Undying Patient

"A doctor?" Huai Zhou paused, but quickly raised his legs and continued to walk forward, his voice became a little cold, "Didn't you ask Dr. Li to come?"

"On the first day, I called Dr. Li, but Dr. Li went on vacation the next day, so sir, he found a new doctor. The doctor's surname is very strange, surnamed chicken..." The bodyguard didn't notice Seeing the change in Huaizhou's tone, he answered his question without thinking, and even gossiped about the doctor's surname with Huaizhou.

Huai Zhou listened to him expressionlessly, but his heart was cold.

If the owner is sick, can the doctor at home go on vacation?The doctor Bart invited was probably a psychiatrist, who was specially here to give hypnotic guidance to teenagers—to guide him to have a higher tendency to obey the ruler.

It's a pity that the juvenile's ruler has long since changed.

Huai Zhou raised the corners of his lips coldly, his eyes were dim, and the bodyguard next to him looked at him, feeling that this Asian colleague had not seen him for a few days and had become more imposing, completely different from the Asians in his impression.But the bodyguard didn't think too much about it. During the few days when Huaizhou was away, he was the person who replaced Huaizhou's shift. Now that Huaizhou is back, he should leave after handing over the work.

Huai Zhou took off the windbreaker on his body, and put on the uniform black suit of the bodyguards in the castle. After confirming that the clothes on his body were straight and wrinkled, he opened the door and walked towards the boy's studio.

The boy's life is very regular. Although Huai Zhou has not been in the castle for the past seven days, he can clearly know the boy's every move. He can guess that the boy must be sitting by the window right now, holding a paintbrush on the canvas. Outlining his paintings, such a clear understanding perfectly satisfies Huai Zhou's desire for control from a certain angle.

Unconsciously, Huaizhou's footsteps became much lighter, but then slowed down quickly, because he thought that the boy's regular life would soon be broken, and the boy might still be able to drink a bottle every morning when he woke up like before. Milk, he is also fully capable of giving the boy the material life that is almost the same as now, but he cannot give the boy the peaceful time to play the piano, draw pictures, or read books as before, and there will be a long time after they leave this castle. Time to be tired of running and hiding. He has long been used to this kind of life, but can the boy get used to it?

Huaizhou walked more and more slowly, and finally stopped at the door of the studio, and did not go in for a long time.The boy he had been thinking about for the entire vacation was sitting inside, just as he had expected, sitting quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding a few paintbrushes in his hands, and sketching colored lines and blocks on the canvas.

He lowered his eyebrows, his slender eyelashes seemed to be a little transparent in the light, and he couldn't hold back the clear brown pupils underneath. There seemed to be a lingering water in those eyes, overflowing with long-lasting tenderness, He stared fixedly at the canvas in front of him.

Because he was too focused, the boy didn't seem to notice his arrival.

Or maybe when he walked in front of the canvas, the boy would not notice him, because he knew that the boy was very attentive when painting, playing the piano or reading a book. At that time, he was immersed in his own world, and that world only had He is alone.

He used to be able to get close to the boy at these times because he grabbed his wrist before he stepped into his own world, so the boy could only look at his world from afar, and was forced to stay in his own world. world.

Huaizhou took a deep breath of air, then let it out slowly, he now somehow didn't want to disturb the young man, he thought it might be because the young man's brows and eyes immersed in the painting were too gentle, and he didn't want these tenderness to be turned into being abused. Annoyed after the interruption, Ping Shu's eyebrows were also tightly furrowed, showing dislike for him.As soon as he thought of that scene, Huaizhou couldn't help but want to go backwards, so he chose to stand at the door, on the edge of the boy's world, and wait for him to come out of that world before hugging him.

However, the young man sensed his arrival. He stopped the paintbrush in his hand, looked back at him as if feeling something, and then opened his eyes slightly. Those beautiful amber eyes were full of surprise, joy, and joy. Waiting for all kinds of beautiful and heart-melting emotions, but there is no irritability, impatience and anger.

Looking into his eyes, Huai Zhou felt that the red liquid flowing in his heart and blood vessels had turned into thick honey, swimming in his body sweetly and greasy, because he did not see the young man walking away from his own world. out, and drew him into that world, a world where no one had ever set foot.

"Huai?" The young man softly called his name, "Are you back?"

"En." Huai Zhou responded in a low voice, and walked to the boy's side before he got up and walked towards him.His eyes kept looking at the boy, greedily as if he could never get enough of him, and he only parted a little bit out of the corner of his eye for the painting that had just taken the boy's full attention, because the colors on that painting were very gorgeous, very conspicuous.

But to Huaizhou's surprise, the person in that painting was him.

In the painting, he is standing among a field of sunflowers, his brows and eyes are full of tenderness, and he looks affectionately at the people outside the painting.

Huai Zhou looked at him in disbelief in the painting, as if he couldn't believe that he could have such affectionate and gentle eyes, but the person in the painting had exactly the same face as him, and it was indeed himself.

So he has been watching the boy with such eyes all this time?

Huai Zhou couldn't help but say, "This painting..."

"The painting is Huai." The young man took his words, with a hint of showing off in his tone, and a hint of anticipation for praise, he raised his hand and gently tugged at the corner of his sleeve, "Did I draw a portrait?"

The boy's hands were still stained with a lot of paint, which stained his clothes, but Huaizhou raised the corners of his lips and said, "Like."

The young man got his affirmation, his eyes lit up immediately, Huaizhou didn't wait for him to smile, and continued: "But you don't draw very well."

"What's wrong?" the boy asked him with his head tilted, and his head gently rested on his chest.

Huai Zhou bent down and got very close to the young man, pointed to the person in the painting and said, "There is one more person standing beside him."

His teenager was very smart, and immediately raised his head: "Can I be your model?"

"Of course." Huai Zhou looked back at him, "But I'm not very good at drawing."

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's drawn by you." The boy immediately gave him all the pens, took a small chair and sat behind the canvas, and wanted to be a model for him.

Huai Zhou really didn't know how to draw, so he awkwardly added the outline of a figure next to the person in the painting, and the face couldn't be drawn well, so he could barely see that it was a boy.However, the young man held the painting like a treasure and completed the surrounding sunflowers, thinking that it was his most perfect work.

"My drawing is not good-looking." Huai Zhou laughed.

"I think it's very pretty. The eyes you painted are very similar to mine." Su Jinzhi looked at Huai Zhou's painting, his eyes were a little moist.In so many worlds, he only had a photo with him in Song Mingxuan's world.

And the picture he drew was actually based on that group photo.

After No. [-] left, he cried secretly. After crying, he felt a little ashamed, but he couldn't help but miss Huai Zhou even more. He wondered what Huai Zhou was doing now, and whether he missed him as much as he missed him. with him.

So when he woke up this morning, he took a paintbrush and wanted to paint Huai Zhou.

He is really an unqualified lover, and besides loving Huai Zhou more, he can't find any way to make up for him.

Su Jinzhi has never been so eager to recover those lost memories for a moment. He wants to know how they fell in love at the beginning, and even if they separated later, he also wants to know the reason, because every moment they are together is different. Should be forgotten, but worth remembering.

"Can I hang this picture up?"

Su Jinzhi couldn't help opening his mouth, but he regretted it after he finished speaking, because he had never drawn a photo of himself and Bart, not to mention that this painting was written by two people, if it was really hung up, Bart would not Doubt his relationship with Huai Zhou?

"Yes." However, Huai Zhou patted his head and agreed, "But we have to wait until your birthday, we can keep it as a gift for your father."

Su Jinzhi didn't realize the meaning of his words for a while, and only after a few seconds did he remember that on his birthday, Huai Zhou was going to take him out of the castle, so he left such a painting and told Bart that he and Huai Zhou eloped Su Jinzhi couldn't imagine Bart's face after seeing this painting, but as a good baby, he would never refute Huaizhou's meaning, and immediately nodded in agreement with this proposal.

Su Jinzhi carefully hid the painting, then stood still in front of Huai Zhou, looking up at Huai Zhou.

Huai Zhou lowered his head slightly, met the young man's eyes full of hope, and asked him softly, "What's wrong?"

"Huai..." The young man hesitated, as if he was afraid that he would disagree, "Can you be like that...that day..."

Huaizhou's heartstrings were plucked even more tremblingly, as if someone was holding a longbow and pulling the melody of Canon on it, he pinched the young man's slender chin, and pressed his lips gently against the corners of his lips, in line with those two The soft lips parted as if away from him, blending with his warm breath, took his words and said: "Kiss you like that day?"

The boy's cheeks and ears were blushing, his eyes shone with embarrassment, but he nodded eagerly.

But Huaizhou didn't reward him with the kiss immediately, but smiled lightly, and stepped back a little: "Do you know why I kissed you?"

"Because Huai likes me, and I like Huai too." The boy said naturally, "So Huai can kiss me, am I right?"

Huaizhou looked at him, didn't speak for a long time, finally sighed and kissed his lips: "You're right."

I must also want to dominate you because I like you, but this idea is wrong from the beginning, because I cannot dominate a person who can capture me, and I am destined to be dominated by you.