Chapter 24:

The original work is a Danmei horror mystery novel, and it has a high popularity on the website. It is a great honor to find myself in this novel.
Only because of the high heat of the original work, Fu Zhen feels great pressure. What kind of style should he paint? Most of the horror novels are dark corridors, sheets, or pale. Fu is really not impossible to paint such a character, he just wants to paint a different style, he hopes to give people a strange feeling, and the picture is not too bloody.
Fu Zhen pressed his forehead to think for a while, and crackled the four words Guernica on the keyboard. "Guernica" is the background of Picasso’s bombing of Guernica, a small town in northern Spain, and killing innocents. A huge oil painting created, this painting is a combination of cubism, realism and surrealism, giving people a strong sense of tension and horror.
He doesn't have the level of Picasso. He just wants to try to imitate this style to draw a color insert for the author, but he has to ask the author's opinion before painting. After all, this style does not seem to be very acceptable.
The author is a very happy person. After knowing Fu Zhen's ideas, he immediately responded and let Fu Zhen play freely.
Based on the spoilers he searched on the Internet, the personal settings that the original author sent to him, and the key points extracted from each case, Fu Zhen quickly figured out the composition, and after his thinking became clear, Fu Zhen picked it up quickly. When he finally finished editing the sketch, he looked up and found that it was almost one o'clock in the morning.
He packed up his things and went to bed to rest.
January came so quietly. In the new year, nothing seems to have changed, and it seems that it has changed a lot.
In the morning, Fu Zhen brought his computer to a computer repair shop. The repairer shook his head and sighed, "Your computer... I will fix it now. I will definitely find a problem in two days. The computer has been used for several years, so why not change it."
Fu Zhen hummed, responding to the master's words and said, "Wait for a while."
After the master did some operations, the computer was soon able to be used normally. Fu Zhen gave the master fifty yuan and returned to the rental house with the computer in his arms, and continued the color insertion that was not completed last night.
Today is New Year's Day. Most of the tenants in the rental house went out to play. It wasn't until two or three o'clock in the afternoon that they came back from the outside with large and small bags. The originally silent room gradually became noisy, and people talked about themselves. New things encountered.
Fu Zhen stayed quietly drawing pictures in the room. When it was getting dark outside and when it was time to turn on the lights in the room, he raised his head and glanced at the lower right corner of the computer screen. It was five o'clock.
It was estimated that Jiang Hengshu was about to return from work. Fu Zhen turned off the computer and walked out of the room. He sat on the sofa in the living room outside. Not far away, several tenants were playing cards. Laughter and curses continued to come from the kitchen. Exuding the aroma of meals, someone is preparing a sumptuous dinner.
Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Fu Zhen raised his head and looked at the door. The person who walked in was not Jiang Hengshu. Fu Zhen dropped his head and slid his fingers back and forth on the phone screen.
In the next twenty minutes, several people walked in and out, but none of them were Jiang Hengshu. Fu Zhen held the phone tightly. Why did Jiang Hengshu not come back? Did he forget last night? I have an appointment with myself to eat.
There was a sound of pushing the door outside again. This time Fu Zhen didn't look up again. The footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped not far from Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen put down his phone and raised his head. He saw Jiang Hengshu standing not far away looking down at him. His blue eyes were as clear and calm as a lake. Fu Zhen stood up and asked Jiang Hengshu, "Are you back?"
Jiang Hengshu nodded and said to Fu Zhen, "I'll change my clothes and wait for me."
"Yeah." Fu Zhen turned around and watched Jiang Hengshu return to his room.
Soon after, Jiang Hengshu, wearing a black trench coat, walked out of the room. He came to Fu Zhen's side and said, "Let's go."
Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu walked out of this crowded honeycomb-like building. As soon as they walked out of the building, the cold wind swept over with icy snow particles. Fu Zhen shrank his neck and turned his head to look at Jiang Hengshu. He said: "I didn't ask you yesterday, what do you want to eat?"
"Anything."
"Are there any restrictions?"
Jiang Hengshu: "No."
Fu Zhen originally thought about several restaurants, but Jiang Hengshu said that he felt that there was no need to ask the next question. He said to Jiang Hengshu: "Then we can eat barbecue?"
"Ok."
It's okay, no, um, every sentence is short to the extreme, Fu Zhen sighed lightly, walked along the road and called a taxi, and got in the car with Jiang Hengshu.
The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and it was a bit stuffy. Fu Zhen looked out of the window. The street lights along the road were already on, embellishing some shabby city edges with completely different sceneries during the day.
Christmas has just passed, and the traces left behind have not been completely removed. The streets are covered with small lights, Santa’s stickers are glued to the yellow glass windows, and many citizens gather in the large square in front of the mall, watching A grand performance.
The barbecue restaurant that Fu Zhen chose was not too far away from their residence. The taxi cost less than 20 yuan. The barbecue restaurant was full of people. Fu Zhen and the others waited for nearly half an hour to find a place and leaned against the window.
Fu Zhen sat down opposite Jiang Hengshu, and opposite the rotisserie was a cinema. Looking through the transparent glass window, Fu Zhen saw a couple walking towards the cinema holding hands, too far apart. In addition to the dim weather, Fu Zhen couldn't see them clearly even if there were street lights, but he felt that the two people's faces should have smiles.
Jiang Hengshu realized that Fu was really looking outside the window in a daze, and asked him, "What are you looking at?"
Fu Zhen blinked, retracted his gaze, shook his head and smiled at Jiang Hengshu: "I didn't see anything."
Jiang Hengshu turned his head and happened to see the couple hugging each other under the dim street lamp, and the taller one pressed a kiss on the other's forehead.
Jiang Heng looked back nonchalantly, and the waiters quickly delivered the dishes they had ordered. The pork belly oozes fatty oil, and it sizzles in the roasting pan. The squid beard is quickly browned by the fire. Exudes aroma.
The two of them were silent, holding their chopsticks and each eating their own. They were out of tune with the lively atmosphere of the whole barbecue restaurant. Fu Zhen wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say.
To them, this meal is, to some extent, as if it was meant to complete a task.
When checking out, Fu Zhen saw an ice cream vending machine on the left side of the counter, so he bought two cones and handed one of them to Jiang Hengshu: "Here you are."
Jiang Hengshu took the cone that Fu Zhen handed over. In fact, he didn't like these things very much. He just looked at Fu Zhen's bright eyes and for a moment forgot to refuse.
It was less than eight o'clock, and the nightlife had just begun, but they were going back, walking out of the barbecue restaurant, and the cold wind screamed, Fu Zhen sipped the cone in his hand, and matched the cold wind with the cold drink, which was not exciting.
The traffic on the street made a loud whistle. Jiang Hengshu glanced at Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen held the cone he just bought in his hand. The corner of his mouth was stained with white cream, Jiang Hengshu’s He couldn't help but stop, and looked at Fu Zhen.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Hengshu stopped and kept looking at himself. Fu Zhen felt a little uneasy. He blinked and asked Jiang Hengshu, "Is there any problem?"
Under the dim street lamp, Fu Zhen looked at him. His dark eyes were filled with the reflection of Jiang Hengshu. Fu Zhen's face was red with cold. His lips were probably because he had eaten a cone, and the color was even worse than usual. To be more colorful.
Jiang Hengshu seemed to have been tempted. He raised his hand and gently wiped the corner of Fu Zhen's lips with his thumb, and gently wiped off the cream stained there.
Fu Zhen was stunned. He opened his lips slightly and stood still on the spot, motionless, the wind blew, and the melted cream of the cone in his hand dripped down the paper tray onto the red floor tiles under his feet.
There was a snap, as if something fell along with it.
Under the vast starry sky, the neon noisy city, tall buildings stand, and there are busy traffic. He and his shadow overlap under the street lights. The wind gradually stops and the vehicles follow away. At this moment, the world is silent.
Jiang Hengshu retracted his hand and rubbed his thumb and index finger unconsciously. He knew exactly what he had just done. After a long time, he turned around, his eyes lowered, and his beautiful blue eyes were confused.
"Go back." Jiang Hengshu said, walking towards the other side of the road, and they had to take a taxi there.
"Jiang Hengshu..." Fu Zhen spoke softly behind him, calling Jiang Hengshu's name.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Hengshu turned his head.
Fu Zhen asked, "Shall we go to the movies?" His eyes seemed to flash under the street lamp.
Jiang Hengshu was silent, and had not given Fu Zhen an answer for a long time, so Fu Zhen bowed his head in frustration. He seemed to be affectionate.
"Let's go." Jiang Hengshu said.
Fu Zhen stared blankly at Jiang Hengshu's back, and he didn't react to what Jiang Hengshu had just said.
Jiang Hengshu took two steps and found that Fu Zhen hadn't followed. He looked back and saw that Fu Zhen was still there. He asked Fu Zhen, "Why aren't you leaving? Don't you want to go to the movies?"
Fu Zhen followed.
Does Jiang Hengshu understand what he thinks about him? What does he think of himself now?
Fu Zhen remembered that his fingertips had wiped the corners of his lips, where the temperature of Jiang Hengshu still remained, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise.