Jing Xun forgot this, and his heart was beating extremely fast.

His emotions were not the panic of being discovered, but the irrepressible excitement, and this excitement made him unconsciously raise the corners of his lips, and his eyes looked intently at the young man in the camera,

What kind of reaction he will have if he is discovered, Jing Xun is a little excited.

Do you continue to pretend to be unaware or do you simply not disguise yourself and expose your true appearance to him?

Discover it, find it quickly, and when the time comes, you will be able to see the horror on this face, and then you will ...... The smile on Jing Xun's face faded again, and he fell into a tangle.

A broken beautiful vase has a special aesthetic that cannot be repaired or used.

What if Lin Weaving was leaving, if he couldn't make him feel it anymore.

Jing Xun's heart was very difficult, he didn't have the idea of fiddling with Lin Weaving in his mind for the time being, he just wanted to observe him, and wanted to see what emotions he could convey in his natural state.

And Lin Weaving is very dangerous, he will not be able to keep anything if he is self-defeating, this will never work.

Therefore, after Jing Xun found that the young man in the camera looked away, he breathed a sigh of relief and a little faint loss.

The young man walked out of the courtyard, and from his back he could see that he had walked to the night lamp, and the one-meter-and-a-half-high nightlamp posts standing on either side of the road were also hidden garbage cans.

He blew the wind on the side of the road for a while, probably to dissipate the smell of smoke on his body.

As he walked towards the house, Jing Xun immediately put down the device and returned to the living room.

The doorbell rang, Jing Xun opened the door, and his eyes stayed on Lin Zhi's slightly pale face blown by the cold wind.

It's strange, knowing that this person is not harmless, but seeing him like this always makes him feel pity that this person needs very much.

This disguise is too deceptive to get rid of even if you know it's a fake.

"I still couldn't contact him just now, do you think this is true?"

It was clear that Jing Xun was a relative, but he threw this question to Lin Zhi.

"I don't know...... I just wanted to ask more about it, but they didn't say anything, but how was that possible? How could Jin Rong be that kind of person, no, right? ”

The young man sat down in his chair, his fingers on the table clenched uneasily, as if to comfort himself.

He looked at his lover's younger brother, with a somewhat confused look of panic and hesitation seeking recognition.

It makes people feel as if you are the only existence he can trust and rely on, and the important person with whom he affirms his own ideas.

The fragility of struggling to support, the panic of crumbling, and the attractive beauty of pretending to be calm.

He was deceiving people, it was all an illusion, and a noisy voice sounded in Jing Xun's brain.

There are warnings, rebukes, and excitement, and the voices overlap and repeat.

The young man's eyes were intently on him, waiting for his answer.

Jing Xun avoided his gaze, lowered his head to clean up the mess on the dining table, and responded in a low voice, "Hmm." ”

Regarding the fact that his brother may have become a criminal, Jing Xun's emotions did not fluctuate.

Whether Wei Jinrong is or not, he doesn't care.

He will not debunk Lin Zhi's strange emotions, so that Lin Zhi will stay by his side for a long time.

The kitchen door was ajar, Jing Xun lowered his head to wash the dishes, his slender fingers smearing the white foam on the edges of the porcelain-white dishes, and then being washed away by the water.

Lin Zhi looked at his side face, maintaining the posture of his sister-in-law with subtle appreciation.

Jing Xun has a special sense of incomprehensible youthfulness, which is different from the ordinary sense of simplicity and cleanliness, he is not a blank paper, but a paper that is smeared with various pigments so that it mixes together to look gloomy.

It makes people feel that his desires should also be the same shade of gray.

If he is a few years older, he may naturally have the sophistication and maturity of an adult, and the tone on his body will become darker, which will make the unique texture between youth and youth disappear, like food that has lost some of its flavor.

But he happened to be at this time, straightforward chaos, seemingly controllable manic depression, and indifference without any sense of morality, which was delicious madness.

From his gaze, Lin Weaving gradually realized that the disorder that can be enjoyed is also a kind of fun.

Lin Zhi opened his mouth and said: "I originally planned to go to Jinrong's house tonight to have a look, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen, so no matter how long I waited at his door, I shouldn't be able to wait for him, but I still want to go and see, although there are police guarding there now." ”

Wei Jinrong's home has been turned upside down, and there is nothing to see for a long time, Lin Zhi is not interested in it, but bringing up this matter is his purpose.

Just look at Jing Xun's attitude, so in this sentence, Lin Zhi didn't bring Jing Xun in particular, but just highlighted him as the main body, but just before today, he also proposed to Jing Xun to go to Wei Jinrong's house together, just see how Jing Xun answers.

"When?"

Jing Xun turned his head to look at Lin Weaving, without any previous hesitation.

The essence of Jing Xun's dislike of going out is not that he rejects getting along with people, but he hates that his condition is unstable, so he reduces contact with people and doesn't want others to know about his condition.

The previous doubts about Lin Weaving's going out were that he was worried about sudden amnesia on the road, this intermittent amnesia was random, not necessarily to extract his time today, he might also forget some things yesterday.

He agreed now not because he had let go of his doubts, but because he had met Lin Zhi for more than two days, during which his memory was full of traces of Lin Weaving, and he didn't have to worry about forgetting Lin Zhi's existence.

Then there was the panic he felt before he fell asleep today, and he was very worried that Lin Zhi had left his sight and might not come back.

As for whether his illness will be discovered, Jing Xun's attitude and monitoring will be consistent with whether it will be discovered.

"It's too late today, if you go, it will also attract the attention of the police, and we will go again tomorrow."

Jing Xun nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

"By the way, can you get in touch with your aunt and uncle?"

Jing Xun shook his head, the message he sent to his parents before has not been responded, and they must not have seen it yet.

Lin Zhi sighed lightly: "That's it." ”

The room was quiet for a while, and Lin Zhi got up and said, "I'll borrow the bathroom to take a bath first." ”

"Okay."

Jing Xun answered, quickly cleaned up the kitchen, and entered the bedroom.

There was the sound of water flowing in the bathroom, and Jing Xun heard that he was still a little uncomfortable with the feeling of other people in the room, so he sat on the edge of the bed and wrote a reminder in the memo.

- I'm going to my brother's house with Lin Zhi tomorrow.

Of course, he didn't forget to add the fact that his brother was already wanted by the police for a suspected crime, so as not to forget.

Jing Xun looked at the bathroom and left the bedroom to go to the second floor.

The center of the exhibition hall was a bit messy with all kinds of paint, and the floor was a little dirty.

Jing Xun looked at the oil painting that had been dried, carefully framed it, and hung it in a specially opened place.

There's already a painting hanging there, and it's the misty flower.

Jing Xun hung the second painting next to it and did not name it.

After cleaning up the ground with tools, Jing Xun adjusted the color again.

In his preset, he wanted to paint the picture of the young man seeing him when he bent down and looked up, but when he put pen to paper, he painted the image of Lin Zhi holding a cigarette between his fingers.

He stood quietly under the tree, mature and amorous.

When the beauty in the painting does not look at the person, he is also beautiful.

White smoke spit out from his pale red lips, and there was a faint fire between his fingers, but it didn't make people feel warm.

Jing Xun knew that his state of mind at this moment was not consistent with the previous two paintings, and when he put down the brush, he had a kind of calm peace in his heart, because at the moment when this scene happened in the painting, the young man did not notice his existence.

The wide courtyard, he is the wind is the leaves and the grass, is the presence of all the quiet gaze of the woods.

This moment, the time frozen by the brush, is a kind of eternity.

"Jing Xun, are you upstairs?"

The wide living room spread the sound, Jing Xun's movements paused slightly, because it was Lin Zhi who made the sound, he was not displeased by the interruption of his creation, and looked down from the second floor.

The young man below looked up and asked, "Do you have any medicine and wine at home?" I just accidentally bumped into it. ”

Jing Xun has a cabinet dedicated to all kinds of daily medicines, right next to the paint cabinet.

After opening the drawer, Jing Xun saw the medicine he hadn't found before, thinking that he was about to take the paint when he took the medicine, so he put it next to him, and he forgot about it.

Jing Xun ignored its existence, pushed it aside, took out the medicinal wine inside, and handed it to Lin Weaving.

Lin Zhi thanked him and said a little apologetically: "Were you painting just now, did it disturb you?" We didn't exchange contact details, and I was worried that you were out of the house, so I had to ask. ”

Jing Xun realized this problem and said, "I'll give you the phone." ”

In Jing Xun's voice, Lin Zhi entered his phone number and dialed it, and waited until Jing Xun's mobile phone vibrated before Lin Zhi hung up.

"Where are you hurt, do you need help?"

It was unlikely that Lin Zhi would have been knocked in the bathroom, Jing Xun knew this, he thought of the injury on Lin Zhi's body, and the fingers that fell on his side overlapped and rubbed, restraining the itching that came from under the skin.

Jing Xun actually said that there are some problems, and when ordinary people hear others say that they have been hit, they will not ask him where he was injured.

His attitude is also a little abnormal, after all, he was not so enthusiastic two days ago, but it is reasonable to be round.

Lin Zhi seemed to be unconscious, and his lips pursed slightly: "I'll just come by myself, thank you." ”

"Do you have a futon in your room, I want to make a bed, only the blanket may be a little uncomfortable to sleep on."

"Yes, I'll get it."

Jing Xun didn't forget this, and he wasn't afraid of delaying his painting, thinking that Lin Zhi might be afraid of the cold, he rummaged through the bedroom closet and found a thicker quilt.

The door of the guest room was hidden, so Jing Xun didn't knock on the door, and pushed the door in with the quilt.

The young man was sitting on a bed covered only with a blanket, his left leg bent over his knee with his loose pajama pants lifted above his knee, and a small bruise on his side.

The white skin contrasted with the dark blanket, and even the bruises became a little more hideous.

"Just put it on the bed, I'll make it myself in a while, I'll trouble you."

The young man's palm was pressed against the wound, obscuring the marks.

It's better to see through the screen than to see it with your own eyes, right, my great painter.

Chapter 99: Missing Brother's Boyfriend

Sometimes, concealment adds more to the sensation than explicitness.

Jing Xun's gaze left the back of Lin Weaving's hand, put the quilt on the bed, and retreated.