"It's about to begin."

Lin Zhi's hand shook Jing Xun's hand and reminded him of the opening of the movie.

I heard your cries for help, don't worry, I'll be out soon.

The festering scars will heal and everything will be better.

Jing Xun's hand held Lin Weaving's hand, his body temperature was very high, and that kind of heat was transmitted to Lin Weaving's body surface through the handshake, which seemed to burn his heart for a moment.

This suspense movie is a high-scoring masterpiece, Lin Zhi and Jing Xun are very engaged in watching it, and they are discussing the plot with some unfinished thoughts after the end.

Jing Xun knew that Lin Zhi didn't like him blindly echoing him, and in Lin Zhi's slightly guiding words, he also said some details of his observations.

This feeling of thinking at the same frequency is beautiful and addictive.

Lin Zhi found that Jing Xun's expression became a little lost again, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"I feel like it would be a pity if I forgot, I don't want to forget, I don't want to forget any moment with you in any mood."

"Has this been going on for a long time?"

Of course, Lin Zhi saw that Jing Xun deliberately opened the topic when he first said this, but the strong sense of regret in his words was also real.

Lin Zhi would hardly take the initiative to ask about the causes of the illness and psychological problems of these personality fragments, he would wait for them to take the initiative to speak.

"It's been a long time, so long that I can't remember when it started."

Jing Xun exhaled a slightly depressed breath, his cheek pressed against Lin Zhi's palm, and he poured out in a low voice.

He couldn't help but talk about the hidden suffering, and he admitted that he wanted Lin Weaving to have more pity on him, to be able to think twice when he wanted to leave him, and it was best not to leave him, or take him with him.

He despicably exploited Lin Weaving's soft-heartedness, which was also another kind of wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

He recounted the past, including the trauma he had encountered, and the illness that he didn't know when it began.

In the early stages of intermittent amnesia, Jing Xun was unaware of his abnormality.

After all, he had not long been rescued at that time, was being treated by a psychiatrist, had nightmares every night, and was confused all day due to lack of sleep, and when he was awake, he drew pictures, unconsciously drawing what he had seen.

"That day my mother embroidered a little doll for me and put it at the head of my bed, and I fell asleep holding it, but I woke up and didn't remember it, and asked my mother when she bought it for me...... I don't remember if this was the first time I had amnesia, after all, this was dictated to me by my mother. ”

After that, there were more examinations and more treatment options, and Jing Xun was also very calm when he talked about these things he remembered.

It was a kind of forgotten indifference, and even if it was acquired again, it would be different from before.

Jing Xun still kept some content and didn't say anything, about the images and sounds in his head, he knew that those dangerous and even cruel thoughts would not be pleasing to people, but would only make people afraid rather than pitiful.

"I don't want to cause trouble to others, it turns out that even if I forget some things occasionally, it won't affect my life, but I don't want to forget it now," Jing Xun looked up at Lin Zhi and said with a somewhat well-behaved expression, "I want to go to the doctor tomorrow, can you accompany me?" ”

Jing Xun's appearance is not tame, and the deep silhouette of the half-breed and the gray-blue eyes like a wolf make him aggressive when his face is expressionless.

But it is a person with such a look, looking at it with eyes of complete dependence and trust, and restraining all the thorns, which is even more irresistible.

Of course, Lin Zhi didn't plan to resist.

Lin Zhi stroked Jing Xun's face and replied, "Of course, I will accompany you." ”

Jing Xun didn't know if this sentence was a lie, but whether it was a lie or not, he believed that as long as it wasn't the moment the lie was exposed, he wouldn't doubt the truth of Lin Weaving's words.

Jing Xun emphasized: "If you promise me, you can't go back." ”

"If I regret it, will you let me stay on the painting forever?"

Lin Zhi raised his eyebrows lightly and said a smile in an intimate tone.

The four eyes are facing each other, and there is an undercurrent rushing inside that they both understand.

Jing Xun didn't nod or shake his head.

He resisted thinking about that scene, and his eyes couldn't help but have some pleading.

Chapter 111: Missing Brother's Boyfriend

Jing Xun knew that even if he didn't say those voices in his head, Lin Zhi had discovered his abnormality, his restrained longing and cruel madness.

When he was painting Lin Weaving, there were a lot of intrusive thoughts in his mind.

Dangerously disgusting conjectures, biting his throat at the time of the kiss, looking at the young man's twisted limbs and stiff, congealed bleeding face.

Jing Xun was trying his best to restrain himself, he didn't want to do these things to Lin Weaving, he didn't want to hurt Lin Weaving, so what Lin Weaving said made him miserable.

- If I regret it, will you keep me on the painting forever?

If I repent, are you going to kill me?

Hurt me, bind me, so that I can never resist?

The malice that has been restrained and suppressed in the mind is explained by ridicule, as if the malice has been picked up and amplified, and has become a bluff and unbearable threat, and it is like being ridiculed with contempt.

Jing Xun's throat tightened, he wanted to shake his head at Lin Zhi, wanted to deny it and even promised Lin Zhi crazy, but he couldn't.

Jing Xun didn't know if he would still be able to keep his sanity when that day really came, just thinking about him would make him crazy, so he could only beg Lin Zhi not to force him like this and not to ask like this.

"Don't worry, you won't hurt me, none of the things you think will happen."

Lin Zhi looked at Jing Xun's somewhat moist eyes, and bit the tip of his tongue lightly to restrain his body reaction that made him tremble slightly.

How pitiful and heartwarming this look is, it simply satisfies the bad mood in his heart.

He will reassure Jing Xun so that he doesn't have to run away from this problem, so that he doesn't have to struggle anymore.

"Because before you can't restrain yourself from doing these things, I will definitely solve you first, after all, I am not some useless thing that has reached the end of the road, so you don't have to be afraid of hurting me, don't have such concerns."

Lin Weaving's hand gently caressed Jing Xun's face, the corners of his mouth were smiling, and his beautiful curved lips swayed gently with the opening and closing of the lip flap.

He made a different vow, and even though he said such words, the gesture between his eyebrows was still calm, revealing the reliability of a mature lover.

The danger hidden under the gentleness is like a whirlpool under the calm water, which can unconsciously absorb people and finally lead to a death that cannot be escaped from the struggle.

It makes people feel cold and obsessed.

The heating system, which had not been turned on for a long time, probably failed due to continuous operation for several days, and the temperature in the room had already become cold before I knew it.

The autumn wind penetrates through the cracks in the windows, and little by little it penetrates into people's bodies.

Coupled with the emotional ups and downs just now, it is rare for a person like Jing Xun to feel a little cold.

But at this moment, those chills have dissipated.

He lay in Lin Zhi's arms, feeling his slender and soft body, his tone was unhurried, with a light and light determination, and his peaceful and stable emotions were transmitted to his body through the warm and delicate skin, making him nostalgic and dependent.

"Well, hopefully before I create the most satisfying work."

If one day he really gets out of control, he hopes so.

Before he hurts Lin Weaving, Lin Weaving will deal with him, in any way.

The end of his life at the hands of the person he loves the most is very romantic for a madman like him, who is different from ordinary people and immersed in his own art.

If it had been poured in front of the painting he was most pleased with, it would have been more satisfying to him than he had originally planned.

Wei Jinrong didn't know much about his younger brother, so the way to coax him to cooperate was also wrong.

Jing Xun is indeed sick, with indifferent concepts and extraordinary persistence, but he has never thought about keeping anything for a long time.

The more beautiful something is, the more it has nothing to do with eternity.

Like a withering flower, a falling moon, a flashing meteor, the brighter it is, the more ephemeral it is.

Artists can only pursue inspiration and capture it with all their might, but the muse cannot be trapped, like a butterfly whose wings have been ripped off, and the feeling that causes people's hearts to vibrate is likely to disappear.

This is definitely an adventure that will make people easily regret, Jing Xun knows what attracts him to Lin Zhi, so it is impossible for him to lock Lin Zhi in his cage, this is his instinct, doing so will only make him lose his muse.

He would rather sleep forever in the process of chasing entanglement, even if everything is just a bubble.

If Lin Weaving was willing, he hoped that the relationship between them would be reversed, and he would happily walk into Lin Weaving's cage, but he didn't know if Lin Weaving was willing.

But at least...... At least he was a little less worried now, even if Lin Zhi knew his bad thoughts, he didn't show a look of disgust, and let him rest assured.

Jing Xun wrapped his arms around Lin Zhi's waist and leaned on him more and more relaxed, listening to his heartbeat.

Lin Zhi followed his words and asked, "The most satisfying work?" ”

Reasonable obsession, Lin Zhi felt from Jing Xun's attitude, if he didn't appear in this world, then when Jing Xun painted that work, it might be the time when he passed away.

Fortunately, he didn't appear at that node, and when that painting came out, it meant that Jing Xun had given up saving himself, and to that extent, his illness must be very serious, and he couldn't rely on any emotion to retain his nostalgia for this world.

"Well, I haven't painted a work that makes me feel perfect, someone has said that the difference between a good painting and a masterpiece is usually only five strokes, and these five strokes are usually the five most daring strokes in the painting process, but I think that kind of difference is enough, but I don't know which one, where it starts, where it ends."

Jing Xun honestly said his confusion and problems, and he stuck to Lin Weaving more and more tightly, as if he wanted to draw strength from him.

He had feared that he would never know how that would fall, that he would never find an answer even if he had spent his entire life.

"But I've got some feelings now, the answer is in you, but I haven't found the direction yet."

Jing Xun didn't realize that his words had left him with any hidden dangers, and he handed over some handles.

Lin Zhi was not displeased by this, the smile in his eyes deepened, and he seemed to be enjoying the praise.

"I'll find it, I feel it, don't be too anxious."

Lin Zhi is not relieved, but states the facts.

Jing Xun couldn't help but clench his hand, Lin Weaving's body had a unique reassuring aura, even if he knew that he had a disguise and knew that he was not harmless, it would still make people believe it without hesitation.

"Can I kiss it?"

The clingy brother is simply a kiss to ask the machine, and Lin Zhi said very generously: "Of course, you can do it as long as you want, and you don't have to ask specifically." ”

The high body temperature dispelled the chill of autumn, like a warm barrier blocking the cold wind, leaving only the intimacy that almost swallowed people, and the unconcealed greed and thirst.

However, Lin Zhi did not intend to agree to the end, not that he was not interested, but that his body did not allow it.

Overuse can no longer withstand a bit of rage, but humans seem to have a knack for self-discipline in this regard.

Lin Weaving's legs were close together, sticky and clumped, sliding down the crook of the leg.

01 cheered happily, yes, it's a cartoon.

It was windy and rainy at night, but Lin Weaving slept well in an unheated house.

The tall young man who surrounded him was almost a model older than him, and easily encircled him.