Chapter 23: (Four thousand comments plus more)

Fu Zhen held his head with his fists, tilted his head and looked at the screen of the phone. His fingers slid back and forth. The director's huge body blocked most of the screenshots behind him. The movie has not yet been released. The content is also vague, and he can't fully guarantee that this is the one he made back then.
It's ridiculous to say that Fu Zhen made a film about family love. It was originally a Father's Day gift he gave to Fu Jianchen, but was later banned by his father. This movie never had a chance to appear.
Fu Zhen turned off the phone and continued with the unfinished portrait. He still occasionally flashed a few sporadic pictures about the movie and the Shazhou Chronicle.
He really doesn’t have much abilities now, but he won’t let people be bullied for this purpose. If the movie is always in the memory box, he has nothing to say. If it is released by another person’s name, he has a way. Able to ruin the opponent.
He and Fu Jianchen, and Fu Ting really have nothing to say, but they don't want their efforts to be ruined.
Fu Zhen put down the paintbrush in his hand and looked at the portrait he drew on the computer screen. A smile appeared on the corner of his lips, with a hint of bitterness in his smile. He seemed to find himself smiling in his reflection on the screen. Not good-looking, he moved his lips and put away the smile on his face.
After the portrait was drawn, Fu Zhen rubbed his fingers and began to draw a draft of the illustration.
Jiang Hengshu, as usual, did not return from the construction site until the sky was dark. Instead of returning to his room as usual, he raised his hand and knocked on Fu Zhen's door. After Fu Zhen opened the door, he saw Jiang standing at the door. Hengshu was taken aback.
Before Jiang Hengshu was hiding from him, but after he was rescued, Jiang Hengshu's attitude towards him has returned to the way it was before. No, it seems to be better than before.
Jiang Hengshu took out an envelope from his pocket: "This is the monthly salary that the foreman settled for you. You can count it and see if there is any shortage."
Fu Zhen took it, opened the envelope in front of Jiang Hengshu, and swiftly repeated it. The total amount was 18, which was 40 yuan more than what was recorded in his account.
Fu Zhen remembered that he was caught when he was going to wash the wound. The foreman deducted his wages for a long time. According to the foreman’s stingy character, the forty dollars should not be given to himself, but maybe the foreman was in the process of calculating the accounts. Forget it, maybe it was because I heard that I was kidnapped and felt sorry for myself. It was only forty yuan. Fu Zhen didn't think too much. He accepted the money and said thank you to Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu nodded, pursing his lips and did not speak. Fu Zhen was right. The foreman was indeed stingy, and the money was naturally supplied to Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen threw the money and envelope on the bed. He originally thought about choosing a gift for Jiang Hengshu at Christmas to thank him for his care some time ago, but Christmas has already passed, and it was Jiang Hengshu at that time. When Hengshu was the most indifferent to himself, the gift he chose was still in the drawer and could not be sent out. Jiang Hengshu saved himself again yesterday. How can he repay him?
According to those cheesy old movies, life-saving grace should be promised, but Jiang Hengshu would not like him to repay his kindness in this way.
It happened that he got his salary today, Fu Zhen thought about it, and he asked Jiang Hengshu: "Do you have time tomorrow night?"
"What's the matter?" Jiang Hengshu asked.
Fu Zhen raised his head and said to Jiang Hengshu: "I want to treat you to a meal."
Jiang Hengshu, Fu Zhen's light-colored lips, his figure reflected in his black eyes, he nodded in a ghostly manner: "Okay."
Jiang Hengshu regretted it after he had come down. In fact, he didn't have a lot of free time. Although the disappearance case on the construction site was about to have a result, his mother was always urging him to go home recently.
Fu Zhen laughed at this moment. His eyebrows were vivid and bright, and the whole person exuded a pleasant atmosphere. Jiang Hengshu felt that it was nothing to promise him just now.
Soon after Jiang Hengshu returned to his room, he received a call. It was the person he had looked for in the morning. Jiang Hengshu asked, "Didn't it say that the results will be given after three days?"
"Isn't that the mysterious person I thought Fu Zhen was?"
Jiang Hengshu: "Go ahead."
"Fu Jianchen, do you know?" the man asked him on the phone.
"heard about it."
"Fu Zhen is Fu Jianchen’s youngest son. Two years ago, Fu Jianchen brought back an illegitimate daughter, Tang Wanwan. Fu Zhen and Tang Wanwan didn’t deal with each other. The two often quarreled because Fu Zhen was in Tang Wanwan. During the movie, someone changed the rope of Diaoweiya, which caused Tang Wanwan to fall from Diaoweiya. When Fu Jianchen found out, he broke off his father-son relationship with Fu Zhen and kicked him out of the Fu family."
"I checked this matter. Back then, Fu Zhen did find someone to get into the crew, but it might not be Diaoweiya that moved."
"Recently, Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting seem to have approached Fu Zhen several times because of the Shazhou Chronicle's copyright issues. The Liu brothers also wanted to kidnap Fu Zhen because they saw Fu Jianchen approaching Fu Zhen and thought they might reconcile. Asking for money from Fu Jianchen, but he never thought that Fu Jianchen never thought of recognizing Fu Zhen back to Fu's house," the voice on the other end of the phone paused and continued, "Tang Wanwan should have sent the photo on Fu Jianchen's phone. Turning to my cell phone, I now think that Fu Zhen is dead."
Jiang Hengshu: "I see."
"What is the relationship between Fu Zhen and you? I heard Wang Tong say that you deliberately pulled him to the hero to save the United States yesterday?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Jiang Hengshu said coldly.
The voice on the phone let out a sigh: "Cross the river to demolish the bridge, unload the grit and kill the donkey, it's you."
Jiang Hengshu didn't feel annoyed either, and asked calmly, "You learned the idiom from Wang Tong, right."
"what happened?"
"Nothing else, the phone hung up." Jiang Hengshu slid down the red hang-up button.
Jiang Hengshu hung up the phone and threw the phone aside. He sat in a chair, holding a copy of "Analysis of Dreams" in his hand. Only after reading two lines, Jiang Hengshu's thoughts flew to other places. Up.
In that cramped room last night, Fu Zhen was lying on the bed obediently, with his eyes closed, and some inaudible words in his mouth. Tears quickly slipped from the corners of his eyes, and Jiang Hengshu's heart was caught off guard. He was strangled by the thin thread, making him hurt.
There was a knock on the door, Jiang Hengshu closed the book in his hand and put it on the table aside, then got up and went to open the door. Standing outside was Fu Zhen. Jiang Hengshu asked, "What's the matter?"
Fu Zhen held his laptop in his arms. The hair on his head was a little messy, and there were a few fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He asked Jiang Hengshu shamefully, "My computer is broken, can you help me take a look?"
"Let me see."
Fu Zhen handed the computer to Jiang Hengshu's hand and followed Jiang Hengshu into his room. He explained to Jiang Hengshu from the side: "The computer keyboard suddenly failed while I was drawing, and then I gave the computer Restart, it won’t open anymore."
Jiang Hengshu nodded, and he could see that Fu Zhen's computer had been used for several years. The computer was always loading after the computer was turned on. Jiang Hengshu was not Wang Tong, and he was not familiar with computer operation and repair. There is no response.
"Forget it," Jiang Hengshu returned the computer to Fu Zhen, "use mine."
Fu Zhen: "Huh?"
Jiang Hengshu turned around and bent down, and dragged out from under the bed the oversized suitcase he brought with him that day. The suitcase was also unlocked. After opening the lid, there was a pile of clothes on top, some documents and bank cards underneath. For things like membership cards, Fu Zhen was far away and couldn't see the text above.
Jiang Hengshu knelt down and turned over, found a silver notebook from the innermost, got up and handed it to Fu Zhen: "Here."
Fu Zhen was still a little at a loss. He looked at the notebook that was delivered to him. Although he had been kicked out of the Fu family a long time ago and he had no money, he still knew the brand of the computer. The computer that Jiang Hengshu lent him was few. Say it costs 50,000 yuan.
Jiang Hengshu did not lie to himself, he did not lack money.
Fu Zhen could not tell what it was like in his heart. He hoped that Jiang Hengshu could one day make a fortune, have a wife and children, and live happily all his life, and he hoped that he could help him.
But it turned out that I couldn't do anything.
"Thank you," Fu Zhen said with a smile, "I will pay you back tomorrow."
Jiang Hengshu did not understand that although Fu Zhen was smiling, he felt a breath of loss in his body.
"You can use the computer first, I'm useless."
Fu Zhen took two computers and returned to his room. After he went back, he plugged the drawing board into Jiang Hengshu's computer. Fortunately, he saved a copy of the unfinished illustrations in the cloud before the computer shut down. Fu Zhen Download the artwork from the cloud disk, open it with SAI, and continue to refine it.
Jiang Hengshu's computer is much better than Fu Zhen's second-hand old machine. Fu Zhen's painting is unavoidable, and the speed of his writing gradually slows down. Who is Jiang Hengshu?
Fu Zhen couldn't understand why he had to come to the construction site to suffer.
Fu Zhen remembered the Jiang Hengshu he saw in the bar. The bar manager also had some background, but there was absolutely no air in front of Jiang Hengshu. The gap between him and Jiang Hengshu might be bigger than he thought. a little.
Fu Zhen took a long breath, he didn't need to think about it so much, as long as he knew that Jiang Hengshu would have a good life in the future, it was enough.
I will invite him to dinner tomorrow. I should have asked Jiang Hengshu if he had any precautions. Fu Zhen scratched his head. He just came out of Jiang Hengshu's room. Will it bother him too much now.
Or choose a few more stores and let Jiang Hengshu choose tomorrow. Fu Zhen thinks that this is a good method. He takes back all these messy thoughts, bows his head and continues to draw pictures.
This color is more difficult to paint as he imagined. It has been altered several times to no satisfaction to Fu Zhen. He put down the pen and sighed. If there is enough time, he should take a look at the other party’s original work first, but he There is not so much time now.
Fu Zhen opened Weibo and searched for some topics about the original work, and found that in the ten Weibo, there were five pornographic stories, three rainbow farts, and the remaining two were advertisements for public accounts.
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