Chapter 136:

After returning to Pinghai City in late February, Fu Zhen began to concentrate on preparing the short video. When he was filming "The Fall of the Sky", he discussed this short video with Teacher Qi Delong and Teacher Feng Zheng. They all thought Fu Zhen's idea is very good, but if you want to realize it all, you will definitely need a huge investment, and since the above request is a short film, the funds you want to give should not be too much.
Fu Zhen also understood this, but still didn't want to give up his idea, so he called Jiang Hengshu and asked how much he had in his small vault.
As a result, he learned that the cash in his small vault was almost close to zero. Part of the money he earned during this period was used for the operation of the studio, while the other part was invested by Jiang Hengshu.
Fu Zhen sighed and said to Jiang Hengshu incomprehensibly, "Why are my pockets getting more and more empty?"
Jiang Hengshu replied to Fu Zhen: "If you want to take it, you must first give it. You will have more banknotes in your pocket in the future."
Fu Zhen: "..."
Although this sentence makes sense, Fu Zhen always felt that something was wrong.
"What do you need money for? Do you want to make a new movie?" Jiang Hengshu asked Fu Zhen on the phone. He still had some cash in his hand, and Fu Zhen could transfer it to him now if needed.
"It's the short film that I planned to make before."
Jiang Hengshu knew that Fu Zhen wanted to shoot a short video. The short video required only eight to ten minutes. It shouldn’t take much money. Jiang Hengshu thought that Fu Zhen’s change would be enough. If he wanted to take a video, A movie will receive a large sum of money at the box office when "Heavenly Flowers" is released, so it doesn't need to delay the shooting of his next movie.
But Jiang Hengshu did not expect that Fu Zhen would need so much money to make a short video.
"Is one million not enough?" Jiang Hengshu asked on the phone.
Fu Zhen coughed softly and said to Jiang Hengshu: "It seems...it seems...maybe...not enough."
"How much do you need?"
"It's not done yet, it should take a lot," Fu Zhen himself is a little confused now, he said to Jiang Hengshu, "I will tell you when I go back."
Jiang Hengshu gave a hum, and after a few exhortations with Fu Zhen on the phone, he hung up.
...
When Fu Zhen returned to Pinghai City, the script and skeleton of his short video had been conceived, and the script was basically completed. As long as the money is in place, it can be filmed.
But the money seemed to be out of place, and after chatting with a few teachers, Fu Zhen realized that even if the money was enough, he probably could not easily shoot the short video, only relying on the few he bought from Taobao. The knowledge acquired in this book is far from enough, he must find a professional in this area.
Moreover, it is almost impossible to take real scenes when shooting, and if all the special effects are used, it is definitely not a small expense, and the above should not be fully reimbursed.
Jiang Hengshu watched Fu Zhen sitting in the study all day long and frowning, and sometimes stubbing his hair, he also worried.
After finding time to chat with Fu Zhen, after having a general understanding of the lens he wanted, Jiang Heng thought of a good way and said to Fu Zhen: "How about using the lens of the anniversary parade? ?"
Fu Zhen really didn't think about this method. He raised his head and stared at Jiang Hengshu for a while. Jiang Hengshu was a little frustrated by him and asked him, "What's wrong?"
"Is this all right?" Fu Zhen originally wanted this short video to be as original as possible, but Jiang Hengshu's suggestion made him very tempted. The video of the military parade can indeed show the changes in the motherland over the past few decades. Can it demonstrate the strength of the motherland more comprehensively and prepared than the military parade?
"Should I help you ask?" Jiang Hengshu said with a smile.
Fu Zhen hesitated and nodded to Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu dialed the phone on the other end, and the two chatted over the phone, while Fu Zhen turned on the computer in the study and planned to watch all the videos of the military parade these years.
"They agreed," Jiang Hengshu hung up shortly afterwards and said to Fu Zhen, "and there are many shots that have not been shown on TV. They will be given to you later. You can use them."
Fu Zhen didn't expect such a surprise, so he immediately laughed. In this way, he would have more choices and saved a huge amount of money by the way. Fu Zhen reached out and put his arm around Jiang Hengshu's neck and kissed him. chin.
Jiang Hengshu took Fu Zhen in his arms, and the two of them squeezed into a recliner, their bodies pressed tightly together, and the breeze shone in through the window, blowing the curtain on the side lightly, leaving them on the ground. The dancing shadow.
Jiang Hengshu put his hands on Fu Zhen's waist and asked Fu Zhen: "He also asked when will this short film of you come out?"
Fu Zhen thought for a while, and now the most difficult one has been solved. The rest is editing and shooting a few shots. It will not be too difficult. He said to Jiang Hengshu: "In this way, I think five Samples of the month should be available."
Jiang Hengshu nodded. May is a very good season. Everything has already woken up, and the hot summer has not yet arrived. He asked Fu Zhen, "Do you want to go out and play after the short film is finished?"
Jiang Hengshu felt that Fu Zhen should agree to him immediately. He had already planned it. This time, while his father did not react, he took Fu Zhen to travel abroad and had a good time. How could he have thought about Fu Zhenchi? She shook her head and told Jiang Hengshu, "I still have the next movie to make."
"Is the time so tight?" It shouldn't be a problem to shoot the movie after a while.
Fu Zhen nodded: "Very tight, because I want to put this movie on National Day."
Jiang Hengshu didn't force it anymore: "Well then."
Fu Zhen: "Let's go to see Aurora this winter."
Jiang Hengshu nodded, and then asked Fu Zhen: "If the National Day is to be screened, shouldn't it be ready soon?"
Fu Zhen said, "Already preparing."
He had already found the scriptwriter for the new movie when he was shooting "Heavenly Flowers". It was recommended to him by teacher Chi Delong. Yesterday he contacted the teacher. The teacher said that the script should be finished next month.
It has been more than 20 days since "Heaven's Fall" was released on April 9th. The box office has gained 3 billion and is still growing. Maoyan expects the box office to reach 3.6 billion. Fu Zhen's box office for these films Together, it has exceeded tens of billions. Many people in the circle are waiting for news of Fu Zhen's new movie, but they waited and waited until the movie was released and Fu Zhen did not appear in front of the camera.
After taking a few shots for the short film, Fu Zhen stayed at home and did not go out. He spent most of the day in the study. When he was tired, he went downstairs to pour a glass of water and took a rest on the sofa.
When Jiang Hengshu returned home, he watched Fu Zhenyang lying on the sofa, the hem of the white T-shirt rolled up, revealing the white skin underneath. He walked over, sat down next to Fu Zhen, and then raised his hand on Fu. Really poked her belly.
Fu Zhen didn't sleep deeply. He woke up as soon as Jiang Hengshu entered the door, but he didn't open his eyes. After being prodded, he opened his eyes and took Jiang Hengshu's hand: "Are you back?" "
Jiang Hengshu gave a hum and asked Fu Zhen, "Where is the mermaid line on your stomach?"
Fu Zhen finally worked out a mermaid line in the gym last year. He was still proud of it for a long time. Although he didn't go to the gym to do exercises during the filming of "The Fall of the Sky", the mermaid line was maintained very well. As a result, he came back from another place Before long, the shadow of the mermaid line was no longer found.
Fu Zhen has been in the study for this period of time to edit the video, there is no movement at all, and the disappearance of the mermaid line is also reasonable.
"This...that..." Fu Zhen sat up from the sofa, "I have bad legs."
"I know you have a leg injury and you can't do many exercises," Jiang Hengshu pinched Fu Zhen's face. "But you can't not exercise at all. The fitness room has been renovated. You want to exercise. The door doesn’t have to be opened, it’s just too lazy."
"Don't always stay in the study without going out."
"I see." Fu Zhen replied.
"Every time I promised well, I started to be lazy when I was doing it," Jiang Hengshu let go of his hand and stood up, "What do you want to eat?"
"Barbecue." Fu Zhen said with a flattering expression on his back.
...
This short film made by Fu Zhen does not require too many actors. It mainly reflects the changes in the country over the years and reflects the country's step by step growth.
After he found the video in the military parade, he picked out the useful ones and started editing, because the workload is not very big, he can do it all by himself, just cut and cut it as if he was going to cast this video to the station. Fu Zhen was amused by his own thoughts.
Of course, this short video cannot be made up of all these videos, and some necessary special effects will be added in the later stage. Fu Zhen will do some supper by himself now, but for the sake of quality, he still has to find a professional.
...
Jiang Hengshu sat in the office, holding a black signature pen in his hand, tapping lightly on the desk. Fu Zhen originally said that he would come to the company this afternoon, and they would have a Western meal together tonight, but they were almost off work. However, Fu Zhen never appeared in the company.
After Jiang Hengshu had finished all the remaining work, he called Fu Zhen and asked him why he didn't come.
Fu Zhen on the other end of the phone was silent for a while before he suddenly said, "I forgot," with a little regret in his tone.
Jiang Hengshu asked him: "Why does the voice sound a bit muffled, isn't it unhappy?"
Fu Zhen cleared his throat, "It's all right."
Jiang Hengshu sighed. It is estimated that the western food at night is not ready. He turned his head and glanced at the sky outside the French window, and asked Fu Zhen on the other side of the phone softly: "What do you want to eat at night, I'll buy some back."
"No, there is still a lot in the refrigerator." Fu Zhen's voice still sounded a little dull, Jiang Heng frowned slightly, and he was going home early today.
...
Jiang Hengshu returned home, opened the door and glanced in the living room. Fu Zhen did not lie on the sofa as usual. He yelled twice and no one responded. Jiang Hengshu went upstairs to the left. The first room was the study, then Coco's room, and finally he and Fu Zhen's bedroom.
There was no figure of Fu Zhen in the first two rooms. Jiang Hengshu came to the door of the third room. He gently pushed open the door of the room, glanced around, and finally landed on Fu who was lying on the bed. Really.
He closed his eyes as if he was asleep, and the thin blanket on his body rose and fell slightly with his breathing, his cheeks were red, and his lips were pale and chapped. Jiang Hengshu quickly walked over and touched Fu Zhen's forehead.
Although it is not possible to accurately know Fu Zhen's current body temperature using this method, it can still be determined that Fu Zhen has a fever.
Fu Zhen dumbly felt something cold on his forehead. He moved his head and rubbed Jiang Hengshu's palm. After a while, he realized what had happened and opened his eyes. Hengshu's figure changed from blur to clear in his sight.
"I'm back?" His voice was heavier than the nasal sound heard on the phone, like a hungry little beast, sounding pitiful.
Jiang Hengshu gave a hum and asked him, "Should I go to the hospital for a look?"
Fu Zhen stretched out his arm from under the blanket and covered the back of Jiang Hengshu's hand. Because of the fever, the temperature of every part of his body was a little higher than usual, like a small heater.
Jiang Hengshu held Fu Zhen's hand instead. The room was very quiet. The small alarm clock on the bedside table made a slight moving sound. Fu Zhen hummed and said to Jiang Hengshu, "No, I have taken medicine. Now, just sleep."
It was already a little late, and Fu Zhen did not seem to have any big problems. Jiang Hengshu did not force him, and asked him: "What do you want to eat at night."
Fu Zhen shook his head and yawned, "I have already taken the medicine before taking it, and I don't want to take it anymore."
"Then you go to sleep." Jiang Hengshu helped Fu Zhen pull up the blanket.
"I don't want to sleep anymore."
"Then lie down for a while?"
Fu Zhen thought for a while and stretched out from under the blanket: "I want a cell phone."
"Where, I'll get it for you."
Fu Zhen didn't remember it very well, but the home was only such a big place, not here, it was there. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "It should be in the study. If not in the study, it might be in the kitchen."
Jiang Hengshu left his mobile phone to Fu Zhen, and then went to help him find the phone. Fu Zhen lay on the bed and played a bunch of small games on Jiang Hengshu's phone. He hadn't relaxed for several days. With the fever, he finally had a reason to give himself a long vacation.
When Jiang Hengshu got Fu Zhen's phone back, he saw Fu Zhen lying on the bed playing with his phone.
Being sick makes him look a lot more delicate, lying on the bed like a large and delicate puppet cat. At this moment, this puppet has put an Otome mobile game named Love Garden into the phone, and he is full of interest. Waiting to load up and open the game to harvest his return package.
Jiang Hengshu quietly walked to him and sat down on the bed. The weight of the man made the mattress sag downward. Fu Zhen finally realized that Jiang Hengshu was back. He raised his head and blinked at Jiang Hengshu. Like an innocent big cat.
Jiang Hengshu glanced at the screen of his mobile phone, and the four pink squiggles in the garden of love came into his eyes. Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and rubbed the head of the big cat, "Didn't it mean that the password has been forgotten?"
Before Fu Zhen could speak, Cheng Zeluo's deep and magnetic voice came out clearly from the phone: "Welcome back, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
"This..." Fu Zhen rolled his eyes twice and said to Jiang Hengshu, "I am a little lack of inspiration recently, and I am going to go to the game to find inspiration."
Jiang Hengshu nodded, as if he had accepted Fu Zhen's explanation. His palms moved from Fu Zhen's back neck along the middle spine all the way to the caudal vertebrae, very gentle.
Fu Zhen couldn't help but got goosebumps. He always felt that Jiang Hengshu was brewing some big conspiracy. He sent the phone to Jiang Hengshu and said aggrieved: "I'm not playing anymore."
Jiang Hengshu leaned down, pressed his lips to Fu Zhen’s ears, and exhaled. Fu Zhen felt a little itchy, and his ears soon stained pink. Then he heard Jiang Hengshu asking in his ear. Said: "What kind of inspiration I want, I can give you too."
This time Fu Zhen's face was redder than when he woke up just now. The kitten was meowing non-stop outside the door. Fu Zhen got up from the bed with his arms, rubbed his hot face, and turned to look. To the door, asked Jiang Hengshu: "Is Nainao hungry?"
Jiang Hengshu: "I saw that the cat food in the food bowl is enough."
Fu Zhen then told Jiang Hengshu a few more interesting things about scratching. Jiang Hengshu followed a few words and finally changed the topic. Fu Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and swept towards Jiang Heng with the light of his eyes. On the screen of the special mobile phone, Cheng Zeluo still stands tall and straight on the screen. He really has no interest in Cheng Zeluo now, but he still wants the return package for free.
He noticed Fu Zhen’s gaze, Jiang Hengshu’s face showed an imperceptible joke, and he screamed twice and found that no one paid any attention to his change and left, and the previous calm was restored outside the door. The light of the setting sun passed through the curtains. The crevices spilled in, and Jiang Hengshu said to Fu Zhen: "Okay, let's continue to talk about inspiration."
Fu Zhen: "..."
He immediately clutched his chest, pretended to cough a few times: "I have a headache, I have a headache, no way, I have to sleep for a while", and then quickly lay back on the bed.
Jiang Hengshu saw that he was acting, shook his head and chuckled lightly, patted him affectionately, then turned around and went out of the bedroom, and went downstairs to eat.
At night, Jiang Hengshu took a shower and came out of the bathroom. Before sitting down on the bed, Fu Zhen opened a thin gap in his eyes. His nose was a bit airtight, and his speech was muffled. Hengshu said: "You can go to sleep next door."
"What's wrong?" Jiang Hengshu asked.
"Don't be infected by me."
Jiang Heng laughed and went straight to bed, got into Fu Zhen's quilt, and took him into his arms. Fu Zhen's warm breath fell on Jiang Hengshu's neck, "Why do I feel that your fever hasn't recovered at all? what."
Fu Zhen snorted and adjusted a more comfortable posture in Jiang Hengshu's arms: "Just sleep."