Hold on, you can't bend!

It was past five o'clock in the afternoon when we left the hospital gate, and the sun was still fierce. At this time, Zhang Mowen and Qin Youzhi should both be at work and hadn't arrived home yet. The idler Zhang Nan walked a few steps along the pedestrian street, and found a bench under the shade of a tree to sit down.

I don't want to go home and have nowhere to go, I can't draw and I don't want to take a pen.

After all, he has tried it for the past few days, as long as he stands in front of the drawing board, the shadow that looms on the snow-white drawing will always be the same person.

"Dare to love, this is the bitterness of secret love..." Zhang Nan put his arms on the back of the chair, stretched his two long legs forward, the sun above his head was shining from the gaps in the dense shade of trees, and the dazzling light fell on his eyelids. Zhang Nan closed his eyes and murmured, "Hiss...it's quite hot."

The phone vibrated in his pocket, the caller showed Jiang He, Zhang Nan answered, and lazily said "Hello".

"What do you mean?" Jiang He said in surprise on the phone: "My buddy is cured?"

Zhang Nan asked, "Have you read my Weibo?"

Yesterday he went to a comic club that he signed a contract with, and the new work was stranded indefinitely, and he was in this state again. It was really unreasonable not to have a face-to-face chat with the partner.

Zhang Nan originally intended that the contract be voided, and he offered compensation for failing to deliver the manuscript on time according to the terms of the contract, but the other party did not give up and insisted on extending the delivery date. Zhang Nan had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

But everything is easy to talk about at the publishing house, just for those readers who are still looking forward to new works every day... Zhang Nan finally decided to post a joint official Weibo with the publishing house, and for those fans who really like their works, There is nothing he can’t say and has to hide. After all, he is a cartoonist who relies on inspiration and brushes for a living. Zhang Nan is suffering from exhaustion of inspiration, and the new work is on hold." The official Weibo page appeared on the Internet.

For a while, there was an uproar in the industry, and fans blasted the Internet.

Jiang He babbled on the other end of the phone: "No... I don't understand. Aren't you fine now? Is it necessary to send such an official announcement to make readers feel uncomfortable? How fierce is the competition in the industry now? Different and novel newcomers abound, you..."

Zhang Nan laughed and replied: "I don't know how long this situation can last. What if it doesn't work after a while? And... I really don't feel anything, my mind is messed up, I can't draw it, forget it, love someone. "

Jiang He regretted infinitely: "You..." After a pause, he continued, "Are you free that night, let's meet and have a drink?"

"Apart from going to work and drinking, can you be more positive in your spare time?"

"Hey don't ink, I refused last time when I called you, and I let you off because of your unstable condition at that time, this time you just say you can't come!"

Zhang Nan pinched the center of his brows in agitation, and said after a few seconds, "Address."

"Let's take the 'Yelan' near our publishing house. It's close, so you won't have to wait."

"alright."

Perhaps, going out to relax once in a while, drinking a glass of fruit wine with friends, can really alleviate the emotional imbalance?

Strolling home from the pedestrian street outside the hospital, it happened that Zhang Mowen and Qin Youzhi also came back. When preparing dinner, Zhang Nan took the initiative to help in the kitchen, and Qin Youzhi was quite frightened: "Why did you change your sex after being sick once? It turns out that you were at home When did I see you in the kitchen?"

Zhang Nan put the washed vegetables on the chopping board, skillful with a knife: "So I'm so unfilial? Well, today I'm starting to change my mind and start a new life... No, I'm doing it."

Qin Youzhi slapped him on the back with a tense smile.

The family of three hadn't had such a happy meal for a long time, and Zhang Nan took the initiative to wash the dishes after dinner, and now even Zhang Mowen couldn't help wondering: "It's so abnormal, why are you so red in your heart?"

Zhang Nan's voice came out from the kitchen mixed with the clear sound of water: "Master, father, I will go out in a while, and I have an appointment with Jiang He."

Zhang Mowen: "Are you drinking?"

Zhang Nan: "Ah."

"Didn't they all quit smoking and drinking..." Zhang Mowen disagreed, "You are just a little bit better."

"Look, look." Zhang Nan shook the water drops from his hands after washing the dishes, and said with a smile, "Do you know why I don't want to go home and live, freedom!"

Zhang Mowen was speechless in an instant.

At 45:[-], it was just the right time to go out. Zhang Nan changed his shoes at the entrance, and gave his parents on the sofa a reassurance: "Don't worry, I know my own situation well, don't drink too much, come back early."

After going out, the night breeze was cool, the moon was bright and the clouds were clear. Zhang Nan walked out of the community with his hands in his pockets, and met several neighbors nearby. One of the aunts lived in the next unit. Seeing Zhang Nan, who hadn't shown up for a long time, was very pleasantly surprised. He chatted with him for a long time, and finally asked with a smile if he was staying at Professor Zhang's house during this time, and if he had time, could he teach his preschool grandson to draw cartoons.

At this time, Zhang Nan didn't have the filial piety and self-consciousness of being a son, so he directly dragged the old professor of the Academy of Fine Arts out to block the knife: "You can talk to my father about this matter, he is more professional than me!"

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and slipped away.

The bar we made an appointment with is on the commercial street next to the publishing house. The commercial street faces the river on one side and is adjacent to the central business district. There are riverside willows and urban neon phantoms. It is suitable for movement and quiet, so it has become a pastime for many colleagues place.

It's rare that Jiang He was reliable this time, he didn't let him go, and he didn't make him wait too long. As soon as Zhang Nan entered the door of the "Ye Lan" bar, he greeted from the booth diagonally opposite the door: "Hey, here!"

Zhang Nan walked over in response, and as soon as he sat down, the waiter brought the wine list, Zhang Nan didn't even look at it, and ordered a glass of avocado for himself.

It was hard for Jiang He not to complain about him: "Drinking fruit wine? Why don't you just ask for a bottle of RIO?"

"Then why don't I just go to the supermarket?" Zhang Nan didn't pay attention at all. After ordering the wine, he ordered a sour salad for himself. I can drink."

"It's over, it's over, it's over..." All my friends were heartbroken, "How long have you been with Dr. Fu? You've been fucking assimilated and started to take the health-preserving route."

Zhang Nan sneered and said nothing.

The waiter served the wine very quickly, and together with a small vegetable salad, it was served on the table in a short while.

Ever since Zhang Nan fell ill, Jiang He's identity has been directly reduced from Iron Magnet to "table-sharing drinking buddy". , raised the wine glass and said bitterly: "It stands to reason that you should respect me for the first glass, but I don't care about you for the sake of friendship for many years. Come on buddy, congratulations on getting out of mental delusions and embracing a beautiful life again!"

"Tsk, passive." Zhang Nan poured himself half a glass of stuffed avocado, tilted the glass slightly, and touched him lightly: "Thank you, I am concerned."

"It sounded so real that I was almost moved to tears." Jiang He moved closer and asked in a low voice, "However, in my opinion, the news you released jointly with our publishing house was really unnecessary. This kind of thing... If you don't say it, it's just procrastination, why bother tearing up the wound for outsiders to see?"

Zhang Nan took a sip of the wine, the fragrance of pears permeated between his teeth, no matter how bitter the words were, there was a hint of sweetness when he said them: "What kind of wound is this, to be honest, in our line of work, it's not uncommon for people to run out of inspiration. Something? I'm not alone."

The old god Jianghe is here: "Then don't you take a look, what is the ending of those famous masters after they are exhausted?"

What could be the ending, either after being depressed for a period of time and then making a comeback, or the xinxing is no longer, and then quit the circle and change careers, Zhang Nan said: "It's all okay, it's all within my acceptable range."

"Good guy, rehabilitation is not in vain." Jiang He shook his head and sighed, "Your psychological construction is getting stronger and stronger."

They haven't seen each other for a long time, and they chatted a little bit. Zhang Nan felt the long-lost comfort from such a familiar atmosphere, but just after a moment of relaxation, a human voice suddenly came from behind: "Zhang Nan?"

Zhang Nan turned around, and found a person standing up in the booth behind him, holding a wine glass and walking towards their table. It was a painter in the industry, Wu Qiong, who was well-known in the industry, and the price of a single commercial draft was not cheap. Zhang Nan turned his head under the dim light, and found that the other three people sitting at their table were also very familiar. They seemed to be traveling together, but they were attacking in different directions.

"It's really you." Wu Qiong walked to the table, thin and tall, with red lips and white teeth, under the shadow of the neon ball lights, he pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes became more and more charming, "I said that the voice sounds like it, long time no see."

Everyone has already come over, and it's hard to justify it without saying hello, Zhang Nan raised the wine glass on the table and touched him: "Long time no see."

Wu Qiong sat down next to him familiarly, glanced at the person opposite, and smiled again: "Jiang Bian is also here."

Jiang He nodded, his eyes flicked between the two of them: "It's flattering, I'm just a proofreader, and I can't bear the word 'edit' for Mrs. Wu Qiong."

Zhang Nan lowered his eyebrows and smiled.

Speaking of which, Zhang Nan's sexual orientation is not a secret in the circle. After all, a living, male cartoonist, from the day he became famous, his sexual orientation must have received as much attention as his works, and Zhang Nan has never covered it up. What, instead of letting the outside world speculate, it is better to admit it frankly.

Coincidentally, this Wu Qiong is also a person of the same kind, but only a small group of people in the circle know about this matter. Facing the vast number of fans, the "straight man, rough man, gentle heart" character setting is safe.

Zhang Nan doesn't care about other people's private affairs, especially this kind of issue involving public privacy. He has different ideas and choices. However, what makes him uncomfortable is that during the few encounters with Wu Qiong, the other party has asked Wu Qiong no less than three times. He hinted at expressing affection.

They were all insiders, and they didn't see each other when they looked up. Besides, the other party was afraid of Zhang Nan's status in the industry at the time, so Ming didn't express anything too much. They just sent him two portraits painted by himself and an expensive paintbrush.

Zhang Nan returned all the presents, and attached a note saying "It is difficult to enter a grave if you are not from the same road". He directly said the word "rejection" to death, probably because he could directly push up to the coffin board even if he did not want to show love, Wu Qiong As expected, there was no action afterwards, and as time passed, Zhang Nan became indifferent.

And now-

There was a lot of sound in the bar, and Zhang Nan squinted at the other party's eyes like autumn water, and couldn't help but respond again in his heart.

Just annoying.

The uninvited guest sat down on his own, and the three people in the booth took advantage of silence to drink and stop talking. Wu Qiong came here with his thoughts in mind, and obviously had nothing to say: "I saw your Weibo."

Zhang Nan waved the avocado wine in his hand, and said "oh", neither salty nor weak.

"Is the inspiration exhausted?" Wu Qiong turned to him, with a sharp and sly smile, "Is there any secret that cannot be revealed?"

Zhang Nan frowned, avoiding the breath floating in his ears: "What's the matter, can't you say you still sing?"

Wu Qiong laughed, and said bluntly, "Teacher Zhang, it's not what it used to be, but my temper is still so tough, it's hard to deal with."

Before Zhang Nan opened his mouth, he continued on his own: "However, no matter how difficult it is, I still want to try. Brother Nan, do you want someone?"

Zhang Nan is really fucking angry, is this the so-called "tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs"?The person who only dared to send paintings in the name of "industry communication" to confess his love before, now wants to "fuck" him with brazen words?

"No." Zhang Nan raised his hand and drank the wine in the glass, picked up a mouthful of salad with a small steel fork, and said after swallowing it, "We two fucking collide, we can't do it."

Wu Qiong held the wine glass in a daze, then filled his empty glass again, and asked in disbelief for a moment, "You... I always thought you were the one above."

"It doesn't matter." Zhang Nan was upset, picked up the cup and drank it, exhaled a mouthful of pear-smelling wine, and said: "Anyway, up, down, left, and right are not in line with you."

Wu Qiong reacted for two seconds when he heard the words, put his elbow on Zhang Nan's shoulder, and murmured in his ear, "How will you know if you don't try it? At worst, I will reluctantly do what I can, and cooperate with you. It's okay, I don't think I will suffer."

"It's a pity, I don't like to take advantage of you." Zhang Nan brushed off the arms on his shoulders, drank the last glass of wine in one go, and raised his chin to Jiang He, "The smell of perfume makes my brain hurt, I can't go away ?”

"Let's go!" Jiang He got up together with him, and yelled when he turned out of the booth, "Such a strong female fragrance, I'm not afraid to spray too much."

Wu Qiong: "..."

Out of the bar, the street is full of lights, and the nightlife of this city has just begun.

After going down the steps, Jiang He asked, "It's really bad luck, what's the matter, change to another place?"

Zhang Nan was out of that mood a long time ago. He squeezed the roots of the mountain and felt that his feet were empty. The street lights on both sides of the commercial street formed a swaying light and shadow: "No, go home."

After speaking, he staggered a step.

"Hey, I'll go!" Jiang He quickly supported him with his eyes, "Can fruit wine have the same effect as vodka? What kind of throwback to your drinking capacity is this?"

"Ah..." Zhang Nan didn't think about it, but he was really dizzy after drinking three or four glasses of avocado. It seems that the days without drinking alcohol are really too long, so he said depressedly: "Salad is poisonous." Bar……"

As a result, the toxicity broke out, the things in front of him became more and more swaying, and the undulating sensation under his feet was no less than playing a crazy disco turntable. He took a deep breath, tried to stand still, and patted Jiang He on the shoulder: "Okay, walking in a straight line is even strenuous. Give me a ride if I'm tired."

"It's up to you." Jiang He picked him up and went to the edge of the commercial street to take a taxi.

Drunk suddenly, Zhang Nan only felt hot, but the few taxis passing by were all carrying passengers, Zhang Nan waited impatiently for a while, and couldn't help complaining: "Dare my brother's business is so good now? I should have known I've changed my career to driving a taxi."

While waiting, the phone rang suddenly, Zhang Nan was taken aback by surprise, and almost jumped off Jiang He's shoulder, "Oh fuck, what's the sound!"

"Why do you become deaf after drinking too much?" Jiang He freed one hand, took the phone from his pocket, glanced at the phone screen, put it to his ear after it was connected, "Listen to the call of fatherly love!"

On the phone, Zhang Mowen put away his worry and just asked, "Xiao Nan, when will you be back?"

Zhang Nan was very dizzy, and his words were a little slow: "Horse, get on..."

Sure enough, Zhang Mowen asked again: "I drank too much, what did you say before going out?"

Zhang Nan yelled in dissatisfaction: "I just drank a few glasses of fruit wine! The pear flavor—maybe... I'm allergic to pears?"

"..." On the other end of the phone, the old father suddenly sighed and said, "Send me the location, and I will pick you up."

Zhang Nan was in a trance, especially when he heard the word "receive", his eyes trembled obviously, "Back? Where?"

Zhang Mowen: "Where else can I go back, go home!"

Come back home.

Just two words, but pushed him straight into a blank void.

go home?

where is home?

In the deep sea?

After a long time, Zhang Nan tentatively called out: "Abba, is that you?"

Zhang Mowen on the other end of the phone: "..."

Jiang Xiaohe, human-shaped support frame: "..."

Zhang Nan's drunken eyes were blurred, his flickering pupils formed a line with the neon lights of the street scene, shining brightly, he murmured: "Ji Lu...Ji Chen also said that he would take me home, but--Abba , I can't find him, can you?"

The last sentence was mixed with sadness and panic that couldn't be ignored. The phone was quiet for a second, and Zhang Mowen shouted: "Where are you, I'll be right there!"

Jiang He regained his comprehension from the situation, and when he heard the voice, he hurriedly answered the phone to report the address, hung up, and stumblingly helped Zhang Nan to sit on a bench by the side of the road.

Zhang Nan's legs were so heavy that he could hardly walk, and he was so dizzy that he didn't feel like he was sitting on a bench, but he was on a roller coaster. The night wind was cool, but he still felt hot, his hands and feet were weak and his body was out of control. feeling...

Zhang Nan closed his eyes in despair, knowing that his spiritual power was exhausted, and his soul might return to the bottom of the deep sea.

However, it would be too unwilling to die like this.

He didn't wait for anyone, and he didn't ask the answer he wanted to know the most.

Not long after, Zhang Mowen drove over. Professor Zhang, who was always an elegant gentleman, stepped on the brakes and created a drifting effect. When he got out of the car, he ran up to Zhang Nan, patted the back of his hand, and called softly: "Son! ?”

Zhang Nan hummed and opened his eyes, unable to focus his eyes. After a long time, he murmured, "Abba, why are you here?"

Zhang Mowen: "..."

I checked my eyes, and I did wear it again.

"Let's go, let's go home." Zhang Mowen made a gesture to help him up by the waist, and Jiang He was helping him, but Zhang Nan stubbornly shook off his hands and fell back to the seat: "No, I won't go! I... ...I have to wait for him."

Zhang Mowen asked, "Who are you waiting for?"

Zhang Nan said without hesitation, "Ji Chen."

After a pause, he said in a low voice, "But why hasn't he come, no matter how late...I'm going to die." He raised his eyes, the misty pupils were very pitiful, "Father... uncomfortable."

Zhang Mowen and Jiang He looked at each other, they had no choice but to walk a few steps away and broadcast a phone number.

When the phone was connected, Zhang Mowen got straight to the point: "Doctor Fu, can you come and see Xiao Nan?"

For so many days, this was the first time that Fu Yuzheng heard about Zhang Nan indirectly. He stood in the bedroom, turned off the bedside lamp, and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Zhang Mowen explained clearly in a few words.

In the course of more than ten seconds, Fu Yuzheng had already changed out of his home clothes with one hand, and walked from the bedroom to the entrance.

After a moment of silence, when Zhang Nan left, the last request came to mind clearly. He grabbed the car keys and replied, "I'll be right there."

The author has something to say: Zhang Xiaonan: Hey, are you here?

Fu Xiaozheng: Well, here we come.

Nineteen: This is thick and long, praise me quickly! (kimbo)

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