Chapter 20: (Three thousand comments plus more)

Liu Han snorted coldly, and Fu Zhen didn't seem to be scared like this.
Does Fu Jianchen really don't care about this little son, or that he is now acting, hoping that he can relax his vigilance, and it is best to let him go directly after seeing that Fu Zhen is worthless.
Liu Han sneered in his heart. If Fu Jianchen really thought so, then he would have looked down upon himself too much. Even if they could not get 80 million, he would definitely not make Fu Zhen feel better.
A night was quickly passed in peace, but this kind of peace was not a good thing for Fu Zhen and the Liu family brothers. Nothing happened to the Fu family did not care if Fu Zhen was really kidnapped.
The next morning, the warm morning light came in through the glass window on the east side of the tin house. There was a black green on the corner of Fu’s mouth, which Liu Han left on his face last night. He raised his head and looked out the window. , There is a dense brown bush, endless, the sun falls on it, under the gray sky with haze, it seems to be covered with gold dust.
Fu Zhen watched for a long time, until Liu Han and Liu Wen entered the room again. He withdrew his gaze, dropped his head casually, and looked to the ground.
Liu Han walked in front of Fu Zhen and kicked his calf. Fu Zhen raised his head. His face was haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were pale, and there was almost no blood on his face. Liu Han made a cut. , Turned around and sat on the table, lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.
Liu Wen leaned against the wall. After playing with the phone for a while, he raised his head and asked his brother, "Have you contacted Fu Ting?"
"Associated with a fart, these people are all black," Liu Han jumped off the table and cursed, "I just saw Fu Ting on TV. This is in the mood to develop cloth for his sister. Yes, I don’t have time to save my own brother, so don’t count on him."
"What kind of press conference?" Liu Wen couldn't believe that Fu Ting was still in the mood to develop a conference for Tang Wanwan at this time.
Liu Han sneered, "Didn't Tang Wanwan fall yesterday?"
"Just hold a press conference for this?"
Liu Han shook his head and did not answer Liu Wen's question. He walked slowly to Fu Zhen, bent down, and asked, "What do you think of this matter?"
Fu Zhen hadn't drank water for a day or two nights. His lips were very dry and a little chapped. Hearing Liu Han's question, he raised his head, thought for a while, and shook his head: "Nothing to say."
His voice is very soft, if you don't listen carefully, there is almost no way to hear what he just said.
"Fucked stuff!" Liu Han slapped Fu Zhen on the head.
Fu Zhen's head was beaten to one side, and it took a long time to turn back slightly.
Liu Wen glanced at the entertainment news on his phone. He didn't know why he was a little worried. He asked his brother, "They won't find it here, right?"
"What about it? I hope they can find it," Liu Han said. If Fu Jianchen is willing to investigate this matter, at least it means that Fu Zhen still has a bit of status in his heart. The most feared thing is that he doesn't care at all. They are nothing but bamboo baskets.
Liu Wen was still uneasy. It was the first time that he followed Liu Han to do this kind of thing. He still had no confidence in his heart. Liu Han saw his worries and sneered: "What are you afraid of? We will die here together now. What life is there in the ghost days of hiding in Tibet!"
Liu Wen pursed his lips and said nothing. In fact, as long as he was with Liu Han, he could endure any kind of life, but since Liu Han chose to go this way to the dark, he would not abandon him.
Another day passed. Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting still had no news. The phone numbers that the Liu brothers had called before were all blocked by them, which shows that Fu Jianchen and the others really don't care about Fu's life or death.
Fu Zhen hadn't eaten for two days. His hair was messy, his face was gray, and there was no brilliance in his eyes, which was very ugly.
"Damn, Fu Jianchen, this old man is really hard-hearted," Liu Han came over and grabbed Fu Zhen's chin and forced him to raise his head. Liu Han looked down at the fragile young man in front of him and asked him. "Are you really his biological son?"
Fu Zhen thought for a while and replied in a hoarse voice: "Who knows?"
Liu Han had suppressed the huge anger in the past two days. Now that he heard Fu Zhen's words, he felt that he was taunting himself. The gunpowder barrel in his mind was lit at this moment, and with a bang, he faced Fu Zhen's body. The chair underneath kicked violently, the chair shook, and almost fell to the ground with Fu Zhen.
He smashed his fist towards Fu Zhen's face. Fu Zhen was tied to a chair and had no way to escape. He let out a muffled snort, and the corner of Wu Qing's mouth quickly oozes a ray of bright red, his face pale and shocking.
Liu Han was fierce and vicious, his fists slammed on the table and chairs, and Liu Wen was also frightened by Liu Han's momentum. He was afraid that Liu Han would beat Fu Zhen to death in this way, so he hurried forward to hold Liu Han: "Forget it, brother, you calm down, if you can't make money, let's think of other ways. Don't kill people."
Liu Han took his hand out of breath and glared at Fu Zhen. He must not be able to send Fu Zhen back so painlessly. He didn't want to kill in front of Liu Wen, Liu Han's mind As soon as he moved, he said to Liu Wen: "Let's go!"
"Just leave?" Liu Wen couldn't accept the contrast of his brother for a while.
"If you don't leave, stay here with him?"
Liu Wen was silent, and followed Liu Han to the outside of the Tin House. Fu Zhen was a little confused by Liu Han's punch just now. He drooped his head and sat on a chair with the sun shining on him, like Christians who are suffering.
When Liu Han walked to the door, he suddenly stopped. He took out his phone and turned around to take a photo of Fu Zhen, and then sent the photo to Fu Jianchen’s phone. As for when Fu Jianchen would see this photo, What kind of expression will he use again, that has nothing to do with him.
Fu Zhen will stay here forever. Whether he can survive or not depends on whether Fu Jianchen and the others are willing to rescue him.
He wouldn't kill. If Fu Zhen really died, then he would have died in the indifference of Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting.
Liu Han chuckled and drove Liu Wen out of the woods with him.
The sky outside gradually darkened, the sun had already set on the top of the mountain to the west, Liu Han and others never appeared in front of Fu Zhen again.
This is the fourth day that Fu Zhen was kidnapped. During this period of time, he has not touched any water or eaten a grain of rice. He feels hypoxia and his eyelids are getting heavier. Now he just wants to close his eyes and sleep well. Yes, but he also knows that he can't sleep. I'm afraid he will never wake up from this sleep.
Fu Zhen understands Liu Han's intentions. He just wants to trap himself here. He has no relatives and no reason. Even if he disappears, no one will come to him. He just doesn't know how soon his bones will be discovered.
Knowing that there would be such a difficulty long ago, he should write a will in advance and leave all his little savings to Jiang Hengshu.
Fu Zhen sighed silently. He was really tired. There was a chaos in his mind. There were only a few fuzzy figures inside. However, he was quickly swallowed by the white mist. His eyelids gradually drooped and plunged into darkness.
...
Fu Zhen was awakened by a loud knock on the door. He didn’t know how long he had been asleep. He lifted his heavy eyelids and looked in the direction of the door. Liu Han has the key to this tin house, so he should be outside. It wouldn't be him. Fu Zhen opened his mouth to ask for help, but his voice was too small, like a mosquito.
Fu Zhen bit his lip vigorously to make himself more awake. He opened his mouth and let out a hysterical sound. The volume was still low, like a trapped beast in the empty tin room.
But fortunately, the people outside never gave up. The iron door finally fell down with a bang. A tall figure stood at the door, moonlight pouring down on him, and behind him was a place of shining stars.
The breeze was blowing slowly, and the winter ice and snow turned into blooming flowers all over the place at this moment.
Fu Zhen thought he had hallucinations.
That is……
Jiang Hengshu.
"You... why are you here?" Fu Zhen's voice was very hoarse, and his voice was torn when speaking. With the pain, his voice was too small and too small, I wonder if Jiang Hengshu could hear it.
Jiang Hengshu walked towards Fu Zhen in silence, squatted down in front of Fu Zhen, and then untied the rope from Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen stared blankly at all this in front of him. He seemed to be dreaming. He was afraid that when he woke up, Jiang Hengshu would disappear. He didn't know what he could do to keep him.
Tears seemed to be falling beads, one after another rolling down from his eyes, dripping on the back of Jiang Hengshu's hand, Jiang Hengshu seemed to feel something, raised his head, and collided with Fu Zhen's eyes.
Jiang Hengshu seemed to sigh lightly. He raised his hand to carefully dry the tears on Fu Zhen's face, stood up and said to him, "Let's go."
Fu Zhen said in a low voice, except that he had a leg injury. He had been frozen in the tin room for the past two days and was unable to walk at all. Fu Zhen raised his head and looked at Jiang Hengshu, his eyes covered with water, watching It looks very pitiful.
"Can't leave?" Jiang Hengshu asked him.
Fu Zhen nodded.
"I'll carry you." Jiang Hengshu turned his back to Fu Zhen, squatting down in front of him.
The back in front of him was broad and warm, Fu Zhen lay on it, his head leaning on Jiang Hengshu's shoulder, his eyelids quickly drooped, and he began to feel sleepy.
Jiang Hengshu took out a small bottle of mint candy from his pocket and delivered it to Fu Zhen's hand: "Don't sleep, you eat lump candy first."
He walked out of the blue tin house with Fu Zhen on his back, and his car was on the small road not far away.
Under the cold moonlight, the shadows of Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhen were intertwined, like a twin tree born from ancient times, inseparable.
The evening breeze blew the branches and made a rustling noise. Fu Zhen felt better after eating the candy. He couldn't help calling Jiang Hengshu: "Jiang Hengshu?"
Jiang Hengshu gave a hum and said nothing else.
"Jiang Hengshu..."
"What's the matter?" Jiang Hengshu asked.
Fu Zhen's arms around Jiang Hengshu tightened slightly, and his breath fell on Jiang Hengshu's neck.
Moonlit night, withered pine, small house... everything is so beautiful, like a dream. There is a word in his heart that he wants to tell him.
I like you……
But in the end, Fu Zhen didn't say this sentence.
"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight," he said.
The author has something to say: I originally wanted to contact the editor to remove the sweet text label, but the editor said that the label can only be changed if it is not on the list. I am very sorry because the sweethearts who came in because of sweet text, probably my understanding of sweet text appeared A little deviation, I felt that there was no misunderstanding about the relationship between the attack and the receiver, and the later development was relatively sweet. It should be considered a sweet article, but it seems that the little cuties are not acceptable.
I'm sorry again, but I promise with my deposit box that the later stage is really sweet.