Chapter 31
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"Have time to bring it to mother -" Mrs. Jiang's voice suddenly stopped.
After a while, she reflected what Jiang Hengshu said to herself. She couldn't believe that this was what Jiang Hengshu would say: "Hengshu, what you said just now, my mother didn't quite understand."
"The man I like is a man." Jiang Hengshu repeated.
"Heng Shu, you're not joking with mom, are you?"
Jiang Hengshu shook his head: "of course not."
Mrs. Jiang's two eyebrows are almost squeezed together. She looks at Jiang Hengshu with a little blame in her eyes, but the blame disappears immediately. Her eyes towards Jiang Hengshu are still full of love: "how could you Will you suddenly like men? "
Jiang Hengshu hesitated for a moment and said to Mrs. Jiang, "it's not sudden. I always like men."
"he Is it? "
Jiang Hengshu said.
"You two..." Mrs. Jiang tried to open her mouth several times, but she couldn't get this out.
Jiang Hengshu said directly, "I chased him."
Mrs. Jiang sat down on the sofa. She frowned and sighed in a low voice: "what can I do if you let your grandfather and father know about this?"
Jiang Hengshu sat down beside Mrs. Jiang, raised his hand around Mrs. Jiang's shoulder, comforted Mrs. Jiang and said, "it doesn't matter. I'll tell them."
With a long sigh, Mrs. Jiang turned her head to Jiang Hengshu and said, "if I have a chance, I'd like to see him."
Jiang Hengshu said, "I'll bring him to see you later."
Mrs. Jiang patted Jiang Hengshu on the back of her hand. In fact, she was not able to accept that Jiang Hengshu was a homosexual. However, things have been like this, and other things are useless.
Since Jiang Hengshu was a homosexual before, what he likes is not this person, but there will be another one.
Mrs. Jiang is not a feudal person. She is very open-minded in most things. Otherwise, she would not agree with Jiang Hengshu to be a mercenary abroad. However, considering that her children will eventually live with a man for a lifetime, Mrs. Jiang still finds it hard to accept.
"Live with him now?" Mrs. Jiang asked.
"Yes." Jiang Hengshu nodded.
Mrs. Jiang sighed and looked at her son, who was proud to do anything. She would compromise for him.
Mrs. Jiang told Jiang Hengshu, "when you do something, remember to get everything ready."
Jiang Hengshu's cold face was finally broken. His face was a little red. He tried to use a calm tone to say to Mrs. Jiang: "I know."
Mrs. Jiang seldom saw her son's shy appearance. Seeing him, she could not help pursing her lips and chuckling. The atmosphere in the tea room finally became brisk again.
"Are you going back in the evening?" Mrs. Jiang asked, holding a teacup.
Jiang Hengshu nodded.
Mrs. Jiang didn't say much about this. She chatted with Jiang Hengshu about his next plan. Looking at the darkness outside, Jiang Hengshu's expression also became a little anxious. Mrs. Jiang's heart was funny. She let Jiang Hengshu go and said, "OK, it's late. You go back."
Mrs. Jiang sent Jiang Hengshu all the way to the outside of the villa and told Jiang Hengshu, "if you have time, remember to go home and have a look."
"Yes."
Mrs. Jiang chuckled: "it's easy to promise. Once you leave home, you can't call back."
Jiang Hengshu pursed his lips and did not speak. The setting sun covered the top of the mountain. The bare land was shining with orange light. Mrs. Jiang patted him on the shoulder: "OK, you are so anxious. Go back."
After receiving the thousand stories from the housekeeper, Jiang Hengshu hugged Mrs. Jiang, turned to get on the car, and soon disappeared in Mrs. Jiang's sight along the mountain road.
The housekeeper noticed that Mrs. Jiang's face was not very good and asked in a low voice, "why does Mrs. Jiang look in a bad mood?"
Mrs. Jiang sighed: "children grow up, to have their own home."
"The young master has a girlfriend?" The housekeeper was so happy that his eyebrows would fly up. "This is a happy event. Why doesn't madam look so happy? Are you dissatisfied with the young master's girlfriend? "
Mrs. Jiang sighed and shook her head: "you will know when you see someone."
On hearing this, the housekeeper understood that it was Jiang Hengshu's girlfriend who was not very satisfied with Mrs. Jiang. He comforted Mrs. Jiang and said, "children and grandchildren have their own good fortune, so the wife doesn't have to worry too much."
Mrs. Jiang nodded: "I hope so."
After returning to the rental house, Jiang Hengshu sent the strawberry thousand layers he had brought back from home to Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen looked at the things on Jiang Hengshu's hand. He had just finished his meal, and before his brow wrinkled, he heard Jiang Hengshu say, "it's not bought, it's taken at home."
Fu Zhen's eyes opened in a flash. Jiang Hengshu was a little funny. He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his head.
All the strawberries on the top of the strawberry layer are fresh. The cream taste is light and not greasy. Fu Zhen hasn't eaten such a delicious cake for a long time. It may be that Jiang Hengshu brought it to him, so it's very delicious.Jiang Hengshu sat on one side and looked at him. The light fell on Fu Zhen's black hair. The hair tip showed a bit of brown. Jiang Hengshu asked him, "is it delicious?"
"Mm-hmm." Fu Zhen nodded, as clever as a hamster.
Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and wiped the white cream from the corner of Fu Zhen's mouth with the finger pulp of his thumb. Fu Zhen stopped and felt that the scene seemed familiar. On the night of new year's day, after paying the bill, he bought two sweet cones, and the cream of the cones hung on the corner of his mouth. At that time, Jiang Hengshu did the same thing as now.
Fu Zhen returned to his senses and dug a small piece of cake with a spoon and sent it to Jiang Hengshu's mouth. Jiang Hengshu shook his head gently.
Fu Zhen's eyes twinkled, and he could clearly see his figure inside. With the sweet and warm breath of strawberries, he threw himself on Jiang Hengshu's face. He asked himself, "don't you eat it?"
Jiang Hengshu shook his head. Fu Zhen could only put the cake in the spoon into his mouth, then stretched out a piece of pink tongue and licked the cream on his lips.
Jiang Hengshu's eyes became hot in an instant. He stepped forward, bent down to hold Fu Zhen's face, imprinted his lips on Fu Zhen's lips, and then put them into his mouth to absorb the sweetness.
After a long time, Jiang Hengshu released Fu Zhen and said calmly, "yes."
Fu Zhen blushed, not knowing whether he was shy or excited. He rubbed his still hot cheek and put the unfinished thousand layer cake back into the box and put it on the windowsill outside for tomorrow.
Jiang Hengshu sat down beside him. He took a look at Fu Zhen's computer screen and asked him, "how long do we have to draw today?"
"It's almost finished."
"Go to bed early and don't stay up late."
Fu Zhen nodded his head cleverly. Jiang Hengshu held out his finger, pointed to his ears, and said to Fu Zhen, "I can hear you in the next room."
Fu Zhen looked at Jiang Hengshu with two eyes. He didn't seem to believe what Jiang said. Jiang patted him on the head: "so go to bed early."
"I see." Fu Zhen responded obediently. After
Jiang Heng Shu left the room, Fu Zhen did a little rendering of the color of the picture, which made the whole picture more harmonious, and then sent it to the author. The author probably was not online. He never replied to Fu Zhen. However, on the morning of the second morning, Fu Zhen woke up and heard the voice of Alipay's voice transfer, and the author had already called him the tail.
This day, Fu Zhen had a rare relaxing day. He went out to see a movie with Jiang Hengshu, had lunch, and went to the amusement park for a long time.
When he came back, there was a live broadcast of "chunhuashan" on TV in the living room. Fu Zhen also wanted to see whether this film was the one he had made in those years. So he sat down on the sofa in the living room, accompanied by Jiang Hengshu.
The host of the program, a young girl in a long blue dress, was asking the director Zhao Jin, "why is chunhuashan such a name? Does the name mean anything special to you? "
"When I was a child, my father often took me to climb mountains. The mountain we climbed was Mount Hua. Many of the truth of life was told to me by my father on the way up. For me, my father was the towering green mountain, sheltering me from the wind and rain, and supporting a day for me."
The host asked, "Chunhua mountain? I don't know where this mountain is? "
The director shook his head: "this is what I did when I was very young. Now I can't remember clearly. Chunhua mountain seems to have changed its name."
The hostess didn't ask chunhuashan any more. Instead, she asked the director Zhao Jin about the relationship between father and son. There was resentment and warmth.
"What you said is very good. I believe our audience friends have had similar experience. I heard that your film was made two years ago. Why let it be released now?"
Zhao Jin sighed and replied to the host, "two years ago, something happened to my family, and this film was put on hold for the time being."
"I also heard that you didn't have enough money to make this film, so the actors you invited were all new people."
Zhao Jin nodded, followed the host's words and continued: "yes, at that time, I had no name. Investors saw the script as an art film, and they didn't plan to invest, but I didn't give up. This film is to commemorate my dead father. I have prepared for this film for many years. I must make it appear on the big screen in order to raise funds Money, I sold my old house and my new car. "
"It's really moving. I believe your father will be glad to see this" Chunhua mountain "in the spirit of heaven
……
Listening to Zhao Jin on TV saying that father and son are deeply in love, listening to him say how much he has suffered to prepare for this film, and how to be a good father
There was no expression on Fu Zhen's face, just wondering whether Zhao Jin's father would jump out of the ground and slap Zhao Jin.
The real Chunhua mountain is actually a small rockery. In the small garden behind Fu's family, when he was just reading, he liked to give a name to everything he saw. The name he chose for the small rockery was Chunhua.It seems that the other party is really planning to release the film that he was banned at that time, but I don't know how he found the master version of his own film.
Maybe it was Tang quwan who helped, or Fu Jianchen. They found it from his treasure chest buried in the ground. They could not escape several of them.
Fu Zhen went back to his room and took out his computer to log on to his previous Baidu cloud account. There were not only the master version of chunhuashan, but also some funny clips when they were shooting the scene, as well as short videos of actors' blessing to Fu Jianchen. As long as these things were released, Zhao Jin was bound to be defeated.
But when to release it is also a question.
If in the past, Fu Zhen would never allow anyone to tarnish this gift he gave to Fu Jianchen, and he would expose Zhao Jin at the first time. However, if it was in the past, Zhao Jin would not dare to put his name on this film.
Now, he's thinking about what to do to make the most of himself.
He's gone bad.
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"Have time to bring it to mother -" Mrs. Jiang's voice suddenly stopped.
After a while, she reflected what Jiang Hengshu said to herself. She couldn't believe that this was what Jiang Hengshu would say: "Hengshu, what you said just now, my mother didn't quite understand."
"The man I like is a man." Jiang Hengshu repeated.
"Heng Shu, you're not joking with mom, are you?"
Jiang Hengshu shook his head: "of course not."
Mrs. Jiang's two eyebrows are almost squeezed together. She looks at Jiang Hengshu with a little blame in her eyes, but the blame disappears immediately. Her eyes towards Jiang Hengshu are still full of love: "how could you Will you suddenly like men? "
Jiang Hengshu hesitated for a moment and said to Mrs. Jiang, "it's not sudden. I always like men."
"he Is it? "
Jiang Hengshu said.
"You two..." Mrs. Jiang tried to open her mouth several times, but she couldn't get this out.
Jiang Hengshu said directly, "I chased him."
Mrs. Jiang sat down on the sofa. She frowned and sighed in a low voice: "what can I do if you let your grandfather and father know about this?"
Jiang Hengshu sat down beside Mrs. Jiang, raised his hand around Mrs. Jiang's shoulder, comforted Mrs. Jiang and said, "it doesn't matter. I'll tell them."
With a long sigh, Mrs. Jiang turned her head to Jiang Hengshu and said, "if I have a chance, I'd like to see him."
Jiang Hengshu said, "I'll bring him to see you later."
Mrs. Jiang patted Jiang Hengshu on the back of her hand. In fact, she was not able to accept that Jiang Hengshu was a homosexual. However, things have been like this, and other things are useless.
Since Jiang Hengshu was a homosexual before, what he likes is not this person, but there will be another one.
Mrs. Jiang is not a feudal person. She is very open-minded in most things. Otherwise, she would not agree with Jiang Hengshu to be a mercenary abroad. However, considering that her children will eventually live with a man for a lifetime, Mrs. Jiang still finds it hard to accept.
"Live with him now?" Mrs. Jiang asked.
"Yes." Jiang Hengshu nodded.
Mrs. Jiang sighed and looked at her son, who was proud to do anything. She would compromise for him.
Mrs. Jiang told Jiang Hengshu, "when you do something, remember to get everything ready."
Jiang Hengshu's cold face was finally broken. His face was a little red. He tried to use a calm tone to say to Mrs. Jiang: "I know."
Mrs. Jiang seldom saw her son's shy appearance. Seeing him, she could not help pursing her lips and chuckling. The atmosphere in the tea room finally became brisk again.
"Are you going back in the evening?" Mrs. Jiang asked, holding a teacup.
Jiang Hengshu nodded.
Mrs. Jiang didn't say much about this. She chatted with Jiang Hengshu about his next plan. Looking at the darkness outside, Jiang Hengshu's expression also became a little anxious. Mrs. Jiang's heart was funny. She let Jiang Hengshu go and said, "OK, it's late. You go back."
Mrs. Jiang sent Jiang Hengshu all the way to the outside of the villa and told Jiang Hengshu, "if you have time, remember to go home and have a look."
"Yes."
Mrs. Jiang chuckled: "it's easy to promise. Once you leave home, you can't call back."
Jiang Hengshu pursed his lips and did not speak. The setting sun covered the top of the mountain. The bare land was shining with orange light. Mrs. Jiang patted him on the shoulder: "OK, you are so anxious. Go back."
After receiving the thousand stories from the housekeeper, Jiang Hengshu hugged Mrs. Jiang, turned to get on the car, and soon disappeared in Mrs. Jiang's sight along the mountain road.
The housekeeper noticed that Mrs. Jiang's face was not very good and asked in a low voice, "why does Mrs. Jiang look in a bad mood?"
Mrs. Jiang sighed: "children grow up, to have their own home."
"The young master has a girlfriend?" The housekeeper was so happy that his eyebrows would fly up. "This is a happy event. Why doesn't madam look so happy? Are you dissatisfied with the young master's girlfriend? "
Mrs. Jiang sighed and shook her head: "you will know when you see someone."
On hearing this, the housekeeper understood that it was Jiang Hengshu's girlfriend who was not very satisfied with Mrs. Jiang. He comforted Mrs. Jiang and said, "children and grandchildren have their own good fortune, so the wife doesn't have to worry too much."
Mrs. Jiang nodded: "I hope so."
After returning to the rental house, Jiang Hengshu sent the strawberry thousand layers he had brought back from home to Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen looked at the things on Jiang Hengshu's hand. He had just finished his meal, and before his brow wrinkled, he heard Jiang Hengshu say, "it's not bought, it's taken at home."
Fu Zhen's eyes opened in a flash. Jiang Hengshu was a little funny. He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his head.
All the strawberries on the top of the strawberry layer are fresh. The cream taste is light and not greasy. Fu Zhen hasn't eaten such a delicious cake for a long time. It may be that Jiang Hengshu brought it to him, so it's very delicious.Jiang Hengshu sat on one side and looked at him. The light fell on Fu Zhen's black hair. The hair tip showed a bit of brown. Jiang Hengshu asked him, "is it delicious?"
"Mm-hmm." Fu Zhen nodded, as clever as a hamster.
Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and wiped the white cream from the corner of Fu Zhen's mouth with the finger pulp of his thumb. Fu Zhen stopped and felt that the scene seemed familiar. On the night of new year's day, after paying the bill, he bought two sweet cones, and the cream of the cones hung on the corner of his mouth. At that time, Jiang Hengshu did the same thing as now.
Fu Zhen returned to his senses and dug a small piece of cake with a spoon and sent it to Jiang Hengshu's mouth. Jiang Hengshu shook his head gently.
Fu Zhen's eyes twinkled, and he could clearly see his figure inside. With the sweet and warm breath of strawberries, he threw himself on Jiang Hengshu's face. He asked himself, "don't you eat it?"
Jiang Hengshu shook his head. Fu Zhen could only put the cake in the spoon into his mouth, then stretched out a piece of pink tongue and licked the cream on his lips.
Jiang Hengshu's eyes became hot in an instant. He stepped forward, bent down to hold Fu Zhen's face, imprinted his lips on Fu Zhen's lips, and then put them into his mouth to absorb the sweetness.
After a long time, Jiang Hengshu released Fu Zhen and said calmly, "yes."
Fu Zhen blushed, not knowing whether he was shy or excited. He rubbed his still hot cheek and put the unfinished thousand layer cake back into the box and put it on the windowsill outside for tomorrow.
Jiang Hengshu sat down beside him. He took a look at Fu Zhen's computer screen and asked him, "how long do we have to draw today?"
"It's almost finished."
"Go to bed early and don't stay up late."
Fu Zhen nodded his head cleverly. Jiang Hengshu held out his finger, pointed to his ears, and said to Fu Zhen, "I can hear you in the next room."
Fu Zhen looked at Jiang Hengshu with two eyes. He didn't seem to believe what Jiang said. Jiang patted him on the head: "so go to bed early."
"I see." Fu Zhen responded obediently. After
Jiang Heng Shu left the room, Fu Zhen did a little rendering of the color of the picture, which made the whole picture more harmonious, and then sent it to the author. The author probably was not online. He never replied to Fu Zhen. However, on the morning of the second morning, Fu Zhen woke up and heard the voice of Alipay's voice transfer, and the author had already called him the tail.
This day, Fu Zhen had a rare relaxing day. He went out to see a movie with Jiang Hengshu, had lunch, and went to the amusement park for a long time.
When he came back, there was a live broadcast of "chunhuashan" on TV in the living room. Fu Zhen also wanted to see whether this film was the one he had made in those years. So he sat down on the sofa in the living room, accompanied by Jiang Hengshu.
The host of the program, a young girl in a long blue dress, was asking the director Zhao Jin, "why is chunhuashan such a name? Does the name mean anything special to you? "
"When I was a child, my father often took me to climb mountains. The mountain we climbed was Mount Hua. Many of the truth of life was told to me by my father on the way up. For me, my father was the towering green mountain, sheltering me from the wind and rain, and supporting a day for me."
The host asked, "Chunhua mountain? I don't know where this mountain is? "
The director shook his head: "this is what I did when I was very young. Now I can't remember clearly. Chunhua mountain seems to have changed its name."
The hostess didn't ask chunhuashan any more. Instead, she asked the director Zhao Jin about the relationship between father and son. There was resentment and warmth.
"What you said is very good. I believe our audience friends have had similar experience. I heard that your film was made two years ago. Why let it be released now?"
Zhao Jin sighed and replied to the host, "two years ago, something happened to my family, and this film was put on hold for the time being."
"I also heard that you didn't have enough money to make this film, so the actors you invited were all new people."
Zhao Jin nodded, followed the host's words and continued: "yes, at that time, I had no name. Investors saw the script as an art film, and they didn't plan to invest, but I didn't give up. This film is to commemorate my dead father. I have prepared for this film for many years. I must make it appear on the big screen in order to raise funds Money, I sold my old house and my new car. "
"It's really moving. I believe your father will be glad to see this" Chunhua mountain "in the spirit of heaven
……
Listening to Zhao Jin on TV saying that father and son are deeply in love, listening to him say how much he has suffered to prepare for this film, and how to be a good father
There was no expression on Fu Zhen's face, just wondering whether Zhao Jin's father would jump out of the ground and slap Zhao Jin.
The real Chunhua mountain is actually a small rockery. In the small garden behind Fu's family, when he was just reading, he liked to give a name to everything he saw. The name he chose for the small rockery was Chunhua.It seems that the other party is really planning to release the film that he was banned at that time, but I don't know how he found the master version of his own film.
Maybe it was Tang quwan who helped, or Fu Jianchen. They found it from his treasure chest buried in the ground. They could not escape several of them.
Fu Zhen went back to his room and took out his computer to log on to his previous Baidu cloud account. There were not only the master version of chunhuashan, but also some funny clips when they were shooting the scene, as well as short videos of actors' blessing to Fu Jianchen. As long as these things were released, Zhao Jin was bound to be defeated.
But when to release it is also a question.
If in the past, Fu Zhen would never allow anyone to tarnish this gift he gave to Fu Jianchen, and he would expose Zhao Jin at the first time. However, if it was in the past, Zhao Jin would not dare to put his name on this film.
Now, he's thinking about what to do to make the most of himself.
He's gone bad.
"Have time to bring it to mother -" Mrs. Jiang's voice suddenly stopped. After a while, she reflected what Jiang Hengshu said to herself. She couldn't believe that this was what Jiang Hengshu would say: "Hengshu, what you said just now, my mother didn't quite understand." "The man I like is a man." Jiang Hengshu repeated. "Heng Shu, you're not joking with mom, are you?" Jiang Hengshu shook his head: "of course not." Mrs. Jiang's two eyebrows are almost squeezed together. She looks at Jiang Hengshu with a little blame in her eyes, but the blame disappears immediately. Her eyes towards Jiang Hengshu are still full of love: "how could you Will you suddenly like men? " Jiang Hengshu hesitated for a moment and said to Mrs. Jiang, "it's not sudden. I always like men." "he Is it? " Jiang Hengshu said. "You two..." Mrs. Jiang tried to open her mouth several times, but she couldn't get this out. Jiang Hengshu said directly, "I chased him." Mrs. Jiang sat down on the sofa. She frowned and sighed in a low voice: "what can I do if you let your grandfather and father know about this?" Jiang Hengshu sat down beside Mrs. Jiang, raised his hand around Mrs. Jiang's shoulder, comforted Mrs. Jiang and said, "it doesn't matter. I'll tell them." With a long sigh, Mrs. Jiang turned her head to Jiang Hengshu and said, "if I have a chance, I'd like to see him." Jiang Hengshu said, "I'll bring him to see you later." Mrs. Jiang patted Jiang Hengshu on the back of her hand. In fact, she was not able to accept that Jiang Hengshu was a homosexual. However, things have been like this, and other things are useless. Since Jiang Hengshu was a homosexual before, what he likes is not this person, but there will be another one. Mrs. Jiang is not a feudal person. She is very open-minded in most things. Otherwise, she would not agree with Jiang Hengshu to be a mercenary abroad. However, considering that her children will eventually live with a man for a lifetime, Mrs. Jiang still finds it hard to accept. "Live with him now?" Mrs. Jiang asked. "Yes." Jiang Hengshu nodded. Mrs. Jiang sighed and looked at her son, who was proud to do anything. She would compromise for him. Mrs. Jiang told Jiang Hengshu, "when you do something, remember to get everything ready." Jiang Hengshu's cold face was finally broken. His face was a little red. He tried to use a calm tone to say to Mrs. Jiang: "I know." Mrs. Jiang seldom saw her son's shy appearance. Seeing him, she could not help pursing her lips and chuckling. The atmosphere in the tea room finally became brisk again. "Are you going back in the evening?" Mrs. Jiang asked, holding a teacup. Jiang Hengshu nodded. Mrs. Jiang didn't say much about this. She chatted with Jiang Hengshu about his next plan. Looking at the darkness outside, Jiang Hengshu's expression also became a little anxious. Mrs. Jiang's heart was funny. She let Jiang Hengshu go and said, "OK, it's late. You go back." Mrs. Jiang sent Jiang Hengshu all the way to the outside of the villa and told Jiang Hengshu, "if you have time, remember to go home and have a look." "Yes." Mrs. Jiang chuckled: "it's easy to promise. Once you leave home, you can't call back." Jiang Hengshu pursed his lips and did not speak. The setting sun covered the top of the mountain. The bare land was shining with orange light. Mrs. Jiang patted him on the shoulder: "OK, you are so anxious. Go back." After receiving the thousand stories from the housekeeper, Jiang Hengshu hugged Mrs. Jiang, turned to get on the car, and soon disappeared in Mrs. Jiang's sight along the mountain road. The housekeeper noticed that Mrs. Jiang's face was not very good and asked in a low voice, "why does Mrs. Jiang look in a bad mood?" Mrs. Jiang sighed: "children grow up, to have their own home." "The young master has a girlfriend?" The housekeeper was so happy that his eyebrows would fly up. "This is a happy event. Why doesn't madam look so happy? Are you dissatisfied with the young master's girlfriend? " Mrs. Jiang sighed and shook her head: "you will know when you see someone." On hearing this, the housekeeper understood that it was Jiang Hengshu's girlfriend who was not very satisfied with Mrs. Jiang. He comforted Mrs. Jiang and said, "children and grandchildren have their own good fortune, so the wife doesn't have to worry too much." Mrs. Jiang nodded: "I hope so." After returning to the rental house, Jiang Hengshu sent the strawberry thousand layers he had brought back from home to Fu Zhen. Fu Zhen looked at the things on Jiang Hengshu's hand. He had just finished his meal, and before his brow wrinkled, he heard Jiang Hengshu say, "it's not bought, it's taken at home." Fu Zhen's eyes opened in a flash. Jiang Hengshu was a little funny. He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his head. All the strawberries on the top of the strawberry layer are fresh. The cream taste is light and not greasy. Fu Zhen hasn't eaten such a delicious cake for a long time. It may be that Jiang Hengshu brought it to him, so it's very delicious.Jiang Hengshu sat on one side and looked at him. The light fell on Fu Zhen's black hair. The hair tip showed a bit of brown. Jiang Hengshu asked him, "is it delicious?" "Mm-hmm." Fu Zhen nodded, as clever as a hamster. Jiang Hengshu raised his hand and wiped the white cream from the corner of Fu Zhen's mouth with the finger pulp of his thumb. Fu Zhen stopped and felt that the scene seemed familiar. On the night of new year's day, after paying the bill, he bought two sweet cones, and the cream of the cones hung on the corner of his mouth. At that time, Jiang Hengshu did the same thing as now. Fu Zhen returned to his senses and dug a small piece of cake with a spoon and sent it to Jiang Hengshu's mouth. Jiang Hengshu shook his head gently. Fu Zhen's eyes twinkled, and he could clearly see his figure inside. With the sweet and warm breath of strawberries, he threw himself on Jiang Hengshu's face. He asked himself, "don't you eat it?" Jiang Hengshu shook his head. Fu Zhen could only put the cake in the spoon into his mouth, then stretched out a piece of pink tongue and licked the cream on his lips. Jiang Hengshu's eyes became hot in an instant. He stepped forward, bent down to hold Fu Zhen's face, imprinted his lips on Fu Zhen's lips, and then put them into his mouth to absorb the sweetness. After a long time, Jiang Hengshu released Fu Zhen and said calmly, "yes." Fu Zhen blushed, not knowing whether he was shy or excited. He rubbed his still hot cheek and put the unfinished thousand layer cake back into the box and put it on the windowsill outside for tomorrow. Jiang Hengshu sat down beside him. He took a look at Fu Zhen's computer screen and asked him, "how long do we have to draw today?" "It's almost finished." "Go to bed early and don't stay up late." Fu Zhen nodded his head cleverly. Jiang Hengshu held out his finger, pointed to his ears, and said to Fu Zhen, "I can hear you in the next room." Fu Zhen looked at Jiang Hengshu with two eyes. He didn't seem to believe what Jiang said. Jiang patted him on the head: "so go to bed early." "I see." Fu Zhen responded obediently. After Jiang Heng Shu left the room, Fu Zhen did a little rendering of the color of the picture, which made the whole picture more harmonious, and then sent it to the author. The author probably was not online. He never replied to Fu Zhen. However, on the morning of the second morning, Fu Zhen woke up and heard the voice of Alipay's voice transfer, and the author had already called him the tail. This day, Fu Zhen had a rare relaxing day. He went out to see a movie with Jiang Hengshu, had lunch, and went to the amusement park for a long time. When he came back, there was a live broadcast of "chunhuashan" on TV in the living room. Fu Zhen also wanted to see whether this film was the one he had made in those years. So he sat down on the sofa in the living room, accompanied by Jiang Hengshu. The host of the program, a young girl in a long blue dress, was asking the director Zhao Jin, "why is chunhuashan such a name? Does the name mean anything special to you? " "When I was a child, my father often took me to climb mountains. The mountain we climbed was Mount Hua. Many of the truth of life was told to me by my father on the way up. For me, my father was the towering green mountain, sheltering me from the wind and rain, and supporting a day for me." The host asked, "Chunhua mountain? I don't know where this mountain is? " The director shook his head: "this is what I did when I was very young. Now I can't remember clearly. Chunhua mountain seems to have changed its name." The hostess didn't ask chunhuashan any more. Instead, she asked the director Zhao Jin about the relationship between father and son. There was resentment and warmth. "What you said is very good. I believe our audience friends have had similar experience. I heard that your film was made two years ago. Why let it be released now?" Zhao Jin sighed and replied to the host, "two years ago, something happened to my family, and this film was put on hold for the time being." "I also heard that you didn't have enough money to make this film, so the actors you invited were all new people." Zhao Jin nodded, followed the host's words and continued: "yes, at that time, I had no name. Investors saw the script as an art film, and they didn't plan to invest, but I didn't give up. This film is to commemorate my dead father. I have prepared for this film for many years. I must make it appear on the big screen in order to raise funds Money, I sold my old house and my new car. " "It's really moving. I believe your father will be glad to see this" Chunhua mountain "in the spirit of heaven Listening to Zhao Jin on TV saying that father and son are deeply in love, listening to him say how much he has suffered to prepare for this film, and how to be a good father There was no expression on Fu Zhen's face, just wondering whether Zhao Jin's father would jump out of the ground and slap Zhao Jin. The real Chunhua mountain is actually a small rockery. In the small garden behind Fu's family, when he was just reading, he liked to give a name to everything he saw. The name he chose for the small rockery was Chunhua.It seems that the other party is really planning to release the film that he was banned at that time, but I don't know how he found the master version of his own film. Maybe it was Tang quwan who helped, or Fu Jianchen. They found it from his treasure chest buried in the ground. They could not escape several of them. Fu Zhen went back to his room and took out his computer to log on to his previous Baidu cloud account. There were not only the master version of chunhuashan, but also some funny clips when they were shooting the scene, as well as short videos of actors' blessing to Fu Jianchen. As long as these things were released, Zhao Jin was bound to be defeated. But when to release it is also a question. If in the past, Fu Zhen would never allow anyone to tarnish this gift he gave to Fu Jianchen, and he would expose Zhao Jin at the first time. However, if it was in the past, Zhao Jin would not dare to put his name on this film. Now, he's thinking about what to do to make the most of himself. He's gone bad.
