Chapter 98: Missing Brother's Boyfriend
There is an evergreen tree planted in the courtyard, which remains lush and green even when the weather gets colder.
The camera hidden in it, which is coated with a scent that repels birds and insects, is extremely concealed and it is difficult to find its trace just by looking up.
Jing Xun forgot this and his heart beat abnormally fast.
His emotion was not panic of being discovered, but irrepressible excitement. This excitement made him raise the corners of his lips unconsciously, and his eyes focused on the young man in the camera.
Jing Xun was looking forward to seeing how he would react if he was discovered.
Should I continue to pretend that I don't know or simply stop pretending and reveal my true self to him?
Discover it soon, discover it soon, then you will see the fear on this face, then... The smile on Jing Xun's face faded again, and he fell into entanglement.
A beautiful vase has a special beauty when it is broken, but it cannot be repaired or used again.
What if Lin Zhi wanted to leave, what if he could no longer make him feel anything?
Jing Xun felt very embarrassed. He had no intention of manipulating Lin Zhi for the time being. He just wanted to observe him and see what emotions he could convey in his natural state.
Moreover, Lin Zhi is very dangerous. If he makes things worse, he will lose everything. This is absolutely unacceptable.
Therefore, when Jing Xun found that the young man in the camera had turned his eyes away, he felt relieved but also a little disappointed.
The young man walked out of the courtyard, and from his back one could see that he walked to the night light. The 1.5-meter-high night light poles standing on both sides of the road also served as hidden trash cans.
He stood on the side of the road for a while, probably to get rid of the smell of smoke.
As he walked towards the house, Jing Xun immediately put down the equipment and returned to the living room.
The doorbell rang, Jing Xun opened the door, his eyes fixed on Lin Zhi's face which turned a little pale due to the cold wind.
It was strange, he knew that this man was not harmless, but seeing him like this always made him feel pity, which this man needed.
This disguise is so deceptive that it is difficult to get rid of it even if you know it is a false illusion.
"I still couldn't contact him just now. Do you think this is true?"
Obviously Jing Xun was his relative, but he threw this question to Lin Zhi.
"I don't know... I wanted to ask more about the inside story, but they didn't say anything. But how is this possible? How could Jin Rong be that kind of person? No way, right?"
The young man sat on the chair, his fingers placed on the table clenched nervously and crossed, as if to comfort himself.
He looked at his lover's younger brother, with a confused look on his face, and a flustered and hesitant look for recognition.
Make people feel like you are the only person he can trust and rely on, and the important person with whom he can affirm his own ideas.
The fragility that is trying hard to hold on, the panic that is about to collapse, and the attractive beauty that is forced to remain calm.
He is lying, this is all an illusion, Jing Xun's brain was filled with noisy voices.
There were warnings, scoldings and excitement, overlapping and repeating.
The young man looked at him intently, waiting for his answer.
Jing Xun avoided his sight, lowered his head to clean up the mess on the table, and responded in a low voice: "Yeah."
Jing Xun remained calm about the fact that his brother might have become a criminal.
He didn't care whether Wei Jinrong was or not.
He would not expose Lin Zhi's strange emotions, so that Lin Zhi would stay with him longer.
The kitchen door was half open. Jing Xun lowered his head to wash the dishes. His slender fingers spread the white foam on the edges of the porcelain white dishes, which were then washed away by the water.
Lin Zhi stared at his profile, maintaining the posture of an elder sister-in-law and admiring him implicitly.
There is a special kind of immaturity about Jing Xun, which is different from the ordinary simplicity and cleanliness. He is not a blank sheet of paper, but a piece of paper smeared with various pigments that are mixed together to appear gloomy in color.
It makes people feel that his desires should also be of the same gray tone.
If he were a few years older, he would perhaps naturally acquire the sophistication and maturity of an adult, and the tone of his complexion would become darker, making the unique texture between adolescence and youth disappear, just like food that has lost some of its flavor.
But he was just at this moment, with straightforward confusion, seemingly controllable mania, and amoral indifference, which was delicious madness.
From his gaze, Lin Zhi gradually realized that disorder, which can be appreciated, is also a kind of pleasure.
Lin Zhi said, "I was originally planning to go to Jinrong's house tonight, but I didn't expect something like this to happen. No matter how long I wait at his door, I probably won't see him. But I still want to go and see him, even though there are police guarding there now."
Wei Jinrong's house had been turned upside down and there was nothing left to see. Lin Zhi was not interested in it, but his purpose was to bring up this matter.
It's just a good opportunity to see Jing Xun's attitude, so Lin Zhi didn't specifically mention Jing Xun in this sentence, but just highlighted him as the subject. However, just before today, he had proposed to Jing Xun that they go to Wei Jinrong's house together, and it depends on how Jing Xun answers.
"when?"
Jing Xun turned his head to look at Lin Zhi, without any hesitation as before.
The reason why Jing Xun doesn't like going out is not that he is against interacting with people, but he hates his unstable condition, so he reduces contact with people and doesn't want others to know about his illness.
His previous doubts about Lin Zhi's plan to go out were because he was worried that he would suddenly lose his memory on the road. This intermittent amnesia is random and may not be limited to his time today. He may also forget some things from yesterday.
He agreed now not because he had put aside his doubts, but because he and Lin Zhi had met for more than two days, during which time his memory was filled with traces of Lin Zhi, so he didn't have to worry about forgetting Lin Zhi's existence.
Another thing was the panic he felt before he fell asleep today. He was worried that Lin Zhi had left his sight and might never come back.
As for whether his illness will be discovered, Jing Xun's attitude on this point is consistent with whether the surveillance will be discovered.
"It's too late today. If we go, it will attract the attention of the police. Let's go tomorrow."
Jing Xun nodded, indicating that there was no problem.
"By the way, have you been able to contact your uncle and aunt?"
Jing Xun shook his head. He hadn’t received a response to the message he had sent to his parents before, so they must not have seen it yet.
Lin Zhi sighed: "Is that so."
The room was quiet for a while, and Lin Zhi stood up and said, "I'll use the bathroom to take a shower first."
"good."
Jing Xun answered, quickly cleaned up the kitchen and went into the bedroom.
There was the sound of running water in the bathroom. Jing Xun felt a little uncomfortable with the presence of other people in the room, so he sat down on the edge of the bed and wrote a reminder on the memo.
——I will go to my brother’s house with Lin Zhi tomorrow.
Of course, he did not forget to add at the end that his brother was wanted by the police for suspected crime, to avoid being forgotten.
Jing Xun looked at the bathroom, left the bedroom and went to the second floor.
He made the center of the exhibition hall a bit messy, with various colors of paint scattered all over it, and the floor was a bit dirty.
Jing Xun looked at the dried oil painting, carefully framed it, and hung it in a specially designated area.
There was already a painting hanging there, it was the one of flowers in the mist.
Jingxun hung the second painting next to it without naming it.
After cleaning the ground with tools, Jing Xun adjusted the colors and began to shape it again.
In his imagination, he wanted to paint the scene where the young man bends down and looks up to see him, but when he put pen to paper, what he painted was Lin Zhi holding a cigarette between his fingers.
He stood quietly under the tree, mature and charming.
The beauty in the painting is beautiful even when she is not looking at you.
White smoke came out from his pale red lips, and there was a faint glow of fire between his fingers, but the warmth was not noticeable.
Jing Xun knew clearly that his mentality at this moment was different from that of the previous two paintings. When he put pen to paper, he felt a calmness in his heart, because at the moment when this scene in the painting took place, the young man did not notice his existence.
In the spacious courtyard, he is the wind, the leaves, the grass, and all the existences that quietly watch the forest.
This moment, frozen in time by the brush, is a kind of eternity.
"Jingxun, are you upstairs?"
The spacious living room diffused the sound. Jing Xun paused slightly. Since it was Lin Zhi who spoke, he was not unhappy about being interrupted. He lowered his head and looked down from the second floor.
The young man below looked up and asked, "Do you have any medicinal wine at home? I just accidentally knocked it."
Jingxun has a cabinet dedicated to various daily medicines, right next to the paint cabinet.
After opening the drawer, Jing Xun saw the medicine that he had not found before. He thought that when he took the medicine, he happened to take the paint, so he put it aside and forgot about it again.
Jing Xun ignored its existence, pushed it aside, took out the medicinal wine inside and handed it to Lin Zhi.
Lin Zhi thanked him and said apologetically, "Were you drawing just now? Did I disturb you? We didn't exchange contact information. I was worried that you were out, so I had to ask."
Jing Xun just realized the problem and said, "I'll give you the phone number."
Listening to Jing Xun's voice, Lin Zhi entered his phone number and dialed it. Only after Jing Xun's phone vibrated did Lin Zhi hang up.
"Are you injured? Do you need help?"
Jing Xun knew that it was unlikely that Lin Zhi would get bumped in the bathroom. He thought of the injuries on Lin Zhi's body, and rubbed his fingers together with his fingers hanging at his sides, trying to suppress the itch coming from under his skin.
There is actually something wrong with what Jing Xun said. When most people hear someone say that they bumped into something, they won’t ask where he was injured.
His attitude was also a little abnormal. After all, he wasn't so enthusiastic a few days ago. But it was understandable that he was trying to make it work.
Lin Zhi seemed unaware and pursed her lips to politely refuse, "I can do it myself, thank you."
"Do you have bedding in your room? I want to make the bed. It might be a little uncomfortable to sleep with only a blanket."
"Yes, I'll get it."
Jing Xun did not forget this and was not afraid of delaying his painting. Thinking that Lin Zhi might be afraid of the cold, he found a thicker quilt from the bedroom closet.
The door of the guest room was ajar, so Jing Xun didn't knock, but pushed the door open holding the quilt.
The young man was sitting on the bed covered only with a blanket, his left leg bent and his loose pajamas lifted above his knee, with a small bruise on the side.
The pale skin created a color contrast with the dark blanket, and even the purple marks looked more hideous.
"Just put it on the bed. I'll make it myself later. Sorry for bothering you."
The young man placed his palm on the wound to cover the mark.
Seeing through the screen is no match for seeing it with your own eyes, right, my great painter?
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