Chapter 115: Missing Brother's Boyfriend
Jing Xun, who knew very little in this area, was completely fascinated. With Lin Zhi's simple words, Jing Xun immediately connected them more closely.
Jing Xun carried Lin Zhi out of the basement. He didn't come here before because he was worried that he would lose control. He didn't come here in the future just because he disliked the simple environment.
Those things that recurred and seemed invincible and were engraved in his memory and almost became one with him had now been soberly stripped away by him.
Although he is not normal for a while, he doesn't need normal.
He finally didn't have to worry about killing his lover and could control his own thoughts.
Lin Zhi is not only his muse, but also his savior.
With every step I take, the movement of climbing the stairs, there is a subtle sound of water.
Lin Zhi hung on Jing Xun, her eyes slightly unfocused.
01 can finally watch cartoons with peace of mind. Just now, it couldn't pay attention to it at all. It was so anxiously staring at the screen that it didn't even remember what was playing.
Fortunately, I can replay it, I am so happy!
Lin Zhi was placed on the soft big bed. The dust on her sweater rubbed onto the quilt, but no one cared.
The cement walls and floor of the basement were rough, which wore away the sweater. The hem of the sweater rolled up slightly, revealing Jing Xun's shape.
The clothes and quilts were rolled aside and fell to the ground at an angle.
There is no need to think or worry about anything, and sometimes Lin Zhi also likes the feeling of having his brain occupied.
A grand revelry, feasting on each other.
Lin Zhi's cheek rested on the pillow, and the world shook with it.
As the sky darkens, the light and shadows change.
When Lin Zhi opened her eyes again, it was dark outside. Jing Xun had a high fever and was the most suitable pillow to hug in the cold season.
Speculating based on the situation, Lin Zhi naturally didn't think he was still stuck on the day the goods were found.
After asking 01, Lin Zhi realized that two days had passed.
Jing Xun has good physical strength and high demands, and he doesn't need to go out to do anything, so he naturally has plenty of time and energy.
"You're awake now, would you like some water?"
Jing Xun was reading a book. He spoke immediately after sensing the movement beside him.
After Lin Zhi nodded, Jing Xun immediately went to the living room.
Lin Zhi walked into the bathroom on weak legs and held onto the sink to steady himself.
He vaguely remembered this scene, Jing Xun holding him to wash him, luckily the shower head was always running warm water, otherwise he might get sick.
Lin Zhi, whose throat was swollen, couldn't speak. He looked in the mirror at the horrible bruises on his neck and started washing without caring.
After washing up, Lin Zhi took the cup of water. The warm water flowed into her throat, relieving some of the discomfort.
After the cup was empty, Lin Zhi felt someone hugging her waist, and then her body was suspended in the air.
"I'll take you to the living room. I made some porridge and kept it hot."
Jing Xun carried Lin Zhi to the living room, where there were cushions on the chairs.
Seeing Lin Zhi touching the cushion, Jing Xun explained: "I bought it together with the ingredients."
Jing Xun woke up earlier than Lin Zhi. After staring at Lin Zhi for a while, he got up.
He went shopping first, and while shopping he was thinking about what to prepare for Lin Zhi. He bought a lot without realizing it. He then went to pick up the pants that Lin Zhi had torn from the basement, and then began to clean the house, clearing away any traces of strangers entering and leaving the house.
The scar that had been festering for a long time was covered with rotten flesh. Now that the rotten flesh had been dug out, Jing Xun felt extremely relieved.
He didn't think about the possibilities he faced, because he would not try with other people's lives, he would only choose to end his own life, so he would never know the answer.
But now it’s different. Jing Xun sincerely thanks his brother, thanks him for disappearing on his own initiative and bringing him Lin Zhi.
Lin Zhi tasted the seafood porridge and gave Jing Xun an approving look.
Jing Xun's eyes became brighter after receiving the affirmation. He sat opposite and watched Lin Zhi eat quietly.
Most of Jing Xun's instability had disappeared, his vision was still abnormal, but Lin Zhi didn't care.
After Lin Zhi finished eating, Jing Xun started to wash the dishes.
After quickly handling it, Jing Xun shook his phone: "Want to watch a movie?"
Lin Zhi rubbed his throat and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to see you paint."
Lin Zhi remembered that Jing Xun had an unfinished painting, a warm-toned painting of him.
"This one?"
Jing Xun took down the cloth covering the easel in the living room. The painting that was being dried in the shade was obviously finished.
Lin Zhi paused as he looked at the facial features of the person in the painting that had been added at some point.
He seemed to have an impression that Jing Xun had carried him here, and his uncontrollable tears seemed to have dripped into the paint, and Jing Xun held his hand and added two strokes.
Lin Zhi pressed the solar plexus, wondering if the disease was transferred from Jing Xun to him, why did he lose his memory?
"I finished the painting while you were asleep. It was very inspiring."
While Lin Zhi was sleeping drowsily, Jing Xun, still in high spirits, finished the painting with full confidence.
He still has many paintings he wants to create, about various lovers, but with Lin Zhi in the forefront, painting has to take second place.
"Would you like to see me draw a new one? It might take a long time, so you might find it a bit boring."
Jing Xun frowned and said honestly: “And my painting efficiency may be slower than before, because I want to see you and be with you, I can’t help it.”
If possible, Jing Xun hoped that Lin Zhi would always be in his sight.
If he could stay with Lin Zhi for a while longer, he would feel more secure, and then he wouldn't be too afraid that Lin Zhi would suddenly disappear.
"Then pack your things first. I've taken clothes out of the guest bedroom closet."
Jing Xun asked: "Do you want to put it in the suitcase?"
Before, Jing Xun would avoid asking, but now it was different, he had the courage to ask directly because he knew the answer would not make him sad.
Lin Zhi understood: "So you don't want me to live in the same room with you."
"Of course not! I'll go help you clean it up!"
Jing Xun immediately went into the guest room and took out all the clothes without hesitation, pretending that he had never helped put them in.
While packing up other things in the guest bedroom, Jing Xun also saw his work badge hanging on the clothes hanger.
On it is Wei Jinrong's photo and name, which were left over from when he worked in an educational institution.
Seeing the face in the photo, even though he had just thanked the person in his heart, it still did not stop Jing Xun from throwing it into the trash can with an expressionless face.
Jing Xun was so considerate that he took away the quilt from the guest bedroom, making the place completely uninhabitable.
While Jing Xun was busy, Lin Zhi was reading the company's news.
The painting has been authenticated and is authentic, and has been handed over to the employer.
Although the process was full of twists and turns, and the incident happened to an employee of BV company, the commission received by the company was discounted.
Neither the company nor the employer is happy, and Wei Jinrong has been sent to a prison with relatively poor conditions.
Among the things that happened to him, the ones who suffered the most were his mother Jing Yuya and the female college students who were exploited by him.
Lin Zhi had previously mentioned that Wei Jinrong had apples at home but Wei Jinrong didn't like to eat apples. This small doubt that was no longer worthy of attention was also answered by both Sister Lin and Mother Jing.
Wei Jinrong not only does not hate eating apples, he even likes them. However, he avoids revealing his preference to others. He pretends that he dislikes the things he likes in order to prevent someone from poisoning them. He will only enjoy them in a place where he feels safe.
Lin Zhi couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the original owner. Even though the original owner was just a set of data, in what he believed to be real life, the person he liked was deceiving him even about this.
This is why Lin Zhi is so picky about people's bodies. Apart from mental illness, emotions can deceive people, but the body cannot.
But there are always exceptions. Lin Zhi leaned on the sofa, looking at Jing Xun who was moving the quilt, with the corners of her lips slightly raised.
Actually, it’s not so bad to give it a try.
Lin Zhi could feel that he was already a little addicted.
The next morning, Lin Zhi and Jing Xun went to the hospital together, accompanied by Jing Xun's parents.
Jing Yuya was very worried about her son's illness. She had consulted many famous doctors at home and abroad since he was a child.
The couple was very happy when they learned that Jingxun had regained his positive desire for treatment.
Jing Xun happily agreed to stay in the hospital for a week of observation because Lin Zhi was there. Even though he was in an unfamiliar environment, he did not feel uncomfortable.
When resistance arises, Jing Xun will stay close to Lin Zhi for a while, or draw.
By taking medicine and undergoing tests on time, Jing Xun could feel that the frequency of his intermittent amnesia had decreased without the need for a doctor to tell him.
This sense of order and control over life is something he hasn't felt for a long time, and Jing Xun is still slowly adapting to it.
He needs to record the time frequently, no longer on the hour, but whenever he remembers, or record it when the doctor reminds him, and then compare it.
Lin Zhi finished chatting with Sister Lin about work hours, and when he saw Jing's mother waiting for him to finish his call, he spoke up to say hello.
"Thanks."
Jing Yuya had a lot to say, but in the end, it all came down to these two words.
She could feel that Jing Xun had completely walked out of the haze. Even though he still liked to stay in familiar areas and tried not to go out, and didn't like to communicate with anyone he wasn't familiar with, and still gave people a gloomy and cold feeling, he no longer had that strong sense of self-destruction. This change made her want to cry.
"You're welcome. It mainly depends on him."
Lin Zhi is not being modest, because the designer saved himself, so he was able to enter his world because of 01 and come into contact with his various personality fragments.
It was because the personality fragment itself aroused his interest that he chose to approach it.
He is not seeking redemption for the sake of redemption, but just because he is interested. If the fragments of his personality make him feel indifferent, he will not choose love. If the fragments of his personality make him disgusted, he would rather not be reborn.
After chatting with Jing's mother for a while, Lin Zhi asked about their old home.
"Where we lived before, we didn't have a very stable place, because I often had performances, and his father's work place was often abroad, so we were always changing the environment. What's wrong?"
"No, I'm just interested in his past."
As a rule, cat items that represent the spiritual symbols of personality fragments are placed in their old homes that symbolize good memories.
Lin Zhi thought that this time it would be the doll that Jing Xun mentioned his mother embroidered for him, but he didn't see it at home.
According to what Jingxun's mother said, it is unlikely that these things exist in the places where they lived for a short time. Moreover, Jingxun's parents have always been alive and well, which does not fit the destroyed past.
Jingxun's mother told some interesting stories about Jingxun's past. After receiving a work call, she apologized and said that she had to leave first.
Lin Zhi walked into the ward and found Jing Xun in a coma due to the effects of the medication.
On the drawing board in the ward was a painting he had recently completed.
The kitten keychain is hanging on the hand of the young man in the painting, frozen forever in paint.
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