On the day of the divorce, Lao Gong lost his memory

At the same time, Su Xin and Shan Yi, who were obsessed with looking at the painting, finally finished reading it. They looked at each other, and Shan Yi asked tentatively, "Cen Cen, do you want to bring this painting back to China?"

Shan Cen didn't lift his head, "No."

Both Shan Yi and Su Xin were overjoyed, the former said: "Then dad will frame the painting for you? Then I will hang it in the living room for you."

Shan Cen looked up at the living room, the decorative paintings on the wall were all landscape paintings by Su Xin, the style was pretty good, so he nodded, "Yes."

"Okay!" Shan Yi said with a smile, "Then I'll go and make you a new picture frame."

Su Xin: "Use the original color of fir, it's more suitable."

Shan Cen stood up, "I'll help."

Just as Lin Lu was about to say that he would go too, the phone in his pocket rang first, and he took it out to see that it was Ning Qi calling.

As his chief assistant, Ning Qi's ability to work is unquestionable. She can basically handle the company's affairs, big and small. Anything that needs to be called is something that needs to be decided by him personally.

So this call must be answered.

He got up and walked upstairs, "I'll go up and answer the phone."

After closing the door, Lin Lu answered the phone while walking towards the window, "What's the matter?"

Ning Qi: "The family of the drunk driver has been found."

Lin Lu suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes turned cold, "Where is it?"

Through the phone, Ning Qi was also frozen by the coldness, but her voice was still calm: "In a small mountain village in the southwest, Zhou Fei is already on his way."

Lin Lu took another step forward, "How sure?"

Ning Qi: "According to professional software comparison, the similarity is 90.00% nine."

90.00% nine, that is, unless it's twins, it's the same person.

"Very good." Lin Lu stood by the window and looked down at the figure who had just walked into the tool room in the backyard.

I don't know what Shan Yi said, but Shan Cen showed a bright smile on his face, completely different from the restrained and reserved ones he usually sees.

The coldness in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he said in a low voice: "Take care of people, don't startle them." Before sending Lin Chenghan to the place where he should go, he also had to let the other party feel what it was like to lose everything, otherwise how could he be worthy of him? Played so many years of brotherhood.

Ning Qi responded, "Okay, Mr. Lin."

Lin Lu: "Well, arrange the flight tomorrow."

In the tool room, Shan Cen was picking wood with Shan Yi. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked up. There was nothing in the window of the room on the second floor.

He frowned suspiciously, isn't Lin Lu on it?

Where did the feeling of being stared at just now come from?

Shan Yi didn't notice his abnormality, and was still picking out suitable wood, asking him: "Cen Cen, how about you come and see this piece?"

Shan Cen withdrew his gaze, "Yes."

Single meaning: "..."

Since he came in, he had already asked seven or eight questions, and Shan Cen nodded to each of them.

He stood up, pointed to the pile of wood he picked out and asked him, "Which one do you think is not acceptable?"

Shan Cen thought that Shan Yi was really asking for opinions, he glanced at the pile of wood, and asked seriously: "Is there any difference?"

Single point of view.

"Forget it." He waved his hand helplessly, he shouldn't have asked Shan Cen for his opinion.Since he was a child, his son has always been indifferent to everything, and only when it comes to Lin Lu's matter can the flat lake water stir up a little bit of waves.

"Just wait by the side."

"Oh." Shan Cen had no objection, and obediently sat on the small bench by the door.

The small bench should be what Su Xin usually sat on when she was doing handicrafts. Shan Cen sat on it with long hands and long legs, which looked a bit small.

When Shan Yi turned his head, he saw such a picture.

The young man bent his legs in front of him, put his hands on his knees, and looked at the scenery outside the door indifferently.

It was obviously a very common scene, but it almost made him cry in Shan Yi's eyes.

When he was a child, Shan Cen also liked to move a small bench and sit by the door, watching his grandfather paint and write, or watching his grandmother busy in the kitchen.

Everyone said that he was a good husband, he stayed with Su Xin to recuperate, and lived in Sweden for ten years.

But the other side of a good husband is that he is not a qualified father at all. 13 years old, a half-grown child, living alone in China, although he is looked after by Uncle Ji, who is more like a relative, but after all, he is not his biological parents.

But for so many years, Shan Cen never complained.

Shan Yi sometimes thinks that he would rather Shan Cen fight with them, or even hate them, than swallow those lonely days and nights alone.

It was they who were sorry for the child.

"Cen Cen?"

"Huh?" Shan Cen turned his head when he heard the voice, and was startled when he saw Shan Yi's expression. He stood up in surprise and walked over, "Dad, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Shan Yi wiped the corners of his eyes and smiled, "Just now I got sand in my eyes, I want you to wash them with some water, but it's gone now."

"The wood is ready." Shan Yi turned around and picked up the wood and walked out, "Go, let's get it in the workshop."

Shan Cen raised his heel, "Yeah."

"Mom seems to like my paintings very much." Shan Cen handed the wood to Shan Yi, and said something casually.

Shan Yi's subordinates paused for a moment, and then said naturally: "I like it very much, too."

Shan Cen: "Then let me draw a few more pictures for you? Anyway, I don't have much to do these days."

After the words fell, Shan Yi's face changed, "Can, is it possible?"

"Of course." Shan Cen said, "Anyway, I occasionally draw."

After finishing speaking, he observed Shan Yi's expression calmly, and found that the other party's lips were trembling, as if he was trying his best to hold back something.

There is indeed a problem.

But soon, Shan Yi returned to normal, as if he was chatting casually with his son, and asked, "Then what do you usually like to draw?"

Shan Cen: "Landscape."

Shan Yi lowered his head so that others could not see his expression clearly, "Do you not draw portraits...and still lifes?"

"No painting." Shan Cen said.

Single meaning: "Why?"

Shan Cencui curled his fingertips by his side and said, "Probably influenced by grandpa, didn't he also like painting portraits before? But..."

Shan Yi's hand suddenly trembled, the wood he was planing was tilted, and he adjusted the angle, "But what?"

"However," Shan Cen looked at Shan Cen and said, "I didn't study drawing hard, and grandpa will probably be disappointed."

"How come." Shan Yi smiled a little reluctantly, "Your grandfather has always encouraged free development, if it is not illegal or moral, he can do whatever he likes, so if you don't like painting, he won't say much. .”

"Or," Shan Yi stopped what he was doing, looked at Shan Cen and asked, "Now you want to develop into painting again?"

"No." Shan Cen denied, "It's good to be a teacher, and you have free time."

"That's true." Shan Yi agreed, "Lin Lu is busy at first, but no matter how busy you are, the two of you won't be able to see each other at all, which is prone to problems, so it's better for you to relax."

Speaking of this, Shan Yi suddenly paused, as if remembering something, and said anxiously: "Hey, don't stay with me here, go out with Lin Lu for a stroll, the town should be very lively today."

Shan Cen: "I went there last night."

"Last night was last night." Shan Yi urged him, "Go, you are here, and you are delaying my work."

Seeing that he didn't move, Shan Yi urged him several times.

"Okay." Shan Cen wanted to say something more, but it was too late, he turned and walked out, "Then call me if you need help."

"it is good."

After Shan Cen's figure disappeared in the backyard, Shan Yi let out a breath slowly.

He slumped down on the stool in a state of weakness, only to realize that the clothes on his back were soaked in cold sweat.

For a few moments just now, he almost thought that Shan Cen had recovered his memory.

But by the looks of it, probably not.

After sitting for a while, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

When he received the call, Ji Bo had just finished dealing with the vines in the backyard.

"Uncle?"

Shan Yi said 'um', "Brother Ji, I want to ask you something."

Hearing Shan Yi's serious tone, Ji Bo also became serious, "Ask."

Shan Yi: "Did Shan Cen paint a lot in recent years?"

Uncle Ji became anxious when he heard this, "Is something wrong with the young master? Is it serious?"

"It's okay." Shan Yi hurriedly told about Shan Cen's drawing yesterday.

"I'm just asking about the situation."

"I really don't know about this." Ji Bo said with a sigh, "Young master seldom comes back, and he disagreed when I said to take care of him. But isn't he a philosophy teacher now? He shouldn't be drawing often, right? "

After a pause, he said again: "Isn't it clearer to ask Master Lin about this matter?"

Shan Yi also thought about it, but if Shan Cen really deliberately concealed them, then Lin Lu would definitely not be a breakthrough.

And relatively speaking, Shan Cen is much simpler than Lin Lu who has been in the mall for many years.

So starting from Lin Lu, it is easy to scare the snake.

"Let me inquire from the side first." Shan Yi thought for a while and said, "Brother Ji, after they return to China, you should find a way to go to the place where they live and see if you find anything."

Ji Bo responded immediately, "Okay."

At this time, Lin Lu, who was considered difficult by Shan Yi, was looking at Shan Cen blankly, and asked the doubts in his heart, "Why?"

Shan Cenxin said that he also wanted to know why.

But this cannot be said to Lin Lu.

He turned around and sat on the sofa, "Just treat it as a secret. When they ask, just say that I only paint occasionally, and the paintings are also landscapes."

Lin Lu could hear what was unusual. He walked over and squatted beside the sofa, looked up at Shan Cen, and asked worriedly, "What happened?"

Shan Cen was afraid that Lin Lu would see the clues, so he turned his head away, "Don't ask." Because he didn't know what happened, he knew subconsciously that his parents should not know about it.

Lin Lu frowned.

This feeling of being excluded doesn't feel too good.

After a while, Shan Cen turned his head, lowered his eyes to look at Lin Lu, and begged, "Promise me, Lin Lu."

Lin Lu met those icy blue eyes, subconsciously nodded in response, "Okay."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Shan Cen's tense nerves finally relaxed, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Lin Lu grabbed his hand, squeezed it, and said, "But you have to promise me that you must tell me something, okay?"

Shan Cen moved his grasped fingertips, "Yes." If he knew.