Undying Patient

But when Su Jinzhi picked up the paintbrush, he corrected his attitude. He looked at Huaizhou sitting in front of the easel, and instantly remembered the scene when he sketched Qin Yezhou in the first world.

But the mood back then was completely different from now.

He looked at Huai Zhou's serious and expressionless face, raised his eyebrows, and raised his hand to draw two big circles on the canvas.

Huaizhou was stunned for a moment when he saw that Su Jinzhi was really going to draw for him, but when he was still thinking about whether he should keep smiling, he saw that the young man had already started to write, and suddenly an ominous feeling appeared in his heart. Feel.

This feeling was confirmed in the time that followed.

The boy himself would enjoy it quite a bit, the male nannies would regularly bring him freshly squeezed juice and delicious desserts, but Huai Zhou was worried that it would be inconvenient for the boy to paint after he moved, so he kept the same posture and rarely changed it. He just occasionally drank the water that his fellow bodyguards brought him.Fortunately, Huaizhou had experience as a sniper before. At that time, in order to ensure the success of the mission, he would lurk in the sniper spot for more than ten hours. Compared with now, it is nothing compared to now.

What really troubled Huai Zhou was that the male nannies who delivered the boy's food would suddenly open their eyes wide when they saw the boy's canvas, then glanced back and forth between him and the canvas, and finally showed a smile that was not a smile. Sitting in front of Su Jinzhi's easel, Huai Zhou had no idea what he was painting.

In the end, it was Su Jinzhi who felt sorry for Huai Zhou, and didn't want him to continue to keep the same posture in front of the easel and hastily finish his painting. He looked at the canvas and smiled, "I'm done."

The bodyguards and nannies gathered around upon hearing the words, and gave Su Jinzhi encouragement and praise as usual: "The young master's painting is really good."

"Excellent!"

"Very much like Huai!"

Hearing their endless compliments, Huaizhou was also a little curious about how handsome Su Jinzhi painted him, so he immediately walked over and looked at the canvas——

"..."

Su Jinzhi knew why Huai Zhou showed such a troubled expression, because he was painting an abstract painting, so he deliberately highlighted Huai Zhou's dark gray eyes, which made him look like an alien in the painting.

But he is an alien, so he still looks very similar.Su Jinzhi thought without guilt.

But Huai Zhou, who is a model, doesn't think so. Now he finally understands why those bodyguards and nannies looked at him so strangely, and the young man came over to him with a smile and asked, "Does my drawing look good?"

Huai Zhou's voice was a bit difficult: "...It's very beautiful."

Su Jinzhi was also very satisfied with his answer: "Then I will hang it up, and hang it in the corridor of my bedroom."

Huai Zhou: "..."

Bart was almost responsive to the request of the original body, so of course he would not block such a small request as just hanging a painting. After the nanny called him to ask his opinion, the painting appeared in Su Jinzhi's bedroom that night In the corridor outside, everyone who walks that way can see this vivid abstract painting.

As a result, when Bart came to see Su Jinzhi in the second week and saw this painting, he was also taken aback. He asked the male nanny to ask what was going on with this painting, and the male nanny told him that this was the painting that Master Jimmy was going to hang.

"But Jimmy said that the person he painted is Huai." Bart looked at the person in the portrait whose eyes occupied half of his face, "This thing doesn't look like Huai, does it?"

The male nanny said dutifully: "Master Jimmy said that this is his newly learned abstract painting method."

"New drawing method? That's no wonder." Bart understood immediately.His son once painted an oil painting for him. He was so lifelike in that portrait that he took it to his office and hung it up. As a result, his son gave him another painting that was said to be his portrait a few months later. But that painting is not so much a painting as a sheet of paper filled with equations.

But the young man insisted that it was a painting, as long as he solved the equation, he could see that it was him.

Bart was not so bored that he really asked a mathematician or professor to solve the equation for a painting, so he asked the boy to hang the painting in the castle, and now the portrait of Huaizhou is the one Painted neighbors.

Bart looked at his "portrait" and then Huai Zhou's, and sighed with the male nanny: "Jimmy is such a great artist."

"Yes, Master Jimmy is indeed very powerful." The nanny echoed him with a smile.

"Well, let's go. Go see what my good Jimmy is doing now." Bart nodded, and asked his subordinates to go to Su Jinzhi with the calculation items that need to be processed this week.

Su Jinzhi was reading a book in the study at the moment, and Huai Zhou was by his side.

Huaizhou watched the young man lying on the blanket with the same action as he was assassinated that day, flipping through the book in his hand quickly with his white fingers, and couldn't help asking him: "Are you reading?"

"Yes." Su Jinzhi answered him. He was indeed reading books. These books were newly sent by Bart. The original body had never read them before, and there were many novel novels in this batch of new books, which were very interesting. Attractive, Su Jinzhi is not even interested in teasing Huai Zhou anymore.

Huaizhou looked at the book in his hand, this is the third book, the first two books of this set have been read by the teenager 25 minutes ago: "This is a mystery novel, you read it so fast, can you read it?" Remember what I said earlier?"

"Of course." Su Jinzhi's eyes quickly skipped the information on this page, and then turned to a new page, "And I have already guessed who the murderer is."

"who is it?"

"That's the person who appeared on line No. 89 on page 13 of the first volume." Su Jinzhi replied without raising his head. The ability to string them together has also been greatly enhanced, and he knew who the murderer was after a while, but the author's character interaction is very interesting, so he still plans to read all of this set of novels.

Hearing what he said, Huaizhou picked up the first volume of this set of mystery novels from the ground, turned to page 89, and found a name on line No.13.He has read this set of mystery novels for a few months, because the author's writing is interesting, he still has some impressions of this book, but he still can't do it if he is asked to name the murderer. Brings back some memories of him.

"It's really him." Huaizhou raised his eyebrows and asked him tentatively, "You must have read this set of mystery novels."

"No, this is the first time I've read this novel." The boy finally moved his eyes out of the book this time, looked into his eyes and replied, "I haven't read these few books, I remember them."

Huai Zhou corrected him: "If you haven't read it, of course you will know that you haven't read it. That's not called remembering."

"No, no." The boy was a little anxious, "I mean, as long as I have read the books, I will remember that I have read them, and I will never forget them."

Huai Zhou paused, then asked him again: "You mean, you remember everything you've seen?"

The boy nodded obediently immediately.

"I don't really believe it." Huaizhou slightly hooked the corners of his lips to tease him.

Su Jinzhi also wanted to tease him, so he tilted his head, and asked him with the same corner of his lips: "Then how can Huai believe it?"

"If Jimmy can pass my test, then I believe it."

"Okay, how do you test Huai?"

Huaizhou raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, walked to the bookshelf to check the books on the shelf, and took out a book at random: "This book is called "The 15th Year of Wanli". Have you read it?"

Su Jinzhi replied: "I have seen it."

Huai Zhou turned to page 264 of this book and asked the boy, "Can you recite what is written on page [-] of this book?"

"Of course." Su Jinzhi quickly retrieved the memory of this book from his head, and began to recite what was written on page 264 verbatim.

And Huai Zhou's expression became more and more serious along with his voice.

Finally, Su Jinzhi smiled and asked him, "Huai, have I passed your test?"

Huaizhou did not answer Su Jinzhi's question immediately, but remained silent. It has been more than a week since he entered the castle. During this period, Huaizhou has learned to help the boy dress and feed with the help of the nanny Through a series of things like helping him open the drawer and setting up the easel, he had a thorough understanding of the boy's habits, and similarly, he also discovered something wrong with him.

The work manual given to him by the male nanny only mentioned the obstacles of the teenager’s inability to take care of himself, saying that his mind is the same as that of a child. .

And for example, such an extremely simple action as opening a drawer, two or three-year-old children will definitely be able to learn it after watching it once or twice, but teenagers can't do it anyway.

Huai Zhou will never forget the first time he saw the young boy playing the piano in the bright piano room. He was sitting in front of the black piano, his slender fingers nimbly moving quickly on the black and white keys. That scene shocked Huai Zhou, And that pair of white and dexterous hands can draw oil paintings that are indistinguishable from real people except for abstract paintings, but they can't tie a bow for their own shoelaces -- they are both a genius and an idiot who can't take care of themselves.

These anomalies undoubtedly told him that the boy was indeed a mentally incompetent person, and he had no way of surviving on his own without anyone taking care of him.

Over the past week or so, Huai Zhou discovered that the routine of the boy's life was terrifying. Reading, painting, playing the piano, eating and sleeping were all he had in life. The only way he could contact the outside world was the books shipped from all over the world.From the mouth of the nanny and other bodyguards, he knew that the teenager had lived like this for 12 full years.

If ordinary people were like him, they must have gone crazy long ago, or would suffer from severe depression, but Huai Zhou could see that the boy was very satisfied with this kind of life.

Because he simply does not have the thinking and cognitive abilities of a normal person.

The rumors about him being mentally handicapped are not false, but true, and he has never pretended to be himself.

But his father was Bart, who was able to provide him with enough food and clothing, and hired enough nannies to take care of him for the rest of his life, but why did Bart waste so much effort to protect a mentally handicapped person who did not pose any threat to others?Why do you want to build such a big castle for the boy to live in?

Or captivity.

He strictly controlled the bodyguards, servants and nannies who entered the castle, and did not allow anyone to enter the castle except what he allowed, and likewise, the boy was not allowed to leave.

And the reason for all this, he may already know, because the boy has a photographic memory - he can help Bart remember some things that cannot be written down, or need to be backed up, but cannot be discovered by others .

A teenager who will never tell the truth is much more precious than some blank paper that may be stolen.

"Huai, did I pass your test?" Maybe because he couldn't get an answer for a long time, the boy asked him again by tugging at the corner of his clothes.

Huaizhou shifted his gaze slightly, met the boy's beautiful brown eyes like crystals, his throat moved a few times, and then he replied with difficulty: "Passed."