Chapter 99: My Brother's Boyfriend is Missing
Sometimes, covering up can add more feeling than being explicit.
Jing Xun took his eyes off the back of Lin Zhi's hand, put the quilt on the bed, and walked out.
The door was closed, blocking out the light.
Jing Xun stood there for a while, he closed his eyes unconsciously, and his eyelashes cast a light shadow on his cheek.
He pictured the scene he had just seen in his mind, along with the color and temperature. These were things that could not be felt through the screen, and made him reluctant to leave.
He had just arrived and the painting was not yet finished. Jing Xun took out the tablet from the bedroom, walked to the paint cabinet, took out the colors he needed, and took out the medicine from the medicine cabinet. He drank some water and swallowed a few pills casually, then went upstairs absent-mindedly.
He opened the tablet and couldn't pay attention to the painting next to him.
Lin Zhi was making the bed and listening to 01 reporting Jing Xun's movements.
He did not stop his hands. After making the bed, he sat on the soft bed and rubbed the medicinal wine on himself.
The bruises on his body were not limited to the one on his leg. When he fought with the man who took the black box and his companion that day, he had several marks on his body. Both sides showed no mercy, but his skin was white, which made the subcutaneous bruises look more serious.
The wound on his back had already scabbed over and didn't feel much pain, so Lin Zhi didn't go to see it.
There is a piece of art decoration on the table in the guest room. It was originally placed on the windowsill, but was moved by Lin Zhi to face the direction where Lin Zhi is now.
The medicinal wine was slightly warmed by the temperature of the palm and was applied to the left side of the abdomen. The jade-white and firm skin turned red due to the kneading action.
Jing Xun looked at the screen in annoyance. Perhaps because of the dust or the water stains left by being wiped by someone, the screen looked a little blurry.
He wiped his fingers across the screen, which was of course in vain.
The fingers pressing on the screen unconsciously exerted force, and the fingertips turned slightly white, but nothing changed because of any of his emotions or actions.
He wanted to wipe clean what was far away on the other side, and if he could do that, he might as well see it with his own eyes and remember it with his eyes and brain.
Unfortunately, he couldn't, which made him sincerely think, why was the person inside his brother's lover? If it was his, then everything would make sense.
Jing Xun lowered his eyes, with some regret and sorrow in his eyes.
He placed the tablet on the ground aside and looked at the unfinished painting in front of him.
Feeling interrupted, he looked at the young man in the portrait, which had not yet been detailed, and tried to immerse himself in it again.
But his thoughts were in a mess, and other images about Lin Zhi popped up in his mind from time to time.
Bruises appeared on fair skin, on the bends of legs, at the waist, and in more covered places.
Jing Xun put down his paintbrush, picked up a pencil beside him, took a new piece of white paper, and sketched the picture in his mind.
This wasn't smooth either, as he couldn't visualize it all smoothly in his mind.
Beginner painters draw shapes, and advanced painters draw spirits. They have long since mastered the skill of seeing the whole picture from a small part.
Jing Xun had long been skilled in drawing the human body, whether it was a static skeleton or various nude models. He could even clearly outline the shape of Lin Zhi's body from the direction of his back muscles.
It should be like this, it should be like this, but... Jing Xun found that he could not imagine Lin Zhi in his mind in his entirety. He could clearly draw his face, his back, his arms, his waist, and his legs. He could clearly piece them together, he could clearly do it!
But this cannot be done in this painting. Even the image in my mind has become blurred, just like a painter with the worst skills who can barely make a copy. Not only has the soul of painting been lost, it is not even worthy of being called a work of art.
I can’t draw it, I don’t have any feeling.
All those things that made him proud and praised by others seemed to disappear in an instant, his brain gradually went blank, and his temples ached slightly.
Jing Xun put down his pencil, looking gloomy.
This was an even more awkward state than when he first started to paint. Even though he began to learn to use a pen to depict the world he saw, he could only use his immature brushwork to depict his feelings.
When drawing a still life for the first time, even if the teacher changes the placement of the still life, he can still replicate the details of the previous still life.
But now he is like a beginner who needs to look at his "still life" before he can depict it. He cannot draw what he has not seen, which is a big blow to him.
What is this... Jing Xun pressed his forehead, his eyes bloodshot.
He thought he had caught the perfect tail, but found that he seemed to be on the other side of the river again.
Is it because he imagines a muse that is not his?
Jing Xun stood up somewhat shakily. He walked down involuntarily, looked in the direction of the guest room, and glanced at his watch out of habit.
Nine thirty-six.
Halfway through his walk, he paused and looked at his watch again out of habit.
Nine thirty-seven.
Why did he suddenly want to go downstairs... Jing Xun pressed his solar plexus, glanced upstairs, and recalled what happened before.
It should be to get the paint, otherwise he wouldn't go downstairs in the middle of painting. He seemed to have some emotional disconnection at that point.
Jing Xun took the commonly used paints and subconsciously opened the medicine cabinet next to it, and saw the neurological drugs he had placed there.
“It’s actually here.”
Jing Xun murmured, but didn't care too much that the bottle was opened, maybe he had eaten it sometime before.
He poured a few pills into his stomach, put the medicine back, and went upstairs with the paint.
The lines on the white paper that fell to the ground were blurred, and many black lines expressing negation were drawn on it, and the pencil was thrown aside.
There is enough paint on it, and some of it is still unopened.
Jing Xun was lost in thought for a moment, then quietly piled the paint together and picked up the paper on the ground.
He clearly remembered nine o'clock, and nine thirty-seven, and even remembered that he was drawing during that time.
Or maybe he forgot something, maybe even something that bothered him enough. The smeared lines showed that he was in a bad mood before.
The screen on the tablet placed next to it was blurry, and one could vaguely see Lin Zhi lying on the bed reading a book.
The atmosphere was very quiet. Jing Xun stared at it for a while, then his eyes returned to the unfinished painting.
He suddenly had an idea and was eager to try it out.
He quickly went downstairs and took out a lighter from the drawer where miscellaneous items were placed. In his pocket was the box he had just taken down from the second floor.
He did not return to the second floor, where exhibits were hung and the climate control system and smoke alarms were set up.
The bathroom door was locked and it was a little damp inside.
In the box was a half-smoked cigarette, wrapped in cloth and properly stored.
Jing Xun used a knife to carefully cut off the part that could no longer be ignited, and with somewhat clumsy movements, he imitated Lin Zhi and held it between his fingers.
The choking feeling made Jing Xun cough awkwardly, gasping for breath in discomfort.
He bit the filter of the cigarette gently and looked at his disheveled self in the mirror.
This feeling was not pleasant. I wondered what Lin Zhi was thinking while doing it.
The bathroom mirror was dripping with cold, wet vapor, blurring his face.
The knock on the bedroom door brought Jing Xun back to his senses. He hurriedly put out the cigarette that was about to burn out, rolled it up and put it back into the box, then opened the bedroom door.
"I'm here to return the medicinal wine."
Lin Zhi handed the small bottle back to him, and when she saw Jing Xun's stunned look for a very short time, she knew that he had forgotten about it.
This also means that he has forgotten what he was allowed to see with his own eyes, which is a pity.
He had deliberately wiped everything in the room in order to increase Jing Xun's anxiety, but he didn't expect that he actually forgot.
01 told him that Jing Xun’s coordinates changed quite frequently. This was a common thing for other people, but something was wrong with Jing Xun.
"You forgot to take it away after you rubbed it for me earlier. I'm really sorry to bother you."
Lin Zhi watched Jing Xun take the medicinal wine and said this softly.
Forgetting is really a troublesome thing, but who says we can't make use of it? It just so happens that one thing can be used in two different ways.
Wouldn't it be better if Jing Xun reviewed the surveillance records and found out that he was lying to him?
Lin Zhi curled her lips inwardly, but didn't show it on her face.
Jing Xun's grip on the bottle of medicinal wine tightened and his mind went blank for a moment.
He helped Lin Zhi rub the medicinal wine?
where? ankle? Or somewhere else?
Jing Xun felt depressed and he didn't remember it.
What was bothering him just now, what had he failed to draw, what had he done?
Jing Xun asked himself hurriedly in his heart, but couldn't get any answer.
In front of Lin Zhi, he could only nod slightly stiffly.
"Are you smoking?"
Lin Zhi smelled the smell of smoke lingering on Jing Xun, and a look of disapproval appeared on her face.
He looked at Jing Xun's red eyes and comforted him, "Don't be too anxious no matter how anxious you are. Smoking too much is not good for your health. Go to his place tomorrow to check. He may not contact us on his own initiative. It may be a bad situation to meet him again, but at least we know that he didn't disappear without a reason."
"Actually, I don't know what to do. I'm obviously a few years older than you, and since uncle and aunt are not around, I should be the one to handle this matter. But... I don't have enough status, so it seems like nothing I can do is right."
There was a hint of bitterness on Lin Zhi's face, and his voice was very low when he said the last sentence.
Jing Xun knew that he had misunderstood, but he seemed unable to explain it.
He couldn't say that he was not acting like this because of his brother's accident, but just to taste the cigarettes he had smoked?
No matter how you think about it, you feel that Lin Zhi will run away immediately after he says this.
Jing Xun said in a low voice: "You can handle it, at least you can handle it on my behalf. Even if my mother comes, she can't say anything."
The young man raised his head slightly and smiled at him, "Thank you. Does this count as an acknowledgement of my identity? Then it seems that I must fulfill my responsibility and take good care of you. Although we cannot be called relatives yet, I am very happy that you recognize me."
This is vague and ambiguous words, which can be used to address whether she is the eldest sister-in-law or has some other identity.
When Lin Zhi's eyes are slightly curved, there is pure tenderness that makes people unconsciously immersed in it.
Even though I knew it was a fake illusion, I couldn't help but fall into it.
The more he does this, the more fascinating his true nature beneath the mask becomes.
Lin Zhi: "See you tomorrow, good night."
Jing Xun watched Lin Zhi return to the room, holding the bottle of medicinal wine in his hand, and went to the second floor with his heart beating fast.
He actually forgot such an important thing. He immediately recalled the recordings. Most of the blurry footage made him very anxious.
Time was fixed in a certain interval, and Jing Xun was reluctant to fast forward and watch what happened in the past.
He saw himself taking out the medicinal wine and handing it to Lin Zhi, and saw him carrying the quilt to Lin Zhi's room and then leaving.
He left?
Jing Xun looked back patiently, but still didn't see himself returning to Lin Zhi's room.
A chill suddenly crept up his spine and his heartbeat uncontrollably quickened, making him excited and frightened.
Jing Xun went back to look at the record again, thinking about how Lin Zhi had just handed him the bottle.
——You forgot to take it away after you helped me rub it. I’m really sorry to bother you.
The young man's eyes were focused and gentle, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.
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