The reflection of the window was mottled with the shadows of the trees, and Ren Jiayi's face was not very clear from the outside, but he clearly felt that Cen Jiayi's gaze was glued to him.

Why is Cen Qiu here?

Ren Jiayi sat up and swept around the parking area, but found no one else. Cen Qi didn't seem to have any disgust or hostility. He opened the door and got out of the car.

This is a newly built creative park in Mincheng, divided into several areas, and the road is winding and winding. It's easy for first-time visitors to find the north.

Ren Jiayi walked under the plane tree, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, looked at the time, and asked Cen Qi: "Why are you here, come by yourself?"

Cen Qi raised his head and stared at him, silent.

Ren Jiayi didn't feel the temperature rise after the rain stopped, but felt that it was unusually cool under the tree, thanks to Cen Qi's cold eyes.

Don't look at Cen Yu's gentle and docile appearance, when she stares at others, it is comparable to an air-conditioned room below 18 degrees, and her heart is cold.

Ren Jiayi and Cen Qi looked at each other for a moment, and then changed their words helplessly and apologized: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that about you that day." ”

Cen Qi looked at him, but still didn't say anything.

She's still angry. Ren Jiayi could only make this judgment through her expression, and couldn't help asking, "You hate me very much?"

The wind blew the leaves and swayed, but Cen Yu still didn't speak.

Ren Jiayi can empathize with the frustration of the anemic model at the moment, and it is really difficult to say a word to Cen Qi. He even admired Yuan Weijun. The unreliable uncle has been able to devote himself to the education of special groups for many years, and he has to be patient.

"Xiao Xiao. A few meters away, on the second floor, a male voice was shouting Cen Qi.

Ren Jiayi followed the prestige, and a tall man who was three points similar to Cen Qi quickly walked down the stairs to the bottom of the tree.

Cen Qi didn't look back, looked down at Ren Jiayi's fingers, and then raised his hand to observe the bone joints.

Ren Jiayi's hand is slender, the palm is not thick, and it is a bit similar to Cen Qi's hand, but it is larger than Cen Qi's hand.

As soon as Cen Yan stepped into the shade of the tree, he pulled Cen Qi behind him, and asked Ren Jiayi in a slightly impulsive tone: "Who are you?"

Ren Jiayi watched Cen Qi being dragged away, raised his eyebrows, but replied politely: "You are Cen Qi's brother?"

"Yes, who are you?" Cen Yan repeated, blocking Cen Yan tightly.

"Hello. I have cooperated with Professor Zheng, so we can be regarded as friends. Professor Zheng should have mentioned me to you. Ren Jiayi said briefly.

Since Professor Zheng said that he would give feedback to the Cen family about Cen Qi's situation at school, he must have mentioned him to Cen Yan.

Cen Yan relaxed his guard, took a good look at Ren Jiayi, and asked again, "Why are you here?" "There's a kind of posture that doesn't ask clearly.

Ren Jiayi could be regarded as personally feeling the tension of the Cen family towards Cen Qi, so he simply reported it from beginning to end: "I have an office here, specializing in art agent sales. I had just returned from signing a contract with Professor Zheng's students at the Academy of Fine Arts, and I overslept in the car and woke up to see Cen Qiu outside the car. I got out of the car and asked if she had come by herself. It's almost five o'clock now. ”

The implication is that he is also concerned about Cen Yudu, and he is still not going home in the east of the city.

Cen Yan is not an unreasonable person, and after making sure that Ren Jiayi has no bad intentions, he said, "I'm sorry." I chatted with the gallery manager for a while, and when I turned around, I couldn't see where Xiao Qi had gone. She's slow to judge people, and I've been a little too aggressive. ”

No matter how Ren Jiayi listened, he felt that Cen Yan's words were not in his ears, especially when Cen Yan said this in front of Cen Yan, even if Cen Yan said the truth. He replied, "It's okay. ”

Cen Qi didn't care what her brother said, and when she heard Ren Jiayi say that it was almost five o'clock, she tugged on her brother's clothes. "Let's go home. ”

It is an hour's drive from the east of the city to the west of the city, and with the traffic jam, it takes nearly seven o'clock to get home. Cen Yan couldn't disrupt Cen Yu's schedule, so she promised her to drive, and asked Ren Jiayi before leaving: "I heard from Mr. Zheng that you are still delivering food at the Academy of Fine Arts?"

"My current job is to deliver meals, not only at the Academy of Fine Arts, but also at other schools. Ren Jiayi didn't know if Professor Zheng had told Cen Yan about his situation in detail, so in order to reassure Cen Yan, he answered truthfully.

Cen Yan looked at Ren Jiayi again, thinking that Ren Jiayi was about the same age as himself but had two not easy jobs, and said, "It's very hard." After he finished speaking, he took Cen Qi away.

Cen Ji only said one sentence from beginning to end, and he didn't tell Ren Jiayi if he really hated him, anyway, it was true that he didn't like to talk to Ren Jiayi.

Ren Jiayi looked at the backs of Cen Qi and Cen Yan walking away under the tree, thinking that Yuan Weijun's worries were purely superfluous, and Cen Qi didn't want to pay attention to him at all. Nanzi called him on the third floor on the south side of the square, and he went to the car and rolled up the window and went upstairs.

Cen Yan followed Cen Yan and looked back, Cen Yan just looked for the car and turned around to see her, and asked her, "Do you know him?"

Cen Qi looked back at his wind-blown hair and shook his head.

"If he wants to get close to you in the studio, you come back and talk to me, understand?" Cen Yan pressed the car key and opened the rear door.

Cen Yu walked over and sat in the car, and stretched out his hand towards Cen Yan: "Show me." ”

Cen Yan didn't understand, "What are you looking at?"

Cen Yan's gaze fell on Cen Yan's left hand, and Cen Yan thought she wanted to see the car keys, so he gave it to her. She grabbed Cen Yan's wrist and looked left and right, let go and said, "My brother's hand is not as good as his." ”

“......”

This is too much for Brother Dang.

Nanzi smoked at the window, watched Cen Yan's car drive out of the creative park, turned back to Ren Jiayi and said, "I just heard from the operation of the gallery in Area E that Cen Yan will hold an exhibition here next month, and someone from London will come to prepare." ”

"Really?" Ren Jiayi replied absentmindedly as he ate the pizza Nanzi ordered.

"Do you think we want to contact people from London and act as domestic middlemen for them to deal with Cen Qi's related matters in China. Nanzi took the last puff of her cigarette and snuffed out the list she had recently signed as she sat on the sofa. "I really don't want to give up the fat of Cen Qi, it's much better than us advertising outside. ”

"Speak civilly. Ren Jiayi took a sip of cold soda and raised his eyes to stare at Nanzi. "Why did the girl become your fat?"

Nan Zi let out a hey sigh and threw an ambiguous look, "What's the matter, do you like someone? ”

"I'm telling you not to dream. Ren Jiayi wiped her hands after eating the pizza, "She won't pay attention to you, and she can't let her family let her." We'll move out of here next month, so you might as well save some effort and find someone else. ”

"Oh yes. Nanzi got up and took a design draft from the table behind him and gave it to Ren Jiayi, "This is the drawing of our new office, you can see if there is anything that needs to be changed." If not, I'll let them work next week. ”

Ren Jiayi took it and flipped through it, and marked it with a mark, "Leave a room here, so that employees can live in the future." ”

"You said the two delivery people in the fast food restaurant?" Nanzi had seen Dabao and Xiaochuan once, and his impression was okay. "It's expensive for us to hire them now, and after a while, the company will be up. ”

"Well, I told them. Ren Jiayi packed the finished takeaway lunch box and threw it into the trash. The table is very clean, and there is not even a single rice residue left.

Nanzi was convinced that Ren Jiayi could live in a simple and unhygienic fast-food restaurant dormitory for more than half a year, and said with a smile: "I thought you had changed your cleanliness problem by living in that shabby dormitory." ”

Ren Jiayi went to the next room to rub hand sanitizer and flush the water, "I've changed enough." Let my mom know I'm eating pizza here, and she'll make my ears callous. ”

"Your family of doctors is very particular. Nanzi put away the drawings, and was very worried about something. "I tell you. Don't let your uncle abduct you back, I'll be finished. ”

"I've told you several times. Ren Jiayi dried his hands and came out to lie on the sofa and yawned, "I can't go back, you can rest assured." ”

"Just have your words. Nanzi stood up with the car keys, "The APP is almost ready, and the software company asked us to go and see the details." You have time to talk to me. I'll go back first, you remember to close the windows at night. ”

"Good. ”

Nanzi put away the drawings and didn't go to the door, Ren Jiayi fell asleep.

"Well, that's what I said. I don't know why you're following me. Nanzi went to close the window a little more, pulled the coat on the chair over Ren Jiayi, and said to himself: "Isn't it good to be a doctor?" ”

Ren Jiayi was so tired that he couldn't hear Nanzi's words at all, and slept until eight o'clock the next day. If Nanzi hadn't come early in the morning to get the information, he would have missed the delivery. This day is also the day of the cool summer lunch activity he made with his boss, which is specially for graduate school entrance examination and office people, enough for him to work all morning. In the afternoon, he had to go to the studio to keep an eye on the progress with the students, and he didn't have time to eat breakfast, so he went back to the dormitory to take a shower and deliver food.

The meteorological station issued another high temperature warning, and the sun was scorching. Cen Yan didn't want Cen Yu to go to the Academy of Fine Arts. Cen Yu didn't speak when he was eating breakfast, and after the meal, he waited under the grape trellis in the small courtyard at the door to listen to Feng. Cen Yan had no choice but to ask Fang Tingfeng to send Cen Yan to school.

Professor Zheng started his vacation today and was going to visit the children abroad, so he left a key for Cen Qi, and gave a spare key to the second-year student, telling the student to report to her at any time about Cen Qi's daily situation in the Academy of Fine Arts. Until the start of the new semester, Cen Yu was the only one in the studio to paint, and the other three second-year students were preparing the list signed with Nanzi in the small exhibition hall next door.

In the blink of an eye, Ren Jiayi shuttled between the east of the city and the city center, so busy that his feet did not touch the ground, and everyone was tanned. But no matter how busy he was, he would watch Cen create in the studio every afternoon, between 1:30 and 4 o'clock, for three weeks.

Compared with the previous sketches, Cen Qi's original works are more interesting. Each painting is her inner world.

Ren Jiayi sat on the painting bench at the base of the wall and observed silently. Cen Yu knew that he was in the studio but didn't pay attention to him until one day he didn't come.

It was a Saturday, and as soon as Cen entered the door, he found no one on the painting bench on the back wall of the studio, and stood at the door for a while before walking to the easel.

A piece of A4 paper is pasted under the easel, on which is a detailed and clear diagram of the structure of the heart with explanation.

Cen took off the A4 paper and looked at his own picture, and the heart on the canvas had no ventricular septum, and the pointed flaps were not drawn correctly.

The commentary was both in Chinese and English, and Cen Shu turned around and stared at the empty painting bench for a long time, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

The sight that stared at her every day was gone.