Apparently he had forgotten something extremely important, his brother was long gone, and it was getting late.

"No...... It has exceeded the ...... we agreed upon."

Lin Zhi was a little sleepy, he leaned on Jing Xun's body with half-squinted eyes, and he didn't realize that the situation had changed.

Jing Xun's eyes unconsciously became gloomy, not aimed at Lin Weaving, but at himself.

Why can his past self have Lin Weaving, that is not an agreement with him, because he forgot.

The discontinuity of memory made people go crazy, and there was a sharp and sore pain in the heart, which made Jing Xun breathe a little frequently.

He was madly jealous of his past self, mixed with disgust, and with this damned disease, he longed for it to go away immediately.

Lin Zhi was being held, and the feeling of excessive sleepiness and almost numbness made him not awake in this state, and thought that Jing Xun was going to take him to the bedroom to rest.

However, the more and more frequent made him open his eyes, and he met Jing Xun, whose eyes were red and looked aggrieved.

"I forgot, but I'll try to create new ones."

Those gray-blue eyes were full of almost morbid stubbornness.

Lin Zhi was a little unable to distinguish between sleep and reality, and his consciousness seemed to be disconnected for a while, the shaking moonlight and the lover full of affection.

The hanging lights in the living room were turned on, and the cool white light filled the room.

Jing Xun covered the quilt for Lin Weaving, who had fallen asleep, and looked at the past images with the equipment.

This feeling is not the same as the memory after all.

He tried hard to remember, but it was just a blank slate.

"Give it back to me."

"Give me back my memories!"

Jing Xun muttered to himself on the screen, his hands clenched into fists.

At this moment, his aversion to the disease reached its peak.

Although the disease had bothered him a little before, he had become accustomed to it, and he knew that his biggest problem was not the chaotic memory, but the time he could not forget, the images and sounds that were abruptly occupied when he was painting, and the evil thoughts that made him uncontrollable.

The sense of danger brought by this chaos made him unconsciously addicted, so he deliberately indulged himself into this disordered world, no longer went to the doctor, no longer took medicine on time, on the seemingly painful surface, he even enjoyed this feeling of self-torture, and even used it to escape anyone's attention, and secretly expected that one day he could forget everything.

But he always had a rational side, controlling him to remember, controlling him not to hurt anyone.

He had long planned that he would not force himself to remember everything when he could draw what he thought was perfect, that he would take off his watch and dismantle the surveillance when that day would come and that he would choose to harm himself if evil thoughts reached their peak while he was painting.

The last masterpiece of the painter who died of self-mutilation must be a great work.

But now he has begun to be unable to bear his illness, how can such an important thing be forgotten, he can't forgive.

Chapter 109: Missing Brother's Boyfriend

Curtains shade the bedroom windows so that light doesn't shine in.

Lin Zhi was still a little unconscious and fed food, his stomach was soothed, and his hunger was subsided, but his eyelids still couldn't be opened because of fatigue.

The brain tried to force a reboot, but before it could wake up, it was entangled and sinking.

He had long been unable to analyze the current situation, and after his reason was crushed by grinding, there was no gap to reorganize.

Sleep, food, and Jingxun make up all of his life in the past few days.

Lin Zhi subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but it had been too much in a row, and it was already too much for him.

The wound on his back under the left shoulder had long since scabbed off, turning into a pale barely visible scar that was sharpened by the tangled mess.

Intermittent intimacy, Jing Xun easily held the young man's two white and slender wrists with one hand, and kissed his pale red and warm eyes.

The dismantled memories divided his life, and Jing Xun couldn't remember it clearly, and he persistently poured all his emotions, love, and even uneasiness into Lin Zhi's body.

Even if the hour hand was reversed, Lin Zhi was still by his side, which made him extremely relieved.

I like it so much, I want to depict every moment of him, intense and crazy emotions and obsessions, in the confusion of memories until death.

The autumn wind blows the red maple, and the feeling of dampness and cold permeates the bone marrow.

The pigment extruded from the drawing board is mixed with a brush and applied to the paper with concentration and care.

Lin Zhi sat up from the bed with a swollen forehead, and his body silently showed that it was overwhelmed, causing Lin Zhi to close his eyes hard.

He remembered the key thing and snorted a few times.

No wonder he was so crazy, he forgot twice, but the first blow was far better than the latter, and the second seemed to be much shorter.

Lin Zhi had made this assumption before, but he didn't think it would really happen, after all, this couldn't be controlled by him or Jing Xun, it was too coincidental.

Although he helped him, thinking of Jing Xun's sad and painful appearance, Lin Zhi couldn't help but feel a little pity.

Of course, this feeling of pity did not make the smile on his face any less.

After Lin Zhi calmed down, he asked the system in his mind: [What about others? 】

01, who had watched cartoons on and off for several days, replied obediently: [Drawing in the living room. 】

Lin Zhi didn't ask again, after getting used to the feeling of overuse of limbs, his body was dry and refreshing, so Lin Weaving only washed up.

Jing Xun was sitting with his back to the bedroom, and he was very engaged in painting.

He had only put on a pair of pants casually, and there were blood marks on his broad back.

Lin Zhi looked down at his fingers, the clean and round nails that he trimmed didn't seem to have the ability to scratch people easily, unless he used very hard, the responsibility for such a situation was Jing Xun.

The afternoon sun shines through the skylight and glass, which is not dazzling, and it is even a little cool to look at because of the lead-gray sky.

didn't get close to Lin Zhi and knew that Jing Xun was painting him, although he didn't know what he was drawing, but Lin Zhi felt that he had guessed about the same.

Probably those moments when he lost his mind and indulged, Lin Zhi didn't mind, he was not ashamed to admit his desire, no matter what kind of thing, the moment of satisfaction was always wonderful.

He didn't seem to bring anything too positive when he approached Jing Xun, using the weak and innocent in disguise, using danger and evil, and affection and love to attract chaotic lovers.

Now that you've got it, you'll have to change the way you do it.

Lin Zhi walked forward, Jing Xun was too focused on painting, and did not notice his arrival.

Warm colors spread out on the drawing paper, making Lin Weaving slightly stunned.

The lake reflects the golden world, and the young man under the brush bends down to pluck the water, the sky is clear, which is a kind of cleanliness and beauty that can be felt visually, as if the warmth is within reach.

Even people who don't know how to draw at all can feel the heart of the person who put pen to paper.

Jing Xun is a very pure and straightforward person, he doesn't know how to get along with normal people, so all his thoughts are put on the bright side, and his paintings are even more so.

Lin Zhi didn't disturb him, and sat quietly to watch.

The temperature and humidity of the air gradually changed with time, Jing Xun glanced at his watch and put down his brush.

It was time for him to see if Lin Weaving had gotten up, based on the time he had last eaten, he should be hungry.

Jing Xun got up and saw Lin Zhi sitting behind him at some point, his expression was a little dumbfounded.

"Are you awake, hungry or not?"

He saw the marks left by himself on Lin Zhi's neck that could not be concealed, and his face was full of satisfaction.

Lin Zhi nodded, and Jing Xun immediately went to wash his hands and cook.

The kitchen door was open, and Lin Zhi admired the young man's beautiful body for a while, looking down at his phone.

I haven't looked at my phone for nearly three days, and there are already a few messages from the company, the first one is to signal him to make contact, and the last two are codes to confirm whether he is safe.

Lin Zhi immediately replied to avoid the company thinking that he was missing and involved him in the matter of Wei Jinrong.

He walked to the edge of the living room, looked in the direction of the kitchen and dialed the phone.

"You finally replied to the message, if it weren't for the confirmation that you hadn't been out of the community and there was no possibility of escaping with the goods, we would definitely visit again."

"Haven't found it yet?"

Lin Zhi caught the key words from Sister Lin's words, and they hadn't dug out the whereabouts of the ancient painting from Wei Jinrong's mouth for three days.

"No, he has a very hard mouth, and he wants to negotiate terms with us, otherwise he would rather go underground with secrets."

Sister Lin's tone was slightly cold, obviously a little upset.

She didn't mind revealing an unimportant inside story to Lin Weaving, hoping that he could guess where the goods might be hidden.

Wei Jinrong did not suddenly betray the company, in fact, he had already started this kind of behavior since two years ago.

Wei Jinrong will take advantage of his position or confidential information to let others lose the goods when they arrive in his hands and resell them, and he will also convert the goods into genuine and fake goods when they are in his hands, so as to make profits.

But this time, the person who had been secretly doing business with him revealed his profitable things to another person in order to survive, Wei Jinrong noticed the strangeness, and he didn't want to do it this time.

After all, the goods this time are also more important, and he doesn't want to expose himself, but the previous business has become a handle, and if these things are in the hands of BV Company, it will be difficult for him to survive.

Wei Jinrong had to make a move and designed this thing, but the other party unloaded the mill and killed the donkey, and wanted to kill Wei Jinrong after getting the goods to prevent future troubles.

Wei Jinrong didn't worry about the partner this time at all, so he gave a fake, got out of the pursuit, and kept using the previous arrangement to let the people who secretly wanted to arrest him meet, intending to find an opportunity to leave when they were fighting each other.

After being discovered by Lin Weaving, he reached the end of his rope, so he came to find Jing Xun, but he didn't expect to be completely planted here.

"I really can't help with that, I don't know where he's going to hide his things."

Lin Zhi said that he couldn't help, he didn't want to spend much time on Wei Jinrong, and rejected Sister Lin's temptation.

"Okay, you have made a great contribution this time, and the bonus will be transferred to your account when you go back, when do you plan to go back to work?"

"When will I go back......

Lin Zhi repeated Sister Lin's painting in a thoughtful tone, as if she was considering it.

In the kitchen, Jing Xun stopped his movements and quietly listened to his conversation with the person on the phone.

"It's okay, you still have time to think about it, after all, you're on vacation, in fact, I think it's a pity for you to go back, otherwise you will be transferred to work in China and be my partner."

partnering with Sister Lin is undoubtedly promoted.

"Of course, I'd love to."

Lin Zhi can't take vacation all the time, he doesn't have much vacation left, and the particularity of the job does not allow him to resign at will, working in China or in this city is something he must do.

Jing Xun waited for a while, but he didn't hear Lin Zhi say the date.