Chapter 11： Today is salted fishs day (1/2)

The exclamation point of the custard bag was sent too fast. Fu Zhen's phone was too old and could not respond. After a while, all the exclamation points sent by the custard bag were spit out, and then a lot of rainbow farts were spit out.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I am going to cry]

[I licked the screen for five minutes just now]

[Our custard is saved. Mom is going to cry]

...

Fu Zhen couldn't laugh or cry at these words.

[Is there anything else that needs to be modified? ]

[Without my wife, I love you so much]

The draft that Fu Zhen sent just now was the one that she saw the most satisfactory to her in the past few years when she asked for drafts. Some of the painters she had found before hadn’t read the ”Shazhou Chronicle” at all. Past but not cute custard cp, some painters are not good, anyway, no matter how complete the picture is, it always feels a little worse.

But Jian Wen’s draft is different, giving her the illusion that she is not looking at the fan’s picture, but at the original. The custard bag is so excited that she can’t sleep with this sketch. Now she only hopes that her wife can paint As good as his draft.

Thinking of this, the custard bag couldn’t help but clicked on Fu Zhen’s Weibo again and took a look, and then was disappointed to find that all his albums were really sketches, none of them were colored, this fairy lady wouldn’t be. Just learned coloring.

However, I think it is worth buying such a draft custard bag.

I remembered that during the day the friends said that they would find a small transparent draft when their brains were filled with water. The custard bag was about to give the sketches that they got to the friends, and then waited for the worship of the friends. the sound of.

However, the idea of ​​the friends is completely off the track.

[Qianwei is really amazing]

[It's the custard in my heart, crying crying]

[The bag has no white flowers in these two thousand and two, I declare the first place in this year's custard]

[It feels different from the style of Qiangwei before, but it's closer to the original. Qiangwei is really tricky]

...

Seeing that my friends all agreed that this fanfigure was painted by Gong Qiangwei, the custard bag had to come out to clarify.

[This is painted by Mrs. Jian Wen]

Then her friends asked questions from the soul: Who is Jian Wen?

Custard had to explain to them that Jian Wen was the transparent painter that she told them before.

So in the next minute, the exclamation marks and rainbow farts sent by the custard bag to Fu Zhen reappeared in this group again. No one would have thought that a small transparent painter with a asking price of one hundred and five could draw a level of 1,500.

The next thing Fu Zhen needs to do is to import the sketches and color them. He hasn't done this work for more than two years. This is why he told the custard bag that this color insert takes five days to complete. After getting acquainted with it all, it was too late, and Fu Zhen turned off the computer and put down the phone, and fell asleep.

The next morning, Fu Zhen opened the door of the room and saw Jiang Hengshu standing at the door of the living room with luggage. He was wearing a black windbreaker, carrying a black suitcase in his hand, and carrying a dignified suit. Chill broke into Fu Zhen's world with the wind and snow outside.

The sound of the beating heart is like beating a drum, and it is a moving prelude to the sound of the howling wind. Fu Zhen thought he was dreaming. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes and blinked. Jiang Hengshu was still standing there with a look of disregard. cold.

Fu Zhen was so excited that he didn't know what expression to make on his face. He had no hope of Jiang Hengshu moving into this rental house, but now he saw him as soon as he opened the door.

The long night is over, and one glance at ten thousand years.

After seeing the house, Jiang Hengshu signed a three-month rental contract with the landlord, but he shouldn't be able to live here for that long. After this business is done, he will return to Jiang's family to take over the family business.

Jiang Hengshu took the key from the landlord and put his luggage in the room. When he closed the door and turned to work, he found that Fu Zhen was still waiting for him in the living room.

Fu Zhen laughed, his eyes crooked, as if he had met some happy event. He asked Jiang Hengshu, ”Want to go together?”

Jiang Hengshu nodded, and went out of the rental house together with Fu Zhen. In the old stairwell, the footsteps of the two people intertwined, echoing the sound of knocking on the wall upstairs.

The bus in the morning was extremely crowded. Fu Zhen's entire body was almost on Jiang Hengshu's body. Jiang Hengshu's right hand was supporting one of the armrests, and his left hand was on the back of the seat, looking from a distance. , Seems to put Fu Zhenhu in his own circle.

There were more and more people on the bus, the air became muddy, and the noise of passengers was heard. Fu Zhen spent every morning at work like this, but today he looked at the tall building going away from the bus window. I felt peaceful for the first time.