon, he came to find himself.
Fu Zhen leaned against the earth wall behind his back, and his left leg felt better. Fu Ting, who was standing opposite him, did not speak, like a piece of wood. Fu Zhen was still anxious to go back and draw the picture, so he could only ask him: "What is the matter with Mr. Fu?"
Fu Ting said: "I want to buy the film and television rights of Shazhou Chronicle."
It turned out that it was for this. Fu Zhen remembered that someone wanted to buy this from himself a few days ago, but he refused. It seems that that person should have been sent by Fu Ting.
Why did he want to buy the copyright of the Shazhou Chronicle on a whim? The Fu family is not an entertainment company. Fu Zhen understands after a little thought. Although the Fu family does not open an entertainment company, there is a baby girl in the entertainment industry. Fuck, most of the copyrights of Shazhou Chronicle were bought and given to Tang Wanwan.
Fu Zhen rejected Fu Ting in one mouth: "I don't sell."
Fu Ting looked at Fu Zhen in front of him, his face was so gloomy that it was about to drip. He took a step forward, and Fu Zhen was startled, his left leg was not stable, he took a breath, and he didn't even cry out pain. .
Fu Ting lowered his head and looked at Fu Zhen's left leg. After a while, he said: "...your leg?"
Fu Zhen's expression was a little vacant. After a while, he raised his head and looked at Fu Ting with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. He spoke softly and asked Fu Ting: "Mr. Fu is now trying to threaten me and take my other Did your leg break?"
After Fu Zhen said these words, he lowered his head again, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow. No one knew what he was thinking at this time.
Fu Ting was stunned. He didn't mean that just now. He just... just wanted to ask how his legs are now.
He didn't bother to explain to Fu Zhen, and said to Fu Zhen in a nonchalant tone of talking about official business: "The Shazhou Chronicle studio was built by my father and I. The soundtrack of the Shazhou Chronicle's post-dubbing is also the person I helped you find. Without our Shazhou Chronicle, it would be impossible to broadcast. You said, how many percent of your studio's shares should be held by my father and I."
Fu Zhen raised his head abruptly and looked straight at Fu Ting who was opposite him. His black eyes seemed to be an abyss, sucking Fu Ting's soul in.
Fu Ting's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. He opened his lips, but before he could speak, he heard Fu Zhen say to himself: "Okay, I'll sell it to you."
His tone was relaxed, and he couldn't hear the embarrassment at all. Fu Ting simply wanted to doubt whether Fu Zhen's refusal just now was asking him to refuse and set the price.
"The copyright of the Shazhou Chronicle can be given to you," Fu Zhen repeated, "I have two requirements."
Fu Ting didn't like the appearance of Fu Zhen very much. He said indifferently: "You don't want to be too tight."
"First, I hope you, and Fu... Mr. Fu Jianchen, don't bother me anymore," Fu Zhen paused slightly, and then added to Fu Ting, "Even if we meet on the road, we will treat each other Treat it as a stranger."
This request is not excessive, and even fits Fu Ting's mind. If it wasn't for Wanwan to want the film and television rights of Shazhou Chronicle, he would not want to see Fu Zhen. Fu Ting nodded without hesitation: "Okay." "
Fu Zhen also nodded and continued: "Secondly, I will not update the Shazhou Chronicle in the future. You can make up the next story as you like. Don't ask me again."
Fu Zhen's tone was gradually lowered, and there was a hint of relief in it.
"Yes." Fu Ting nodded. The Shazhou Chronicle was not completely completed by Fu Zhen alone. He could find other people working in the studio to complete the rest of the Shazhou Chronicle.
Fu Zhen raised his hand and made a high five to Fu Ting.
Winter nights always come earlier, and the sky will darken unknowingly. Under the twilight and the dim street lights, Fu Ting has a lot of cocoons in Fu Zhen's palm that he has never seen before.
He was in a daze, vaguely remembering that in the past, every time he made a promise with Fu Zhen, he would give a high-five. This was what he learned from cartoons. At that time, he was still young, not the age of school. All day long, either watching cartoons on the sofa holding a teddy bear den, or playing a ball in the small garden behind the villa.
By the time Fu Ting recovered, Fu Zhen had already retracted his hand. He laughed, with a hint of irony in his laughter: "Forget it, what do you do with high-five now? When will Mr. Fu draw up the contract? Let me sign."
"Good." Fu Ting said.
Fu Zhen turned around and walked into the corridor. The sound-controlled lights in the corridor were broken a lot, and his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.
Fu Ting stood there for a long time, darkness and cold wafting around him like ghosts. For a while, what Fu Zhen said to him was in his mind, and for a while, Tang Wanwan coquettishly called his brother, Fu. Ting turned around, got in the car, and left this place.
Fu Zhen went up the stairs, and pictures of getting along with Fu Ting and Fu Jianchen when he was a kid flashed in his mind... Dad called his nickname, opened his arms and hugged him up from the lawn. My brother saw from the side The workbook that was wet by him, pretending to be very angry, walked over and raised his hand as if to spank him, he cried out, hugged his father's neck tightly, and determined not to let go.
He thought he would not cry anymore, but tears rushed out of his eyes involuntarily, and the lights in the corridor were dim. He staggered a step, fell directly on the corner of the stairs, and couldn't get up again.