Chapter 54： (1/2)
Fu Zhen never took Tang Wanwan’s words to heart at all. After hanging up with Tang Wanwan, he continued to discuss the next plot with several other teachers. They planned to publish the next episode of the Shazhou Chronicle before May. do it.
The storytelling teacher looked at the script that Fu Zhen had brought, frowning and asked Fu Zhen, ”You really want to do this?”
Fu Zhen understands that the impact of the next episode is a bit big. After all, people may die to form a group, but he nodded: ”It has been a long time before.”
The storytelling teacher sighed, shook his head again, and said to Fu Zhen: ”The fans will be crazy.”
Wang Tong was working on special effects next to him. Hearing these words, he hurriedly came over and asked: ”What's wrong?”
The storytelling teacher knew that Wang Tong was a loyal fan of the Shazhou Chronicle, and with the mentality of watching a good show, he handed the script prepared by Fu Zhen to Wang Tong. Wang Tong only turned two pages and screamed: ”Ah. ——”
The sound is miserable and harsh, making people cry.
Wang Tong dropped the script in his hand and raised his hand to shake Fu Zhen's shoulder frantically: ”Madam, this is not true, please tell me it is not true!”
”Don't get excited, don't get excited. These are all foreshadowing. The cavalry team that I found from the night Awan returned to Sunset City...” Fu Zhen explained to Wang Tong as much as possible that everything that happened next was inevitable. of.
However, Wang Tong at this time is like a wife who has completely lost her mind, ”I don’t listen, I don’t listen, how could his wife make Cui different die so easily, how could he make Huang Lie die too, and the whole family was killed. What about your humanity, madam?”
Fu Zhen originally wanted to explain to Wang Tong again, and then when he looked up Jiang Hengshu did not know when he came to their studio. At this time, he stood behind Wang Tong and smiled at himself. Fu Zhen couldn't help but laugh. , Eyebrows are crooked, the world suddenly brightens.
Wang Tong noticed the change in Fu Zhen’s expression, and a bad premonition faintly occurred in his heart. He turned his head fearfully, and he saw Jiang Hengshu. Wang Tong’s two hands were gently on Fu Zhen’s shoulders. He flicked and said, ”Sister-in-law, you see that you are all grayed out here, I will help you pat it, that I...I still have something to do, you and my boss have a good chat.”
Wang Tong flashed away and ran over Jiang Hengshu to the outside corridor.
Jiang Hengshu ignored Wang Tong at all. He carried some supper in his hand and put them on the table in the center of the room. These were brought to other staff in the studio.
He asked Fu Zhen: ”Are you going to eat out?”
Fu Zhen shook his head. He is now in charge of the script of the whole story, and is also in charge of a little bit of the story. There is really no way to go home earlier than the other staff. He said to Jiang Hengshu: ”Wait a moment, today's work will be over soon. .”
Jiang Hengshu nodded, and sat down on a chair beside him, watching Fu Zhen holding a paintbrush in his hand. He focused on modifying a part of the storyboard on the drawing board. Jiang Hengshu looked at him quietly, watching His long eyelashes flickered with the eyelids. Watching him quickly move the brush in his hand, a beautiful silhouette of a figure appeared in his pen shortly, and the years flowed away silently.
Jiang Hengshu waited until 7 o'clock in the evening. It was dark and everyone in the studio was empty. Fu Zhen made a summary of today's work and put together a schedule for tomorrow's work. Dongxi, left with Jiang Hengshu.
Jiang Hengshu asked Fu Zhen: ”Will you be too tired?”
Fu Zhen shook his head: ”No, I actually didn't do anything. I just draw a few pictures every day. If I'm busy for about a week, the workload will be less.”
Jiang Hengshu nodded. He is busy with company affairs and can't accompany Fu Zhen every day. It's good for him to be a little fuller. Jiang Hengshu told him: ”Don't always sit and exercise. ”
”I know,” Fu Zhen replied, dragging long syllables, sounding a bit like acting like a baby. In order to show Jiang Hengshu that he was not dealing with him, Fu Zhen continued, ”I bought a few abdominal muscle wheels, Dumbbells and two treadmills are placed in the room next to the studio.”
Fu Zhen had an injury on his leg and couldn't run, but he could still walk slowly.
Jiang Hengshu nodded, satisfied with Fu Zhen's arrangement, ”What do you want to eat later?”
”Let's go eat Cantonese food.”
The red light at the intersection was on, and Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhen stopped until the green light was on again and the vehicle stopped before they crossed the road holding hands.
When Fu Zhen crossed the sidewalk and turned his head, his sight went over the rushing traffic, and he saw Fu Jianchen on the opposite side of the road. Fu Jianchen was standing under a high street lamp. Under the light, his figure was a little squiggly. Now, without the loftiness and prestige of the past, Fu Zhen realized in a daze that Fu Jianchen was gradually aging.
But this has nothing to do with him. Even if Fu Jianchen gets old, there will naturally be Fu Ting and Tang Wanwan by his side.
An uncontrollable sourness surged in Fu Zhen's heart. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, held Jiang Hengshu's hand tightly, and continued to walk towards the end of the street.
Fu Jianchen was still standing in the dim light. He lifted his head, and the sky was covered with fine snow. He stretched out his hand, and the small snow particles fell on his fingertips. This was probably the last thing he could see before spring came. It's snowing.