Chapter 27:

The foreman is a week, and even on New Year's Day, he does not give the workers a holiday, and he does not have three times his salary. Jiang Hengshu intends to quit his job at the construction site as soon as the disappearance case he was commissioned has been resolved.
The foreman may also feel uneasy in his conscience. He didn't know where he got a bunch of supermarket shopping cards and issued one to the workers alone.
Jiang Hengshu casually put the shopping card into his pocket, waited until the foreman came home, put down the sandbag, and went to the canal behind the construction site. The area around the canal was barren, yellow sand covered with dry grass, and green stones stood on the opposite side of the river bank.
Jiang Hengshu squatted down and stretched out his hand to push away the weeds in front of him. There was a sound of rustling footsteps behind him, and then a man's low and hoarse voice asked him: "What are you doing here?"
Jiang Hengshu turned his head and saw the foreman standing behind him, looking down at him condescendingly, a gleam of light flashed in his cloudy eyes.
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Fu Zhen stayed in his room in the rental room all day long to draw his unfinished drawings. In the evening, he finally finished the colorful illustrations of the aspirations. He couldn't help smiling when he looked at the results on the screen.
He did not completely imitate Picasso's style, but added some of his own creations, in which the characters are also allegorical and not completely abstract.
Picasso used only three colors of black, white, and gray in Guernica, while Fu Zhen took into account the overall style of his Zhi and found a balance point. He used some cool colors with a little bit in the middle. The red of blood is unexpectedly harmonious.
I just don't know if the author will like this style.
Fu Zhen sent the painted colors to the author with a sense of anxiety. He naturally hoped that the author would like this work as much as he did. However, although the author told him to rest assured and bold, if the author could not accept this style, he I can only consider drawing another picture for the other party.
It's just that I was delayed for a few days because of the previous kidnapping, and I'm really sorry that the author wasted such a long time now.
Fu Zhen sighed silently, forget it, don't think about it, and wait for the author to reply.
Fu Zhen rested on the pillow beside the bed, tilted his head and looked out the window. The tall buildings stood tall, the dusk was heavy, and the orange-red sunset rendered the sky like an oil paint. Fu Zhen retracted his sight. He still has a little doubt about what happened last night. Everything is real or a dream he had.
Did Jiang Hengshu really say those things to himself? Fu Zhen lowered his head and twisted his hands unconsciously. Unfortunately, I didn't see Jiang Hengshu this morning.
He got up a bit late this morning, and Jiang Hengshu was already at work when he left the room.
Fu Zhen's mobile phone rang, and the author of the manuscript replied to him. The other party liked Fu Zhen's color insert very much, and asked him if he could ask for three more pictures, one picture for each story.
Of course, Fu Zhen would not refuse. He should have two thousand yuan for three more pictures. He thought that he could buy another gift for Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu returned to the rental house from get off work, went back to the room to change a set of clothes, then walked out of the room carrying a white plastic bag, went to stand in front of Fu Zhen's room, raised his hand and knocked twice.
Fu Zhenzhen was looking at the outlines of several other stories sent to him by the author. The pen in his hand kept recording something. When he heard the knock on the door, he put down the pen and paper in his hand, got up from the bed and walked to the door and opened it. Standing Jiang Hengshu, the orange-red glow fell behind him, and the glass coffee table reflected the light together with the plastic film on the ground, like a burning sea of ​​fire.
Jiang Hengshu asked him, "Have you eaten tonight?"
Fu Zhen looked at him without blinking, opened the door with his right hand on the doorknob, shook his head and said, "Not yet."
He had just been thinking about how to draw the next color insert, and completely forgot about eating.
Jiang Hengshu raised the white plastic bag in his hand, with two packing boxes inside, and handed it to Fu Zhen: "For you."
The packaging box contained a portion of Xiaolongbao and a portion of preserved egg porridge. I don't know where Jiang Hengshu bought it.
Fu Zhen said thank you in a low voice. His ears were a little hot. He took the bag that Jiang Hengshu handed over and turned to his side. Jiang Hengshu took advantage of the trend and entered his room. The room was still cramped. After two men came in. , The air becomes hot and dry.
Now Fu Zhen is finally sure that what happened last night was not a dream.
The person you like, it happens that he also likes you, what a wonderful thing.
The light in the room was turned on, and the dimness was driven out in an instant. Fu Zhen placed the lunch box on the bedside table with only a pair of chopsticks in it, so he bent down and pulled out a small box from under the bed like a hamster, and opened the lid of the box. Take out a pair of convenient chopsticks.
Jiang Hengshu sat on one side and looked at him. His legs were very long and stretched forward a bit. Fu Zhen squatted beside him, his head almost touching his thigh, Fu Zhen breathed warmly when he turned his head. It would even spread to his body through the cloth, Jiang Hengshu's muscles were tight, and his tongue turned in his mouth.
Only on the surface, he still looks calm, his eyes are gentle, with a slight smile.
The air in the room seemed to be even hotter, and there was a rustle of plastic from the north wind blowing in the building.
Fu Zhen pushed the box back under the bed, and raised his chopsticks in front of Jiang Hengshu: "Let's eat together."
"I have eaten it." Jiang Hengshu shook his head and replied, otherwise he would buy two copies back.
Fu Zhen said, putting the pair of chopsticks just taken out on the bedside table. He hasn't had any love experience yet, so he could only please Jiang Hengshu awkwardly and hesitantly in his own way.
Maybe couples shouldn't use the word please before, he just hopes that Jiang Hengshu will be happier when he is with him than when he was alone.
Fu Zhen clipped a small steamed bun to Jiang Hengshu's mouth. Jiang Hengshu was taken aback. He didn't expect Fu Zhen to do this. Fu Zhen's black eyes were as dazzling as obsidian under the light, and his own reflection was reflected in it. With the figure, Jiang Hengshu opened his mouth and swallowed it in one bite.
Fu Zhen squinted his eyes and looked very good. He sat next to Jiang Hengshu, holding the preserved egg porridge that Jiang Hengshu brought back in his hand, and using the steamed dumplings he had just fed Jiang Hengshu just now. That pair of chopsticks,
Jiang Hengshu felt a little strange. He pulled at the collar of his sweater and folded his legs together, making the air in the room even hotter.
Seeing that Fu Zhen had plans to feed himself, Jiang Hengshu spoke first: "You can eat it, I won't eat it anymore."
The room was quiet, only Fu Zhen beside Jiang Hengshu made a small chewing sound. Jiang Hengshu raised his head and looked at Fu Zhen's room.
In fact, there is nothing good. Fu Zhen’s room is small and pitiful. There is no room for any larger furniture except a bed. The walls are full of old and yellowed scratches. Fu Zhen’s sketchbook is placed at the end of the bed. Hengshu knew that every page in there was himself.
After Fu Zhen had eaten, he was about to pack up the plastic boxes and throw them into the garbage bag by the door, and plan to throw them away when he went out tomorrow.
Jiang Hengshu retracted his gaze and said to him, "Tomorrow we will go out for dinner."
"Huh?" Fu Zhen blinked, and the movement of his hands stopped, as if he didn't hear what Jiang Hengshu said.
Jiang Hengshu calmly added, "I will introduce you to some friends."
Fu Zhen immediately understood what Jiang Hengshu meant. Generally speaking, after entering a state of love, most people will post a photo in Moments or Weibo to announce to those who follow them that they are not single. Now Jiang Hengshu wanted to introduce him to his friends because of this mentality.
Fu Zhen was very happy. This represented Jiang Hengshu, not a momentary impulse, but he could follow a wave of loss to Fu Zhen's heart.
If possible, he also wanted to introduce Jiang Hengshu to people he knew well, but he seemed to have no one to tell.
When that happened, his relatives and friends all stood on Tang Wanwan's side, accusing himself of not using such cruel methods against a girl, not to mention that the girl was his half-sister.
The contradiction between him and Tang Wanwan at that time had reached a white-hot stage. After he was just taught by Tang Wanwan and Qin Zhao, he was irritated by Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting’s unconditional maintenance of Tang Wanwan, so he wanted to give Tang Wanwan a lesson. Wan Wan was a little lesson, and he didn't know how this plot developed, but later it turned out that he was cruel and wanted to make Tang Wanwan disabled from Diaoweiya.
In the end, the truly disabled person became himself.
But what's the point of mentioning these now, it's just annoying.
Afterwards, Fu Zhen often thought, perhaps, he was really not like Tang Wanwan, so after that happened, everyone left him.
Now, he finally has a life of his own. It is a little bit out of the shadow of that incident. Those in the past will one day be sealed in the distant memory box by him. When he gets old, Buried in the soil with him.
Jiang Hengshu noticed the changes in Fu Zhen's mood. He did not speak, but watched him quietly. When Fu Zhen's mood gradually stabilized, he asked: "Go?"
Fu Zhen nodded: "Go."
He put the garbage at the door, standing in front of Jiang Hengshu, looking down at the man sitting on his bed. There had been more intimate things between them, but at this time Fu Zhen still felt a little hot on his face.
The light of the incandescent lamp above his head was not soft. Fu Zhen’s shadow was reflected on Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu raised his head. The eyes of the two people intertwined. Fu Zhen seemed to be bewitched by the witch red apple. Two steps forward.
Jiang Hengshu's legs spread apart, Fu Zhen stood in the middle of his legs, Fu Zhen raised his hands on Jiang Hengshu's shoulders.
and then? What to do Fu Zhen pursed his lips. He didn't know it himself, he could only look at Jiang Hengshu's blue crystal eyes.