Hold on, you can't bend!

Fu Yuzheng had been sitting at the bar all the time, and he could see Zhang Nan waiting from the corner of his eye. Seeing him coming from the corner of his eye, he immediately got off the high chair, took out a few banknotes and put them on the bar. English said to the waiter: "Check out together with table B2."

When Zhang Nan came to him, without saying anything, he directly hugged him and strode out of the bar.

None of them stopped to look back.

It was still snowing outside.

It wasn't until he left the door and walked a few steps away that Fu Yuzheng asked softly, "Have you finished what you want to say?"

"It's over." Zhang Nan spat out a cloud of white mist, and all the emotions in his heart turned into a chuckle, "The rest, just love whoever, it has nothing to do with us."

Fu Yuzheng was silent for two seconds, understood what he meant, and replied: "That's right—then, do you want to go home?"

Zhang Nan smiled easily and said, "Going home? But today is Christmas Eve. It's a pity to leave now, right? I haven't felt the atmosphere of Christmas Eve abroad yet."

Seeing what he said, Fu Yuzheng couldn't help laughing: "Okay, then we'll stay and go back after the festival."

"Don't spoil me like this, it's easy to swell." Zhang Nan pulled him back and said, with a rare serious tone, "What about you, come back after a long time, is there anything else you want to do but haven't done?"

Fu Yuzheng's calm eyes fell lightly on his face, and after a while, he asked in a low voice: "If you have, will you accompany me?"

Zhang Nan shook his hand firmly and said, "I will accompany you whatever you want."

No matter where you go, as long as you say to go, I dare to arrive in the next second.

Sweet as sweet.

Starting from Christmas Eve, almost all shops, scenic spots, and all commercial places in the streets and alleys of London are closed. Except for necessary special duty vehicles, including city buses and subways, they have also been suspended one after another. There are almost no traffic people on the straight and wide roads. , Zhang Nan and Fu Yuzheng stood on the side of the street for a long time, until it was getting late, and finally waited for a taxi that was out of service and rushed home.

The driver saw them both standing on the side of the road, kindly lowered the window and asked them where they were going.

Coincidentally, it turned out to be in the same direction as his home, so he voluntarily asked them to get in the car and take them along for a ride.

This is simply the real version of the Gospel in the world.

After getting in the car, Zhang Nan and Fu Yuzheng thanked each other, and the car drove all the way to the outskirts of the city.

When they arrived at the destination, Fu Yuzheng insisted on paying the fare before they got off the bus, but the local taxi driver in London just laughed heartily, refused his fare and tip, and said, "God love the people of the world."

Fu Yuzheng stopped insisting and nodded his thanks.

It was cold and the snow was still falling.

The location they arrived at was a cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

The last ray of sunlight shone in front of the gate of the cemetery. Zhang Nan and Fu Yuzheng stood side by side. Afterwards, he took Fu Yuzheng's cold and hypothermic hand, squeezed it tightly as he had done before, and then closed his mouth. into his coat pocket.

Fu Yuzheng swept his eyes down and curled the corners of his mouth silently.

They held hands and walked deep down the wet cemetery corridor. On both sides of the corridor are scattered tombstones. There are unfamiliar faces on the tombstones, either young or old, or brand new and mottled. Yes, every photo is smiling, and in such a snowy evening, a scene of strange and harmonious tranquility is intertwined.

The evergreen bushes made the most verdant backdrop, and they stopped at a tombstone.

Zhang Nan glanced at Fu Yuzheng's expression at this time, then turned his head to look.

The body of the stele is dark marble, and there are light and dark patterns around it. Fu Yuzheng said that it symbolizes pure clouds.

Fu Yuzheng's mother's tombstone does not have any epitaph engraved on it, and the inscription that can represent the identity of the owner of this stone tomb is unique.

"My forever Love"

The inscription also has no name, only a simple English word.

"Yours"

Fu Yuzheng placed a handful of white daisies beside the tombstone, and said softly, "This is the promise my dad left her."

However, more than ten years have passed by, and the original oath still has some innocence, and I am afraid that even the parties have not been able to tell clearly.

Love is a matter of confusion and blindness.

Fu Yuzheng sat down in front of the tombstone, silently looking at the face on the tombstone, speechless for a long time.

Zhang Nan stood behind him, quietly lowering his eyes and waiting.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Nan asked, "Just... did you communicate with your aunt in this way before?"

Fu Yuzheng smiled lightly, but did not speak.

"You don't have much experience at first glance." Zhang Nan sat down beside him and said, "Then what, if you know what to say, I'll come first?"

Although he came to visit his mother, Fu Yuzheng didn't feel much sadness in his heart except for the deep nostalgia. After all, although his mother left him in a very tragic way, the time that accompanied him to grow up in the past was so warm and tender. soft.

That was all the tenderness left by his mother to Fu Yuzheng.

Fu Yuzheng looked at him in surprise, and asked, "Do you have experience?"

"It must be there!" Zhang Nan took out a men's handkerchief from his pocket and replied, "Only my grandpa and grandma loved me so much when they were alive, and then they left one after another, and the cemetery is in this city. As for me, as long as I feel unhappy, I will run to their graves and talk about it-why my father forced me to practice painting, my mother forced me to drink milk, I failed the exam, and I wore a mask at the signing to hide my face Being scolded for playing big cards... Anyway, there are too many of them."

With a little smile on his lips, Fu Yuzheng took the handkerchief in his hand, and continued what he did just now. When Zhang Nan's hand was empty, he heard Fu Yuzheng say, "Then come and show me."

"Okay." Zhang Nan clapped his hands, thought for a while, and introduced himself first to the woman with gentle and demure eyebrows in the small picture: "Hello, Auntie, I am Zhang Nan, your son's...boyfriend. "

Fu Yuzheng wiped the photo, with a smile on his fixed brows.

Zhang Nan tilted his head to think, and after a few seconds, he smiled and said, "Auntie, you are so beautiful."

The smile in Fu Yuzheng's eyes deepened.

As soon as Zhang Nan opened his mouth, he began to spout words without any psychological burden: "Today is Christmas Eve, and now the three of us are together, it's also a holiday."

"Your son is a man, although he has a cold personality, but he is very popular. You don't have to worry about it. Besides--I have a good personality, so let him be subtle, and leave him to me. Basically, you can sleep peacefully every day. , sure."

Fu Yuzheng wiped away the dust, folded the handkerchief in the palm of his hand, and went south quietly.

"As for me, although I don't dare to boast in front of you that I make his life as sweet as honey every day, at least I can assure you... Well, I usually try not to anger him as much as possible and let him go more."

Fu Yuzheng said in his heart, the more he talked about it, the more outrageous it became.

But it was amazing that the touch in my heart slowly relaxed inexplicably following his brisk tone.

Zhang Nan's final statement concluded: "In short, with me by his side, he is doing well, so you have to be well in heaven, and if you have nothing to do, you can walk on the clouds with the little angels, and treat it as a health care regimen." .”

Zhang Nan took a deep breath, and ended with a resounding sentence. It seemed to be addressed to the mother in the photo, and it seemed to be addressed to Fu Yuzheng, but it was more like a firm statement to himself: "I will give him happiness, don't worry."

Fu Yuzheng always had a smile on his lips, but his eyes turned red little by little.

"Hey, I'm done." Zhang Nan touched Fu Yuzheng's arm with his elbow, deliberately ignoring his red eyes, as if he couldn't see him, and continued the relaxed atmosphere: "You should compliment me to Auntie anyway." .”

Fu Yuzheng laughed, nodded and agreed.

But after being quiet for a long time, Fu Yuzheng still didn't say a word, until Zhang Nan sighed and was about to help him smooth things over in front of his mother, when he finally heard him speak in a low voice with an imperceptibly hoarse voice: "Mom, come back I'm late, sorry."

Maybe it’s because he’s not used to expressing his inner feelings so bluntly. Even in front of a small picture, Fu Yuzheng’s speech is always slow: “I live a good life. I don’t have many friends, but they are close enough. I have one lover, but I can be with you To the white head."

Zhang Nan was slightly taken aback, his heart softened.

Damn, or don't talk, if you say it is this level, if you cry in front of your mother-in-law, isn't it embarrassing?

——Oh no, should I be called "mother-in-law"?

"In the past, I always felt that I was not as lucky as others to be able to serve Yan Ci as an adult, but now it seems that I am narrow-minded."

"You are always by my side, right? You have been giving me protection, just like when I was a child, otherwise... I would not be so lucky to be able to meet Nan Nan in the vast floating world."

Zhang Nan: "..."

I'll go, brother, you should use the normal operation.

I can't hold back my fucking tears!

Fu Yuzheng sighed slightly, the sparkle in his eyes flashed away, he smiled slightly, and said goodbye gently.

"From the beginning to the end, your biggest wish is that I can be happier. Now you can rest assured that I am doing well and really happy."

"Mom, I will try my best to make myself happier than yesterday, and so will you."

"Let's bless each other and be safe, okay?"

There was no sound around, and there was no trace of falling snow, only the sound of wind passing by, rustling the bushes.

It seemed to be an ironic answer, and it seemed to be a gentle comfort.

The person in the photo always smiles at him.

No more regrets, Fu Yuzheng breathed a sigh of relief, then got up from the ground, stretched out a hand to Zhang Nan next to him, and said with a soft smile: "Okay, Mom let us go to the festival, let's go."

Zhang Nan held out his hand and stood up with his strength, and then Fu Yuzheng walked away from the tombstone one step ahead of him.

Zhang Nan stood where he was, looking at his tall and handsome back, and didn't move for a moment.

The person in sight was always calm and silent, but he left all the tenderness and care to him. In front of others, he was cold and unruly, but by his side, he was warm and gentle. They were so close that Zhang Nan once I think that I have seen all the faces of this person.

But just now in front of his mother's tombstone, Zhang Nan suddenly realized that he had noticed the unique aura in Fu Yuzheng that had been neglected before.

He is so powerful, but he is still pursuing the favor of longing for happiness.

Even if it's just a little bit of sweetness in his life, he can remember it for a long time.

So, is Fu Yuzheng happy now?

Perhaps yes, but Zhang Nan felt that it was not enough.

He wants to give him more than this.

He deserves the best.

Looking at the background of Fu Yuzheng walking away, Zhang Nan's heart moved slightly, and he didn't know what to think of, and suddenly called out to him——

"Fu Yuzheng!"

"Huh?" Fu Yuzheng paused slightly, turned around when he heard the sound, saw Zhang Nan still standing there, and said with a smile, "Why don't you leave, can't you bear it?"

Behind him was the sky in London at the end of December, the evening fell, the surroundings were dark, but against such a gloomy background, a faint light suddenly lit up in Zhang Nan's heart.

Fu Yuzheng's brows were still deep, and there was a faint smile in his eyes that would only show when he faced himself--a gentleness that made one's heart palpitate.

Zhang Nan suddenly felt that in life, the fate is unspeakable, however, all kinds of love and hate can be turned into illusions, and all kinds of scorching world scenery are not as good as the one he looked at himself when he looked back.

Then, let me be with you, let me love you.

Zhang Nan looked into his quiet and bright eyes and said——

"Let's get married."

The author has something to say: Zhang Xiaonan: ... Proposal, I am serious.

Fu Xiaozheng: ... grabbing lines again.

Nineteen: There are two more chapters to finish, I can't bear it, hey!

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