Hold on, you can't bend!

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Nan was woken up by the sound of "hey ha" from the uncles and aunts who were doing morning exercises downstairs. His temples were swollen and his throat was burning and dry. He frowned and took the phone from the pillow, glanced at it, and it was eight o'clock. Fifty.

His eyelids are heavy, and he opened them bit by bit, and all he sees are familiar decorations, which is his bedroom at his parents' house.

He was still wearing the clothes from last night, having slept most of the night, wrinkled like dry pickles, he rubbed his temples and got up, and glanced at the dark jacket beside the bed.

Rewinding the events of last night in his mind, Zhang Nan remained silent for half a minute, then bent down to pick up the dress, and took it to the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a hot bath, the sore muscles slowly relaxed, Zhang Nan wrapped a bathrobe around his body, then took out a basin from the locker under the sink, put the wet and salty sea breeze on the basin The coat is hand washed.

He went out with his coat in his hand and wanted to hang it on the balcony, but just as he reached the stairs on the second floor, a voice came from the living room downstairs: "Are you up?"

"Hey, I'm going!" Zhang Nan carried the clothes that were still dripping, and almost acted like he died on the spot. After a few breaths of shock, he muttered downstairs: "Dare you at home, so you didn't make a sound this early in the morning." , how about acting as a lurker with me?"

Zhang Mowen put down the teacup in his hand and looked up: "Where am I going this Saturday? Besides, you..."

"University professors are great, high salary and good treatment on weekends." Zhang Nan waved his hand to interrupt Zhang Mowen's words, "Wait for me to dry the clothes first, and then go downstairs and kowtow to admit my mistake."

The electric clothes drying rack rose slowly, and a drop of cold water dripped down on the tip of his nose. Zhang Nan wiped it with his fingers, sighed, and turned to go downstairs.

In the living room downstairs, Zhang Mowen had already made a glass of nectar water. Zhang Nan sat down beside his father carelessly, took a sip from the glass, and said, "Why don't you kiss your father? If you wake up from a hangover, a glass of sweet water is enough." Can give my son a second life."

"Young poor." Zhang Mowen asked: "Is it uncomfortable?"

"Let's throw it away." Zhang Nan raised his glass at him, "Just drink it up."

"What do you want to eat?"

"People who make Dad worry about you don't deserve to have breakfast, let me be hungry."

"Tsk..." Zhang Mowen was dissatisfied, "Speaking of Shaopin, please speak well."

"It's really unnecessary." The warm nectar water entered the throat, soothing the uncomfortable stomach, diluting the pain that had been dormant at the base of the tongue overnight, Zhang Nan said: "I will eat when I am hungry, you... just ask whatever you want. "

Zhang Mowen caressed the teacup, feeling the tacit understanding between father and son in his heart, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel bad-what's the use of caring, drinking too much and following others?

Zhang Mowen sighed, and cut straight to the point: "Last night...was it chaos again, or did you simply drink too much?"

Zhang Nan stared at the scattered petals floating in the porcelain cup, followed the water ripples, and after a while, he said truthfully: "There are all of them."

Zhang Mowen asked again: "What about now?"

"It comes and goes quickly." Zhang Nan laughed at himself, "Sober."

Zhang Mowen let out an "oh", and the worries in his heart were relieved a lot. The father and son were silent for a moment at the same time. Zhang Mowen coughed and said, "Doctor Fu sent you back last night."

"I..." Zhang Nan organized his words, "I know."

Zhang Mowen turned to look at him.

Zhang Nan said, "His coat is in my room."

The old father let out a long sigh, thinking of Fu Yuzheng, who was clad in damp and cold, standing at the door with his son in his arms at three o'clock in the morning this morning. The black T-shirt on Dr. Fu's body was soaked by the sea breeze, while his own was wrapped in Wearing someone else's coat, sleeping so peacefully in his arms, that appearance almost gave Zhang Mowen the illusion that he would be able to snore comfortably in the next second.

During this period of time, for the sake of Zhang Nan's rehabilitation, the two of them got very close. A while ago, they could even be called eating and living together. He knew his son's sexuality well. There is nothing to do, this kind of thing is not an A or B multiple-choice question, since there is no choice, why bother.

He and Qin Youzhi have always regarded Fu Yuzheng as a "benefactor", but the speed with which the other party rushed to the scene after answering the phone last night, and the expression on his face when he took him away in the middle of the night and then sent him back carefully... Zhang Mowen hesitated, Still asked: "Nannan, you and Dr. Fu..."

Zhang Nan held the porcelain cup and remained silent for a long time, then smiled to himself and said, "Did you see it?"

It's not shocking to say that, after all, my son is one in a million, and we meet each other day and night. It is reasonable for Dr. Fu to fall in love with each other for a long time. The only thing that surprises him is the other party's orientation. Zhang Mowen sighed sadly , Said: "This matter is so messed up...it's a fake show."

"Don't say that." Zhang Nan smiled. In the early morning after the hangover, the feelings that had been hidden in his heart for a long time finally found someone to confide in. He didn't want to be awkward and entangled, and took the opportunity to vent it to his relatives. Father: "I'm a blatant unrequited love, and I'm still a million miles away from the truth."

Zhang Mowen choked on his throat with a mouthful of Mingqian Longjing, and he was really startled: "Ah?!"

Zhang Nan rubbed his face, buried his cheeks in his palms, and begged for mercy in an evasive way: "Don't laugh at me now, and I don't want to listen to comfort."

"No..." Zhang Mowen was really unexpected, "You mean, you..."

"Ah..." Zhang Nan felt ashamed to face Jiang Dong's father, and fell on the back of the sofa, "What's the matter, secret love is illegal?"

Zhang Mowen: "..."

No, it's not illegal to have a crush, it's just that I overestimated your charm.

"Then..." Zhang Mowen tentatively tried, "Then Fu Doctor..."

"He regards me as a friend." After finishing speaking, he didn't know what to think, Zhang Nan looked at the ceiling and laughed out loud, "Look at his demeanor, he is so cold that he almost sees through the world of mortals, as if we have worldly desires .Who do you want?"

Zhang Mowen: "..."

Take a closer look, you can't argue with it.

Sin!

Zhang Nan grows up and has many suitors, but he has never tried a serious relationship. Zhang Mowen knows that he is high-sighted, poisonous and picky. Unexpectedly, today, Chu Chuxin would meet a " A worldly expert who doesn't have that kind of worldly, desire, and desire... In the end, he feels sorry for his son, Zhang Mowen patted his knee, and persuaded: "What's the use of self-pity? I haven't tried everything. It's unknown. How can you help me?" You know it won't work?"

"Huh?" Zhang Nan sat up straight, and looked closely at Professor Zhang's confident face, "No, how much unrealistic and groundless confidence do you have in me?"

Zhang Mowen: "Talks from the experience of those who have experienced it."

Zhang Nan: "...can you start talking?"

Zhang Mo Wengui said: "That's how Boss Qin chased me back then."

Zhang Nan: "..."

Applause for love, it's amazing.

"Try it, son." Zhang Mowen finally said, "There is no love for no reason in this world, let alone happiness within easy reach. It doesn't matter even if you encounter Waterloo this time. You haven't tasted how hard it is, how would you know?" How sweet is love."

How difficult it is.

I have to admit that Professor Zhang is by no means in vain. Not only is he a master of painting, but he is also very familiar with young people's ideological work.

Zhang Nan felt overwhelmed, the life wisdom of his parents and the indirect experience of life experience are precious wealth to guide the maze, so try it!After all, the worst result would be to be rejected, Dr. Fu cut off his righteousness from then on, and never had anything to do with him——

So what, he was thinking about this person, thinking about it all the time, and didn't he want to befriend him!

On Saturday morning, Fu Yuzheng went to outpatient clinic for half a day as usual, and came out of the outpatient hall at noon, and drove directly to Lin Jie's apartment complex.

Last night... no, it should be said that today, he only slept for more than three hours. After sending Zhang Nan back to his parents' house, he went home and took a hot shower, drank a large cup of cold medicine, and fell asleep on the bed. After squinting for a while, when the phone's alarm clock rang, Dr. Fu, who was dizzy by the sea breeze, wanted to throw the phone uncontrollably for the first time.

After the high-intensity outpatient clinic, my spirit relaxed for a moment, and I realized later that the cold seemed to be a little more serious.

But it doesn't matter, he wants to fill the hole in his heart more than stuffy nose and shortness of breath.

He is not good at this matter, so he wants to use a pair of calm and professional eyes.

Outside the apartment door, Lin Jie looked at Fu Yuzheng who was wearing a black medical mask, frowned and observed the light blue circle engraved on the other side's eyes, and sighed: "What's going on, the half-day outpatient clinic tortured you like this? The dark circles under my eyes have come out."

Fu Yuzheng had a need for others, so he decided not to confront him, and just asked: "Are you free, let's chat?"

Lin Jie was wearing a hurdle vest with big underpants at home, and the casual attire of an old man. It was completely different from the handsome doctor who sat in the psychological consultation room and healed countless inner pains. Familiarly, he found a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on.

"No, you're quite familiar with yourself?" Lin Jie closed the door and chased after him, watched Fu Yuzheng sit down on the sofa, and ruthlessly complained: "It's time to come, and it's time for dinner. Said, don't use the banner of chatting, brother, I can lose half a bowl of your pair of chopsticks."

"Don't be wordy." Fu Yuzheng frowned, and he was also irritable when he was suffering from a cold, "I'm dizzy, something really happened."

Lin Jie walked over suspiciously, and stretched out his hand to pull away Fu Yuzheng's mask: "The voice is muffled, do you have a cold?"

With a "snap", Fu Yuzheng slapped his hand away, Lin Jie just let out a "hey" in spite of himself, Fu Yuzheng took a step ahead: "Don't infect you."

"You still have a conscience." Lin Jie went to the water dispenser to get a cup of warm water for him, and nestled in the lazy sofa opposite the coffee table, "Let's talk about it, you can spend a long time staring at the outpatient clinic with a bad cold, and don't go home after work What a big deal it is to come to me to pretend to be pitiful while sleeping."

Fu Yuzheng was silent for a few seconds, then got up, walked to the water dispenser next to the TV wall with a water cup in his hand, found a disposable paper cup for himself, raised his hand, and "changed" the warm water.

Lin Jie: "..."

No, who the hell is despising whom? !

Fu Yuzheng went to the sofa and sat down again with the paper cup in his hand, and then he said, "I'm going to do a psychological consultation."

"Then you have to register for an appointment first..." Lin Jie was halfway through speaking, and suddenly realized that he sat up straight suddenly, "What the hell are you looking for me for?"

Fu Yuzheng squinted at him from the edge of the mask: "What else can you do?"

"It's not you..." Lin Jie restrained his cynical attitude, and asked sternly, "What's wrong with you for psychological counseling?"

The glass of water was held by Fu Yuzheng in the palm of his hand all the time. He didn't intend to drink it, as if he was just borrowing an inch of warm touch. He replied, "I'm in some trouble, I can't get over it, I can't figure it out."

Lin Jie knew his daily work. He stood on the boundary line between life and death for a long time. He often ruled the fate of a person or even a family with a scalpel. If the brain is opened too much, no matter how strong and indifferent a person is, it will inevitably cause career anxiety, so he asked: "Is it related to work?"

"No." Fu Yuzheng replied simply and neatly: "Emotional."

Doctor Lin's eyes widened immediately.

Everything is difficult at the beginning. Now that the opening has been made, it seems that what follows is not so unsustainable. Fu Yuzheng rubbed the paper cup and said slowly: "I may... like someone, but I am not sure, and I am not sure. I can’t be sure, it’s just a little confusing, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to tell, so I’m asking you.”

After Lin Jie was stunned by the word "emotional direction", he was once again stunned by the phrase "unclear". After a long time, he pointed to himself and murmured: " Come, look at me."

Fu Yuzheng raised his eyelids politely.

Lin Jie: "Do you see that I am confused now?"

"..." Fu Yuzheng said, "Can it work?"

"Hey, how can a man say no." Lin Jie put away his teasing, and put on the air of a professional psychological counselor, and raised his chin at Fu Yuzheng, "It's okay to be a consulting firm to help you solve emotional problems, but there are conditions. ——You can at least tell me first, which is the celestial beauty that can make your ten thousand-year-old iron tree bloom in spring, is it from our hospital, and which department is a colleague? Doctor or nurse? "

Most of Fu Yuzheng's face was hidden behind the mask, and he replied without any ups and downs: "None."

Lin Jie was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Not a colleague of this hospital, nor a doctor or nurse, but you know this person."

A subtle premonition gradually rose in Lin Jie's heart.

Sure enough, Fu Yuzheng looked directly at him, and said calmly: "It's a cartoonist, your patient, Zhang Nan."

Lin Jie: "..."

What expression should I put on now?

Sure enough, is it still a red chicken?

"Ah... um, this... you..." At the critical moment, Dr. Lin's professional level saved his endangered soul again, "Ah... yes, it's also very good, so what, I really love him, he didn't Gender distinction, then... a hundred years of marriage?"

Fu Yuzheng frowned slightly, looked at him with the same eyes as if he was mentally retarded, and after a long while, he suddenly laughed.

"Don't tell me, you guessed right about one thing."

Lin Jie: "What's the matter?"

"Compared to your current appearance with obviously dropped IQ..." Fu Yuzheng said leisurely, "He really deserves to be called the celestial beauty."

Lin Jie: "..."

A good doctor must be amiable when facing the object of consultation.

But in the face of bad friends, there are only three thousand words of fierce swearing.

If you are one or two, you will form a group to add trouble, right?

The author has something to say: Nineteen: Hey, I'll go... More than 4000 words, my mother didn't write it together? (self-doubting)

Zhang Xiaonan: Hurry up!

Fu Xiaozheng: Hurry up!

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