The two drawings were placed on the table, and Si Sheng compared them quietly, with a thoughtful expression.

interesting.

She asked Si Shangshan to find a designer from the Si family to do interior design, but in fact she just wanted to see the Si family's mechanical skills, and didn't think much about it.

Later, when I saw Yi Shici's drawings, I found that a large part of them were related to decoration. So after the designer of the Si family came, Si Sheng specially found some early design ideas and left a batch of drawings to carefully compare the relationship.

Unexpectedly, she actually saw the clue.

Known:

Yi poetry and lyrics steal the drawings of Yi Zhongzheng to Si Mingsheng;

The drawings of Yi Shi Ci are similar to the creative ideas of Si Jia’s design drawings;

Yi poetry drawings are creative, but empty and have low operability. While the Si family's design drawings are certainly operable while retaining creativity;

...

Is it that the father and daughter who wrote Yi Zhongzheng and Yi Shici is working as a long-term worker for the Si family?

Si Sheng raised his eyebrows.

Suddenly, I remembered what Ling Xize said about Si Bing—

That man also seemed to have a drawing in his hand?

And it has common problems that belong to Yi poetry and drawings.

Squinted his eyes, Si Sheng took out his cell phone, called out Professor Gao's phone number and dialed.

*

As soon as he came out of the kitchen, Xiao Niyuguang's vision crashed into a figure, which shocked him to stop immediately.

Si Sheng left the study room at some point, now he leaned against the kitchen door, lowered his head slightly, and flipped a book in his hand.

Silently.

Empty devil.

After secretly complaining, Xiao Ni took the initiative to ask: "Is there anything wrong?"

Close the book, Si Sheng raised his slender fingers, pushed the hanging hair behind his ear, and turned his head and asked, "What kind of work does your mother do?"

Si Sheng calls Yi Shici, either by his name or “your mother”.

Xiao Ni had already adapted.

He said, "No job."

“Never?”

After a moment of silence, Xiao Ni thought about it carefully, "Not in memory."

Since he was sensible, Yi Shici has been a housewife. The only thing she can hang on to "work" is probably the drawings she drew.

Although my father's income is not very high, he can support the whole family alone and let Yi Shici do what he wants to do.

"How did she live before marrying your father?" Si Sheng asked.

Xiao Ni: "I don't know."

He hasn't asked.

“…”

Facing Xiao Ni, who was puzzled, Si Sheng stared silently for three seconds and walked towards the study in disappointment.

"Why."

Xiao Ni called her.

Si Sheng stopped, frowned slightly, and turned around and looked over.

The light was refracted from the pupils, and Xiao Ni looked at her quietly and asked, "What do you want to ask?"

Si Sheng said lightly: "Ask whatever you want."

The corners of the lips were straight, and the cold white light cover made Xiao Ni look a little cold.

Later, he said: "She likes mechanism technology and interior design in college. My dad said that she always wanted to combine mechanism technology and interior design."

"oh?"

Si Sheng found it interesting and raised his eyebrows with great interest, "Has she succeeded?"

"……No."

When my father was alive, he often said that when Yi Shiyi designed the drawings, they would decorate according to her drawings.

Make it what she likes.

Later, when my father passed away, I no longer studied Yi's poems.

Yi Shici still draws drawings at her desk, but what she studied was no longer interior decoration, but something that Xiao Ni couldn't understand at his current level.

Among those drawings, the only picture he could understand is—

A bridge.

"No?"

After a simple question, Xiao Ni raised surprise and surprise from it.

Xiao Ni paused slightly and asked, "Is it easy?"

Si Sheng shrugged and said lightly: "It's not difficult."

“…”

Xiao Ni was a little dazed.

The "not difficult" mentioned by Si Sheng, Yi poetry has been studied for five years, and the final result is still a semi-finished product.

"Here."

With a raised hand, Si Sheng suddenly threw the book over.

Xiao Ni subconsciously reached out to take it and came back to his senses.

Si Sheng said: "Her books are too complicated and messy, and they are useless. This book is more basic, you can read it."

Looking down at the book, when Xiao Ni looked up again, Si Sheng had already walked into the study, and only a moment of afterimage was left in his sight.

There was wind at the entrance of the study room, and her hair was lifted up, flying behind her, her side face fell into the soft light, and her sharp and flamboyant appearance was cut. At that glance, she looked a little gentle.

After a while.

Xiao Ni lowered his eyes, weighed the books that were quite old in his hand, and looked through them. The dense notes came into his eyes, which made him raise his eyebrows.

Compared with Yi's poems... it is even better than that.

*

Chengchuan Hospital.

Si Sheng did not go to the inpatient department, so he first talked to Yi Zhongzheng's attending doctor for half an hour before going to the ward that Yi Zhongzheng moved to.

She arranged for Yi Zhongzheng to live with Grandpa Wang.

However, this was her first time here.

Walking in the corridor, Si Sheng followed the door number of the ward. Before he found the door number, he saw a sneaky figure outside a ward.

Girls in their early twenties are not tall, and they are wearing a long white down jacket, which is as bulky as a penguin.

He was carrying a few bags in his hand, and was lying at the door of the ward. He occasionally tiptoed, occasionally squatted down, and looked inside through the gap. His eyes were probably stuck with the door frame.

"What did you see?"

A nice inquiry sound floated down from above the head.

Tao Lele muttered: "The sewing is too thin and I don't see anything."

"oh."

The word "leisurely" falls into your ears like the wind.

The ears are so cool that they are scraped.

“…”

Tao Lele was stunned and stunned.

The next moment, the crack of the door opened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the scene in the ward appeared little by little.

Two hospital beds, two elderly people, two pairs of eyes, four lines of vision.

Two old men: "..."

Tao Lele: “…”

At the same time, there was a slow voice beside her, "Isn't it enough to push it away?"
To be continued...