Chapter 27： (1/2)

The foreman is a week, and even on New Year's Day, he does not give the workers a holiday, and he does not have three times his salary. Jiang Hengshu intends to quit his job at the construction site as soon as the disappearance case he was commissioned has been resolved.

The foreman may also feel uneasy in his conscience. He didn't know where he got a bunch of supermarket shopping cards and issued one to the workers alone.

Jiang Hengshu casually put the shopping card into his pocket, waited until the foreman came home, put down the sandbag, and went to the canal behind the construction site. The area around the canal was barren, yellow sand covered with dry grass, and green stones stood on the opposite side of the river bank.

Jiang Hengshu squatted down and stretched out his hand to push away the weeds in front of him. There was a sound of rustling footsteps behind him, and then a man's low and hoarse voice asked him: ”What are you doing here?”

Jiang Hengshu turned his head and saw the foreman standing behind him, looking down at him condescendingly, a gleam of light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

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Fu Zhen stayed in his room in the rental room all day long to draw his unfinished drawings. In the evening, he finally finished the colorful illustrations of the aspirations. He couldn't help smiling when he looked at the results on the screen.

He did not completely imitate Picasso's style, but added some of his own creations, in which the characters are also allegorical and not completely abstract.

Picasso used only three colors of black, white, and gray in Guernica, while Fu Zhen took into account the overall style of his Zhi and found a balance point. He used some cool colors with a little bit in the middle. The red of blood is unexpectedly harmonious.

I just don't know if the author will like this style.

Fu Zhen sent the painted colors to the author with a sense of anxiety. He naturally hoped that the author would like this work as much as he did. However, although the author told him to rest assured and bold, if the author could not accept this style, he I can only consider drawing another picture for the other party.

It's just that I was delayed for a few days because of the previous kidnapping, and I'm really sorry that the author wasted such a long time now.

Fu Zhen sighed silently, forget it, don't think about it, and wait for the author to reply.

Fu Zhen rested on the pillow beside the bed, tilted his head and looked out the window. The tall buildings stood tall, the dusk was heavy, and the orange-red sunset rendered the sky like an oil paint. Fu Zhen retracted his sight. He still has a little doubt about what happened last night. Everything is real or a dream he had.

Did Jiang Hengshu really say those things to himself? Fu Zhen lowered his head and twisted his hands unconsciously. Unfortunately, I didn't see Jiang Hengshu this morning.

He got up a bit late this morning, and Jiang Hengshu was already at work when he left the room.

Fu Zhen's mobile phone rang, and the author of the manuscript replied to him. The other party liked Fu Zhen's color insert very much, and asked him if he could ask for three more pictures, one picture for each story.

Of course, Fu Zhen would not refuse. He should have two thousand yuan for three more pictures. He thought that he could buy another gift for Jiang Hengshu.

Jiang Hengshu returned to the rental house from get off work, went back to the room to change a set of clothes, then walked out of the room carrying a white plastic bag, went to stand in front of Fu Zhen's room, raised his hand and knocked twice.

Fu Zhenzhen was looking at the outlines of several other stories sent to him by the author. The pen in his hand kept recording something. When he heard the knock on the door, he put down the pen and paper in his hand, got up from the bed and walked to the door and opened it. Standing Jiang Hengshu, the orange-red glow fell behind him, and the glass coffee table reflected the light together with the plastic film on the ground, like a burning sea of ​​fire.

Jiang Hengshu asked him, ”Have you eaten tonight?”

Fu Zhen looked at him without blinking, opened the door with his right hand on the doorknob, shook his head and said, ”Not yet.”

He had just been thinking about how to draw the next color insert, and completely forgot about eating.

Jiang Hengshu raised the white plastic bag in his hand, with two packing boxes inside, and handed it to Fu Zhen: ”For you.”

The packaging box contained a portion of Xiaolongbao and a portion of preserved egg porridge. I don't know where Jiang Hengshu bought it.

Fu Zhen said thank you in a low voice. His ears were a little hot. He took the bag that Jiang Hengshu handed over and turned to his side. Jiang Hengshu took advantage of the trend and entered his room. The room was still cramped. After two men came in. , The air becomes hot and dry.

Now Fu Zhen is finally sure that what happened last night was not a dream.

The person you like, it happens that he also likes you, what a wonderful thing.

The light in the room was turned on, and the dimness was driven out in an instant. Fu Zhen placed the lunch box on the bedside table with only a pair of chopsticks in it, so he bent down and pulled out a small box from under the bed like a hamster, and opened the lid of the box. Take out a pair of convenient chopsticks.

Jiang Hengshu sat on one side and looked at him. His legs were very long and stretched forward a bit. Fu Zhen squatted beside him, his head almost touching his thigh, Fu Zhen breathed warmly when he turned his head. It would even spread to his body through the cloth, Jiang Hengshu's muscles were tight, and his tongue turned in his mouth.

Only on the surface, he still looks calm, his eyes are gentle, with a slight smile.