Chapter 6:

Maybe everything just returned to the original point, Fu Zhen thought.
If I hadn't been picked up by Fu Ting back to the Fu family, I would probably be living like this now. As for the broken leg, I would be regarded as the retribution of enjoying the rich life for 20 years.
The winter sun is gentle and warm, and countless dusts are floating in the sun. Jiang Hengshu wears a blue overalls and a yellow helmet on his head. He carries sandbags and shuttles through the dusty construction site. His movements are clean. Neatly, the foreman looked at him from a distance and kept nodding.
Wang Tong saw the same scene when he came to the construction site. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. He couldn't believe what he saw.
"My god," Wang Tong walked behind Jiang Hengshu in an extremely exaggerated tone, slapped Jiang Hengshu on the shoulder, and asked him: "Boss, you really came here to move bricks! "
Jiang Hengshu gave a hum, and asked indifferently: "What's the matter?"
Just as Wang Tong was about to open his mouth to taunt Jiang Hengshu, the foreman stepped over to Jiang Hengshu and called him affectionately: "Xiao Jiang."
Jiang Hengshu put down the sandbag in his hand, patted the dust on his palm, and asked the foreman: "President Bao, what's the matter?"
President Bao glanced at Wang Tong behind Jiang Hengshu, "Your friend."
Jiang Hengshu nodded.
Mr. Bao gave a hum, his eyes stayed on Wang Tong’s watch for a while, then he withdrew his gaze if nothing had happened, smiled and said to Jiang Hengshu,
There are still a few people in the New World Mall. Just go over there, and I will add 30 to your salary every day."
Jiang Hengshu responded with one mouthful: "Good manager."
President Bao nodded, raised his hand and patted Jiang Hengshu on the shoulder, encouraging him to say, "Do it well," and then turned to find another worker.
After President Bao left, Jiang Hengshu picked up the sandbags on the ground again and walked toward the concrete pile to the west.
Wang Tong followed Jiang Hengshu, chattering non-stop, and asked Jiang Hengshu inexplicably, "Boss, what do you think? What are you doing now than making money by moving bricks."
Jiang Hengshu only felt that there was a fly buzzing in his ears, he frowned slightly, and resisted not speaking.
Really unbearable by Wang Tong's quarrel, Jiang Hengshu calmly said: "I want to dedicate my limited life to a noble cause." It was not a joke at all.
"Moving bricks?" Wang Tong asked.
Jiang Hengshu nodded.
Wang Tong let out a sigh of relief: "Come on, boss, have you drank fake wine on your head? What is wrong? You have to come here to move bricks. Are you talking about this as a top mercenary? "
Jiang Hengshu tilted his head to look at Wang Tong and asked him, "Then what should I do?"
"Save the world!" Wang Tong answered naturally.
Jiang Hengshu did not speak.
Wang Tong poked Jiang Hengshu in the arm and asked him in a low voice, "Are you not looking for your little mermaid?"
Jiang Hengshu put the sandbag down against the wall, took off the gloves on his hands, patted his hands, and said, "No more."
The Little Mermaid may have a life of his own, and may not want to involve him too much. That night was just an accident.
Although he would often encounter a figure entangled with himself in his dream during this period, and every time he woke up, his crotch was always wet, but he did not want to disturb that person's life.
It's just a night of fun, something very common in modern society, don't care too much.
Wang Tong sighed, thinking that he could see the cypress tree blooming, and he seemed to have to stay alone.
"You go, don't disturb me moving bricks."
Wang Tong: "..."
He hurriedly said, "Boss, you have got fake wine in your mind!"
Jiang Hengshu ignored him. He walked quickly and took a pack of sandbags and strode towards the concrete pile.
Wang Tong originally thought that Jiang Hengshu had taken on some special task. He stayed here for most of the day and found that Jiang Hengshu had been fighting sandbags honestly from beginning to end, and had no other meaning.
Wang Tong slapped his face, it hurts a bit, this is not a dream, the boss will not be dropped by someone!
It was too scary, too scary, he had to find a place to wake up.
The night in winter is longer than in summer. When Fu Zhen handed out all the flyers in his hand, the sky was completely dark. Fu Zhen took over the wages of the past few days from the boss and said thank you. Put the three hundred dollars in the bag, and then took the bus home.
Several tenants in the small living room of the rental house were gathering together to play poker. Hearing the sound of the door opening, they turned their heads and found that it was Fu Zhen who had returned. He retracted his eyes disappointedly and continued to draw cards.
Fu Zhen’s relationship with several other tenants is very ordinary. When Fu Zhen was busy at work in the past few months, he spent less than five hours a day in the rental house, and most of the time he slept in his room. You may not meet with these tenants once a month.
In the eyes of other tenants, Fu is really a weird person. He has no relatives or friends. He is always alone. He does several jobs a day, but he still squeezes in this small place with them. I really don’t know what he makes. Where did the money go?
Fu Zhen went to the bathroom and washed his hands and returned to his room. He took his mobile phone out of his pocket and hesitated for a long time looking at the broken screen. He clicked on the icon of the station.
Wazhan is a well-known video barrage website in China. Four years ago, when Fu Zhen was eighteen years old, he enthusiastically registered an account with Wazhan. With the help of his father and brother, he set up a private studio to produce This is the first anime in his life, and the only anime-"Shazhou Chronicle".
In the two years since the "Shazhou Chronicle" was updated, the number of fans of his rushing account has risen from single digits to more than 20 million. Many critics say this is the rise of Chinese animation.
At that time, no one thought that the "Shazhou Chronicle" would suddenly be interrupted, and the interruption lasted more than two years.
Since Fu Zhen was kicked out of Fu's house, he has never logged in to this account again. Now looking at the pink page in front of him and the comments made by fans, there is an illusion of a world away.
After this month’s salary was paid, he bought a computer and a hand-drawn tablet, and he could continue to update the "Shazhou Chronicle". Although it was not as fast and quality as when working with the studio before, it was considered a favorite for this story. Fans explain.
Fu Zhen put down the phone and lay on the bed with his head up. He closed his eyes and soon fell into a dream.
In the dream, it was the clear blue sky of Pinghai City and the man standing upright in front of the bus stop sign. This time, he smiled at himself, and the whole winter was bright.
The next morning, Fu Zhen put on his work clothes as usual and went to the construction site. He never expected that he would meet the man who had a relationship with him again.
He rubbed his eyes to confirm that he was not mistaken, it was really him.
Fu Zhen didn't know what expression he should make for a while, whether he should step up and say hello to him, he didn't know whether Jiang Hengshu still remembered that night, let alone whether he had his own girlfriend, Or maybe have a family.
Fu Zhen finally began to regret what happened that night. He was really faint at the time. If he was more determined, the accident might not happen.
Listening to the foreman explaining his new job, Jiang Hengshu nodded his head and said that he understood. The foreman liked young people like Jiang Hengshu very much. The shoulders, the back, and the thighs seemed to be powerful. It was completely different from that little Fu Zhen.
Had it not been for the little cripple's wages, and the work harder, he would have quit him long ago.
Alas, he is a softhearted person. The foreman patted Jiang Hengshu on the shoulder to show his ardent expectations for him.
There was no expression on Jiang Hengshu’s face from beginning to end. He put on his helmet, carried a bag of sand and left. The foreman looked at Jiang Hengshu’s back and nodded in satisfaction, and then his eyes fell aside in a daze. On Fu Zhen, he shouted at Fu Zhen: "Fu Zhen, what are you looking at? Get to work!"
Fu Zhen quickly retracted his gaze, pushing the wheelbarrow and limping up.
The foreman snorted, picked up the package of documents on the side and rushed to the other construction site.
Fu Zhen was busy pushing the small wheelbarrow on the construction site with full of thoughts. Seeing the distance between himself and Jiang Hengshu for a while, and a while away, his mood also fluctuated.
Jiang Hengshu passed by him several times, but every time he did not squint, as if he hadn't seen him, or he didn't remember Fu Zhen anymore.
Fu Zhen was a bit disappointed, but he immediately regained his energy. Compared with before, he didn't even know what this person was called and where he lived. Now this is very good.
For the whole morning, Fu Zhen did not find a chance to say the first half of a sentence with Jiang Hengshu.
At noon, the foreman brought a bag of boxed lunch to the workers, Jiang Hengshu took a box in his hand, turned around and walked to the bottom of the old wall and sat down. The other workers had their own small groups and sat together. Talking about the parents, Fu Zhen hesitated and walked towards Jiang Hengshu.
He really liked this man, just like when he was a child, he saw some strange and funny things, and would do everything possible to ask Fu Jianchen to take them home.
But when he grew up, Fu Zhen began to understand that the earth didn't revolve around you alone. There will always be something that you can't get when you are alive, and now his father will never help him anymore.
If Jiang Hengshu had a lover, or if he was a straight man, then Fu Zhen could only leave the stage sadly.