She was not familiar with her, so he had no position and no need to self-righteously state his understanding of her.
Zhou Yi's knuckles turned white, "Since you can't let go, why should you break up with him?"
This question should not have been asked in the first place. Discussing this in their current relationship would only appear to be presumptuous, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't swallow them.
Zhou Yi felt that he was now in a very contradictory situation: on the one hand, he did not want to see Zheng Pianqing and Qin Lie together, but on the other hand, he wanted Zheng Pianqing to live a happier life - he could feel that he and Qin Lie When she was with Lie, she was very relaxed, exuding a sense of relaxation from the inside out, which was a state she didn't have in front of others.
He couldn't give it either.
As expected, Zheng Pianqian's face darkened because of Zhou Yi's question, and her cold eyes were now covered with frost.
After Zhou Yi felt the change in her, he coughed unnaturally and followed behind to explain: "I don't ask this to interfere with your privacy, I just want you to be happy."
Every word he said was sincere, but Zheng Pianqing was completely unmoved. Such words did not cause any waves in her heart. Realizing this, Zhou Yi felt self-deprecating and powerless.
Today, Zheng Pianqing would not believe even a single punctuation mark from his mouth, and the culprit of all this was himself.
"Pianying." Zhou Yi looked at the necklace around her neck and took a deep breath. "If you are happy with him, go find him. Don't think too much."
Zheng Pianqing: "I don't need your advice on my matters."
She still had the attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away, "Just because I let you see Sansan doesn't mean you can dictate my affairs, so shut your mouth."
"I'm not pointing fingers -" Zhou Yi retorted subconsciously, "I know you don't believe what I say now, but I hope you are happy. This is true. As long as you can be happy, I will do anything."
Zheng Pianqing: "Then go to hell."
Zhou Yi: "..."
Although he had seen Zheng Pianqian's current ruthlessness, after hearing her say these words so decisively, Zhou Yi's heart still twitched violently. He seemed to have lost his voice and could not pronounce a single syllable.
Just at this time, Sansan came back.
After Zheng Pianqing saw Sansan, her attitude immediately returned to gentleness. She held Sansan's hand and took her to the easel to introduce her to the things used in oil painting. Sansan was very interested and 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. He also knew very well that what Zheng Pianqing just said about telling him to die was not an angry word.
His existence itself is redundant and will only disrupt their original rhythm - Zheng Linxu has said before that Sansan does not need his role as a father in her life, and she lives a good life in the Zheng family.
During this period, Zhou Yi often felt a very strong sense of frustration, and this feeling reached its peak at this moment.
He clenched his fists, turned around and walked out of the studio. When he stopped in the corridor, he happened to see a painting opposite - a black vortex.
The opposite painting had a strong visual impact and three-dimensionality. Just staring at it for a few seconds, Zhou Yi felt that he was about to be sucked in, and the suffocating feeling became more and more intense.
He kept taking deep breaths, stroking his chest and walking closer. He saw the date of creation under the frame, which coincided with the period when Zheng Pianqing's symptoms of depression were most severe in his medical record.
The work is a projection of the artist's spiritual world, but the sense of suffocation and despair displayed in this painting should not be one-tenth of what she felt at that time.
"Uncle Zhou, why did you come out?" Sansan's voice pulled Zhou Yi back from his thoughts.
Zhou Yi turned around and found that Zheng Pianqing came out with Sansan.
"I'm here to take a call," Zhou Yi forced out a smile and looked at Sansan, but his voice was hoarse, "Sansan, I may not be able to come to you in the next few days. Something happened." Go get busy.”
Sansan was a little disappointed when he heard this, but still nodded: "Okay, Uncle Zhou, come and play with me when you're done, I'll wait for you."
Zhou Yi: "Okay, then I'll leave first."
Sansan: "I'll take you down, Uncle Zhou."
As she spoke, she glanced sideways at Zheng Pianqing, asking for her opinion.
Zheng Pianqian let go of Sansan's hand and did not object.
Zheng Pianqing returned to the studio, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and saw Sansan sending Zhou Yi out of the studio.
Before parting, Zhou Yi touched San San's hair and looked reluctant to leave.
——
For more than a week, Zhou Yi did not appear again.
In the past, he would definitely find Sansan on weekends, either taking her out to play, or coming to play Lego or reading a book with Sansan.
But this weekend, there was not even a sign of Zhou Yi.
Zheng Pianqing had promised Sansan to teach her painting on weekends, so after breakfast, mother and daughter went to the studio.
After Sansan sat down in the studio, she raised her arms from time to time to look at her watch. When Zheng Pianqian taught her how to mix colors, she didn't pay much attention.
After Sansan was distracted again, Zheng Pianqing 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 was checking to see if Uncle Zhou had replied to my message."
Zheng Pianqing: "Huh?"
Sansan: "He has been ignoring me recently. I sent a lot of messages, and he seems to have disappeared."
As he spoke, Sansan already showed a worried expression, "Mom, Uncle Zhou is not sick, is he? He seems to be alone here. It would be very pitiful if he is sick."
Zheng Pian frowned. When Sansan said that Zhou Yi hadn't replied, she felt something was wrong: "When did he start not replying to you?"
Sansan: "It was after I sent him away from here that day."
Sansan's words immediately reminded Zheng Pianqian of the brief conversation between her and Zhou Yi that day. It was a little abnormal when he said something inexplicably that he hoped she would be happy.
Zheng Pianqing rubbed her temples and said to Sansan, "Call him."
Sansan: "I tried, but I can't get in."
Zheng Pianying took out Sansan's mobile phone and found Zhou Yi's number in the call history.
After dialing out, the prompt there is that it cannot be connected.
"Mom, let's go to Uncle Zhou's house to find him." Sansan became more and more worried as she thought about it. "Uncle Zhou's family members are not here. It would be so pitiful if no one takes care of him when he is sick."
Zheng Pianqian thought for a while and said to Sansan, "I'll ask Uncle Ajiu to look for it."
After making the decision, Zheng Pianying immediately called Ah Jiu.
Sansan, on the other hand, no longer had any intention to draw, and was waiting for news from Zhou Yi with a worried look on his face.
Zheng Pianqing saw Sansan's worried expression, and her inner impatience with Zhou Yi skyrocketed.
