Chapter 463 Honest and Cowardly Contractor Dad Has a Headache Everyday 15
Chapter 463 The honest and cowardly contractor father has a daily headache 15
"Five years ago, I'm sorry," Fuchen said. She knew that she went too far back then. She didn't know how to face the people around her, so she simply stabbed her with a knife to keep people away.
Back then, Yang Yong got back 30% of his money. Although it was a small amount, it relieved the financial pressure. Over the years, he also got his house back. But Fuchen still doesn't want to go back.
She chose another path, so she had to go all the way to the dark side.
Now that she has money and her career is going smoothly, she knows that it is not necessary. But she also knows that if she had not reached this position, even if she knew, she would not come back.
I want to save face, so I screw up.
"Yeah." Zhen Shen seemed to be more reticent. His body movements were very stiff.
Fuchen remembered that he spoke many languages, and his language was all in his face, eyes, lips and ears. But now it is almost invisible.
Yang Yong was still shopping for groceries outside. Zhen Shen went inside to get the spare key. Fuchen took the key and opened the door.
The two families have been neighbors for many years and have their own spare keys.
"Are you a painter now?" Fuchen asked.
It's so dark, I didn't add any smudge to the color, I applied it directly.
"Hey, are you still arrogant?" Fuchen held him in his arms and put his right elbow on his neck to threaten.
Fuchen sat with him and could still feel his restraint. Fuchen also kept a distance from his neighbors.
Zhen Shen said nothing.
"You told me not to tell Ah Shen, but I dare not."
"Um."
Fuchen looked at Zhen Shen and briefly talked about the development over the years.
Zhen Shen looked directly at her, leaning his head on her shoulder, and gesturing with his hands in front of her eyes, "I can try with you, will you marry me?"
Originally, there were some regular portraits, with castles and children visible. Now, it's so abstract that I don't even know what it is. Large lines and large areas of color. Fu Chen can only feel his emotions when looking at the painting.
"Which university should I go to? Are you talking about the art school?"
Zhen Shen said there was nothing interesting to see inside and took him to the balcony on the fourth floor.
"Three to five days." Fuchen didn't ask for leave. He originally planned to come over the weekend, get his household registration, stay for a day and leave. "It's okay, I can stay for another week. I'll make up for the leave later."
Yang Yong opened the door and came back.
"You won't care when you leave."
After the meal, Fuchen said hello and went out for a walk with Zhen Shen.
"Hukou." Fuchen said, "I want to buy a house and I need to register with a household registration."
Fuchen drove Yang Yong's car to take Zhen Shen back. "Have you eaten yet?"
Comparing people with each other makes people angry.
"Is this a pair of eyes?" Fuchen pointed out the location.
"Where are you feeding the pigs? There are so many vegetables, of course you can't eat them." Zhen Yan couldn't say Fuchen, so he directly criticized Yang Yong.
Yang Yong: "I forgot that my two children won't be able to eat that much if they don't grow taller. Let's eat more."
Entering Yang Yong's room: simple furnishings, monotonous men's colors, black and gray are the main themes.
She didn't think much about what happened behind her, and she never looked back.
Fuchen stayed at home for three days and changed his ID card. Then he took his household registration book and left. He made greetings and phone calls every week. When he remembered, he sent something to his family. Nothing changed in his life.
"That boy Zhen Shen is special. You come here when you are happy, but you leave when you are unhappy. You can't even get together and have a good time together."
Fuchen put down the fruit basket and talked with Zhen Shen. He didn't want to say more.
Fuchen greeted with a smile, "Hi."
She felt there was a future, so she went to work without asking for money. The boss didn't mind her young age. After a few years, the company finally stabilized. She worked her way up and became the second-in-command. She wanted to buy a house while she had money.
"Uncle." Fuchen took the initiative to say hello.
Fuchen: "I'm over there..." Just as he was about to say he was busy, Yang Yong gave him a reproachful look and continued.
She is 176cm tall and has no longer grown.
half year later.
Yang Yong stood up and went into the house, asking Zhen Shen to go back and have a good rest. He would just keep watch all night.
If she had liked him before, she would have kissed him directly. Now, with that question, she didn't dare to flirt casually.
"When you left a few years ago, Zhen Shen was in a bad mood and couldn't go to college."
There are paintings all around, and there are a lot of them here and there. However, they have been out of use recently and are a little dusty.
Fuchen had no plans to get married. When she came back, she only felt that the two of them were close. She didn't know whether she could deny it.
It was as if the close look just now had never happened before.
When I first came out, I didn’t have much money, I only had an ID card, I was underage, and I had to withhold money from my part-time job. I didn’t leave, so I just followed others to set up a street stall.
Zhen Yan sometimes disliked Yang Yong because he was simple-minded but his limbs were a little developed. He had a hard time educating him and raised a daughter like Fuchen.
Fuchen wondered, "What is this? A storm at sea?"
She knows that she has a kind of charm that always attracts many people to like her. When you enter society, you will be in a mess at first and no one will look at you. Now that you have climbed up, there will never be fewer people around you.
Zhen Shen nodded, pulled her to stand on the ladder, and pointed to an area in the middle of various colored blocks, with two words written in color on it, "Gangfeng".
Fuchen was also thinking about the company's business, and when he got the idea, he was about to rush back to the airport. He was stopped by Yang Yong.
"Because of you, I had a quarrel with your uncle. Later, I dropped out of school and stopped studying in a good university. I sold my paintings and left alone."
Yang Yong looked at his face and picked up some vegetables, "Eat vegetables, eat vegetables, eat more vegetables, I can't even eat this dish."
"You walk elegantly, have you seen the person behind you?"
"I can't even lift my head in front of your Uncle Zhen, I'm so ashamed."
I went to work part-time and met a startup company next door.
"Zhen Shen is not like your aunt, and her temperament is completely like his father's. She is dull, doesn't like to negotiate, and always gets into trouble by herself."
Thinking of this, Fuchen asked Zhen Shen, "How tall are you?" He asked others to compare, and then compared himself.
"Are you nearby?"
Still attractive.
Street stalls also had tricks to collect protection fees. Fuchen had long been familiar with these tricks and led a few people to join forces to resist. He formed his own small group and successfully ran the stall for a year.
Zhen Shen smiled and said nothing.
The two quickly exchanged new contact information.
Zhen Yan said "hmm" and said nothing.
Zhen Shen still didn’t say anything.
"That boy Ah Shen is waiting for you impatiently. He asks you for news every day. He stays alone in the room painting and doesn't go to school."
Half a head shorter.
"You haven't grown up in these years?" Fuchen teased.
Heartache.
"Uncle Zhen has a problem with overtime and psychological problems," Yang Yong said.
In the evening, Yang Yong shouted at Zhen Yan and the two of them cooked a big meal. It was rare for both children to go home. The four of them could have dinner together as before. Zhen Yan saw Fu Chen and Zhen Shen appear together, and his eyes were complicated.
The four of them ate at the dining table as usual.
The previous movements were made subconsciously, and both of them were stunned.
Zhen Yan is shorter. Standing next to Yang Yong, he is a head shorter.
Open the drawer and look for the account number.
Yang Yong cooked the dishes and brought them up, patting his thigh, "I forgot to buy wine. Hey, Fuchen, how many days will you stay at home?"
Fuchen thought for a while and took a day off. He flew back and bought a fruit basket to visit.
The surrounding flowers and plants have become wild flowers, either withered or climbing out on their own. The balcony is occupied by these green plants, leaving no space and looking dirty and messy.
Fuchen was a little confused when he saw those eyes, and said with a smile, "Are you single? Do you want us to try again?"
Zhen Shen smiled and explained, "I haven't lived here in the past two years. I haven't used it much."
Zhen Shen smiled and stood up straight, still wearing his gentle face.
The two of them drove to the suburbs, and Fuchen learned that Zhen Shen had bought a house here to use as a studio.
"B City." A city with a prosperous economy.
Fuchen went to the second floor to take a look. The door to the room was locked, so he turned back.
"Get close to him and talk to him more."
Zhen Yan stayed up late and worked overtime for a long time. She had a heart disease at the age of less than 50 and needed bypass surgery.
No one said anything.
Fuchen knew that this guy might be rich, but he didn't expect to be so rich.
"suburbs."
She knew how much one of his paintings cost when she was in high school. Her current net worth is only the price of one of his paintings.
Fuchen quickly took the bowl back to his hand and interrupted his words. Zhen Yan had already looked over. She didn't want to be stared at all night.
Probably because of this, he doesn't care about others.
"You can drive there and have a look after dinner."
The turtle was raised to waste. Fuchen gave a thumbs up.
Fuchen found a stack of photo albums in the bedside table. They were all washed out photos from mobile phones. They were about her from childhood to adulthood, and there were also photos of her winning competitions found online.
At night, when I slept in my room, I found that some things had not changed. I thought: It turns out that these are the "roots".
"Where are you going to buy a house?" Zhen Shen asked.
Zhen Shen was shy and gestured: In the studio.
Zhen Shen lowered her head and said in sign language: "I didn't go to college."
Fuchen smiled and said nothing more.
Zhen Yan: "If you want to eat, you can eat it yourself, I can't eat it."
The bedding was replaced with a new one. I threw myself on the new bedding, filled with emotions. Although Yang Yong was dull and honest most of the time, he tolerated her enough. As a father, she had enough.
She stood in this position and looked at the gray-black sky above. There were various light and blurry colors in the middle, extending from the upper left to the lower right. It seemed that she could also find a pair of eyes in it.
Yang Yong smiled and said "yes". He received another look.
Zhen Shen nodded.
I saved some money and opened a store together. I quickly became successful.
Fuchen didn't ask any more questions.
It can be seen that Fuchen has worked hard and suffered a lot in the past few years.
Fuchen was stunned and let go of his hand.
Fuchen is still very busy, so busy that he doubts whether he is a human or a machine, whether he is making money or whether he is a slave to money.
The most impressive one is the large painting hanging in the main hall, which occupies half of the wall. The upper part is entirely light gray, with occasional orange and yellow lines, while the lower left corner of Fuchen Station is directly painted with a piece of black. The area is
It's not big. The second and third glances all focused on this place and couldn't look away.
Fuchen sighed and decided to stay a few more days. His impulsive behavior back then was really hurtful.
It is a small three-and-a-half-story foreign-style building. The living room is very large, covering an area of 60 to 70 square meters. The two floors are empty and the four walls are 12 meters high.
"Uncle Zhen blames you, no wonder."
The two characters are integrated into the painting, and there is no difference at all.
"He didn't say anything, but he was worried."
Fuchen smiled, her appetite now is not as good as before.
Fuchen watched the interaction between the two and quietly came to Zhen Shen's side, "Hey, your father, Yang Yong, hasn't found his aunt in these years? They are so good that they are almost a couple."
Yang Yong carried all kinds of food and smiled, "You guys talk, you talk, I'll deal with these first."
"Then I'll sell my paintings and go out on my own."
This turtle has always been here alone. It could not climb far, had no food, and starved to death. The turtle shell had already cracked due to the weather and the sun.
"Uncle Yang has always missed you." Zhen Shen said.
"He's an introverted person, he talks venomously, and he doesn't have many people to talk to. He keeps everything to himself."
"Really?" Fuchen asked.
Fuchen looked at these paintings of his. His painting style has changed drastically over the years.
No response.
The dust turns back.
Fuchen directly grabbed one of his hands and hung it under the table, "Eat."
Fuchen turned to Yang Yong, who was sitting in his seat, and said, "I'll stay with him. That's alright."
Fuchen didn't use Zhen Shen's sign language for a long time and forgot some of it. He needed to type to communicate. He spoke very little.
"It's all a matter of accumulation."
Yang Yong called her, "Your uncle Zhen fainted while working, and Zhen Shen was holding him up alone. I can help you keep an eye on your uncle. Come back and take a look at this child. I don't think he's okay."
Easy."
"168." Zhen Shen sign language.
Zhen Shen was speechless, put down her chopsticks, and said in sign language: "The two have been neighbors for more than ten years, and their relationship is naturally as good as brothers. It's not as good as you think--"
"Both of them will fall together sooner or later."
Zhen Shen was stunned and finally broke her desire to speak. She picked up rice and vegetables with one hand. The hand under the table quickly returned to the table.
Knowing that Fuchen never went home, her boss gave her a month's leave. She was asked to make up for the annual leave in the past few years and take care of her family affairs.
"How have you been all these years?" He spoke slowly in sign language.
Yang Yong stared at her,
When Fuchen looked at him, she could easily see the white hair among the black hair. In the next three years, she did not hide her residence from Yang Yong. During the holidays, Yang Yong would come over to spend time with Fuchen. After all, it was no better than at home.
"He said nothing and took it upon himself."
I still use the big soup bowl to serve the food.
Zhen Shen was interrupted, but she didn't give up. She put down the bowl and continued to make gestures.
"Oh." Only then did I feel the magic of art.
Fuchen said nothing.
Fuchen followed his fingers and wrote them one by one, and finally recognized these two words.
"What are you looking for?" Zhen Shen patted her shoulder and asked.
"I'm fine. It doesn't matter if you go out to work or go to college. At least you can see me during the holidays."
Zhen Shen glanced at her, "Who is like you, with a simple mind and well-developed limbs?"
When going downstairs, Zhen Shen walked in front. Fuchen looked at his back and focused on his waist and butt.
Fuchen endured and continued to listen.
In such a painting, if you look closely, you always seem to be able to discover something.
"Why?" Fuchen was surprised, "You shouldn't have a problem."
Yang Yong: "Okay, okay. Call your Uncle Zhen tonight, and let's have a drink at home."
At this time, Zhen Shen was accused by Fu Chen of being short, and Zhen Yan was not happy.
There was a turtle corpse on the fourth floor. Both of them were stunned. Zhen Shen seemed to have raised a turtle before, but soon forgot about it.
Fuchen sighed inwardly and arranged for someone to handle the rest. He told his boss about the situation and asked for a week's leave.
Everything is taken care of.
Zhen Shen didn't say much and knelt down to help rummage.
"Is your painting over here? Can you take a look?"
Fuchen was hungry, so he ordered a lot of takeout. When someone came home, the takeout also arrived. He mentioned that the Zhen family would eat together.
"Come on, come on, only by eating well can you have the strength to live."
Pull the person to sit down, take a few bites yourself, and feed the other person a bite.
After finishing the meal, he packed up the takeout boxes. He walked to the door and walked back, "Do you want me to accompany you?"
