After Cen Qi finished speaking, he picked up his schoolbag, stood up, and staggered home.

"Eat? How are you distracted? I finally came back once. ”

It was Cen Qi's father who spoke, and he came home in a busy schedule and took his mother and son, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, out for a meal.

Cen Qi heard someone call his name, put down his chopsticks and sat there upright, waiting for his next sentence.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Cen Qi said in a milky voice

"I'm full."

Cen Qi's father didn't understand what he meant, so he just answered and continued to eat.

Seeing that he didn't react for a long time, he looked at his grandmother, who had already eaten almost the same amount next to him, and began to ask for help.

"Grandma, I want to go home."

It was already dark outside, and the black clouds had a feeling that it was going to rain.

Grandma saw that the two of them didn't have any emotional communication, so she simply didn't waste time here.

"Let's go first, you're good at it."

Coincidentally, the last thing he wanted happened anyway.

As soon as the two of them stepped into the door of the community, a few drops of rain fell on Cen Qi's face.

He broke free from his grandmother's hand and ran briskly towards the garden in the middle of the community.

Sure enough, Liberal Arts sat at one end of the seesaw, and the little milk held the handrail because of the exertion.

"It's raining, aren't you leaving?"

Cen Qi retreated and put his schoolbag on top of his head, blocking the few soybean-sized raindrops for her.

"Didn't you say I'll be waiting for you here?"

"Are you stupid? Isn't it raining? ”

Without saying a word, Cen Qi directly took the little hand of the liberal arts and ran towards the unit building.

"Do you like puzzles?"

As the two of them walked upstairs, Liberal Arts was talking slowly in the back.

"I like it."

In fact, Cen Qi didn't like these things, and it can be said that he didn't like these things at the time.

"Then let's go to my house and finish the puzzle, we can't play seesaw down there anyway."

"Then you wait for me, I'll go back and talk to grandma."

Cen Qi didn't know why she invited him to play at home, but he still agreed.

"Is there no one in your house?"

Half an hour later, the two children looked at the puzzle pieces that had only been put together a few pieces, and their heads were a little bigger.

Don't know if it's a child? Why buy such a difficult puzzle?

Liberal Arts shook his head and lowered his head and didn't speak, still messing around with puzzle pieces, but he couldn't spell it the way it used to be, and he couldn't spell it well.

On the contrary, some of them made her more irritable.

"What is this?"

Cen Qi got up and looked at what looked like a small basket hanging on the bedside table behind the liberal arts.

Liberal Arts, who was sitting on the ground, moved his gaze as his body moved.

Scattered memories flashed in Liberal Arts' dull little head.

"Dad, I want this, this color looks good."

"Okay, then I'll do it for you."

Liberal Arts took the last bite of the peach in his hand, then twisted his ass and gave the peach pit to his mother who was washing dishes in the kitchen.

Legend has it that peach wood wards off evil spirits, and the father of the liberal arts has a craft that can make peach pits into the shape of baskets.

The peach pit that Cen Qi was holding in his hand was carved for her by Wen Ming a long time ago.

It doesn't matter, they're both divorced anyway.

"I'll give it to you if you like it."

Cen Qi still doesn't know why he asked a child for a gift at that time.

But in fact, the two of them are not a few years old at all, and they are not even a generation gap.

That day was the last time she and Liberal Arts saw each other.

After that, his summer vacation was over, and he went to live in another city with his father, and his mother was still abroad and would come back to see him every year.

The relationship between the two parents is not as rigid as the relationship between the liberal arts parents, at least the family can sit down and eat peacefully every time.

Later, he was admitted to his favorite university, and his father immigrated to his uncle's family abroad to live with his grandmother.

Later, he returned to the city and searched for traces of liberal arts, but his grandmother downstairs said that their family had not lived here for a long time.

Now that I think about it, I may have a premonition that two people are going to separate, so I asked for this as a gift?

The neurons in Cen Qi's brain suddenly connected, and he remembered why he agreed to An Shuyue's confession.

It's not because of the same stage at the party, nor because of the talent and beauty of the crowd.

It's because An Shuyue's canvas bag happened to have a basket made of peach pits hanging on that confession.

Cen Qi wasn't sure what kind of love he had for liberal arts, but human feelings were too complex.

No one can truly understand what the word love means.

If it is responsibility, then family affection is also full of responsibility.

So he thinks that no matter what kind of emotion it is, liberal arts are unique to him.

This uniqueness has the meaning of love that he identifies, dependence, and an indispensability.

"Are you listening to me? Today is Shen Meng's final, I'm going to pick her up, won't you go? ”

Cen Qi has been thinking about it sometimes, fortunately, there is still Wang Zexu as the eldest brother at home.

Otherwise, with his love brain, the money in the family doesn't seem to be enough for him to lose.

"Do you think there will be fewer media to pick her up? Are you going to join in the fun? In what capacity? ”

"I'll show you something later."

Wang Tao said as he opened the document in his hand and put it in front of him.

"You're going to make a TV series? Wang Dashao, who is enough to make a bloody investment? Not to Wang Xiaogongzi. ”

"In ancient times, King Zhou You smiled at the princes of the Beacon Fire Drama for the beauties, and only I, Wang Tao, invested heavily in making TV series for chasing his wife."

"You're going to announce that the company will be dissolved before it is established?"

Wang Tao tilted his head at her, stretched out his left index finger and shook it, and smiled mischievously.

"I'll handle the company's affairs as usual, but when it comes to business trips, you need to replace them with gossip."

Cen Qi listened and nodded, it sounds good, wouldn't it be good to leave the business trip to Zhou Mingfei?

"I approve it."

"It's my favorite."

After Wen Ke finished speaking, he picked up Shen Meng, who had not yet removed her makeup, and kissed her several times, and finally let go of her in Shen Meng's disgusted gaze.

"Okay, you, you're doing well, you can get this car to pick me up."

"Then look, isn't your light shining on me? But how do I feel like you're thin? ”

"Not really."

Shen Meng hugged her and cried pretendedly, she knew that now celebrities, both men and women, have to control their bodies more or less through diet.

She must hurry up and get more food during this time.

"I'll take you to meet someone after a day's rest."

Along the way, the liberal arts department babbled about Wang Heng and told her about it, so that she could be prepared.

Shen Menghe was very interested, and she was very depressed since her little broken studio was taken in.

Now she's going to get involved in business? And a little excited.