Chapter 467 Honest and Cowardly Contractor Dad Has a Daily Headache 19 Ends
The two are officially engaged and their wedding is scheduled for half a year.
Fuchen and Zhen Shen were young lovers, and it was inconvenient to stay at home. Fu Chen suggested that they go live in Zhen Shen's villa on the outskirts first.
Zhen Shen nodded and got into the car. Halfway through the drive, he said he was going to another place.
Fuchen guessed that there was a ghost.
"Oh, what's the secret that you don't want me to see?" Fuchen refused and forced Zhen Shen to go.
The villa was recently cleaned and it looked clean, but it was still very gray and choked.
Fuchen went upstairs to see the bedroom. Zhen Shen blocked him and refused to let him see.
"Yang Yong said that he saw my portrait here, and it was all naked. Is it true?" Fuchen asked.
This is half true and half false. I want to blow him up.
Zhen Shen turned away.
Fuchen grabbed these art paintings and waved them in front of him, "Tell me, what would your father-in-law think if he saw these? This pervert, bah."
Even though he was getting along with him now, Fuchen could occasionally feel that Zhen deeply hated her for leaving her twice because of her blunder. It was only love that made him hide the congestion of the past.
Fuchen, dressed in red, was sitting on the podium, looking at Yang Yong's back, which was as broad as a mountain.
Fuchen glanced at Zhen Shen, who was watching silently on the balcony.
The two black flowers floating in the air seem to be stared at by green eyes, and it seems that these eyes are staring at you who is looking at the painting.
"At that time, I realized that Zhen Shen was not a good boy. He liked you and was obsessed with you."
Fuchen smiled, and when he went in again, the obstruction was less.
Fuchen took out the invitation and said, "Come here. You can't see it, cowardly cat. My dad's crying cat can definitely see it. He is counting the days now and crying from time to time. He feels that I am leaving.
"
Fuchen put on a smile to hide his tears and joked, "Do you want to cry about your misfortune now? You fall into my hands and you can't run away. No one can save you even if you scream until your throat is broken, but no one dares to
I’ll support you.”
But the painting conflicts too much with its title.
Zhen Shen smiled happily and waited for Fuchen to enter the house before locking the door.
Lanlan came over.
Fuchen stared at the pile of portraits and fell into deep thought. Is the so-called art so difficult to understand?
Zhen Shen got out of bed and saw the figure squatting in front of a small lamp on the ground. She sat next to him. After taking a few glances, he understood what was going on and sorted himself out.
"I knew right then and there something was wrong."
She found a set of portrait deconstruction diagrams. She looked at them one by one and rearranged the order. This sorting game was like Sudoku, and Fuchen quickly got into it.
Zhen Shen smiled and said in sign language, "Then you should be nicer to me."
Fuchen fought back and took Zhen Shen to camp in the mountains for three months, where he endured hardships and tanned Zhen Shen's white skin into a wheat color.
"I don't know the whole story of the fight between senior Zhang Xingjian and him. I went to see the senior, but he didn't tell me clearly, but Zhen Shen had caused trouble for him. He planned your arrival."
Zhen Shen stayed by her side, reaching out to wipe his tears.
I watched it several times to understand the so-called art, and then tried to restore the data. The image started out as a portrait of her, and then was gradually deconstructed. It was like a cook deconstructing a cow, and in the end there was only bones, no shape.
He glanced at Zhen Shen, who was secretly hiding in the door and eavesdropping. Even after being discovered, this person still smiled shyly.
The older this guy gets, the sicker he becomes.
"However, I have no evidence for this."
Fuchen was confused until he saw Zhen Shen pricking his wrist and blood dripping into the palette.
After marriage, I lived a lazy life. From time to time I would go back to Yang Yong's house to enjoy the autumn breeze and eat delicious food. I would go back to live there.
Named, "Roufeng".
Zhen Shen stretched out his hand to grab it, but was dodged. Sign language: "You are such a pervert, doesn't he have any idea?"
"Ah Shen?" Fuchen smiled, without giving a conventional answer, "Have you ever thought that I can walk with him because we are the same kind?"
The original picture of a flower field with endless spring became a black and terrifying ghost picture, and the green eyes of the black ghost and black snake became the most unbearable place in the panorama to look directly at.
Fuchen rolled his eyes and pinched the other person's face, "I just want to find someone to bully and bully. You are the most pleasing to me."
The two were quarreling at that time, and of course Zhen Shen couldn't win against Fu Chen. Fu Chen didn't want to see Zhen Shen, so he drove out to relax and didn't take the day seriously.
"You chased him before, but he refused."
Thinking of something, Fuchen continued. "Do you know how to find a reliable blind date agency? Introduce an aunt to my dad for a new life. The aunt only asks not to be tough. He will be suppressed by his mother or me all his life.
Pressure. Let him be the head of the family at the last moment."
Zhen Shen's paintings are still strange and puzzling. The large blocks of color can easily arouse people's emotions. The style is eccentric, which makes people question his mental state.
Zhen Shen grabbed the person and said in sign language: "You are such a scoundrel."
Lanlan stared at Fuchen and smiled. "That's right. You have always suppressed Zhen Shen. If you get serious, he will act like a cowardly cat in front of you."
Yang Yong stared at Fuchen for a long time and hesitated, "My daughter? Didn't she die when she was half a year old?"
That night, Zhen Shen invited Fuchen to watch the painting process.
Lan Lan was stunned for a moment and sighed, "You have really changed a lot." Then she became curious, "Aren't you afraid of Zhen Shen?"
"You dropped out of school and left." Lan Lan took a sip of tea. "Two months later, he sold his paintings."
Fuchen grabbed the pile of drawings and turned to the next few pages. Then he ran to the corridor to look at the copy of "Gangfeng" in the living room.
Yang Yong was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer at the age of fifty-five. While he was dying, he looked at the floating dust and asked, "Who are you?"
This painting was spotted by an agent. Even if blood was detected, it was not taken seriously. The use of various strange dyes in the painting is not unusual.
Zhen Shen went to grab the painting, but Fu Chen refused to let him go. The two of them started fighting.
Lan Lan and Zhen Shen didn't get along, and there were signs of it in high school. Fu Chen took the initiative to pull Lan Lan out and drove to a dessert shop in the city to chat.
Yang Yong finally found an aunt, who turned out to be a tough character. She controlled Yang Yong's drinking and smoking.
"It was my own fault back then. I had many choices, but I only chose the extreme way. This is not your fault."
When she is unhappy, she can immediately throw her face away and vent her anger.
"What's even more troublesome is that you trust him, you trust him completely."
Zhen Shen made a sign of "2".
Zhen Shen came over, hugged her, and stared at the painting together.
"I suspect that he also wrote that report letter."
Zhen Shen still didn't show it.
The wind blows.
Picking up the paintings on the ground, there were actually some semi-nude art paintings of her, with half-matched clothes, looking charming.
Either it looks like a fierce ghost in China, or it looks like a devil in the West, holding a knife and fork and grasping the heart.
On the wedding day, Yang Yong stood on the podium to speak, holding the microphone and crying so hard. He held the manuscript and couldn't speak clearly, but his sobs were clear. He drank with his brothers who had worked with him for many years and drank for three hours.
I cried for three hours.
In the early morning, Fuchen woke up and couldn't sleep.
The blood on the canvas absorbs oxygen molecules and quickly turns black.
Fuchen rolled his eyes.
The bright red fills the field of view, and the bright colors attract the eye.
Fuchen sat beside him, unable to stop feeling sad, "Dad, I am your daughter."
"How long did it take to paint?"
The floating dust is as stunning as the brightness at first sight, and the darkness as it is now is shocking.
When Yang Yong saw the painting for the first time, he felt very uncomfortable. He whispered to Fuchen quietly, "Do you want to consider divorce? Don't be afraid. I will help you stop anything."
Zhen Shen set up the easel and quickly made a rough draft and painted the background.
"Although Ma Anyao is naughty and has a strict upbringing, there is no way he would take drugs."
Fuchen listened quietly and finally said, "I was also a ghost in his painting." He paused and said, "He must have hated me at that time." He also hated me for a long time later.
Just like I felt when I was a child, Zhen Shen is a child with richer emotions than her.
Fuchen ran downstairs to turn on the light, then ran up to look at the picture from a distance. He stared carefully at the colorful ribbon in the middle of the picture, and his eyes focused on finding the lines on the deconstructed picture.
"I have no evidence for these things and don't dare to investigate. They are also looking for evidence and want to derail Zhen Shen. Zhen Shen left quickly and ran abroad. They had nothing to do." Lan Lan said seriously, "These years
I kept watching them."
It's too dark to see clearly.
The hatred for the old woman, the hatred for his patriarchal attitude, and the hatred for his honesty and cowardice were all gradually melted away by his clumsy love.
Zhen Shen stood up and looked at her.
It was a sea of flowers. The red flowers on the other side were in full bloom. There was a black snake and a little female ghost hiding in the flower field.
"Do you really want to marry Zhen Shen? Have you read his reports?" Lan Lan spoke directly as a news reporter.
"Oh, he is worried that I am with a pervert, what should I do if I can't get rid of him?" Fuchen said leisurely.
Zhen Shen didn't answer.
"Am I sentenced to death?" Yang Yong asked next.
Yang Yong had no choice but to run to Fuchen to hide and follow her to fish and pick wild vegetables.
Fuchen couldn't laugh or cry. Yang Yong would never be able to straighten his back in this life.
I was even more amazed by the yandere of the person beside me.
"At that time, I felt that he was very strange. Standing in the crowd, he looked like a ghost." Lan Lan concluded.
Two red flowers are flying in the sky, which is the center of vision.
"Unless someone designed everything based on the characteristics of the two of them."
Fuchen said seriously, "Thank you."
The two of them lived by themselves every day, and from time to time they went out to play with Yang Yong and Zhen Yan, enjoying their retirement time.
Zhen Shen smiled, "You are a female ghost."
He dipped it in blood and added large swaths of color to the canvas.
Fuchen had no job, so he opened a tavern in the city center and left it to professionals to take care of. He ate, drank and had fun every day, and from time to time he went camping and fishing in the mountains.
Fuchen glanced over, and Zhen Shen's eyes drifted away, refusing to receive the signal.
"Wang Xinyue is very ambitious and will not do anything messy to hinder her future before graduation."
Lanlan sighed, "Then let me tell you something you don't know.
Fuchen looked at the pile of pictures and followed him to bed. He read them in order, lay down, closed his eyes, and sat up suddenly after a few minutes.
Opening the bedroom, there are portraits of Yi Shui in the room, laughing and cursing. They are all of the same person, concept drawings, and raw meat drawings. There are also many portraits of her, with various appearances and postures, and most of them are angry and irritable.
.
"When did you paint this painting?" Fuchen asked.
"Am I Gang Feng?"
After Zhen Shen got married, she painted a very controversial painting.
How can you love me by riding on a horse? This is just venting your anger and drawing pictures to beat the villain.
"Yeah. Now I think what he said makes sense." Then he turned around and went downstairs.
The dust settled and I continued to look at the pile of paintings. Many of the paintings I didn’t look at were design sketches.
"And that girl, Wang Xinyue, dropped out of school."
It took a few minutes to clean up dozens of pictures. I took out a dozen pictures. These were discarded sketches and useless.
When the two met again, Fuchen smiled, and Lanlan also suppressed a smile. The two had not been in contact over the years, and they were somewhat alienated from each other.
Fuchen probably guessed that he probably painted it during the two months he was locked in the room after she left.
"She" lies under the sea, between the black mass and the storm. The title of the work "Gangfeng" is hidden in "her" body. I could see the eyes before, but now I can draw them clearly.
After the banquet dispersed, the remaining table was still bustling with people.
And this painting is still called "Soft Wind".
Even though she was clumsy and ignorant before, in the end he protected her and allowed her to do whatever she wanted. In the end, she was pretty good.
But she tried it more than a dozen times, and the first few pictures were easy to arrange, but the latter ones were not clear. It seemed that it was possible to match them this way, and that it was possible to make sense. There were also a few pictures that could be arranged in order.
Fuchen has always been curious about Zhen Shen's paintings and agreed wholeheartedly.
The real grievances are those that cannot be described, cannot be expressed in words, and cannot be thought of. She has none of these.
Zhen Shen walked to Zai Fuchen and held her hand with a smile.
"The boy who caused you to lose the game was named Ma Anyao. He was over 18 at the time and went to jail."
Fuchen pointed to the details in the painting and said, "I'm not that big either. Why are your eyes so big?"
Fuchen froze and looked at Yang Yong strangely. She did almost die when she was six months old, but miraculously survived in the end.
Lanlan smiled, "I'm the one thanking you. What happened back then..."
Fuchen ate the dessert and nodded.
Fuchen listened quietly. She didn't remember much about the past. She only remembered that Zhen Shen had always been quiet. If so many things hadn't happened, she wouldn't have believed that Zhen Shen was doing so many little things behind her.
The work was placed in an art exhibition, and some people paid high prices to buy it, while others protested. However, Zhen Shen took back the painting and only briefly appeared in the eyes of the world once, and then hung it next to the wedding photos.
Fuchen patted Yang Yong on the shoulder and comforted him, "Peace of mind. Safe."
Lan Lan burst out laughing. She felt that she rarely saw a father like Yang Yong, who had been disciplined by his daughter all his life.
I am used to a high-pressure workplace life. I work overtime until early in the morning and go to bed. Then I get up early. Now I can't fall asleep after sleeping for a few hours.
Fuchen turned around and looked at Zhen Shen, both of whom were confused, "You are going to die. But it's brain cancer, not a sentence." Fuchen's tears fell, "Dad, you are so kind, how can you be sentenced?"
Yang Yong looked at the white wall panels and suddenly remembered his life with Fuchen. They had been fighting and fighting for more than ten years, separated for five years, and stayed together for seven years. He learned to speak up for Fuchen and for himself.
, also watched Fuchen enter into marriage and fight with her husband.
Yang Yong couldn't distinguish his memory and didn't know what the hazy picture in his brain was. He opened his cloudy eyes, raised his hand to touch Fuchen's face, and said in his last words, "My daughter can't be bullied, don't be too honest. You can
You can be random, you can be willful, you can just be yourself." Don't imitate him.
Fuchen gave a happy smile and burst into tears, "You did it for me. Well done."
