Chapter 136

After returning to Pinghai city in late February, Fu Zhen began to concentrate on preparing the short video. He discussed this short video with Mr. Qi Delong and Mr. Feng Zheng when he was shooting "the sky is falling". They all think that Fu Zhen's idea is very good, but if you want to realize it all, Certainly need a huge investment, and since the above request is a short film, the money that you want to give should not be too much.

Fu Zhen also understood this, but still didn't want to give up his idea, so he called Jiang Hengshu and asked how much he had in his small vault.

However, he learned that the cash in his small vault was almost zero. Part of the money he earned during this period was used in the operation of the studio, while the other part was invested by Jiang Hengshu.

Fu Zhen sighed and inexplicably said to Jiang Hengshu, "why am I getting more and more empty in my pocket?"

Jiang Hengshu replied to Fu Zhen and said, "if you want to take it, you must give it first, and then you will have more money in your pocket."

Fu Zhen:

Although this sentence is very reasonable, but Fu Zhen always thinks it is a little wrong.

"What do you need money for? Are you going to make a new movie? " Jiang Hengshu asked Fu Zhen at the other end of the phone. He still has some cash in his hand. Fu Zhen can transfer it to him if he needs to.

"That's the short film I was going to shoot."

Jiang Hengshu knows that Fu Zhen wants to shoot a short video, which requires only eight to ten minutes, so he should not spend too much money. Jiang Hengshu thinks that Fu Zhen's change can be enough. If he wants to make the next film, he will have a large amount of box office income when "falling ceiling" is released, so he can not delay the shooting of his next film.

But Jiang Hengshu didn't expect that Fu Zhen would need so much money to shoot a short video.

"Is a million dollars not enough?" Jiang Hengshu asked on the phone.

Fu Zhen coughed gently and said to Jiang Hengshu, "it seems that It seems that Maybe It's not enough. "

"How much is needed?"

"It's not good yet. It should take a lot," Fu Zhen said to Jiang Hengshu. "I'll tell you when I go back."

Jiang Hengshu, er, said with Fu Zhen on the phone, and then hung up the phone.

……

By the time Fu Zhen returned to Pinghai, the script and skeleton of his short video had been conceived, and the script was basically completed. As long as the money was in place, he could shoot it.

But it seems that money can't get to the position. After talking with several teachers, Fu Zhen realized that even if he had enough money, he probably couldn't easily shoot short videos. It was far from enough to rely on the knowledge he absorbed from the books he bought on Taobao. He had to find a professional in this field.

And it's almost impossible to shoot real scenes. If you use special effects all the time, it's definitely not a small expense, which should not be fully reimbursed.

Jiang Hengshu looked at Fu Zhen sitting in his study all day long with a sad face, and sometimes he would pluck his hair.

After chatting with Fu Zhen for some time and having a general understanding of the lens he wanted, Jiang Hengshu thought of a good way and said to Fu Zhen, "how about using the lens of the annual military parade?"

Fu Zhen didn't really think about this method. He looked up at Jiang Hengshu for a while. Jiang Hengshu was a little confused by him and asked him, "what's the matter?"

"Is that all right?" Fu Zhen originally hoped that this short video would be as original as possible, but Jiang Hengshu's suggestion made him very moved. The video of the military parade can really show the changes of the motherland in recent decades. What can be more comprehensive and more prepared to show the strength of the motherland than the military parade?

"Shall I ask for you?" Jiang Hengshu said with a smile.

Fu Zhen hesitated for a moment and nodded to Jiang Hengshu.

Jiang Hengshu dials the phone at the other end, and the two chat on the phone, while Fu Zhen turns on the computer in his study and plans to watch all the videos of the military parade these years.

"They agreed," Jiang Hengshu said to Fu Zhen shortly after hanging up the phone. "And there are many scenes that have not been shown on TV, and they will be given to you later. You can use them."

Fu Zhen didn't expect such a surprise. He immediately laughed. In this way, he had more choices and saved a huge sum of money. Fu Zhen put his arm around Jiang Hengshu's neck and kissed him on the chin.

Jiang Hengshu held Fu Zhen in his arms, and the two of them huddled together in a reclining chair. The breeze came in through the window, blowing the curtain of the bed beside him gently, leaving a dancing shadow on the ground.

Jiang Hengshu put his hands on Fu Zhen's waist and asked Fu Zhen, "he also asked when you can get this video out?"

Fu Zhen thought for a moment. Now the most difficult one has been solved. The rest is the editing and shooting of several shots. It will not be too difficult. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "in this way, I think the sample film will be released in May."

Jiang Hengshu nodded. May is a very good season. Everything has already awakened, but the hot summer has not yet arrived. He asked Fu Zhen, "do you want to go out and play after the short film is finished?"Jiang Hengshu felt that Fu Zhen should promise himself immediately. He had already planned. This time, taking advantage of his father's failure to respond, he took Fu Zhen to travel abroad and have a good time. However, Fu Zhen shook his head and told Jiang Hengshu, "I have another movie to shoot."

"Is the time so tight?" There should be no problem shooting the movie after a while.

Fu really wanted to put the film on the national day

Jiang Hengshu did not insist: "that's OK."

Fu Zhen: "let's go and see the aurora this winter."

Jiang Hengshu nodded and then asked Fu Zhen, "if the National Day is going to be shown, should it be ready immediately?"

Fu Zhen said, "it's already in preparation."

He had already found a good screenwriter for the script of the new film when he was shooting "the sky is falling". He recommended it to him. Yesterday, he contacted the teacher, who said that the script should be finished next month.

It has been more than 20 days since it was released on April 9. The box office of cat's eye is expected to reach 3.6 billion. The box office of Fu Zhen's films has exceeded 10 billion. Many people in the circle are waiting for the news of Fu Zhen's new film, but wait and wait until the end of this movie On the screen, Fu Zhen did not appear in front of the camera.

Fu Zhen has been staying at home for most of the day. When he is tired, he goes downstairs to pour a glass of water and sits on the sofa to have a rest.

When Jiang Hengshu returned home, he watched Fu Zhen lying on the sofa with the bottom of his white T-shirt rolled up to reveal his white skin. He went over and sat down beside Fu Zhen. Then he raised his hand and poked Fu Zhen's stomach.

Fu Zhen didn't sleep well. As soon as Jiang Hengshu entered the door, he woke up, but he didn't open his eyes. When he was poked, he immediately opened his eyes and took Jiang Hengshu's hand: "back?"

Jiang Hengshu said, "where is the mermaid thread on your stomach?"

Fu Zhen worked out a mermaid line in the gym last year, and he was very proud of it for a long time. Although he didn't go to the gym to exercise in the movie "skyrocketing", the mermaid line was still very good. As a result, not long after he came back from other places, the shadow of the mermaid line could not be found.

Fu Zhen has been editing videos in his study for a long time. There is no movement at all. It is reasonable for the mermaid line to disappear.

"This That... " Fu Zhen sat up from the sofa. "My legs are not good."

"I know you have leg injuries and many sports can't be done," Jiang Hengshu pinched on Fu Zhen's face. "But you can't stop exercising at all. The fitness room has been decorated. If you want to exercise, you don't even have to go out. It's just too lazy."

"Don't stay in your study all the time."

"I see." Fu Zhen should say.

"Every time I promise, I start to be lazy when I do it," Jiang Hengshu released his hand and stood up. "What do you want to eat?"

"Barbecue." Fu Zhen raised his head and said with a flattering expression.

……

This short film made by Fu Zhen does not need too many actors. It mainly reflects the changes of the country over the years and shows that the country has become stronger step by step.

After finding out the video from the military parade, he picked out the useful video and started editing it. Because the workload was not very heavy, he could complete it by himself. He just cut it as if he was going to throw the video to Hua station. Fu Zhen was amused by his own ideas.

Of course, this short video can't be all made up of these videos, and some necessary special effects will be added later. Fu Zhen can do a little supper himself now, but for the sake of quality, he still has to find professionals.

……

Jiang Hengshu is sitting in the office, with a black signature pen in his hand, tapping gently on the desk. Fu Zhenben said that he would come to the company this afternoon. In the evening, they would have a western meal together. But it was almost time for work, but Fu Zhen never appeared in the company.

After all the rest of Jiang Hengshu's work was finished, he called Fu Zhen and asked why he didn't come.

Fu Zhen on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "I forgot", with a little regret in the tone.

Jiang Hengshu asked him, "why does the sound sound sound a little stuffy? Isn't it unhappy?"

Fu Zhen cleared his throat, "it's OK, it's OK."

Jiang Hengshu gave a sigh. He could not eat Western food in the evening. He turned his head and looked at the sky outside the window. He asked Fu Zhen on the other end of the phone in a low voice: "what do you want to eat in the evening? I'll buy some to go back."

"No, there's a lot more in the fridge." Fu Zhen's voice still sounds a little dull. Jiang Hengshu frowns slightly and is ready to go home early today.

……

Jiang Hengshu went home, opened the door and glanced in the living room. Fu Zhen did not lie on the sofa as usual. He called twice, and no one answered him. Jiang Hengshu went upstairs. The first room on his left was the study, then Coco's room, and finally the bedroom between him and Fu Zhen.There was no figure of Fu Zhen in the first two rooms. Jiang Hengshu came to the door of the third room. He pushed the door of the room gently, swept his eyes around, and finally fell on Fu Zhen lying on the bed.

With his eyes closed, he seemed to be sleeping soundly. The thin blanket on his body fluctuated slightly with his breath. His cheeks turned red and his lips were pale and cracked. Jiang Hengshu quickly went over and touched Fu Zhen's forehead.

Although this method can not accurately know the temperature of Fu Zhen, it can still be judged that Fu Zhen has a fever.

Fu Zhen vaguely felt something cold on his forehead. He moved his head and rubbed Jiang Hengshu's palm. After a while, he realized what had happened and opened his eyes. Jiang Hengshu's figure in his sight went from blur to clarity.

"Back?" His voice was a little louder than the nasal sound on the phone. It was like a hungry little beast. It sounded a little pathetic.

Jiang Hengshu said, "go to the hospital to have a look?"

Fu Zhen stretched out his arm from under the blanket and put it on the back of Jiang Hengshu's hand. Because of the fever, the temperature of every part of his body was a little higher than usual, like a small heater.

Instead, Jiang Hengshu held Fu Zhen's hand. The room was very quiet. The small alarm clock on the bedside table made a slight sound of walking. Fu Zhen hummed and said to Jiang Hengshu, "no, I've already taken the medicine. Just sleep."

It was already a little late. Fu Zhen did not seem to have any big problems. Jiang Hengshu did not force him to ask him, "what would you like to eat in the evening?"

Fu Zhen shook his head and yawned: "I took the medicine before I took it. I don't want to take it again."

"Sleep, then." Jiang Hengshu helped Fu Zhen pull up the blanket.

"I don't want to sleep."

"Then lie down a little longer?"

Fu Zhen thought about it for a while and then stretched it out from under the blanket: "I want a mobile phone."

"Where is it? I'll get it for you."

Fu Zhen can't remember clearly, but his home is such a big place, not here, there. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "it should be in the study, not in the study, maybe in the kitchen."

Jiang Hengshu left his mobile phone to Fu Zhen, and then went to help him find his mobile phone. Fu Zhen was lying on the bed and gave Jiang Hengshu a lot of small games on his mobile phone. He had not relaxed for several days. Today, taking advantage of his fever, he finally had a reason to give himself a half day off.

When Jiang Hengshu got Fu Zhen's mobile phone back, he saw Fu Zhen lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone.

Illness makes him look much weaker, lying on the bed like a big doll cat. At the moment, the big puppet has put a mobile game called love garden for the second daughter into the mobile phone, waiting for the loading and opening of the game to harvest his return gift package.

Jiang Hengshu quietly walked to him and sat down on the bed. The weight of the man depressed the mattress. Fu Zhen finally realized that Jiang Hengshu was back. He raised his head and blinked at Jiang Hengshu, like an innocent cat.

Jiang Hengshu took a look at the screen of his mobile phone. Four pink flowery characters in the love garden were reflected in his eyes. Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and rubbed big cat's head. "Didn't you say the password has been forgotten?"

Without waiting for Fu Zhen to open his mouth, Cheng zeluo's deep and magnetic voice clearly came out of his mobile phone: "welcome back, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"This..." Fu Zhen turned his eyes twice and said to Jiang Hengshu, "I'm a little short of inspiration recently. I'm ready to go to the game to find inspiration."

Jiang Hengshu nodded. It seemed that he accepted Fu Zhen's explanation. His palms stroked Fu Zhen's back neck along the middle spine to the tail vertebra, which was particularly gentle.

Fu Zhen couldn't help but get goose bumps. He always felt that Jiang Hengshu was brewing some big conspiracy. He sent his mobile phone to Jiang Hengshu's hand and said, "I won't play any more."

Jiang Hengshu leaned down, put his lips on Fu Zhen's ear and took a breath. Fu Zhen felt a little itchy. His ears soon became pink. Then he heard Jiang Hengshu ask in his ear: "I can give you any inspiration I want."

This time Fu Zhen's face was even redder than when he woke up just now. The kitten kept meowing outside the door. Fu Zhen got up from the bed with his arm, rubbed his hot face, turned his head to the door and asked Jiang Hengshu, "is it hungry to scratch?"

Jiang Hengshu: "I see, the cat food in the basin is enough."

Fu Zhen then told Jiang Hengshu some interesting stories about scratching. Jiang Hengshu finally changed the topic. Fu Zhen sighed with a sigh of relief and swept to the screen of Jiang Hengshu's mobile phone with the light of his eyes. Cheng zeluo in the screen was still standing tall and upright. He did not have any interest in Cheng zeluo now, but he still wanted the free return gift bag Yes.

After noticing Fu Zhen's eyes, Jiang Hengshu's face appeared an imperceptible banter. He scratched and called twice. He found that no one paid attention to himself. He left the door, and the sun was shining through the curtain. Jiang Hengshu opened his mouth and said to Fu Zhen, "OK, let's continue to talk about inspiration."Fu Zhen:

He immediately covered his chest, pretended to cough a few times: "I have a headache, I have a headache, I can't, I have to sleep for a while", and then quickly lay back on the bed.

Jiang Hengshu saw that he was pretending to be. He shook his head and chuckled. He patted him twice. Then he turned out of the bedroom and went downstairs to eat.

In the evening, Jiang Hengshu took a bath and came out of the bathroom. Before he could sit down on the bed, Fu Zhen opened his eyes. His nose was a little airtight. He said to Jiang Hengshu, "go to sleep next door."

"What's the matter?" Asked Jiang Hengshu.

"Don't let me infect you."

Jiang Hengshu laughed and went straight to bed. He got into Fu Zhen's quilt and held him in his arms. Fu Zhen's warm breath fell on Jiang Hengshu's neck socket. "How do I feel that you're still burning?"

Fu Zhen snorted and adjusted a more comfortable posture in Jiang Hengshu's arms: "just sleep."