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Chapter 15
It was already eight o'clock when Fu Zhen woke up the next morning, and he hadn't slept until dawn like today.
His leg didn't hurt as much as last night. After getting up from the bed, he went to the kitchen and gave himself a handful of dried noodles, then returned to the bedroom to continue drawing pictures.
Most of the other tenants in the rental house have gone out to work. It is much quieter now than at night. He has the Shazhou Chronicle on his cell phone, his eyes are fixed on the computer, and he concentrates on the draft drawn yesterday.
Tang Wanwan learned from Fu Ting's assistant that Fu Ting wanted to buy the copyright of Shazhou Chronicle from Fu Zhen. He went directly to Fu Jianchen's company, took the elevator to the top floor, and came to the outside of Fu Jianchen's office.
She didn't knock on the door, as usual, she pushed the door and broke in. She sat down on the sofa and said to Fu Jianchen, "Dad, I heard that the copyright of the Shazhou Chronicle is in Fu Zhen's hands. , You want to buy the copyright in his hand?"
When Fu Jianchen saw Tang Wanwan rushing in like this, he didn't see any anger on his face. He turned the document in his hand to another page, and he said, the expression on his face couldn't show anger.
Tang Wanwan was a little upset, his face collapsed immediately, and he said to Fu Jianchen, "Forget it, I don't want to shoot, you don't buy it."
Fu Jianchen raised his head and glanced at Tang Wanwan sitting on the sofa: "If you like, buy it."
"I don't want it!" Tang Wanwan refused. Buying the copyright of the Shazhou Chronicle now is equivalent to giving Fu Zhen money. She did not expect that Fu Zhen would still survive in Pinghai City.
But it's okay to let him live, to experience the suffering in this world, but if Fu Jianchen and the others send him a sum of money, she will never accept it.
Tang Wanwan suddenly stood up from the sofa and walked to the desk in two steps with high heels. She bent down, resting her chin on both hands, and said to Fu Jianchen, "Dad, let's go see Fu Zhen, OK? ?"
Fu Jianchen raised his head, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was not satisfied with Tang Wanwan's proposal, he asked, "What does he do?"
Tang Wanwan said coquettishly, "After all, he is also your son. Let's take a look. If Fu Zhen is not doing well..."
Tang Wanwan paused and continued: "We can help him."
Fu Jianchen pursed his lips. He really wants to see how Fu Zhen is now, but he doesn't want to go with Tang Wanwan, but seeing Tang Wanwan's eyes, he is just the same as before. There is no way to refuse her. Proposal.
"Wait until I finish processing these documents."
"Okay." Tang Wanwan returned to the sofa, turned on the phone and swiped on Weibo.
It was almost noon after Fu Jianchen had processed all the documents in his hand. He took Tang Wanwan to the western restaurant for lunch by the way. There was a women's clothing store next to the western restaurant. Fu Jianchen took Tang Wanwan with him when he was idle. Go in and buy some new clothes.
Fu Zhen finished the picture of the heroine of the Shazhou Chronicle in one breath. He stood up from the computer, stretched his waist, raised his hand and beat it on the back a few times.
Turning his head and glanced at the small alarm clock beside the bed, it was almost evening. Fu Zhen didn't feel hungry when he drew the picture before, but now his stomach is groaning.
The dried noodles in his cabinet were almost eaten. Fu Zhen took two hundred yuan from his wallet and went downstairs to go to the pharmacy to buy two bottles of painkillers, and then to the vegetable market and supermarket to buy some vegetables.
There was a black Bentley parked at the entrance of the corridor. It is generally difficult to see such a luxury car in this broken place. Fu Zhen couldn't help but glance twice.
It doesn't matter if I look at it. The door of the Bentley was opened, and a young woman in a beige coat walked out from the inside. She wore sunglasses and a mask on her face and wrapped herself tightly.
The woman turned her head and faced Fu Zhen, then raised her hand to take off her sunglasses.
The woman’s skin is fair, her facial features are delicate, her long wavy brown hair is scattered behind her head, and Fu Zhen’s figure is reflected in her amber-clear eyes. She raises her lips and smiles. According to fans, the smile looks like this The warm sun in the winter shines directly into people's hearts.
Fu Zhen didn't feel the warmth of the warm sun. He just froze in place, thinking in his mind how Tang Wanwan came back here, came to find himself?
He really didn’t want to have too much contact with Tang Wanwan. Since Tang Wanwan was taken back to the Fu’s house three years ago, no matter what he did, he only had to meet Tang Wanwan and specified that he would be unlucky. Later, in an open fight with Tang Wanwan, even more so. Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting were completely angered, and the battle ended with him being kicked out of the Fu family.
Fu Zhen came back to his senses and turned around to leave. Tang Wanwan suddenly chuckled and stopped Fu Zhen: "Dad is here too, don't you want to see him?"
Fu Zhen's body stiffened, he stopped where he was, unable to move half a step, the wind and gravel swept across, the sky was gloomy as if it was about to snow.
After a long, long period of time, Fu Zhen slowly turned around, like a puppet with a string, and he could even hear the rattling of bones.
He saw another tall man walking out of the black Bentley.
The man is wearing a decent dark suit, his hair is neatly combed, his expression is solemn, and there is no joy of reunion with the old man on his face. Only when he sees Tang Wanwan will the corners of his mouth smile more. .
This is Fu Jianchen.
Yes……
father.
Fu Zhen's eye circles turned red in an instant. He stepped back subconsciously. The injuries on his left leg and ankle caused his body to almost fall to the ground. Fortunately, he quickly reached out and supported the wall. .
During this period of time, luck was not very good. almost fell for the third time. When the Chinese New Year, he finds a temple to worship. Fu Zhen calmly breathed against the wall, his current appearance looks really like this. A bit embarrassed.
However, he looked even more unbearable. These people had already seen him, and he didn't care much.
Fu Jianchen smiled at Tang Wanwan, and then raised his head to look at Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen leaned against the wall and hung his head. His hair has not been taken care of for a while, and his current appearance is the same as the child he saw in his dream. There is almost no similarity.
Tang Wanwan's gaze stayed on Fu Zhen for a long time. He was wearing a dark blue down jacket that was bought on the street, a black woolen hat on his head, and two woven bags in her hand. Her heart suddenly It was a lot more comfortable. The young master of the Fu family who was inexperienced back then is now, like many people in this world, wanting to live his life in a mediocre way.
But he may be a bit miserable than those people.
She said, "Good afternoon."
"Mr. Fu Ting came to me yesterday to buy the film and television rights of the Shazhou Chronicle. We agreed that we will not disturb each other in the future. Even if we meet on the road, we will treat each other as strangers," Fu Zhen's voice stopped. He lowered his eyes and continued, "Mr. Fu Ting may not have time to tell both of you."
"I don't want the film and television copyrights of the Shazhou Chronicle." Tang Wanwan said to Fu Zhen, with a little apologetic tone in his tone.
Fu Zhen sighed, and didn't show any special sadness, but looked up at Tang Wanwan: "Do you mean that Mr. Fu Ting and I have not done anything that I agreed to last night?"
Tang Wanwan raised his eyebrows: "Then you have to ask brother."
Fu Zhen didn't want to waste more talk with Tang Wanwan, and didn't want to see Fu Jianchen in this situation.
No, he didn't want to see them under any circumstances.
He turned around again and walked upstairs.
Tang Wanwan laughed loudly behind him: "Why did my brother leave when he saw us here? Why don't you sit down and talk? I haven't seen my brother for a long time."
Tang Wanwan was always like this. It was obviously some ugly words, but when she was uttered, she was sincere. Other people thought she was kind, but only the person she targeted could understand the knife in the words.
No one knows when Tang Wanwan was actually born. The date on her ID card was filled in by her adoptive mother. It was more than 20 days later than Fu Zhen, so she later took it back to Fu's house. At that time, Fu Jianchen didn't struggle too much with this aspect, so she directly made her the third lady of the Fu family.
Fu Zhen had already reached the third floor. Hearing what Tang Wanwan said, he finally couldn't help turning his head. He pursed his lips and sneered, looking at Tang Wanwan condescendingly. With obvious sarcasm, he said: "I don't have a sister like you."
"Fu Zhen!" Fu Jianchen immediately interrupted Fu Zhen's words.
Fu Zhen turned his head to look at Fu Jianchen. He hadn't looked at him for a long time. In his dream, Fu Jianchen looked at himself with a disgusting look. He was afraid of that look, so he lay on the ground and dared not raise his head.
Now two years have passed, and he is standing in front of him with Tang Wanwan, seeming to tell himself that no matter how long it has passed, what has happened will not change.
Fu Zhen raised his eyelids and asked Fu Jianchen: "What advice can Mr. Fu give?"
Fu Jianchen frowned. He and Fu Zhen hadn't seen each other for more than two years, but he did not expect that he would call himself Mr. Fu.
Did the little boy who called his father in the dream really existed? Fu Jianchen raised his hand and pressed his forehead, only to find that what he could remember at this time was still pitiful.
The two people looked at each other speechlessly, and stood quietly for a long time. The setting sun dyed the sky a gorgeous rose color, and Fu Zhen's shadow was stretched long and reflected on one side of the wall.
"I'll go back if it's okay." Fu Zhen turned around
"Fu Zhen," Tang Wanwan finally didn't call Fu Zhen elder brother anymore disgustingly. She didn't know what it was because of her mentality, so she asked Fu Zhen, "Do you want to go back to Fu's house?"
Fu Zhen's movements froze for a while, and answered coldly, "No."
Tang Wanwan can actually leave now. She came here today just to see what life Fu Zhen is living. Now that she sees it, she still feels a little dissatisfied. In her imagination, Fu Zhen should be on the flyover. Pulling the erhu below begging for life.
Tang Wanwan turned his head and glanced at Fu Jianchen beside him, then suddenly said, "Dad, or let's let Brother Fu Zhen go home."