I Woke up and Was Pregnant

Fu Ting drove the car and brought Fu Jianchen to the rental house where Fu Zhen once lived. Fu Jianchen looked up at the building in front of him. The old building was at risk in the wind. It collapsed at this time, and the strong wind a few days ago blew part of the wall away. The fallen bricks and cement piled up in a small pile on the west, covered with a layer of plastic garbage.

Fu Jianchen suddenly remembered how he looked when he saw Fu Zhen here last time, and the bitterness spread to his heart little by little.

Xu Shi was timid about the homesickness. The two of them looked downstairs for a long time and did not move. Until the sky gradually dimmed, and the twilight became four, Fu Jianchen only then moved a little. He said to Fu Ting next to him, "Go up. Right."

But now they don't even know which floor Fu Zhen lives on. Fortunately, the private investigator was careful enough when Fu Ting asked the secretary to investigate Fu Zhen last time.

Fu Ting called the secretary. The secretary told Fu Ting on the other end of the phone, "It should be on the sixth floor. I remember the house number should be 0609."

Passing through the narrow and old dim corridor, Fu Jianchen and the others stopped outside 0609's door. In depressed silence, Fu Jianchen raised his hand and knocked on the door in front of him.

The person who opened the door was not Fu Zhen, but the landlord here. He came in to clean up the vacant room after Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu left. He was obviously taken aback when he saw Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting outside the door. Individuals don’t dress like they are going to rent a house.

So the landlord naturally asked them: "Who are you looking for?"

Looking over the landlord in front of him, Fu Jianchen could clearly see all the furnishings in the messy living room. From these furnishings, he could fully guess the environment in which Fu Zhen lived.

Fu Jianchen did not dare to imagine that his former treasure had lived in such an environment for so long. Fu Jianchen still didn't know that Fu Zhen's living conditions were actually worse than what he saw now. His throat seemed to be poured into a bowl of molten iron, and even if he opened his mouth, he couldn't make any sound. He didn't speak for a long time.

The surprise in the landlord’s eyes gradually became impatient in their long silence. When they were about to close the door, Fu Ting asked, "Is Fu Zhen here?"

It turns out that these two people came to Fu Zhen. Could it be that Fu Zhen owes them money? The landlord made some irrelevant guesses and replied: "Fu Zhen, he moved away some time ago."

Fu Ting was taken aback for a moment, and asked quickly: "Where did he move to?"

"Where do we know?" The landlord shook his head. "He moved out with another person."

Fu Jianchen was finally able to make a sound, and he asked the landlord, "What does that person look like?"

The landlord shook his head, and said based on his own impression: "It looks pretty and tall, with blue eyes."

The landlord did not say Jiang Hengshu's name.

Fu Ting immediately thought of seeing two people walking away holding hands on the street outside the Fountain Square that day.

"I know him," Fu Ting said to Fu Jianchen, "I met him."

Fu Jianchen turned his head to look at Fu Ting, and asked him, "Have you seen him?"

Fu Ting nodded. That night, the long shadows of the two people almost stuck together under the street lamp.

If Fu Jianchen knew who the landlord was talking about, he would know that he had actually met him. On the day he brought Tang Wanwan to find Fu Zhen, it was the man who rescued his treasure from the abyss of suffering. , Holding him step by step to break free of the mud.

The landlord thought their conversation was a bit weird and asked, "Who are you Fu Zhen?"

After a long silence, Fu Jianchen replied, "I am his father."

The landlord actually laughed, shook his head and said to Fu Jianchen, "It doesn't look like it."

If there was a father like Fu Jianchen, how could that little **** have lived with him for such a long time? He had seen Fu Zhen's leg pained and grinning on a rainy day, he had seen him running and tired for medicine money, and had seen him The appearance of hiding in hiding...

I just haven't seen him under his father's wings.

They had always thought that Fu Zhen had no relatives, and now two well-dressed men came here, and one of them claimed to be his father, which was really funny.

The landlord took a lot of effort to resist his desire to laugh. The main reason was that he felt that he might be beaten if he laughed at this time. The two big men on the other side seem to exercise regularly. The body is definitely not the opponent of the other party.

The landlord thought that the two people asked about it, and it was time to leave, but Fu Jianchen suddenly asked, "Can I see the house he lived in before?"

There was nothing shameful about that house. The landlord took the key and led them to the house where Fu Zhen had lived. He unscrewed the lock on the door, opened the door and said to Fu Jianchen, "He lives here. "

Fu Jianchen walked in. The room in front of him was small, with an area of ​​less than ten square meters. There was a single bed against the wall and no other furniture. This room is too small and too small. Not only is it difficult to turn around, but the air for breathing has become scarce.

It is hard to imagine that he has been curled up in such a small, cramped room for nearly two years.

Coming out of this old building, the wind and snow came head-on, with endless crying inside. Fu Jianchen raised his head and looked at the deep sky above his head. After a long, long period of time, he lowered his head and just said After two words, "Look for him."

From this moment to the day he saw Fu Zhen, he never made any sound from his throat again.

...

The battle for the director of "Chunhua Mountain" has completely come to an end on the night Qian Mo was interviewed, but at the same time, the film is also facing a crisis of being released soon.

Fu Zhen didn’t care too much. Now the box office of "Spring Huashan" is enough for him to do a lot of things, such as restarting the Shazhou Chronicle. If the remaining money is enough, he still wants to make a low-cost documentary, although Jiang Hengshu said that he could help himself, but Fu Zhen felt that if he could, he still hoped that these problems would be solved by himself.

Because he was going to see Jiang Hengshu’s mother tomorrow, Fu Zhen was really nervous. He insisted on pestering Jiang Hengshu to buy a gift for Mrs. Jiang in the evening. He didn’t have much money. Jiang Hengshu helped him make up a little before buying the hand-embroidered silk piping.

Fu Zhen stared in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, and asked Jiang Hengshu beside him: "Will your mother really like me?"

"Yes, rest assured," Jiang Hengshu patted Fu Zhen on the back, soothing his anxious and nervous emotions, "it's late, it's time to sleep."

This time, without waiting for Fu Zhen to speak, Jiang Hengshu took the initiative, "How can you not like you if you are so good?"

He kissed Fu Zhen's eyebrows, and threatened him softly in his ear: "If you don't sleep anymore, I can go to the study to sleep."

Fu Zhen touched Jiang Hengshu's chin with a little green stubble affectionately.

He whispered to Jiang Hengshu: "Good night."

Jiang Hengshu took Fu Zhen in his arms, "Good night, baby."

...

The next morning, Fu Zhen got up early, wearing a white sweater, a gray slim-fit jacket, and black straight-leg pants. Fu Zhen was not very young, so he was dressed like this. Some are like college students on campus.

He stood in the full-length mirror and looked at it for a long time and looked at it for a long time. In the end, he didn't decide whether to wear this suit or not, so he asked Jiang Hengshu, who was sitting aside quietly looking at him, "Isn't it okay for me to wear this."

"There is a problem." Jiang Hengshu said ruthlessly.

Fu Zhen stared at Jiang Hengshu with round eyes, waiting for Jiang Hengshu to tell where the problem was.

Jiang Hengshu got up and walked to the closet, picked out a black coat, and handed it to Fu Zhen: "I don't wear too much. It will be cold when I go out later."

Fu Zhen didn't reach out to pick it up, blinking his two big eyes, looking at Jiang Hengshu pitifully, as if he wanted to bargain with Jiang Hengshu.

Jiang Hengshu only said one sentence to Fu Zhen: "My mother doesn't like stinky children."

Fu Zhen: "..."

What can Fu Zhen do? He could only take the coat that Jiang Hengshu handed over and put it on.

When closing the closet door, Jiang Hengshu found that Fu Zhen's clothes were still a bit lacking. He had to take him out to buy some more when he had time.

Jiang Hengshu drove Fu Zhen to Jiang’s house, bypassing the winding mountain road, and finally reached the villa standing in the middle of the mountain. When the car came down, the cold wind roared, Fu Zhen couldn’t hold back a sneeze, and took his coat. When they got together, Jiang Hengshu didn't laugh at him when he saw him, but just took him in his arms.

The old butler had been waiting outside the door for a long time. When he saw Fu Zhenshi who was in Jiang Hengshu's arms, he was slightly startled. Last night, his wife said that Jiang Hengshu would come back with his partner today. The old butler never expected What Jiang Hengshu brought back turned out to be a boy. He suddenly remembered Mrs. Jiang's sad face when Jiang Hengshu left last time.

However, when he saw them walking towards him, the old butler still greeted them with a smile on his face: "Are you back?", while helping them open the door of the villa.

Jiang Hengshu nodded and walked into the villa with Fu Zhen.

Fu Zhen quickly saw Jiang Hengshu’s mother. Mrs. Jiang was standing at the door of the living room with a smile, welcoming them. She was nearly fifty, but she was well maintained. There were almost no fine lines on the corners of her eyes. She was wearing a piece of ink. The green cheongsam showed a very comfortable temperament, Fu Zhen bent down and bowed, "Hello, Mrs. Jiang, I am Fu Zhen", and then passed the gift in his hand.

"It's fine to come, what else to bring with you." Madam Jiang said with a smile.

During the period when Fu Zhen didn’t come, she thought countless times what the lover her son would bring back. She heard Jiang Hengshu say that he is intersex, and she thought that this child might be a female. But it didn't. Fu Zhen looked like a very normal boy with delicate features and well-behaved. Standing with his tall son, he unexpectedly matched him.