Hold on, you can't bend!

On the weekend of the next day, Zhang Nan slept late last night, and it was already 08:30 when he opened his eyes in the morning. He lay awake for a while, touched the cell phone next to his pillow, and subconsciously wanted to call Fu Yuzheng.

He gave up a second before pressing the button. He remembered that Fu Yuzheng was going to the city today to do a specialist operation. He might be driving at the moment, or he had already arrived and was preparing for the operation. He politely gave up disturbing him.

I got out of bed to wash, and fried two poached eggs for myself. Before the milk was poured into the milk pot, the phone rang.

Zhang Nan was thinking about something else, he was startled, wiped off the milk stains on his hands, and answered the phone: "Mom?"

Qin Youzhi asked on the phone: "Nannan, why didn't you go home last night?"

Zhang Nan poured out all the milk in the carton and said, "I'm going back to live here."

Qin Youzhi couldn't help nagging him: "How long have you lived at home, why did you go back again? I told you to call you last night, but your father stopped me and said that you have something to ask me." Don't make any trouble, this is good, your dad and I will become empty-nesters again when it's over."

Zhang Nan clamped the mobile phone between the neck of the side face, shook the milk pot on the gas stove, and said, "How can you, you are in the prime of life, and when you go out, people will think it is my sister. It’s just an old man, don’t underestimate yourself, I don’t like to hear it.”

Qin Youzhi was amused by him and laughed aloud, and said: "Okay, I can't help my mother, I know you love freedom, and your father and I can't control you, so come back for lunch at noon? I won't go out today, I'll leave it to you Stewed ribs?"

Sometimes Zhang Nan often thinks that fate treats him well. Although Qin Youzhi is a stepmother and has no blood relationship with him, for so many years, she has always given him appropriate care and warmth, and treated him with the tenderness that a mother should have. Dedicated and caring, for him, even married Zhang Mowen for many years, never thought about having a child of her own, a capable and shrewd strong woman who was vigorous and resolute outside, returned home, but was just an ordinary mother who was thinking about cooking ribs for her son.

It may be that he has been greatly stimulated by emotional ups and downs in the past few days, and Zhang Nan couldn't help sighing even a little bit of psychological fluctuations, he agreed immediately: "Okay, then I will go home for lunch, um... let's add another stewed crab , I will buy crabs and let my dad marinate them."

Qin Youzhi happily said yes again and again.

After hanging up the phone, the milk was boiled with a layer of milk skin. Zhang Nan took the milk pan and poured it into a glass. He was too lazy to go to the dining room, so he stood in the kitchen and had a simple breakfast. After washing the pots and pans, he came to the small studio.

There is a side cabinet against the wall in the studio, and there are more than a dozen leather collection boxes in it, all of which are manuscripts drawn by Zhang Nan over the years. He walked to the cabinet, opened the glass door, and dug out from a box at the bottom. A watercolor came.

It's been a long time, the paint on the paper has faded, the painting style is immature, and the composition lines are not reasonable and mature, after all, he was still young when he painted this painting.

In the painting, one sees a piece of green grass, green grass stretching endlessly to the sky. On the right side is a velvet tree with a luxuriant crown. The flowers are in full bloom, blending pink and white. Looking at it like this, it looks like a strawberry milk-flavored lollipop. , and under the tree, stood a short-haired woman wearing a pure white dress. The wind blew the skirt, rippling layers of ripples on the paper.The woman in the painting is facing the front right direction, bending her knees and stretching her arms, which is an action of welcoming a hug.

And in the lower right corner of the screen, there is a small black figure, like a three or four-year-old faltering milk doll.

The woman in the painting is Zhang Nan's own mother, and the milk doll is himself.

This painting was completed when he was 13 years old, and it is also the only watercolor painting he has painted in so many years.

In fact, the original version is a photo. The person who took the photo was Zhang Mowen. The memory is too far away. After all, Zhang Nan was only a little over three years old at the time. Now that more than 20 years have passed, he can’t remember the situation when the photo was taken. He only remembers that this photo is at home. His living room has been placed in his living room for many years, and when his parents divorced when he was 12, his mother took this photo too.

Later, 13-year-old Zhang Nan reproduced this watercolor painting based on his own memory, as a thought for himself when he was hopeless.

Later, he put this watercolor painting into a box, locked it, and rarely took it out again.

Recalling this point, Zhang Nan sat cross-legged on the floor, looked at the woman with a blurred face in the painting, and after a while, said to himself, "It's been so long, I will forget what you look like." gone."

"But it's okay, even if we meet again, you probably won't recognize me."

"Besides, where are we going to meet?"

"At the beginning, I said that I would come back to see me tomorrow spring. I was twelve that year, but in this spring, I waited for you for another 12 years."

"It's okay, fortunately, I can't wait now, what a fool."

"I didn't have anything to say at first, but there's something, I think it's better to tell you... I have a boyfriend, he's super handsome, and he's a really nice guy, he's a doctor."

Speaking of this, Zhang Nan couldn't help laughing, and felt that he was a bit naughty no matter how he looked at it.

"Tsk... The atmosphere is not right, why is it like comforting at the grave... Well, although I really don't know if you are alive or dead now."

"Okay, that's all I have to do. After I finish speaking, I feel at ease, and I don't bother you if I have nothing to do. I guess you don't like to listen to my rambling."

The watercolor painting was put back into the box, and a second before the lid was closed, Zhang Nan pursed his lips and hesitated, or said——

"Now I have parents, friends, and boyfriend, so whether you care or not, I will live a good life."

"Although I sometimes hate you to death, I also hope that you can live well."

After all, close the lid and press the combination lock.

After saying this, he felt very relaxed. He stood up from the floor, saw that it was still early, and walked directly to the drawing board. The snow-white drawing paper was spread out, and Zhang Nan's mouth could not help showing smile marks.

From the arrival at the side of the commercial street that night, to the star-studded sea, to the confession in the shadow of the orange lights... Zhang Nan pinches the brush with his fingertips, connecting all the fragments together, one by one, all falling into place on paper.

Although I am used to being unruly in normal times, as long as I face the drawing paper, all the loose temperament on Zhang Nan's body will be covered up by the calmness and concentration. This is the illusion of a quiet and beautiful man... Time passed slowly, and I don't know how long it has been quietly. When Zhang Nan finished the last stroke, he was brought back to reality by the phone that had been vibrating for a long time.

The caller ID was "Professor Zhang", Zhang Nan answered, and before he could call "Dad", Zhang Mowen asked him imposingly on the phone: "Where's my crab!"

Zhang Nan was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was to move the screen of the phone from his ear to his eyes, and quickly glanced at the time - if he didn't know it, he was so scared that he almost didn't recognize the number, and it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.

"Dad!" Zhang Nan hurriedly comforted his old father who had lost his culinary skills, "I was painting, and if I didn't pay attention, I would...well, I'll go over now, you wait for me, not...you wait for the crab !"

"Come on, pointing out that you haven't just waited until the forbidden sea period?" Zhang Mowen instructed, "Ma slipped over to eat, your mother bought the crabs long ago."

After speaking, I hung up the line.

Zhang Nan talked about the painting for several hours, and his mind was still a little dazed. He looked at the blacked-out phone screen, and muttered: "Why is this old man still scolding, what about the quality of university professors..."

Zhang Nan came out of the studio and washed his face. In order to hurry, he changed his clothes and drove directly to his parents' house.

There were not many vehicles on the road at this time, and the road condition was very good. It was just five minutes past one when we arrived home.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Nan was shocked by the double aroma of stewed crab and braised pork ribs, and couldn't help shouting: "It smells so good!"

Zhang Mowen came out of the study on the first floor, and he immediately ran up to be a good boy: "Dad, your skill as a university professor is useless, it would be great to be a cook!"

Zhang Mowen snorted coldly, and patted his arms around his shoulders away: "Young poor, wash your hands!"

It happened that Qin Youzhi passed by with a casserole containing ribs, and said with a smile: "That's not okay, what I like is your father's bookish look, I can't bear the smell of oil change."

Zhang Nan laughed while washing his hands in the bathroom: "Mom, your thoughts are dangerous. What's so bad about the smell of oily smoke? Maybe you two can open a husband and wife shop. Professor Zhang has become Master Zhang, but Boss Qin is still Boss Qin! "

The dishes on this table were rich, and Zhang Nan's index finger twitched. He even ate two bowls of rice, three crabs and half a bowl of pork ribs. Seeing Qin Youzhi laughing and hurriedly serving him dishes, Zhang Mowen felt that the timing was good and the atmosphere was good. So he said on the sidelines: "This is a good amount of food. If the monthly income exceeds [-] yuan, I dare not eat like this."

Zhang Nan took a sip of the juice, put down the glass and wiped his fingers with a paper towel: "Who are you running on Dad, at least add a few zeros to the end of my worth?"

Zhang Mowen retorted and said: "Do you know if a good man doesn't mention his courage in the past, besides, even if he has some savings, he can't just sit around and do nothing."

Zhang Nan was obviously taken aback, and the tissue was crumpled into a ball in his hand: "No...you...you think I don't work anymore?"

Zhang Mowen put down the bowls and chopsticks, and said, "How is that possible? Besides, you were sick a while ago and couldn't help it. It's unrealistic to want to work."

Zhang Nan nodded dully. It is true that his job is to paint, but it is also because of his work that his inspiration is annihilated. Once the inspiration is annihilated, he will definitely not be able to paint again... This is an endless loop that cannot be solved at all, but he Still don't understand what Dad means: "Then you..."

After the [-]th bend of Zhang Mowenshan Road, I finally got to the point: "Aunt Li in our community has approached me three times before, saying that her grandson's kindergarten has been looking for a specially-appointed teacher, mainly to teach children to draw and establish color aesthetics. Experience, she... let me ask if you have any intentions."

Zhang Nan really didn't expect this kind of operation to exist. After being stunned for a while, he couldn't help asking: "As far as kindergartens teach children to draw, they all need—" He reached out and patted his chest, a little ironic, "All of them need me. Are you a professional at this level? Besides, which of the preschool teachers in kindergartens now has unique skills, they are proficient in playing, playing, singing and drawing, and they can also lull children to sleep, which is much more reliable than me."

"What do you know?" Qin Youzhi answered, "Their children go to international kindergartens, and there are a lot of foreign teachers from various countries. Of course, the more professional the teachers for such special courses, the better."

Zhang Nan smiled and said: "Then I can't do it anymore, the temple is too big, and the little god dare not make mistakes."

"Nannan." Zhang Mowen suddenly said earnestly: "I know your concerns, but it is not a good choice to be stuck in the same place all the time. No matter what the final result is, you have to look forward and move forward. If after a period of time, you take The desire to express with a paintbrush is back, so it’s good to go back to the old business, but if... I mean if, there is no such precedent in the industry, if you really don’t want to work in this industry, then it’s good to change the environment of."

"I didn't mention it to you before, because your condition is unstable, and treatment is the top priority, but seeing your condition now, I think it's time to talk about it."

Zhang Nan suppressed his smile, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Zhang Mowen added: "And, in essence, you still haven't left the painting industry. You have been in contact with children for a long time. Maybe those innocent and pure smiling faces can give you different creative inspiration?"

The tissue in the palm of his hand was crumpled into a ball, Zhang Nan slowly relaxed his curled palm, drooping his eyelashes and pondering for a long time, finally loosened it a bit, and said: "Let me think about it, I... think about it and give you an answer."

Zhang Mowen nodded and patted his shoulder.

"By the way!" Zhang Nan suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed from deep to curious: "Is Aunt Li in our community so awesome? Well-known international kindergartens recruit special teachers, she has the final say?"

Qin Youzhi reassured him: "He is the chairman of the family committee, what do you think!"

"..." Zhang Nan recalled Aunt Li's valiant and heroic appearance in the square dance, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Not only can you not underestimate the uncle, but also your aunt who hides her merits and fame deeply.

After lunch, Zhang Nan helped Qin Youzhi clean up the dishes. He has been sleep-deprived for the past few days and has nothing to do in the afternoon. After taking the medicine, he simply went to his bedroom to catch up on sleep. He was hesitant to contact Fu Yu before going to bed. Zheng, but considering whether the other party is busy now, he had to give up.

Ah - it seems that he is indeed the only salted fish.

This sleep was extremely sound, and when I woke up, I was in a trance, not knowing what was going on.

Zhang Nan's beautiful Ruifeng eyes were directly covered by two big double eyelids, which looked as if he had undergone European-style plastic surgery. He forgot to turn on the air conditioner before going to bed, and only one window was open in the bedroom. Sweating all over, the first thing I do when I wake up is go to the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a shower, Zhang Nan went to the small balcony on the second floor to take off Fu Yuzheng's jacket, and then went downstairs.Qin Youzhi had already gone out for dinner, Zhang Mowen sat on the sofa and read the newspaper, saw him get down, and complained: "It's okay to sleep until six o'clock."

Zhang Nan fetched water for himself: "The amount of food is directly proportional to the amount of sleep."

After drinking a glass of water, he went to the entrance to change his shoes, and greeted his father: "I'm going back."

Zhang Mowen asked: "Are you really not at home?"

"No, Zhang Nan replied casually, "It's not convenient. "

It was only after he finished speaking that he realized that his words were too fast. Sure enough, Zhang Mowen put down the newspaper in his hand, stared at the clothes in his hand, looked at it for a few seconds, and asked seriously: "Successful?"

"Ah..." Zhang Nan knew that he couldn't let it go, so he simply admitted, "It succeeded."

Zhang Mowen was silent for a moment, picked up the newspaper again, and said flatly: "Praise people like a piece of jade, there are advantages everywhere, why didn't you say that your eyes are not good?"

"Hey!" Zhang Nan was amazed, seeing that his illness had almost recovered, and he would not turn a corner when he tried to run on him, "That's because you were convinced by your son's personality, okay?"

A smile appeared on Zhang Mowen's mouth, ignoring whether he was big or small, and just said: "Come to the house for a light meal when you have time, and you should thank him well."

Only then did Zhang Nan feel relieved, he waved his hand proudly, and replied: "Okay, I'll tell him later."

I didn’t have the good luck I had when I drove home. I happened to catch up with the evening rush hour, which doubled the time I spent on the road. When I arrived in front of the apartment building, the orange-red setting sun had already faded, and many residents gathered in the small square to cool off from the heat. .

After being stuck on the road for so long, Zhang Nan didn't feel disturbed. He was thinking about the specially-appointed teacher all the way.

Actually, it’s not impossible, it’s just... how should I put it, he still has a little conceit of a young man. He always feels that he is a well-known cartoonist, teaching children to draw in kindergarten. It's like a helpless move forced by livelihood - even if he is not short of money.

But in fact, he was a little moved. After all, as Zhang Mowen said, maybe the new environment and those bright and immature eyes can give him different creative inspiration?

Or... When we meet, discuss it with Dr. Fu, after all, he is much more sensible than him.

Zhang Nan hooked the car keys in one hand, and held the folded coat in the other. He was meditating all the way, not paying attention to the road under his feet. He suddenly woke up from the incarnation of the victim, his body tilted, and he almost embraced the earth.

Fortunately, an arm stretched out from behind, supporting him firmly.

Zhang Nan gritted his teeth and raised his head in a panic. Before he could utter a painful "Ouch", it turned into a surprised "Why are you here?"

Fu Yuzheng frowned and looked at his ankles, supported the person with one hand and squatted down, tried to pinch his wrist bones, in exchange for a sound of breathing above his head.

Fortunately, his bones were fine, so Fu Yuzheng stood up and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, frowning, and couldn't help scolding others with a cold face when they first met: "How old are you, you don't look at the road when you walk, what are you thinking?"

Zhang Nan blurted out, but he didn't lie: "I miss you."

Fu Yuzheng: "..."

Instant misfire, no temper at all.

The author has something to say: Fu Xiaozheng: Well, I'll come if you miss me.

Zhang Xiaonan: Well, don’t leave when you come.

Nineteen: Just talk but don't practice fake moves!

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