Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

The two were officially engaged, and the wedding date was set for half a year later.

Fu Chen and Zhen Shen are young couples, it's inconvenient for them to be at home.Fu Chen suggested to live in Zhen Shen's villa on the outskirts first.

Zhen Shen nodded.When we arrived, we got into the car, and halfway through the drive we said we were going to another place.

Fu Chen guessed that there was a ghost.

"Oh, what secrets do you dare not let me see?" Fu Chen refused, forcing Zhen Shen to go.

The villa was recently cleaned, and it looked clean, but it was still dusty and choking.

Fu Chen went upstairs to see the bedroom.Zhen Shen blocked it and refused to show it.

"Yang Yong said that he saw my portraits here, and they were all naked. Is it true?" Fu Chen asked.

This is half true.Just want to blow him up.

Zhen Shen turned her face away.

"Oh, he is worried that I am with a pervert, what should I do if I can't get rid of it?" Fuchen said leisurely.

Zhen Shen still didn't show it.

"Well. Now I think he's right." Then he turned and went downstairs.

Zhen Shen pulled him back and said in sign language, "You are such a rascal."

Fuchen smiled, and went in again, the obstacles were less.

Open the bedroom, there are portraits of Yishui in the room, laughing and cursing, all of them are of a single person, conceptual drawings, raw meat drawings.There are also many portraits of her, with various appearances and postures, and most of them are angry and irritable.

Or the appearance of a fierce ghost in China, or the face of a devil in the West, holding a knife and fork, clutching the heart.

Where does this horse riding love me?This is drawing pictures to vent anger and hit villains.

Fu Chen glanced over, Zhen Shen's gaze drifted away, refusing to receive the signal.

Picking up the paintings on the ground, there are actually some half-naked art paintings of her, her clothes are half-matched, and she looks charming.

Fu Chen grabbed these art paintings and shook them in front of him, "Tell me, if you see these, what do you think in your heart? You're a pervert, bah."

Zhen Shen reached out to grab it, but was dodged.Sign language: "Just what kind of pervert you are, does he have no idea?"

Fuchen pointed to the details in the painting, "I'm not that big either, why do your eyes look so long?"

Zhen Shen went to grab the painting.Dust is not allowed.The two were fighting.

In the early morning, Fuchen woke up and couldn't sleep.

I am used to high-pressure workplace life, working overtime until the early hours of the morning to sleep.Get up early again.Now I can't sleep for a few hours.

The dust rose and continued to look at the pile of paintings.Many of the paintings I didn't see were design sketches.

She found a set of portrait deconstruction diagrams.Looking at them one by one, rearranging the order.This kind of sorting game is like Sudoku, and the dust is quickly thrown into it.

After reading it several times, I understood the so-called art, and then tried to restore the data.The images start out as portraits of her and are gradually deconstructed.Paoding is like an ox, but in the end there are only bones, not the shape.

But she tried it a dozen times, and the first few were easy to arrange, but the latter ones didn't know why.It seems that this combination is okay, so it is also possible.There are also a few front and back sequences that can be forward or backward.

Fuchen stared at the pile of portraits and fell into thought.Is the so-called art so difficult to understand?
Zhen Shen got out of bed and saw the figure of the back squatting in front of the small desk lamp on the ground, sitting next to him.After a few glances, I understood what was going on.Sort consciously.

It took a few minutes and dozens of pictures were cleaned up.Take out a dozen, these are discarded sketches, useless.

Fu Chen looked at the pile of pictures and followed him to bed.Read it in order, lie down, close your eyes, and sit up suddenly after a few minutes.

Zhen Shen stood up and looked at her.

Fuchen grabbed the pile of drawings and turned to the next few pages.Then I went to the corridor to watch the "Gangfeng" in the living room.

It was too dark to see clearly.

Fuchen ran downstairs to turn on the light, and then ran up to look at the picture from a distance, staring carefully at the colorful ribbon in the middle of the picture, and found and deconstructed the lines on the picture through concentrated eyes.

"She" lies under the sea.Between the Black Block and the Storm.The title of the work is "Gangfeng" and the second son hides in the body of "her".Before, I suddenly saw the eyes, but now I can draw them clearly.

Zhen Shen came over, hugged her, and stared at the painting together.

"When did you draw this painting?" Fu Chen asked.

Zhen Shen didn't answer.

"How long have you been painting?"

Zhen Shen made a "2".

Fu Chen probably guessed it.It should be drawn during the two months he was locked in the room after she left.

"I am Gang Feng?"

Zhen smiled deeply, "You are a female ghost."

Fuchen rolled his eyes.

Lan Lan found it.

When the two met again, Fuchen smiled, and Lanlan also smiled restrainedly.These two have not been in contact with each other in these years, and they have some relationship with each other.

Fuchen glanced at Zhen Shen who was silently watching from the balcony.

Lan Lan and Zhen Shen did not get along, and there were signs of it in high school.Fuchen took the initiative to pull Lanlan out, and drove to a dessert shop in the city to chat.

"You really want to marry Zhen Shen? Have you read his report?" Lan Lan spoke directly as a reporter.

Fuchen ate the dessert and nodded.

Lanlan sighed, "Then let me tell you something you don't know.

"I don't know the whole story of Zhang Xingjian's fight with him. I went to see the senior, but he didn't tell me clearly, but Zhen Shen made trouble for him. He also counted on your coming."

"At that time, I realized that Zhen Shen was not a good baby. He likes you and has a kind of attachment to you."

"What's more troublesome is that you trust him, trust him completely."

"You chased him before, but he refused."

"I doubt that he wrote the report letter."

"However, I have no evidence for these."

Fuchen listened quietly.She doesn't remember much about the past.She only remembered that Zhen Shen had been very quiet.If so many things hadn't happened, she wouldn't have believed that Zhen Shen was doing so many tricks behind her.

"You dropped out of school." Lan Lan took a sip of tea, "Two months later, he sold his paintings."

"The boy who caused you to lose the game was called Ma Anyao. He was already 18 years old at that time. He went to prison."

"And that girl, Wang Xinyue, dropped out of school."

"I knew right then that something was wrong."

"Although Ma Anyao is stubborn and has strict family education, it is absolutely impossible for her to go to drug use."

"Wang Xinyue has great ambitions, and she will not do messy things before graduation to hinder her future."

"Unless someone designed everything based on the characteristics of the two of them."

"At that time, I felt that he was very different. Standing in the crowd, he looked like a ghost." Lanlan concluded.

Fu Chen listened quietly, and finally said, "I am also a ghost in his paintings." After a pause, "He should have hated me at that time." Later, he also hated for a long time.

Even if he gets along with him now, Fuchen can occasionally feel that Zhen Shen hates her for slipping twice and leaving.It's just love that made him hide the choking of the past.

As she felt when she was a child, Zhen Shen is a child with richer emotions than her.

"I have no evidence for these things. I dare not investigate. They are also looking for evidence, trying to pull Zhen Shen off the horse. Zhen Shen left quickly and went abroad. They have nothing to do." Lan Lan said seriously, "These years I kept an eye on them."

Fuchen said seriously, "Thank you."

Lanlan smiled, "I thank you. What happened back then..."

"It was my own fault back then. I had a lot of choices and I only chose the extreme way, and it's not your fault."

Lanlan froze for a moment, and said with emotion, "You really have changed a lot." Then she became curious, "Aren't you afraid of Zhen Shen?"

"Ah Shen?" Fuchen smiled, without giving a conventional answer, "Have you ever thought that the reason I can walk with him is because I am of the same kind?"

Lanlan stared at the floating dust and smiled. "That's right. You have always suppressed Zhen Shen. Seriously, he is like a cowardly cat in front of you."

Fuchen took out the invitation card, "Come here. You can't see the cowardly cat. My dad's crying cat can definitely be seen. He is counting the days now, crying once in a while. I think I have to leave. "

Thinking of something, Fu Chen 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 has been oppressed by his mother or me all his life. At the last moment, let He was the head of the family."

Lan Lan burst out laughing.She thought it was rare to see a father like Yang Yong who had been disciplined by his daughter all his life.

On the day of the wedding, Yang Yong stood on the podium to speak, holding a microphone and weeping uncontrollably.He couldn't speak clearly while holding the manuscript, but the choking sound was clear.He fought with his brothers who had worked with him for many years, drank for three hours, and cried for three hours.

After the banquet was gone, the only table left was still buzzing with people.

Fu Chen sat on the podium in a red dress, looking at Yang Yong's back, his broad back was like a mountain.

Even if he was clumsy and ignorant before, he still protected her and allowed her to do anything wrong.After all, she's pretty good.

The real grievances are those that cannot be said, cannot be spoken, and cannot be imagined.She doesn't have any of these.

When she is upset, she can immediately shake her face and let it out.

The hatred for the old woman, the hatred for his patriarchy, and the hatred for his honesty and cowardice were all gradually melted away by his clumsy love.

Zhen Shen was by her side, reaching out to wipe his tears.

Fuchen pulled out a smiling face to cover up his tears, and teased, "Do you want to cry over your misfortune now? You fall into my hands, and you can't run away. No one will save you if you scream, but no one dares to cry." Backing you up."

Zhen Shen smiled and said in sign language, "Then you treat me better."

Fuchen rolled his eyes and pinched the other person's face, "I want to find someone to bully right now. I think you are the most pleasing to the eye."

After marriage, she lived a lazy life, and went back to Yang Yong's house from time to time to enjoy the autumn breeze and eat delicious food.go back to live.

Fuchen didn't have a job, so he opened a tavern in the city center and left it to professional people to take care of it.Eat, drink, have fun every day, and go camping and fishing in the mountains from time to time.

Zhen Shen's paintings are still so strange that it is hard to understand.Large chunks of color easily evoke emotions.The style is grotesque, which makes people doubt his mental state.

Yang Yong finally found an aunt, who turned out to be tough.In charge of Yang Yong's wine and tobacco.

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 has never been able to straighten his waist in this life.

Zhen Shen painted a very controversial painting after her marriage.

At that time, the two were arguing, and it was only natural that Zhen Shen couldn't win against Fu Chen.Fuchen didn't want to see Zhen Shen, so he drove out to relax, disapproving of this day.

That night, Zhen Shen invited Fuchen to watch the painting process.

Fu Chen has always been curious about Zhen Shen's paintings, and he fully agrees.

Zhen Shen smiled happily, and locked the door after Fu Chen entered the house.

Zhen Shen set up the easel, quickly finished the draft and put on the background color.

Fuchen didn't know why, until he saw Zhen Shen stab his wrist, and blood dripped on the palette.

He dipped in blood, giving the canvas swathes of color.

It was a sea of ​​flowers, where the bright red Bianhua flowers were in full bloom, and there was a black snake and a little female ghost hiding in the flower field.

There are two red flowers flying in the air, which is the center of vision.

Name it, "Soft Wind".

Bright red fills the field of vision, and the bright color catches the eye.

Zhen Shen walked to Fu Chen's side, smiling and holding her hand.

The wind blows.

The blood on the canvas absorbed oxygen molecules and quickly turned black.

The picture of the flower field that was so beautiful and full of spring has become a black and terrifying ghost picture, and the green eyes of the black ghost and black snake have become the most afraid to look directly at the panorama.

The two black flowers floating in the sky seem to be stared at by green eyes, and it seems that these eyes are staring at you who are looking at the painting.

And this painting is still called "Soft Wind".

The painting was picked up by the agent.Even if the test finds blood, don't take it seriously.It is not uncommon to use all kinds of strange dyes in paintings.

But this painting conflicts too much with the title.

As stunning as the floating dust is at the first glance, it is as shocking as the present darkness.

I was even more amazed by the sickness of the person next to the pillow.

When the works were put in the art exhibition, some people offered high prices to buy them, and some people voiced their resistance.But when Zhen Shen took back the painting, it only briefly appeared in the eyes of the world once, and then hung it next to the wedding photo.

When Yang Yong saw the painting for the first time, he felt very uncomfortable, and whispered to Fuchen, "Do you want to consider divorce? Don't be afraid, I will help you block anything."

Fuchen patted Yang Yong on the shoulder, comforting him, "Relax. Be safe."

He glanced at Zhen Shen who was quietly hiding from the door to eavesdrop.After this person was discovered, he still smiled shyly.

This guy gets sicker and sicker as he grows up.

Fuchen fought back, took Zhen Shen to camp in the mountains for three months, and tanned Zhen Shen's white skin to the color of wheat.

The two spend their days with salty fish, and go out to play with Yang Yong and Zhen Yan from time to time, enjoying their retirement time.

At the age of 55, Yang Yong was diagnosed with advanced brain cancer. While dying, he looked at the floating dust in a daze and asked, "Who are you?"

Fu Chen sat beside her, unable to stop being sad, "Dad, I am your daughter."

Yang Yong stared at Fu Chen for half the salary, hesitantly said, "My daughter? Didn't she die when she was half a year old?"

Fu Chen froze, looking at Yang Yong strangely.She did almost die when she was half a year old, but miraculously survived in the end.

"Have I been sentenced to death?" Yang Yong continued to ask.

Fuchen turned his head and looked at Zhen Shen, both of them were unclear, "You are going to die. But it's brain cancer, not sentenced." Fuchen burst into tears, "Dad, you are so kind, how could you be sentenced?"

Looking at the white wall panels, Yang Yong suddenly remembered his life with Fuchen.Fighting and fighting for more than ten years, left for five years, and stayed together for seven years.He learned to speak out for Fuchen and himself, and watched Fuchen enter into marriage and fight with her husband.

Yang Yong couldn't recognize the memory, and didn't know what the hazy picture in his brain was.He fought for his cloudy eyes, raised his hand to caress Fuchen's face, and said in his last words, "My daughter, don't be bullied, don't be too honest. You can mess around, you can be willful, and you can just be yourself." Don't learn from him.

Fu Chen gave a happy smile, tears flowed, "You helped me do it. Well done."

Yang Yong smiled and closed his eyes.