Hold on, you can't bend!

It was early winter in November when Zhang Nan got his recovery certificate.

Ever imagined what kind of reaction I would have after getting this "pardon", excited, happy, or even cry?However, when Lin Jie handed over the recovery certificate and the analysis report of his last system assessment to him, Zhang Nan felt a sense of peace in his heart.

His attending physician, parents, friends, and even Fu Yuzheng were all moved, but Zhang Nan's performance was surprisingly calm. He even took Fu Yuzheng to the hospital on the afternoon of the day he received the recovery certificate. Another specialized mental hospital in the city left the recovery certificate and evaluation report in the car, and went in alone for consultation.

Most of the long afternoon passed, and when Zhang Nan's figure reappeared at the hospital gate, his footsteps finally became brisk.

Zhang Nan put the two MMPIs with almost the same score together and unfolded them in front of Fu Yuzheng. Only then did his voice tremble uncontrollably: "I really recovered, look, I... "

He suddenly couldn't continue speaking, and slowly turned his head to the side of the car window, and then took a deep breath.

Fu Yuzheng put away the two reports in his hand and put them together with the recovery certificate, then put his palm on Zhang Nan's shoulder, and pressed hard, "Nan Nan, you are amazing."

It's something I'm very proud of.

The corners of Zhang Nan's eyes were reddish, and he stared at the northern winter through the car window. When the cold wind suddenly picked up, the dust raised by the roadside caused a small whirlwind.

In Zhang Nan's heart, everything rejuvenated.

The tear hanging from the corner of his eye was finally willing to fall with peace of mind.

The winter in the north is dry, cold and windy, and the leaves are not green.Even on a sunny day, the sky is rarely blue, and the whole city seems to be covered with a light gray background shadow, chaotic and desolate.

Zhang Nan originally thought that Fu Yuzheng had lived abroad for many years, and it was the first time he felt the winter in the Great North would be maladaptive. Dr. Fu would still wear thin sportswear on the day off, and in the cold and windy morning before dawn , took him out of the hot blanket, put on a sports down jacket, wrapped in a cashmere scarf, and took him to jog in the small park downstairs for half an hour.

Zhang Nan walked in the cold but not humid little north wind, still unable to open his eyes as he walked, wept bitterly and doubted his life: "Science, you just returned to China this spring, and you have already been able to do it in half a year. I shook hands with Old Beifeng, is this really scientific—are you not afraid of the cold?!"

Fu Yuzheng patted him on the back when he stepped forward: "Forgot where I studied abroad before? Take a bigger step, how about you dance ballet with small steps?"

Zhang Nan: "..."

Damn, people who have lived in the country of fighting nations are amazing!

The dry and cold air in the Northland and the occasional gust of wind had no effect on Doctor Fu, but what really made him feel a little tired was the recent super-intensive work intensity.

In order to bring Zhang Nan back to the UK at Christmas, Fu Yuzheng has never rested on weekends since September. The morning shift, night shift, day shift and night shift are transferred together, and the longest continuous stay in the hospital exceeds 48 hours. I only slept for two or three hours in the office break room.

Even if it was the seven-day long vacation during the Golden Week of October, it was only a symbolic half-day rest, and Zhang Nan went back to his parents' house for a light meal.

When I opened my eyes the next day, it was a busy rhythm again and again.

After all, Zhang Nan has recovered, and even if he is left alone, he can finally relax.

What's more, after getting the recovery certificate, the little painter transformed into the "restless Zhang Xiaogen".

There are three professional classes in International Kindergarten every week. When I am free, I stand in front of the drawing board and draw for a long time. I occasionally chat with friends, and regularly go to Professor Zhang to eat and drink.

One day, he even said to Yuzheng mysteriously, "I'll tell you a secret."

"My new book is about to be finished."

Fu Yuzheng was greatly surprised.

What surprised me was not only the fact that Zhang Nan's exhausted and dying inspiration was brought back to life with the recovery certificate, but also the surging growth rate of the young artist after his creative desire was revived.

In short, when Fu Yuzheng was so busy that he never touched the ground every day, Zhang Nan never stopped.

They have their own strengths, appreciate each other, and move forward side by side.

Finally, in late December, Fu Yuzheng booked a plane ticket and flew to the other side of the Atlantic Ocean with Zhang Nan.

The day they set off was the first snow of this winter.

The silver wings flew across the sky, and Zhang Nan was leaning against the porthole, with sparse and thin light penetrating through the clouds. He smiled at Yu Zheng, "The flight is not delayed in such weather. What kind of god luck is this?"

Fu Yuzheng took two steam eye masks and handed one to him. After a long and high-load work cycle, his expression was rarely relaxed, and he replied: "It's not luck, it's probably God's blessing - it takes more than ten hours to fly , take a nap."

"Okay." Zhang Nan took the blindfold, tore off the outer packaging, but leaned over to put it on for him, and said with a smile: "You catch up on sleep, I'll accompany you."

Fu Yuzheng worked the night shift last night and stayed up all night. At this time, all the burdens were unloaded, and he held Zhang Nan's hand in a moment, and fell asleep with his head tilted.

This sleep was so sleepy that I didn’t know when it was going to be. When I opened my eyes, the surroundings were quiet, and the sky outside the porthole was already late at night. Only the faint reading lights were on above the very few seats in the cabin.

Fu Yuzheng sat up a little bit, his mind was still a little dazed, Zhang Nan noticed the movement of the people around him, put down the magazine in his hand, and asked softly: "Are you awake? Do you want something to eat?"

Fu Yuzheng looked at him for two seconds, then slowly shook his head.

He rarely showed such an ignorant and childish side.

Zhang Nan bent his lips silently, and Fu Yuzheng asked in a low, nasal voice, "What time is it?"

"There is still about an hour to land." There are many passengers around who are still resting, Zhang Nan also lowered his volume, and said, "I didn't expect you to be able to sleep so much. After getting off the plane, it will be more difficult to recover from the jet lag." ?”

The itinerary was long, and they booked business class. Although it was comfortable and quiet, Fu Yuzheng, a light sleeper, was able to sleep continuously for nearly ten hours on the plane. Nan never expected something.

He knew that he was exhausted during this time, working around the clock just to save time for this trip for two.

Some moved, more distressed.

Zhang Nan pressed the service light and asked the stewardess for a glass of warm water. Fu Yuzheng drank it slowly and woke up.

It was still dark night outside the cabin. Looking down, one could only vaguely discern the city lights flickering in the sky. Until this time, a kind of ambivalence similar to "really coming back" gradually became clear. .

Zhang Nan paid attention to his expression, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

"Not bad." Fu Yuzheng said, "At least it's not as bad as I imagined."

Maybe it's a different mood.

Whether he is going home or going, this time he is accompanied by someone.

Chinese and English broadcasts sounded in the cabin. After a while, the plane began to pitch down. After a long flight, they finally landed at Heathrow Airport.

London's winter is slightly different from the temperature in China. It is also cold, but the air is more humid and warm.After picking up their suitcases, they took an airport taxi to the city center. The hotel Fu Yuzheng had booked in advance was on the left bank of the Thames.

Regarding the matter of staying in a hotel instead of at home... Although Zhang Nan understands Fu Yuzheng's emotions, but after all, it is such a big event as "meeting the parents", he is still worried about what is wrong. On the way to the hotel, he I couldn't help but confirm to him again: "Is it really okay for us to be like this, will it appear that I'm a little... disrespectful? And we're back for Christmas, Christmas Eve... really don't need to be at home to accompany—"

"No need." Fu Yuzheng squeezed his fingertips, and said softly, "It's always been like this before, and my father... is not a person who has a high demand for company."

Just like himself.

Moreover, he chose to live in a hotel not far from his home. Firstly, it was out of habit, and more importantly, he took care of Zhang Nan's emotions.

After all, when he came back this time, unstable factors still existed. Even if he knew how to restrain himself, if there was any unhappiness between him and Fu Xueyan, he didn't want Zhang Nan to be in it, and he was in an awkward dilemma.

There are still two days until Christmas, but the cheerful atmosphere along the way is already very strong. Christmas trees full of colorful lights can be seen everywhere on both sides of the city roads, and neon lights are shining on the glass windows of shops along the street, with soft snow-white wings. The little angel is spray-painted, with a cute and quiet face.

There was a heavy snowfall in the downtown area not long ago, and the whole city was white and warm. The two tones of strong red and pure white were intertwined, creating a warm and noisy pre-holiday atmosphere.

After arriving at the hotel, they checked in and went back to the room.

There was a seven-hour time difference, but Zhang Nan was probably so excited that he didn't sleep or talk all the way, and he still didn't feel sleepy or tired.

After taking a hot bath, he sat on the edge of the bed in his pajamas, and took out the gift for Fu Xueyan and Fu Yuzheng's... prospective stepmother from the suitcase, rubbed it repeatedly, and thought in secret.

After they landed, they talked with Fu Xueyan on the phone and made an appointment to go home tomorrow morning, but at this moment, Zhang Nan became inexplicably nervous again.

Fu Yuzheng sat by the bed behind him, helplessly blowing his hair. After the hair dryer stopped humming, he finally couldn't help complaining: "It's such a well-known famous painting, it's almost like toilet paper."

Zhang Nan curled his lips and turned to ask him: "Do you think Professor Zhang is reliable? Uncle is a professional psychiatrist with typical rational thinking logic. He really likes this Chinese painting that normal people can't see what he wants to express. ? Can you really feel his feelings in this little bit of ink painting?"

"Yes." Fu Yuzheng reassured him for the countless times, "Whoever said that doctors can only be rational and cold, and they can't appreciate your artist's endless twists and turns, is too one-sided."

Zhang Nan was silent for two seconds, and rebutted him with reason: "You are."

"..." Fu Yuzheng choked for a moment, feeling that this reason was too sufficient, and he really had no way to justify it. After thinking about it, he put down the hair dryer, pulled him from the floor to the bed, and said calmly——

"My aesthetics are quite unique, and I can't appreciate the tenderness of painters, but..."

Zhang Nan: "But what?"

Fu Yuzheng said with a low smile, "I can appreciate a painter with a tender heart."

Zhang Nan: "..."

I was stunned for a second, let me think about the difference.

After a while, the little artist who had reacted instantly frowned, his face was as bright as a rosy glow, and he gritted his teeth and angrily said: "Fu Xiaozheng, you are finished!"

Which one is alluding to, what is the connotation, and who is taking advantage of it!

You are so bad, this doctor, you are too much, hello!

The author has something to say: Zhang Xiaonan: ...After all, I underestimated you.

Fu Xiaozheng: Nonsense, where is it so small?

Nineteen: ... I'm still a child, hey!

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