A faint smell of rust was lingering, and it was the blood stain on Lin Zhi's lips.

Messy breathing gradually at the same frequency, close your eyes and concentrate on drowning.

Hot, hurried, clumsy and jerky, Lin Weaving is a guide, like an elder who is gentle and patient.

Outside his house, the autumn wind blows the ginkgo biloba, and the leaves are all over the sky.

The bathroom window opened slightly above, and the slanting light poured in, a few feet away from them.

The blend of light and darkness is a carnival of the senses.

Gradually getting better and separating, Jing Xun gently rubbed Lin Zhi's cheek and asked in a low voice, "Can you still kiss?" ”

What he cares about, he doesn't scruple about anything.

It doesn't matter how dangerous and strange Lin Weaving is, it doesn't matter who he is on the surface, just remember that this is his muse, his god of beauty, the person he wants to touch with all his strength and can't suppress his desire.

The wound on the tip of Lin Zhi's ring finger was still spilling blood beads down his fingers.

He raised the tip of his finger and stroked Jing Xun's cheek, with a smile in his eyes, and said with a slight complaint: "My right hand is going to be useless." ”

Jing Xun understood what he meant from his eyes, and lifted Lin Zhi up.

Blood rubbed across his cheeks and into his eyes, spreading out and the smell of blood filling his nose.

Memories of the past inevitably flood in, making memories even more confusing.

The cacophony of voices, the warmth of blood, the malice and ferocity, the stumps and the crampedness of the confined place, feel the choke of a person's throat.

The shattered, upside-down and twisted world calls him to join the ranks of the brutal.

A gentle kiss landed on his cheek, licking his masterpiece.

Falling on the faces of young children always accompanied his traces, mixed with blood-colored ambiguity and romance.

Still alive in the imagined past, the space distorted slightly, scattered into equally disorderly fragments.

"Hmm."

The low humming sound is the result of more and more obsessive persistence.

The afternoon sun is lazy, and the warm reflection of the earth is warm.

A car drove into the community, and the man in the car paid and got off in front of the villa.

After the driver left, he did not go to the nearest residence, but made a detour.

The villas are spaced wide in the middle and are regularly planted with greenery to maintain the privacy of the residents.

The man was wearing a long trench coat, and when he walked to the blind spot of the monitor, he slightly revealed some unnatural walking.

The wound on his thigh had been bandaged by Wei Jinrong, but fortunately it did not hurt the vital point, but this did not prevent him from remembering his old partner in his heart.

Wei Jinrong quickly came to the vicinity of his brother's house, but did not knock on the door directly.

He rummaged into the backyard, looking for a hidden entrance to the basement.

Generally, the basement of the house is relatively large, but Jing Xun has had the experience of being kidnapped in the basement, so the basement of the house was filled, and he was responsible for this matter at the beginning, in order to appease his younger brother, he specially set up an outdoor exit for the basement in addition to the inside of the house, which I didn't expect to come in handy at this time.

There was a faint layer of ash on the ornament, and it hadn't been touched for a long time.

In order to avoid being aware of the flaw, Wei Jinrong moved carefully, looked around, and entered the narrow underground passage.

The smell in the passage was not good, the cement surface was rough, Wei Jinrong estimated the topography of the house in his mind, and continued to walk forward.

The heating facilities are piped on this floor, and the slight sound of running makes Wei Jinrong a little nervous.

According to his understanding of Jing Xun, he rarely turns on the heating even in winter, let alone in autumn, is there anyone else at home?

But according to Jing Xun's personality and his bipolar disorder, it is unlikely that he will take people in.

Wei Jinrong walked to the steps of the indoor exit, and his steps paused, and he was a little hesitant in his heart.

These days of avoidance have made him subconsciously suspicious of anyone and everything he sees, preferring to be more than he doubts, even if the suspicion is wrong.

There was no signal in the basement, and the cramped environment that could only accommodate one person was a bit boring.

Beads of sweat appeared on Wei Jinrong's forehead, and he exhaled a breath and decided to go out to have a look.

According to Jing Xun's habits, he can be seen in the living room, and if he is not in the living room, he can go up to the second floor.

It was Jing Xun's private domain, just right to talk to him.

He walked up the stairs with a very light step, pushing open the barrier of the basement entrance.

The entrance to the basement is in a utility room, and from the utility room, on the same level is the guest room, and from the hallway is the living room.

The living room is silent, with a cloth-covered easel behind the sofa and a wide skylight filling the room.

In the bedroom, Lin Zhi sank into the wide, soft quilt and breathed calmly.

It didn't spread much downward, and the tacit understanding came to an end.

Sometimes some atmospheres can only do some things, and if they exceed it, they will fall out of the ordinary.

Those hot emotions that are exhaled with the breath are scattered and intertwined, between love and affection.

Jing Xun knelt next to Lin Zhi, holding his right hand, and staring intently into his eyes.

He asked, "Can I paint for you?" ”

He wasn't content with just a peek behind him, he wanted to see through his eyes rather than a cold screen.

I wanted to capture all the colors on his body with my eyes, look at the details caused by the changes in light and shadow, and avoid distortion due to distance.

I want to get permission, I want to feel more.

Even if it is swallowed by danger, there is no residue left.

Even though Jing Xun was looking down at Lin Weaving, what he expressed was a request to look up.

Lin Zhi curled his lips: "Of course, it is an honor to be a model for a great painter." ”

This is also my honor, Jing Xun whispered in his heart and kissed the back of Lin Weaving's hand.

Jing Xun was a little unconscious, and said with some expectation and nervousness in his heart: "Have you seen my paintings?" ”

Lin Zhi turned sideways, propped his cheeks and looked at him and replied, "Of course, I have seen all the exhibits." ”

"And which one do you like best?"

If Chang Yuhan heard this, he could doubt whether his memory was deranged, because Jing Xun hated others to greet him like this, and after he became famous, he became more and more tired of this kind of words, and now this kind of words came out of Jing Xun's mouth directly, and he actually took the initiative to ask others which of his works he liked the most.

"Favorite? Gold's Bird. ”

Jing Xun heard that he was not disappointed, this is indeed a work that he is more satisfied with, but his favorite is not this one, but his favorite work now is on the second floor, and it has not been seen by anyone.

On the second floor of the villa, Wei Jinrong, who was standing in front of the painting, felt a slight chill in his heart.

Two paintings hung in the new area that had been opened, the first one he couldn't read in the rain and fog, but the second one was very familiar to him with the face of the young man.

Looking at the eyes in the mirror, the wound on his leg ached.

There was a painting next to him that was drying in the shade, Wei Jinrong walked over, and sure enough, he saw the same face again.

Lin Weaving, he whispered the name.

Chapter 104: Missing Brother's Boyfriend

"Do you know me from that painting?"

Jing Xun looked at Lin Weaving, wanting to continue to listen to him and talk about those connections between them.

He likes Lin Weaving's eyes looking at him in this atmosphere, he likes Lin Weaving's voice, even if he doesn't talk much, he wants to listen like this.

He is not sensitive to information from the outside world, because he does not like to read online information very much, and he only communicates with a small number of people.

The agent Chang Yuhan told him that it was one of his most popular paintings, and many people began to know him and like him because of this painting, Jing Xun didn't know this, but he knew that the painting "Gold's Bird" brought him the most money.

Although art cannot be measured in terms of money, in some cases, it can be used to prove its value.

"Yes, that painting is really good, whether it is the tone or the technique, and the ......"

"Huh?"

"And the boy in the corner."

Jing Xun's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Lin Zhi with extremely strange and eager eyes, and said with some uncertainty: "You noticed?" ”

Lin Zhi gave an affirmative answer: "Of course." ”

In the painting "Gold's Bird", in addition to the bird with red thorns as the main body, there is a crying man and a child quietly clinging to the mother in the corner of the painting.

"Gold's Bird" is a reference to the legend of Gold, a violent king who claimed to be a scourge and killed for fun.

He had a bird, and whenever he wanted to kill someone, he would let his bird hold a thorn, and wherever the bird landed the thorn, Gold's butcher's knife would swing it away.

This folk tale has been painted by many painters, everyone has different versions, most of the time Gold will appear in the painting, the bird is on his right and left, those paintings either depict his cruel pleasure, or depict his hideous cruelty, or depict the poor dead under the disaster, among which there are some exquisite works of masters, and in the case of Zhuyu in the past, Jing Xun's painting is still successful today, in addition to his painting skills and use of color, his creative subject is also a little special.

Jing Xun's painting is only the bird, and the bird is the absolute subject, and the disaster in the distance seems small in front of it.

What kind of bird Gold's bird is is not detailed in the story, some stories say that it is an eagle, some are crows, some are vultures, in short, they are all fierce or majestic birds.

Jing Xun depicts a white finch, a rare bird from the same era as the earliest version of the folklore, which is now extinct.

Some people think that Jing Xun is using pure white to contrast blood, because the thorns in the mouth of the white finch have a rusty red precipitated by blood, and the precise grasp of that tone once made people think that it was real blood rather than a concocted pigment.

In the corner, there is a boy with a quiet look on his mother, most of whom are discussing whether he is alive or dead, after all, the quietness and innocence of a childish child can more and more contrast with the ruthlessness of the disaster, giving people a sense of shock.

Jing Xun knew most people's speculations, but his heart was pounding because he thought that Lin Zhi was special, and maybe Lin Zhi could really feel what he left behind when he was creating.

But that kind of may be very small, Jing Xun knows, but he still can't help but look forward to it, looking forward to a resonance.

In the burning gaze, Lin Zhi stretched out his hand, his fingertips wandering, tapping in Jing Xun's palm.

"Here, here, and here."

It was the blood mark on the boy's palm that was scratched by thorns, which was difficult to see in the oil painting, and only by constantly enlarging the part could he capture a little clue in the palm of his slightly closed palm.

Lin Zhi was extremely convinced when he saw it, there was no reason.

In fact, he didn't know the answer, and he didn't know if what he said was correct or not, but after he said it tentatively, Jing Xun's reaction had already given a signal.