192: He gave the painting to Gu Jun
As soon as Jason left the hotel alone, Gu Jun received the message.
By the time Gu Jun arrived, Jason had already walked most of the way. Jason still wanted to return to the townhouse, so Gu Jun parked the car next to Jason and said he could take him "home." Jason stared at Gu Jun and got in the car obediently.
Jason does have serious mental problems, but he is not a fool. A fool would not be admitted to the world's top art school.
Gu Jun immediately thought that Jason might know who he was.
But Gu Jun still wanted to confirm it again.
Sure enough, Jason turned around after hearing the question.
Jason nodded first, then remembered Gu Jun's request just now.
"I know."
Jason seldom talks to people, and his voice is clean, untainted by society. Sometimes he stares at people blankly, and sometimes he dares not look them in the eye.
He didn't dare to look into Gu Jun's eyes now.
Gu Jun continued to ask, "When did you know?"
Jason thought about it carefully and shook his head: "I can't remember."
Is it true that he can't remember clearly, or is it just an excuse?
If Xu Yao was there, she would sympathize with Jason. Without Xu Yao, Gu Jun pressed Jason: "Did Fu Hong tell you?"
"……no."
Jason obviously didn't want to discuss this matter in depth, but he didn't know how to express his dissatisfaction, so he could only turn his head back to the windowsill and refuse to talk to Gu Jun.
Jason looked at the window and Gu Jun looked at him.
After a while, Gu Jun turned around and went downstairs, and Jason's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed.
Boom boom boom.
There were footsteps on the stairs again, and Jason began to tense up again.
Gu Jun came back and placed a drawing board in front of Jason with drawing paper on it. Gu Jun handed Jason a sharpened pencil.
"Come find me when you're done painting. I'm downstairs."
Jason was stunned. Seeing Gu Jun put down his drawing board and was about to leave, Jason grabbed him and said, "What should I draw?"
Gu Jun frowned: "How would I know what you want to draw? I don't know how to draw. Just draw what you want."
Gu Jun left after saying this.
Jason stood there in a daze for a long time.
"Painting what I want" is a luxury for Jason. He's never had such freedom since childhood. He loves to paint—flowers, birds, fish, everything alive he sees. But Fu Hong doesn't share that sentiment. She says painting requires depth, intention, sophisticated technique, and genius-level creativity... But Fu Hong is no longer with us.
Jason's eyes moved and his gaze fell on a little bird outside the window sill.
He looked at the bird, and the bird also tilted its head to look at him.
Jason smiled tenderly, his wrist moving in a subtle arc, each stroke gentle on the paper. Those soft lines were precise and sure, no showmanship, only the most down-to-earth, fundamental skills.
On the drawing paper, the bird gradually became clearer, and Jason gradually immersed himself in it.
In a relatively hidden corner above the wardrobe in the room, there was a small red dot that was lit up. It was the surveillance camera that Gu Jun had someone install.
Gu Jun was not in the room but could see what Jason was doing on his phone.
Gu Jun watched Jason draw the bird and then the flowers, plants and trees. He even drew a small beetle with its claws and fangs bared.
Compared to Jason's most famous work, "Black Sea," his current style is so lovely. The small window scene contains Jason's entire world. It seems that what he wants is never the world's top art academy, not a touring exhibition, not participating in activities under the title of "genius painter" -
Jason was obviously very satisfied with his painting, because he went downstairs and gave it to Gu Jun.
"For me?"
"……Um."
Somehow, Gu Jun understood Jason's intention in sending him the painting.
This is Jason expressing his gratitude, thanking Gu Jun for bringing him "home".
"Thank you. I like it very much."
Gu Jun accepted the painting and handed Jason a key. "I don't have time to bring you here every day. If I don't have time, you can come by yourself. I will greet the guard and no one will stop you next time. But I have one request. Fu Hong must not know about our meeting and me bringing you to the house. Can you agree to this?"
Jason took the key from Gu Jun.
"I promise."
Although Jason didn't talk much, Gu Jun said that every word he said received a response. Gu Jun was very satisfied with this start and told Jason his phone number.
When Gu Jun asked Jason if he needed to write down the phone number, Jason pointed to his head. Gu Jun only said it once, but Jason had already memorized it - the power of blood is really magical, and Gu Jun also has such a memory!
When Gu Jun brought Jason out of the community, Fu Hong was no longer at the door.
Gu Jun guessed that Fu Hong probably went to call the police.
Thinking that Fu Hong would also be anxious and panicked, Gu Jun felt a surge of pleasure in his heart that had been suppressed for a long time!
Gu Jun sent Jason back to the hotel. Before leaving, he patiently taught Jason, "If you want to go home more often, then you have to show that you can go out alone. I think you know everything in your heart, but you just don't want to say it out loud. This is wrong. You should express your thoughts like you did this afternoon. Others may not listen to you, but if you don't say anything at all, others will naturally ignore your thoughts."
Jason's expression was still confused, as if he didn't know why Gu Jun was teaching him these things.
Jason thought Gu Jun would hate him.
He didn't expect Gu Jun to be so patient with him.
Gu Jun took him "home", asked him to draw what he liked, and said that he liked his paintings very much.
Gu Jun returned the key to him.
When Jason came back to his senses, Gu Jun had already left. Jason was a little panicked, then he felt for the key in his trouser pocket and remembered Gu Jun's phone number. Jason's panicked heart slowly calmed down.
"Jason"
After a lot of trouble, Fu Hong took a police officer back to the hotel to check the surveillance. Seeing Jason standing in the lobby, Fu Hong was very angry: "Where did you go without saying a word? Why didn't you answer my calls? I called the police, did you know?!"
If it were usual, Jason would let Fu Hong vent her emotions without saying a word, and when Fu Hong got tired of scolding him, she would naturally stop.
But thinking of Gu Jun's instructions, Jason felt that this shouldn't be the case.
Before Jason could say anything, the police interrupted Fu Hong. Fu Hong had just caused a scene at the police station as a foreigner. In her description, Zhongnan City was like a den of dangers, so dangerous that her adult son could be in danger if she couldn't contact him for just a few hours.
Is it that so?
The police reminded Fu Hong not to waste police resources. Fu Hong was angry and said, "What do you mean by wasting police resources? Jason's situation is quite special. It's normal for me to worry about him getting into trouble!"
The police asked Jason several questions and he answered them all. The police asked him why he didn't answer the phone. Jason touched his pocket and said he didn't have his cell phone with him.
Isn’t this logic quite clear?
The police didn't see anything special about Jason.
This young man has good hands and feet, a clear vision, and apart from being a little introverted, he seems to have no problems.
Fu Hong, on the other hand, first made a scene in the police station and then scolded her son in the hotel lobby. She looked really hysterical.
After the police left, Fu Hong grabbed Jason's arm and asked him where he had been. Jason looked at her quietly. Fu Hong was furious and said, "I told you, as long as you sell your paintings, I will buy back the house you lived in! You don't cooperate with me, and you keep running away. How can I have the energy to help you sell your paintings?"
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