Hold on, you can't bend!

In the early morning of the weekend, the sunshine wakes up the whole city, the shops on the street gradually open, but the traffic flow on the main road in the city is significantly less than that on weekdays. Most of the people who have been busy for a week are still immersed in their own good dreams Sleeping, coveting the rare comfort and relaxing time.

Zhang Nan was wearing a pair of black cotton sweatpants, a light gray sports short T, and a pair of headphones hanging around his neck. He had just finished his morning jog, and his hair on the sideburns was still a little wet.

After returning home from the small square in the community, he put the tofu nao packed from the breakfast shop downstairs into the small dining room, then went to the bathroom to take a shower again, and then returned to the table to eat breakfast in a leisurely manner.

Last week, following Dr. Lu's advice, he went to the hospital for a systematic and comprehensive examination. He completed a set of test and analysis forms arranged by Dr. Lin Jie, prescribed medicine, and was sent home by Dr. Lu.

The two of them tacitly did not mention the short and unclear hug that happened at that special moment at noon that day. Even the failed confession at night was also sealed in the deepest part of their minds, as if they had returned to the beginning. The mode of getting along, but the painter has always been delicate in mind, and has a different sensitivity to the slightest emotional changes, and can capture and perceive the emotional fluctuations that many ordinary people would ignore or downplay. He felt that something seemed to be different between him and Dr. Lu.

It can't be said that it's closer. After all, people like Lu Yuxing are born lacking the skill of intimacy. If you have to find a word to describe it, it's probably...a tacit fit?

Moreover, Zhang Nan could clearly perceive that the innate sense of distance and alienation in the other party seemed to have been invisible and reduced by more than half after that day.

He was pleasantly surprised by such changes, so he was willing to do his best to cooperate with the treatment.

——After all, even his parents told him that he had a minor illness and forgot some important things to him, so he needed to take medicine and see a doctor—he had to talk to Dr. Lin Jie regularly Life.

Zhang Nan sat at the table, eating tofu nao spoonful by spoonful, while swiping the screen of his mobile phone to read the morning news. After he finished his last bite, the time on his mobile phone showed 45:[-].

He washed the dishes and put them back in the cupboard. After he changed his clothes from the bedroom, his phone rang on the dining table.

Zhang Nan saw the caller's ID, bent his eyes inadvertently, and then answered: "Good morning, Dr. Lu."

"Good morning." Fu Yuzheng sat in the car, the car was not turned off, the small sound of the engine starting was transmitted through the handset of the mobile phone, "I'm downstairs, let's go downstairs."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Fu Yuzheng put down the phone, looked at the various people coming and going at the gate of the community, half closed his eyes, and gently pinched the center of his brows.

There was a car accident on the highway in the middle of the night yesterday, and several seriously injured people were sent to the nearest hospital. The doctor on duty in the department called his mobile phone and called Dr. Fu, who was sleeping lightly, to the operating room overnight. Three cranial surgeries , the lights in the operation center were on all night long, and he didn't come out of the operation room until after four o'clock in the morning. Facing the gratitude of the family members who crowded half of the corridor, he was so tired that he didn't even want to say a redundant "thank you". After changing the surgical gown and taking a shower in the hospital bathroom, I returned to the single bed in the office and squinted for more than two hours.

After the staff restaurant opened, I had a simple breakfast, and then came downstairs to pick up people in Zhangnan.

Lin Jie said that his mood is the key factor that directly determines the effect of Zhang Nan's treatment, so when Zhang Nan proposed to go to the botanical garden together on weekends to feel the influence of nature, he did not refuse.

Although working night shifts has become commonplace, but fortunately, the office has all kinds of clothes and personal toiletries, so that Dr. Fu will not be a little embarrassed when he comes to pick him up.

There were two soft "knock knocks", and when Fu Yuzheng opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Nan standing outside the car door, leaning over the car window and looking at him with a smile.

The car door was unlocked, Zhang Nan fastened his seat belt after getting in the car, and said with a smile, "Are you in a hurry?"

"No." Even though he had only slept for less than three hours, his slump and exhaustion seemed to have left no marks on his face at all. Fu Yuzheng shifted gears calmly, and Big G drove into the main road facing the golden morning light.

The location of the Botanical Garden is near the suburbs, and the distance is not too short. There is soothing light music in the carriage, and the rhythm flows softly, enveloping the two of them. Even the breeze blowing in from the slightly lowered car window is like a dancing spirit. Note.

Zhang Nan leaned against one side of the car window with a relaxed expression, and chatted with the people next to him: "It turned out that when we were in school, the sketching teacher often took us to the botanical garden, saying that the inspiration contained in nature is endless, and this kind of body The immersive feeling will give different surprises to the painters."

Fu Yuzheng nodded silently—in that comic, the protagonist Si Zehan did often go to the botanical garden to sketch.

"And now..." Zhang Nan smiled shortly, a beautiful arc was vaguely outlined at the corner of his mouth, but behind the light lines, there was a little bit of undetectable loneliness hidden, "If I go there again, it will be Looking for memories..."

Fu Yuzheng's deep and quiet eyes glanced lightly, and turned back from his face: "Looking for memories?"

"It's not..." Zhang Nan said, "I don't have any memories of painting at that time, including the feeling when I saw those exotic flowers..."

His tone was slightly sour and self-deprecating. Fu Yuzheng paused slightly while holding the steering wheel, and suddenly asked, "Have you watched a TV series?"

"Huh?" Zhang Nan didn't keep up with his brain circuit, he didn't understand why the topic suddenly changed from the botanical garden to the TV series, and said blankly: "What TV series?"

Fu Yuzheng: "..."Deep Love and Rain"."

"..."

Zhang Nan's expression instantly became complicated and unspeakable, just as he said, "Dr. Lu, you have also watched such a classic Chinese drama. It seems that in terms of chasing the hobby of the eight o'clock file, Gaoling Zhihua is different from us ordinary people." There is no difference." Before he could say it, Fu Yuzheng tilted his head slightly, and there was a slight smile in his usually indifferent eyes, and suddenly called out to him——

"... Ke Yun?"

Zhang Nan: "..."

Erhao, is that you?

Do you still remember the dog-tail straw rings in the botanical garden, one for you and one for me?

Zhang Nan turned his head away, clenched his palms into fists and put them against his mouth, laughing earth-shatteringly.

amazing--

The anxiety and sourness that inadvertently lingered in my heart just now seemed to be gently smoothed away by a pair of invisible hands.

When they arrived at the botanical garden, it was exactly nine o'clock, they parked their cars, and entered the garden in parallel.

Coming out of the Tropical Botanical Museum, Zhang Nan stretched his collar to exhale the thin sweat on his back. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the pavilion next to the rockery not far away, and asked, "Doctor Lu, do you want to sit down?"

Fu Yuzheng nodded and said yes, Zhang Nan raised his chin at him and said, "Go ahead first, wait for me."

Fu Yuzheng turned slightly, Zhang Nan had already run away in front of him, Fu Yuzheng stood still, and saw the man pass through a piece of emerald green Milan wall, ran to the water pavilion on the side of Yong Road and stood still, He said something to the staff at the sales outlet, then turned around and looked at his position.

It may be that he was a little surprised to see that Fu Yuzheng was still waiting for him at the same place. A trace of astonishment flashed across his warm brows, and then facing the warm sun at the end of May, he suddenly smiled and shouted to this side: "Doctor Lu ,what do you drink?"

Large swathes of bright sunlight poured down from behind him, and it seemed that even the shadows cast on the Yong Road were warm and soft. Fu Yuzheng was absent-minded for a moment, because after getting along for so long, he discovered that Zhang Nan was actually He is not a very docile and gentle person, and he is even more fortunate to have seen him in front of the nurse's station in the ward. It can be called a "tough" temperament, like a deep mountain green bamboo, although it is stained with crystal clear forest mist and dew, it is always tall and straight.

But at this moment, the sun was just right, and the silhouette not far away almost merged with the warm sun.

Unable to hear Fu Yuzheng's answer, Zhang Nan was silent for two seconds, then asked again: "What are you drinking? Coke, or lemonade?"

Fu Yuzheng came back to his senses suddenly, and had to choose between citric acid and lemon syrup, and finally decided to follow the principle of self-health: "Pure water."

Zhang Nan: "..."

OK.

Health, you are a professional.

The Sijiao Pavilion is located on two sides of the mountain and one side of the water. The wooden black tiles are elegant and elegant. There are copper bells hanging on the corners of the eaves.

Visitors walked by from time to time on the small road outside the pavilion. Zhang Nan and Fu Yuzheng sat on the bench in the pavilion, each holding a bottle of pure water. I haven’t been to the botanical garden, and I feel that it has changed a lot.”

Fu Yuzheng didn't comment, just said: "Really? I don't feel anything, and I didn't come here many times. Counting it, this is the second time."

"Huh?" This botanical garden can also be regarded as one of the local landmark attractions. Zhang Nan raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering: "Not many? This place can be regarded as a pilot unit for local outdoor education. The average child from From elementary school to junior high school, there are eight times a year if you don’t come ten times a year, why do you have quality over quantity?”

Fu Yuzheng smiled meaninglessly, and said, "Maybe because I am a half-imported product, so I didn't have the opportunity to experience the rapid progress of quality education in China before."

In my impression, this seems to be the first time that "Doctor Lu" talked to him about the past related to his life. Zhang Nan was taken aback for a moment, and then asked, "Aren't you... a local?"

"No." Fu Yuzheng said, "I settled in the UK with my parents when I was two years old, and have been living abroad since then. After graduating from university, I went to Russia to continue my studies. I just returned to China half a year ago."

Zhang Nan paused while holding the pure water bottle, his eyes became more and more confused: "Are you... a mixed race?"

"No." Fu Yuzheng smiled shortly. Perhaps because the scenery in front of him was really pleasant, his usually solemn voice was inexplicably tinged with softness. "My parents are both Chinese, and they have close relatives in China."

"Oh..." Zhang Nan let out a long breath, and then he didn't know what to think, turned around slightly, and raised half a bottle of pure water in his hand at Fu Yuzheng, with a sincere smile: "Come, welcome back to the big family of the motherland .”

Such a childish, almost childish behavior made Fu Yuzheng a little stunned. He looked down at the bottle of water in front of him, then chuckled, and gently touched the water bottle in his hand: "Thank you."

Surrounded by the clean and elegant fragrance of plants, the clear breeze like waves spread over the body, and the pure water in the throat was slightly cool, but mixed with the temperature of the sun, slightly warming the heart.