Chen Fu stayed at her grandmother's house until afternoon. In the evening, she received a call asking her to go downstairs to get the express delivery.

She spent several days in seclusion and wrote articles, but she really didn't remember anything she had bought.

"Can I ask, what exactly is it?"

The courier uncle's tone was a bit solemn: "After twenty boxes, is it convenient for you to go downstairs now?"

Twenty years old... Wait, Chen Fu suddenly remembered something: the biscuits that Jiang Shutong said casually when he was playing games two days ago, and the ten boxes of drinks that he cheated Lin Jialuo later.

However, Chen Fu asked uncertainly: "Twenty boxes?"

"Yes." The courier uncle's tone was very confident.

Chen Fu knocked on the head, saying, "That, I'm not at home."

"Is there anyone in that family?"

The courier uncle said as he pressed the walkie-talkie with the corresponding door sign downstairs. The other end was quickly connected. Shen's mother "feeded" and said, "Who?"

"Come on delivery, can you help with it?"

Mother Chen was suspicious: "What express delivery?"

The courier uncle explained: "The recipient wrote Chen Fu."

Chen's mother said "Oh", "That's my daughter. I don't know what mess I bought again. Please wait."

"There are a bit too many." The courier uncle hesitated and reminded: "Do you, do you still have someone at home?"

The air is quiet.

Chen Fu felt like a disaster was coming, and it would be better to go home to explain this kind of thing. She cut off the phone, carried her bag and ran out, "Grandma, I'll go back first."

Grandma shouted behind her, "I'll have supper before leaving."

Chen Fu: "It's too late."

Grandma chased after her with a scarf, and Chen Fu had run away to a small point. She had no choice but to retreat into the door, "What's the matter so urgent?"

When Chen Fu arrived home, it was already dark.

After coming out of the elevator, I saw more than twenty boxes neatly zipping at the door.

She glanced roughly and probably ate.

Chen Fu took out the key from her pocket and opened the door. As soon as she reached into half of her head, Chen's mother's chilly voice came from the living room: "Are you back?"

"Mom." Chen Fu stood up straight and pointed outside the door, "These..."

Chen's mother interrupted her: "Did you buy it?"

"Of course not." Chen Fu scratched the back of her ear, "It was given by someone else."

"who?"

Chen Fu took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator, moved it to the sofa and sat down, pointed into the TV, "Just him."

The TV broadcast "The Storm of the Song Dynasty", and the scene just hits Lin Jialuo.

Chen's mother followed and looked over, and the volume was two degrees higher: "Chen, Fu!"

"There is also Jiang Shutong." Chen Fu immediately added, she leaned back on the sofa and roughly explained the causes and consequences.

Chen’s mother didn’t know what to say about her, so she pointed out and said, “Move in by yourself.”

Chen Fu stayed on the sofa for a while and shouted to the study: "Dad! Help me..."

Chen's mother interrupted her: "Your dad is not at home."

“Where did you go?”

"It's said there's a dinner party." Chen's mother said.

Chen Fu stood up and walked into the study suspiciously. It was quiet inside and not even the light was on.

She stood there and thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "Why not, put it there first?"

Mother Chen didn't expect her at first, but then she suddenly asked, "Did you see you Aunt Qingyun today?"

Chen’s mother is a few years younger than Cheng Qingyun. She grew up together when she was a child and has a good relationship.

"See you." Chen Fu said, "And Uncle Jiang."

Mother Chen lowered the volume of the TV, "They are still like that?"

Chen Fu nodded in memory. She went to Cheng's house to send crabs. Grandma Cheng pulled her to sit for a while, but she didn't see Aunt Qingyun talking to Uncle Jiang during this period.

Chen's mother sighed, "I haven't had much contact with you Aunt Qingyun in the past few years, but I know her temper and I will not change the decision easily."

She said that, as if she remembered something: "It's exactly twenty-seven years old this year, it's not too young. Do you have a girlfriend?"

Chen Fu paused her hands with the orange peel, "How could I know this?"

She stuffed the orange into her mouth and walked back to the room.

The thick curtains covered the last ray of light outside, and Chen Fu only turned on a small warm yellow desk lamp. Half an hour passed, but there was only one line of five-word title on the document.

A bottleneck again.

She leaned back on the back of the chair, staring at the ceiling in pain in a daze.

About a quarter of an hour later, Chen Fu closed the computer, took out the iPad from her bag, and opened the drawing software.

She didn't think about what to draw, but just hooked the lines aimlessly.

The eaves, snow, the courtyard, and... a back. It can be seen that it looks like a young man, with long legs, straight spine, one hand in his pocket, gradually walking away.

Jiang Shutong and Chen Fu recited the name silently in her heart, stared at the line draft for a few minutes, then saved it and cut it to Weibo.

The second before pressing the sending, she hesitated again, returned to the procreate, and wiped off the setting of the surrounding courtyard.

Although no one knows Chen Fu's comic brush name and Weibo account, and the courtyard houses in Beijing are similar, if they are seen by familiar people...

She thought about it and finally added a small path. In this case, even he wouldn't recognize it himself.

Chen Fu posted the picture again on Weibo, without coloring or texting. After doing this, she stretched and got up to take a shower.

With the hot water rinsed, my whole body became much more relaxed.

Chen Fu blew her hair while reading the comments on Weibo:

——Fubao!!!

——The missing population returns!

——This back looks so clean.

——Have I waited? Is this a new comic?

...

Chen Fu paused to this point, thought for a while, but replied: No.

She couldn't draw Jiang Shutong's heroine.

He seemed to have never disclosed his criteria for choosing a spouse in any public place. Although the reporter had asked countless times, he had only one answer: I don’t know.

Sometimes he is a very simple person, with the rebelliousness and rebelliousness of a big boy at heart, but sometimes he is so unpredictable.

Chen's mother shouted outside: "It's time to eat."

"I understand." Chen Fu replied.

She looked up, pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled at herself in the mirror, revealing a few big white teeth.

Come on, she said to herself.

The next month, Chen Fu was busy with the script.

The outline of the entire script was modified by Xu Qingrang himself, almost overturning half of the original plot.

Xu Ziqian will edit the manuscripts submitted by Chen Fu again, and Xu Qing will make the final draft in the end.

Every time she receives a final draft, the intuitive gap will make Chen Fu feel an indescribable sense of frustration. The rhythm, plot, characters... She is more than a little bit worse.

Fortunately, she was optimistic and when she was not inspired, she went to the small park next to her and sat on the bench to see the pedestrians coming and going.

I will think of Jiang Shutong saying: "No one can lay a solid foundation for a lifetime of stability in his twenties, so Chen Fu, you can be braver and move forward."

Although the script may not necessarily have the chance to be brought to the screen in the end, some things are not considered as the result.

Because what you have walked through is worth it.

When the pressure is really high, Chen Fu will spend several hours to empty her brain and focus on painting.

But for some reason, since that back view, she always painted Jiang Shutong without realizing it.

He sat in the passenger seat and sleeping with his arm on his pillow. He leaned against the car window and looked at the night view outside. Many years ago, he walked through the path next to the alley while patting basketball...

These paintings have simple scenes and different styles. The common point is that they have no face.

Many fans on Weibo asked why, Chen Fu simply named the series "Mr. S without Name".

Just write and delete it like this, and life passed quickly. By mid-April, the script was finally completed more than half.
To be continued...