Hold on, you can't bend!

The floor-to-ceiling windows facing the street reflect the neon lights of the whole city, flickering and magnificent, and the lights are interlaced and bright, weaving into a colorful net, covering Zhang Nan's eyes lightly and gently.

He glanced at the time on his phone, it was [-]:[-], and he had been waiting for two hours since he entered the restaurant.

The waiter brought a second jug of warm lemonade, and asked him again to confirm whether he needs to order now. Zhang Nan thanked him and said the same sentence: "Sorry, wait a little longer."

The waiter only regarded him as an infatuated young man who was let go by the girl he liked, and left politely and with interest without much urging.

Zhang Nan raised his hand to hold the cup, and filled the cup in front of him with half a cup of warm water. Just as the kettle was put down, a car stopped on the parking space outside the French window.

The hand that was still holding the handle of the pot tightened instantly. He had sat in this Mercedes-Benz G500 too many times-Fu Yuzheng finally arrived late.

The wind chime at the door jingled, and Fu Yuzheng pushed the door open in the greeting of "Welcome" from the welcome waiter.

Black trousers, a black shirt with a stand-up collar of the same color, the cuff buttons are unbuttoned, and the cuffs are rolled up to the top of the wrist at random. The silver-gray Vacheron Constantin on the wrist reflects a cluster of cool brilliance under the light of the overhead light.

Zhang Nan watched Fu Yuzheng approach, stood up from his seat, and silently pulled the cuff of his left hand.

It’s a coincidence that Vacheron Constantin’s watches are of the same brand and the same series today.

Restraining and suppressing the sudden tension, Zhang Nan smiled when the other party stopped: "Good evening, Doctor Fu."

"Sorry, it's too late." Fu Yuzheng nodded at him and asked, "How long have you been waiting?"

Zhang Nan replied, "Two hours, nothing. I knew you were busy, but I never thought you would arrive early."

Fu Yuzheng was stunned for a second when he heard the words, and then the waiter came to move the chair for him, and then he came back to his senses, said "Thank you", and sat down.

This is the first time they face each other in their truest identities when they are both sober and sane.

——It is indeed different.

If it was placed before, no matter whether he asked this intentionally or unintentionally, "Si Zehan" would definitely smile indifferently, and vaguely say "soon soon" or "you can come if you can", and it will never be like this time General Nan, said without hesitation, "I have indeed been waiting for you for a long time."

The waiter who delivered the water just now delivered the menu at the right time, Zhang Nan turned it in a different direction, pushed it in front of Fu Yuzheng, and said, "Come on, I will do as I please."

Zhang Nan said that he was inviting him to dinner to show his gratitude, so Fu Yuzheng didn't want to be too polite with him, and after ordering his own meal first, he pushed the menu to the opposite side and said softly: "What do you eat? . "

Zhang Nan took the menu, closed it and returned it to the waiter, saying, "Same as this gentleman."

The rest of the customers in the restaurant were at a distance from them. After the waiter left to place an order, the surroundings of the two became quiet again.

The soothing music came, Zhang Nan listened to it distractedly, and suddenly smiled: "This restaurant has a good style, but the aesthetics are too lacking in innovation."

Fu Yuzheng calmly discerned, and then smiled unconsciously: "Revisiting the old place, it is an old friend, playing an old song is also a good occasion."

——What a coincidence, it turned out to be the piano song that was played in the shop when they first came.

"What's the matter, are you afraid of our embarrassment?" Zhang Nan joked casually, "It's a good intention."

"I'm okay." Fu Yuzheng glanced at him, and asked indifferently, "How are you?"

Zhang Nan: "..."

Why should I rush to dig a hole for myself and jump into it in a panic?

If I wasn't embarrassed or nervous, would I be so brain-twitching?

Can't save it, let's bury it.

Zhang Nan picked up the water glass and took a sip of the lemonade, his eyes automatically drifted away, Fu Yuzheng understood, lowered his eyelashes and stopped asking.

After a while, the waiter came to serve the food with a dining cart, and the piano music was finally changed to a brisk melody, which made people feel a little more comfortable.

At this time, whether they were waiting for someone or working overtime, the two big men were already hungry. Fortunately, the food in this restaurant tasted really good, and their aggrieved taste buds and empty stomachs were temporarily relieved.

They are definitely not strangers to each other, but it is the first time that they sit facing each other like this, quietly as if they can only see the food on their own plates, and eat a meal without saying a word.

It would be too stupid and deliberate to concentrate on eating and not talking. When Zhang Nan was trying his best to figure out a suitable opening sentence, Fu Yuzheng first broke the silence: "Have you been to the hospital today?"

Zhang Nan gave a "hmm" and said, "I've been there."

"What did Jie Lin say?"

Although the same passage has been repeated many times, it might be a good choice to be a repeater right now, so Zhang Nan recited that passage verbatim for the third time so far.

After Fu Yuzheng listened quietly, he wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin and said, "This is the safest treatment plan at present, please follow the doctor's advice."

Zhang Nan was suddenly curious, put down the knife and fork, and asked, "Aren't you a neurosurgery doctor, and the psychiatry department also understands it?"

Fu Yuzheng's hand that was going to take the cup paused slightly, his fingertips touched the wall of the cup, and then replied lightly: "Medical medicine is similar, but what I know is only superficial, not professional."

Zhang Nan nodded, and said sincerely after two seconds: "It's been too hard for you to be doctors."

Fu Yuzheng: "It's okay if you get used to it."

Zhang Nan's curiosity flared up, and he couldn't help asking: "How did you think of becoming a doctor in the first place? Day and night, all you are exposed to is the pain and end of life. If you don't have a strong psychological quality, you really can't handle it."

Fu Yuzheng raised his eyelids and replied to him with the same question: "Then why did you think of becoming a cartoonist in the first place? The day and night are reversed, and the paintings under the pen are full of illusory happiness and sweetness. Compared with real life and the works under the pen, there is no strong psychological construction. Can't stand it the same way?"

"Who says it's not?" Zhang Nan laughed "puchi", shook his head and laughed at himself: "I'm not mentally too fragile, I can't stand it, so I split up!"

Fu Yuzheng raised his eyebrows lightly, paused for two seconds, and couldn't help but also smiled.

"Actually, this belongs to my family lineage." After laughing, Zhang Nan said solemnly: "My grandfather is a great calligrapher, and my father is a painter of Chinese paintings. When it comes to me, Chinese and Western are combined."

"Very good, a family of artists." Fu Yuzheng pondered for a while, and suddenly he said softly, "I am similar."

"Ok?"

"My parents are both doctors, which can be regarded as family influence, so I didn't have any special ideals since I was a child. It seems that becoming a doctor is a matter of course."

"...It's such a coincidence, how dare we both belong to the inheritance family?" Zhang Nan blinked his eyes, and said deliberately: "But I'm still more free-wheeling, but you..."

He hesitated to speak, but Fu Yuzheng was aroused a little interest: "What about me?"

"I thought that a person with your personality must have been determined to be the guardian angel of life since childhood, so he chose to be a doctor. It turns out that he was forced to carry the inheritance of his ancestors..."

Fu Yuzheng felt a little interesting, and then asked: "What kind of personality is like me?"

Zhang Nan did not hesitate: "Calm and powerful, rational and decisive."

"You..." Fu Yuzheng laughed and said, "As expected of an artist, what kind of words are you talking about?"

"I'll praise your words." Zhang Nan picked up the water glass on the side, and raised his hand at him: "Come on, Doctor Fu, I've been eating for a long time, it's time for a drink."

He has to admit that tonight, he has seen too many places in Zhang Nan that are completely different from before. After waking up, this person reveals a heartiness that cannot be concealed in his gentleness, like the unruly and chic engraved behind the gentleness. Yuzheng was stunned for only a second, then he took the cup politely and asked, "Say something?"

Zhang Nan restrained his smile, took a deep breath, and suddenly said seriously, "Thank you."

Fu Yuzheng leaned forward, touched him lightly and separated: "You're welcome."

They are all straightforward people, his thanks are sincere and sincere, and he is not in vain.

This can be regarded as a formal thank you, and the unfinished words of thousands of words are all contained in this touch of replacing wine with water.

Existence is reasonable. I have to say that although the "wine table culture" has been criticized by people, it can indeed exert some extraordinary and unexpected effects at certain moments. For example, now-although the "drinks" are light, but after drinking After this cup, the awkwardness and bluntness that floated between the two of them just now had indeed been diluted a lot by the invisible blur.

The atmosphere was inexplicably loose, Zhang Nan continued the topic just now: "By the way, what kind of doctors are your parents?"

Fu Yuzheng said calmly: "Psychology."

Zhang Nan: "Pfft——"

A sip of water was in his mouth, and he almost gushed out in a huge shock. At this moment, he stared at Fu Yuzheng in a daze, the warm water suddenly became hot, and he spit it out or swallowed it for a while.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Fu Yuzheng pulled a piece of table paper and handed it over, with a smile in his quiet and deep eyes: "Are you being hit on the wrong side?"

Zhang Nan hesitated for a while, the saliva finally flowed into the stomach along the back of his heart twisted and twisted, and he said in shock: "No wonder you are so handy in cooperating with the treatment, so you are an expert!"

"I don't have any." Fu Yuzheng said, "I only know some basic theoretical knowledge of this medical department. If there is more, I don't know anything about it."

"Why?" Zhang Nan became curious again, "It stands to reason that your parents...why did you focus on neurosurgery?"

Unexpectedly, after asking this question, the person opposite fell into a sudden silence.

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and Zhang Nan felt that he had made a slip of the tongue. He probably asked something that shouldn't be asked. Just as he was about to seamlessly change the subject, Fu Yuzheng, the clinker, suddenly replied: "Because of the inherent resistance—my mother... Physicians cannot heal themselves, and committed suicide when I was a teenager due to severe depression."

Zhang Nan's heart sank severely, and after a while, he said, "I'm sorry, I..."

"It's okay, it's been a long time."

Zhang Nan pursed his lips, suddenly not knowing how to continue.

This kind of thing is the pain engraved in the bones, the irreparable hatred of the youth, and it may not be able to make up for and heal itself after exhausting the whole life. We can only wait for the wound to collapse and crack again and again, after countless times of blood and blood, and then grow new ones. scabs, to cover the sores with peace.

His understanding of Yuzheng is only at the character level, and he knows nothing about his life experience behind him, and now——

He had such a childhood experience that can be called "tragedy", but for such a long period of time in the past, he has always cooperated with him, a "mentally ill patient", to treat and act... In the countless times the two were alone What kind of mood will he be in at that moment?Have you ever been overwhelmed by the scene and lost your soul?

But from the beginning to the end, he didn't show more than half of the abnormality.

At this moment, Zhang Nan couldn't express how he felt in his heart.

Fu Yuzheng is not a sad character, especially when facing a special chat partner like Zhang Nan, it can be said that no matter how relaxed the atmosphere is, to some extent, he always pays attention to the other party's emotional changes, and feels that he is calm and lost , Fu Yuzheng ended the topic in a timely manner, and even talked about his family to outsiders for the first time: "However, from a certain point of view, we are indeed a coincidence."

Zhang Nan tried his best to pull out a smile: "I don't believe it unless you explain it in detail."

Fu Yuzheng frowned, and said, "My stepmother is also an artist."

"..." Zhang Nan's eyes widened in an instant, and he reacted for a long time. After the surprise on the brows and eyes slowly dissipated, he was finally covered by a light smile——he raised his glass to the opposite person again.

Fu Yuzheng understood it, and asked him with a cup: "What is it for this time?"

Zhang Nan said solemnly: "Who said that the sorrows and joys of human beings are different-each has its own happiness in order to reorganize the family!"

Fu Yuzheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and clinked glasses with him firmly.

The waiter politely interrupted, and brought the dessert after the meal. Fu Yuzheng glanced at the mousse cake in front of him, without moving the spoon, leaned back on the back of the chair, and watched Zhang Nan dig a small mouthful of chocolate sweet layer into his mouth , said: "Occasionally eating a little sweet can help you relax."

Zhang Nan nodded and said, "Indeed, but the calories are too high, which is too unfriendly to the abdominal muscles."

"Let's save the matter of keeping fit until after the complete recovery." Fu Yuzheng said, "The most important thing right now is to maintain a good state."

The fruit pulp interlayer is indeed too sweet, Zhang Nan put down the spoon after only two mouthfuls, his slightly upturned eyes curled up, waved his hand indifferently, and said with a smile: "It's really unnecessary to be so cautious—just... People in the art circle, eight out of ten, are depressed, and if there is no psychological problem, I would be ashamed to say that I dedicated myself to art."

Fu Yuzheng silently sighed in his heart——

You are wrong artist, you are sick, it was me who almost died.

This dinner was a pleasant one. After eating, Zhang Nan went to the bar to pay the bill. Since Fu Yuzheng had long been known as a teacher, Fu Yuzheng did not argue with him for the order. After paying the bill, the two of them left the restaurant together.

This meal lasted from eight o'clock to ten o'clock. In the dead of night, the whole city was shrouded in quiet and gorgeous glimpses. There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and the traffic on the main road had its own direction and way back.

Zhang Nan didn't drive tonight, but at this moment he said to Yuzheng: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Fu Yuzheng unlocked the big G, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "It's too much trouble, why don't you take a taxi after seeing me off?"

"That's right." Zhang Nan opened the car door, sat in the co-pilot familiarly and naturally, fastened his seat belt, and said with a smile, "Hurry up, I'll send the Buddha to the West."

Fu Yuzheng started the engine, half puzzled and half amused: "I have a question."

"Hey?" Zhang Nan said, "Ask, Teacher Zhang will explain it to you."

The car slowly drove into the lane and merged into the traffic flow. Fu Yuzheng said steadily: "As for the comics you drew, you also wrote the script of the story?"

"Of course." Talking about his major, Zhang Nan's tone carried a trace of imperceptible pride, "From the character design to the outline of the story, to the script, the storyboard script, and finally the pen and paper, it's all my work alone. Original."

"Yeah." Fu Yuzheng nodded, and then expressed his doubts, "Then your level of idioms...is it not easy to set up lines?"

Zhang Nan: "..."

It's not easy for you to take such a big turn in order to hurt me!

There was no music in the car, only the occasional conversation between the two of them reverberated. When passing by Jingyuan halfway, Zhang Nan couldn't help but recall the magical "Night Tour on the Artificial Lake" that night. Live to laugh out loud.

Fu Yuzheng looked ahead and asked casually, "What are you laughing at?"

Zhang Nan said, "Actually, there is something that I should thank you for."

Fu Yuzheng cast his gaze through the car window to the sparkling lake not far away, and after realizing it, he laughed and said: "The other day you said that you were a 'white strip in the waves', I really believed it."

"Then I'm really sorry for you." Zhang Nan couldn't stop laughing when he thought of himself and Fu Yuzheng's "drenched chicken" look that night, "I really don't know how to swim, what about the college swimming team?" It's completely fabricated, but... there was a place for me in the chorus back then."

The idiom competition started again... Fu Yuzheng endured it, but was a little surprised by the identity of the other party's former chorus member: "Chorus? Then you are really a natural artist, with both singing and painting?"

After thinking about it, I asked again: "When I was in the chorus, what part did you sing?"

"That's the key!" Zhang Nan said: "The front desk commander."

Fu Yuzheng: "..."

That's really, really important.

This night, they were like old friends who were still in the same place. They talked about their illness and life. Zhang Nan was a talkative person, and the scale of the chat was quite appropriate, neither abrupt nor sharp. Even if Fu Yuzheng didn't talk much, I can also feel the comfort brought by communication, chatting with Zhang Nan—or becoming friends, chatting is indeed a relaxing thing.

However, at the same time, the two of them are also secretly grasping the sense of emptiness in their minds - they talk about everything, but no one talks about the days before.

——That period of facing each other almost day and night, mixed with inexplicable emotions, and difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Is it because the "protagonist" has suddenly awakened self-awareness, so there is no need to mention it again, or is it deliberately avoided?

The night breeze was slightly cool, blowing away the hustle and bustle of the day, the car parked downstairs of Fu Yuzheng, Zhang Nan naturally reacted normally, raised his eyes to look at the location of a certain window in the residential apartment building.

It's time to really say goodbye.

Zhang Nan unbuckled his seat belt, suppressed the waves in his heart that were suddenly blown by the night wind, and said one last time: "Doctor Fu, during this period... I really trouble you."

Fu Yuzheng moved his fingertips lightly, and said in a flat voice, "I've said thank you several times, is there anything new?"

Zhang Nan turned his head slowly, and smiled at him under the misty and veil-like shadow of the street lights in the neighborhood. The smile had a special meaning, like a little bit of self-mockery mixed with helplessness. After laughing, he fell silent down.

This kind of quietness was in contrast to the previous conversation. Fu Yuzheng had an inexplicable premonition that the other party might have something earth-shattering to say next.

Sure enough, Zhang Nan remained silent for a while, and finally couldn't restrain the waves that had been surging in his heart for several days, and suddenly asked: "That night, that...did I...kiss you?"

He was so straightforward, telling the key details that the two of them had been tacitly avoiding and ignoring in person, Fu Yuzheng was surprised for a moment.

Zhang Nan suddenly became anxious amidst the subtle changes in his expression.

After a few seconds, Fu Yuzheng spoke, but his voice was still steady without any trace of emotion. He just said: "It's okay, the plot needs it."

The needs of the plot, the setting of the script - this seems to be the most satisfactory explanation.

Zhang Nan thought, is it possible that you really only think of yourself as an extra, and what you have to do is to cooperate with him as the leading actor to "go through the plot"?

Now the end of the story is caught off guard. After waking up from the dream, he loses consciousness for a long time, and even inadvertently sinks into it. Is it really only him?

Zhang Nan's heart was filled with mixed feelings, he couldn't tell whether it was a little regret or inexplicable unwillingness, his mind became hot, and he blurted out and asked: "Just... I caused you so much trouble before, you, your girlfriend... don't mind Bar?"

After saying this, the person who had always had a cold temperament but this night he was able to talk and laugh with ease, finally turned his head slowly, and immediately, that quiet and far-reaching gaze fell on the center of his eyebrows.

It's over-

Zhang Nan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately regretted the words, but he couldn't take it back, he asked all the questions, and it was too late to bite his tongue and kill himself, so he had to bite the bullet and meet the deep eyes.

One second, two seconds, when Zhang Nan silently counted to five in his heart, Fu Yuzheng finally spoke, calmly said——

"When did you become blind?"

Zhang Nan was taken aback: "Huh?"

Fu Yuzheng: "Two and a half months, more than 70 days, except for a few female patients in my ward, the nurses in the nurse's station, and Dr. Wang in our department—do you see any other women around me? Girlfriend? Can you draw one for me?"

Fu Yuzheng's eyes were deep, and Zhang Nan was holding the plug of the seat belt, and he was dumbfounded.

"Oh..." He was bewildered, he was relieved after being stunned, but he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay... If you really need it, and there is no suitable candidate... then what, I will draw one Yes, no, no trouble..."

Fu Yuzheng responded with a chuckle.

Zhang Nan responded vaguely, but suddenly there was another round of turmoil in his heart-the topic they avoided for a long time, was finally pointed out by him like this, but Fu Yuzheng's reaction was not what he expected.

He thought that the other party would resist, even with an unbearable disgust, but unexpectedly, he was calm and indifferent, as calm as if nothing had happened.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the carriage became a little strange, Zhang Nan almost forgot that this is the best time to say goodbye, and at the moment he was stunned, he heard Fu Yuzheng say softly: "Since you started, I have a question too. "

Zhang Nan lowered his eyelashes unconsciously: "You say."

"..." The other party seemed to hesitate for a moment, then sighed and said, "Forget it."

"Huh?" Zhang Nan raised his eyes from the center console, puzzled and said, "Forget it anyway, please hurry up if you want to ask anything, I... There is nothing I can't tell you."

After all, he has been at such close quarters for such a long time, and even asked the question of "girlfriend" just now, and the other party is frank, what else can he not know?

Fu Yuzheng: "You—"

"Yes."

Strange to say, Fu Yuzheng only uttered one word, and the moment he hesitated a little, Zhang Nan suddenly felt blessed, and almost immediately realized what he wanted to ask.

It does involve personal privacy, but to Zhang Nan, this matter is no longer a secret. He breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Fu Yuzheng with clear and open eyes: "I really like the same sex."

The corners of Fu Yuzheng's mouth pursed slightly, the answer was not unexpected, but at this moment he felt a sense of overstepping his limits, so he pondered for a moment, and said softly: "Very good, art comes from life. "

No wonder whether it is the comics he wrote or the details of getting along with each other during this period, they are so real. This is probably the so-called sense of real substitution.

After saying this, the two fell silent again.

So, would you mind?Does it feel awkward and uncomfortable to "play" with a man who only has feelings for the same sex for such a long time?

Zhang Nan really wanted to ask another question, but after thinking about it, he felt that he didn't seem to have the position to investigate further—it was Ye Feiye, after tonight, it had nothing to do with him.

In that case, say goodbye.

Zhang Nan took a deep breath, then suddenly stretched out a hand to Yu Zheng, with a slack smile on his face again, and said, "Then, before goodbye, let's get to know each other again?"

Fu Yuzheng's eyes flicked over the slender white palm beside him, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Zhang Nan smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Zhang Nan, a cartoonist. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Fu Yuzheng's expression suddenly relaxed, and he also stretched out a hand, which was close to his palm and held warmly: "Hello, I'm Fu Yuzheng, a neurosurgeon. It's a surprise to meet you—"

Zhang Nan blinked his eyes.

"—and very happy."

"So we're really friends now?"

"Calculate."

Everything in the past has become a reminiscence, whether it is the ambiguity that once lingered, or the comfort mixed in the little company, it was all taken away by the word "friend" at this time, sealed and locked, and never touched again.

Zhang Nan couldn't tell what he felt at this moment, he was relieved, and he also felt absurd and resigned, but he didn't want to get to the bottom of it, so he had the right to give himself a breathing space.

It was late at night, and everything that should be said had been said. The two leading actors worked hard and finally brought this unresolved drama to an end. Therefore, it was really time to say goodbye.

Finally, before getting off the car, Zhang Nan suddenly asked: "Since we are friends, will we still keep in touch in the future?"

Fu Yuzheng looked at the thin figure in front of the car door, but did not answer.

Maybe, but who knows for sure, after all, they just met by chance, and their backgrounds in life, work and communication are two completely unrelated worlds, and now it seems that there seems to be no reason for a deep friendship.

Zhang Nan frowned slightly, and tentatively asked: "There is a comic exhibition at the convention and exhibition center on Saturday, are you... interested?"

"Don't bother." Fu Yuzheng finally responded, "I'm going on a business trip on Saturday, and the time is not suitable for free medical consultation."

This is the first time he has expressed his refusal while he is sober.

Zhang Nan was stunned for a second, then smiled knowingly, and said, "Okay, then—goodbye, Doctor Fu."

Fu Yuzheng also got out of the car, stood two steps away from him, nodded and said, "Goodbye."

Fu Yuzheng walked towards the door of the apartment unit, the tall and straight figure quickly disappeared into the thick night, Zhang Nan watched the sensor light at the elevator entrance inside the unit door turn from dark to bright, Fu Yuzheng disappeared behind the elevator door, At last it was dark again.

He regained his senses and turned around, followed the path he came from, and walked into the depths of the neon.

Looking out from the high-rise on the 26th floor, the lights of the whole city complement each other continuously, and the ten feet of soft red are surging, like a sea of ​​stars projected in the eyes.

Fu Yuzheng came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He was wearing cotton pajama pants, and the bath towel was casually draped over his shoulders. Unwiped water droplets hung on his smooth and well-proportioned back. While picking up his jacket and putting it on, he only fastened the middle two buttons—how comfortable it is to be alone late at night.

The hour hand of the alarm clock on the bedside table pointed to eleven o'clock. After a tiring day's work, he should rest as soon as possible, and there will be a big ward round tomorrow morning. However, he is not sleepy at this time.

After turning off the overhead light and turning on the bedside table lamp, Fu Yuzheng laid himself flat on his back on the bed, suddenly laughing at himself.

No matter how calm the situation looks on the surface, he is a layman after all, love, hate, hatred, ignorance, these so-called most complicated human worldly emotions, he can't escape or get rid of them.

From acquaintance to familiarity, and later even becoming a "accompanying" day, more than two months seemed like a dream, but it came to an abrupt end tonight. It would be a lie to say that it is not in a daze.

Throughout the night, he and Zhang Nan got along very well, and even had a good conversation, but the melancholy hidden behind the relaxation and joy, even if no one mentioned it, the two of them knew it well.

However, always leaving room for others and being considerate to each other is a well-known way for adults in social interactions.

Just like them, they all knew that they might not be in touch again, but they still said "goodbye" decently.

Fu Yuzheng has never been involved in useless social interactions. In his opinion, low-quality interpersonal communication is not as good as high-quality self-dissolution, so he is used to walking alone, but Zhang Nan did break in suddenly, with impulsiveness and recklessness, breaking An accident of his principled and regular life.

At this time, it was lonely in the middle of the night, and he was finally able to sort himself out calmly.

It has to be said that in the past two months or so, he has concentrated on emotions that rarely appeared on him in the past-surprise, shock, and even a touch that cannot be ignored.

But now, everything is calm.

I can't sleep, so I don't force myself.Fu Yuzheng sighed, got up from the bed, and reached for a book from the bedside table beside him.

——"Star Ocean", also written by Zhang Nan, depicts the encounter between a human lawyer and a mermaid boy, love-hate entanglement.

The protagonist of the manga, Gong, is a human lawyer, Ji Chen, who happens to be involved in a public interest litigation case about marine ecological protection. During the investigation and evidence collection phase of the case, he accidentally discovers the "mermaid elves", a race that only exists in fairy tales. They have lived in the deep sea for generations. In the corner of the world, he lived a peaceful life without fighting with the world and with a clear distinction between the human world, and Ling Xing, a young man of the mermaid clan, was also the protagonist of this comic.

In the subsequent development of the story, Ling Xing and Ji Chen, one in order to return to the tribe who had to migrate due to ocean pollution, and the other actively worked to win this marine ecological protection case.

They arrived at the same destination by different routes. Ling Xing helped Ji Chen collect evidence hidden in the deep sea, and Ji Chen helped Ling Xing reunite with his tribe as soon as possible.

Obviously two worlds exist in parallel, and it is obviously an encounter so fantastical that it is unbelievable, but love and affection happen quietly.

At the end of the story, due to being away from the sea for a long time and losing the blessing of the God of the Sea, Ling Xing's spiritual power was exhausted. On the night when Ji Chen won the public interest lawsuit, at the moment before he was about to send him back to the sea, Ling Xing was in his arms. , closed those clear blue eyes.

The story of the comic is not long, and the plot setting is relatively simple. However, when Zhang Nan drew this work, his brushstrokes were incredibly gentle. Fresh and moist.

This book was actually bought by Fu Yuzheng online after he agreed to cooperate with the treatment. Not only this book, but also the book "When I First Met, I Love You" that he personally practiced just now, and the latest book by Zhang Nan. The first comic work "Last Dream", although it is now the era of electronic reading, but Fu Yuzheng always believes that the experience of paper reading is irreplaceable, for example at this time——

Flipping through the book with his fingertips, and his eyes flicking over the plot of a chapter, he seems to be able to feel the tranquility and violence of the ocean in the story.

Meeting by chance, but unable to love, the protagonist in the story interprets the meaning of staying together in another way.

Wonderful character setting, surreal feelings, this comic set off a wave of market frenzy at the beginning of its serialization, attracting many book fans to stay up all night and wait for updates, but they never get tired of it. In addition to the thrilling "fairy love" depicted in the book, There is another important reason - the purity and desire are vividly expressed in the paintings.

In the dead of night, the bedroom lights of the apartment on the 26th floor were soft. Fu Yuzheng closed the pages of the book and went to the water dispenser outside to pour a glass of ice water.

In addition to once again lamenting Zhang Nan's aura and talent as a cartoonist, he has to admit that - to some extent, he is also bold enough.

Three consecutive episodes of passion, passion, lingering, lingering, this naked, naked mermaid, doesn't even hit a yard?

How did this book get published?

Fu Yuzheng returned to the room with doubts, and turned the book to the title page of the publication information——

Okay, I'm out of shape——

overseas publishers.

Fu Yuzheng burst into laughter, put the book back on the bedside table, and finally extinguished the last gleam of the desk lamp.

Two days later, on Friday night, he boarded a flight to other provinces and started a two-day free medical aid trip.

In the past few days, Zhang Nan's condition has been maintained in good condition. When communicating with Lin Jie, the other party gave him a suggestion to start the second stage of treatment in view of his current stability, and Zhang Nan readily accepted it.

This time, his parents accompanied him to the psychological rehabilitation. He was considerate of the affection of his elders, and it was rare that he did not refuse.

After leaving the hospital, Zhang Mowen was going back to the Academy of Fine Arts to prepare for the afternoon sketching class, and Qin Youzhi was also going to the gallery to talk about a bidding auction, so they split into three groups at the gate of Qinghai Hospital, each busy in his own way.

Back home, sitting on the artistically decorated sofa in the living room, it was like reappearing the scene of the past few days, and it was another afternoon of doing nothing.

Zhang Nan bored through the latest magazines. Inspired by the colorful colors, his mind turned and he decided to give himself another chance to try.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and pushed open the studio door.

Standing in front of the drawing board again, with a snow-white sketch in front of him and various types of brushes in hand, he frowned deeply.

In fact, the period of his illness is also a continuation of treatment. Whether it is for his illness or his inspiration that has been exhausted, the recovery of the drug coordination system is not without improvement, at least now. Facing the painting tools, he didn't feel nothing at all.

The chaotic plot trend lingers in my mind, and I can always see some unclear and hazy shadows of characters, but I can't actually write.

All the images in his mind disappeared one second before the tip of the pen touched the paper, leaving him with only a vague silhouette.

Zhang Nan put down his pencil and sighed heavily.

That figure was somewhat familiar.

After all, during the time when he was in a state of confusion, he had traced countless times, filling each piece of drawing paper.

It's Fu Yuzheng.

Habits are really a terrible thing, especially after the habit becomes natural, to get rid of the routine that has become a habit, you must first go through a withdrawal trial.

Then take your time, can you still be addicted?

On Sunday night, Zhang Nan was called back to his parents' house for dinner. Professor Zhang specially asked Jiang He to be invited.