Chapter 130

Jiang Hengshu at the other end of the phone did not speak. The two people were silent. Their long breath seemed to be mixed with a light sigh. Fu Zhen knew that Jiang Hengshu was also missing himself.

He inhaled his other nose, looked at the darkened sky outside the shed, took a breath, and said to Jiang Hengshu at the other end of the phone, "OK, I'm going to have dinner. You can eat earlier."

Jiang Hengshu said, and two people delayed for a while and then hung up the phone.

Jiang Hengshu went downstairs and ate casually. He would return to the office. Since Fu Zhen left, he had to work overtime almost every night.

Since the president has worked overtime, it is impossible for the company's employees to go home with their bags on their back. Although they say that the subsidies given by the company are very good and there are still night snacks at night, most of the employees still hope to go home as soon as possible to enjoy a happy night life.

Soon, these employees knew that Fu had gone to other places, and no one was waiting for him when Jiang Hengshu came home. Only in this way did they put their limited life into infinite work.

So when can you come back, Fu! Help us!

Jiang Hengshu was sitting behind his desk, flipping through the documents in his hand. Only occasionally he stopped suddenly and looked at the direction of the sofa. Only in a trance could he remember that Fu Zhen was no longer in Pinghai City, and it would be a long time before he could come back.

He took back his sight and went on working.

There was a knock on the door. Jiang Hengshu didn't look up. He was calculating the data on the report. A strange man's voice rang in his ear and said to Jiang Hengshu, "president, Secretary Dong has something to leave. Let me send this document to you."

Jiang Hengshu said, "put the documents on the table."

Although the documents were put on the desk, the assistant did not leave. He spoke softly and called out: "Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Hengshu put down his signature pen and looked up. Seeing the man's appearance, he remembered that he was the new assistant of secretary Dong. Jiang Hengshu asked in a deep voice, "is there anything else?"

"Mr. Jiang, have you had dinner? I bought two bentos. Shall I bring them to you? "

Jiang Hengshu's brow slightly frowned, refused: "no, there is nothing you can go."

However, the assistant did not leave immediately. He still stayed in Jiang Hengshu's office. His eyes wandered on Jiang Hengshu's desk for a while. Then, as if he had made some major decision, he stepped forward, his body was close to the desk, and his expression on his face looked very amorous.

"Mr. Jiang, I heard that Director Fu has gone to other places to film," he leaned forward and asked Jiang Hengshu in a low voice, "would you not feel lonely when you were alone at night?"

Jiang Hengshu said to the young man without expression: "it's time for you to leave."

"I can do what he can, and I can do what he can't do. Mr. Jiang, you can think about me. I promise nothing will be revealed," the assistant untied several buttons of his shirt and said to Jiang Hengshu in a voice that he thought was a temptation. "I am younger than him and know more than him."

"He is twenty-three years old. How old are you?" Jiang Hengshu's tone is slightly ironic.

Assistant's voice, he has been 25 this year, he really did not think Fu Zhen would be so young.

Jiang Hengshu moved the chair back a little, took the mobile phone on the desk in his hand, opened the call record and found the name of secretary Dong.

The assistant still didn't believe that there were men who didn't cheat. He asked Jiang Hengshu, "what do you like about him?"

Do you need a reason to like it?

Jiang Hengshu always feels that this question is a little familiar. Before that, Fu Zhen seemed to have thrown himself on him and asked him what he liked about himself. Jiang Hengshu could not help pursing his lips and chuckling, with a shallow tenderness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Looking at Jiang Hengshu's expression, the assistant knew that he was thinking of Fu Zhen again. It seemed that the relationship between Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhen was really good, but he really didn't want to give up this good opportunity that might fly into the sky. "Why doesn't President Jiang want to think about me? Jiang is not the only one with Fu guide... "

"You're fired." Jiang Hengshu raised his head and said to the assistant with a cold face.

The assistant didn't expect Jiang Hengshu to fire him so simply. He immediately called out, "Mr. Jiang!"

Jiang Hengshu ignored the assistant's cry and called Secretary Dong to inform him to find another assistant.

Then he mercilessly said to the assistant in front of him: "are you going out by yourself or I'll let the security guard take you out."

The assistant was frightened by Jiang Hengshu's operation. He knew that he had paid for his wife today. He was not good at saying anything. He had to leave Jiang Hengshu's office in dismay.

After the assistant left, Jiang Hengshu was the only one left in the office. He picked up the photo frame at the corner of the table. There were pictures of Fu Zhen in the frame.

He remembered that they met for the first time. In the crowded bus crowd, he plunged into his arms and his heart, and began to take root and grow into a towering tree.Like a person where need what reason, but at a certain moment suddenly have the desire that wants with him white head.

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Fu Zhen was sitting in front of the monitor with a walkie talkie, and his brow was frowning tightly. Because the van was turned at the wrong angle, the camera never passed. He touched his chin, and he had to go back and find a way.

He looked at the time. It was almost nine o'clock. It was almost time to finish work and go back to the hotel. Fu Zhen yawned and took the walkie talkie to his mouth. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the ground under his feet suddenly shook violently. The poles supported on all sides were shaking and trying to fall down. At the same time, there was chaos outside, including screams, broken porcelain and props All kinds of voices mixed together. In this disorderly sound, the poles on the four sides of the shed fell two times, just like being pushed a domino, and immediately fell apart, and Fu Zhen was directly thrown into it.

The shed was covered with cloth, but it was not so heavy that it almost felt like it was pressed on the body. It was just that the monitor turned down with the cabinet in the earthquake and hit Fu Zhen's left leg. Fu Zhen took a breath.

His leg looks like an ordinary person when he walks now, but it's not normal. I'm afraid he has to start rehabilitation again after being hit like this.

Outside came the deputy director's loud cry: "is the earthquake, get down quickly!"

"Down, down."

The sound was louder and louder. The sound of panic and scream had disappeared. The shaking of the ground seemed to be more violent than before. Fu Zhen was lying on the ground and thought as far as possible to a happy place. Their place was remote and desolate, and there should be no casualties.

"Mr. Fu, what are you doing?" The deputy director's voice rang again.

"Xiaozhen is still down there."

"There is no cloth on the shed. It can't be crushed."

"He has a bad leg. I'm afraid he'll have an accident down there."

Fu Jianchen's voice is getting closer and closer, and the earthquake is still continuing. Although the earthquake is a little smaller than before, no one can guarantee that it will suddenly become bigger later.

"Leave me alone, I'm fine!" Fu Zhen yelled out to the outside. He hoped Fu Jianchen could go to a flat place to lie down. His mobile phone seemed to be on the table just now. As soon as the shed collapsed, he didn't know where the cell phone was.

Fu Jianchen didn't leave. Instead, he pulled all the collapsed cloth aside, took the pole to one side, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and searched for Fu Zhen's figure on the shaking ground in the dark. Finally, he saw Fu Zhen with his legs pressed under the monitor.

Fu Jianchen's eyebrows wrinkled and his face was full of bitterness. He squatted down and pushed the monitor on Fu Zhen's leg aside. He complained to Fu Zhen: "he said he was OK."

The earthquake seemed to be over, the earth returned to calm, the crew also recovered from their panic, turned on the flashlight, and began to clean up the mess.

Some people turned on their mobile phones and found that there was still a signal. The earthquake just happened to be 4.8 magnitude, and there might be aftershocks. They were not very lucky. They happened to be in the near earthquake area. Most netizens on Weibo said that they just felt that the bed had shaken.

Fu Jianchen carried Fu Zhen on his back. Just now, in order to make a film, they had already removed all the four wheels of the van. Now the repair master does not know where to go. At this time, it was not easy to take a taxi. Fu Jianchen simply called 120 first aid, carrying Fu Zhen to the far road to wait for the car.

Fu Zhen lies on Fu Jianchen's back. It seems that he went back to many years ago. His father was still very young at that time, like superman in the animation. He is always omnipotent. But now his hair has gone through many vicissitudes.

It's about ten minutes' walk from here to the main road, which is the same distance as the hotel. Fu Jianchen walked very fast. There were small snowflakes floating in the sky and soft fluorescence in the cold moonlight.

The snow whirled in the north wind, and the bare branches swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound. The shadows were reflected by the moonlight on the ground covered with mournful grass, and they danced like ghosts.

Facing the wind and snow, Fu Zhen's chin was against Fu Jianchen's shoulder. He could clearly hear Fu Jianchen's rapid breathing. By the moonlight, everything related to the past was like a long picture in front of his eyes, slowly unfolding.

When he was expelled from Fu's house, he hid in the alley and watched Fu Jianchen and Tang quwan leave together from a distance. He had thrown gold coins one after another in the wishing pool of the botanical garden, praying to return to the past, but when he turned around, he saw Tang's flaunting face on the screen. In the heavy snow, he picked up the memories of the past as sugar, together with pain and tribulation Start swallowing Finally, all he had left in his mind was the longevity position in Yunlu temple.

A wisp of green smoke twined up, and his name was hazy on the position of longevity.

Fu Zhen's eyes suddenly moistened, tears seeped from the corners of his eyes and slid down his cheek. His eyes stopped on Fu Jianchen's white hair.

He didn't want Fu to be so old. He wanted him to be young and tall forever.

He put his arm around Fu Jianchen's neck, and a lot of words stuck in his throat. In the end, he just called out in a low voice: "Dad..."Fu Jianchen was shocked. After a long time, he carefully returned to Fu Zhen and said, "Dad is here."

The ambulance came soon. He helped Fu Zhen fix his leg and took him to the hospital. When he was in the car, Jiang Hengshu called to inquire about Fu Zhen's situation. Fu Jianchen simply said something to him and gave Fu Zhen his mobile phone.

In the hospital, after the examination, the doctor said with a bit of regret: "his leg originally recovered very well, this time such a blow, it is difficult to recover to the previous level."

Fu Chen said with a smile, "it's OK."

Fu Jianchen pursed his lips and did not speak for a long time.

All of these are caused by him, and how many times he would like to be able to take the place of Fu Zhen to bear the pain.

Fu Zhen could see guilt and regret from Fu Jianchen's face. If he had been happy before, he would have felt heartache at this time. He stretched out his hand and put it on the back of Fu Jianchen's hand, comforting him and saying, "it's really OK. It was said that it's impossible to recover well before, but later he recovered very well."

Fu Jian Chen, er, pushed Fu Zhen to the ward. Two people ate something. Fu Zhen was a little tired and went to sleep. Fu Jianchen watched for a while and got up to go out to wash his face.

As a result, as soon as I looked up, I saw Jiang Hengshu coming. It's only three hours since the earthquake happened. It's not easy for him to come here so quickly.