Chapter 54

Fu Zhen never took Tang's words to heart. After hanging up with Tang, he continued to discuss the next plot with several other teachers. They planned to make the next episode of Shazhou chronicle before May.

The mirror teacher looked at the script that Fu Zhen took over, frowned and asked Fu Zhen, "do you really want to do this?"

Fu Zhen understood that the impact of the next episode was a little big. After all, I'm afraid the dead can form a group, but he still nodded: "it's been a long time before."

The teacher sighed, shook his head and said to Fu Zhen, "fans will be crazy."

Wang Tong is doing special effects by the side, heard this sentence quickly came to ask: "what's the matter?"

The mirror teacher knew that Wang Tong was a loyal fan of Shazhou chronicle. With the mentality of watching the good play, he handed the script made by Fu Zhen to Wang Tong. After only turning two pages, Wang Tong uttered a Scream: "ah -"

the voice was so tragic that it made people cry.

Wang Tong threw down the script in his hand, raised his hand and crazily shook Fu Zhen's shoulder: "madam, this is not true. Please tell me that it is not true ah ah ah!"

"Don't be excited, don't be excited. These are all foreshadowed in front of us. The cavalry we found on the night when we went back to sunset city from ah wan..." Fu Zhen explained to Wang Tong as much as possible that all that happened next was inevitable.

However, at this time, Wang Tong seems to be a completely irrational wife, "I don't listen to me. How can my wife let Cui Difeng die so easily, how can Huang lie die, and the whole family has been killed. What's your humanity, madam?"

When Fu Tong looks up at the studio, he doesn't want to smile at the world.

Wang Tong noticed the change of Fu Zhen's expression. He turned his head in fear and saw Jiang Hengshu. Wang Tong's two hands gently brushed Fu Zhen's shoulders and said, "sister-in-law, you can see that the dust is falling here. I'll pat you. That's me I have something else to do. You and my boss can have a good chat

Wang Tong flashed over the river and ran into the corridor outside.

Jiang Hengshu doesn't pay any attention to Wang Tong. He carries some night snacks in his hand and puts them on the table in the middle of the room. These are brought to other staff in the studio.

He asked Fu Zhen, "do you want to eat out?"

Fu Zhen shook his head. Now he is in charge of the script of the whole story and a bit of split lens. There is really no way to go home earlier than other staff members. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "wait a moment. Today's work will be over soon."

Jiang Hengshu nodded and sat down on one side of the chair. He watched Fu Zhen with his brush in his hand and was absorbed in modifying a part of the lens he had just painted. Jiang looked at him quietly, watching his long eyelashes flickering with his eyes, and seeing him move his brush rapidly. A beautiful figure silhouette appeared in his pen a few days ago It flows away in silence.

Jiang Hengshu waited until seven o'clock in the evening. It was already dark and everyone in the studio was empty. Fu Zhen made a summary of today's work and made a schedule for tomorrow's work. Then he packed up his things and left with Jiang Hengshu.

Jiang Hengshu asked Fu Zhen, "will it be too tired?"

Fu Zhen shook his head and said, "no, actually I haven't done anything. I just paint a few pictures every day. If I'm busy for another week or so, the workload will be less."

Jiang Hengshu nodded. He was busy with the company and couldn't keep company with Fu Zhen every day. It was very good for him to be so full. Jiang Hengshu told him, "don't always sit and exercise more."

"Yes," Fu Zhen replied, dragging a long syllable. It sounded like a little coquettish. In order to show Jiang Hengshu that he was not dealing with him, Fu Zhen continued, "I bought some abdominal muscle wheels, dumbbells, and two treadmills, and put them in the room next to the studio."

Fu Zhen has a leg injury, so he can't run, but he can walk slowly.

Jiang Hengshu nodded, satisfied with Fu Zhen's arrangement. "What would you like to eat later?"

"Let's go and eat Cantonese food."

The red light at the intersection turned on, and Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhen stopped until the green light came on again and the vehicles stopped. They did not cross the road hand in hand.

When Fu Zhen crossed the pedestrian road and looked back, he saw Fu Jianchen on the opposite side of the road. Fu Jianchen was standing under a high street lamp. Under the light, his figure somehow bent. He was not as tall and powerful as before. Fu Zhen realized in a trance that Fu Jianchen was gradually aging.

But this has nothing to do with him any more. Even if Fu Jianchen is old, Fu ting and Tang quwan will naturally accompany him.

Fu Zhen's heart was filled with sour emotion. After a long time, he withdrew his sight, held Jiang Hengshu's hand tightly, and continued to walk towards the end of the street.Fu Jianchen was still standing in the dim yellow light. He raised his head and held out his hand. Small snow grains fell on his fingertips. This was probably the last snow he could see before spring came.

Time seems to coincide with a certain moment in the past. In those unknown years of Fu Jianchen, Fu Zhen once stood alone in the boundless street, looked up at the snow in the sky, and then left alone at a loss when the green light came on.

Fu Jianchen watched Fu Zhen's figure go away a little, and finally disappeared in his sight.

The case of true and false directors of chunhuashan has officially opened, and the judge is also the first to judge such a case. You say that a real director is still alive, not dead, and dare to put a film under his own name and send it to the relevant department for examination, and it has been successfully shown.

It's stupid, stupid.

The judge didn't know what to say about the director Zhao Jin.

The case was adjudicated on the spot, and Zhao Jin paid a total of 550 million yuan to Fu Zhen. After Fu Zhen got the money, he paid some taxes, as well as the site fee and staff fee paid by Fu ting to him during the filming of Chunhua mountain. He had less than 200 million yuan left in his hand. This fund is enough for Fu Zhen to update the chronicle of Shazhou After that, there should be a lot left. He can continue his dream and make a film that he is interested in.

Tang was also paying close attention to the case. When she learned that Fu Zhen could get more than five billion yuan in compensation, she was so angry that her fingers were shaking. Did she really have no way to take Fu Zhen.

The only thing that Fu Zhen has now is the accident in the crew two years ago. If Fu Zhen is still unwilling to give her the copyright, she will have to do something about it.

The servants had long found that since Tang had left the Fu family, the Fu family had become more and more desolate. They often saw Fu Jianchen sitting alone in the living room, and the video he found in the rockery was shown on TV. He watched it over and over without saying a word.

The lights in the living room were not turned on. The darkness and loneliness gradually wrapped Fu Jianchen into a silent shell. He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes. He had few regrets in his life. This was the only thing that made him unable to forgive himself for the rest of his life.

On the tea table in front of him was a file bag with the information about Jiang Hengshu written in it. Fu Jianchen realized that Jiang Hengshu was the only successor of the river family in Hexi. He graduated from university and went abroad to study abroad. Fu Jianchen just came back from abroad last year.

Fu Jianchen did not know how he met Fu Zhen, nor did he know that he should be happy to mention Fu Zhen or feel difficult for himself Yes.

The happy thing is that Jiang Hengshu has the ability to protect Fu Zhen instead of them. Unfortunately, Fu Zhen probably won't need them any more.

I hope Jiang Hengshu doesn't make their baby sad any more.

What happened to him at that time? Fu Jianchen began to smile, with endless bitterness in his smile. He raised his hands and covered his eyes, just as Fu Zhen did on the worn-out sofa in the rental room for countless early hours.

Tang wanwan found Fu ting and hoped that he could help him get the copyright of Shazhou chronicle from Fu Zhen's hand. However, in view of the coldness of the Fu family's father and son to their own attitude during this period of time, Tang took the initiative to explain to Fu Ting: "I have never done anything to Fu Zhen."

Fu Ting turned his head and turned to Tang. He lowered his eyes and said slowly, "in fact, I don't care what you did?"

Tang wanwan thought that Fu Ting was still on his side. He couldn't help smiling: "brother..."

But before she finished her words, Fu Ting chuckled and said to Tang, "I just want to see the result."

Fu Zhen's sufferings were all given by the three of them. Fu Ting had never thought of escaping from it.

Tang frowned and frowned, "what's wrong with you, brother? And Dad Are you hating me for Fu Zhen? What did I do wrong? At that time, it was clearly me who was hurt

"We resent ourselves even more," Fu Ting said calmly. "You can do it yourself."

Tang curved in the heart can not help but produce resentment, she asked Fu Ting: "I am not your own sister? Why do you treat me like this? Have you not counted the last two years? "

Fu Ting turned his head and looked at Tang bending. His eyes were calm and cold. He said to Tang: "no, never."

"Those two years were the most regretful two years of my life."

"We have the same blood on us!" Don called to him.

"So what? What does it have to do with me? "

Fu Ting turned around and left here. He still had the DNA identification from the hospital, which had not been opened up.

The author has something to say: I want to tell you that my copy of "kiss love: the president's secret lover" is not my advance receipt, it is the original of this book, and Tang quwan is the female owner of this book!!! (I always feel that you have misunderstood something)