When he met Shen Yijin's indifferent eyes at first glance, Jing Xun's heart froze.
He tried to call: "Mr. Sir?"
Standing behind the door, Shen Yijin, who was almost hiding his figure in the darkness, nodded, "Yeah." "
...Are you okay?"
"Are you okay ?" ?" Shen Yijin chewed these few words over and over again. If it was in the past, he would probably only answer "yes" or "no", but this time, he just tilted his head and stared at Jing Xun. His eyes became deeper and deeper, but he didn't speak.
This is completely uncharacteristic.
After a long time.
He suddenly asked: "What's wrong with Xiao Xun?"
His tone was still normal.
The voice is also deep, full of texture as before.
But Jing Xun, who doesn't have many contacts and is actually not very understanding of human feelings, also knows that the eldest brother is obviously abnormal at this time!
Jing Xun did not forget the conditions he had negotiated with Shen Yijin.
Nor did he forget his own role.
——He? For Mr. Villain, it’s just for calming down.
It's just that Mr. He? The change is too sudden... Before? They? They have never had relevant drills. Now it is said that they are calmed down. How should they be calmed down?
How to do it?
Jing Xun licked his lips.
For things they don't understand, they usually ask directly.
So he boldly looked back at Shen Yijin: "What's there? Can I help you, sir?" As soon as
these words came out, Shen Yijin on the opposite side paused.
Another thunderclap flashed by, and Jing Xun obviously looked at him and frowned.
...For someone like Shen Yijin who is used to having a normal expression, once he frowns like this, it will be too obvious.
He? Undoubtedly in a bad condition, in a bad mood.
Their eyes were also in an abnormally red state, more terrifying than ordinary people staying up all night.
And, what's even more frightening is that even the red eyeballs couldn't cover up the coldness in his eyes.
Especially when he is staring at people tightly, he will have a feeling of being frozen for life, and his neck will be strangled in an instant.
Jing Xun's back began to feel a little stiff.
But their bodies still stood up straight.
The clear eyes did not hide or flicker, and looked directly at him gently and patiently.
His idea is quite simple.
Shen Yijin has helped him so much as his fiancé, and he can't be cowardly when he can really play a role.
Besides, the last time I got sick, Shen Yijin, who was still a stranger, didn't swallow him alive... Ahem, although it was another kind of peeling... Wait, shouldn't it? The way to calm down
is So what?
...
Although it feels a bit nonsense.
The setting is also too bloody.
But it seems that, in theory...
people who are in a bad mood vent out...it will make them feel better?
After some reasoning, Jing Xun was basically sure that he was right...even if he was wrong, it doesn't matter, at least he can try it first.
Shen Yijin spoke.
He opened his mouth to answer his question: "No."
Jing Xun: "?"
"If there is nothing wrong," Shen Yijin raised his hand and pressed his own temple: "Don't bother me." After finishing speaking
, Immediately close the room.
Jing Xun: "..."
To be honest, maybe Mr.? He? has been too polite all the time - he? can not speak.
But never speak harshly.
So when you first hear this, it feels like a huge gap.
Jing Xun felt that it was as if he had finally experienced the stern side of the big villain, and the feeling of being poured cold water on his head.
But he didn't ignore the pain gradually revealed on the other side's face when the door gradually closed.
At that moment, even though he still didn't know what to do and was at a loss, Jing Xun raised his hand to block the door that was about to close before he could react.
Immediately afterwards, facing Shen Yijin's astonished and unbelievable eyes, Jing Xun squeezed his thin body in through the crack of the door.
...
With a "bang", the solid wooden door was completely closed after that, and Jing Xun's back was half pressed against the wall, not daring to move.
... Going inside and smelling it, the smell of cigarettes in the room is even stronger.
Before that, Jing Xun had never smelled cigarettes anywhere in the house, nor had he seen anything like an ashtray.
——If it wasn't for the occasional smell of tobacco on Shen Yijin's clothes, he would almost have forgotten about the other party's smoking.
So the husband should not smoke often.
Only when you are in a bad mood? Smoking.
After confirming this point, Jing Xun looked around again and found that he couldn't see anything.
Now the whole study room is pitch black, and you can't see your fingers, but it's very similar to when they first met.
In fact, Jingxun also noticed yesterday that there are thick curtains hanging in front of every window in this house.
Shen Yijin doesn't look like someone who hates the sun, he? Hate it, maybe it's just the lightning outside...
But why? Don't turn on the light?
As soon as these questions arose, Jing Xun felt that someone was approaching where he was in vain.
...the kind that gets very close once you lean on it.
In an instant, there seemed to be the sound of the other party's breathing in his ears.
very heavy.
Shen Yijin's voice was deep and hoarse, full of texture.
His voice was full of doubts, and he whispered softly in Jing Xun's ear: "Xiao Xun?"
"Hmm..." Jing Xun responded uncertainly, the other party's unusually hoarse voice made him breathe cautiously many.
He tried to say: "It's me, sir."
"What are you doing here?"
Although Shen Yijin's voice changed, but the tone was light and melodious, and there was a hint of playfulness in his voice.
If the surroundings were not completely dark at this time, if he could see Shen Yijin's face, Jing Xun felt that the other party must have an extremely crazy and violent expression at the moment.
But what is that? What does it look like?
In his mind is the tall and handsome opponent standing expressionlessly under the bright light, but Jing Xun couldn't imagine what the hideous Shen Yijin would look like for a while.
But it was also because of this that Jing Xun suddenly felt some sadness in his heart—he wanted Mr. to return to his normal appearance.
I also want to let the other party get rid of the pain.
So he tried to say: "I'll come in...to accompany you. Mister? Sir, is there anything you want to do, do you want me to accompany you?" "Anything is fine." Jing Xun finally patched it
.
But when his voice fell, what he got in exchange was Shen Yijin's silence.
Although he didn't make a sound, the other party's breathing seemed to become heavier, just like the sound of rain outside. A manic aura of torture that had been suppressed quickly spread in the air.
In a completely dark room, Jing Xun suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.
At the same time, Shen Yijin asked him in a hoarse voice: "What? Anything is fine?"
...
In fact, being touched like this is quite a test of the heart.
But seeing that Mr. Long Legs is ill and cannot control himself, Jing Xun still chooses to forgive him.
Not only that, he also raised his other arm and covered Shen Yijin's big hand with his hand.
Curl your five fingers slightly and hold it gently.
Jing Xun said with certainty: "Anything is fine."
"..."
The hand under Jing Xun's palm became very stiff obviously, and Shen Yijin's voice sounded even hoarse: "Aren't you afraid of me?"
Afraid.
Subconsciously, this answer appeared in Jing Xun's mind.
But before he could say anything, he suddenly remembered what he had said before when he was eating at the revolving restaurant on the 68th floor in the center of the city... He said that he was not afraid of Shen Yijin.
So Jing Xun finally said, "I'm not afraid now."
With
a click, the light in the room was manually turned on.
The bright lights suddenly poured down from the roof, which was a bit dazzling to those who had been in the dark for a long time.
But Jing Xun still endured the strong light, staring at Shen Yijin intently.
Jing Xun's gaze was soft, as gentle as a warm lake.
But now, Shen Yijin's deeply frowning and somewhat ferocious appearance was reflected in the water of the lake.
However, all this did not have any impact on Jing Xun.
At least in Shen Yijin's perception, the young man not only clenched his hand, but also removed it from his shoulders, and held it with both hands instead.
...
Shen Yijin would show abnormal irritability every time there was lightning, thunder, and heavy rain.
But what they felt was much deeper than what they expressed.
In the torrential rain, some people cried, some screamed, and some were silent.
They will all jump out at this time, occupy his memory, control his perception, and try to change his emotions.
But one time it was different.
That time, the young man was as soft as water and passionate as fire.
She's so polite, pitiful, and... makes people feel very warm.
But now, the other party is still looking at him with such warm eyes.
Under Shen Yijin's unblinking stare, Jing Xun tried not to irritate the other party, and asked softly: "Mr. Sir, have you taken your medicine?" Shen Yijin seemed to be able to react for a long
time When asked, he tilted his head slightly and said, "Yes."
Jing Xun: "..."
The villain needs to take medicine, although he has never seen him take medicine, but Jing Xun has seen the doctor prescribe it in the other party's medical report. prescription.
Because the patient's condition was not a typical manic disorder, the medicine Shen Yijin took was only the most conventional kind of medicine to soothe his emotions.
Obviously, at this moment, it should have no effect.
Jing Xun's heart turned cold, and he couldn't help but worry about Shen Yijin—won't it keep raining, so they won't be in a good mood?
"Then what should we do?" He tried to ask: "Sir? What do you want to do? Last time..."
Jing Xun also gave up.
In fact, it's nothing? Well, he and Shen Yijin went to take a bath together, and then...
Anyway, they are in this relationship now.
Having said that, Jing Xun, who was quite inexperienced, couldn't help but blush when he really wanted to do what?
Hi.
It shouldn't be because he is thin-skinned and can't let go.
It should be the dreams he had recently... It was too exciting and easy to mislead his thoughts!
Shen Yijin on the opposite side obviously listened to what he said.
The hand held by Jing Xun actually started to exert force, and soon, Jing Xun's two hands were wrapped by the opponent's big hand... The heat from the back of the hand made Jing Xun even more shy
.
Although, in their field of vision, Shen Yijin's eyes were still sharp, and his red eyes were as cold as snow.
Beside their ears, Shen Yijin's breath became heavier and heavier.
The other party asked him: "You don't regret it?"
Jing Xun blinked blankly: "What
do you regret?" Shen Yijin didn't say anything.
Jing Xun only felt that his breathing became heavier.
After a while, the other party backed away a little, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Then come here." Afterwards, Shen Yijin opened the door with the other hand, the big hand was still dead
. Holding Jing Xun's tightly, Jing Xun was dragged back to the corridor.
It was still bright in the corridor.
It's still raining outside.
Jing Xun, who was suddenly pulled out of the study, thought they would turn right and go back to the bedroom.
Unexpectedly, Shen Yijin turned around directly and pulled him into...the living room?
... So? Exciting?
With the intelligent control system in place, the curtains in the house were drawn at some point.
Not much lightning can get through.
It's just that the annoying sound of rain cannot be completely isolated. In other words, Jing Xun suspects that as long as there is a certain weather or a certain period of time, Shen Yijin will get sick, and it has nothing to do with whether he can see lightning or hear thunder.
When he was distracted thinking about this, he had already been pulled to the sofa and sat down.
Shen Yijin turned around and went back, saying that he wanted to get something and asked him to wait.
Jing Xun: "..."
Jing Xun sat there obediently with his legs together, looking a little uneasy and cramped.
He was thinking, Shen Yijin wouldn't come up with something strange?
No matter how ignorant Jing Xun is, he is still a young man, not to mention he often hangs out with upright adolescent classmates.
So that kind of exotic items and equipment... He still knows a little bit.
...Sir, no? What do you want to play? Big ones?
According to the current situation, Mr. Eldest is still conscious and can control himself to a considerable extent.
But... not sure.
After all, you can do some strange things when you are in self-control...
It
seems that one day Shen Yijin will be in a better mood, and they really need to rehearse in advance to see what happens in the future How to deal with this situation.
Well, maybe it should start tomorrow.
Just as Jing Xun was thinking about this, Shen Yijin came back.
He has long legs and big steps, so he moves quickly.
Soon he came to Jing Xun, and then Jing Xun could see clearly that what Shen Yijin was holding in his hand was...
a chessboard?
……International chess? ?
Sir, they are just...playing chess with me? ? ?
Jing Xun was surprised, and immediately cast a puzzled look at Shen Yijin.
Shen Yijin looked at them condescendingly:
"Xiao Xun said, if I get sick, then we will..." "
?"
"Read a book and play chess."
Jing Xun: "..."
Sorry.
They don't want to care whether Mr. Mr. is sick now.
He? I wondered if he was sick.
But that's okay... that's okay, it's okay.
Because later, they really played chess.
And the effect turned out to be very good.
Although Shen Yijin showed an obviously depressed reaction several times during the process, and occasionally took a long time to think about the next move of the game, Jing Xun waited patiently and persuasively every time, like a waiter. The teacher didn't show any impatience when he called the well-behaved students in class.
Under his gaze with bright eyes, it seemed that playing chess could really relieve Shen Yijin's symptoms.
Even after a round of simple sparring, Jing Xun can ask a few questions when starting the next game.
For example, ask him if he is better now, whether he doesn't like light or sound, and how he got through it before.
These questions, some Shen Yijin will answer.
Some will not?.
Jing Xun feels that the opponent's mind is like going through a protracted war.
So sometimes Shen Yijin is normal, sometimes not.
The reason why Mister still has orderly logic and clear consciousness is entirely supported by willpower.
"Can you sleep, sir?"
Seeing him? It was so painful, Jing Xun couldn't help but try to ask.
After all, it might not be uncomfortable to fall asleep.
Shen Yijin said: "I can't sleep."
"Okay." Jing Xun said hurriedly, "Then let's continue playing chess."
During the period, Shen Yijin went back to the study to smoke a cigarette. Jing Xun said that he could smoke in the living room. , but Shen Yijin was unwilling.
Obviously, the boss has his own rules when he is in a bad mood. He smokes and only stays in the study.
While the other party was going to smoke, Jing Xun checked the time. It was boring to wait around, so he ran to the kitchen and looked through it. Finally, he found a set of teapots and cups, and opened a pack. Looks beautifully packaged tea, made a pot of tea.
Jing Xun felt that he couldn't sleep anyway, so he should drink more water.
When you are sad, try to be as optimistic as possible and be happy.
This is the way Jing Xun used to adjust himself.
Although, he? Actually doesn't know how to make tea.
But fortunately, what he brewed was scented tea, and the fragrance of tea permeated the whole living room just after brewing.
When Shen Yijin came out, he saw the young man sitting there, waving at him with bright eyes: "Mr. Shen, drink tea." ...Later, after playing two games of chess, Shen Yijin complained that he had a headache
,
so They didn't play any more.
Read a book instead.
At a time like this, you can't expect the boss to sink down? What are you reading? The text is gone, so it's all Jing Xun's reading, and Shen Yijin listens.
Because the husband expressed a headache, Jing Xun tried to give him a head massage to relieve the headache.
And in order to be able to read while massaging, Jing Xun simply let Shen Yijin lie on his lap.
There are two large bookcases on both sides of the study, and there are all kinds of books and albums.
Of course, they are all reference books involving various professions, and there are no such things as novels that can ease the mood.
So after Jing Xun read three chapters of "Das Kapital" vigorously, Shen Yijin began to express his headache again and did not want to understand the content of Das Kapital.
"Okay, then let's change one." Jing Xun said.
When Jing Xun put down the book, when he lowered his head, he saw Shen Yijin's indifferent peach blossom eyes staring straight at them.
...uh huh.
Although I'm used to being stared at by Mr. Wang, but from this angle... it's better not to.
It is said that when taking pictures, the camera is from top to bottom? Will it be? It looks like a fat person with a big face.
It probably wouldn't be very good-looking to be stared at by people staring at a naked fruit like this.
Jing Xun subconsciously covered his thin chin, not to let the other party look at it.
I don't even plan to continue studying.
He asked Shen Yijin: "What else is there at home? Is there anything you can play? Game consoles and the like?"
Shen Yijin, who was still looking at him, said: "No.
" ...Computer games? Do you like playing, sir?"
Shen Yijin looked at him without blinking his eyes.
Jing Xun: "..."
Well, he? He guessed it vaguely, so the busy boss shouldn't know what to play? Online games.
Jing Xun's gaze finally fell on a piano placed in the corner of the living room.
By the way...
He suddenly remembered the silent headphones on the bedside table.
"Would you like to listen to music, sir? I'll get you headphones?" The
rumble of thunder outside had long since disappeared, and perhaps the lightning hadn't visited their house for a long time. Before they knew it, the rain had become much lighter.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Jing Xun felt that Shen Yijin's spirit had calmed down a lot.
At least, their eyes are still dull, but they don't seem to be as fierce and crazy as before.
Then maybe listening to music at this time can completely relieve the mood!
But even though Jing Xun had a good idea, Shen Yijin frowned slightly, and immediately refused, "No headphones." Jing Xun had no choice but to try again and said, "Why don't I play a song for you?"...
This
time
? This time, Shen Yijin has nothing? Objection.
He even got up directly and said, "Okay." "
..."
Although there are smart devices all over the house, I believe there must be something hidden in the living room? A smart speaker can immediately play music as long as the user commands.
But... there is only one theme tonight - to help Mr. Big Brother enjoy himself physically and mentally.
So Jing Xun didn't mind making a fool of himself.
There were a lot of sheet music attached to the piano shelf, Jing Xun flipped through it, found two melodies with cheerful main themes, and tried to play them.
He has never learned the piano. The reason why he can play it is because he has a good memory. When he was in the orphanage, he always watched the teacher play it. After a long time, he memorized all the keys and fingerings.
It's just that what he plays has no soul in the eyes of a professional pianist.
Although I could easily read the music score later with my photographic memory, Jing Xun often stuttered and pressed the wrong keys during the playing process.
In short, although the whole piece is basically in tune.
But it's nothing like rotten? The difference.
But even so, the young man sitting in front of the piano was still smiling.
Jing Xun raised his lips slightly, and when he occasionally pressed the wrong key, he would laugh first, and cast a mischievous look at Shen Yijin who was standing beside him, the mole at the corner of his eye was more obvious.
But in Jing Xun's eyes, Mr. Mr. and them? Although they are not in a good mood, there is no change in appearance.
He? Not only his face is still handsome, even the clothes he wears have no wrinkle, and his long body is standing upright. If you ignore his slightly cold hair? Red eyes, maybe he is still the usual reserved and polite Shen Yijin.
Shen Yijin was indeed unusual just now, but maybe the sound of the piano completely overwhelmed the sound of the rain, and the humid night was ignited by cheerful notes. Jing Xun felt that the breath of the eldest brother seemed not so cold now.
Thinking of this, they grinned at each other with great satisfaction, their brows and eyes curled up.
Because I lost my mind, I pressed the wrong key again and went out of tune.
But Jing Xun didn't care.
Anyway, it's all about relaxing. If he doesn't play well, he isn't afraid that Shen Yijin will laugh at him.
They even became more relaxed and bold, looking in Shen Yijin's direction every now and then, occasionally making eye contact with him.
Just like that, a piece of music was played under Jing Xun's light fingertips. The young man with picturesque eyes got up from the piano bench and bowed quite formally to the only audience present.
He? He wants to ask the other party if he plays well.
But just when he straightened up, he heard Shen Yijin call him: "Jing Xun." "?
"
Jing Xun raised his head, and suddenly felt that the other side was approaching him, and subconsciously wanted to take a step back.
But at the same time, their waist was also embraced by a strong and powerful arm.
Feeling the strength on the opponent's arm, as if his whole body was enveloped by the opponent's powerful aura, Jing Xun couldn't help looking at Shen Yijin, his eyes were a little bit puzzled.
And just when he didn't respond, Shen Yijin nodded slightly, and the light-colored thin lips fell down...
right on his brightly-colored lips.