Hold on, you can't bend!

Zhang Nan has always been a man of action. Since he said he was getting married in front of Fu Yuzheng's mother's grave, after returning to China, he began to make preparations non-stop.

However, after a long period of shock, Dr. Fu finally came back to his senses as if waking up from a dream——

Marriage is completely fine, but... Shouldn't he be the one to mention it?

The little painter didn't care much about this: "You took the opportunity to confess, what's wrong with me for such a big event as marriage?"

Fu Yuzheng pondered for a moment and asked, "Is that you marrying, or me marrying?"

Zhang Nan didn't notice for a while: "Of course it's me—damn, do we need to fight and have a contest to recruit relatives?"

Fu Yuzheng pinched his angry cheek and laughed loudly.

As for the important matter of marriage, it is only the basic condition for two people to decide, and the top priority is to inform both parents.

So, on a bright morning in the depths of winter, Zhang Nan and Fu Yuzheng returned to Zhang Nan's parents' home with the gifts they had prepared. The first sentence the little artist said when they entered the door was a rainbow-like announcement: "There is good news to let you know." , we are getting married!"

Professor Zhang, who was still holding a newspaper in his hand: "..."

Boss Qin, who was still wearing an apron, said, "..."

The atmosphere froze for a while, Qin Youzhi was the first to react, and pulled them to sit on the sofa, excitedly not knowing what to say.

Zhang Nan and Fu Yuzheng answered every question. It took a long time before they realized that the old father on the other side was unusually quiet. Zhang Nan leaned over, touched his father's arm, and asked with a smile, "What are you doing, old man?" , I was so happy that I fell silent and cried? Don't you want to say something?"

"What else can I say?" Zhang Mowen shook his head with a smile, pointed to the "four big samples" that Fu Yuzheng brought in front of him in accordance with local customs, and sighed with a smile, "Yuzheng's wedding gifts have been delivered to my door, and I I can only bear the pain and give up my son to him, but let me say it first, I don’t have after-sales service, and once sold, I will not return it.”

Fu Yuzheng smiled but said nothing.

Zhang Nan laughed heartlessly.

Smiling and laughing, only to be belatedly realize something was wrong——

Marriage proposal, bride price?

This damn... Ganqing has gone full circle, he is still the one to marry!

Before leaving his parents' house that day, Zhang Mowen still hesitated and asked: "Of course we have no objection if you want to get married, but Nannan, your mother's side..."

On the second day after returning from England, Zhang Nan confessed all about his poetry practice. However, after a long silence, Professor Zhang did not have any other extreme reactions except for sighing "Fate is impermanent".

After all, the family is happy and harmonious now, and all the things in the past have long gone with the wind.

Fu Yuzheng opened his mouth first, and replied, "I'll take care of it at my house, don't worry."

And when he said this, Zhang Mowen no longer had any worries.

When he got home that day, Fu Yuzheng dialed Fu Xueyan's phone number, and a few words were regarded as notifications. His attitude was not tough, but there was absolutely no room for change.

Just like what Fu Yuzheng said: "I have no right to interfere with how you and her view the matter between me and the South, but this is our decision. Even if you don't agree with it, I hope you can at least respect it."

Fu Xueyan was deeply silent.

However, unexpectedly, that night, they received a call back from Shi Shi.

When the overseas video call came, Fu Yuzheng glanced at Zhang Nan, who was nestling on the sofa with a laptop and writing the script of a new comic, from the corner of his eyes, got up, walked to the side, and pressed the connect button.

Xi Shi's face appeared on the screen, and the sadness and sorrow at the time of parting quietly disappeared, replaced by her bright smile like when she was young, she greeted with a smile, and said straight: "Yu Zheng, I wish you a happy wedding in advance."

"..." Fu Yuzheng took a rare choke before saying, "Thank you."

"Where's Nannan? I want to say a few words to you two."

Zhang Nan, who had put down his notebook as soon as he heard Xishi's voice, got up slowly and walked over calmly.

In the video, the three of them faced each other across the air. Xi Shi looked at them with a smile, repeated what he said just now, and added a sentence: "You should be well and be happy."

"Today, Uncle Fu told me the news, and we discussed it. I hope you...can go back to the UK to register."

Zhang Nan asked without expression: "Do you want a double happiness?"

Xi Shi laughed and shook her head: "No, your uncle and I will not get involved in your young people's affairs!"

Zhang Nan's expression finally changed slightly, as if not sure, but also as if hesitating: "You..."

"We've been together for so many years. It doesn't seem to be that important to have that registration certificate." Xi Shi sighed softly, her tone didn't seem to be a deliberate fulfillment, but rather relieved, saying, "Although You may not care, and whether we register or not will not have any real impact on your relationship, but..."

"After all, we Chinese pay attention to perfection. I don't want to cause any knots in your hearts because of this incident."

Her son, she already owes a lot, and from now on, she only wants him to go well and be satisfied in every way.

And I have been waiting for more than ten years, and at the moment before my wish is about to come true, I am willing to let go.

Xi Shi smiled gently and said, "I don't know how to make up for the previous guilt, and I don't dare to expect your forgiveness, but——this is all the blessings that an unqualified mother can give you."

Zhang Nan's eyes flickered, staring at the face on the screen for a long time without saying a word, until Fu Yuzheng beside him patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, and then said softly: "Although I really don't care much, but... Thanks."

Family affection makes the heart warm, but love makes the heart soft.

When the dust settled, the Spring Festival arrived in a blink of an eye.

Years later, in addition to devoting himself more wholeheartedly to the finishing work of the new comic, Zhang Nan also had another big thing to worry about.

He and Fu Yuzheng sold all of their two residences in this city, and then bought a new...wedding room in a middle location close to Zhang Mowen's house and Qinghai Hospital.

The Xinjia community is an existing house that has already been launched. After completing the preliminary procedures and all the procedures, two months after the Lunar New Year, in a season of warm spring, their names will be engraved in the form of real estate co-owners on the same real estate certificate.

Zhang Nan, Fu Yuzheng.

Holding the real estate certificate, the little painter smiled like a two hundred and five who had never seen the world.

His doctor Fu leaned over and lightly pecked his lips.

And the next step is the lengthy and troublesome new home decoration link.

For the decoration, Zhang Nan's interest is obviously much higher than that of buying a house at the beginning.

On the eve of buying a house, his new work is coming to an end. He spends every day in front of the easel or computer, or communicates with the team in comics to confirm the details. As for where to buy the house, what type of apartment, how the property of the community is, etc., he has no time to worry about it. , Fu Yuzheng could only worry about it after work.

But now when it comes to the decoration process, the little painter's artistic cells are fully activated again, with a new idea every day and a new plan every week.

It is a pity that Fu Yuzheng ruthlessly rejected the proposal of "mixing the Caribbean style with the pastoral tone and highlighting the French sentiment in the new Chinese style".

Dr. Fu said: "Put away your unrealistic mix-and-match styles that normal families would not choose, and let the design company survive."

Dr. Fu said he was right, Zhang Nan had no choice but to finally agree to the "simple European style" which in the eyes of the little painter had the least artistic beauty.

"Then I will apply to reserve a separate guest bedroom!"

Fu Yuzheng asked, "Why?"

Zhang Nan plausibly said: "In the future, if there is any friction in our married life, you can go to the guest room!"

Doctor Fu said, "Impossible."

junior Painter:"???"

Zhang Nan was deeply moved and asked, "Is it impossible to quarrel?"

Fu Yuzheng said: "It is impossible for me to sleep in the guest room."

Zhang Nan: "..."

I was so shameless that I was speechless.

"It's normal to have differences, and you can calm down with each other, but I don't accept sleeping separately when you get angry. This is not the correct way to resolve conflicts, and—"

Fu Yuzheng leaned closer with a smile, and whispered in his ear: "Don't let your husband enter the bedroom when you get angry, what a savage wife does?"

Zhang Nan's expression was stunned, but it didn't prevent his face from turning red suddenly: "You damn—who do you call your wife!"

"No one." With a smile in his eyes, Fu Yuzheng stood up straight, and said calmly, "I'm talking too fast, hubby."

Zhang Nan: "..."

What the fuck?

There was a sudden force like wind and bamboo coming from behind, Fu Yuzheng was caught off guard, and before he could turn around, a person rushed up from his back, Zhang Nan wrapped his neck around his neck, suppressed his voice, and said in a low voice: "Go back to the room."

Fu Yuzheng turned the man on his back with his backhand, and asked, "Sleep now?"

"Don't sleep." Zhang Nan said, "My husband applied for today's 'little friction before marriage'."

Fu Yuzheng couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Then he lifted his feet and carried him back to the bedroom, where he fell overlappingly into the middle of the big bed.

All in all, after one, two, and many times of "friction", the little painter was willing to accept his fate.

Forget it, there is no room without a room.

For the sake of Fu Yuzheng's preparation of an independent studio for him, he is generous and doesn't care about it.

Hey, who made him her husband?

The renovation period of the new house was three months, and it was ventilated for another three months. At the end of summer of that year, they moved to a new house.

In addition to their parents, Lin Jie, Jiang He and other friends also came to "build a new warm house" for them. A dozen or so people gathered around the spacious and bright restaurant and ate hot pot around the dining table.

They are all familiar old friends, and the atmosphere is naturally active and relaxed, but Fu Yuzheng occasionally raises his eyes and glances inadvertently, and Zhang Nan and Jiang He in his sight are always together, whispering "unspeakable secrets" " shape.

Fu Yuzheng lowered his eyebrows and thought to himself.

Gathered until midnight, everyone congratulated again and returned home while enjoying themselves. Before going out, Jiang He, who was already drunk, held Fu Yuzheng's hand and burst into tears: "Doctor Fu, our family Nannan will be handed over to you. Treat him well, be gentle when beating him, try not to slap him in the face... woo woo woo, thank you from our natal family!"

Zhang Nan: "..."

God's uncle's natal family is very spiritual.

Fu Yuzheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and just asked: "...your family Nannan?"

Swept by Fu Yuzheng's half-smile eyes, Jiang He immediately sobered up and said: I'm talking nonsense, it's not because I drank too much!

Then Lin Jie, who drove up without a drink, took him out the door.

After everyone dispersed, Fu Yuzheng returned to the dining room and saw Zhang Nan, who was humming a ditty with agitated expression on his face, clearing the table alone, so he pulled a chair over and sat beside him.

"Huh?" Zhang Nan was quite surprised, and asked suspiciously: "You just watch, don't you want to help?"

Fu Yuzheng: "I don't want to, I won't help."

"Tsk, what kind of family consciousness." Zhang Nan laughed, "You can't bear it any longer. It would be great if you persist in this bad habit until after registration. If you just confess now, you won't be afraid that I will regret the marriage temporarily."

Fu Yuzheng also laughed, and tapped on the table with his fingers: "Then, did you secretly discuss this plan with Jiang He during the meal?"

"Huh?" Zhang Nan put down the dish in his hand, "What's the matter, what do you mean?"

Fu Yuzheng went straight to the point: "I've been watching you two whispering all night, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Nan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into a "puchi" laugh: "Hey, hey, it's not enough, what about giving each other absolute space and freedom as agreed? And you are too unprofessional to be so jealous. It's not serious enough."

Fu Yuzheng laughed, scratched his chin with his fingers, and asked, "Is there anything you can't tell me?"

"No, of course not." Zhang Nan laughed, "It's the final draft of my new work, and now I'm entering the design and layout stage. When this part of the work is completed, it can be printed and published."

Fu Yuzheng was slightly taken aback.

Since Zhang Nan's condition has improved, especially after he fully recovered, for such a long time, except for regularly going to the kindergarten to give three art classes to the children every week, he spends all his spare time painting. Before that, he spent most of his time in the The small studio in his apartment, after the apartment was sold, the balcony of Fu Yuzheng's house became his exclusive studio.

Dr. Fu believes that he is dedicated to the essential work, but for a long time, he has seen a kind of enthusiastic pursuit of his favorite career in Zhang Nan.

Now, the originally exhausted and dead inspiration not only started a prairie fire again, but also burned him more and more brilliantly.

Fu Yuzheng shook his hand and said, "Mr. Zhang, congratulations."

"Yeah!" Zhang Nan nodded with a smile, reached out to rub his hair, "Good boy!"

Fu Yuzheng thought for a while and asked, "Would it be an honor to be the first reader of your new work?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Nan pursed his lips, smiled mysteriously, and said: "Wait a little longer, you... When the time is right, there will be surprises."

Fu Yuzheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

His little painter is always so eccentric and doesn't play cards according to routines.

So, when is this "ripe time"?

Fu Yuzheng just smiled and said nothing, and he will always see through this person without telling the truth.

Probably, just wait for the day when they officially register for marriage.

The author has something to say: Zhang Xiaonan: I am my husband!Doctor Fu said it himself!So he married me!

Fu Xiaozheng: ...It's so easy to cheat, but how can it be done?

Nineteen: Tomorrow the chapter will end, everyone will watch!

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