Chapter 104: Missing Brother's Boyfriend
"Do you know me from that painting?"
Jing Xun looked at Lin Zhi, wanting to continue listening to him talk about the connection between them.
He liked Lin Zhi's eyes looking into his in this atmosphere, and liked Lin Zhi's voice. Even though he didn't talk much, he wanted to just listen.
He is not very sensitive to information from the outside world because he does not like to read online information and only communicates with a small number of people.
His agent Chang Yuhan told him that it was his most popular painting and many people began to know and like him because of this painting. Jing Xun didn't know this, but he knew that the painting "Golde's Bird" brought him the most money.
Although art cannot be measured by money, its value can sometimes be proven through money.
"Yes, that painting is indeed very good, both in terms of color tone and technique, and..."
"Um?"
"And the boy in the corner."
Jing Xun slightly widened his eyes, staring at Lin Zhi with an extremely strange and eager look, and said uncertainly: "Did you notice it?"
Lin Zhi gave an affirmative answer: "Of course."
In the painting "Golde's Bird", in addition to the bird holding a red thorn in its beak, there is a crying man and a child quietly clinging to his mother in the corner of the painting.
"Golde's Bird" is a reference. In the legend, Golde is a cruel king who calls himself a natural disaster and enjoys killing people.
He had a bird, and whenever he wanted to kill someone, he would let the bird hold a piece of thorn in its beak. Wherever the bird dropped the thorn, that would be where Gold's butcher knife would be swung.
This popular folk story has been painted by many painters, and everyone has a different version. Most of the time Gold will appear in the paintings, with birds on his left and right. Those paintings may depict his brutal joy, or his hideous cruelty, or the poor dead in the disaster. There are many exquisite works by masters among them. With so many excellent works before him, Jing Xun's painting is still successful today. In addition to his painting skills and use of colors, his creative subjects are also somewhat special.
There is only the bird in Jingxun's painting, and the bird is the absolute subject. The disaster in the distance seems insignificant in front of it.
What kind of bird Gold's bird was is not detailed in the story. Some stories say it was an eagle, some say it was a crow, and some say it was a vulture. In short, it was a fierce or majestic bird.
Jingxun painted a white sparrow, a rare bird that lived in the same era as the earliest version of the folk tale and is now extinct.
Some people think that Jing Xun is using pure white to contrast blood, because the thorn in the white bird's mouth is rusty red with blood precipitation, and the precise grasp of the color tone makes people feel that it is real blood instead of mixed pigment.
Most of the people discussing the boy with a serene expression who was clinging to his mother in the corner were discussing whether he was alive or dead. After all, the quietness and innocence of a child could only highlight the ruthlessness of the disaster and give people a sense of shock.
Jing Xun knew what most people were guessing, but his heart was pounding because he thought Lin Zhi was special, and perhaps Lin Zhi could really feel what he left behind when he was creating.
But Jing Xun knew that possibility was very small, but he still couldn't help looking forward to it, looking forward to a resonance.
Under the burning gaze, Lin Zhi stretched out his hand, his fingertips moved and tapped lightly on Jing Xun's palm.
"Here, here, and here."
That was the bloody mark on the boy's palm caused by thorns. It was difficult to see in the oil painting. Only by constantly zooming in on the details could we catch a clue in his slightly closed palm.
Lin Zhi was absolutely certain when she saw it, for no reason at all.
In fact, he didn't know the answer, nor did he know whether what he said was correct or not, but after he tentatively said it, Jing Xun's reaction had already given a signal.
People who have experienced disasters will use it to remind themselves whether to restrain evil or release evil.
Lin Zhi saw a struggle in Jing Xun's painting, and Jing Xun in front of him seemed to be struggling.
These days, Jing Xun's look at him was not actually kind, but he thought he was normal and Lin Zhi just cooperated with him.
The more Jing Xun felt for him, the more difficult it was to conceal the morbid look in his eyes.
When his fingers were dripping with blood, when she was kissing him, that kind of enthusiasm was more like wanting to chew and swallow him, and dismember him the next moment, rather than normal human sexual desire.
But Jing Xun didn't know, he still thought he was behaving like an ordinary person.
Even his joyful confession at this moment was a little creepy.
"I want to keep you in the painting forever."
That is a memory that will never fade away, no matter if it’s ten years or a hundred years.
The place on Jing Xun's palm that was touched by Lin Zhi felt itchy. The itchiness penetrated beneath his skin and penetrated into his heart.
He held Lin Zhi's hand tightly, but even so he was still restless. He pressed his cheek against the back of Lin Zhi's hand and whispered softly.
This is a pure and straightforward feeling, and it is Jing Xun's truest voice.
It would be great if I could draw him forever. How can I do that?
Jing Xun began to think about this question seriously in his heart, but he couldn't think of an answer yet.
It doesn’t matter, Lin Zhi won’t leave for the time being. Just work hard to turn this temporary state into forever.
At this moment, Jing Xun subconsciously forgot Lin Zhi's identity and forgot that he belonged to someone else. When Lin Zhi agreed to be painted by him, he had already arbitrarily classified Lin Zhi as belonging to his own category.
And Lin Zhi also knew, he actually knew it, so he should be his even more.
The golden sunlight shines in from the window, casting a close shadow on the wall.
The resonance of ideas after intimacy is also a special kind of romance.
Lin Zhi smiled when she heard Jing Xun's words, but did not answer. She just seemed to recall something important and said with some annoyance: "I didn't have time to take a shower, and I just washed my hair and the conditioner broke."
"I'll go order a new one. You wait in bed while I clean the glass in the bathroom."
Jing Xun immediately responded that he was not dissatisfied with the damage to the items. Instead, he was quite excited, as if he was very happy to be able to do something for Lin Zhi.
After tidying up the bathroom, the supermarket staff delivered the conditioner to Jing Xun's door. He took it and went back to his room immediately.
After confirming several times that there were no glass fragments in the bathroom, Jing Xun handed the shoes to Lin Zhi and watched him walk into the bathroom.
His eyes inevitably fell on the bottom of Lin Zhi's tailbone. The lines swayed as she walked. He belatedly savored the touch, and he was still in a daze when the bathroom door closed.
After a while, he slowly lowered his head and decided to just ignore it. There were many things to do that were more important than this one.
He also needs to write a memo... If the memo is not enough, he might as well start writing a diary today and write down important things immediately.
He also has to draw pictures for Lin Zhi. There are so many pictures he wants to draw that it would be a pity if he forgets anything.
Jing Xun opened the electronic diary on his mobile phone and began to record what had just happened.
[I kissed Lin Zhi twice. You must not forget this. If you forget, you will regret it when you see this. If possible, remember to kiss her three times to experience it yourself. Two times is a bit unsatisfying. 】
[Lin Zhi said that we can draw him, this point is bolded.] 】
…………
[Someone has been to the second floor.] 】
Jing Xun put down his phone and stood on the second floor looking around.
He came up to check how dry the previous painting was and to take the painting tools back to the living room. Since he had obtained Lin Zhi's consent, he didn't have to avoid Lin Zhi when painting.
When he walked up, Jing Xun felt something was wrong. It was an intuition.
As this is a relatively small exclusive area that is not visited by outsiders, Jing Xun is very familiar with every inch of this place, so he is very sensitive to the smell that seems to have been invaded.
Jing Xun looked at it for a long time before he discovered what was wrong. The cloth covering the easel had a few more wrinkles, and the waste paper on the ground was also shifted a little distance.
This uncomfortable feeling made Jing Xun frown. He picked up the things, walked to the first floor, took out the tablet from the bedroom, and sat in the living room to check the surveillance.
When Jing Xun saw the figure on the second floor, his pupils constricted.
A person suddenly appeared in the house, and the feeling of being sneaked in silently made him look a little gloomy.
When Jing Xun saw the man's face clearly, his expression became even uglier and he subconsciously looked towards the bedroom.
The brother who had absconded was still alive and showed up at his home.
At that time, he was kissing his brother's lover.
Luckily, his brother wasn't bold enough to open his bedroom door, otherwise the situation might have gotten out of control.
The surveillance camera recorded everything honestly. My brother stopped in front of his easel for a while, then bent down to pick up the waste paper on the ground, looked at it, put it away, and went downstairs.
His figure disappeared at the end of the surveillance video, which was the entrance to the basement.
Jing Xun switched to outdoor surveillance, but the basement exit was also a surveillance blind spot. He couldn't install too many surveillance cameras outdoors, so he didn't know whether his brother had left or not.
Jing Xun didn't really want to go to the basement again, especially when there might be someone else in there besides him.
Today, when he went to check the heating pipes, he only looked at the valve at the basement entrance, and also made sure that the light could reach him. Even so, Jing Xun was a little out of control.
Jing Xun wanted to switch out the surveillance video in the basement, but sure enough, it was pitch black there and had been destroyed.
This was the only surveillance camera installed for him by his brother. He knew its location and naturally knew how to damage it.
Jing Xun frowned, wrote this down in his memo, and then locked it with a password, and also locked the tablet's monitoring device with an app lock.
He was worried that Lin Zhi would see all this and know that his brother was back.
Jing Xun walked into the utility room connected to the basement, feeling very hesitant.
He didn't want to go down, but he felt uneasy at the thought that his brother might be lurking in the basement and could appear at any time.
No... Jing Xun suddenly remembered that he had overlooked something. He had been so worried that Lin Zhi would see his brother that he forgot to think about this matter.
If his brother came to see him, there was no need for him to leave, unless he saw something that forced him to leave.
On the second floor, his paintings.
——Lin Zhi.
My brother doesn’t want to see Lin Zhi, why? Is there something wrong between them?
Jing Xun thought of something strange about Lin Zhi and vaguely guessed the reason.
Jing Xun put his hand on the entrance to the basement, and just as he was about to go down, he heard footsteps.
"Why are you here?"
Lin Zhi stood at the door of the utility room and looked at Jing Xun inside.
Next to the stairs in the basement, Wei Jinrong looked up.
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