Chapter 74： (1/2)

Li Xun was far more moved by this film. The tears of netizens were about to merge into a sea.

——I regret that I didn’t accompany my father to the theater to watch this film when Chunhua Mountain was released. Now my father is no longer there. Sitting in front of my father’s tombstone, I suddenly understood the poem that Chen Zhiye read to Chen Hua in the movie.

—— Regret +1, it can be seen from this movie that Director Fu must love his father very much, but Director Fu was driven out of the house by his favorite father

——Who told Lao Tzu that this is a comedy? ! I can't beat him out! Lao Tzu's tears are worthless, and his eyes are still swollen!

——The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on, and the child wants to support but does not wait for the relatives. The saddest thing in life is this

——I seem to be a faucet. The water has flowed since I saw the movie last night, and it hasn’t stopped now. I feel like I’m dehydrated.

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In the past few days, Fu Zhen can gain a lot of happiness just by watching the comments of online netizens on ”Chunhuashan”. Jiang Hengshu saw him sitting on the carpet and laughing with air conditioning when he came back from the company.

He walked over and picked Fu Zhen up from the ground, put it on the sofa, and nodded Fu Zhen's forehead: ”Don't always sit on the ground.”

Fu Zhen gave a cry, took two strawberries, one delivered to Jiang Hengshu’s mouth, and the other put it into his own mouth. Jiang Hengshu looked at the strawberry in Fu Zhen’s hand and opened his mouth to open it. He held it in his mouth, and then pressed towards Fu Zhen. In the end, they ate half of the strawberry. The red juice ran down the corner of Fu Zhen's mouth. Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his mouth with his fingers. clean.

After playing around for a while, Fu Zhen leaned on Jiang Hengshu's shoulder and gasped for breath. Jiang Hengshu pursed his lips and chuckled lightly. He suggested to Fu Zhen: ”After the child is born, you should exercise.”

Fu Zhen whimpered and grinned at Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu shook his head: ”It's useless to laugh. After waiting for a while, I will take you out for a walk every morning.” There were a few pieces of Fu Zhen on the coffee table. Sketching, Jiang Hengshu stretched out his hand to pick it up and looked through it, his eyes stopped on the signature in the lower right corner of the sketch, not Fu Zhen, but Jian Wen.

”Jian Wen?” Jiang Hengshu has always known that Fu Zhen sometimes accepts some drawings, but now that he knows that Fu Zhen still has such a name, he is a little curious, ”How did you get such a name?”

Fu Zhen hesitated for a moment, Jiang Hengshu still didn't know the meaning of the name.

Jian Wen, knowledge

If he didn’t say it, Jiang Hengshu might never have thought of what these two words mean. Fu Zhen put his arms around Jiang Hengshu’s neck, kissed him on the face, and then moved his lips to Jiang Hengshu’s ears. Pan, told him the secret he had hidden in his heart: ”Jian Wen is-the world sees my constant tune and sneers when I hear it.”

Jiang Hengshu was slightly startled, and instantly understood what Fu Zhen's name represented, and a faint light flashed through his blue eyes.

He hugged Fu Zhen lightly and whispered to him in his ear: ”I'm sorry.”

”Why do you say that?” Fu Zhen raised his head and looked at Jiang Hengshu's eyes.

”Let you wait so long, I should have understood it earlier.” Jiang Hengshu said slowly. If he could understand that this person is different to himself, Fu Zhen could end his suffering earlier.

”It hasn't been long,” Fu Zhen laughed, his eyes curled like two crescents, and he said to Jiang Hengshu, ”It's not too long at all.”

He took out his phone and asked Jiang Hengshu, ”Do you have a Weibo account?”

Jiang Hengshu thought for a while and said to Fu Zhen, ”There should be one. I applied for it in junior high school, but I haven't logged in for a long time. I see if I can get it back.”

Jiang Hengshu took out his mobile phone and downloaded Weibo at Fu Zhen's hand. After entering it a few times, he finally entered the correct password, and then had to bind his mobile phone number. He showed the phone to Fu Zhen. :”This one.”

Fu Zhen took Jiang Hengshu's mobile phone and glanced at it. This account looks too much like the water army number that Taobao buys likes buys and forwards, and even the water army who reads comments does not use such a whiteboard account.

But it’s okay. Only he knew that after getting permission from Jiang Hengshu, Fu Zhen removed all the mess from his watch list, then searched for Jian Wen and added a follower.

Then Fu Zhen logged on Shangjianwen's Weibo, first returned to Jiang Hengshu, and then added a sentence in his personal introduction, ”The world sees my constant tune, and sneers when I hear it.”

Fu Zhen simply doubted whether his Weibo was being monitored by fans 24 hours a day. Not long after he was posted on Weibo, his comments and private messages increased by dozens.

Jian Wen hadn't appeared for a long time. Fu Zhen started to open a private message and found that someone asked him to ask for a draft, and he was concerned about what he was doing now. There were still many people who were speculating on his identity. Unexpectedly, someone really guessed it.

[Madam, are you Fu Tao? ]

The reason for asking this is that Jian Wen’s painting style is too in line with the original Shazhou Chronicle, and they have also picked up other painters in the Shazhou Chronicle. Seeing their Weibo dynamics are not very consistent with Jian Wen, they finally set their sights. On Fu Zhen.