Hold on, you can't bend!

There is more than half of the water in the bathtub, which is hotter than the usual water temperature when two people take a bath. Although Fu Yuzheng had already cleaned and tidied Zhang Nan when he was unconscious, but now he is awake. , or a hot bath will be more comfortable.

Zhang Nan was tired and limp, and almost fell asleep again leaning on the bathtub while taking a bath. When Fu Yuzheng picked him up, wrapped him in a bath towel and carried him to the sofa to apply medicine, he suddenly woke up with disordered breathing.

After tossing around, and finally everything was settled, Zhang Nan finally walked to the dining room with a face that was three shades red, holding on to the edge of the dining table, as if playing back in slow motion, slowly, slowly Sitting on a thick cushion.

Fu Yuzheng didn't sit opposite him, and after serving a few dishes prepared in the kitchen, he sat directly next to him.

Zhang Nan had no objection to this kind of small gesture similar to Dr. Fu's unique "intimacy after the event", but he was still slightly dumbfounded after seeing clearly the few dishes that were served.

He pointed to a pot of oyster and egg drop soup on the table that seemed bland but actually contained quite a lot of ingredients, and asked in puzzlement, "This is... what?"

Didn't it mean...cough, after that, you should have a lighter diet?This is both seafood and eggs... Zhang Nan was surprised, Dr. Fu's "science popularization tips" were really unreliable.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yuzheng filled a small bowl for him, put it at hand, and replied calmly: "It's for zinc supplementation, drink it while it's hot."

Zhang Nan: "Huh?"

Fu Yuzheng professionally answered: "Last night... that, cough... that too many times, and zinc is an important part of sperm cells, and the zinc content in oysters is relatively high. In addition, there are eggs , are the best supplements, so... just make up for what is lacking."

Zhang Nan: "..."

Sure enough - very professional.

And yet—I want to die.

The little painter's unyielding soul came online again. He held up his trembling arms, tried his best to keep a bowl of soup for Fu Yuzheng as calmly as possible, put it over, and said in a flat voice, "...Come on, let's encourage each other."

Fu Yuzheng looked at the hot fresh soup that night in front of him, and said matter-of-factly: "I don't need it, after all, I only have two times, and you—uh!"

Saying that it was too late, Zhang Nan put down his chopsticks with a "snap", covered his mouth again, and wanted to cry... oh no, he really wanted to cry: "Brother! Drink the soup, shut up, Have a discussion?"

Fu Yuzheng rolled his eyes under his palm.

This meal—oyster soup, egg custard, vegetable stir-fry, chicken giblets in a casserole, fresh oranges and well-washed mulberries...

It can be said that "letting professional people do professional things", Dr. Fu's "after-event meal" with excellent flavor and scientific proportions is rich in nutrition, and the psychological impact is too huge. This taste... Zhang Nan thinks that he is probably like this I will never forget it in my life.

After dinner, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. The little painter had exhausted a lot of energy yesterday, and the two of them nestled on the sofa. After watching an epic documentary for less than 10 minutes, they were already yawning and sleepy.

Fu Yuzheng flicked his side face which was pillowed on his lap, and asked, "Sleepy, go to sleep?"

"Okay." Zhang Nan asked, "Are you together?"

Fu Yuzheng turned off the TV with a smile, and said quietly: "Of course we are together."

The sensitive nerve in Zhang Nan's brain suddenly tensed, he struggled to get up from the sofa, and said righteously: "Let's say it first, you must first ensure that 'sleep' is a noun, not a 'verb', Otherwise, we'd better sleep in our own rooms."

"Okay." Fu Yuzheng lowered his eyes and smiled, firmly reassuring: "When 'sleep' is used as a noun and when it is used as a verb, you have the final say."

Zhang Nan dragged his still tired body and sighed silently.

In this way, the little painter who still looks handsome and handsome is actually weak and becomes a delicate flower after certain things, and he has been raised at home honestly for two days-in fact, it is not true, but Fu Yuzheng is inexplicable Machismo was in full play at this time. Although I went back to the hospital to work as usual the next day, I had to make breakfast in advance before going out every morning. The first thing after work at noon was to go home and feed my boyfriend. Not to mention, anyway, Zhang Nan drank oyster soup for three days straight.

Don't ask why, just ask, because your boyfriend thinks you need it.

In the end, Zhang Nanyou complained: "Brother, it's okay, I think it's over if I make up again, don't you think my life these days is very like confinement?"

"..." Fu Yuzheng paused for wiping his hair, and remained silent for a few seconds, unable to hide his surprise: "I didn't expect...you still have such an unknown desire?"

"..." Zhang Nan came to his senses, angrily reprimanded, and said indiscriminately: "Nonsense! I have a desire, can you realize it?"

Fu Yuzheng frowned in thought: "I...seem to be ok, but—why do you bother yourself so hard?"

Zhang Nan: "..."

What did I say just now?

Oyster soup was drunk to the brain.

Two days later, the little painter was finally revived with full energy and vitality. His waist was no longer sore and his legs were no longer hurting. When he stood on the scale, he found that Fu Yuzheng had gained more than a catty in the past two days, and his abdominal muscles were hidden worries. Come, so people will be even more restless.

The matter of special education in the kindergarten did not run aground, and the kindergarten contacted him later, hoping that Zhang Nan could join the teaching job as soon as possible. However, considering the actual situation, Zhang Nan still politely said that if possible, wait a little longer.

He has to wait for the end of the system review in three months, and for his recovery certificate to be successfully obtained. This is not only responsible for himself, but also for the group of children who are said to have pure and bright eyes like little stars.

Therefore, during the final stable observation period, Zhang Nan found something else for himself on a whim.

At the end of summer and early autumn, it is the most prosperous time of the year in the "Quiet Garden".

The center of the artificial lake is full of clear lotus, and the lakeside is green and green. Zhang Nan goes out with Fu Yuzheng every morning. When Fu Yuzheng goes to work in the hospital, he carries a drawing board to the depths of Jingyuan Lake to sketch and paint scenes. After painting almost all the scenery, he began to paint people again with great interest.

Grandpas and aunts doing morning exercises by the lake in the morning, children going out to play with their parents, female companions frolicking past in groups of threes and twos, or middle-aged men who are quiet and silent facing the blue waves of the lake in the deep shade.

In a word, I draw what I see, not only drawing, but occasionally on a whim, but also according to the expressions of different characters I see with my eyes—or frown unconsciously when facing a fragrant fragrance, or raise my eyebrows while staring at the raindrops. Smiles... all of these, he automatically imagined a different life after experiencing all the joys and sorrows.

The air in Jingyuan is humid and oxygen-rich, and the surrounding environment is quiet and elegant. Even the breeze that occasionally blows past the hand and blows the animation paper makes people feel relaxed and comfortable.

Zhang Nan carries a drawing board on his back every day to check in under a willow tree hanging on the bank. He has a very good appearance, white and clean, and does not move or speak. People have a sensory illusion similar to a "gentle and handsome man". Therefore, from the first day he "came out of the stall", he has attracted the attention of many passers-by in Jingyuan.

And a few days later, people's focus on "that clean and handsome little brother by Jingyuan Lake", through word of mouth, finally got away from his beautiful body, and further extended to his more interesting soul.

On the local life forum, the post about "Little Brother Jingyuan" has been placed on the top homepage, and it has been popular for thousands of floors——

"The little brother who paints by Jingyuan Lake is so handsome, does that face really exist? Didn't it come from breaking through the wall twice?!"

"A technical fan said that he can draw a portrait of a passerby in ten minutes. That level is like turning on a beauty camera, but it is highly restored!"

"I passed by with my friend today, and I took a sneak photo, which stunned me ten thousand times. That side face, those hands, I can do it again!"

"Set a flag—to check in tomorrow, you must get his contact information!"

"Professional art dog drifts by, weakly speaking, this level is really at the level of a great god!"

Although Zhang Nan's works were out of the circle before, his personal life was very low-key, and he didn't show up in public much. Even if some book fans searched his personal Weibo before, they couldn't find a selfie of him. Therefore, it is a coincidence that it accidentally "popped" in the forum this time.

From the beginning, Zhang Nan's "sketch under the tree" was a matter of self-pleasure, and he gave it away as soon as he finished drawing, and never charged a fee.Later, more and more people came to ask him to paint because of his reputation, mainly young and fashionable young men and women. How could everyone accept his paintings for nothing, not to mention the painters of this level, but only the professional drawing paper used by others. Each one costs a few dollars, and in response to everyone's strong request, Zhang Nan later brought his own set of marker pens. Some people like the minimalist self-painting style, so he draws sketches, and some people like vivid and lively ones. If he wants to express himself, he will draw a colorful photo.

Later, I don’t know which young lady or brother started it. After Zhang Nan painted a portrait, the person who received the painting would consciously put ten yuan into his painting bag—— In fact, for a handmade portrait of this level, ten yuan is a joke, but there is no way, it has to be agile, put down the money and take the painting, and then run away, or if one is accidentally caught by Zhang Nan, even ten yuan They couldn't be sent out.

In fact, Zhang Nan's manuscript has a minimum asking price of five figures in the circle, and if it is sought after by fans for collection, it will be more than doubled, and he naturally has no shortage of ten yuan for a painting now.However, kindness and love are two-way, it is giving and giving back. He paints for people who like his lines, and the other party also expresses his gratitude.

In this way, drawing like playing for a day can actually earn hundreds of dollars.

After Fu Yuzheng learned about this, he couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "It's really rare, this income is almost catching up with a normal office worker."

"It's not important." Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Nan looked at the bag of ten-yuan bills in his painting bag, with mixed feelings: "I never imagined that I, a small group of original painters, would one day be able to become one of the 'people's artists'." Artists' ranks—ah, so grounded."

However, the "people's artist" is more valuable than just "down-to-earth". Since he has earned pocket money, every day when Fu Yuzheng comes back from get off work, when he goes to Jingyuan to find Zhang Nan, who never gets tired of it, he passes by the roadside supermarket. People always buy fresh ingredients for dinner—and the food money is the remuneration for the little painter's drawings.

The little painter said proudly: "It doesn't matter if my boyfriend loses his job one day, I will support you!"

After speaking, he took out a piece of imported salmon worth more than 2000 yuan from the fresh-keeping counter of the supermarket, and put it into the cart in front of Fu Yuzheng.

"..."

Fu Yuzheng laughed and said, "Okay, you support me."

Really. Hard food is soft.

But it doesn't matter, as long as you are happy.

The author has something to say: Zhang Xiaonan: How is it?

Fu Xiaozheng: It smells so good.

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