Chapter 7: Today is still a job

Fu Zhen hadn't seen any signs of bending before, probably because Jiang Hengshu's charm was too great. He bends thoroughly this time, not much stronger than a spring.
Fu Zhen wanted to ask about Jiang Hengshu's current situation, but he didn't know how to speak. When facing Jiang Hengshu, he suddenly became extremely inferior, as if he could not find anything in his body. Admirable advantages.
Jiang Hengshu's cell phone rang at this moment.
He put down the lunch in his hand, took two facial tissues from his jacket pocket and wiped his hands. He stood up and walked aside to answer the phone. His sky blue overalls were half open, revealing the black sweater inside, leaning against him. The abandoned earth wall looked a little lazy, and the sunlight seemed to throw a handful of gold dust on his hair, like a prince walking out of a comic.
After responding to the person on the other end of the phone, he suddenly frowned and said, "I'm not going home."
There was a gentle female voice on the other end of the phone, Fu Zhen was too far away, unable to hear what the other party was saying.
Jiang Hengshu's brows gradually unfolded, and a smile slowly appeared on the corners of his mouth. Fu Zhen guessed that the person on the other end of the phone should be a very important person to him.
He retracted his gaze and opened the foam lunch box in his hand. Today's box lunch is still potatoes and eggplant with greasy fat inside. He picked up the chopsticks and picked out the bug without changing his face.
He is a little monster living in a dark lair. Even if Jiang Hengshu is a homosexual, he may not be able to accept his deformed self. People like him should die alone and die and rot in the mud for many years. In the future, a kind of white flowers may bloom on his grave, and those flowers will talk about their life in the spring wind.
Fu Zhen felt extremely frustrated at once, and his right hand holding the chopsticks froze in mid-air, unable to eat anything.
A thin hole split on one side of the lunch box, and the oily soy sauce-colored soup oozes from the gap and flows into Fu Zhen's hand. He frowned and put his chopsticks aside.
Jiang Hengshu hung up the phone, and when he turned around, he saw that Fu Zhen was looking for something to wipe his hands. He took out the facial tissue from his pocket, bent over and handed it to Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen raised his head. The winter sun was warm and welcoming. His blue eyes were as clear as water, and his thick eyelashes were upturned, casting a small shadow. Fu Zhen was in a daze. He saw his own reflection in there. Figure.
A light breeze brushed his face, and he heard the sound of his heart beating. Fu Zhen was a little lost. He stretched out his hand, took the tissue that Jiang Hengshu had handed over, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."
Jiang Hengshu didn't speak, turned around and sat down beside him.
Suddenly, Fu Zhen had no confidence in pursuing his love. Jiang Hengshu was a very good person who could have a better life, and all of this was something he could not bring to him.
After Fu Zhen returned the remaining half pack of facial tissues to Jiang Hengshu, he packed up his lunch and walked towards the trash can.
Jiang Hengshu raised his head and noticed Fu Zhen's walking posture, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
The sun in winter is not as warm as the summer. Fu Zhen struggled to pull the cart, and a lot of sand was stained on the back of his bare hands. His left leg could not use force, he could only rely on his right leg to accumulate energy. When going uphill, his two eyebrows will be tightly furrowed together, and his lips will be pressed together. His skin is very white, which is sickly white. Because of a lot of exercise, there is a thin layer on his face. Red, beads of sweat slid down the cheeks, gleaming with crystal light in the sun.
Fu Zhen is good-looking, with delicate features and fair skin. Even after two years of wind and rain and wearing shabby overalls, he still looks like a young master who grew up in a nobleman.
The foreman was also surprised that Fu Zhen didn't have to support his family at his age. It shouldn't be too difficult to find a lighter clerk to work.
Fu Zhen used to think so. Although he failed to get a university diploma, it is not difficult to find a light job with his abilities. But I don’t know why. The resume was unsuccessful, and finally received an interview from a company. After the re-examination, the company manager told Fu Zhen that Mr. Fu had confessed that if their company accepted Fu Zhen, the company would immediately go bankrupt.
It was at that time that Fu Zhen began to understand that after he left the Fu family, his life had fallen to the bottom, and they would not give him any chance to turn over.
Only this kind of construction site where you can come to work without an ID card will leave him. Fu Jianchen and the others may know that they are here and they have not sent anyone to drive him away, but their last kindness.
Fu Zhen only worked half a day in the afternoon, took off his overalls and left the construction site early.
When Fu Zhen left, the other workers were resting. Jiang Heng turned his head up and drank half a bottle of water. Then he lowered his head and saw Fu Zhen leaving. He heard the huge whistle from the opposite street. He felt a hint of irritability for no reason, mixed with the meaty jokes the workers were talking about. He patted the dust on his clothes, picked up a bag of sandbags and started working again.
What the foreman came over and saw was Jiang Hengshu carrying a bag of sand humming and humming across the construction site. Compared to the rest of the workers, he nodded, and the thirty yuan of wages was not in vain.
When Fu Zhen returned home, it was less than four in the afternoon. He took a shower and returned to his room, turned on the phone, glanced at the amount in his balance treasure, and cruelly added himself to the computer in the shopping cart. Bought it with the board.
He hasn't drew much in the past two years. Only when his leg hurts so much that he can't work, he would take out the script and draw one or two illustrations.
During the period when he just came out of the Fu family, Fu Zhen was very naive, thinking that he could also break out of the world with his own abilities, but reality forced him to lower his head, and he had to let go of his dreams for this burden. The body is running around.
After the arrival of the computer and the hand-painted board, he probably needs some time to do rehabilitation, and this period of time is just right to sort out the plot characters before the "Shazhou Chronicle". Time has passed too long. "The original outline left him only a little vague memory.
Fu Zhen sat on the bed with a pen and paper, and opened the "Shazhou Chronicle" in Wazhan. The video was downloaded while eating in his restaurant while rubbing against other people's WiFi.
"Shazhou Chronicle" has a lot more barrage than it was when it was first updated four years ago. It has a thick layer. If the barrage is not closed, there is no way to concentrate on watching it.
Fu Zhen's wrist moved quickly, and the pencil made a rustle on the white paper.
He read and wrote for more than three hours, and then raised his eyes, it was already more than eight o'clock in the evening. The air in the room was a bit muddy. Fu Zhen charged the phone and jumped off the bed and walked to the bed. The window opened a narrow gap, and the cold wind rushed in along the gap. Fu Zhen had a cold war. He quickly closed the window. Through the glass window, he saw the faint starlight in the night sky. , And the constant flow of traffic on the streets.
Fu Zhen raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, took out what had just been written down and checked it again.
The story of "Shazhou Chronicle" takes place in the last years of the Yuan Dynasty. It tells the grievances and hatreds between several big families in Shazhou. The heroine is the only blood of the Zhu family who was exterminated and left outside. She changed her identity and returned. After arriving in Shazhou, relying on the blessed beauty and wisdom, he circulated between several families, vowed to investigate the truth of the year and avenge the 132 members of the Zhu family.
Although all the stories of "Shazhou Chronicle" took place in the ancient city of Shazhou, the logic of the whole story is tight, the characters are full, and several plot lines are parallel, and it is composing a song in this small city. A magnificent epic.
When "Shazhou Chronicle" was the hottest, it was once called by critics as the light of animation in China, and foreign video sites wanted to buy the broadcasting rights of "Shazhou Chronicle" in his hands. Before Fu Zhen could reply, he was expelled from the Fu family.
After that, those who wanted to buy the copyright and broadcasting rights were silent.
Back then, Fu Zhen learned a lot with other staff in the studio, but he was not good at animation production. He couldn't do dubbing and dubbing, and he couldn't buy it for more than two thousand yuan. What a good computer, now it is very difficult to pick up the "Shazhou Chronicle" and update it again.
Fortunately, the storyline of "Shazhou Chronicle" was almost completed by Fu Zhen alone. Most of the original paintings were designed by Fu Zhen himself. It is still possible to make a simple 2D animation, but it is destined to make many wait for this one. Fans of the anime update are disappointed.
Fu Zhen turned off his phone and lay on the bed. New Year's Day will be another ten days later. This year will pass again. Counting down the bits and pieces that happened in the past year, Fu Zhen finally left only Jiang Hengshu in his mind. The figure of a person.
In the night at the bar, the two of them had an accident because of an accident, and the lives of two parallel lines had an intersection.
Under the blurred light, sweat slipped from Jiang Hengshu’s cheeks and dripped on Fu Zhen’s chest. Fu Zhen’s whole person was bewildered. He just felt that Jiang Hengshu was hopelessly at this moment, and he couldn’t help but lift it up. Raised his arms around his head.
When being possessed, apart from pain, there was also an inexplicable sense of fulfillment, which made Fu Zhen almost cry.
After being kicked out of the Fu family, he was too eager for someone to love him, so when he merged with Jiang Hengshu, he had the illusion that he had a family.
That is just his illusion, Jiang Hengshu will have his own family in the future.