is not familiar, so he has no position, let alone self-righteousness, to state what he knows about her.

Zhou Yi's knuckles turned white, "Since you are reluctant, why do you want to break up with him?" ”

This question should not have been asked, and discussing this in their current relationship will only seem arrogant, but when the words come to their mouths, they can't swallow it.

Zhou Yi felt that he was now in a very contradictory situation: on the one hand, he didn't want to see Zheng Pianqi and Qin Lie together, and on the other hand, he wanted Zheng Pianqi to live happily - he could feel that when she was with Qin Lie, her whole person was very relaxed, exuding a sense of relaxation from the inside out, which was a state she did not have in front of others.

He couldn't give it either.

Zheng Pianji's face was really darkened because of Zhou Yi's question, and his originally cold gaze was already covered with a layer of frost at this time.

After Zhou Yi felt her change, he coughed unnaturally and explained later: "I don't want to interfere with your privacy, I just want you to be happy." ”

Every word he said was very sincere, but Zheng Pianqi was completely unmoved, and in this way, it did not set off any waves in her heart, realizing this, Zhou Yi laughed at himself in his heart, and he was also very powerless.

Today, even if it is a punctuation mark that comes out of his mouth, Zheng Pianjiao will not believe it, and the culprit of all this is himself.

"Fluttering." Zhou Yi looked at the necklace around her neck and took a deep breath, "If you're happy with him, go find him, don't think too much." ”

Zheng Pianji: "I don't need your advice on my affairs. ”

She still has an attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away, "I let you see Sansan, it doesn't mean that you can dictate my affairs and shut your mouth." ”

"I'm not pointing fingers-" Zhou Yi subconsciously retorted, "I know you don't believe my words at all now, but I want you to be happy, it's true, as long as you can be happy, I can do anything." ”

Zheng Pianji: "Then you go to die." ”

Zhou Yi: "......"

Although he had already seen Zheng Pianji's ruthlessness now, after hearing her say this sentence so decisively, Zhou Yi's heart still twitched violently a few times, and he seemed to have lost his voice, and he couldn't pronounce a syllable.

It just so happened that at this time, Sansan came back.

After Zheng Pianqi saw Sansan, her attitude immediately returned to gentleness, she took Sansan by the hand, and took her to the easel to introduce her to the things to be used in oil painting, Sansan was very interested, listened attentively, and forgot to communicate with Zhou Yi for a while.

Zhou Yi looked at the backs of their mother and daughter, and suddenly felt that there was an invisible barrier between him and them, and he also knew very well that what Zheng Pianqi just said to let him die was not angry.

His existence itself is superfluous, and it will only disrupt their original rhythm - Zheng Rinxu said before that Sansan does not need the role of a father in her life, and she is living well in the Zheng family.

During this time, Zhou Yi often had a very strong sense of frustration, and this feeling reached its peak at this moment.

He clenched his fists, turned and walked out of the studio, and when he stopped in the hallway, he happened to see a painting on the opposite side—a black swirl.

The folio painting has a strong visual impact and three-dimensional sense, just staring at it for a few seconds, Zhou Yi felt that he was about to be swept in, and the feeling of suffocation intensified.

He kept taking deep breaths, stroked his chest and approached, and saw the date of creation under the frame, which coincided with the period when Zheng's depression was at its worst in her medical record.

The work is a projection of the creator's spiritual world, but the sense of suffocation and despair displayed in this painting should be less than one-tenth of her at that time.

"Uncle Zhou, why did you come out?" Sansan's voice dragged Zhou Yi's thoughts back.

Zhou Yi turned around and found that Zheng Pianqi came out with Sansan.

"I'm here to answer the phone," Zhou Yi squeezed out a smile and looked at Sansan, but his voice was hoarse that couldn't be hidden, "Sansan, I may not be able to come to you in the next few days, I'm a little busy with something." ”

When Sansan heard this, he was a little disappointed, but he still nodded: "Okay, Uncle Zhou, then come and play with me when you're done, I'll wait for you." ”

Zhou Yi: "Okay, then I'll go first." ”

Sansan: "I'll send you down, Uncle Zhou." ”

As she spoke, she glanced sideways at Zheng Pianjiao and asked for her opinion.

Zheng Pianjiao let go of Sansan's hand and did not object.

Zheng Pianjiao returned to the studio, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and saw the scene of Sansan sending Zhou Yi out of the studio.

Before parting, Zhou Yi touched Sansan's hair and looked reluctant.

——

For more than a week afterward, Zhou Yi did not appear again.

In the past, he would definitely look for Sansan on weekends, either taking her out to play, or going to the door to accompany Sansan to build Lego or read books.

But this weekend, Zhou Yi didn't even have a figure.

Zheng Pianqi promised Sansan before and taught her to paint on the weekend, so after breakfast, the mother and daughter went to the studio.

After Sansan sat down in the studio, she raised her arm to look at her watch from time to time, and when Zheng Pianqi taught her to adjust the color, she didn't pay much attention.

After Sansan wandered again, Zheng Pianjiao asked her, "Sansan, why do you keep looking at your watch?" ”

After being discovered, Sansan was a little embarrassed, but still explained the reason: "I'm looking to see if Uncle Zhou has replied to my message." ”

Zheng Pianji: "Huh? ”

Sansan: "He has ignored me lately, I have sent a lot of messages, and he is like he is missing." ”

As he spoke, Sansan already showed a worried expression, "Mom, Uncle Zhou can't be sick, right?" He seems to be the only one here, and it's pitiful if he's sick. ”

Zheng Pian frowned, and when she heard Sansan say that Zhou Yi had not replied to the message, she also felt that it was not right: "When did you start not replying to you?" ”

Sansan: "It was after I sent him away from here that day." ”

Sansan's words immediately reminded Zheng Pianqi of the short conversation between her and Zhou Yi that day, and it was a little abnormal from the time he inexplicably said that he wanted her to be happy.

Zheng Pian rubbed his temples and said to Sansan, "You call him." ”

Sansan: "I've beaten it, but I can't get in." ”

Zheng Pianqi took out Sansan's mobile phone and found Zhou Yi's number in the call log.

After dialing it out, the prompt over there is that it can't be connected.

"Mom, let's go to Uncle Zhou's house to find him." The more Sansan thought about it, the more worried he became, "Uncle Zhou's family is not here, and if no one cares about him when he is sick, it's so pitiful." ”

Zheng Pianqi pondered for a while, and said to Sansan, "I'll let Uncle Ah Jiu look for it." ”

After making a decision, Zheng Pianqi immediately called Ah Jiu.

And Sansan didn't have any intention of painting, waiting for Zhou Yi's news with a worried face.

Zheng Pianqi saw Sansan's worried expression, and his impatience with Zhou Yi in his heart skyrocketed.