Chapter 31:

"I have time to bring it to my mother--" Madam Jiang's voice stopped abruptly.
It took her a while before she realized what Jiang Hengshu had said to herself. She couldn't believe that this was what Jiang Hengshu would say: "Hengshu, what you said just now, my mother didn't catch it very well."
"The person I like is a man." Jiang Hengshu repeated.
"Hengshu, you didn't joke with your mother, did you?"
Jiang Hengshu shook his head: "Of course not."
Madam Jiang’s two eyebrows were almost squeezed together. She looked at Jiang Hengshu with a little blame in her eyes, but immediately the blame disappeared. She looked at Jiang Hengshu still full of love: "You How could... suddenly like men?"
Jiang Hengshu hesitated and said to Mrs. Jiang: "It's not sudden, I have always liked men."
"He...so?"
Jiang Hengshu gave a hum.
"You two..." Madam Jiang wanted to speak several times, but there was no way to ask this.
Jiang Hengshu said directly: "I chased him."
Madam Jiang slumped on the sofa. She frowned and sighed in a low voice, "What should you do if your grandfather and dad know about this?"
Jiang Hengshu sat down next to Madam Jiang, raised his hand on Madam Jiang’s shoulder, and comforted Madam Jiang: "It's okay, I will tell them."
Madam Jiang sighed for a long time, turned her head and said to Jiang Hengshu: "If I have a chance, I would like to see him."
Jiang Hengshu gave a hum and replied, "I will bring him to see you in the future."
Madam Jiang lightly patted the back of Jiang Hengshu's hand. In fact, she was not quite able to accept that Jiang Hengshu was a homosexual, but it was already like this, and nothing else was of any use.
Since Jiang Hengshu was homosexual before, he didn't like this person, there would be another one.
Mrs. Jiang is not a feudal person. She is very open-minded in most things. Otherwise, she would not agree with Jiang Hengshu to go abroad as a mercenary. But thinking that her child will eventually live with a man for a lifetime, Mrs. Jiang still feels Some are not acceptable.
"You live with him now?" Madam Jiang asked.
"Yes." Jiang Hengshu nodded.
Madam Jiang sighed softly and looked at the opposite son who made herself proud of doing anything. In the end, she had to compromise for him.
Mrs. Jiang told Jiang Hengshu: "Remember to prepare everything when doing things."
Jiang Hengshu's cold face was finally broken, his face was a little blush, and he tried to say to Mrs. Jiang in a calm tone: "I know."
Madam Jiang rarely sees her son's shyness. Seeing him like this, she can't help but chuckles, and the atmosphere in the tea room finally becomes lively again.
"Are you going back tonight?" Madam Jiang asked, holding a teacup.
Jiang Hengshu nodded.
Madam Jiang did not say much about this, and chatted with Jiang Hengshu about his next plan. Watching the sky gradually darken outside, Jiang Hengshu's expression became a little anxious, and Madam Jiang was funny. I let go of Jiang Hengshu and said: "Okay, it's getting late, you can go back."
Mrs. Jiang sent Jiang Hengshu to the outside of the villa and asked Jiang Hengshu to say: "If you have time, remember to go home more."
"knew."
Madam Jiang chuckled lightly: "It's refreshing to agree. Once I leave home, I won't be able to call back."
Jiang Hengshu pursed his lips and did not speak. The setting sun shrouded the top of the mountain, showing an orange brilliance of the exposed land stream. Madam Jiang patted his shoulder: "Okay, see you in a hurry, go back."
Jiang Hengshu hugged Mrs. Jiang after receiving the thousand layers that the housekeeper had handed over. He turned into the car and disappeared from Mrs. Jiang's sight after walking along the mountain road.
The butler noticed that Madam Jiang’s face was not very good, and asked softly: "Why does Madam look not in a good mood?"
Madam Jiang sighed, "When the child grows up, he needs his own home."
"Master has a girlfriend?" The housekeeper was so happy that his eyebrows were flying up, "This is a happy event, why does the madam look unhappy? Is he dissatisfied with Master's girlfriend?"
Madam Jiang sighed lightly and shook her head: "You'll know when you see people."
The housekeeper understood that it was Jiang Hengshu's girlfriend that did not satisfy Mrs. Jiang. He comforted Mrs. Jiang and said: "Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, so Madam need not be too worried."
Madam Jiang nodded: "I hope so."
After Jiang Hengshu returned to the rental house, he sent the Strawberry Melaleuca brought back from home to Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen looked at what Jiang Hengshu was holding. He had just finished eating. Before his brows wrinkled, he heard Jiang Hengshu say: "I didn't buy it, I took it at home."
Fu Zhen opened his eyebrows and smiled instantly, Jiang Hengshu was a little amused, and couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his head.
All the strawberries on the Strawberry Melaleuca are fresh, and the cream is light and not greasy. Fu Zhen hasn't eaten such a delicious cake for a long time. It may also be because it was brought to him by Jiang Hengshu, so it is exceptionally delicious.
Jiang Hengshu sat looking at him, the light fell on Fu Zhen's black hair, and the tips of the hair appeared a bit brown. Jiang Hengshu asked him, "Is it delicious?"
"Yeah." Fu Zhen nodded, as well-behaved as a little hamster.
Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and wiped off the white cream at the corner of Fu Zhen's mouth with the thumb of his thumb. Fu Zhen stopped and felt that this scene seemed a bit familiar. On New Year's Day night, he bought it after paying the bill. Two cones, the cream of the cone hung on the corner of his mouth, and Jiang Hengshu at that time did the same as now.
Fu Zhen came back to his senses and digged a small piece of cake with a spoon and brought it to Jiang Hengshu's mouth. Jiang Hengshu gently shook his head.
Fu Zhen's eyes flickered, and he could clearly see his figure inside. He threw on Jiang Hengshu's face with the warm and sweet breath of strawberries. He asked himself, "Don't you eat?"
Jiang Hengshu shook his head, and Fu Zhen could only put the cake in the spoon into his mouth, and then stretched out a small pink tongue to lick the cream on his lips.
Jiang Hengshu's eyes became fiery in an instant. He took a step forward, bent down to hold Fu Zhen's face, printed his lips on Fu Zhen's lips, and then leaned into his mouth to absorb the sweetness.
After a long time, Jiang Hengshu let go of Fu Zhen and calmly said, "I have eaten."
Fu Zhen blushed, not knowing whether it was because of shyness or excitement. He rubbed his hot cheeks, put the unfinished layer cake back into the box, put it on the window sill outside, and saved it for tomorrow.
Jiang Hengshu sat down and glanced at Fu Zhen's computer screen and asked him, "How long will I have to paint today?"
"It's almost finished."
"Go to bed early, don't stay up late."
Fu Zhen nodded obediently, Jiang Hengshu stretched out his finger and nodded on his forehead, pointed to his ear, and said to Fu Zhen, "I can hear it next door."
Fu Zhen stared at Jiang Hengshu with both eyes. He didn't seem to believe what Jiang Hengshu was saying. Jiang Hengshu patted his head: "So go to bed early."
"I know." Fu Zhen answered obediently.
After Jiang Hengshu left the room, Fu Zhen rendered the color inserts of the painting a little bit to make the whole picture look more harmonious, and then sent it to the author. The author was probably not online and never responded to Fu Zhen, but As soon as Fu Zhen woke up the next morning, he heard the sound of transfer in Alipay, and the author had already called him all the balance.
This day, Fu really had a rare relaxing day. He went out to watch a movie with Jiang Hengshu, had lunch, and went to the amusement park for a long time.
When he came back, the live broadcast of the "Spring Huashan" conference was being shown on the TV in the living room. Fu Zhen also wanted to see if the movie was the one he made back then, so he sat down on the sofa in the living room, Jiang Hengshu sat down with him.
The host of the show is a young girl wearing a blue long dress. She is asking director Zhao Jin: "Why did you take the name Chunhuashan? Does this name have any special meaning to you?"
"When I was young, my father used to take me to climb mountains. The mountain we climbed was Mount Hua. Many life principles were taught to me by my father on the way up. To me, my father is the towering mountain. The green hills shelter me from wind and rain, and hold up a sky for me."
The host asked: "Chunhua Mountain? I don't know where this mountain is?"
The director shook his head: "This happened when I was very young. I can't remember it now. Chunhua Mountain seems to have changed its name."
The hostess did not ask Chun Huashan again, but asked the question between director Zhao Jin and his son, with resentment and tenderness.
"What you said is really good. I believe that our audience friends here have also had similar experiences. Then I heard that your film was made two years ago. Why is it only released now?"
Zhao Jin sighed and replied to the host: "Something happened in my family two years ago, and I temporarily put this movie on hold."
"Then I also heard that when you made this movie, the funds were not particularly sufficient, so the actors invited were all newcomers."
Zhao Jin nodded and continued following the host’s words:
Yes, I didn’t have a name at that time. Investors saw this script as a literary film and they didn’t plan to invest in it, but I didn’t give up. This movie is for To commemorate my dead father, I have been preparing for this movie for many years. I must make it appear on the big screen. In order to raise money, I sold the house in my hometown and the new car."
"It's so touching. I believe your father will be pleased to see this "Spring Flower Mountain" in the Spirit of Heaven."
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Listening to Zhao Jin on TV saying that his father and son are deeply affectionate, listening to him saying how much he had suffered to prepare for the film, and listening to him saying how to be a good father...
Fu Zhen still had no expression on his face, just wondering if Zhao Jin's father would jump out of the ground and slap Zhao Jin.
The real Chunhua Mountain is actually a small rockery. In the small garden behind Fu's house, he liked to give a name to everything he saw when he was just literate. The small rockery he named Chunhua .
It seems that the other party really intends to release the movie he was banned back then, but I don't know how he found the master of his movie.
Maybe Tang Wanwan helped, or maybe Fu Jianchen and the others found it from the treasure chest he buried in the ground, and they couldn't escape them.
Fu Zhen went back to his room and took out his computer to log on to his previous Baidu Cloud account. There were not only the master version of "Spring Huashan", but also some funny clips of them during the shooting, and short videos of the actors blessing Fu Jianchen. As long as these things are released, Zhao Jin will inevitably fail.
It's just a question of when to release it.
If it was in the past, Fu Zhen would never allow anyone to tarnish the gift he gave to Fu Jianchen, and would expose Zhao Jin in the first place, but if it was in the past, Zhao Jin would definitely not dare to put this movie on himself. The name is released.
But now, he was thinking about what he could do to get as much benefit as possible.
He has gone bad.