Chapter 465 Honest Confucian and Weak Contractor Dad Has a Headache Everyday 17
Chapter 465 The honest and weak contractor father has daily headaches 17
"Hey!" Fuchen was frightened and quickly stopped the other party's suicidal behavior. He broke off Zhen Shen's head and let go of his hand, "You don't want to die? Let go! Let go!"
In a hurry, Fuchen punched the man and knocked him to the ground.
Zhen Shen swallowed heavily on the ground.
Fuchen ran to look through it and saw Zhen Shen staring blankly at the sky, tears pouring down his face, and wailing "Ah, wu" in his mouth.
His hands slowly signed in sign language: I can't live anymore. Save me.
Headache due to floating dust.
Pick the person up, clean them again, bandage the wound, and carry the person into the bedroom.
Zhen Shen gently crawled to Fuchen's side and curled up to the side.
Fuchen looked at it, his thoughts confused. He patted the person gently and said, "Go to sleep first, have a good rest, and wait until the results come out."
Zhen Shen looked at her with pleading eyes, like a big abandoned dog.
No more guilt!
Fuchen cried and pressed down on the man, preventing him from turning over.
"Hey!" Zhen Yan protected the calf, pushed Yang Yong away, and blocked Zhen Shen, "Yang Yong, what are you doing?"
Fuchen turned away and shed tears. AIDS might be her retribution.
Yang Yong stared at Ah Shen, his eyes full of hostility.
Don't dare.
"What's wrong?" Yang Yong looked at Lan Lan's solemn expression, "Yes, is there something wrong?"
But Fuchen refused his approach and kept widening the distance.
Zhen Shen closed the car door, naturally took most of the gift boxes, and helped carry them. She noticed that Lan Lan's car had opened to the entrance and exit.
Ah Shen also immediately took his phone and sat up to check it. The two of them put their heads together and nervously watched the phone interface enter one by one.
"These are the things Ah Shen bought for you." Fuchen said, handing them to him.
Zhen Shen followed Fuchen and drove home to celebrate the New Year. The car was parked in the parking lot on the first floor, and he noticed Lanlan with sharp eyes. Lanlan was walking to the driveway at the end to drive away. She used another entrance and exit to leave.
Ah Shen shook his head.
Their eyes, their mouths, their fleeing footsteps... all make people desperate and lonely.
Click in and pull down the bottom results!
Negative!
Ah Shen laughed, kept raising his arms, and jumped on the bed.
Yang Yong's smile immediately changed, he walked to the door without saying anything while carrying the things, and threw them out.
Ah Shen looked up again and smiled innocently.
"You're the only one causing trouble everywhere!" Zhen Yan said in anger.
Zhen Yan went over to take a look and saw the real estate certificate at first glance. "This..."
"With you, I will look forward to life." Zhen Shen sign language.
In order to catch a rich husband, some people learned sign language and took great care of his life. For example, the woman last time. He accepted her without fail and left after giving her enough money.
However, Zhen Shen stood one meter away and had no intention of going in.
Fuchen looked at Ah Shen's tender skin and tender flesh, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "You haven't had your asshole fucked?"
"Have you ever had a woman's belly grow bigger?" Fuchen asked.
He didn't want to pretend, nor did he want to live alone. He tried hard to bring the islands around him together.
Aha!
Yang Yong looked at the document page by page. It contained a psychological analysis of Zhen Shen's various works and various reports. The paintings and the artist's identity were in one category. His private life was in another category. Each report was marked with the source.
There is also reliability analysis.
Zhen Yan can no longer communicate with Ah Shen in sign language. He often works overtime. Even if he doesn't work overtime, the father and son have nothing to say.
Ah Shen lowered his head and cast a shadow, as if he was standing in the dark shadow in the painting, waiting for the black clouds not far away to oppress the sky.
The two cried and were tired, and fell asleep unconsciously.
45 minutes later, Lan Lan drove back from home with a folder in her hand, "Uncle, you have to re-examine what kind of person Zhen Shen is."
"Ah Shen is a special child. You didn't even get together well with him when you were dating him."
With tears streaming down his face, Fuchen turned the man over and lay on his back, not looking into his eyes or his sign language.
Yang Yong had no intention of greeting people, and looked at the people in the photos page after page. Although the styles were completely different, they still looked like the children he was familiar with when he watched them grow up.
"Huh?" Fuchen was confused and looked at Zhen Shen who suddenly rushed towards him. He glanced around and noticed that there was no one around. The back of the car blocked part of his view, so he didn't pay much attention and gave some response.
Ah Shen smiled and nodded repeatedly. There was warmth in his eyes.
Fuchen choked and reminded, "You still have your father."
He felt that he was different from ordinary people.
Seeing Lan Lan looking over here, Zhen Shen immediately blocked Fu Chen's figure and hugged him for a kiss.
His environment and career required him to be "characteristic", which further exacerbated his isolation and career advancement.
As long as the past events don't involve future life, such as AIDS, and don't involve legal ethics, she won't care too much.
I don’t know if I would have personally pushed him into the pool and drowned him when he was diagnosed with AIDS.
Yang Yong was so angry that he slapped Zhen Yan, knocking off Zhen Yan's glasses.
On the 22nd of the twelfth lunar month, Lanlan came to visit Yang Yong during the winter vacation. Over the years, she would come to visit Yang Yong every year. The reason for Fuchen's incident that year was because she was involved in it. This guilt made her unable to sit back and ignore it.
"Ah." Yang Yong remembered it, Lanlan didn't know about it yet. "It happened two months ago. Fuchen came back to get his household registration book to buy a house. I think Zhen Shen liked my family Fuchen a lot before, and he was a nice person.
So I called him, asked him if he would reply, and arranged a reconciliation. Now we are together again."
Fuchen pulled Zhen Shen over and gently pushed him to lie down next to her, "Have a good sleep first. After that, rest up. Recuperate your spirits."
Zhen Shen looked at Fu Chen leisurely and refused.
Fuchen was worried and searched for Ah Shen's paintings. Paintings were the windows to his soul. He also tried to understand Ah Shen.
Fuchen choked while hugging someone, her chest clogged with guilt.
He is rich. Even if he is mute and lonely, there will never be a shortage of handsome boys and beauties jumping on him.
Lanlan: "His private life is very corrupt. He has multiple sexual partners and has more fun than anyone else. He only pretends to be in front of Fuchen and you people around him."
The two took the elevator to the 14th floor, and Fu Chen got out of the elevator. Zhen Shen gave Fu Chen all his things.
There are thousands of miles between him and her.
"If you are positive, we will definitely be divided!" Fuchen reminded.
Yang Yong's face became more and more serious. Lanlan took the initiative to withdraw from the space, "Uncle, I'll leave first. Please talk to Fuchen."
What's the meaning?
"Kill me, okay?"
Ah Shen lowered his head, not wanting to explain.
Fuchen frowned slightly.
"boom."
Zhen Shen grabbed Zhen Yan, who was leaning, and held him back from making a move.
Fuchen remembered what Yang Yong said about Ah Shen, who was locked in his room and refused to come out after she left. He had a big fight with his father and then gave up college and left.
When he woke up, the room was already dark. Fu Chen took out his cell phone and vaguely remembered to check the hospital report.
Fuchen sat on the sofa and looked at Yang Yong with a smile. He could guess what he knew without looking through the folders on the table. Miraculously, Zhen Shen predicted it.
"Nervous?" Fuchen guessed and picked up all the gift boxes.
"clatter."
The appearance of madness is unacceptable to most people.
Fuchen immediately perked up, sat up and woke up the people around him, "Report! Read the report quickly."
"Don't leave me alone." Walking alone in this world.
Fuchen had to reflect on himself: the harm caused to Zhen Shen by the incident back then.
Ah Shen was still in the corridor, and the gift box rolled down at his feet. He looked at Yang Yong indifferently, as if he had expected it.
Ah Shen promised in sign language: "I won't do it anymore. I will never dare to do it again. Don't break up. I'm afraid."
"You're here. What a coincidence, Fuchen and Zhen Shen will also be back today." Yang Yong took out a fruit plate to receive him warmly, and made another cup of hot tea.
"Touched a man?"
The door opened. Zhen Yan happened to hear Yang Yong's words and wondered, "What's wrong? Why are you selling your house and can't live in it anymore?"
Yang Yong felt that the person in the information was not him at all. Artists' private lives can be incredible, and Yang Yong knew this. Yang Yong also knew that there were only "some" artists! He had never associated Zhen Shen with him.
"You..." Fuchen hesitated, "How long have you been in this state?" Click on the picture on your phone and open the painting "Gangfeng" that Ah Shen took last time.
Zhen Yan was confused, had he eaten explosives? Looking at the gift box at Ah Shen's feet, there was liquid seeping out of it, exuding a strong smell of alcohol. "What's wrong with this?"
Zhen Shen's expression changed rapidly. Lan Lan majored in journalism, and her professionalism and sensitivity were incomparable. Fu Chen was opening the trunk of the car to get the gift box.
"You walked so happily, did you look at the people behind you?"
Fuchen leaned against the backrest of the bed and looked at Ah Shen. This man was not only a messy artist, a mute who could pretend to be good, but also a yandere.
Fuchen took the knife and threw it directly into the cabinet. He thought: His brain is no longer normal.
Ah Shen nodded slowly.
Ah Shen lowered his head, his eyes dull.
Zhen Shen walked up to Yang Yong with a bunch of things and sent them over.
AIDS has turned them into isolated islands.
"clatter."
"Do you have overlapping players?"
Fuchen rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. He was a little angry. But after all, it was because they were not together before.
Fuchen said leisurely, "Uncle Zhen, please leave and don't be angry." Now the father-in-law dislikes his son-in-law, so he must say this.
"Then you go gay!" Fuchen gritted his teeth and slapped him!
Ah Shen explained, "There are many gays among my fellow painters."
have no idea.
He could not speak, so painting became his only window of expression to the outside world.
Zhen Yan heard the noise and opened the door and saw his son, "You're back?" He turned around and asked, "Yang Yong, what are you drinking? I have Maotai here and..."
If Ah Shen was in this state during the two years she left, it would be natural for Uncle Zhen to hate Fuchen to death.
Fuchen was full of doubts, but he still opened the door, entered the house, and walked in carrying the gift box.
The paintings are depressing, the life is debauched, and the existence is fragmented.
Zhen Shen opened the books one by one and displayed them, including house books, deposits, bonds, and fund investment certificates. He put all the things in Yang Yong's hands, pulled up the floating dust on the sofa to watch the movie, and protected it behind him.
Yang Yong was puzzled and opened the folder with a solemn expression.
At the last step, my fingers hesitated.
Yang Yong took the opportunity to pull Fuchen from behind Zhen Shen. Then he pushed the two of them away, "Get out! Get out!"
"Here?" Yang Yong stood up to greet him with a smile, preparing to take the gift box.
"Forget it. Since it won't affect the future, forget about the past, but those things and those people should not appear in front of me." Fuchen smiled broadly and suddenly pulled Ah Shen in front of him, "If you dare to touch me again, I will
I’ll make you into sashimi!”
The person beneath him struggled, but Fuchen suppressed him and refused to let go.
"Don't want to say it? Then you can go." Fuchen knew that the other party had strong feelings for him, so why didn't he handle it easily?
Ah Shen waved his hand and immediately said in sign language: "Someone among my playing partners revealed that he has AIDS."
In recent years, Zhen Shen's career has been booming.
The two islands become one and rely on each other.
Ah.
"I don't want to be alone. I don't want to be alone anymore." Zhen Shen begged Fu Chen and took out a folding knife from his pants.
Fuchen turned his head and looked at Zhen Shen, confused.
Zhen Shen looked straight at Fuchen, still pleading.
Fuchen Youyou asked, "How did you suspect that you have AIDS? I've played with you before, and it came out right?"
Zhen Shen lowered her gaze and smiled softly, "I love my dad. But I am still lonely."
"Under 18?"
Fuchen hugged the person and lay down.
He gradually became more and more uninhibited, and his behavior became more and more like hers, but he was even more outsmarted than others.
Zhen Shen stood up and gently wiped Fuchen's tears. He stared at her and said, "I only have you. Don't leave me."
There have been many reviews of the painting, with mixed reviews.
His paintings are very individual and highly legible, and his strong colors are one of his characteristics.
Yang Yong entered the house, took out his suitcase from the room and packed his things, "Let's move, sell the house, and no longer live here."
Lan Lan frowned and didn't want to drink the tea in her hand.
Ah Shen's depression was visible to the naked eye, and he looked like a zombie at this moment.
Fuchen's eyes narrowed, a bad idea came to his mind, and he stabbed Youyou, "Are you happy? Do you think I forgot what happened before?"
Ah Shen stopped moving and stopped jumping on the bed. He retracted his hand and sat down in front of Fu Chen, looking at Fu Chen carefully.
Yang Yong said "Huh?" and looked at the person leaving, not quite understanding.
"Gangfeng" is still raging in large oil paintings.
Love, remember. But it has faded.
Negative.
Ah Shen shook his head crazily, "I'm afraid of getting dirty, so I wear a condom."
It is difficult not to doubt that Ah Shen was in this state of mind when he was painting.
He silently faced off against all living beings on the continent.
Shake his head.
"Uncle, you mean Fuchen and Zhen Shen?" Lanlan was surprised, "Fuchen is back? Are you with Zhen Shen again?"
"Have you ever touched contraband?"
Being mute was enough to keep him out of the crowd.
"Kill me." Zhen Shen said in sign language.
"Get out! I don't know you!" Yang Yong shouted. "Bang." Close the door.
Fuchen became even more annoyed and slapped his head again, "You act like a little sheep in front of me!"
A pile of things fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.
Zhen Shen was still pleading, "Don't break up. Don't break up, okay? You can do whatever you want. I'll give you the money, don't leave me alone."
Lan Lan put down her teacup and said, "Uncle, I'll go home and get something for you to see. Just wait for me." She stood up and left.
Shake his head.
she does not know.
Ah Shen's eyes suddenly changed, becoming sinister and dark.
Seeing the person being pulled away, Yang Yong became angry and threw something on Zhen Shen's face, "It's great to be rich? Who cares about your money!"
Zhen Shen and Zhen Yan staggered back and retreated out of the door.
"Bang." There was another violent door bang.
After a while, a folder was thrown at Zhen Yan, hitting Zhen Shen, and yelled, "You old man, take a good look at it, it's not me who is causing trouble, it's your son who is extremely disgusting! Hmph."
