Chapter 11

The exclamation mark of milk yellow bag is too fast. Fu Zhen's mobile phone is too old to respond. It took a while to spit out all the exclamation marks sent by the milk yellow bag, and then spit out a lot of rainbow farts.

[ah, ah, ah, Mrs. immortal, I'm going to cry]

[I just licked the screen for five minutes]

[we can save milk yolk, we can help mother to cry]

Fu Zhen couldn't laugh or cry at these words.

[is there anything else that needs to be modified? ]

[without my wife, I love you so much]

the draft that Fu Zhen has just sent is the one that she has seen most satisfying when she asked for a manuscript in recent years. She has found painters before. Some of them have never seen the Chronicle of Shazhou, some have seen but have no idea of milk yellow CP, and some painters can't. no matter how complete the picture is, it's always a little poor Feeling.

But Jian Wen's draft is different, which gives her the illusion that she is not looking at the picture of the same person, but looking at the original work. Milk yellow bag holding this sketch is so excited that she can't sleep. Now she only hopes that her wife's coloring can be as excellent as his draft.

Thinking of this, milk yellow bag can't help but point into Fu Zhen's Micro blog to have a look, and then disappointed to find that his photo album is really all sketches, not a painted one, this fairy lady is not just learning to paint.

But 150 buy such a draft milk yellow bag also feel worth.

Thinking of today's day, the foundation friends said that they would only find a small transparent proposal after filling their brains with water. The milk yellow bag threw the sketch they had got to the foundation friends, and then quietly waited for the voice of their worship.

However, the idea of the alumni completely deviated.

[the rose is really too strong]

[it's milky yellow in my mind, I cried]

[there are no white flowers in the bag, I declare the first place of this year's milk yellow]

[the style of the rose is not the same as before, but it is closer to the original work, and the rose has real disadvantages]

Seeing that the friends all agree that this picture is drawn by Gong Qiang, the milk yellow bag has to be clarified quickly.

[this is a painting by Mrs. Jianwen]

and then her alumni Qiqi asked the question from the soul: who is Jianwen?

Milk yellow bag had to explain to them that Jianwen was the transparent painting hand that they said before.

So in the next minute, the exclamation marks and rainbow farts that the milk yellow bag gave to Fu Zhenfa reappeared in this group again. No one could have imagined that a small transparent painter with a price of 150 could draw a level of 1500.

What Fu Zhen has to do next is to guide the sketch into the coloring. He has not done this work for more than two years. This is the reason why he told him that it would take five days to complete the color insert of milk yellow bag. After getting familiar with all the operations, it was very late. Fu Zhen turned off his computer, put down his mobile phone and fell asleep.

The next morning, Fu Zhen opened the door of the room and saw Jiang Hengshu standing at the door of the living room with his luggage. He was wearing a black windbreaker and carrying a black suitcase in his hand. He broke into Fu Zhen's world with the wind and snow outside.

Fu Zhen thought he was dreaming. He raised his hand, rubbed his eyes, and blinked. Jiang Hengshu was still standing there, looking cold.

Fu Zhen was so excited that he didn't know what expression to make on his face. He had no hope for Jiang Hengshu to move to this rental house. Now he let him open the door and saw him.

The long night is gone, a glance of ten thousand years.

After seeing the house, Jiang Hengshu signed a three-month rental contract with the landlord. However, he should not be able to live here for such a long time. After this business is completed, he will return to the Jiang family to take over the family's business.

Jiang Hengshu takes the key from the landlord and puts his luggage in his room. When he closes the door and turns to work, he finds Fu Zhen waiting for him in the living room.

Fu Zhen laughed, his eyes bent, as if he had met something happy. He asked Jiang Hengshu, "do you want to go together?"

Jiang Hengshu nodded and went out of the rental house together with Fu Zhen. In the old stairwell, the two people's footsteps clattered and echoed with the sound of knocking on the wall upstairs.

The bus was very crowded in the morning. Fu Zhen's whole body almost had to stick to Jiang Hengshu's body. Jiang Hengshu's right hand supported one side of the armrest, and his left hand was on the back of his chair. From a distance, it seemed that Fu Zhen was surrounded by himself.

There were more and more people on the bus, the air became cloudy, and the noise of passengers was in his ear. Every morning when Fu Zhen went to work, he spent his time in this way. But today, looking at the tall building far away from the window, he felt peaceful for the first time.

After another bus stop, Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and patted Fu Zhen on the shoulder: "sit there."

Fu Zhen turned his head, and Jiang Hengshu stood in front of him. His eyes and eyebrows were just like the day he first saw him.……

Tang, who has been filming outside, finally returned to Pinghai today. She got off the plane and went back to Fu's home.

Knowing that Tang wanwan is going home today, Fu Ting came back from the company early. When he got home, Tang had been waiting for him at home for a while.

Seeing that Fu Ting came back, Tang bent forward and took Fu Ting's arm: "brother, I miss you so much."

A smile flashed in Fu Ting's eyes. He patted the back of Tang's crooked hand: "I don't want to come back earlier."

"The crew is too busy these days."

Fu Ting said, "don't be too tired."

Tang bending should know, and then to Fu Ting sajiao begged: "brother, I want to shoot the recent online fire that sandbank chronicle, but I can't contact the director of the sand island chronicle, can you help me?"

Fu Ting was stunned for a moment, and his expression was a little trance. After a while, he asked again, "Shazhou chronicle?"

"Yes, yes." Tang bowed heavily nodded. In fact, she did not see the animation. She always thought that animation is only for children. But since it can be praised as the light of Chinese animation, it should have many advantages. In addition, many producers are planning to buy the copyright of this play, so as to promote the new people in their hands. Tang naturally does not want this opportunity to fall into the hands of others.

Tang wanwan has read the introduction of "the chronicle of sandbanks". If it is adapted properly, it should be a very good major female host's play. She wants to consolidate her position by using this play, and at the same time, she also wants to use this play to attack several awards that she failed to win this year.

Fu Ting's expression seemed a little strange. He asked Tang, "do you have to shoot this one?"

"Can't you shoot it?" Tang bent around staring at two big eyes, Fu Ting refused to stick in the throat I may not be able to find the director of Shazhou chronicle. "

After listening to Fu Ting's words, Tang crooked his lips in displeasure.

After a while, Fu Jianchen came down from the upstairs. He was already in his forties this year. Years not only left too many traces on him, but also added countless charm to him. Looking at his favorite daughter, Fu Jianchen asked with a smile: "what's the matter? Who made our little princess unhappy

As soon as Tang saw Fu Jianchen come down, Tang immediately released Fu Ting's arm and trotted towards Fu Jianchen. He begged him, "Dad, I want to take the chronicle of Shazhou. Can you help me buy the copyright?"

Fu Jianchen also felt that the name seemed familiar, but he could not remember where he had heard of it. He said casually, "let your brother do this."

Tang curved mouth began to hang oil bottle, she said: "brother said he can't find the director of Shazhou chronicle."

"Just check it out."

"Dad is the best." Tang crooked on tiptoe and gave Fu Jianchen a kiss on his left cheek. Then she told him with some embarrassment, "Dad, Qin Zhao asked me to go out for a date, and I won't eat at home in the evening."

Fu Jianchen said, "go ahead and come back early."

"I see." Tang curved on high heels and ran upstairs to his room, ready to date this evening.

After Tang left, Fu Jianchen went down the stairs, sat down on the sofa, and said to Fu Ting, "if you want to take pictures, you can help her spend some snacks."

"Shazhou chronicle..." Fu Ting took a breath and said to Fu Jianchen, "four years ago, we set up a small studio for Fu Zhen. At that time, he made an animation, which is the chronicle of Shazhou."

Fu Jianchen was obviously stunned for a moment. He didn't know why. He always recalled many things in his youth these days, which were mostly related to Fu Zhen.

He dreamt that little Fu Zhen was sitting in the pool with the Yellow duckling in his arms. When he saw that he came back from the company, he threw down the duckling and sprawled out of the water with two arms, but he didn't stand firm and fell into the pool again.

in his dream, when he was in kindergarten, he was unwilling to leave home, clutching his pants, not letting go, crying and burping Fu Ting was laughing all the time.

he also dreamt that when he was very young, he would ride on Fu Jianchen's stomach and lift up his pajamas every morning. He would giggle and pat his belly gently, until Fu Jianchen opened his eyes and held up the little bastard.

……

And these dreams are often accompanied by Fu Zhen falling in a pool of blood, with a kind of resentment at the end of his eyes.

Fu Jianchen's face was not very good. He seemed to have been put into a nail in his head. If he was careful, he would draw blood.

The living room was silent. After a while, he whispered to Fu Ting, "since you want to shoot, you can find someone to buy the copyright from him."

The author has something to say: Although still pour in the blood pool, but no abortion this plot! Never will be!