It's really exciting to see what kind of expression it will look like when you encounter something else.

As a half-blood, Jing Xun is tall, almost a model larger than him, and he seems to like to bite.

Lin Zhi had already lost his smile when he looked up, after all, a person whose boyfriend was missing, who was either out of love or a widow, could smile so happily at his boyfriend's brother's house.

He didn't move Jingxun's wine cabinet without permission, and the glass was filled with milk.

He raised it slightly towards Jing Xun's door and said "Happy Birthday" silently.

9.23 is Ming Yao's birthday.

Although not a fragment of personality, they are also a human being in a sense.

Lin Zhi lowered his head and slowly finished his dinner.

Jing Xun was in the bedroom, looking at the message sent by the agent.

He is not in a good state to socialize with people, so he will leave everything about painting to an agent.

The agent is the daughter of her mother's friend, named Chang Yuhan.

Because he couldn't contact his mother, at half past four, he asked Chang Yuhan to investigate his brother's affairs, hoping to determine his brother's safety as soon as possible.

"I resigned half a month ago."

Jing Xun frowned slightly, is this a premeditated disappearance?

But he doesn't think that Wei Jinrong is still playing this hand when he is thirty years old, they are all adults, judging from the memorandum he recorded, Wei Jinrong and Lin Zhi do not have too deep love-hate entanglements and interests, why can't Wei Jinrong say it directly and do this?

He decided to ask Chang Yuhan and Lin Zhi to go to that agency to inquire about the situation.

The hunger in his abdomen made Jing Xun decide to eat, and he opened the door and saw the back of the young man in the open kitchen.

He was wearing a black sweater, and his face became softer and fairer.

"Are you hungry, I left a dinner for you in the thermos, if you need it, please eat it as soon as possible, otherwise it won't taste good if it's cold."

Lin Zhi leaned sideways slightly, covering the slender dagger on his waist that was revealed by the action he had just raised his hand to close the closet.

Chapter 91: Missing Brother's Boyfriend

Even if he didn't care about Wei Jinrong, Lin Zhi did not forget the hidden dangers of this world, Wei Jinrong, who did not know where to go, and the ancient paintings that disappeared with him, let several people search in secret, no matter what, the employer and the BV company will not stop.

These cold weapons, which were specially designed for combat, were equipped by Lin Zhi on the car sent by the company when he left the airport, so as to prevent him from having any accidents when he checked Wei Jinrong's residence.

Even as a civil servant, the original owner was taught not to relax easily, and Lin Zhi's heart was like a net, so he was naturally more cautious.

Until he arrived at Jing Xun's residence, Lin Zhi did not relax.

He didn't really want to expose it in front of Jing Xun, and he planned to hide all his weapons in his bag in front of the door.

But after letting 01 scan the house, Lin Zhi didn't do it immediately.

Jingxun's house is full of surveillance inside and out, and as far as 01 is concerned, there are no dead spots in this spacious villa.

Jing Xun should not have self-voyeurism, which may be his solution to deal with intermittent amnesia, and the memory will suddenly disappear, but the traces will not.

Lin Zhi cleaned the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen and pointed to the location of the thermos box for Jing Xun.

"Thank you."

Jing Xun didn't refuse Lin Weaving's kindness this time, he was just sick and couldn't get along with people normally, which didn't mean that he couldn't get along with people.

This concern and kindness are not without reason, because Lin Zhi is Wei Jinrong's lover, and he is Wei Jinrong's younger brother.

Jing Xun took the thermos box and utensils and sat in the dining room, poured himself a glass of water, and ate in silence.

Lin Zhi found the dusty hanger from the guest room, cleaned and wiped it, dried up the somewhat wet coat on the sealed balcony, and put the knife at his waist into the pocket of the coat by the way.

He pretended to straighten the hem of his trousers, took out a special blade from the edge of his shoe, and put it in the pocket of his coat.

The slender and tall young man on the balcony carefully and patiently arranged the folds of his coat, and the rain and fog outside the window, the light of the gloomy cold tone, his face was naturally relaxed and had no emotional fluctuations, but mixed with a strange sense of coldness and vulnerability.

Jing Xun records the picture with his eyes, and every frame seems to have a sense of story that attracts people's attention.

Unfortunately, all he remembered now was an incomplete story, and he could only recall the brief content he had laid out in the memo, but he could not remember what he had seen with his own eyes.

The story should be mediocre, right, I judge it this way.

Jing Xun withdrew his gaze and didn't intend to pay too much attention to the titular sister-in-law.

Lin Weaving tidied up his things and sat on the sofa in the living room.

The layout of this villa has been changed, from the outside it should have three floors, but in fact there are only two floors inside, and the area of the second floor is not large, only occupying a part.

The living room is particularly spacious, with a skylight from the ground floor, no fireplace, a TV screen in front, and sofas about two-thirds of the way around, with easels behind the sofas, making it feel like a huge studio, with no doors in the traditional sense.

Because there are no ceiling hanging lights, instead there are vertical hanging lights, and there are other wall lights.

Artists have some different habits from ordinary people, especially geniuses, Lin Zhi thought of Jing Xun's childhood experience, and also had a little guess about this situation.

Jing Xun was rescued from the basement, even if it was a big basement, it must be a place that was closed on all sides and made people feel that their souls were being squeezed.

The paintings behind the sofa were all covered, so that people could not peep, so Lin Zhi's eyes were in front of him, ignoring the discarded paper balls and staring at the one that Jing Xun was sketching.

The gray tones, until the painter finishes it, make it difficult to imagine the final product.

Jing Xun cleaned up the tableware, looked at the young man sitting on the sofa, and frowned unconsciously.

"Can you go to the guest room?"

Although it is a question sentence, Jing Xun's attitude is undoubtedly a request.

Jing Xun doesn't like to work in his room, it makes him unable to think, but the presence of strangers in his space, even if he is extremely quiet, is unbearable.

Lin Zhi bowed his head slightly, and then said with some hesitation: "Is there a quilt, I didn't see it in the guest room." ”

It can be seen that Jing Xun did not have the habit of letting people stay overnight and did not step into the only guest bedroom on the first floor at all, when Lin Zhi opened the door, it was full of dust, I don't know how long it had been untouched, the wooden board of the bed was also dusty, there was nothing else in the cabinet except for a few empty hangers, in the humid air, this kind of room was completely uninhabitable.

However, he did not bring this up, and only asked tactfully if there was a bed.

Jing Xun remembered the situation in the guest room at home and was silent for a moment.

In addition to the sofa, only his bedroom can sleep, and the second floor is his collection, and Wei Jinrong can't enter, let alone Lin Zhi.

But the bedroom is also a private area, Jing Xun can't let strangers move in, and there is only a sofa when he thinks about it.

He lowered his eyes to Lin Weaving in front of him, and noticed that he was unnatural in his conversation.

Lin Zhi may be a little cold, his cheeks are not bloody, and the hands in front of him are unconsciously folded and rubbed, and his body is faintly trembling.

His expression didn't show this, probably because he didn't want to disturb him too much, his expression was still peaceful, and his eyes were soft and bright.

Jing Xun vaguely sensed where the strange and contradictory attraction of Lin Zhi's body came from, the wet youth in the rain gave people a sense of vulnerability that could be easily destroyed, but when you looked into his eyes, you could perceive a power that could not be easily broken.

These eyes have been staring at it for a long time, and they can glimpse a faint smile in the mild and harmless, which is contrary to the appearance and makes people shudder.

Jing Xun's heart tightened suddenly, and his gaze fell on Lin Weaving's face again.

Lin Weaving's eyes were filled with doubts and worries that he didn't know why, as if what he had just detected was an illusion.

"I'll get you a blanket, and you sleep on the couch tonight, don't disturb me quietly."

Jing Xun's memo said that Lin Zhi would find a place to live by himself, and he only needed to take in his brother's lover for one night.

Lin Zhi's head, Jing Xun's sofa is big enough, at least much more than Song Jiazhu's sofa, even if he is an adult lying flat, there is enough space.

Jing Xun soon walked out of the bedroom with a blanket, his body temperature has always been relatively high and he is not afraid of the cold, so this season is only covered with a thin blanket, but thinking that Lin Zhi is afraid of the cold, he still took out the thick blanket in the cabinet.

He handed the blanket to Lin Weaving, and he stood in front of Lin Weaving, the shadow of the light completely covering Lin Weaving.

Lin Zhi raised his head and thanked him: "Thank you." ”

Jing Xun's expression did not change at all, and he walked towards his drawing board.

Lin Zhi looked at Jing Xun's back, although Jing Xun was five years younger than his body, but the things he experienced in the process of growing up had already made Jing Xun lose his due vitality, like a barely running clock, trying not to show chaos and sickness in front of others.

Lin Zhi still wants to see him in his truest form, but unfortunately he doesn't have a chance for the time being.

The hanging lamp in the room was bright, and Lin Zhi leaned back on the soft sofa and listened to the subtle sound of the brush touching the paper, and closed his eyes.

Jing Xun looked at the traces he had left on the canvas, erased his previous thoughts, peeled off the paper, crumpled and discarded it.

He had already sketched out his finished product in his mind, and quickly selected the paint to sketch on the paper.

The burst of inspiration was like the budding of a new branch, allowing him to get rid of the blank state that made people tired and irritable due to repeated reflections.

The slight vibration of the watch reminded the passage of time, and Jing Xun glanced at it habitually and continued to draw without pause.

In his preoccupation he forgot that there was another person in the space, and he delicately sketched the edges, entering into an almost fanatical seriousness.

Blood-colored tones flickered in his mind, interfering with his thoughts, telling him about the art of death and gore.

The warm blood is like the lament of the dead, and the clean brush is stained with rust red, allowing him to praise and praise, destroying his aesthetics and shaping it brutally, and he tries his best to reject and inevitably be influenced.

The dark red pigment is depicted on the gray mist, and the person who paints this brush is immersed in it and is unconscious.

The intermittent rain stopped in the middle of the night, and the light outside the window slowly brightened.

Lin Zhi woke up from his sleep due to a strong sense of staring, and because of the light and the hazy vision of his first awakening, he could only vaguely see someone sitting not far away looking at him.

Lin Zhi sat up with his hands propped up, and his vision returned to clear.

He knew who it was, so he was defenseless, rubbing his forehead as if he had just woken up from the chaos.

Jing Xun's state was a little abnormal, and the sense of chaos on his body was more serious than yesterday.

"It's been a night without rest, you don't look like you're in great shape."

Lin Zhi asked softly, as if he hadn't noticed how offensive his lover's brother was when he looked at him.

The gaze that was so focused on cutting his body into subtle observation was full of morbid madness.

The owner who looked at him didn't seem to notice that something was wrong with him, and his voice was hoarse and he spoke a little slowly, but he answered the question: "I found a place where he works, but he resigned half a month ago, and someone will take you there at nine o'clock to ask." ”

Lin Zhi didn't ask Jing Xun why he didn't go, but said with a little thanks, "Okay, thank you." ”

He did not hide his frustration when he heard the content of the words, and repeated the time of his lover's resignation silently with some bitterness, and pulled the corners of his lips rather self-deprecatingly, as if laughing at himself for not knowing anything about it.

Jing Xun didn't miss any of his expressions, his eyes rolled with the trajectory of the young man's movements, watching him take his things to the bathroom to wash.

Hayashiori: [What happened last night?] 】