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

Sweden.

After Shan Yi explained the matter to the gardener, when she returned to the house, she saw Su Xin standing firmly in front of Shan Cen's painting.

After Shan Cen left, this was not the first time.

Obviously the scenery in reality is right outside the door, and you can see it as soon as you go out, but she seems to have never seen it before. Whenever she has time, she stands in front of the painting and looks at it obsessively, as if she can't get enough of it no matter how she looks.

Shan Yi sighed silently, walked over helplessly, put his hands on her shoulders, pushed her towards the sofa, and said, "Okay, the painting can't run, so sit down for a while, rest for a while before look."

Su Xin didn't want to leave at first, but she was embarrassed to look at Shan Yi's words, and sat down on the sofa following his strength.

It's just that the person left, but she couldn't help casting her gaze over there. When Shan Cen was still here, she didn't dare to be too obvious, but now that there is no one, she became unscrupulous.

"It's a pity that Cen Cen is so talented."

"What's the pity?" Shan Yi poured her a glass of water and handed it to her, worry flashed across his eyes, "Didn't Cen Cen say that? He usually draws, so he won't bury his talent. "

Su Xin also knew this was the reason, but she still couldn't pass the test in her heart, "That's what I said, but if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't give up the major of painting. You know, amateur and full-hearted devotion, after all, Still different."

Thinking of my guess, I just wanted to say, but it might not be.

But now he is not sure about anything, and he dare not say anything more, "Cen Cen and I have said many times, it is not because of you that he did not choose painting as a major, it is not your fault, so don't blame yourself for the mistake, okay?"

It sounds simple, but...

Forget it, Su Xin nodded, "I see."

"Don't think too much." Shan Yi squeezed her shoulder, and lowered her voice, "Cen Cen is still young, maybe he wants to learn again in two years?"

Su Xin took a sip of water, thought for a while, and said, "That's true."

"But it still depends on what he likes."

"Of course." When Shan Yi said this, he couldn't help laughing, "Don't you know our son? What you do is based on what you like, and you rarely follow the crowd."

"Didn't you inherit it from you." Su Xin glared at him, she looked gentle on the surface, and agreed on everything, but she had already made up her mind in her heart, "Be stubborn."

"Yes, yes, yes," Shan Yi said three 'yes' words, "It's all my fault."

"Then, Your Majesty, it's time for you to watch the news every week. Shall I turn on the tablet for you?"

Su Xin was amused by him, so she reached out her hand in cooperation, pretending to be a queen, "present it."

"okay!"

Shan Yi pressed the tablet, and then clicked on Su Xin's frequently used webpages, then put the tablet in her hand respectfully, "Please have a look."

Su Xin lifted her chin slightly, and took it casually.

Shan Yi suppressed a smile: "Then Your Majesty, I'm going to work in the backyard, can you call me?"

Su Xin waved her hand, "Kneel down!"

"okay!"

After Shan Yi left, the living room was quiet, only the ticking of the clock could be heard.

Su Xin clicked on the topic list of the past week, and then scrolled to the bottom of the page as usual, planning to read from the earliest topic.

Lance?Andrew?

These two have a new work again?

Su Xin opened the topic with doubts.

The first thing that catches the eye is a Chinese painting.

Su Xin is a painter herself, and she grew up immersed in calligraphy and painting, so her judgment is not bad. Just a cursory look, she knew that this painting was made by a famous artist. She couldn't wait to zoom in on the picture to take a closer look .

Sure enough, it was the same as guessing.

The brush strokes of the whole painting are skillful, but there is a bit of aura of a newborn calf in it.

Su Xin is sure that the person who can draw this picture must be extremely talented.

It's just that she searched for the whole painting, and couldn't find the signature on it.

"Who drew it?"

While muttering to herself, she read the content of the topic.

Andrew lost the bet?Lance supports the unknown painter?

To rectify the name of Huaguo traditional Chinese painting?

Su Xin frowned, and when she saw a video, she clicked on it.

With just one glance, she recognized who the person with his back to the screen was.

To prove it, she frantically checked the date of the exchange meeting, and it really coincided with the day when Shan Cen went to Stockholm.

Shan Cen went to the exchange meeting.

She knew about this exchange meeting last month, the organizer was Mars, and all the well-known painters from all over the world were invited.

Shan Cen's ability to go shows that he represents the country of Hua.

It also shows that he cannot be an unknown person.

But she hadn't seen his paintings for the first time until a few days ago, since he gave up painting in his third year of high school.

seven years?Or eight years?

During the process, she tried several times and asked him if he was still interested in learning painting, but he always said no.

But at present, the facts are not what they see.

Su Xin's lips trembled slightly, she opened the search box with trembling hands, and entered the word 'Shan Cen'.

The page jumps, and the first one to appear is the anonymous forum of University A.

Su Xin opened it.

[[-] Academy of Fine Arts Flower God Shan Cen Dan teacher's defiant appearance]

Art teacher?

Landlord: First upload the picture of the town building, and you first taste [picture][picture]

Su Xin opened it.

The person in the photo is wearing glasses, covering the coldness between his brows, making him look much warmer, and the white shirt on his body is neatly dressed.

It's Shan Cen.

Landlord: Alright, after looking at the picture, let’s take a closer look at Mr. Dan’s incredible looks, welcome to add!

The first, of course, is the eyes.Everyone knows that Teacher Shan's eyes are different pupils, ice blue...

……

Su Xin's hand that slid the screen suddenly stopped,

114L: If you want me to say, Mr. Shan's appearance is second to none, and his talent is what makes people feel enthralled.In his freshman year, he was hand-picked by the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts as a graduate student and accepted as a closed disciple. In his sophomore year, he won the Huaguo Huahong Award No.1, becoming the youngest winner of the Huahong Award.

Do you guys know how old was the youngest winner before he won No.1? 37! ! !And Mr. Shan got it when he was 17 years old, 20 years! ! !It's just... Forget it, I can't find an adjective, you can experience it yourself!

115L: I also know a gossip. It is said that Mr. Shan applied for a philosophy major at the beginning, but shortly after the start of the semester, he was accepted by the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts.Everyone knows how difficult it is to change majors, right?But the Academy of Fine Arts personally asked for someone from the Department of Philosophy, saying that it was a waste of talent in the Department of Philosophy.

Tut tut...

You taste it, you taste it carefully! ! !

……

Su Xin softened her hand,

Snapped--

The tablet fell to the ground.

Shan Yi in the backyard heard the sound, his heart skipped a beat, he dropped the tools in his hand and ran away.

As soon as she entered the living room, she saw Su Xin curled up on the sofa clutching her chest.

The expression on his face was on the verge of getting out of control.

is a sign of disease.

Shan Yi's expression changed, he rushed over in a few steps, and quickly took out the medicine bottle from under the coffee table.

He embraced Su Xin with one hand, and forcibly fed her the medicine with the other.

After making sure she swallowed it, he picked up the water glass and let her drink some water.

He hugged her tightly again, and softly comforted her while giving her back to relax, "Okay, it's okay, take it easy, I'm here for everything."

"It's okay, listen."

"How about grilled wings for lunch? I'll make it. There's also corn soup. The corn I bought in the morning is very fresh."

……

Su Xin closed her eyes, shivering slightly in Shan Yi's embrace.

The gushing darkness tugged at her nerves, trying to pull her into the abyss.

No!

Su Xin clenched her fingers, she had harmed Shan Cen for so many years, she couldn't make him worry anymore.

She needs to be calm.

calm down!

……

After an unknown amount of time, the person in his arms finally calmed down.

The heavy haze in Shan Yi's eyes finally dissipated.

He looked down at the tormented Su Xin, and asked in a low voice, "Go to rest for a while?"

Su Xin's face was covered with sweat, she shook her head, "Cen Cen... lied to us."

……

After understanding the whole story, Shan Yi fell into deep thought, and said after a while, "Don't think too much, he might just be..."

"What happened in his third year of high school?"

Su Xin interrupted Shanyi's words, and looked at him without moving her eyes, "Don't lie to me, Shanyi."

Shan Yi worried about her body, "Your body?"

"I'm fine." Because of the mood swing just now, Su Xin's voice was a little weak, "I don't want to run away anymore."

He lowered his eyes single-mindedly.

Things have been a long time ago.

But the paintings I saw at that time still remain in my mind.

Dark, twisted, treacherous, these are the adjectives for the paintings Shan Cen drew at that time.

Ji Bo found out and contacted him, but Su Xin's condition was very unstable at the time, and he couldn't walk away even a single step, so he had to ask Ji Bo to send her to see a psychiatrist. After receiving the feedback, he felt like he was in an ice cave.

The psychiatrist said that those paintings were a reflection of Shan Cen's heart, indicating that he was suffering in his heart. The collision of darkness and light kept him in chains, and he could only reduce his burden by painting.

Moreover, he has signs of regaining his memory.

Originally, they wanted to interfere with his memory again, and then slowly guide him out of the predicament, but Shan Cen refused, and he resisted the treatment.

Once, he was overheard by Su Xin when he was communicating with a psychiatrist. Su Xin collapsed on the spot when she learned the truth, and all previous treatments were ruined.

The house leak coincided with Lian Yeyu, Shan Cen found out about Su Xin's serious illness from the clues of contacting them, and then contacted his own matter, and quickly came to a conclusion.

It was he who caused Su Xin's illness.

He compromised and accepted psychotherapy.

The memory that was about to move was once again dusty.

After recovering from illness, Shan Cen gave up the art test and never painted again.

During the college entrance examination, he chose philosophy as a major.

By the time they knew it, the matter had already been settled.

The explanation he gave them was that he had been painting since he was a child, and it had remained unchanged for so many years, but he suddenly wanted to change his way of painting.

During that time, Shan Cen, a rare rebellious person, often contradicted them.

But it is also much more vivid than before when it was quiet and quiet.

So, although they didn't understand him giving up painting, they didn't ask any further.

And after that, Shan Cen did not paint again.

They all thought that he had given up on painting.

Until a few days ago, he suddenly drew a picture, which aroused the dusty expectations in their hearts.

And the news on the news was also telling them that Shan Cen didn't change his path, but just kept it from them.

After finishing what he could say, Shanyi pinched the center of his brow wearily, "That's how it is."

"So Cen Cen is still because of me." Su Xin's tears finally couldn't hold back, and slid down her cheeks, "I hurt him."

"No."

Shan wanted to hug her, but she raised her hand to stop her, "You don't need to persuade me, I know you want to say it's not my fault, and Cen Cen didn't give up on himself."

"But Shanyi." Su Xin raised her eyes and looked over, "It's not that he didn't give up, the suffering he suffered all these years doesn't exist anymore."

"He wanted to hide it from us and brother Ji, so he rarely went back to Su's house these years. He didn't dare to tell us when he changed his major, and even more so when he won an award, for fear of being discovered by us. Made me sick again."

"These are all caused by me."

"Did you suspect him before?"

Nodding single-mindedly, "Yes."

Su Xin frowned, "What did you do?"

Shan Yi felt inexplicably guilty when asked, "I just asked Brother Ji to take a look."

Su Xin glared at him.

Shan Yi immediately said: "I'll call Brother Ji right away."

Ji Bo was drinking tea with Lin Lu in the living room when he received Shan Yi's call.

Seeing that it was a single call, he stood up and walked aside, "Uncle?"

Shan Yi's voice was a little heavy, "There is no need to investigate Shan Cen's affairs."

Ji Bo was taken aback for a moment, his heart was full of doubts, but he didn't ask any further questions. One was that the occasion was not suitable, and the other was that there were some things that he really shouldn't know.

"Okay, uncle."

"En." Under Su Xin's gaze, Shan Yi said again, "This is the end of this matter, don't bring it up again in the future, and don't say anything in front of Shan Cen."

Ji Bo responded one by one.

After hanging up the phone, he walked back to the living room, and apologized to Lin Lu: "Master Lin, I'm really sorry, my uncle suddenly needs me to do something, I have to go back right away, so I can't see this house today."

Lin Lu was worrying about how to deal with the paintings in the guest room, but suddenly he couldn't react when he heard that he didn't read them, "Don't read them?"

"Yes." Uncle Ji smiled embarrassedly, "Young master is in a hurry, I have to go back immediately."

As he said that, he glanced upstairs, "Young master..."

Lin Lu stood up, "I'll call him."

Just as Ji Bo was about to say no, Lin Lu already ran up to the second floor in three steps at a time.

He shook his head helplessly, "Young people are so anxious."

On the second floor, just as Lin Lu touched the doorknob, the door was pulled open from the inside.

Shan Cen didn't change his clothes, it was still the T-shirt and sweatpants from before, but he just washed his face, and the broken hair on his forehead was wet, and he stroked it up again, revealing the full forehead and some reddened hair underneath. end of eye.

Shan Cen's skin was very fair, and his eyes were as clear as if they had been washed with water, so that now he looked as if he had just cried.

Lin Lu's heart skipped a beat, "What's wrong?"

After speaking, I realized that my voice was a little hoarse.

Shan Cen was also taken aback when he saw Lin Lu, he lowered his eyes to avoid Lin Lu's gaze, and said in a low voice, "I'm a little sleepy, I washed my face." As he spoke, he passed Lin Lu and walked out, "Go down, don't go Let Ji Bo wait for a long time."

Lin Lu: "...OK."

He pinched the center of his eyebrows and couldn't help but spurn his behavior in his heart.

Ji Bo was still downstairs, he only took one look at Shan Cen, and wanted to make some sauce.

unacceptable!

Just when, can they be stuffed with soy sauce?

Sad people!