Jing Xun raised his hand to take down the paintings, he didn't show these paintings because he didn't want to show this side, he didn't care what others thought of him and how he judged him and his paintings, but he felt that these were not good enough.

He had always felt that something was missing, but now he understands that the reason why he could not give soul to these paintings was because he did not have the heart to love the art to the fullest.

As the paintings were removed one by one, the easel was emptied.

"Are you going to dispose of them?"

"I'm going to put them away, although they don't have the qualifications to be framed, but they can be regarded as a record of my time, and the time I met you, this is an autumn I will not forget."

Jing Xun held a few pieces of drawing paper and lowered his head and said seriously.

He didn't have much shyness and tenderness on his face, and he didn't even think that he was talking about love, just stating his mood at the moment.

But that's it, some cold and hard and even some stupid straightforwardness, which is a nirvana that he doesn't know.

Lin Zhi tilted his head, and the kiss landed on the corner of his lips.

Jing Xun was slightly stunned and responded with a more fierce offensive.

The bedroom was the first place Jing Xun cleaned and organized, and the current situation also proved his wisdom.

Lin Zhi was thrown on the soft big bed, and saw his black sweater on the changed sheets.

"It's broken, and I'd like to see if I can fix it, but I can't."

Jing Xun looked at Lin Weaving's line of sight and explained the reason for its appearance.

This dress is the clothes that Lin Zhi and he wore when they met for the first time, it has a special meaning for Jing Xun, and Lin Zhi should also be injured in this dress, Jing Xun found a tear in the clothes, so he wanted to try to sew it, and planned to deal with it after he learned well.

"It's okay, you can wear it this way."

Jing Xun wanted to say that Lin Zhi didn't need to wear the torn clothes, even if he couldn't wear this one, he could still buy a lot for Lin Zhi, but Lin Zhi's actions made him feel that things didn't seem to be what he understood.

Lin Zhi casually tore off his clothes and replaced them with the clothes he had left behind.

Under the extreme color contrast, the skin becomes more and more pale.

The thin crack did not give people a feeling of decay and dilapidation, Lin Zhi tilted his head to look at Jing Xun, and bent his eyes and asked, "Am I right?" ”

Jing Xun's gaze was almost glued to Lin Zhi's body, and he nodded.

For a few minutes, Prospect Xun was still thinking about the clothes to be mended, which were destroyed more completely by his own hands.

Loose fabric, hot palms that move up the back.

The cold wind howling outside the window announced the arrival of winter.

Lin Zhi's vacation also ended at this moment, and he was transferred to work in the domestic branch, but he did not choose to become Sister Lin's partner, but voluntarily demoted to a low-risk security department.

Wei Jinrong's incident raised Lin Zhi's level, and the generous bonus had already entered his account, but Lin Zhi did not have the will to go to the top, because he could not leave at will, Lin Zhi went to a more leisurely place, he did not choose to do insider work like the original owner, because it required long hours of work and was not free.

In his current department, he only needs to take on a few days of bodyguard tasks on weekdays, occasionally escorting things, and he has less money so less work.

"Can I go along?"

Seeing Lin Weaving, who was packing up his things and preparing for a business trip, Jing Xun's eyes were full of eagerness.

"The itinerary needs to be kept confidential, but you can wait for me at the destination."

Lin Zhi's task this time is to work with two colleagues to protect a boss who arrives at the exhibition safely, and who leaves with all his beards and tails, and the boss has no enemies, just bodyguards brought for basic safety reasons.

The location of the exhibition is public, and Jingxun can naturally go there.

In fact, this is also one of the reasons for Lin Weaving's work, guiding Jing Xun to go out.

Jing Xun still stays in the familiar field by habit, after all, this is his habit for many years, even if he has a place he wants to go, he will not act immediately, plus with him by Jing Xun's side, Jing Xun has to consider whether he likes it or not.

In that case, let Jing Xun go to some places that he didn't envision and planned, but there would be places where he arrived.

It's not a hassle, it doesn't even require a lot of effort, and it's fun, at least it makes the work that can't be pushed off less boring.

Jing Xun immediately sorted out his suitcase and bought a ticket.

When Lin Zhi left home to go to his place of work, Jing Xun also got on the car to his destination.

Don't worry about losing control and hurting others, don't worry about sudden amnesia and lose control of your sense of security, Jing Xun shuttles freely through the crowd.

He checked in, sent a message to Lin Zhi, and while waiting for his arrival, he walked around the strange city, observing the people and scenery.

His bottleneck seemed to have truly passed, painting anything he felt felt. He followed Lin Weaving's work itinerary around, sometimes taking the initiative to propose a journey, and even went to the snowy mountains alone.

Jing Xun originally wanted to wait for Lin Zhi to go with him, but Lin Zhi had something to do, and hoped that he would not wait for anyone to set off again, and he would act when he was long.

Jing Xun was encouraged to set off, but when he came back, he said that he would not travel alone.

"I miss you when I set off, and I miss you at the end, and I'm happy to see those scenery, so I want to see it with you even more."

Lin Zhi nodded, and the morbid emotional needs of the dependence were full again, and he gladly agreed.

Jing Xun's paintings are more and more, and the styles are more and more diverse, including the gorgeous and cold in the past, the leisurely world, and the warm colors and dreamy romance exclusive to depicting lovers.

Chang Yuhan's eyes lit up, hoping that Jing Xun would immediately agree to hold an art exhibition.

Jing Xun agreed and selected some paintings.

Chang Yuhan teased: "Why, the sun is coming out in the west, and you are willing to let everyone see your baby lover?" ”

The paintings selected by Jing Xun are all related to Lin weaving, even if it is the first flower in the rain and fog that he selected.

"Everyone should know that he is my lover."

Jing Xun no longer has the panic of worrying about his lover being coveted, because he has already privatized Lin Weaving.

Images can be circulated, and even after a hundred years, when someone sees his painting again, they will know that the person in the painting is the painter's lover.

Just thinking about it, Jing Xun smiled unconsciously.

Chang Yuhan left with a belly of dog food, and excitedly started to work, ready to publicize and then choose a venue.

Approaching the end of the year, Lin Zhi took a vacation.

Jing Xun's New Year's wish was to see the snow mountain with Lin Zhi, and Lin Zhi naturally agreed, and they packed up their things and went to their destination.

In the ice and snow, Lin Weaving was wrapped thickly.

"Lin Weaving."

When he heard the call from behind, Lin Zhi turned around and saw Jing Xun's gray-blue eyes.

The eyelashes were pressed down and raised, Jing Xun did not raise the camera, and at this moment, his eyes were like a shutter, freezing the image in his mind.

In the hut not far from the foot of the mountain, even if there is a heating machine to maintain the indoor temperature, it is still a little chilly.

Jing Xun melted the paint with warm water and left the first stroke on the paper.

In Jing Xun's heart, there is only one stroke between a good-looking painting and a masterpiece.

When that stroke falls, it is blessed to the soul.

Lin Zhi, as usual, quietly watched Jing Xun paint.

Occasionally, he would replace the cold water in the cup to ensure the water temperature when Jing Xun adjusted the paint.

He looked at Jing Xun as if he were admiring a famous painting.

Jing Xun painted from evening to dawn, and when the last stroke fell, his eyes showed a light of joy and obsession.

On the snow-capped mountains, the barefoot young man is like a holy god.

Jing Xun murmured: "Perfect." ”

[Congratulations to the host!] Mission accomplished! Do you want to leave immediately, or do you want to stay for seven days? 】

01's voice sounded in Lin Weaving's expectation, and he chose to stay and say goodbye to his little cutie.

Jing Xun was immersed in the ecstasy of grasping the perfect inspiration, and hugged Lin Zhi tightly, and Lin Zhi accepted this emotional sharing and celebrated him with words.

"We'll send the paintings when we get out of here, but the scenery around here is good, we can stay for a few more days."

"Okay, but don't you feel cold?"

Jing Xun was naturally willing, but he was a little worried about Lin Weaving, who was afraid of the cold.

Lin Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly: "No, there is you." ”

The slight sound of the burning fireplace and the silence of the snowy day are peaceful.

Lin Zhi threw out a common fantasy question at this moment: "Jing Xun, if the world ends in seven days, what do you want to do most?" ”

Although Jing Xun was a little puzzled as to why Lin Zhi asked, he did not hesitate to say his answer: "Have sex with you, and paint with you." ”

If it really comes to that moment, it seems that it is necessary to be so close and intimate that there is no possibility of separation, and it seems that there will be some security.

Painting is Jing Xun's favorite thing, and painting with the person he likes becomes his favorite thing.

Lin Zhi unbuttoned it, looked at Jing Xun and said, "I'm a little cold." ”

Outside the house, the wind and snow are mixed, isolating a world.

When the painting, which the painter considered to be the most perfect, was stained with the whiteness of his lover, Lin Zhi realized that he had underestimated Jing Xun's acuity.

As an outstanding painter, Jing Xun has an extraordinary ability to capture emotions and an extremely terrifying intuition.

Of course, he didn't hide it too much, he knew that Jing Xun cared about something different from others.

"It's not ruining it, because with you, its perfection is even more impeccable."

"If the moment the world disappears, I am still not separated from you, I will be very happy."

Jing Xun and Lin Weaving's foreheads collided, and their eyes were full of contentment.

Lin Zhi didn't say goodbye this time, staring at Jing Xun until the end of time.

Chapter 117: The Ghost Wife of Infinite Players

The ubiquitous feeling of coldness, white mist flowing in the air.

Lin Zhi moved his stiff fingers and opened his eyes.

The red silk hanging on the door curtain flutters in the wind, and the cut wedding characters are pasted on the exquisite window lattice, just like the scene before and after the wedding.

Lin Zhi raised his hand, and clearly heard the sound of his own bones rattling, as if a machine that had not been running for a long time, full of incongruity.