Hold on, you can't bend!

The distance was too close, within a square inch, Zhang Nan could clearly see Fu Yuzheng's slender eyelashes and the subtle swaying in his eyes.

After a while, he stood up slightly.

It was he who took the initiative to approach, and it was also he who took the initiative to give the distance.

However, before his back was fully leaned against the seat, his wrist was pulled. Zhang Nan looked up in surprise, and saw Fu Yuzheng clasping the hand he had not retracted on the driver's seat, his eyes flickering, After a while, he whispered, "What do you mean?"

What do you mean?

Zhang Nan was held by his hand, and he didn't know how to answer this question for a while.

After soaking in the bone-piercing lake water, Fu Yuzheng's palms were icy cold, and Zhang Nan felt the slight chill in his palms, unable to discern the meaning of his actions.

Behavior is faster than thought, action is faster than consciousness.

Hearing the phrase "If you are not prepared for an accident", hot blood rushed straight into the cranial cavity, and he almost subconsciously wanted to give comfort.

Words were too weak, he could only think of kissing.

At that moment, a thought popped up in his heart quickly and firmly - this person cares about me, probably a lot more than I expected.

Satisfied yet irresistibly greedy.

He wants a truth.

Zhang Nan slowly turned his wrist, but he never let go from his tight grip, his palms were close together, and he and his fingers interlocked.

Fu Yuzheng's eyebrows twitched suddenly.

Zhang Nan's fingers are slender and white. When he holds the pen, he can feel the thin calluses on the pads of the fingers holding the pen, which is the imprint left by long-term painting with the pen.

Zhang Nan passed the temperature of his palm to the opponent's hand, and asked slowly: "Doctor Lu, I am used to being rash and rash, but you are different. You have always been calm and steady. I have known you for so long. I have never I've seen times when you lost your composure or went out of line, but just now, just a second before you jumped off the artificial lake, what were you thinking?"

Fu Yuzheng remained silent - he didn't think about anything, his mind was as blank as it is now.

"You are so rational and self-sufficient, but in the middle of the night and in the cold lake, how dangerous it is, have you never thought about it?"

Zhang Nan's mind was in a mess at this time, but in the messy and entangled state of mind, he was able to find the logical thread that ran through it all. He looked at Fu Yuzheng, firmly but slowly, word by word Said: "Maybe you have thought about all the possibilities I mentioned, but you still jumped down without hesitation, so Doctor Lu, why?"

Before Fu Yuzheng could answer, he said softly, "Because you care."

Fu Yuzheng's heart trembled fiercely, he looked sideways to meet Zhang Nan's warm eyes, and heard him make a closing statement to himself gently but firmly: "You are angry, blame me or yourself, it's all because ...you care."

The high wall built in the center of the heart collapsed in an instant, Zhang Nan analyzed gently and sharply, he couldn't avoid it, there was no way to hide.

Zhang Nan exerted a little force on the hand that he and he held together, and finally repeated the previous question: "You said you were not prepared for an accident with me, so now, redefine our relationship and give me an answer ,are you ready?"

Such a night was too turbulent, falling into the water, panic, loss, and the relief of being reborn after the catastrophe finally swept through the nerves at this moment. Fu Yuzheng was speechless for a long time, and his brain stopped thinking at this moment, as if the person caught in the delusion was not the other , but yourself.

The street lights of the community fell on the two of them through the car window, and he warned himself over and over in his heart: This is not true.

The other party is just indulging in a fantasy self-consciousness.

But rationality and illusion are fighting each other, fighting each other, and he clearly understands that even though the other party is immersed in emotional fantasies, he himself is sober.

So in this situation, what should he do, what can he say?

Is it still just a matter of cooperation?

In fact, he had done this from the very beginning, but when things had developed to this point, was he really only cooperating for "healing"?

Is there some other inexplicable reason that happened quietly at a time when he, or he didn't pay attention?

And what are these dormant, unspoken factors?

what's next?

They are standing one step away from the finish line, do they want to take another step forward?

If this boundary is crossed, how should he or he deal with himself?One day when Zhang Nan regains his senses, looking back, will he also regard today's events as a complete farce?

Although he couldn't guess the reason for the silence of the person in front of him, Zhang Nan knew that he had crossed the line too much tonight, but even so, the loneliness that ended without a cause when he confessed for the first time did not reappear, and he held Fu Yuzheng's hand tightly again. Hand, smiled calmly: "Doctor Lu, if you refuse me again this time, I really have to wonder if you are playing hard to get."

Fu Yuzheng finally gave a voice: "No."

"I think so, after all, this kind of drama is really not in line with your temperament." Zhang Nan said, "Last time I said, if I still have a chance to confess my love again, I definitely won't just let it go."

"you--"

"But this time..." Zhang Nan interrupted him softly, "I can still give you time, but I only wait for you for one night."

Fu Yuzheng looked at him in surprise, with shock in his eyes.

"You don't have an outpatient clinic or surgery tomorrow morning, right?" Zhang Nan slowly let go of his hand, like an ultimatum, and said, "I'll go to you tomorrow and ask for a clear answer."

The corners of Fu Yuzheng's mouth gradually tightened - he understood what he had said.

Regardless of the outcome, for Zhang Nan, this will be the last time.

He likes to be frank and upright, but he will never stalk him, and he will not lower himself into the dust for a man.

As a man, of course Fu Yuzheng can understand the arrogant self-esteem among the same sex.

Zhang Nan put one hand on the car door, and before getting out of the car, he suddenly stretched out a finger, touched Fu Yuzheng's brow lightly, and said goodbye with a smile: "Don't frown, don't forget to go home and take a hot bath, tomorrow— You wait for me, I wait for you."

Will it be a two-way choice?

They are all waiting cautiously for an answer.

However, the next day, he couldn't wait for someone to ask him for a result.

The morning sun broke through the clouds, and the central air conditioner in the room kept the temperature at a comfortable 26 degrees. Zhang Nan opened his eyes in the chaos of half-asleep and half-awake, stretched his hands to the head of the bed in a daze, and fumbled for the remote control of the air conditioner.

There was a layer of wet sweat on his forehead and back, his throat was hoarse and swollen, and his whole body seemed to be roasted on the tip of a fire, but the heat from the inside and outside made him feel cold.

Squinting his eyes and muttering, he couldn't find the remote control, but touched his own mobile phone. Zhang Nan raised his heavy eyelids, found a name in the address book, and dialed the number.

After only two rings, the phone was connected. Zhang Mowen was surprised to receive his call at this time, and asked without knowing it: "Son?"

"Dad..." Zhang Nan was startled by his hoarse and rough voice as soon as he opened his mouth. After a while, he said, "Dad, are you in class? I seem to have a fever..."

Zhang Mowen on the other end of the phone fell into a strange silence when he heard the words.

After a long time, Zhang Mowen tentatively called out: "Xiao Nan?"

Zhang Nan lay on his back on the bed, dizzy, and rolled his eyes weakly at the ceiling: "Professor Zhang, do you have any other sons besides me?"

There was another unusual silence, and just when Zhang Nan began to suspect that Lao Zhang had done something wrong to Boss Qin, the phone suddenly fell into a busy tone and was hung up.

"Hey, I'll go..." Zhang Nan was stunned, "This is really my real father."

From childhood to adulthood, Zhang Nan's health has always been very good. It is rare to show a trace of nostalgia for his father's love when he is sick. He was ruthlessly ignored like this, so the reality of burning hot made him understand-it is more important to ask for others than to ask for yourself. The false paternal love is far less realistic than antipyretics.

Dangyouyou got up from the bed, dragged his lead-filled legs to the living room, dug out the home medicine box and took out the electronic thermometer, Zhang Nan beeped at his forehead, and saw that the temperature was 38 Degree seven.

Damn, I really have a fever.

Fortunately, there were still antipyretics in the medicine cabinet. After looking at the expiration date and dosage, Zhang Nan took two pills with warm water, stood up from the floor with soft legs, and was about to go to the bathroom to wash his face.

Dazed, still pondering, all right, why did he have a fever?

The mirror light in the bathroom was on, and the warm yellow light reflected the slightly pale and sickly face in the wall mirror. Zhang Nan sighed, turned on the faucet, and at the moment when he bent down and lowered his head, his peripheral vision inadvertently swept away, and the whole person was silent. There was an earthquake.

The bathroom was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop, and the sound of "squeaking" water was especially abrupt. The sound of water flowed past the ears and rushed into the brain, making Zhang Nan's cranial cavity buzz.

He didn't dare to blink, and his gaze fell motionlessly on the laundry basket in the corner, as if it was stuck and couldn't be torn off.

Dark gray cotton sweatpants, a solid-color T-shirt, these clothes... are wrinkled and deeply creased, obviously thrown there after soaking in water.

Soak in water——

"Fuck!"

With a "snap", the most tense string in the nerve center suddenly broke, and in a flash, the past reappeared, and a retrospective ghost appeared in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern.

"This fucking..."

Zhang Nan turned his already stiff neck with great difficulty, and with a skeptical gaze, he swung back and forth between the face in the mirror and the laundry basket a few times, and then took a deep breath. Facing the too horrifying reality, he felt My body temperature rose to its peak again, and the scalding heat spread from the soles of my feet to my neck, and then quickly spread and burned on the side of my face.

The memory stays for a moment at every time node, the inspiration is exhausted to go to the doctor, the unreserved expression of goodwill at the first meeting, a bouquet of flowers every morning and countless "love lunches"... Afterwards, the confession, the more There are more and more intersections, getting along with each other in a tacit understanding... what else?

Yes, there was also his impulsiveness of "landlubbing into the water" last night, the man's angry eyebrows and eyes, and the answer he vowed to ask for.

For a long time, Zhang Nan swayed and sat on the floor like a wandering soul. He covered his eyes as if he was exhausted, his heartbeat was disordered, and all his emotions were mixed together, and they all converged into one sentence at this time: "This sickness...it's awesome!" ah……"

It wasn't just the temperature that went up in a straight line, but also the blood pressure—he was sober now, and he remembered everything.