Hold on, you can't bend!

Late night, Twilight Bar.

The lamps and shadows above the head change magnificently, light and dark flow, and the light and hazy chasing lights pass by on the dark bar counter, and at a glance, it outlines the figure lying on the marble countertop.

The back is thin and straight, the hem of the black shirt slides up slightly with the posture of bowing, the waist line on the table is smooth, revealing at the neckline under the gorgeous halo, revealing a white and slender neck, the side face is clear Jun and handsome, the bangs hanging on the forehead are slightly messy, the black hair is half covered, and there is a pair of Ruifeng eyes that are hooked outside and turned upside down, but the thin eyelids are half closed, and the hidden emotions cannot be seen clearly.

It was midnight, the sound waves in the bar were mixed, and there were many people moving around. Occasionally, people who came over to strike up a conversation with a glass of wine, no matter men or women, were all turned away by Zhang Nan's insipid "I have a companion".

With slender knuckles, he took the cup pushed by the bartender. When Zhang Nan finished his fifth cup, Jiang He finally pushed open the door of the bar in a hurry, and came to the appointment.

Sitting on the high stool next to Zhang Nan, Jiang He unbuttoned his cuffs and hurriedly made amends as he rolled up his cuffs, "I'm sorry, buddy, I worked overtime temporarily, and I didn't expect to be so late, waiting so long!"

Zhang Nandan supported his head, raised his eyelids and gave his friend a cool look, and said to the bartender in front of him, "I'm tired, make a glass of wine suitable for untrustworthy social animals."

The young bartender in a shirt and vest was taken aback for a moment, and asked with a smile, "What kind of... is that?"

Zhang Nan tapped the body of the glass with his fingertips repeatedly, and smiled a little casually, "It's actually that Erguotou, the boiled water that was mixed."

Bartender "Hahahahahaha."

Jiang He "..."

"Mojito, less ice." Jiang He asked for a glass of wine himself, then turned to ask Zhang Nan, "How have you been these two days, Master Zhang, is there any sign of recovery in creative inspiration? Just now when I came out of the work unit, the editor-in-chief asked Just to ask me about your recent situation..."

Speaking of this, Jiang He lowered his voice subconsciously, and then tilted his head towards Zhang Nan, hinting, "Your old man's first episode of this new work has been delayed for almost a month, from spring to summer, and then dragged on." Go on, I guess our editor-in-chief will come to the door in person and sing the song 'Lonely Platform' in front of you..."

"My heart is waiting, will I be waiting forever?" Zhang Nan hooked the corner of his mouth and pulled a smile, but the smile was too shallow, it flashed by, and disappeared before it could catch his eyes.

"Then he'll have to wait—I want to draw too, but I can't draw, buddy."

Zhang Nan's voice was not high-pitched, and his voice was light, but after finishing the light words, the two of them fell into a short silence.

What does it mean for a cartoonist on the rise in his career to run out of ideas?

Thank you Zhang Nan, this feeling is probably like a scumbag who suddenly has the idea of ​​studying hard-and then is suppressed by his own strong self-control.

It has been more than a month, and Fuman Killing Nan, who has been hailed as a "talented" pure-love cartoonist in the industry and is sought after by thousands of fans, suddenly encountered a creative bottleneck.

The desire to create suddenly disappeared, and whether he was facing a drawing book or a drawing software, his brain was always blank in a state of drowsiness.

There is no main line, no plot, no breakups, and no scenes.

In order to get back the soul of Fuzhi when he was creating, he tried to go out to gather scenery some time ago, and also tried to lock himself in the house and meditate on the drafts he had drawn. However, in addition to letting himself fall into a deeper level of anxiety, Not a little help at all.

He hadn't gone out for a long time, Jiang He talked for a long time tonight, before he agreed to go out for a drink or two, but the product was still late and kept him busy for most of the night.

Damn, the nasty nth degree equation.

Zhang Nan and Jiang He are high friends, and they have been very close for so many years. Knowing that Zhang Nan is not in a good mood, Jiang He doesn't talk too much, so he drinks one cup after another with him. At the end of the drink, both of them are very drunk status.

There is a trace of charcoal drawing on Zhang Nan's right index finger, which is obviously not heavy, but it is particularly glaring under the alternating dim light and shadow.

Zhang Nan lowered his eyes and stared at the charcoal mark for a long time, his eyes were deep.

Jiang He swallowed a few cups, his head was dizzy, he looked at the time, forced himself to straighten his tongue, patted Zhang Nan on the shoulder, and said, "Don't think about it, go home and rest early, maybe sleep, tomorrow When I woke up, I was suddenly overwhelmed with inspiration!"

"Then I'd better not wake up and keep sleeping." Zhang Nan didn't move his eyes, still looked at his fingers, and said with a smile, "After all, there are everything in dreams."

Jiang He smiled "haha", took out the ready to pay, swipe his finger on the screen twice, stunned, and suddenly said, "Hey, I'm going... Then what, the wine tonight...Master Zhang, please invite me?"

Zhang Nan "Just to thank you for letting me wait for hours?"

"No..." Jiang He handed the screen in front of his eyes. The two have been friends for many years, and they are the best buddies. There is no secret that cannot be read, "I just remembered that all the money on my card has been transferred to wealth management. It’s not worthwhile to withdraw cash and deduct interest at that time!”

He touched his pocket and whispered again, "And there is not enough cash."

"It's easy to say." Zhang Nan blinked his eyes, and his eyes that had been locked on the scratch finally loosened a bit, picked up the one next to it, and clicked twice at will——

In the next second, Jiang He was shocked and received a transfer reminder.

Jiang He looked at the one hundred yuan credit reminder displayed on the screen, then looked at Zhang Nan, and said in a daze, "...What do you mean?"

Zhang Nan slid down the high stool, and said lightly, "I will pay the interest, and you will pay for the wine. Pay the bill."

Jiang He "..."

What the hell kind of divine operation is this to destroy friendship? !

Jiang He felt sad, seeing Zhang Nan's slightly chaotic pace getting further and further away, he still couldn't help shouting, "Hey! What are you doing?"

"The bathroom." Zhang Nan waved, but didn't look back. "Wash your face after drinking too much."

As soon as the door is closed, the noisy music and human figures are blocked, and sandalwood is burning in the corner of the bathroom. The quiet space and the phantom light space outside the door seem to be two worlds.

But such a sudden sense of silence made people feel a little suffocated.

Zhang Nan stood in front of the sink, took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it between his lips, lit it, took a deep breath, the white smoke spread out from his eyes, Zhang Nan squinted his eyes, and put it under the automatic sensor faucet of the sink. .

The cold water rushed down and poured on Zhang Nan's fair and thin fingers. His eyes were fixed, staring straight at the charcoal mark.

Want to wash it away, want to forget it.

Then start over.

The door of the bathroom was pushed open, and a tall and thin figure stood beside the sink. The door opened and the breeze brought by it blew off a section of soot, which landed directly on Zhang Nan's wrist. He didn't care. , did not look back.

Zhang Nan hasn't had a drink for a long time, and he drank too much tonight. At this time, his consciousness has drifted a little, and he is in a trance. He smells the faint smell of alcohol lingering around him, and subconsciously believes that the buddy next to him I didn't drink less.

Wherever he looked, the black trace on his finger began to flow slowly at this moment, like a dark and swift river, engulfing all his senses and submerging in the bottom of the water, and the fine pieces of light floated on the surface of the water, but he sank deeper and deeper. The deeper it is, the more it stretches out, and the little halo that is close at hand cannot be touched.

People around have subtle movements, washing, pressing lotion, flushing, stretching paper to wipe.

But Zhang Nan stared at the mark on his face without moving, until the sound of water beside him disappeared, and after two seconds, a clear and cold voice dragged him back to reality.

"Dry flushing is useless, try this."

Zhang Nan's shoulders trembled subconsciously, as if he was suddenly awakened from a deep nightmare, and he turned his head back slowly, first seeing a well-boned man holding a pack of wet wipes , very white, with protruding wrist bones but not lonely and thin. His eyes wandered upwards along his wrists, and he saw a face with deep eyebrows but a slightly distant and indifferent expression.

Fu Yuzheng has been back to China for more than a month, and he has been working in Qinghai Hospital for a while. He is cold and unsocial, so he was parachuted into the position of deputy director of neurosurgery for more than two months. Today, he agreed to the appointment of his colleagues in the same department for the first time. Invitation, with this belated clean-up feast.

After he came out of the hotel, his colleagues who had no appointments for tomorrow helped him to find a bar to continue the stall. He drank two games in a row. Up to now, the young man beside him has been flushing non-stop.

Due to his personality, Fu Yuzheng is not an enthusiastic person. It may be because of his abnormal behavior after drinking, or it may be simply a professional habit. Doctor Fu's obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness attack at the right time. Seeing this young man in black and black pants will always be put in cold water He rushed down, but the mark on his finger didn't decrease by half. He couldn't hold it back, frowned, and after thinking for a while, he took out the medical alcohol wipes from his pocket and handed them over.

Zhang Nan stood where he was, looked at the things on Fu Yuzheng in a daze, and then looked at his face. After two seconds, he nodded slightly, said "Thank you" in a low voice, and took over from him. Over wet wipe pack.

However, all the sea change happened the moment the wipes were opened.

The new plastic packaging was torn open, and a wet towel was stretched out. The next second, Zhang Nan's face changed suddenly.

Fu Yuzheng has seen a lot of cases of sudden emergencies after drinking. Seeing Zhang Nan's face that turned pale in an instant, he frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Nan pinched the thin wet tissue with his fingertips, and wrinkled his eyebrows into a Sichuan character. He held his breath and asked, "This is... what?"

Fu Yuzheng was quite puzzled, but his expression was still calm and calm, "Alcohol wipes."

As soon as the voice fell, the next second, Zhang Nan jumped into the bathroom cubicle with lightning speed, and the speed was so fast that a phantom almost flashed by at the moment of disappearing.

Fu Yuzheng was taken aback for a moment, and then, he heard an earth-shattering sound from the compartment——

"vomit--"

Fu Yuzheng "..."

Doctor Fu's reason and impulse fought at this moment.

In fairness, he should have walked to the compartment door and at least asked "Are you okay", but the continuous "vomit—" not far away made his feet heavy again.

...he has a clean freak.

In the cubicle, Zhang Nan leaned on the water tank with one hand, and clutched the pack of wet wipes tightly with the other, his knuckles turned white, he didn't eat anything, and all he spit out was the wine he drank just now.

Zhang Nan's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and stomach were overwhelmed in an instant, but he was still able to complain——

"I, my mother drank so much, I have been jumping between throwing it up and holding it back for a long time, and now you suddenly let me smell... vomit-let me smell alcohol... What a godly assist!"

"Ugh—alcohol wipes are just alcohol wipes, but your concentration is too standard, right? Is there the same fragrance type of formalin... Ugh, shit, I can't think about it...Ugh—"

"The equipment is so professional, vomit - buddy, you are not a doctor, are you?!"

Fu Yuzheng stood in front of the sink, listening to him vomit and babble, his heart was complicated.

Coincidentally, I really am.

Immediately afterwards, a violent coughing sound came from the cubicle in front of him. After all, the benevolence of the doctor, Fu Yuzheng still

He walked over with a stride.

Standing at the door of the partition, the man was facing away from him, leaning over to support the water tank, coughing so loudly.

"You—" As soon as the word was finished, Fu Yuzheng suddenly stopped speaking, and his face turned livid in the next second.

The man just threw up.

He hasn't flushed yet.

The calm and calm Doctor Fu was roaring in his heart at this moment, reaching the sky——

Again, he, you, clean, obsessive, ah!

The heavy smell of alcohol lingered, Dr. Fu, who had drank a lot, finally broke his power, walked like flying, and directly broke into the next cubicle, the next moment——

"vomit--"

"Fuck?"

The coughing of Zhang Nan next door stopped for two seconds, and then, as if encouraged, he answered him unwillingly——

"vomit--"

Fu Yuzheng vomited——

Zhang Nan also vomited——

Fu Yuzheng "Don't follow me... vomit—"

Zhang Nan: "Hey, it's a rivalry, isn't it... Ugh——"

For a while, the scene was very chaotic.

So, Jiang He, who had waited in the lobby of the bar for a long time but did not see Zhang Nan coming back, couldn't help but hurriedly find the bathroom, this is what he saw.

Two compartments with two doors.

The two men who vomited crazy.

The author has something to say, long time no see, nineteen new bows!

This "Manga" is mainly the story of two people who are tired of falling in love. From the book to the reality, from the beginning to the end of the play, there is nothing special about it, except that the sugar content exceeds the standard~ Compare your heart!

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