Chapter 18

Fu Zhen returned to the rental room and painted the picture yesterday. He soon changed his mobile phone to a crash of gold coins. Fu Zhen opened Alipay to take a look at the balance, or 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. He picked and selected some things on Taobao. He was not very satisfied with those things.

Fu Zhen quit from Taobao and boarded micro-blog. Now his micro-blog fans are even more than his Alipay's balance. There are many fans of his letters. Among them, the people in Sha's chronicle account for more than half of them. Fu Zhen did not choose to take the same style in this time. He wanted to try another style, so he took two Q's avatars and a personal ambition. Color inserts.

Fu Zhen's dream was to be a director, but from the day he was expelled from the Fu family, he knew that this dream might not be realized in his life, not that he had no ability, but Fu Jianchen. They would never let him into the same circle as Tang wanwan. Fu Zhen had nothing to say about it.

The weather in these two cities has been good. The breeze is warm and the sky is clear. Fu Zhen still hasn't taken any medicine, but the old injury on his leg has not aggravated.

Workers in blue overalls were constantly carrying them on the construction site. After pushing the sand, Fu Zhen took out his mobile phone, looked at the time, pushed the cart aside, and then turned around to search for Jiang Hengshu's figure on the construction site.

He wanted to wait for Jiang Hengshu to go home together. After finding Jiang Hengshu, Fu Zhen took out his sketch book and sat on the edge of the wall, holding a pencil in his hand. Sometimes he looked up and looked for Jiang Hengshu's figure on the construction site. His pen was constantly moving on the white paper, making a sound of brushing. Fu Zhen was more and more involved. Jiang Hengshu's figure appeared on the painting paper. He sat down Under a big tree, the right knee is slightly bent, and the chin is raised. It looks a little rebellious.

Fu Zhen was not satisfied. He always felt that there was a lack of charm. He stopped his movements and looked in the direction of Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu was carrying a sack of sand on his shoulder. His clothes were very few. Through his blue overalls, the lines of the muscles below could be seen.

Every time I look up to 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. His movements are faster and faster, and the figure of Jiang Hengshu in the sketch book is more and more clear.

There was a fine snow in the sky, but Fu Zhen didn't notice at all. He focused on the description of Jiang Hengshu, from his slightly rolled up trouser legs to his wrinkled shirt neckline, to his upward curled lip corners Until a shadow gradually covered his sketch book, Fu Zhen was startled and quickly closed the sketch book in his hand. He looked up and looked at the master of the shadow, Jiang Hengshu.

Fu Zhen blinked and grabbed the finger of the sketch book and moved unconsciously. He asked, "is it off work?"

Jiang Hengshu said, his eyes slightly stopped on the sketch book in Fu Zhen's hand, but soon moved away. Fu Zhen observed Jiang Hengshu's face, and there was no abnormality. He should not have seen what he was painting just now.

When the wind blows gently, Fu Zhen stands up from the pile of bricks, holding a sketch book in his arms, like a young dragon holding a gold coin.

"Let's go." Jiang Hengshu said.

Fu Zhen followed Jiang Hengshu and walked outside the construction site. The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Fu Zhen wore a brown woolen hat on his head. After a while, a thin layer of snow fell on it. It was like a piece of black forest cake that had just been baked.

In order to take care of Fu Zhen who is following him, Jiang Hengshu is not walking fast. Fu Zhen looks over the wall in front of him and stops on the wire with the gray blue sky as the background. There are several gray sparrows standing on it, chirping and whispering.

They stopped in front of the bus stop. Fu Zhen held the sketch book and looked up at the dark sky. The snowflakes fluttered like withered leaves and fell. The cars on the street sped by, blowing a cold wind with fine snow in the wind.

Fu Zhen shuddered and approached Jiang Hengshu a little. Jiang Hengshu was looking at the direction of the construction site. He didn't seem to notice Fu Zhen's action.

Not long after the bus came, Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu got on the bus one after another. There were many people on the bus, and there were no more seats left. Fu Zhen followed Jiang Hengshu to the rear part of the bus. Jiang Hengshu raised his hand to grasp the rings above, while Fu Zhen was holding on to the cross bar beside the rear door.

There are more and more people on the bus. Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu are surrounded by a crowd. Their bodies are close together. The warm breath is transmitted from Jiang Hengshu. Fu Zhen can clearly hear the beating sound of the heart in his chest, just like the wings of a butterfly in spring.

The bus slouched through the crisscross streets of the city, stopped in front of the school, a wave of people sobbing out of the back door of the car, and another wave of people poured in, the same thing is that the environment on the bus is still crowded.

After a few more stops, there were more and more empty seats on the bus. Jiang Hengshu took one and called Fu Zhen to sit down here.

This kind of thing happens almost every day when he leaves work. Fu Zhen is very grateful to Jiang Hengshu. His face is covered with a trace of blush. He says in a low voice: " Thank youJiang Hengshu gave a gentle hum, and his eyes were looking out of the window. The thin street trees scurried past his sight, and the dusk was in full swing.

The night in winter always comes earlier than in summer. The bus is dark and crowded. Fu Zhen looks up at Jiang Hengshu and asks him, "do you remember me?"

"What?" Jiang Hengshu didn't hear what Fu Zhengang said. He looked down at Fu Zhen.

"We met on the bus that day." After finishing this sentence, Fu Zhen lowered his head slightly and hid his expression in the dim light.

"Yes." Jiang Hengshu's voice is clear and cold.

But he remembered that in the evening of that day, Fu Zhen stood on the bus like he had just done, like a small animal living in isolation. He did not remember that it was the same night that he had a love affair with the young man in front of him.

Fu Shujiang asked: "how did you really forget that he met on the bus for a short time

He still remembers how Jiang Hengshu dressed that day. He looked more like a boss or a white-collar worker than a person who should go to the construction site to move bricks.

Jiang Hengshu used the same reason as other workers before and said to Fu Zhen: "there is a lack of money recently."

"Oh." Fu Zhen thinks that Jiang Hengshu may not have told himself the truth. After all, moving bricks is not a quick job, but he nodded and didn't say anything else.

I don't know how much money Jiang Hengshu is short of and how much he can help him. Fu Zhen adds up the balance in his bank card and yu'ebao. It's not enough to take out the money. He decides to go back tonight and pick up some more drawings.

On a windy afternoon, after pushing the sand, Fu Zhen sat down beside the wall as usual, holding a sketch book and began to draw. However, he didn't draw a few strokes, so he felt some pain in his stomach. He put down the sketch book, covered his stomach and ran to the toilet.

There was nothing wrong with the sketch book on the side of the wall, but some workers carrying sandbags didn't notice when they passed by. The sketch book was touched on the ground, and the cover made of cardboard was spread out, and all the contents were revealed.

The workers were busy making money, and no one had time to look down at what was painted in Fu Zhen's sketch book. Only Jiang Hengshu stopped, and he saw his figure in Fu Zhen's sketch book.

North wind blowing, the paper Hua Hua Hua flip, inside every page, every pen is him.

Jiang Hengshu stood in the same place with his sandbag on his shoulder. He remembered what his workmates had said to him before. They said that the little lame man was a pervert. Before that, when they worked, some people saw him often go to gay bars. Jiang Hengshu didn't care at that time. Whether Fu Zhen liked men or women, he had nothing to do with himself.

But now he saw his figure in this person's sketch book, and Jiang Hengshu seemed to understand something.

Jiang Hengshu pretended that he didn't see anything. He stepped forward, but he didn't take a few steps. He stopped again. He turned around and went to the place where he had just been. He picked up the sketch book on the ground, closed it and put it in the previous position.

There was a shallow sigh in the wind.

Ten minutes later, Fu Zhen came back from the small sales department. He knew nothing about what happened under the low wall. He picked up the sketch book and continued the unfinished painting until it was dark and Jiang Hengshu left work.

Fu Zhen has as like as two peas of the river since he was driven out of Fu's house, and became sensitive to many. Even on the way back, Jiang was almost the same as before. However, he easily noticed Jiang's cold self.

Fu Zhen didn't know what he had done wrong, and he didn't dare to ask Jiang Hengshu. He sat in his seat and looked at the people coming and going. He felt a bit lost in his heart. But Fu Zhen understood that one day, he and Jiang Hengshu would have to be different. At that time, he wanted to see such a cold and indifferent Jiang Hengshu, but he couldn't see it.

For several days in a row, Jiang Hengshu's attitude became more and more cold. He seemed to be drawing a line with Fu Zhen in a secret way. Fu Zhen understood this and cooperated with Jiang Hengshu to reduce their relationship to the freezing point.

On the construction site, as soon as Fu Zhen finished pushing the sand and sat down, he took out the sketch book and had no time to open it. Jiang Hengshu came over and said to Fu Zhen, "you go back first. I have something to do today. Maybe I won't go back."

Fu Zhen looked up at Jiang Hengshu for a long time and said, "I know."

After Jiang Hengshu left, Fu Zhen stood up slowly, picked up his sketch book, and walked out of the construction site alone in the cold wind.