There will be thunderstorms in Mincheng in the next few days, the sun is covered by dark clouds, the temperature does not decrease at all, and the tide is humid and sultry.

The Cen family is like the weather outdoors, shrouded in low atmospheric pressure.

Cen Yan deliberately took a day off at home to prevent Fang Tingfeng from taking Cen Yu out without authorization.

Cen Yu didn't know what happened last night, so before eating, he put the felt made yesterday into a canvas bag by hand and carried it downstairs.

The whole lunch can be described as dull, Cen Yan's mood is very bad, and he can see it with a clear eye. Fang Tingfeng hadn't said a word to him since last night, and the two fell into a cold war.

Cen Mu's mood was also not good, and she left the restaurant without eating too much.

Cen Yan put down the dishes and chopsticks and said, "Xiao Xiao, the weather is bad today, you can paint at home." ”

Fang listened to Feng eating rice and didn't look up.

Cen Ji remembered the agreement with Ren Jiayi and said, "I'm going to the Academy of Fine Arts." ”

"It was cloudy outside and the studio was not well lit. Cen Yan lowered his voice, as if communicating with a child, "You are obedient." ”

Cen Qi didn't answer, and after eating, he sat under the Portuguese shelf at the door with a canvas bag on his back and waited for Fang Feng to listen to Feng, and it was clear that he was going to the Academy of Fine Arts.

Fang Tingfeng couldn't bear it, and took the initiative to discuss it with Cen Yan. Cen Yan ignored her with a cold look, she could only give up, walked under the Portuguese grape shelf and said, "Xiao Xiao, we won't go to the Academy of Fine Arts today, let's paint at home." ”

"Why?" Cen was puzzled, "I want to go to the Academy of Fine Arts." ”

Fang Tingfeng was in a dilemma, and his heart was very uncomfortable.

Cen Yan walked to the courtyard and said, "Teacher Zheng called me to inform me that your School of Modeling will start renovating the studio next week. The building is closed today. She lets you create at home. ”

"How can you deceive ......" Fang listened to Feng's words before he finished speaking, and was interrupted by Cen Yan.

"I bought a new canvas in the morning to frame it and put it in your studio. Cen Yan said to Cen Yan with a pleasant face, and said to her in a coaxing tone: "Before the new semester starts, let's paint at home, okay?"

Cen Yu held the canvas bag silently.

"Cen Yan ......"

Cen Yan interrupted Fang Tingfeng again: "Your sister-in-law has been publishing a manuscript recently, and she is very busy. You give her a break. When school starts, she will send you to the Academy of Fine Arts. ”

Cen Qi raised his eyebrows and looked at Fang Tingfeng, as if he was asking about the truth of what Cen Yan said with his eyes.

Fang Tingfeng really couldn't bear to deceive her, and said to Cen Yan: "How can you deceive people?"

"Where did I lie to her?" Cen Yan replied without changing his face, "Xiao Ji can ask Teacher Zheng if you don't believe it." ”

"Teacher Zheng must have colluded with you, is it useful for her to ask?" Fang Tingfeng really didn't expect Cen Yan to lie to Cen Yan, this is a matter of principle.

"Oh, I'm lying, but what about your behavior?" Cen Yan asked in a cold voice as he walked under the grape shelf. "You let Xiao Yu contact outsiders at will behind my back, do I want to hold you responsible. ”

Fang listened to Feng's loss, and was so stunned that he couldn't speak. She suspected that Cen Yan deliberately tricked Cen Yu into showing her, so that she could feel the taste of being deceived.

Cen Yan finally mentioned Ren Jiayi and said to Cen Yu: "That person may not have good intentions when he contacts you, you don't want to go to the Academy of Fine Arts recently." Brother is for your good. ”

Cen Yu immediately turned his head to look at Fang Tingfeng, pinched the canvas bag on his shoulder and asked, "Didn't we say that we wouldn't tell my brother?"

"I ......" Fang Tingfeng was speechless when she was asked, especially when she was stared at by Cen Qi's injured deer, she felt even more guilty.

"You actually taught Xiao Yu to lie?" Cen Yan's face was gloomy, and his tone was a little colder, "I see that you let that food delivery person bewitch." How much good he has given you, you do such a thing. ”

"Don't go too far. Fang Tingfeng and Cen Yan have not blushed after being married for so many years, and this time they are quite chilling.

"Keep that to yourself. Cen Yan ignored her anymore, took Cen Yan's arm and forcibly took her to the studio on the third floor, and hung Fang Tingfeng in the courtyard.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was drizzling and the light was even darker.

The studio on the third floor was not lit, and Cen Qi stood in front of the bay window and stared at the raindrops sliding on the branches, distracted.

Fang Tingfeng entered the door with a cup of hot cocoa, turned on the light and walked to the easel.

Cen Qi was not in the mood to paint today, and the whole canvas was messed up with a scraper, but Fang Tingfeng could vaguely see an outline. It was the profile of someone's face, hidden in a blue-gray and purple-gray patch.

Although the lines are simple, Fang Tingfeng can guess Ren Jiayi painted by Cen Qi.

"Xiao Qi?" Fang listened to Feng's soft call, with a little caution.

Cen Qi looked out the window and did not respond.

Fang Tingfeng felt a little worried while feeling guilty, afraid that Cen Qi would be separated from him because of this matter. She sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry, Xiao Ji. I didn't do it properly. I didn't tell your brother about this, but your brother was worried......"

"Are you finished?" Cen Yan appeared at the door, his face holding back anger. "I hope this matter ends here, and you don't talk about that person again in front of Xiao Ji. Also, don't disturb Xiao Xiao lately, let her stay by herself for a while. ”

"You mean to keep me away from Xiao Qi?" Fang Tingfeng smiled angrily, "Do you mean that?"

"You can understand it that way. Cen Yan didn't deny it, and stood at the door to make way, meaning to let Fang Tingfeng come out quickly.

Years of care and hard work were all in vain, Fang Tingfeng couldn't hold back anymore, and quarreled with Cen Yan for the first time since marriage.

"Cen Yan, ask yourself. Have you ever had a bad time with Xiao Yu all the years since I married you?" Fang Tingfeng's expression was slightly cold, he dropped the plate containing hot cocoa, and asked, "Why are you talking to me with such an attitude!"

"You don't know Xiao Yu's previous illness at all, so you make an assertion!" Cen Yan replied coldly, "We want her to stay peaceful, but you are adding to the chaos!"

The two quarreled and quarreled, alarming Cen Mu, who was resting in the afternoon.

Cen Mu was about to walk up the stairs on the third floor, and heard Cen Yu shouting: "You go out, I don't want to see you!"

With a thud, Hot Coco was thrown out of the studio and smashed against the opposite wall, a large piece of the fluffy carpet dirty.

Fang Tingfeng was frightened and exclaimed, fortunately she was pulled away by Cen Yan, otherwise Hot Coco would have smashed on her.

"Xiao Yu!" Cen Yan was furious, "What are you doing here!"

Cen Qi met his angry gaze directly, and his cold and detached appearance diluted his annoyance. The signs are wrong.

Mother Cen hurriedly went upstairs to pull the couple away, closed the door of the studio, and said angrily: "What are you two arguing about in front of her!

"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't control it just now. Fang listened to Feng apologize first, and was shocked. She had never seen Cen Qi lose such a temper.

"It's all a good thing you did!" Cen Yan said with an angry eyebrow, and went straight downstairs.

There were a few sounds of things falling to the ground in the studio, Fang Tingfeng was really frightened, and wanted to go in again to have a look, she was afraid that Cen Qi would be injured.

Cen Mu was very familiar with Cen Qi's actions, and stopped Fang Tingfeng and said, "Let's not disturb her these days, she needs to calm down by herself." She can smash it if she wants, you leave her alone. ”

"What if she hurts herself. Fang Tingfeng didn't understand Cen Mu's way of dealing with it.

"She needs to vent. If you don't let her smash it, she will become irritable and even hurt herself. Cen Mu didn't want to say this, but Fang Tingfeng had no idea about Cen Qi's condition at all. She said in a deep voice: "Xiao Xiao just smashed the whole house, and I don't want her to take those medicines anymore." ”

Fang Tingfeng didn't expect things to become so serious, so he stopped talking and was dragged downstairs by Cen Mu.

For the next three days, Cen Yu got up and went into the studio and didn't come out. Fang Tingfeng occasionally heard the sound of smashing things upstairs, but Cen Mu didn't let her go up to see it, and the meal was also delivered by Cen Mu. Cen Yan's mother only told Cen Yan that the paintings in the studio had become gray and weird again.

Cen Yan felt that Cen Ji would be fine in a few days, after all, Cen Yu had only seen Ren Jiayi a few times, so he would not be affected so much. Cen Mu went to the third floor every half an hour during the day to have a look, and Cen Yan guarded at night to prevent Cen Yan from acting out of line. However, after a day, Cen Qi's painting became more strange, and Cen Mu's mother was uneasy.

It rained for several days, the road surface was damp and wet, and the gray tone of the Academy of Fine Arts was extremely dull under the layers of dark clouds.

Nanzi came to the Academy of Fine Arts to monitor the progress for a few days, and the students asked him why Ren Jiayi didn't come, and he said that Ren Jiayi would not come in the future.

At this time, Ren Jiayi was eating instant noodles in the studio and answering Yuan Mulei's call.

Yuan Mulei closed the door of the office, flipped through the case and asked, "Why don't you hurry up and buy a ticket to come back?"

"Buy today. Ren Jiayi took two mouthfuls, "Don't worry, I will definitely go back." I had a holiday with my dad, not with my grandfather. ”

"Hey, you kid. Yuan Mulei put aside the medical records to teach her son, "That's your father, you have a holiday." Filial piety comes first, the most basic truth is for you to eat? You hurry up and come back to me, don't learn the good ones outside, and learn the bad ones. And do you eat instant noodles? Is that good?"

"Ouch mom, it's almost there. Ren Jiayi was almost choked on his face, "When I was at home, you kept nagging, I finally came out, and you kept nagging." Can I go back? Besides, I haven't been in conflict with my dad for a day or two, don't you know? ”

Yuan Mulei was so worried about the anxious relationship between father and son that she couldn't sleep, rubbed her temples and said, "Your father has that temper and doesn't listen to what he says." He's not just talking about you. None of his students were criticized by him. You're his son, and he's not strict with you. ”

"Come on, can that be the same?" Ren Jiayi put down his lower and complained, "He scolded his student for making mistakes, and he scolded me for questioning my surgical plan." I don't understand why I have to listen to him. He's always the guiding light, and when he doesn't make a mistake?"

"You're right, your dad hasn't made a mistake in decades of medical practice. Yuan Mulei was proud of her husband's business ability, "You have to admit it." ”

"Cut, your wife is always the best. Ren Jiayi finished drinking the soup and threw the instant noodles into the trash, "I'll go back the afternoon after tomorrow, but I won't go home to live, so don't talk about it." Otherwise, I will secretly go back and you will not see me. ”

"You're really a wrongdoer!" Yuan Mulei unconsciously spoke a little louder, her eyes widened, and then she thought of her son's stubbornness, and immediately eased her tone: "Okay, I won't talk to you." If you can come back for your grandfather's birthday. ”

"Well, I've got a hang beforehand. ”

"Hey, wait. Yuan Mulei hurriedly stopped him, "If your father says anything about you, you can just listen." He's old, you let him go. And what happened before ......"

"Don't talk about the past, I'm disturbed. Ren Jiayi took the water and rinsed his mouth, and said: "He has to seek truth from facts when he is old." I look at my grandfather's face, as long as he doesn't talk about the old things again, I can't clash with him head-on. That's it, I'm hanging. ”

"Don't ......" Yuan Mulei didn't finish speaking, and the phone hung up. She stared at the call time displayed on her mobile phone, exhaled deeply, and said to herself: "Can you live a good life this day, no one in the old and young is worrying." ”

The moderate rain outside the large floor-to-ceiling window turned into light rain, Ren Jiayi walked to the single sofa by the window and sat down, looking at the rain flowing on the stone slab.

He took half a month off, didn't go to the Academy of Fine Arts or the fast food restaurant dormitory, and stayed in the new office and never went out. I don't know if it's because of the gloomy weather, he doesn't want to talk much.

Nanzi came back and saw him sitting by the window in a daze, poured a cup of hot tea and put it on the table, and asked him: "Since you told me that you didn't go to the Academy of Fine Arts, you have been in a bad mood all day long, should you like Cen Qi?"

"I don't know. Ren Jiayi threw back these three words, his expression was faint, and people couldn't see his thoughts.

Nanzi also didn't understand him, "If you tell people about the situation in your family, I don't believe that her family will stop you from seeing Cen Qi." ”

"Why did I see her?" Ren Jiayi asked rhetorically, explaining for no reason: "I may be an occupational disease offender who should not be." ”

Nanzi wanted to say a few words, but in the end there was no squeak. Ren Jiayi attributed his help and concern to Cen to the doctor's occupational illness. Nanzi didn't believe it, and he didn't want to debunk it, because he felt that Ren Jiayi and Cen Qi were not suitable.

The rain of midsummer comes and ends quickly. On a rainy day, the sun is shining again.

Fang Tingfeng was drying the wet clothes that had been hanging at home a few days ago on the roof balcony, and when he went back to the third floor and passed by the studio, he found that it was empty. She secretly felt that something was wrong, and she searched the house but didn't find Cen Qi, so she ran to Cen Mu's room and said nervously: "Xiao Qi is gone!"