Chapter 15:

It was eight o'clock when Fu Zhen woke up the next morning, and he hadn't slept until dawn like today.
His leg didn't hurt as much as last night. After getting up from the bed, he went to the kitchen and gave himself a handful of dried noodles, then returned to the bedroom to continue drawing pictures.
Most of the other tenants in the rental house have gone out to work. Now it is much quieter than at night. He has the Shazhou Chronicle on his cell phone, his eyes are fixed on the computer, and he concentrates on the draft drawn yesterday.
Tang Wanwan learned from Fu Ting’s assistant that Fu Ting wanted to buy the copyright of Shazhou Chronicles from Fu Zhen, and went directly to Fu Jianchen’s company, took the elevator to the top floor, and came to the outside of Fu Jianchen’s office.
She didn't knock on the door. She pushed the door and broke in like usual. She sat down on the sofa and said to Fu Jianchen, "Dad, I heard that the copyright of the Shazhou Chronicle is in Fu Zhen's hands. You want to buy the copyright in his hand?"
When Fu Jianchen saw Tang Wanwan rushing in like this, he didn't see any anger on his face. He turned the file in his hand to another page, and said, the expression on his face couldn't show the joy or anger.
Tang Wanwan was a little upset, her face collapsed immediately, and she said to Fu Jianchen, "Forget it, I don't want to shoot, you don't buy it."
Fu Jianchen raised his head and glanced at Tang Wanwan sitting on the sofa: "If you like it, buy it."
"I don't want it!" Tang Wanwan refused. Buying the copyright of the Shazhou Chronicle now is equivalent to giving Fu Zhen money. She did not expect that Fu Zhen would still survive in Pinghai City.
But it's okay to let him live, to experience the suffering in this world more, but if Fu Jianchen and the others send him a sum of money over, she will never accept it.
Tang Wanwan suddenly stood up from the sofa, stepped on high heels and walked to the desk in two steps. She bent down, supporting her chin with both hands, and said to Fu Jianchen, "Dad, let's go see Fu Zhen okay? ?"
Fu Jianchen raised his head, his brows frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with Tang Wanwan's proposal, he asked, "Look at what he did?"
Tang Wanwan said coquettishly: "After all, he is also your son. Let's take a look. If Fu Zhen is not doing well..."
Tang Wanwan paused and continued: "We can help him."
Fu Jianchen pursed his lips. He really wanted to see how Fu Zhen was now, but he didn't want to go with Tang Wanwan, but seeing Tang Wanwan's eyes, he was the same as before. There was no way to refuse. Her proposal.
"Wait until I finish processing these documents."
"Okay." Tang Wanwan returned to the sofa, turned on the phone and swiped on Weibo.
It was almost noon after Fu Jianchen had processed all the documents in his hand. He took Tang Wanwan to the western restaurant for lunch by the way. There was a women's clothing store next to the western restaurant. Fu Jianchen took Tang Wanwan with him when he was idle. Go in and buy some new clothes.
Fu Zhen finished the picture of the heroine of the Shazhou Chronicle in one breath. He stood up from the computer, stretched his waist, raised his hand and gave a few beats on the back.
Turning his head and glanced at the small alarm clock beside the bed, it was almost evening. Fu Zhen didn't feel hungry when he drew the picture before, but now his stomach is groaning.
The dried noodles in his cupboard were almost eaten. Fu Zhen took two hundred yuan from his wallet and went downstairs to go to the pharmacy to buy two bottles of painkillers, and then to the vegetable market and supermarket to buy some vegetables.
There was a black Bentley parked at the entrance of the corridor. It is usually difficult to see this luxury car in this broken place. Fu Zhen couldn't help but glance twice.
It didn't matter if I looked at it, the door of Bentley was opened, and a young woman in a beige coat walked out from the inside. She wore sunglasses and a mask on her face and wrapped herself tightly.
The woman turned her head to face Fu Zhen, then raised her hand to take off her sunglasses.
The woman's skin is fair, her facial features are delicate, her long brown hair with wavy curls is scattered behind her head, and the amber-like clear eyes reflect Fu Zhen's figure. She raised her lips and smiled. According to fans, this smile looks like The warm sun in the winter shines straight into people's hearts.
Fu Zhen didn't feel the warmth of the warm sun. He was just stunned, thinking about how Tang Wanwan came back here. He came to find himself?
He really didn’t want to have too much contact with Tang Wanwan. Since Tang Wanwan was taken back to the Fu family three years ago, no matter what he did, as long as he met Tang Wanwan, he specified that he would be unlucky. Later, he was fighting against Tang Wanwan. In the middle, it completely angered Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting, and this battle ended with him being kicked out of the Fu family.
Fu Zhen came back to his senses and turned around to leave. Tang Wanwan suddenly chuckled and stopped Fu Zhen: "Dad is here too, don't you want to see him?"
Fu Zhen's body stiffened, he stopped where he was, unable to move for half a step. The wind and gravel swept across, and the sky was gloomy as if it was about to snow.
After a long, long period of time, Fu Zhen slowly turned around, like a puppet with a string, he could even hear the rattling of bones.
He saw another tall man walking out of the black Bentley.
The man is wearing a decent dark suit, his hair is neatly combed, his expression is solemn, his face does not have any joy of reunion with the deceased, only when he sees Tang Wanwan, the corners of his mouth will smile more .
This is Fu Jianchen.
Yes……
father.
Fu Zhen's eyes were red in an instant, he subconsciously stepped back half a step, his body almost fell to the ground due to the injuries on his left leg and ankle. Fortunately, he hurriedly reached out to support the wall. .
During this period of time, my luck was not very good. I almost fell for the third time. When the Chinese New Year, he finds a temple to worship. Fu Zhen calmly breathed against the wall. His current appearance looks really like this. A bit embarrassed.
However, he looked even more unbearable. These people had already met him, and he didn't care much.
Fu Jianchen smiled at Tang Wanwan, and then raised his head to look at Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen hung his head against the wall. His hair has been untouched for a while, and his current appearance is the same as the child he saw in his dream. There is almost no similarity.
Tang Wanwan’s gaze stayed on Fu Zhen for a long time. He was wearing a dark blue down jacket that was bought on the street, a black woolen hat on his head, and two woven bags in her heart. Suddenly he was relieved a lot. The young master of the Fu family, who was inexperienced back then, is now, like many, many people in this world, wanting to live his life in mediocrity.
But he may be a bit miserable than those people.
She said, "Good afternoon."
"Mr. Fu Ting came to me yesterday to buy the film and television rights of the Shazhou Chronicle. We agreed that we will not disturb each other in the future. Even if we meet on the road, we will treat each other as strangers," Fu Zhen's voice paused. He lowered his eyes and continued, "Mr. Fu Ting may not have time to tell both of you."
"I don't want the film and television copyrights of the Shazhou Chronicle." Tang Wanwan said to Fu Zhen, with a little apologetic tone in his tone.
Fu Zhen uttered a cry, and didn't show any special sadness. He just looked up at Tang Wanwan: "Do you mean that the things that Mr. Fu Ting agreed with me last night did not count?"
Tang Wanwan raised his eyebrows: "Then you have to ask brother."
Fu Zhen didn't want to waste more words with Tang Wanwan, and didn't want to see Fu Jianchen under such circumstances.
No, he didn't want to see them under any circumstances.
He turned around again and walked upstairs.
Tang Wanwan laughed behind him, "Why did my brother leave when he saw us, don't you sit down and talk? I haven't seen my brother for a long time."
Tang Wanwan is always like this. It is obviously some ugly words, but when she says it, she is sincere. Other people think she is kind, but only the people she targets can understand the knife in the words.
No one knows when Tang Wanwan was actually born. The date on her ID card was randomly filled in by her adoptive mother, which was more than 20 days later than Fu Zhen, so she later took it back to Fu's house. At the time, Fu Jianchen didn't struggle too much with this aspect, so she directly made her the third young lady of the Fu family.
Fu Zhen had already reached the third floor. Hearing what Tang Wanwan said, he finally couldn't help turning his head. He pursed his lips and gave a sneer, looking at Tang Wanwan condescendingly. With obvious sarcasm, he said: "I don't have a sister like you."
"Fu Zhen!" Fu Jianchen immediately interrupted Fu Zhen's words.
Fu Zhen turned his head to look at Fu Jianchen. He hadn't looked at him for a long time. In his dream, Fu Jianchen looked at himself with a disgusting look. He was afraid of that look, so he lay on the ground and dared not raise his head.
Now two years have passed, and he is standing in front of him with Tang Wanwan, as if telling himself that no matter how long it has passed, what has happened will not change.
Fu Zhen raised his eyelids and asked Fu Jianchen: "What advice can Mr. Fu give?"
Fu Jianchen frowned. He and Fu Zhen hadn't seen him for more than two years, but he didn't expect him to call himself Mr. Fu.
Did the little boy who called his father in the dream really existed? Fu Jianchen raised his hand and pressed his forehead, only to find that what he could remember at this time was still pitiful.
The two people looked at each other speechlessly, and stood quietly for a long time. The setting sun dyed the sky a gorgeous rose color, and Fu Zhen's shadow was stretched long and reflected on one side of the wall.
"I'll go back if it's okay." Fu Zhen turned around
"Fu Zhen," Tang Wanwan finally stopped calling Fu Zhen's elder brother in disgust. She didn't know what the reason was, and asked Fu Zhen, "Do you want to go back to Fu's house?"
Fu Zhen's movements froze for a while, and answered coldly, "No."
Tang Wanwan can actually leave now. She came here today just to see what life Fu Zhen is living by. Now that she sees it, she still feels a little dissatisfied. In her imagination, Fu Zhen should be on the flyover. Pulling the erhu below begging for life.
Tang Wanwan turned his head and glanced at Fu Jianchen next to him, then suddenly said, "Dad, or let's let Brother Fu Zhen go home."