Paranoid love from the gods [Quick Cross]

The spring light of April carries the warm sun and falls on every corner. The stone walls on the path carry green moss, which reveals a hint of coolness in this hot weather.

Wen Yan stood by the lake, the surface of the lake was sparkling, as if a fish was about to jump out of the water, he stood there and watched quietly, until the setting sun in the sky, red clouds and colorful clouds, he walked towards a place.

Walking to the door of Xie's house, the housekeeper of Xie's house had been waiting there for a long time. He looked very anxious until he noticed Wen Yan.

"Master Wen, you're here." The housekeeper looked earnestly, "The luggage has been packed for you."

The butler led Wen Yan into Xie's house. When passing by the back garden, he saw a boy in a shirt drawing by the swing.

Wen Yan frowned, then looked away, and followed the housekeeper to the second floor.

The boy in the white shirt seemed to have sensed something. Looking back, he saw only a phantom, his heart beating wildly. Xie Ci looked back at his painting. After a moment of silence, he stopped painting.

"Master Wen, you live in this room."

The housekeeper opened the door for Wen Yan, and after telling Wen Yan some things, he suddenly thought of something, "The young master lives next to you."

Wen Yan glanced at Xie Ci's room and nodded, "I see."

After the butler left, Wen Yan entered the room. He looked around at the decoration of the room, which was simple and low-key, which he quite liked.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the moon slowly rising in the sky and the sun about to set. He blinked and looked at the back garden below.

The location of this room is good. By opening the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see most of the scenery of the back garden, but the boy in the white shirt that you saw before is gone.

"Knock knock."

Wen Yan turned around, it was a maid.

After seeing Wen Yan, she trembled all over, with obsession in her eyes.

"Master Wen... It's time to go down to eat." The maid stretched out her hand towards Wen Yan, but he avoided him. Wen Yan looked at the maid, and finally he stretched out his hand and played a little trick in front of the maid, making her leave first.

Wen Yan was very surprised. He walked to the mirror and looked at himself. He was stupid. Didn't he change his appearance when he came here before?Why is it still the original appearance.

Is it because of this world?

As the main god, Wen Yan's face is too dazzling. This is a sweet burden. It is beautiful in itself. Coupled with the halo of the god, it is quite a heartthrob.

"Ah Yan, what are you doing?" Xie Jing, the eldest son of Xie's family, came to Wen Yan's door at some point. He watched Wen Yan knead and beat his own face in front of the mirror, giving him Funny.

By the way, he and the eldest son should have grown up together.

"Ah Jing, why are you back?" Wen Yan let go of the red cheeks that had been slapped by him, and walked to the door to talk to Xie Jing.

Xie Jing smiled at him, "A Yan, did you forget that I came back yesterday and sent you a message."

Wen Yan pretended to have suddenly realized, and patted his head, "Look at my memory."

Xie Jing led Wen Yan downstairs for dinner, Wen Yan readily agreed, but when he walked in the corridor, his expression changed.

He remembered that the paintings in the corridor were not like this when he came here. Why are they so weird? He asked Xie Jing, but Xie Jing said, aren't these just ordinary paintings?

On them, the boy in the white shirt stood at the door, staring obsessively at Wen Yan's back.

I found him, I found him, my lord, my brother, you can't escape now.

Feeling the gloomyness behind him, Wen Yan stopped and looked back. The young man who was there just now had disappeared long ago, leaving only a green plant there.

"Whose is the last room in the corridor?"

Xie Jing looked back, and said indifferently: "That's my brother's studio, don't get too close to that guy, that guy only knows how to draw, and he's very gloomy."

Wen Yan: "Really."

He looked at that room, and there was a light in his eyes. Then Wen Yan remembered something and asked him, "Your brother won't come down to have dinner with us?"

"Him? He's very weird, and he likes to draw, and the time is not fixed. He reprimanded anyone who called him before." Xie Jing shook his head helplessly, "Face and temper are directly proportional."

Wen Yan listened to him while observing the paintings in the corridor, indeed, there was a layer of mist covering the paintings.

"Where did you get these paintings?"

"They were all drawn by my younger brother. Ah Ci's paintings have a price but no market. I just don't know what happened. After some paintings were sold..."

Xie Jing shook his head and didn't intend to say any more. He looked at Wen Yan. This man was getting more and more outstanding, and more and more people secretly liked him. Thinking of those love letters that he secretly blocked back then, Xie Jing's lips Evoked a strange arc.

"Let's eat, Yan."

Adhering to the rule of not talking when eating or sleeping, sometimes the sound of some dishes and chopsticks can be heard on the dining table, but other than that, there is nothing else.

Wen Yan, who returned to his room, was about to take a shower, but found that the shower in his bathroom was broken, but would the housekeeper arrange a guest room with a broken bathroom for guests to sleep in?

It can only be entrusted by others.

But who entrusted it?Xie Jing is still——

Thank you?

Wen Yan felt a little guilty about this man. He picked up his things and pushed open the door. The paintings on the corridor seemed even weirder at night. Wen Yan walked up to a portrait, and the scenery of that portrait gradually distorted. , gradually formed a vortex, Wen Yan's face remained unchanged, and he reached out to destroy the portrait.

Wen Yan's guess was correct. After destroying the portrait, the original painting was revealed. The sunny scenery is really beautiful.

The other paintings were quiet, they were scared, the painting just now was the strongest among these paintings, but they didn't do anything bad, they just occasionally scared people, and then swallowed people who the owner didn't like for a spoof Spit it out again.

The paintings are cowardly.

Wen Yan looked at his palm, he still had that gentle look on his face, but the painting he said made the other paintings want to faint.

"Put away the fangs, otherwise I don't mind killing a few more."

A few incompetent people fainted from fright.

Wen Yan walked in the direction of Xie Ci's house, but the short distance of a few steps gave Wen Yan an illusion, as if he had passed a long life.

Wen Yan knocked on the door politely, "Are you there? I'm here to borrow the bathroom."

There seemed to be no movement in the room, Wen Yan raised his eyebrows and was about to leave when he heard a creak and the door was opened.

Wen Yan glanced at the crack in the door. There seemed to be infinite power inside. As if being tempted, he pushed open the door, and the door closed automatically, but there was no one in the room. The next second, the bathroom door opened, and a man in a suit A handsome young man in a bathrobe with his collar open came out.