webnovelvip Chapter 27
Chapter 27
The locker room returned to silence, and then there were slight footsteps.
The sound of footsteps approaching, as if stepping on the tip of Fu Jiujiu's heart, made him suddenly nervous.
He became a little flustered, like a child whose eavesdropping was discovered, he turned and walked out in a panic.
Lin Jun's words seemed to cast a huge rock in his heart, and the huge vortex rolled up huge waves, making his heart pound.
As he walked out, he wondered if he heard it wrong.
Or was Lin Jun just using him as a shield?
He didn't know those things, but he couldn't deny that he couldn't help being throbbed by his words.
In fact, when he was busy, he seldom thought of Lin Jun, just like before, as if he was still far away from him.
However, as long as this person or this name appears in his sight, it is difficult for him not to be influenced by him.
He walked in a hurry.
It wasn't until I walked out of the long corridor in the dressing area that I could see green everywhere. When the tennis ball drew a beautiful and energetic arc in the air, I finally let out a soft breath like waking up from a dream.
Lin Jun came out quickly.
When he saw Fu Jiujiu, he paused for a moment, and then he smiled and strode towards him.
He stopped at a very close distance from him, and reached out to shake his hand.
His hands were soft and cool, like a piece of cool jade, not much different from usual.
Only then did he relax his tone, and asked with downcast eyes, "Why are you standing in the wind?"
Fu Jiujiu picked up his mobile phone: "You didn't bring your mobile phone, it rang just now."
Lin Jun took the phone over, turned on the screen naturally, and while calling back, half-armed Fu Jiujiu's shoulder, leading him forward.
Fu Jiujiu struggled slightly, but was pulled back calmly by him with a chuckle.
Lin Jun's body was filled with heat, and the cold wind was completely covered by him, giving Fu Jiujiu the illusion that he was a snail, and now he was hiding in a warm and safe shell.
Lin Jun's voice was very deep, with a bit of sand, and the tone rang in his ears calmly:
"Okay, it's okay."
"If they want to play, we will accompany them to the end."
"You make a plan and have a meeting with the legal counsel tomorrow to discuss it."
"..."
He said it calmly.
But Fu Jiujiu knew that, as a leader in the industry, FY was a thorn in the side of many people.
The operation process is not as easy as Linjun's performance.
"Are you in any trouble?" He raised his eyes and asked him, the light shone on his fair face, which looked very gentle.
Lin Jun looked down at him.
Because he just took a shower in the locker room, his hair roots were still a little damp, and his dark eyes were also a little wet, looking young and energetic.
Like a purest college student.
At this moment, a little light condensed in those pure black eyes, like stars in the dark night sky.
He stared at Fu Jiujiu seriously with the star, with a little smile and joy hidden.
Fu Jiujiu pursed her lips uncomfortably.
Lin Jun smiled softly, and the laughter shook his eardrums: "Are you caring about me?"
"Now I have Fu Jiujiu in my world, I must put all my energy on him." Lin Jun's fresh words still rang in his ears, Fu Jiujiu couldn't deny it, so he nodded.
Lin Jun looked down at him, the smile on his lips could no longer be concealed: "It's nothing, it's just a small matter."
Fu Jiujiu nodded again.
"Do you have time to walk the dog together this week?" Lin Jun suddenly asked, "I miss Fu Xiaoba."
Fu Jiujiu counted the time: "Okay, I'll try to free up that day's time."
The tip of the pen is running on the paper, the tall and straight man is holding the dog leash, the dog is smiling with his face up, and the man is smiling with his eyes downcast.
Lin Jun has always been so gentle to Fu Xiaoba.
Fu Jiujiu put down his brush and opened the desk drawer.
The painting appeared before his eyes again, and it had been neatly framed by him.
Fu Jiujiu took out the painting and stared at the boy in the painting for a while.
Afterwards, he opened Weibo and re-registered an account: Qingren.
The blood of that year seemed to be ignited again tonight.
He wanted to draw the holding blade again, and pour out his enthusiasm for that boy again.
That young man who was bathed in flames, his brows were full of fighting intent, he used his racket as a blade to break through the darkness with a single blow, and also broke through the barren area in his heart that had never been reclaimed by anyone.
This is where the inspiration for the comic "Holding the Blade" comes from.
When Fu Jiujiu drew the figure of this young man full of fighting spirit, he planted the seeds of explosion in his heart.
I would like to be the sharp blade in the hands of the young green onion, break through the darkness and reach the light--Green Blade
This was the surging heart that Fu Jiujiu had in those years.
He had worked hard to make himself a little better, to make himself eligible to be held in his hands.
Humble and joyful.
But after the age of 17, such a desire was suppressed in the darkest place in his heart.
It seemed that he didn't exist, but he was always ready to move when he was undefended, desperately trying to break through the darkness and break out of the ground.
So he finally took a paintbrush and turned it into a story.
In the story, he accompanies him through life and death, and accompanies him to soar in different times or spaces, life and death depend on each other.
He turned into a sharp blade in his hand, helping him to tear apart the darkness, helping him to trample on injustice, watching him illuminate every messy place with the justice in his heart.
Then let them wash in the clear spring, and the flowers are everywhere.
All the beauty and love are melted at the tip of the pen and poured out from the bottom of my heart little by little.
In the process of creation, he never felt tired, only felt joy and enjoyment.
Therefore, "holding the blade" has become his spiritual food and pillar unconsciously.
It's just that the Fu Jiujiu in this world is different from his choice.
He married and divorced.
He didn't draw the blade.
While feeling regretful and lost, he also felt that this might be fate.
It was destined to be so.
But today, the fire in his heart was rising again, gnawing at the most fragile soft flesh, and when he wanted to break through the ground again, he suddenly woke up, it was indeed destined.
It is destined to show this comic again through his hands.
Fu Jiujiu took two cat hairpins, and pinned the slightly longer forehead hair on the top of the hair, exposing the smooth forehead.
His eyelashes were drooping, his lips were slightly pursed, and he carefully outlined the green boy on the screen stroke by stroke.
The boy was wearing a school uniform, his figure was slender and straight, his schoolbag was slung across his shoulders, his eyes were condensed, and he looked extremely unapproachable.
But no one knows that he is actually full of passion, creating miracles in his own way at unknown moments.
The plot and characters have long been familiar.
With the previous foundation, coupled with the improvement of his painting skills over the years, especially in terms of clothing matching, Fu Jiujiu, who is a fashion editor, is almost completely different from Fu Jiujiu, who was just a college student back then.
A frame of comics jumped out, and Fu Jiujiu stopped painting. Compared with the pitiful setting of the original version with few emotional lines, this time he wanted to try to break through the barriers in his heart that could not be broken through, and try to plump up the emotional lines of the people in the painting a little bit.
Although this emotional line itself is very tangled, the result is unknown.
In it, you may be bound by it, you may be destroyed by it, or you may be saved by it...
But he still wanted to try it in the story.
You should try it once!
He bit the pen and added a new setting with a solemn expression.
The remnant soul that originally had its own consciousness but could only accompany the young man in the form of a weapon turned into a handsome and handsome young man under Fu Jiujiu's pen.
He has temperature and shape, a smile and emotions, and he can be by that lonely boy's side.
You can give him warmth when he needs warmth, and turn him into a weapon when he needs to kill.
A bit tacky setting, Fu Jiujiu thought while holding a pen.
However, so be it, the bones are fixed, and elegant flowers can also bloom in the vulgar.
Moreover, the original intention of the comics was originally a way of dredging his emotions.
Whether it is successful or not, whether it can be known by more people, is not the most important thing to him at present.
It should have been a very tiring day, but Fu Jiujiu couldn't suppress his passion.
He spent a series of manga with a dull head, and uploaded it to the Weibo of "Qing Ren".
The painter Qingjian appeared in this world for the first time, and was immediately submerged in the flood of data.
After a period of discussion and running-in for the AG project, the final topic was finally decided.
Since AG is currently in an important stage of transition to the high-end market, after several meetings and comparisons between the two sides, they settled on Fang Yan, who has a very high popularity due to a certain classic hit drama.
Although Fang Yan did not get the title of best actor, his status in the eyes of the public is no worse than that of the real actor.
In addition, he has a good image, high emotional intelligence, and his price is cheaper than actors at the actor level, so the price/performance ratio is very high.
The negotiation with the artist team was set on the fourth floor of Budu.
After negotiating all the terms that night, Fu Jiujiu went down to the third floor alone, wanting to have a drink and relax.
Lin Jun and Lu Xiye didn't come that night, the place where they used to sit was dimly lit.
Fu Jiujiu thought that there was no one there, so he walked straight over. It wasn't until he got very close that he realized that there was actually a person sitting there.
The cigarette ash on the man's hands had accumulated for a long time, and when he saw him, he stood up and greeted him politely: "Mr. Fu."
It's Qin Moyan.
Fu Jiujiu smiled: "Such a coincidence?"
Qin Moyan nodded: "I just finished talking, come here and relax."
Seemingly coincident, Fu Jiujiu sat down opposite him: "Why don't you turn on the light?"
"I like black," Qin Moyan said, "If Mr. Fu doesn't like it, I'll ask someone to let him go."
"No need," Fu Jiujiu smiled, then lowered his head and lit a cigarette, "I needed something from you last time, didn't you?"
Qin Moyan's eyes became subtle.
"I'm sorry," Fu Jiujiu said apologetically, "some things happened before, and I can't remember some things clearly."
Qin Moyan didn't ask much, just nodded: "I asked Mr. Fu to do something before, but it's really nothing, just forget it."
"What's the matter?" Fu Jiujiu asked, "If possible, I would like to listen to it again."
Qin Moyan smiled: "At that time, I hoped that when you went to the Lin family, you could help the Qin family to speak well in front of Mrs. Lin. I heard that Young Master Lin listened to his mother very much."
Fu Jiujiu immediately understood: "The Qin family wants to cooperate with the Lin family?"
Qin Moyan nodded.
"I remember," Fu Jiujiu thought for a moment, "The Qin family has a regular partner."
Qin Moyan took two puffs of cigarette slowly and said, "I want to break the pattern."
Fu Jiujiu didn't quite understand, as far as he knew, the Qin family's partner, the Wei family, was actually very powerful.
But Qin Moyan didn't seem to want to talk about it in depth.
"But the Qin family has been cooperating with the Lu family," Fu Jiujiu said, "I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to get a share of it."
On the surface, Lu Xiye seemed very easy-going, but he was known as a tough guy in City A, so it might be very difficult to snatch things out of his hands.
"I understand," Qin Moyan smiled, "That's why I wanted to find a breakthrough from Mrs. Lin."
"Mrs. Lin," Fu Jiujiu shook his head, "According to my observation, she has long since stopped doing things."
Qin Moyan nodded again, and smiled slightly after a while: "Forget it, I'm just dying."
Fu Jiujiu has heard people say that the Qin family is in a difficult situation now, and it is almost entirely supported by Qin Moyan alone.
He failed to do what Qin Moyan asked him to do before, and now he wants to help him in other ways.
"If the Qin family needs it," he said politely, "you can contact NF. Although my ability is limited, I am willing to do my best."
"Thank you." Qin Moyan said.
The two were not familiar, and sat in the shadows and drank two glasses with each other.
At this time, a few young people came to the next table, ordering wine loudly.
One of them seems to be the protagonist of this game, surrounded by people, like the stars holding the moon.
They should have come from another place, their words were a bit drunk, and they had a lively chat without any scruples.
Fu Jiujiu vaguely heard them mention Qin Moyan's name.
He raised his eyes and looked over, Qin Moyan raised his finger to crush the scarlet cigarette butt between his fingers, and then lit another one.
His movements are smooth and flowing, as if he doesn't feel pain.
But Fu Jiujiu's heart throbbed violently.
Doesn't it hurt?
"Young Master Chen," a voice came from the other side amidst the laughter, "Qin Moyan really doesn't recognize his biological mother?"
"His biological mother's low life, if he admits it, doesn't he admit that he is a low species?"
Someone laughed: "He is also a bitch if he doesn't recognize it!"
"Tsk," the young man called Young Master Chen sneered disdainfully: "He's the kind of person my dad still coaxes, you don't know how disgusting I am."
"Heh," an unknown person said angrily, "Aren't you afraid of being compared?"
"I'm afraid?" Young Master Chen said, "I'm really not afraid. What does he have? Just a face."
He suddenly thought of something and laughed: "Don't tell me, he really depends on that face if he wants to turn around, you don't know..."
He said halfway, then laughed a few times and stopped talking.
It made others keep asking.
The yin and yang person said again: "Who doesn't know that Qin San is cruel to everyone, I suggest you keep your voice down, so as not to offend Lord Hades and not know."
"I'm afraid?" Young Master Chen yelled, "I don't know how to write the word 'fear', okay?"
"It's best not to know." Qin Moyan put out half of the cigarette between his fingers, and slowly stood up.
The table next to it was quiet for a moment, then Young Master Chen asked in surprise, "Who the hell is pretending to be a ghost?"
Qin Moyan walked slowly into the shadow of the lamp, his speed was not fast, like strolling in a garden, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was extremely cold.
Those fox eyes, which were already cold, could almost freeze a person completely.
"Qin...Qin..." Young Master Chen stammered, and his pretty face changed color.
Qin Moyan walked up to him step by step, stretched out his hand and grabbed his hair: "Don't you know you're afraid? Why are you so cowardly?"
The other circle of young people backed away silently.
Qin Moyan pulled his hair out of the booth with one hand, and lit another cigarette with the other hand.
He blew on the cigarette butt very brightly, and pressed it on Young Master Chen's mouth little by little.
Young Master Chen was so frightened that he made a sound like killing a pig, but he didn't dare to open his mouth. His muffled voice sounded especially desperate.
Several young people picked up the wine bottles and approached slowly.
Fu Jiujiu also stood up, knocked the wine bottle on the edge of the table, and silently stood beside Qin Moyan with half of the hideous broken glass.
The two sides were in a stalemate, and Young Master Chen covered his mouth with his hand: "If you dare to touch me, my father will not spare you."
"Really?" Qin Moyan said coldly: "Your father will only be grateful to me and teach him a lesson for his poorly educated children."
He pressed Chen Shao on the table, his back blocked Fu Jiujiu's sight, and then Chen Shao let out a cry like killing a pig.
Fu Jiujiu was covered in goose bumps by that voice.
He has seen Qi Luo fight countless times since he was a child, and he himself has participated in many fights, but they were all punches and kicks. He has never seen someone as ruthless as Qin Moyan.
No one dared to come up.
Qin Moyan got up quickly, and easily brushed off the soot splashed on his shirt.
Put one hand on Fu Jiujiu's shoulder, leading him back to the seat.
The place quickly quieted down, and Young Master Chen was quickly taken away from the scene.
Fu Jiujiu looked at the half bottle in his hand, feeling a little regretful: "Sorry, I ruined your half bottle."
"It's okay." Qin Moyan got up and put on his coat: "I hope it didn't disturb your pleasure."
Qin Moyan didn't even say goodbye, he turned and left.
Like a very lonely wolf, walking through the steel forest that does not belong to him.
Fu Jiujiu drank two more cups, checked some gossip about the Qin family with his mobile phone, and looked at the clothing styles that the Qin family mainly featured.
If Qin Moyan needs it, he hopes to make the best plan for him.
After finalizing the shooting schedule with the artist team, the whole project entered the most intense preparation period.
Set, design, lighting, photography, makeup, theme expression, artist's likes and dislikes, everything must be done to the best.
After working overtime for several days in a row, Fu Jiujiu no longer remembered the appointment with Lin Jun to walk the dog together.
It was already early in the morning. After finishing his work, he picked up his cell phone and found Lin Jun's number.
Three missed calls, one every hour.
It was too late, he didn't want to go back, but saw another WeChat message.
Not as good as a dog: "I'll wait for you in the garage, come over after get off work."
garage?
Fu Jiujiu was stunned. There is no special garage in their community, and the old houses all have parking spaces on the ground.
Could it be...
He froze for a moment, but still dialed.
Lin Jun quickly picked it up, saying two words concisely: "Come down."
Fu Jiujiu's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't tell what it was like, like a child who stole candy, both apprehensive and joyful.
But anxiety is far greater than joy.
He pressed the elevator and went straight down to the underground garage.
The lights in the garage were dim, and from the heating room, a gust of damp and cold air came straight to the face, making him shiver from the cold.
Lin Jun changed into a tall off-road vehicle today, and he is standing in front of the vehicle waiting for him.
And a dog's head protruded from the car window, and when it saw Fu Jiujiu coming down, it whined softly.
Lin Jun scolded it very softly, and the dog immediately fell silent.
Fu Jiujiu was far away, thinking that Lin Jun had brought Fu Xiaoba here, so he trotted and called, "Xiaoba?"
Lin Jun's face darkened: "Am I transparent?"
Fu Jiujiu stopped in front of him: "Senior."
Lin Jun looked down at him, there was a faint smell of tobacco on his body, and he sighed helplessly for a long while: "Let's go."
Fu Jiujiu hurriedly lay down on the car window, only to realize that it was not Fu Xiaoba, but Xiao Linzi.
"Is it waiting with you?" Fu Jiujiu asked a little guilty.
"En." Lin Jun looked at him sideways and responded lightly.
Fu Jiujiu wanted to say that there was no need to wait for him, but he felt that such words could not be said.
Lin Jun had already waited, waiting for him most of the night in the wet and cold garage in the middle of the winter.
Fu Jiujiu felt that Lin Jun was probably a little angry, and he also regretted why he called the dog first instead of the senior.
It's just that the dog's arrival was beyond his expectation, and he didn't mean to disrespect Lin Jun.
He obediently sat up straight, lowered his eyes and was a little worried about how to explain to Lin Jun.
The light and pleasant smell of sea salt gradually approached.
Fu Jiujiu raised her eyes in surprise from her own thoughts, only to realize that Lin Jun was pressing towards him a little bit.
That beautiful and slightly cold face was getting closer and closer, he tensed his body nervously, and pursed his lips.
Lin Jun's thick eyelashes drooped, and he pulled his seat belt over with his hand, and pressed the buckle in with a click.
He slowly raised himself up, keeping a low posture towards him and asked, "Are you hungry?"
Fu Jiujiu shook his head, Lin Jun was so close to him, the faint smell of perfume and tobacco mixed together was his unique breath.
Fu Jiujiu panicked.
Fortunately, Xiao Linzi leaned over from behind and wanted to kiss his face, so he took the opportunity to avoid Lin Jun and rubbed Xiao Linzi's head.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to ask you to walk the dog with me today." Fu Jiujiu apologized earnestly as the car sped through the night.
Lin Jun's hand on the steering wheel was steady, and after a while he asked, "Will everyone be so busy in the future?"
Fu Jiujiu nodded: "It should be busy most of the time."
The car stopped downstairs, Fu Jiujiu jumped out of the car, and Lin Jun came down from the other side.
He opened the back door and took out a bouquet of flowers, blue gypsophila and sunflowers, exuding vitality in the winter night.
While putting the flowers into Fu Jiujiu's arms, he said in a deep voice, "You should regard yourself as the most delicate and precious flower, not a weed."
Fu Jiujiu raised his eyes to look at him, and Lin Jun's dark eyes looked back at him faintly, showing no emotion.
As if it was just a casual sentence.
"Weeds can also bloom, senior." Fu Jiujiu said, "Even if it's small, it's still a flower."
Lin Jun looked at him silently for a moment: "If you bloom flowers, can I come to collect honey?"
Fu Jiujiu was startled, his cheeks flushed.
He turned around and wanted to leave, but Lin Jun reached out and grabbed his wrist again: "Don't go yet."
Fu Jiujiu was startled, and Lin Jun took a step closer: "Can I stay at your place tonight? Primary school brother?"
The word "small" was pronounced lightly by him, but it seemed to be emphasized.
"I..." Fu Jiujiu wanted to refuse, but Lin Jun didn't let him finish.
Lin Jun looked down at him seriously, his eyes as dark as the sea under the moonlight: "I promise, I won't touch you, and I won't do anything beyond the rules."
He looked at the car, Xiao Linzi was poking his head: "Xiao Linzi misses Fu Xiaoba, don't torture him."
Fu Jiujiu looked at Xiao Linzi.
Lin Jun added in a low voice, his voice a little hoarse: "If you think about it again, he will die soon."
The author has something to say: Jun'er: I hinted so clearly this time, Fu Jiujiu must have understood, right?
The secondary CP will not have many roles, after all, they will have their own stories in the future, so their appearance in this book is to serve the story line of the main CP, thank you!
感谢在2020-08-0416:58:59~2020-08-0515:25:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Did you explode 1 today;
Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 36 bottles of Hegui Gushan Temple;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!