After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Cheng Zhanxi almost stumbled when he entered the door, and then Song Qingrou, sitting on the sofa in the living room, heard the crisp laughter of the young woman at the entrance.

"Did you say that "Blizzard"? Three million is very expensive. I'll call and scold the person in charge of the auction." Cheng Zhanxi changed his shoes, walked in from the entrance with a smile, and faced Song Qing. Judo said, "Mom."

Song Qing Ju said, "Are you hungry? Would you like to make some supper for you?"

"No, thank you mom." Cheng Zhanxi released his finger from the microphone and continued on the other end of the phone, "Would you like me to return the money to you, okay?" The voice immediately softened several degrees. Just about to melt.

Song Qingrou: "..."

Cheng Yi, who was working in the study on the second floor, raised his head and saw that the door was pushed open and his wife walked in, looking a little gloomy.

Cheng Yi pushed aside the documents in his hand, sat on his lap with his wife, and asked gently, "What's wrong?"

Song Qingrou put one hand on her husband's shoulder, and said with mixed feelings, "I just heard that our daughter was calling the person she likes. With that tone and expression, I was afraid that she would scare the other person if she spoke loudly."

Cheng Yi: "Jealous?"

Song Qing Ju said, "Neither." She didn't know what to say and sighed.

Cheng Yi: "Children always have to grow up. When she has a small family, she won't be able to care about us. It has been the case throughout the ages."

Song Qingrou agreed with him, but she still couldn't lift her spirits.

Cheng Yi grabbed his wife's hand, pecked on the back of her hand, and said, "I think back then when I married you from the Song family, my father-in-law and mother-in-law are probably in the same mood as you are now, hey, I can't help my mother-in-law."

Song Qingrou laughed: "You are so annoying."

Cheng Yi said, "I'm more annoying than you are."

Song Qingrou hooked her husband's neck with both hands.

Cheng Yi tilted his head to kiss her.

Song Qingrou stepped back, glanced nervously at the study door, and said, "The door is not locked."

Cheng Yi said, "They've all grown up and know that parents' doors can't be entered indiscriminately."

Song Qingrou's mood rose: "Is this one of the benefits of children growing up?"

Cheng Yi smiled: "Of course." He straightened the back of his wife's head and lowered his voice, "Concentrate, or I'll be jealous."

...

Yu Qingtang rejected Cheng Zhanxi's proposal to refund the money, and said, "Not good." She said, "I have money now."

Cheng Zhanxi coaxed her gently: "Yes, yes, you are a rich woman with a whole building."

Yu Qingtang was praised by her, but she didn't feel better at all.

She has a building, but it is nothing compared to Cheng Zhanxi. Yu Qingtang was vaguely aware of the gap between her and Cheng Zhanxi before, but he didn't take it too seriously. Now, the idea of ​​comparison emerges from time to time. This idea is not to distinguish between high and low, but to find a good match.

Material, spiritual, and life are all too far apart. If she doesn't understand, she can learn, she can even read those art histories, learn about Vincent van Gogh, Pablo Picasso, William Turner, she won't be clueless when looking at paintings, and can't tell why, She wants to have a common language with Cheng Zhanxi. Cheng Zhanxi didn't say what paintings were sold, and didn't tell her about the art dealer, just because she knew she didn't understand, so she took it considerately.

Would a painter like someone who doesn't know how to paint? Cheng Zhanxi said that she once expelled someone who talked nonsense about her paintings from her art exhibition. Will she also expell herself from her heart one day? There is still freshness in a day or two, but it will be boring in a year or two.

Even her friend Yu Jianxing is also her classmate at the Academy of Fine Arts in Paris, and is an artist who makes sculptures. At least such a person is worthy to stand by her side, what is he?

Yu Qingtang regretted being born in the Wei family so much, but now she actually thinks: if she is the real Wei family eldest lady, is it right that she and Cheng Zhanxi can barely be called a family.

If her mother hadn't died, if Wei Tingyu hadn't changed her temperament, if they had met in normal social situations... would there be a different story.

But in reality, she's just an unloved Miss Wei family who even got married at will, how can she be the daughter of the Cheng family.

Cheng Zhanxi: "rich woman hug me."

Yu Qingtang was absent-minded, and said cooperatively, "Hug."

Cheng Zhanxi asked, "what are you thinking?"

Yu Qingtang didn't expect that she was still so keen across the phone, so she hurriedly restrained her messy thoughts and said, "It's nothing, I've been waiting for too long and I'm a little sleepy."

As soon as he said that, Yu Qingtang could not wait to bite his tongue.

Not only did he tell the truth that he had waited too long, but was the last sentence complaining about Cheng Zhanxi? What right does she have to complain about each other. What if Cheng Zhanxi gets angry, or she lets herself go to sleep and doesn't talk to her?

"Ah." Cheng Zhanxi opened his mouth and spat out another meaningless character.

Is Yu Qingtang complaining to her? This kind of intimacy and natural tone made Cheng Zhanxi elated. She went upstairs from the living room and apologized softly as she walked: "I was wrong, okay?"

Yu Qingtang said, "Okay."

Cheng Zhanxi prepared a bunch of coaxing words that stuck in his throat, and he couldn't laugh or cry: "Why don't you play cards according to common sense?"

Yu Qingtang asked, "What is common sense?"

Cheng Zhanxi thought for a while and said, "I just cover my ears and shake my head. I don't listen, I don't listen."

"Why don't I listen to you? You speak so nicely." Yu Qingtang said without hesitation. She heard the footsteps going up the stairs over there and stopped. Cheng Zhanxi was breathing in her ear, the sound was clear and slightly heavier than before.

Yu Qingtang waited for a while, feeling uneasy in her heart, and asked, "Why didn't you speak?" Did she say something wrong?

Cheng Zhanxi lowered his voice and said, "Did you just talk about love?"

Yu Qingtang couldn't understand: "What?"

Cheng Zhanxi slowly loosened his clenched knuckles holding the handrail of the stairs, closed his eyes, and said, "I said I miss you."

This time, it was Yu Qingtang's turn not to speak.

For a long time, her soft and quiet voice rang in Cheng Zhanxi's ears.

"I... miss you too."

Missing is a word that does not often appear in spoken language. Compared with the word "thinking", which is easier to blurt out, its weight is heavy.

Cheng Zhanxi's heart was swept away by the surging tide of longing, and the thought of wanting to meet overwhelmed everything. She tightened her knuckles grabbing the handrail again, and suggested in a low voice, "Yu Qingtang, come to the capital and stay with us. By my side." Just two days away, she thought she was going crazy.

Yu Qingtang struggled and hesitated for a long time. She bit her lower lip and still refused, "No."

Cheng Zhanxi is busy with work. What is she going to do in Beijing? And her parents, family and friends, what would they think of her? Look at yourself standing beside her?

Cheng Zhanxi respected her: "I will go back as soon as possible."

Yu Qingtang persuaded her duplicitously: "Work and spending time with family are important."

Cheng Zhanxi emphasized seriously: "You are as important in my heart as my family."

Yu Qingtang held the phone for a long time, two strands of dark hair behind her ears fell on her chest, the corners of her lips could not help but slightly upturned, and said softly, "En."

Song Qingrou came down from the second floor and saw Cheng Zhanxi standing on the curved staircase on the phone: "?"

Cheng Zhanxi smiled at her: "I'll go upstairs now."

Passing Song Qingrou's side, she stopped and her expression suddenly became playful.

Song Qingrou felt numb in her heart and said, "What are you doing?"

Cheng Zhanxi stared at her lips and said meaningfully, "Mom, your lipstick is on."

Before Song Qingrou became angry, Cheng Zhanxi took a long leg, walked upstairs a few steps, and disappeared without a trace.

Song Qingrou stomped her foot and put the account on Cheng Yi's head.

Back in the bedroom on the third floor, Cheng Zhanxi asked Yu Qingtang what he did today, and Yu Qingtang said, "cook, watch TV, and be in a daze."

same with yesterday? Cheng Zhanxi frowned.

Thinking about it, she doesn't have to work during the winter vacation, she has no friends, and she has no hobbies. When she is there, she can barely take her out for a walk. When she is not there, I am afraid she will stay at home unchanged.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Zhanxi sent a message to Xiang Tianyou.

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Xiang Tianyou replied in seconds: [Di, your oxygen cylinder is online]

[Cheng Zhanxi]: I really haven't slept yet

[Xiang Tianyou]: Fishing law enforcement? [spitting blood]

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Don't overestimate yourself, young man. Are you bored during the winter vacation?

[Xiang Tianyou]: Boring

[Cheng Zhanxi]: I have a task for you

[Xiang Tianyou]: Guaranteed to complete the task!

The next morning, Yu Qingtang finished breakfast and was just about to go out when he received a call from Xiang Tianyou.

Xiang Tianyou: "Mr. Yu, I have nothing to do at home, are you free to go out with me?"

"what do you want to play?"

"Whatever, you can play whatever you want, the main thing is that you like it." Xiang Tianyou scratched his head and said, "Would you like to teach me how to do the questions?" Cheng Zhanxi's task was unclear, and he only asked him to coax Yu Qingtang Happy, Xiang Tianyou has never coaxed anyone except his mother.

He thought about it, and took the initiative to ask for tuition, Yu Qingtang should be very happy.

"Okay." Yu Qingtang said, "but I'm going to the library today, will you come with me?"

Xiang Tianyou was stunned: "Huh?"

***

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the owner sitting opposite Cheng Zhanxi went to the bathroom.

Cheng Zhanxi picked up the phone next to her, unlocked the screen, and saw that Xiang Tianyou had sent her a photo of Zhang Yu Qingtang.

Yu Qingtang sat in the corner of the large table, her long hair was tied in a loose ponytail behind her back, and she wore a gray cashmere sweater, with her cuffs rolled up to reveal her fair forearms, and her profile face facing the camera was exquisite and beautiful.

There was a book spread out in front of her, pressing the page with one hand, reading intently.

Cheng Zhanxi saved the picture and took a deep look at Yu Qingtang's face before focusing on the text sent to Tianyou.

【Can't think of it? We came to the library]

Cheng Zhanxi replied: [unexpected]

The boy's mobile phone on the desktop turned on, Xiang Tianyou looked up at Yu Qingtang, who was on the opposite side, and chatted with Cheng Zhanxi under her nose.

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Are you going to the library or is she going?

[Xiang Tianyou]: She, I want her to make up lessons for me

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Be a person, she is on winter vacation and you still ask her to make up lessons for free, do you owe her?

Xiang Tianyou scratched the back of his head: [Then I'm not trying to make her happy? 】

[Cheng Zhanxi]: I use the little ape to search for questions, and I won't be killed

[Xiang Tianyou]: Good [Humble.jpg]

[Cheng Zhanxi]: What book is Teacher Yu reading?

Cheng Zhanxi saw from the corner of his eye that the curtain was lifted and the owner of the bathroom came back. Cheng Zhanxi locked the phone on the desktop and smiled politely and respectfully.

She came to visit an old gentleman today, who is a collector. The senior admired her very much. He kept her for lunch and dinner, and in the afternoon, he enjoyed his collection together. Farewell to the old gentleman, Cheng Zhanxi got into the car and saw the message sent by Xiang Tianyou at noon: [Gombrich's "Story of Art"]

Cheng Zhanxi fastened his seat belt thoughtfully, and gave Xiang Tianyou an OK back.

She went home a little earlier than yesterday, and only called Yu Qingtang after taking a shower.

"I heard Xiangtian lobbying you two to go to the library?"

Yu Qingtang was slightly surprised, but not too surprised. Xiang Tianyou would take the initiative to tell Cheng Zhanxi that it was normal.

"Um."

"Why do you suddenly want to read a book?"

"I'm bored at home."

"What did you see?"

Yu Qingtang sat at the desk and stroked the thick stack of books on the table.

In addition to the one that Xiangtian lobbied, there are also "Jensen's Art History", "Gardner's General History of Art", "Ten Discussions on Art History", and "Understanding Art". The library was not found, and Yu Qingtang was going to place an order online.

"It's nothing, just take a look." Yu Qingtang lowered her eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi smiled and said, "Can I add a book to read today?"

Yu Qingtang said "um".

"What are you going to do tomorrow?"

"Xiang Tianyou wants to play Happy Valley, let me accompany him."

"Why does he want to go to Happy Valley again? Does he live in Happy Valley? Is he going to the haunted house this time?"

"No, he said it's boring to scream without you." Yu Qingtang smiled.

"how about you?"

"what?"

The wind outside suddenly calmed down.

Yu Qingtang heard Cheng Zhanxi ask in her ear, "Did you miss me today?"

"……Um."

"Make it clear, have you thought about it or not?" Cheng Zhanxi's voice was as low as bewitching.

Yu Qingtang closed his eyes.

"I think, I miss you very much." I miss you all the time.

"Me too." Cheng Zhanxi said.

The two people who were thousands of miles apart lowered their heads at the same time, their fingertips grabbed the hem of the pajamas, and the thin white knuckles twisted together.

After being embarrassed for a while in tacit understanding, he said in unison again: "I..."

"You speak first."

"You talk first." Yu Qingtang said.

Cheng Zhanxi had nothing to say. It was too nauseous to say it in her heart, but she didn't want to hang up so early, so she simply said, "Can you not hang up? Look at your book, I'm busy with my business."

Yu Qingtang: "Okay."

When Cheng Zhanxi's mobile phone was connected to the charging cable, there was only 5% of the electricity left. She was lying in bed, even if Yu Qingtang was thousands of miles away, she felt surrounded by her breath, soft and ironing, and her face was soft. He slept with a smile.

Yu Qingtang opened the second book after hanging up the phone.

The history of Western art has a broad context and a long history, from the ancient world to the Middle Ages, the Renaissance to Rococo, and then to the modern world, with many styles. Yu Qingtang indoctrinated in a cramming manner, first to memorize the representative artists and representative works of art in each period, lest Cheng Zhanxi accidentally mention which painter she has never heard of the name next time.

There is no joy in such reading. For Yu Qingtang, reading has never been her hobby, it is just her specialty, so she is used to it. She was just afraid that she didn't see fast enough, didn't remember enough, and didn't have time to master it.

Fourth day after separation.

Yu Qingtang went to the Sicheng Art Museum to see the exhibition, followed by a small tail to the sky.

Xiang Tianyou consciously regarded herself as Cheng Zhanxi's eyeliner, and reported Yu Qingtang's every move to Cheng Zhanxi. Cheng Zhanxi stopped him, she didn't need to know in detail what Yu Qingtang was doing. Even if she wanted to know, Yu Qingtang should have told her personally.

But she still smiled at the photo of Yu Qingtang that Xiang Tianyou took, and told Yu Qingtang that she received the photo Xiang Tianyou gave her.

Yu Qingtang did not object.

It's just that every time Xiang Tianyou goes out with her, he picks up his mobile phone, and Yu Qingtang wonders if he is chatting with Cheng Zhanxi. Xiang Tianyou smelled the vinegar smell in the air, and took the initiative to show her the game interface: "It's not Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng is very busy, and it takes a long time to answer me."

Yu Qingtang said calmly, "You came out with me just to play games in another place?"

Xiang Tianyou: "..."

The teacher is indeed a teacher! When it comes to love, she is also a teacher!

The final exam moved up ten places to Tianyou's class, shocking everyone's jaws. Yu Zhou is a hero who has to be mentioned. Yu Zhou not only lent his class notes to Xiang Tianyou for copying, but also designed a review plan for Xiang Tianyou before the final exam. Xiang Tianyou also strives for himself and works hard Got the reward it deserves.

Xiang Tianyou's father was busy at the end of the year, and there was only his stepmother at home. He was too lazy to stay, so he simply carried his schoolbag to Yu Qingtang's house to do his winter vacation homework and other topics, stayed from morning to night, and asked the driver to pick him up after dinner. When he was at home, Yu Qingtang read upstairs, Xiang Tianyou went to the study to do homework, saved up topics he didn't understand, and asked her when Yu Qingtang finished reading the book.

Young people are full of vigor, and even if they don't jump around, they inject a touch of vitality into this unchanging environment.

Even Fang Wenjiao and her grandfather felt that there was a lot of liveliness at home.

***

Beijing.

Cheng Yi and Wei Tingyu made an appointment to meet. They originally wanted to be outside, but Wei Tingyu said that he wanted to visit.

Cheng Yi talked about this after dinner, and the family including Cheng Zhanxi sighed again, saying how much Wei Tingyu cared about this daughter, that she came to the door again and again to ask for help.

Song Qingju said, "Although Miss Wei's biological mother died young, it's worth having a father who loves her so much. Unfortunately..." Wei Tingyu was about to leave, and Song Qingrou's eyes were red again.

Cheng Zhanxi has a place in her heart. She heard that Miss Wei's situation was moved by pity. Now she is very consciously not curious about everything about Miss Wei, even if she has doubts in her heart.

For example, in the capital, why has she never seen or even heard of this Miss Wei. Parents, they have always called her Miss Wei, doesn't she even have a name?

Her engagement hasn't been completely cancelled yet, and inquiring about this seems like she wants to tread on two boats.

She doesn't care about Miss Wei, she only cares about when this time bomb can be lifted.

Cheng Zhanxi asked, "When will Uncle Wei come to our house?"

Cheng Yi said: "Tomorrow, do you want to meet?"

Cheng Zhanxi opened his mouth to pick up a piece of orange handed by Cheng Yuanxi, and said, "I have something to do tomorrow."

Cheng Yuanxi wiped his hands slowly with a tissue, and smiled: "It's okay if you don't see her, what if Uncle Wei sees his sister and doesn't look down on me? I'm not as good-looking as my sister."

Cheng Yi said, "Don't worry about it. You don't have to worry about it anyway. Your brother and I will solve it. Don't worry."

Cheng Zhanxi is naturally relieved and has a hundred hearts.

The next morning, Cheng Zhanxi had breakfast, went upstairs to change clothes, and planned to go out to the studio.

When she was about to go down the stairs, she saw Cheng Yi greeted someone from the door.

The visitor was about fifty years old, with slightly frosted temples, pale cheeks, a thin build, a coat and trousers, and was well-dressed.

The servant was taking over his scarf and coat. Inside was a three-piece brown suit with silver cuffs on his arms. The man turned around and saw Cheng Zhanxi standing on the stairs. She rolled her eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi couldn't help but sighed softly in his heart.

There are many handsome young men, but there are not many men who are so handsome when they are old, and they have a good temperament. They are like a well-dressed gentleman with deep eyes. The vicissitudes of time brought him only make him more attractive.

Her father is also very handsome and maintains a good figure, but in terms of face, he is slightly inferior to the person in front of him. It's just that he is holding Fang Supa in his hand, with long and pale knuckles, covering his bloodless lips, he seems to be in poor health, and his standing posture is not straight enough, like a tree withered in winter, I don't know if it will survive until the next spring. .

Cheng Zhanxi walked over while observing the details habitually in his heart.

Cheng Yi introduced: "This is Uncle Wei."

Cheng Zhanxi had already guessed it, and said politely and generously: "Hello, Uncle Wei, I'm Cheng Zhanxi."

Wei Tingyu smiled gently: "Hello, are you feeling better?"

Cheng Zhanxi escaped from marriage and had been asking the Wei family for illness before, but Cheng Zhanxi's expression did not change, and he said obediently, "It's much better, thank you Uncle Wei for your concern."

Wei Tingyu nodded lightly and smiled warmly: "That's good."

Cheng Zhanxi suddenly felt a strange feeling.

Why did Wei Tingyu feel a little familiar to him?

Cheng Zhanxi stood at the entrance and looked back at the back of the two walking side by side to the study on the first floor.

This Uncle Wei is so handsome that she wants to paint for him, but his body should not be able to support him as a model. Cheng Zhanxi shook his head, dismissed this ridiculous idea, and left the house.

The father is so handsome, what does the daughter look like?

Stop! Stop!

Cheng Zhanxi emptied all thoughts about the Wei family and drove out of the manor.

It doesn't matter if Uncle Wei is a model or not, she is going to meet a real model today.

Models aren't just runway catwalks or cover art, there's another type of professional model that works exclusively with artists. Painting is an art that needs inspiration. A good model can inspire a painter. Models are a very important part of a painter's character creation.

Tan Lingfei is such a model. She is quite famous. She was introduced to her by Cheng Zhanxi's painter friend. She is not a model, and being a model is just a hobby, so it is very difficult to make appointments, not only to choose the time, but also to choose people.

Cheng Zhanxi doesn't often draw figures because it is difficult to find a suitable model. Of course, if Yu Qingtang is willing to be her model, she will never need to draw other models in her life.

Cheng Zhanxi stepped into the studio.

Xiaoxue came over from the road ahead and said, "Miss Tan is in the reception room."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "So early? Is the tea ready? Use the best tea leaves."

Xiaoxue: "I know, I know."

Cheng Zhanxi smiled as he walked in: "I've been waiting for a long time, hello, I'm Cheng Mo."

Tan Lingfei, who was wearing a long burgundy dress, stood up and shook hands with her friendly: "I'm Tan Lingfei, and I've admired the name for a long time."

Cheng Zhanxi shook hands with her and said, "please sit down."

***

Cheng family.

Song Qingrou and Cheng Yuanxi entered the study together, and when they saw Wei Tingyu standing inside, they couldn't help but get a little lost.

Cheng Yi cleared his throat.

Song Qingrou retracted her gaze, lowered her head and walked over, standing beside Cheng Yi.

In order not to make their family of three appear too oppressive, Cheng Yuanxi did not come forward.

Wei Tingyu nodded lightly: "Mrs. Cheng, Young Master Cheng."

Cheng Yuanxi said: "Uncle Wei is out, just call me by my name." This is the third time Wei Tingyu has visited the Cheng family. Allow.

Cheng Yi said: "Sit down, Ting Yu." He called the other party's name.

Wei Tingyu held Supa's hand on the back of the chair and sat down slowly.

His health is already very bad, and his personal doctor does not recommend him to go out, especially in winter, if he catches a cold from the wind, it will make his already serious condition even worse. The Wei family should not be able to hide it. His brothers, especially the second child, are very personal.

Wei Tingyu covered her mouth with Supa again, took two breaths lightly, and said, "I just saw Zhan Xi go out, doesn't she need to sit down and chat?"

Cheng Yuanxi thought to himself: Call him the son and call the sister's name, and she still likes her.

"I was about to tell you about this." Cheng Yi said with a smile, and brought out the results of their family's discussion a few days ago to discuss with Wei Tingyu, "What do you think?"

Wei Tingyu's thin lips moved: "are you still married to Yuanxi?"

Cheng Yi said: "Yes, my daughter already has a sweetheart, we as parents can't force her."

Wei Tingyu lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking, and didn't speak for a long time.

Song Qingrou looked at Wei Tingyu, Cheng Yi looked at her, and she immediately retracted her gaze.

Wei Tingyu finally spoke up, like a sigh: "I'll ask her."

Song Qingrou has always had a question, even if Cheng Yi was pinching her finger, she would have to ask it out, she spoke slowly and lightly, for fear of disturbing the man who looked like a white jade carving: "Daughter of Yu Ci, how are you doing now? ?"

Mentioning Yu Ci's name, Wei Tingyu's expression became softer and softer. He didn't really want to hear it, and said with a polite but indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, "Like her mother."

Song Qingrou heaved a sigh of relief, her brows rose with joy, and she barely restrained herself.

Who knew that their marriage had been discussed for so long, and she didn't even know what her daughter-in-law looked like. She asked Wei Tingyu for a photo, and Wei Tingyu asked the servant to look for it for several days. She didn't know which box she dug out a photo of a newborn baby.

Song Qingrou: "..."

What does this show?

Now hearing Wei Tingyu say this, she is relieved, and she also knows that the daughter born by the parents of the immortal figure must also be like an immortal. If you can't be a real daughter-in-law, it's good to be a goddaughter.

Song Qingrou: "When will the two of us officially meet?"

Wei Tingyu's expression flashed a hint of conflict, and slowly calmed down, still saying, "I'll ask her."

His face became paler and paler, Supa covered his lips and coughed heavily, his cheeks turned morbidly red, and Ruifeng's eyes were dizzy with peach blossoms, which was almost breathtaking.

It's strange to describe a man as beautiful, especially a man who is not too young, but he is so beautiful that most women feel ashamed of themselves.

After Yu Ci left, he dragged his sick body with him, no longer the high-spirited spirit he had when he was young, but more of a dazzling cuckoo screaming blood.

After seeing Wei Tingyu away, Song Qingrou took a long time to look away from the door.

"I won't stay for lunch either." Song Qingrou said regretfully, just as she finished speaking, she heard her husband snort beside her.

Song Qingrou explained: "I think he's not in good health. The cold wind blows outside, in case he catches a cold..." The more the description became more chaotic, Song Qingrou simply stopped talking and brought Cheng Yi a plate of fruit.

Cheng Yi turned his face and refused to eat.

The husband and wife were at odds. Cheng Yuanxi took out his mobile phone from his pocket and reported to his sister as soon as possible: [Half of the solution, Uncle Wei said he would go back and ask Miss Wei, if you agree to marry me, if you don't agree, you can only terminate the engagement. 】

Seeing that Song Qingrou was about to lose her patience for coaxing people, his father would have nothing to eat by then. Cheng Yuanxi glanced at the news on the phone, doubts flashed in his mind, and he changed the subject aloud: "Mom, what's Miss Wei's name? You can't keep calling Miss Wei, Miss Wei, right?"

Song Qingrou thought about it and said, "It seems to be Wei Qingtang."

Cheng Yuanxi smiled and said, "My sister's name sounds pretty good."

Song Qing Ju said, "Be careful that your own sister is jealous."

Cheng Yuanxi said: "Then I'll continue to call Miss Wei. When she enters the door, the two of them will know each other by themselves, and it has nothing to do with me."

Cheng Yi went down the steps by himself and interjected: "She is so upset by this incident, don't defend the house in front of her anymore, just tell her when the matter is over."

Song Qingrou and Cheng Yuanxi agreed.

***

Cheng Zhanxi came out of the studio after packing up, just as Tan Lingfei changed her clothes and walked in the direction of the dressing room.

Cheng Zhanxi put away the mobile phone that he was going to reply to Yu Qingtang, bit his lower lip lightly, and quickly adjusted his smile, watching the other party approach. This action happened to be caught in Tan Lingfei's eyes. She smiled and asked half tentatively, "Boyfriend?"

Cheng Zhanxi said, "No, girlfriend."

Tan Lingfei snorted and repeated playfully, "Girlfriend."

Cheng Zhanxi's smile didn't change: "Yes, I'm very attached to her. I can't even think about it if I don't see her for a while. Miss Tan laughed."

Tan Lingfei seemed to be taken aback by her answer. She didn't know what expression to make for a while. After a while, Fang smiled and said, "Bless you all."

Cheng Zhanxi accepted generously: "Thank you."

"Miss Cheng is a very interesting person."

"I prefer others to call me Teacher Cheng, which is more in line with my profession."

"Okay, Mr. Cheng." Tan Lingfei changed her mind from being kind.

They are all decent adults, and the hint of rejection is so obvious, she doesn't need to get close to the other party's disgust. It's nice to be friends with such an interesting person.

Cheng Zhanxi didn't drive a supercar today, and the white Porsche Panamera parked quietly on the side of the road. Cheng Zhanxi opened the co-pilot's door, and Tan Lingfei thanked him and sat down. When walking around to the other side, Cheng Zhanxi stood outside the car door with his back to the car, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and sent a message to Yu Qingtang.

Ye Feng poured in from the open driver's door, blowing the hair on Tan Lingfei's forehead slightly.

Cheng Zhanxi closed the door, fastened his seat belt, and drove to his intended destination.

The evening wind blows the small bamboo forest in the yard.

The mobile phone, which had been silent since the morning, vibrated, and a page of the book was turned over by thin white fingers, but lost its support halfway and fell, and the slender white hand reached out to the mobile phone on the desk.

Cheng Zhanxi sent her a voice.

Yu Qingtang opened it, put the phone inside, and listened carefully.

"I'm painting during the day, and I'm going to have dinner now. I'll be home at about ten o'clock. If you're sleepy, go to bed first. I'll tell you when I go back, be good." The words were long and the voice was short, because Cheng Zhanxi speaks fast. There was the sound of the wind blowing through the microphone, and the sound of cars honking on the road.

Yu Qingtang put on her earphones, listened to the voice for no more than ten seconds over and over again, and quietly stared at the bamboo forest outside the window.

Cheng Zhanxi came home more than ten minutes late, and immediately called Yu Qingtang as soon as he came out of the garage.

Yu Qingtang answered in seconds.

Cheng Zhanxi panted, "I..."

Yu Qingtang answered: "I didn't sleep."

Cheng Zhanxi leaned her back against the wall and unconsciously acted like a spoiled child: "I'm so tired." After a day of painting, she just wanted to go home and sleep, but she couldn't help but invite the model to dinner. Tan Lingfei was still very talkative, so Cheng Zhanxi could only keep going. Chatting and chatting with her, the content of the chat itself is very interesting, Tan Lingfei knows a lot and has great insights, but she couldn't help Cheng Zhanxi thinking of her girlfriend. When it was almost ten o'clock, she directly moved Yu Qingtang out and said that her girlfriend was waiting for her.

Yu Qingtang thought to herself: Are you tired because you have to call me every day?

Yu Qingtang: "Then you go to bed early today."

Cheng Zhanxi was almost falling asleep when she stood. She didn't have the energy to distinguish her subtle abnormalities. She slowly stood up straight, and dragged her lead-filled legs towards the gate.

Chatting with Yu Qingtang after a while: "Are you sleepy?"

"A little."

"Why don't you sleep first?"

"I'll wait for you."

Cheng Zhanxi was reinfused with strength, stepped into the door a few steps, climbed two floors in one breath, walked into the bedroom, and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Yu Qingtang said, "Well."

The phone didn't hang up, Cheng Zhanxi took the phone into the bathroom and put it on the sink outside.

Yu Qingtang listened to the faint sound of water in the shower, and kept the phone close to her ear, maintaining a posture and motionless.

The air seemed to stop flowing.

Until I heard a voice in my ear: "I've washed it."

The time stop button was released, Yu Qingtang moved her knuckles, a tingling burst, and the hand holding the phone was stiff from the arm to the fingertips, she changed her hand to hold the phone, and said softly, "Go to sleep. "

Cheng Zhanxi: "I just finished washing!"

Yu Qingtang said, "I'm sleepy."

Cheng Zhanxi: "...Well, what time do you get up tomorrow, I'll call you in the morning?"

Yu Qingtang's fingernails sank into the flesh of his palm and said, "I don't know."

Cheng Zhanxi: "But I have to paint another day tomorrow, and I will be back very late at night, which is similar to today."

Yu Qingtang closed his eyes. She heard her calm and soft voice: "Then talk about it when you are free."

Cheng Zhanxi yawned.

Her head was dizzy, and she yawned and said, "I'll be fine after these two days."

Yu Qingtang said gently, "Good night."

The phone that Cheng Zhanxi was holding fell to the side of the pillow, and she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The screen remained on the call interface until her phone was powered off and automatically shut down.

There was a strong wind in the evening, Yu Qingtang got up early in the morning, and the fallen leaves piled up in the yard.

Just after breakfast, the landline phone in the living room rang.

Yu Qingtang was washing dishes in the kitchen when she heard Fang Wenjiao calling her loudly, and her always serious grandfather was calling her name too.

Yu Qingtang dried his hands and walked out.

Fang Wenjiao smiled and waved to her: "Your father asked you to answer the phone, come quickly."