Hold on, you can't bend!

A short silence spread between the two, Zhang Nan looked directly into Fu Yuzheng's eyes through the light, and said lightly, "What did you just say?"

Fu Yuzheng has a rare moment of hesitation, his home is far away from the community where Zhang Nan lives alone, and he can't express his uneasiness about letting him go alone, but it seems even more inappropriate to propose to send him back in this situation , His eyes flickered for a moment, and he slowly moved away from the dial of the watch, answering the irrelevant question: "Have you taken the medicine at noon?"

The topic changed dramatically, Zhang Nan was stunned: "Huh?"

"Didn't Lin Jie prescribe medicine for you, did you bring it?"

When I went to the hospital last time, Dr. Lin did prescribe the medicine. Zhang Nan felt that he had been forgetful recently, and was instructed by Dr. Lu to take the medicine on time, so he simply took it with him. He took out a portable tablet from his pocket. The medicine box, poured out the amount of medicine prepared in advance, nodded, and said, "Take it here?"

Antipsychotic drugs, Lin Jie confessed frankly when prescribing the doctor’s order that his recent anxiety and unreasonable sense of confusion have pathological causes, because there are some small defects in his mental function area, and he even expressly stated that However, Zhang Nan felt that everything was normal except that he could not recall the specific situation when he saw "Lu Yuxing" for the first time.

Seeing him take out the small white medicine box, Fu Yuzheng turned around and poured a glass of warm water. Zhang Nan poured the pills into his mouth, and before he could catch the water glass, the rim of the glass reached his lips.

There is medicine in his mouth, slightly bitter, unable to speak, he expresses surprise with his eyes.

Fu Yuzheng held up the water glass and said, "Open your mouth."

Zhang Nan nodded slightly, and drank water and took medicine with Fu Yuzheng's hand. The pills slid into his throat mixed with warm water, and when the bitter taste in his mouth dissipated, he exhaled lightly, and whispered, "Thank you."

Fu Yuzheng put the water cup on the coffee table, but Zhang Nan didn't give him time to think about how to speak again. The bottom of the cup touched the solid wood tabletop. After a soft "click", Zhang Nan's voice sounded: "You just Are you asking me if I want to take a nap with you?"

This is not a question, but a statement. Fu Yuzheng was silent for a moment, and said frankly: "There is no such qualification as 'with me'."

"Oh..." Zhang Nan frowned, but asked, "Where do I sleep?"

Fu Yuzheng: "There are guest rooms."

Zhang Nan: "The guest room in your house?"

Fu Yuzheng: "..."

The air once again fell into a non-embarrassing solidification, and neither of them spoke anymore. At this time, the fine dust floating in the surrounding air that could not be detected by the naked eye seemed to be transmitted to the medium of a small electric current, bringing the dark, The dormant, unspoken unspoken voice is amplified infinitely in the heart and then automatically silenced.

After a while, Zhang Nan forcibly suppressed the fluctuations in the center, tried his best to calm down his voice, and asked directly: "Doctor Lu, what do you mean?"

There was no way to escape, so Fu Yuzheng had no choice but to tell the truth: "I don't worry if you go by yourself."

"That's it..." Zhang Nan moved two steps closer to him, until he was in front of him, "But your excessive concern also makes me a little uneasy."

Fu Yuzheng believes that this is the normal range for him as a medical practitioner to take care of a patient. Although he is not his doctor, but at this time, this "professionalism" is interpreted by the other party as "excessive concern" , he didn't want to delve into the nuances between the two, but he blurted out his question: "Why are you uneasy?"

Zhang Nan took another half step closer, and the two of them were very close. He smiled softly and warmly: "It will make me wonder, did I miss something when I confessed my love last time?"

The eyes in front of him were too clear, and Fu Yuzheng was in a daze for a moment: "For example?"

Zhang Nan said, "Your true words."

This kind of care for the benefit of every detail is the gentleness that Dr. Lu has never shown easily to others, but he has seen it, not only that, these quiet care and care are all for him alone.

So, is there any reason for him to question that the confession that ended without a cause that night was actually not just his heartfelt but sloppy ending?

Did someone have the same palpitations but didn't know it, or the aphasia at that time was just some unspeakable acquiescence?

The retro floor clock in the living room strikes the time. The copper pendulum collides with the clock stone, making a crisp and constant hum, indicating that it is one o'clock in the afternoon.

Fu Yuzheng lowered his eyes and recovered after the bell, the anticipation in those eyes in front of him could not be ignored, but he just asked: "Then how can you feel at ease, I—"

The voice will be automatically muted.

The person in front of him took the last step, suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged him.

This isn't the first hug between them.

But compared to Zhang Nan's sudden onset last time, this is a closeness that happened at a reasonable time when both parties were extremely emotionally stable.

Fu Yuzheng lowered his arms, and when he was surprised, his reaction was one step faster than his consciousness, and in the next second, he let go of all the strength in his body.

Zhang Nan was half a head shorter than Fu Yuzheng, but the height difference seemed insignificant at this time. His arms first tightened, and then lightly tightened. Between tightening and loosening, this hug was full of complicated thoughts.

He raised his hand, and patted the back of Fu Yuzheng's heart with his palm, and a warm and smiling voice came from Fu Yuzheng's ear: "It's too easy for me to feel at ease, this will do."

Fu Yuzheng opened his mouth, but the logic of Zhang Nan's thinking was so fast at the moment, he still didn't give him a chance to respond, and said, "But such a simple thing, is it too difficult for you?"

Time slipped by, and Fu Yuzheng realized it later. While the other party was waiting quietly, he suddenly slowly raised his arms to wrap around the person in his arms, making this hug worthy of its name.

"It's okay, it's not as difficult as I imagined."

The people embracing each other seemed to have a short and light laugh. At this moment, Fu Yuzheng suddenly felt a huge sense of panic, like a pebble being stuck in a deep and quiet pool, unable to reach the bottom in a daze, but In such erratic emotions, he keenly captured the obscure but similar "calm" emotion in his heart.

It's so contradictory it's unbelievable.

Fu Yuzheng exhaled slowly, tried to let go of the person in his arms, and asked, "So, do you still want to go home by yourself?"

"Go for it." Zhang Nan took a step back, and before he completely let go of himself, he retreated from his arms first: "Good luck can't be used up all at once, I have to save some money for myself."

After finishing speaking, the end of his eyes suddenly curved slightly, and a smile overflowed from the inner hooked outer eye sockets, and there was a trace of chic color in the clear and handsome, leaving behind a different kind of smiling face, he went straight to the entrance, changed his shoes , and said, "Lu Yuxing, see you tomorrow."

Not the simple "you", not the polite "Doctor Lu".

Although he was still imagining, this was the first time Zhang Nan called his name, Lu Yuxing.

The anti-theft door opened and closed with a sound, and the figure of Zhang Nan leaving was self-evident.

After they left, Fu Yuzheng stood where he was, not moving for a long time.

Zhang Nan came out of Fu Yuzheng's apartment building and took a taxi to the side of the road to go home. The return journey was very long. The street was empty and quiet in the afternoon, only the thick golden sunlight filled every corner of the street. Filled with invisible emotions, almost overflowing from the throat.

The taxi stopped at the gate of his own community, Zhang Nan paid and got off, almost trotting back home, entering the door, he took off his shoes, rushed to the bathroom to take a shower, and then pulled off the black silk bathrobe on the wall Putting it on, a gust of wind blows into the small studio.

It was too late to dry the hair, and the half-wet hair was still covered with water droplets, dripping onto the neckline of the bathrobe, soaking a small piece of darker black, like moist ink, against the white and clean side of Zhang Nan. Face, he stood in front of the drawing board, took a deep breath, restrained his slightly trembling fingertips, and picked up the soft charcoal pencil beside him.

The last time he stood here, he experienced a complete collapse, like a traveler who has been on the way, suddenly walked to the abyss and cliff, looked around, could not see the magnificent wonders of the past, only the fear and helplessness that stopped abruptly, But at this time, he stood on the edge of the cliff again, but it seemed that a pair of wings suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the vague impulse to leap over the chasm of the sky was born again from the bottom of his heart. This feeling was strange but familiar to him. It was when the inspiration returned. A deep trembling.

Holding the charcoal pencil with the thin white fingertips, the pads of the fingers were slightly red due to the force, Zhang Nan lowered his eyes and fixed his eyes, and raised his hand to write the first stroke on the snow-white drawing paper.

The charcoal color spreads thickly, and the black and white pure colors complement each other. He uses the most simple primary colors to paint the shadow in his heart.

Zhang Nan's expression when he was painting was completely different from his usual expression, the wantonness and unruliness completely disappeared, replaced by a rare dignified and quiet, his eyes were fixed, his face was almost expressionless, but the movements of his hands remained the same. After a while, in the quiet afternoon studio, there is only the sound of "rustling" when the pen tip rubs against the drawing paper.

The sunlight outside the window changed from thick to light, and finally disappeared behind the thick and soft clouds. The sun sank to the west, and the orange sunset glow quietly spread across the sky. The manuscript fell from the easel, and the eyebrows and eyes of the man in the painting were soaked in the bright clouds. Zhang Nan finally let go of his sore and numb arms. Yes, pick it up properly and tidy it up carefully.

After more than six hours, the outline of half of the studio was gradually hidden in the dim light of the sky. Zhang Nan was holding a thick stack of drawing paper, unable to support his legs, and sat directly on the floor of the studio.

In the sketch, in the well-decorated and retro-furnished living room, Lu Yuxing's gesture of embracing him is natural and calm.

In another photo, Lu Yuxing is sitting in a four-corner pavilion by the Milan wall of the Botanical Garden, holding a bottle of pure water in his hand, looking into his eyes with a light smile.

Another picture, another picture... Time goes back, like the slow motion of a movie lens, the memory is stretched indefinitely, and each frame is a bit of freehand brushwork during their time together.

It really is like a dream.

The sky was completely dark, but Zhang Nan stared at the drawing papers without blinking.

The dim light was dim, but there was a raging fire in his heart.

Indulging in the gentle eyes like the cold sun in the painting, he was reborn from the sinking.