Chapter 13： (1/2)

Fu Zhen didn't know that the person who came to buy the copyright of ”Shazhou Chronicle” from him was sent by Fu Ting, let alone that Fu Ting planned to come personally after his assistant failed to buy the copyright.

After noon, the sky became gloomy, and the gust of wind swept the smoke and dust on the ground, whizzing past his ears, and rushing to the sky to the south. Fu Zhen's legs became more painful and unbearable in such weather.

Pushing a trolley, he was busy on the construction site with many workers, wondering whether to ask the foreman to go home and draw pictures.

When Fu Zhen was hesitating, the foreman suddenly walked out of the guard and called him: ”Fu Zhen, someone is looking for you.”

Fu Zhen was stunned for a moment, a little hesitant, he couldn't think of anyone coming to look for him at this time, he had no relatives, no friends.

Who will be waiting for him outside the construction site now?

He pushed the cart aside and put it aside, dragging his painful left leg and slowly moving it towards the door.

The foreman looked at Fu Zhen's speed comparable to a snail, and added: ”Ten minutes to you, go and get back quickly.”

Fu Zhen replied, enduring the pain and quickened his pace.

Fu Ting did not expect that what he saw would be such a scene. In his memory, the arrogant and expensive brother who was always dressed neatly was now wearing blue overalls covered with dust, his face was covered with dust, he His back was a little rickety, and he walked wobbly.

He had already seen the photos of Fu Zhen on the construction site, but at that time he always felt that it was a little unreal. It was not like what the young master Fu Zhen could do. Until now, he saw this scene with his own eyes.

Fu Zhen didn't expect that the person looking for him would be Fu Ting. His footsteps suddenly stopped, and he turned to leave. Fu Ting stopped him behind him: ”I have something to tell you.”

Fu Zhen felt that he had nothing to say about Fu Ting. His back gradually straightened and became stiff. He never wanted to look back and see Fu Ting again.

He couldn't think of what Fu Ting came to find for him. He was thinking of the past two years ago. He felt that he was too kind to him at that time, and now he wants to give Tang Wanwan another breath?

Fu Ting said coldly: ”If you want to stay here tomorrow, you'd better stay now.”

Fu Zhen: ”...”

He turned his head, fixedly looking at Fu Ting opposite to him, a hole in his heart broke, and the north wind whizzed past from there.

The last time he saw Fu Ting outside the bar, he thought he could put it down completely, but today he saw Fu Ting again and realized that the photo was deleted from the phone album, which does not mean that this person has completely disappeared from his life. Thinking of them or seeing them is like cutting meat with a blunt knife. He doesn't know when this piece of meat will fall off. It's just that the process of cutting meat always pulls the skin and connects the tendons, making flesh and blood. Blurred and dripping with blood.

He said to Fu Ting, ”I still have to work, so let's talk about anything when I get off work.”

Fu Ting didn't care about Fu Zhen's response and said, ”My time is limited.”

Fu Zhen laughed bitterly, his expression a little bleak, he asked Fu Ting: ”Then Mr. Fu, please pay me half-day wages, fifty.”

Fu Ting looked at Fu Zhen, Fu Zhen's expression was very calm, and there was no joking in his eyes. Fu Ting frowned, probably not expecting such a tacky words from Fu Zhen's mouth.

He should have taken a hundred yuan bill directly from his wallet and threw it on Fu Zhen, or he sneered and said a few sarcasm.

However, he couldn't do anything now. He saw his own figure in the eyes of Fu Zhen on the opposite side. He looked like a monster with teeth and claws. Fu Ting only felt that a basin of ice water was poured on his head, making him cold. In the bones, the blood of the whole body solidified at this moment.

After a long time, he said: ”I'll go to you tonight.”

After speaking, he took a deep look at Fu Zhen, then turned and drove away.

The leaving figure of Fu Ting was a little embarrassed. Fu Zhen ignored Fu Ting's abnormality. He didn't want to think about what was thinking in Fu Ting's mind, nor did he want to know what he was looking for. He just hoped that he would never see him. Him.

But after all, he failed to do what he wanted. When he came home from get off work in the evening, he met Fu Ting again downstairs. As he said in the afternoon, he came to find himself.

Fu Zhen leaned against the earth wall behind his back, and his left leg felt better. Fu Ting, who was standing opposite him, did not speak, like a piece of wood. Fu Zhen was still anxious to go back and draw the picture, so he could only ask him: ”What is the matter with Mr. Fu?”