Hold on, you can't bend!

The short period of peace seemed to be stolen. After Zhang Nan and Fu Yuzheng returned to the city, they started a new round of busy day after day.

Fu Yuzheng rested for a few days. Although he was on vacation, he would only be busier than before as soon as he started working, while Zhang Nan... After resting at home for two days, he voluntarily returned to his parents to receive Scolding and scolding, by the way...uh, take the "Actor" home.

Zhang Mowen closed the newspaper with a "snap", and said in a strong reprimanding tone: "You will be 25 in two days, and it's still so worrying!"

Qin Youzhi hugged a fluffy snowball cat, and sighed repeatedly beside him.

Zhang Nan knew he was in the wrong, rubbed his nose, and flattered him: "Don't be angry, Dad, I... didn't come back safely, nothing happened, so what—Mom! Don't care about petting the cat, help me say Two good words!"

Qin Youzhi rolled his eyes at him: "If you say something good, you should let your father scold you, do you know how worried we are?" He said so, but turned around and persuaded, "Okay, there will only be three months in total. My God, Yuzheng is still with him all the time, don't be so obsessed, he has learned a lesson this time, he was not fat before, but now he is thinner."

"You'll get used to him!" Professor Zhang snorted, and could only say, "A loving mother often loses her son."

Parents, even if passed.

Fu Yuzheng was so busy these days that he didn't even touch the ground. He made a phone call to say that there was a specialist consultation at noon, so Zhang Nan stayed at his parents' house for lunch. After the meal, he helped clean up the dishes and went back to The living room picked up "Actor" and said, "I won't stay any longer, let's go home."

"I didn't want to keep you." Zhang Mowen put down his teacup and said, "Leave the cat to me."

"..." Zhang Nan was stunned for a second, looked at the cat in his arms, then at his father on the sofa, and said with a smile: "No, it's not what I thought, is it?"

Really. Two faces of parents before and after raising cats?

Zhang Mowen strolled to the porch, and took the "Film King" from his arms without any explanation: "If you miss it, come and have a look, oh yes, you don't need to buy cat food, my little boy prefers the kind I bought."

Zhang Nan: "..."

Although, if you change the name of my cat or something, don't you need to ask my opinion?

Moreover, "Xiaoguai" is...too difficult to describe, right?

What kind of overflowing fatherly love with nowhere to rest is this?

Professor Zhang was surprised that the "cat son" refused to let go, so Zhang Nan finally had to part with it: "Let's talk about it first, I just let you raise it for two days to enjoy yourself, and I have to take it back after my birthday."

Zhang Mowen walked towards the bedroom with the cat in his arms, leaving him with a loving back: "We'll talk about it when the time comes, let's go quickly——it's time for our little boy to take a nap."

Zhang Nan: "..."

True. Realistic version. A civet cat for a son.

I capitalize the service.

Coming out of his parents' house empty-handed, Zhang Nan didn't go home directly. The night before his return trip, he said that he would give Fu Yuzheng a gift. He really hid a different kind of intention, although... only two days Yes, this gift is not easy to complete, but he still has to try.

He drove out today by himself, turned the car around, and went straight to a private painting studio. The owner of this studio was also a well-known freelance painter in the circle many years ago. Not long after he became famous, he began a semi-retired fairy life , I opened a studio by myself, selling paintings and various high-quality painting tools.

Zhang Nan didn't know him very well, so he didn't exchange too much warm greetings. After picking out what he needed in the painting tools section, he checked out and went out.

The tools are ready, but the time and place are another problem... Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone, thought for a while, and was afraid that the call would disturb Fu Yuzheng's work, so he sent him a message.

Then he started the car, shifted gears, and went straight to the small apartment he hadn't set foot in for a long time.

After entering the door, Zhang Nan carried a large bag of things directly into the small studio.

The easel he used to use is now at Fu Yuzheng's house, but fortunately he has a spare.

On the small table next to him, he put paints, turpentine, brushes and pans and other tools in order, and put a linen canvas stretched tightly on the wooden inner frame on the easel, and after taking a deep breath, he began to mix oils. color.

Since graduating from university, he has not painted oil paintings for two or three years.

But what is amazing is that before he said the words to give Fu Yuzheng a gift, what clearly appeared in his mind was the silhouette of an oil painting of a portrait.

He had secretly painted countless pictures of Fu Yuzheng, and this time, he wanted to give him this painting with bright colors.

Just like his appearance broke through the chaotic and long night in his heart.

Picking up a soft charcoal pencil, he starts with a draft composition.

Painting Fu Yuzheng is actually not difficult for Zhang Nan. After all, he has painted thousands of times. The difficulty lies in the fact that he has not painted oil paintings for a long time, and suddenly he picks up the brush again. It is inevitable that the hand feels unfamiliar, but it is not easy to paint. , the oil painting method pays attention to multiple layers of color, and he only has two days, and he can't delay even a minute.

Time passed, until the mobile phone on the shelf rang suddenly, and Zhang Nan regained his senses in ecstasy.

With a little oil on his hands, Zhang Nan didn't take the phone, and directly clicked on the speakerphone. Fu Yuzheng's slightly tired voice came from the speaker, which was more magnetic and pleasant: "Aren't you coming back?"

He cut straight to the point, he should have just seen Zhang Nan's message, Zhang Nan let out an "ah" before saying, "Yes...then what, you've been very busy these days, I'll come back to my place for two days."

Fu Yuzheng didn't make a sound on the phone, obviously expressing dissatisfaction with the matter of "I'm very tired but I can't see my boyfriend after get off work".

Zhang Nan laughed secretly, put down his paintbrush, moved his stiff and numb shoulders, and said, "Just two days, um... I'm going to celebrate my birthday soon, and I'm going back to my dad's for lunch at noon that day, and I'll see you then gone?"

Fu Yuzheng was still silent, and after a while, he said, "It's time for a review on your birthday. I'll pick you up in the morning."

Zhang Nan didn't want him to bother: "Don't bother me, I—"

"Or I'll go there after get off work at night."

"Don't, don't, don't!" The little painter's finished product has not yet been released, and there are still surprises to be discussed in advance, so he immediately compromised: "Then come in the morning, let's go to the hospital together, and go back to my parents for dinner at noon."

Only then did Fu Yuzheng give up, and instructed: "Take your medicine well these two days, eat on time, and don't stay up late."

Zhang Nan readily agreed: "You too, don't rest at work if you can go home, don't be too tired."

"I won't come back." Fu Yuzheng was rarely childish, "It's almost the beginning of autumn, I'm cold to stay alone in the empty room."

"Are you childish or not?" Zhang Nan couldn't hold back, and laughed directly: "It's useless to act like a baby."

"Yeah." Fu Yuzheng heard him laugh, and his voice was unconsciously tainted with a smile, and his tone relaxed, "You must have your 'hug, hug, hug!' to work."

Zhang Nan: "..."

Hang up soon you!

After a few jokes, someone from Fu Yuzheng shouted, "Director Fu, please go and see the patient in bed 36", so Zhang Nan had no choice but to hang up sensiblely and reluctantly.

The call was brief, only a few minutes, but when Zhang Nan stood in front of the easel again, he was as excited as if he had been pumped.

Help me up, I can still draw!

My boyfriend has a god-level appearance, I can do it!

During the two days, Zhang Nan hardly left the studio except for eating, sleeping and taking medicine. After the basic composition was completed, he adopted the method of direct coloring, using both flat and loose paint, and the final draft was flexible and full of color.

After the last layer of oil evaporated and dried, Zhang Nan carefully and carefully applied a layer of varnish, which not only can maintain the gloss of the painting for a long time, but also prevent the canvas from accumulating and corroding.

When the draft was finally finished, he hung his arms that had almost lost consciousness, and stood in front of the easel to admire himself—tsk, I don't know if Dr. Fu is satisfied, anyway, it's true that he is very proud.

Turning around and leaving the studio door, he floated into the bathroom and took a comfortable hot bath. He was so exhausted that he almost fell asleep in the bathtub.

The hot water was already cold, Zhang Nan crawled out of the bathtub with his hands and feet softened by soaking, wiped his hair indiscriminately, and couldn't wait to dry it, so he threw himself on the bed and fell asleep instantly.

But remember to take the medicine before going to bed.

Very nice.

Early the next morning, it was not Fu Yuzheng's knock on the door that woke Zhang Nan up, but the endless vibration of the phone.

He half-closed his eyes, took out the phone from under the pillow, and answered it without seeing it: "Hello?"

"Brother!" Jiang He's angry roar immediately knocked him awake, "Happy birthday!"

As soon as Zhang Nan got up, he held back his anger in an instant: "...Thanks, buddy."

"Hey!" Jiang He said straight to the point, "25 years old! Let's go out for dinner tonight, buddies treat me to celebrate your third birthday!"

"Your uncle." Zhang Nan said, "If our high school math teacher knows that you still have obstacles in addition and subtraction within [-], I will go to your publishing house to make up for you."

"Hey, don't worry about these details, and there's nothing wrong with rounding." Jiang He laughed heartily, "I know your family's international custom is to go back to Professor Zhang's for dinner at noon, so let's make an appointment at night, and I'll send you your address in advance! Oh yes - don't come by yourself."

Half of Zhang Nan's face was still buried on the pillow, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said, "I'll try my best, see if Dr. Fu is free tonight."

"Hey!" Jiang He wondered, "There is still some time to squeeze in. Besides, is your birthday or work more important?"

Zhang Nan was very sympathetic to his outdated thinking of a single dog, and replied: "Dr. Fu is the most important thing, he died."

This phone call made him sleepless. Looking at the time, Fu Yuzheng was almost here, so he didn't procrastinate and just got up and took a shower.

Just after changing clothes, the phone rang again, and after connecting, Fu Yuzheng said: "I'm here, should I go up or you come down?"

Zhang Nan stood in the entrance to change his shoes, and said, "Don't touch you, I'll go downstairs right away."

After staying at home for two days, the fresh air after the rain hit his nose as soon as he went out. Zhang Nan took a deep breath, opened the door of the big G car and got in the car. Before he could say anything, he leaned over and kissed his boyfriend's side face: " Long time no see, Doctor Fu."

Fu Yuzheng pinched his face with a smile, first said "Happy Birthday", and then said: "I miss you so much."

No wonder it is often said that "a little farewell is better than a newlywed". Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhang Nan looked at a small halo of light that condensed on the front windshield. Hai's eyes were particularly pleasing, and he said in his heart—this statement is true, and I am not deceiving.

After they arrived at the hospital, they went directly to Lin Jie's consulting room to find someone. Fu Yuzheng still had to make early rounds, so he returned to the second neurology ward before the re-examination started. Glancing at the thick stack of evaluation forms Dr. Lin was holding in his hand, his heart was filled with peace and tranquility.

He clapped his hands as a signal, and said to Lin Jie, "Let's get started."

Lin Jie glanced at him with a smile: "It's rare, this is the first time in such a long time that you have asked to start."

Zhang Nan just smiled.

why not?He now has enough confidence and enough courage to face the final evaluation results.

The psychological changes are the most clearly perceived by the parties involved. Sometimes even a professional psychiatrist cannot fully understand this kind of unique feeling.

Only he can.

And this time, he knew firmly and clearly that he had been healed by love.

The author has something to say: Zhang Xiaonan: Dr. Fu contributed a lot!

Fu Xiaozheng: What about the reward?

Nineteen: Don't worry, get what you want!

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