The red light is on, and a row of cars brakes neatly behind the white line.

Fang Tingfeng looked at Cen Qi from the rearview mirror, her eyes moved to the folded white paper in Cen Qi's hand, she pondered for a moment and asked, "Xiao Qi, the art exhibition will be held next Friday, have you chosen a good painting?" ”

"It's done. Cen Qi looked out the window and said.

"Your brother said there was still one left. Fang Tingfeng looked back at the blank piece of paper and asked quietly, "This is the list you wrote?"

Cen Yu pinched the A4 paper and thought about it with low eyes, put the paper into the canvas bag beside him, and shook his head.

The green light is on, and there is a car honking its horn behind. Fang Tingfeng had to turn around and continue driving.

From the school gate to the car, Cen Qi kept holding the A4 paper that had not been opened. Fang Tingfeng didn't ask where she got it from, but he could see that she attached great importance to this piece of paper.

Asking questions would cause Cen Qi to feel uncomfortable, but Fang Tingfeng didn't mention this stubble again.

When he was about to get home, Cen suddenly said, "I don't want to sell today's paintings." ”

"Today?" Fang Tingfeng turned the steering wheel into the garage and turned off the engine, looked back and asked, "What kind of subject did you draw today?"

“Hear/t.” After Cen Qi finished speaking, he picked up the canvas bag, opened the door and got out of the car.

“Hear/t?” Fang Tingfeng was stunned, took out his mobile phone from his bag to look at the date, and instantly understood.

The death day of Cen's grandfather is approaching, and Cen will paint a painting for his grandfather at this time of year, and the previous paintings are left in the old mansion in London.

After the meal, Fang Tingfeng told Cen Yan what Cen Yu said, and Cen Yan said that he and Cen Father would go back to London next week to pay tribute to their grandfather. Father Cen adjusted his work in the department during the day, and asked Cen Yan to book Cen Yan's ticket together at night. He wanted Cen Yu to go back to visit his grandmother after the exhibition.

Fang Tingfeng suggested that it was best to get Cen Qi's consent to this matter, otherwise disrupting Cen Qi's plan would cause her to be anxious. Father Cen felt that Cen Qi would most likely agree, because his grandmother loved Cen Zhu very much and hadn't seen her for a year. Cen Yan booked the ticket directly. Who knew that Fang heard that Feng took advantage of the time to deliver the fruit to tell Cen Yu about it, but Cen Yu said that he didn't want to go back.

Since he found out Asperger, he has been living with his grandmother in the old mansion, and was only sent to a special school for boarding when he was twelve years old. She was close to her grandmother and should not have refused to return to London. Father Cen and Mother Cen are very strange.

Fang Tingfeng wanted to ask for some details, but Cen Yan kept silent, and Cen Yan could only refund her ticket.

Tonight, Cen Qi didn't do handicrafts or paint, sitting in the studio and watching the explanation of the heart structure on A4 paper. Fang Tingfeng glanced at the contents of the paper when he came to get the fruit plate at nine o'clock, and praised: "Who wrote this, the words are so beautiful, and there is English." ”

Cen Qi lowered her eyes and thought of Ren Jiayi, who was sitting behind her and didn't make a sound, and raised her lips lightly and said, "Ja.yee?"

"Ren Jiayi?" Fang Tingfeng was startled by Cen Qi's words, and his voice became a little louder.

Mother Cen collected clothes on the balcony and went to the corridor to ask what was going on, Fang Tingfeng hurriedly went to the door and closed the door with a prevarication.

Cen Qi saw that her sister-in-law was panicking, and her eyes were full of questions.

Fang Tingfeng pointed to the piece of paper and asked, "Can I take a look?"

Cen Yu didn't want to give it, so he pressed the corner of the paper and moved it back.

"I won't tell you brother, I'll give it back to you at a glance. Okay?" Fang listened to Feng's discussion.

"Don't tell my brother. Cen said, hesitating for a moment before pushing the paper out.

Cen Yandu has become less important than before.

Fang Tingfeng picked up the A4 paper from the table and looked at it carefully, and asked uncertainly, "Is this really what Ren Jiayi gave you?"

Except for Ren Jiayi, no one else has been to the studio. Cen Yu nodded.

Fang Tingfeng asked again: "He goes to see you painting every day?"

Cen Yu shook his head, "Not today." ”

"Did you tell my brother?" Fang Tingfeng must confirm Cen Qi's attitude towards Ren Jiayi.

Cen shook his head again.

Fang Tingfeng returned the paper to Cen Qi, listened to the movement in the corridor, and said after thinking, "I will go to the studio with you tomorrow." ”

"You're going to tell my brother?" Cen frowned, folding up the A4 paper and pressing it under the pen holder.

"You don't want me to tell Cen Yan?" Fang Tingfeng asked deliberately, wanting to hear Cen Yan answer in person.

Cen Qi didn't reply, her expression could be regarded as giving Fang Tingfeng an answer.

Fang Tingfeng was very pleased, this was a good sign. Cen Qi may have found someone he likes.

However, for the sake of Cen Qi's future, Fang Tingfeng should carefully investigate Ren Jiayi and meet him tomorrow, and he can't tell Cen Yan about this matter at present.

Fang Tingfeng walked around the table and whispered to Cen Qi half-squatting: "This is your and my secret." I don't tell Cen Yan. But what, what Ren Jiayi said to you, you can tell me. I'll help you analyze what he means, okay?"

Cen Qi had a certain understanding of his illness, and he still understood what Fang Tingfeng meant, so he nodded in agreement.

However, Fang Tingfeng did not see Ren Jiayi the next day, and the studio was empty. In the following week, she didn't see Ren Jiayi either, and the joy she had just gained was diluted by disappointment.

The painting bench at the base of the studio wall was empty for more than a week, and the discomfort in Cen Qi's heart was accumulating little by little.

She had ignored Ren for the first few weeks, but she knew that Ren was here to spend every afternoon with her when the sun was setting. And now, Ren Jiayi seems to have never appeared.

A person pops into her world without warning, and then disappears.

The exhibition was held as scheduled, but on the opening day, Cen did not attend.

There were many guests, including the president of the Academy of Fine Arts, the president and members of the Oil Painting Association, as well as businessmen and art lovers.

Cen Yan made an opening speech on behalf of Cen Yan, and the last sentence stated that the painting signed "Hear/t" would not be sold to the public, and all the proceeds from the rest of the paintings would be donated to domestic charities to build schools for special groups.

There are a lot of cars parked in Area E of the Creative Park. A truck made a detour before it stopped under a small three-story building on the south side, and workers went upstairs to move furniture and load the truck.

Nanzi looked at the door of the gallery in Area E from the window, turned sideways to Ren Jiayi, who was replying to WeChat, and said, "Let's really not take a look?"

Ren Jiayi coped with the message sent by Yuan Mulei, and said without raising his head, "Can you buy the painting?" or can I buy it." ”

"I can't afford to see it. Finally, after the APP was launched, we also cultivated our sentiments. Nanzi said that she was going to go out.

Ren Jiayi sat on the sofa and didn't move.

"Don't you really like to watch Cen Qi draw, what's wrong today? Nanzi leaned on the arm of the sofa, "By the way, I have a question I've always wanted to ask you." ”

Ren Jiayi looked up and waited for him to ask.

"I heard from the students that you called the model that you choked Cen Qi back then? Do people have an opinion about you, and you just stopped going recently. ”

"Didn't I run around with you?" Ren Jiayi looked at him like a white-eyed wolf.

Nanzi sighed, and said, "Then you are still theorizing with Professor Zheng?"

"You even know this?" Ren Jiayi frowned.

"I asked the students about it. Nanzi smiled evilly, "Did you help Cen Qi by seeing that Cen Qi was controlled by her family, and empathizing with her? ”

Ren Jiayi squinted at him for a while, then took his phone and walked out of the office.

"Wait for me!" Nanzi chased after him.

There are many people gathered in the gallery, not only members of the public but also students. From import to export, there are more than 20 paintings on the display wall, some of which have also been exhibited in the Art Museum of the Academy of Fine Arts. At present, 10 stickers have been sold, and after the display is completed, the gallery will frame and package them for buyers to take away.

Nanzi sighed: "It's only been open for less than two hours, and half of the paintings are sold." Cen Qi is really powerful. The key person didn't even show his face. ”

Ren Jiayi didn't reply to him, he was attracted by the "Hear/t" painting, and walked to the painting to take a closer look.

Cen Qi's works are hung according to the time of completion, and there are four more after "Hear/t", which are completely different from the previous works.

At the center of Hear/t is a living heart, with small blood vessels visible on the surface, which is very realistic. And this heart was bound by two thorns, and blood was pierced out, which made people instinctively feel pain. Obviously, this is a painting with a gray tone. But in the dark background behind the heart, Cen added a lot of flowers and plants to surround the heart. A vine emerges from the gap in the budding irises and wraps around the thorns around the heart, as if bringing a ray of life.

Ren Jiayi stared at the painting for a long time, and said, "She didn't paint it like this. ”

"Do you see her drawing?" Nanzi was surprised, "how did she draw it?" ”

"It's a dissected heart. Ren Jiayi said.

Nanzi covered her heart and gasped, "It's painful enough for her to paint like this, and she still dissects it? ”

Ren Jiayi didn't answer.

"Look, the next few paintings don't feel right. Nanzi pointed to the four on the north wall, "That one is going to involve people." ”

Ren Jiayi looked at Nanzi's hand, the painting was a tornado-like shape with large brushstrokes, and all the gray and cold color blocks rushed into a large whirlpool at the mouth of a bowl, and there was a sense of depression on the face.

"The penultimate picture. Nanzi pointed to the left, "People with deep-sea phobia can't look at it, it's so uncomfortable." ”

Hanging over there is Cen Qi's work that he just finished yesterday, showing a woman swimming into the deep sea. Her skin was snow-white, and her long hair floated upwards like algae around her neck, and bubbles flowed around, symbolizing that the water pressure was getting bigger and bigger, and she would slowly suffocate.

"The style before and after is too different. Nanzi took two steps back, and hurriedly looked at the painting at the door.

With "Heart" as the boundary, the colors of the work hanging in front are soft and warm, and the picture is also delicate. Later works become darker in tone, with large brushstrokes. The last two paintings directly become abstract, and the accumulation of paint seems urgent and anxious.

"You say, is she in a bad mood these two days. Nanzi asked Ren Jiayi, "I see that the last few paintings were painted in the past week, and they haven't been done." Isn't she a painter of emotions? ”

Ren Jiayi didn't speak, turned around and walked towards the exit.

"Hey, where are you going!" Nanzi chased after her, "We're going to the new office in a moment." ”

"Give me the car keys. Ren Jiayi stretched out his hand as he walked.

"Huh?" Nanzi froze, "The key is on the third floor." ”

Ren Jiayi waved his hand and walked out of the gallery quickly, leaving Nanzi messy under the gaze of others.

At about three o'clock, three students who were painting in the small exhibition hall next to the studio suddenly heard a banging sound and were startled.

The sound came from the studio, like an easel hitting something.

At this time, Cen Yu was the only one in the studio, and the students in the small exhibition hall looked at each other, and they all threw their paintbrushes and walked towards the door of the studio.

Ren Jiayi came up from the stairs and heard someone in the studio asking, "Cen Qi, what's wrong with you?"

There was a thud, and something knocked over to the ground, startling a schoolgirl to exclaim.

Ren Jiayi walked in and saw that the frame and easel were fully open and fell to the ground, the palette and paint were scattered all over the floor, and a good painting was destroyed.

Cen Qi stared down at the canvas on the ground that was poked up by the corner of the painting bench, and threw the spatula in his hand on it, looking very indifferent, as if this painting had nothing to do with her.