Hold on, you can't bend!

The night was quiet, and the two figures standing facing each other in the corridor moved. Zhang Nan pulled Fu Yuzheng by the wrist and brought him back to the second bedroom.

Zhang Nan climbed onto the edge of the bed, knelt and sat beside him, trying to explain himself and cook a pot of "late night chicken soup" for him. He patted the back of Fu Yuzheng's hand and said, "Actually, I am the same as you."

Fu Yuzheng's shoulders that had been tense all the time withdrew his strength at this moment, and leaned on the head of the bed consciously: "What's the same?"

"You don't have a good relationship with your father, do you? I just heard it - my mother... doesn't like me too much."

Fu Yuzheng's eyelids twitched, recalling Qin Youzhi's love and care for his stepson since they met, and replied: "I can't tell."

Zhang Nan pursed his lips and smiled with a bit of forced bitterness. In the dead of night, he was willing to expose the old scar in his heart and exchange comfort with his own way: "The one you met before...was not me. biological mother."

Fu Yuzheng wasn't surprised, but he wasn't interested in exploring privacy when the other party's mind was confused, so he said "um" indifferently.

But Zhang Nan seemed to be caught in a long and soft memory, his clear eyes gradually coincided with the dim bedside light, as if he saw a corner of the memory buried deep in his heart through this light and shadow, slowly said : "My grandma... left when I was very young, because she is a mermaid who pursues freedom. She always feels that the world under the sea is too small, and always wants to go to the end of the sea to see a different scenery."

Fu Yuzheng turned his head in his mournful voice.

Zhang Nan said: "I didn't until she left... Hey, how old am I?"

Once compared with Jinxi, the reality and the picture book were mixed, he was in a state of confusion for a while, and he could only slowly pull out a clue from the mess in his mind: "I don't remember the specifics, it's been too long... I just remember, Before she left, she said to me, 'I will come back to see you next spring, Grandma will always love you'."

This is not the plot in the cartoon "Star Ocean", Fu Yuzheng suddenly understood - at this moment, Zhang Nan confused the real past experiences with the cartoon, his eyes flickered, and asked: " and after?"

"In the spring of another year, she didn't come back." Zhang Nan's voice became very soft, "The second year, the third year...she didn't come back, and after that, I won't wait."

There was a little moisture in his eyes, he didn't want to cry, but it made people look sad, bent his mouth, Zhang Nan said helplessly in frustration: "She lied to me."

The person in my memory left on a snowy winter day, but turned the promise of returning when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming into a dream.

It was a chronic illness engraved in Zhang Nan's heart that could not be eradicated after a long period of time.

No one in the room spoke for a long time.

Zhang Nan's thoughts were intermittent, and his eyes were full of confusion and confusion. This memory that confused the past and confused the present made him deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate himself.

Fu Yuzheng looked at him with a dazed expression, and suddenly a soft sentimentality rose in his heart. He understood his confusion and tension, and was about to speak, but was preempted by the other party.

Zhang Nan turned his head, with a clear smile in the corner of his eyes, and said to him: "I just learned a sentence two days ago, called 'the same people who have fallen in the end of the world', does it sound like us?"

"you……"

Zhang Nan pulled one of his wrists again, shook it, and acted childishly: "So don't be sad, I said I will be with you, just like I am sad now and you are with me."

Fu Yuzheng couldn't help being shocked.

At this time, Zhang Nan had an indescribably calm and gentle expression on his face. He had clearly confused himself. Even though his emotions were mixed with the shadow of comics, the sadness in his eyes was so obvious that such real sadness could not be faked. But even so, But still trying to give comfort.

This was something Fu Yuzheng had never seen before.

After a long time, Fu Yuzheng raised his other hand, squeezed the back of his wrist, and said in a low voice, "Okay."

Time passed slowly, and the sleeping medicine finally took effect. Zhang Nan rubbed the corners of his eyes, yawned, and muttered, "I'm sleepy."

"Then sleep."

Fu Yuzheng held his arm and leaned over to make him lie down on the pillow, but he was grabbed the moment he got up.

Zhang Nan blinked and said vaguely: "Is there really no nursery rhymes?"

Fu Yuzheng stood still for two seconds, then lay down beside him.

"Close your eyes."

So Zhang Nan closed his eyelids contentedly.

It was still the same tune, Fu Yuzheng only hummed halfway, and the people beside him were already taking long breaths.

An arm was wrapped in Zhang Nan's arms as a pillow, Fu Yuzheng struggled lightly twice, in exchange for the other party frowning and hugged him even tighter, so he had to give up.

The bedside lamp was still on, and the shadows of the lights gathered on the ceiling to form a halo. Fu Yuzheng looked up, feeling completely sleepless, and wondered if he should also take a piece of zopiclone.

The person who can't sleep at night suddenly becomes himself, it's okay, such a quiet moment is suitable for self-organization.

Fu Yuzheng recounted it from the beginning, connected the two people from their acquaintance to the present, and automatically interpreted it into a large-scale serial drama in his mind. The plot has progressed to the present, and he can only come to one conclusion-this script, no matter how awesome the gold medal screenwriter , dare not write like that.

Having lived to be 28 years old, it is not that he has never faced emotional matters. He grew up in England and then studied on the other side of the ocean. In a more open and inclusive environment abroad, people who have expressed affection for him have naturally had , The opposite sex has had it, and the same sex has had it.

But it really fulfilled the old saying "It's not that it's not time to report that the time has not come". All the good feelings he had before were rejected by him without exception.

The matter of emotion seems to be dispensable to him. The reason is simple. From childhood to adulthood, the emotions he experienced and witnessed did not have a happy ending.

His parents are well-known psychiatrists in the industry, but when he was a child, his mother, who was unable to heal himself, suffered from serious mental illness and was tortured by severe depression for many years. Finally, on a sunny evening, he opened the door after school. On the eve of that day, he swallowed an overdose of sleeping pills and slept forever on the sofa in the living room.

His mother passed away, and his father, who had always been serious and calm, aged ten years overnight. He thought his parents were very affectionate, but a year later, a depressed patient who had recovered under Fu Xueyan's psychotherapy walked into his home.

Auntie has a bookish name and she studies poetry, but he can't accept it. Her arrival broke Fu Yuzheng's inherent cognition of "holding the hand, life and death are boundless".

After all, he was young at that time, and he once questioned Fu Xueyan: "She is your patient, and the psychiatrist and patient cannot develop emotions other than the doctor-patient relationship. If you do this, are you still a qualified doctor?" ?”

But Fu Xueyan replied: "We were together after it was confirmed that she had fully recovered, and in order to make the diagnosis fair and effective, the proof of her recovery was not from me."

Reasonable and well-founded, he was speechless after being refuted, and finally asked: "It's only been a year...you forgot my mother?"

Fu Xueyan said: "I will always love her."

"Love her, forever?" Fu Yuzheng was less than ten years old back then, and couldn't understand the logic of the adult world, but he couldn't hide his sadness and disappointment, "Then you love poetry too? What are you, compensatory psychology ?"

Fu Xueyan was deeply silent.

He was young at the time and couldn't tell the difference between love and hate in the adult world, but from the first day Xi Shi moved to his home and lived with them until now, although it seems that the husband and wife are deeply in love, Fu Xueyan and her have never been inseparable. Officially registering for marriage, which is not important to Fu Yuzheng. Since then, his relationship with his father and this nominal stepmother has also gradually drifted away.

He has never seen any good love, and the feelings of people around him are always fleeting. Flowers bloom and fade, wither and spring, and bloom after tea, and the emotional entanglement of his parents who are closest to his real life makes him frustrated and confused. , As time goes by, I no longer report any expectations about feelings.

And now-

Fu Yuzheng turned his head and looked at Zhang Nan's peaceful and pure sleeping face, feeling a sense of peace in his heart.

The two "comic adventures" with completely different characters and two completely different emotional experiences between the protagonists made him gradually become accustomed to this "world of two people" after a long period of astonishment.

I thought that he himself was forced to get involved in the other party's absurd dream, and accompanied him to complete a hazy and beautiful self-salvation, but unexpectedly, he was soothed by the inadvertent tenderness and innocence in such a bizarre experience. That invisible crack in my heart.

Fu Yuzheng slowly closed his eyes. He was always calm and reserved, but on such a quiet night, he couldn't help asking himself——

Am I really just "treating" him?

Whether it's Lu Yuxing or Ji Chen, all the plots and plots that happened before my eyes and around me really didn't include the slightest subjective factor in me?

Can you really be so suave and aboveboard, and say "just friends" with a clear conscience?

Early the next morning, Zhang Nan stopped Fu Yuzheng just before he left for work, holding the fish food tube that had not been put down after feeding "Xiaoyin", and asked, "Brother, is there any progress on the case?"

Fu Yuzheng stood in the porch changing his shoes, paused when he heard this, and asked back: "It seems that you really want to go home early?"

Zhang Nan nodded without hesitation: "Of course, I miss them very much."

They... naturally said "mermaid family". Fu Yuzheng picked up the car key, opened the door, and replied according to the comic plot before leaving: "The case can almost be closed. After get off work today, I will bring the case back to you." look."

Zhang Nan's eyes lit up immediately.

Fu Yuzheng gave a rare smile and asked, "So happy?"

Zhang Nan nodded, and after a few seconds, he smiled and said, "Then as a gift in return, I'll give you something too."

"What is it?"

"It's not after get off work. What surprises are there in leaking the secret in advance?"

Fu Yuzheng smiled and nodded, "Okay, see you tonight."

"be careful on the road."

After the person left, Zhang Nan put down the fish food in his hand, turned around and went back to the study.

The drawing board at home was brought over by Zhang Mowen together with his daily necessities before. He walked over and lifted the first few pages of snow-white drawing paper on the drawing board, revealing the one with pictures starting from the middle.

One page after another, during this period, he took advantage of his fleeting waking moments and secretly drew them when Fu Yuzheng went out to work.

One after another, the protagonist on the drawing is the same person.

It was "Ji Chen" when he was with the mermaid Lingxing, and it was also Fu Yuzheng who faced him day and night every day.

Zhang Nan opened a blank drawing paper, picked up a charcoal pencil, and drew the scenes that happened last night, as if he was reproducing a good time he stole and treasured.

The brushstrokes are gentle and the lines are clear, and he smiles as he writes.

"I don't know how long such a good day will last."

The author has something to say: Fu Xiaozheng: I want to be steady, I can't mess up, and I can't bend!

Zhang Xiaonan: I want to be calm, I can't panic, I can't fall off the horse!

Nineteen: Act, you two continue to act! (Darkly rubbing and preparing to make a big deal)

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