Chapter 18:

Fu Zhen returned to the rental room, modified the colored inserts drawn yesterday, and sent them to the other party. Not long after, his mobile phone rang with a crash of gold coins. Fu Zhen opened Alipay and took a look at the balance. It was still less than three thousand.
A few days later, it was Christmas. He wanted to buy a gift for Jiang Hengshu to express his gratitude to him. After choosing and choosing on Taobao, he was not very satisfied with those things.
Fu Zhen withdrew from Taobao and posted on Weibo. Now his Weibo fans are a little more than his Alipay balance. There are also many fans who privately wrote his appointments. Among them, Shazhou Chronicle fans account for more than half, Fu Zhen didn't choose the Shazhou Chronicle colleagues this time. He wanted to try another style, so he picked up two Q-version avatars and a personal blog.
Fu Zhen's dream was to be a director, but from the day he was kicked out of the Fu family, he knew that this dream would probably not be realized in his life. It was not that he was incapable of himself, but that Fu Jianchen would never be able to. Let him enter the same circle as Tang Wanwan, Fu Zhen has nothing to say about it.
The weather in Pinghai City has been good for the past two days, with a gentle breeze and a clear sky. Fu Zhen still did not take medicine, but the old injury on his leg did not worsen.
Workers in blue overalls were carrying on the construction site without stopping. After Fu Zhen finished pushing the sand, he took out his mobile phone and took a look at the time, pushed the cart aside, and then turned around and searched for Jiang Heng on the construction site. The special figure came.
He wanted to wait for Jiang Hengshu to go home together. After finding Jiang Hengshu, Fu Zhen took out his sketchbook and sat on the edge of the earth wall, holding a pencil in his hand, sometimes raising his head, looking for Jiang Hengshu’s figure on the construction site. His pen was constantly moving on the white paper, making a squeaking sound. Fu Zhen became more and more engaged. The figure of Jiang Hengshu soon appeared on the drawing paper, and he was sitting under a big tree. , Right knee bends slightly, chin raised, looking a bit rebellious.
Fu Zhen was not satisfied. He always felt that he still lacked a little charm. He stopped his movements and looked in the direction of Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu was carrying a sack of sand on his shoulders. He wore very few clothes. Colored overalls, you can faintly see the lines of muscles below.
Every time you raise your head and find Jiang Hengshu, it seems that there are only two of them left in the whole world. However, this is only Fu Zhen’s illusion. He will soon wake up, and his movements are getting faster and faster. Ben Shang Jiang Hengshu's figure became clearer.
There was fine snow falling in the sky, but Fu Zhen was completely unaware of it. He focused on depicting Jiang Hengshu in his pen, from his slightly rolled trousers to his ruffled shirt collar, to his upward curve. The corners of his lips...until a shadow gradually filled his sketchbook, Fu Zhen was taken aback, and quickly closed the sketchbook in his hand. He raised his head and looked at the shadow’s master, Jiang Hengshu. .
Fu Zhen blinked, and moved his fingers unconsciously while holding the sketchbook. He asked, "Get off work?"
Jiang Hengshu gave a hum, his gaze paused slightly on the sketch book in Fu Zhen's hand, but quickly moved away. Fu Zhen observed Jiang Hengshu's face, and there was nothing unusual. He shouldn't see himself. What was drawing just now.
The wind blew gently, and Fu Zhen stood up from the pile of bricks, holding the sketchbook in his arms, like a young dragon holding a gold coin.
"Let's go." Jiang Hengshu said.
Fu Zhen followed Jiang Hengshu and walked towards the outside of the construction site. The snow fell and heavier. Fu Zhen wore a brown woolen hat on his head. Not long after, a thin layer of fine snow fell on it. It's like a black forest cake just baked.
In order to take care of Fu Zhen who was following him, Jiang Hengshu didn't walk fast. Fu Zhen looked over the earth wall in front and stopped on the wire with the gray-blue sky as the background. Several gray sparrows stood on it. Whispered.
They stopped in front of the bus stop sign. Fu Zhen raised his head in his sketchbook and looked towards the dark sky. Snow fluttering down like dead leaves one after another. Vehicles on the street flew past, blowing a cold wind. , The wind carries fine snow.
Fu Zhen shuddered and moved a little closer in Jiang Hengshu's direction. Jiang Hengshu was turning his head to look in the direction of the construction site, seemingly not paying attention to Fu Zhen's movements.
Not long after the bus came, Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu got on the bus one after another. There were a lot of people in the bus and there were no more seats. Fu Zhen followed Jiang Hengshu to the back half of the bus, Jiang Heng Shu raised his hand to grab the upper ring, while Fu Zhen was holding on to the crossbar next to the rear door.
There were more and more people in the car. Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu were surrounded by the crowd. Their bodies were close to each other, and the warm breath passed from Jiang Hengshu's body. Fu Zhen could hear clearly. The sound of my heart beating in my chest is like the flapping of the wings of a butterfly in spring.
The bus swayed through the city with criss-cross streets. It stopped in front of the school. A wave of people got out of the car through the back door, and another wave of people came up. The only thing that remained unchanged was the car. The environment is still crowded.
After a few more stops, there were gradually more vacant seats in the car. Jiang Heng took one and called Fu Zhen over and let him sit down here.
This kind of thing happened almost every day at the end of get off work. Fu Zhen was very grateful to Jiang Hengshu, his face was blushing, and he whispered, "...thank you."
Jiang Hengshu hummed softly and looked out the window of the car. The thin street trees hurriedly passed by his sight, and the twilight was in harmony.
The night in winter always came earlier than summer. The bus was dim, and the crowded figures formed a shadowy shadow in Fu Zhen's eyes. Unrealistically, he raised his head to look at Jiang Hengshu and asked him: "do you still remember me?"
"What?" Jiang Hengshu didn't hear what Fu Zhen had just said. He looked down at Fu Zhen.
"We saw it in the bus that day." After Fu Zhen said this, he lowered his head slightly, hiding his expression in the dim light.
"Remember." Jiang Hengshu's voice was cold and cold.
But he remembered that at that evening, Fu Zhen was standing on the bus like just now, like a solitary little beast. He did not remember that it was also that night, he and the young man in front of him had gone wrong. Have a joy of fish and water.
Fu Zhen didn't care that Jiang Hengshu had forgotten everything that happened that night. He remembered that the brief encounter on the bus had surprised Fu Zhen. His eyes lit up and he asked Jiang Hengshu: "How can you? Come to the construction site?"
He still remembered Jiang Hengshu's dress that day. He looked more like a boss or a white-collar worker. He really didn't look like someone who should go to the construction site to move bricks.
Jiang Hengshu used the same reason that other workers had said before, and said to Fu Zhen: "Recently, I have been short of money."
"Oh." Fu Zhen thought that Jiang Hengshu might not be telling the truth to himself. After all, moving bricks is not actually a fast-paying job, but he nodded and said nothing else.
I don’t know how much money Jiang Hengshu lacks now and how much he can help him. Fu Zhen added the balance in his bank card and Yu'e Bao. Most of this money is not enough to look at. He decided to go back tonight. Take a few more drawings.
On a windy afternoon, Fu Zhen sat down by the earth wall as usual after pushing the sand, holding the sketchbook and began to draw, but he didn’t draw a few strokes and felt a little pain in his stomach, so he put down the sketchbook. , Clutching his stomach and ran to the toilet.
The sketchbook was originally placed on the edge of the earth wall. It was fine, but when a worker carrying a sandbag passed by here, he didn’t pay attention and touched the sketchbook to the ground. The cardboard cover was spread out and the contents inside were all Show it off.
The workers were busy making money, and no one had the time to look down at Fu Zhen's sketchbook. Only Jiang Hengshu stopped. He saw himself in Fu Zhen's sketchbook.
The north wind blows, the paper is rustling, every page and every pen inside is him.
Jiang Hengshu stood on the spot carrying a sandbag. He remembered what the coworkers had said to him before, they said that the was a pervert. When they were working before, someone saw him often go to and out of bars. Jiang Hengshu didn't care at the time. Whether Fu Zhen liked men or women, he had nothing to do with him.
But now he saw himself in this man's sketchbook, and Jiang Hengshu seemed to understand something.
Jiang Hengshu pretended not to see anything, and walked forward, but he didn't take a few steps, then stopped again, turned around and walked to the place just now, picked up the sketchbook on the ground, and closed it. Put it where it used to be.
There was a shallow sigh in the wind.
Ten minutes later, Fu Zhen came back from the commissary. He knew nothing about what happened under this low wall. He picked up the sketchbook and continued with the unfinished painting until the sky darkened. Hengshu gets off work.
Since Fu Zhen was expelled from the Fu family, his whole person has become a lot more sensitive. Even if Jiang Hengshu behaved almost exactly the same as before on the way back, he still easily noticed that Jiang Hengshu is now Own coldness.
Fu Zhen didn’t know what he had done wrong, and he didn’t dare to ask Jiang Hengshu. He sat on his seat and looked out the window of the car, watching people coming and going, cars coming and going, feeling a little bit more disappointed, but Fu I really understand that one day, he and Jiang Hengshu will be separated. At that time, he would never see such a cold Jiang Hengshu.
For several days, Jiang Hengshu’s attitude became colder and colder. He seemed to be separating from Fu Zhen in a secret way. Fu Zhen understood this and cooperated with Jiang Hengshu to establish the relationship between the two of them. A little bit back to freezing point.
On the construction site, Fu Zhen just sat down after pushing the sand and took out the sketchbook before opening it. Jiang Hengshu walked over and said to Fu Zhen, "You go back first. I have something to do today. I may not go back. ."
Fu Zhen raised his head blankly, grabbed the sketchbook and looked at Jiang Hengshu for a long while, and said, "I see."
After Jiang Hengshu left, Fu Zhen slowly stood up, picked up his sketchbook, and walked out of the construction site alone in the face of the cold wind.