After I was reborn, I became my sister-in-law

The last time Zhao Xiangyan came here, he didn't notice that the room next to him was locked. At that time, the same thing happened again in a hurry, and he ran too fast.He once came across the same locked room in Zhao Wei's own house in China, and when he went there later, that room was already empty. Now it seems that he moved abroad.

is it necessary?Just because he went there once and discovered something?

Before the car accident, he had asked Zhao Wei, did he buy this place for his lover, Jinwu Zangjiao?Zhao Xiangyan got goosebumps all over his body, and felt that his brother didn't seem like a person capable of doing such a thing.

And he told himself before that since God gave him this opportunity, as long as he recognizes his brother and helps his brother solve the "murder" matter, Zhao Yan can like whoever he likes, he has died once, and What is not acceptable.It's just that I might go to help persuade his mother.

"Tsk..." Zhao Xiangyan shook the doorknob, his eyes swept around the door frame, no matter what, he had to know what was inside.

The gates have all been smashed, and it's nothing to smash another one. I don't know when the people who live here will come back.He can't control that much, it's just right when he comes back.

The dark red door was pushed open a crack, and in broad daylight, there was no light inside.Only after Zhao Xiangyan opened the door fully did he know the reason.

There are no windows in the house, or rather, the windows are partially sealed.

He turned on his phone and took a photo on the wall next to the door to find the switch.With a click, the room finally lights up.

Like opening an old thing that has been dusty for a long time, the air is filled with a strange smell, as if it has been a lifetime.There is no furniture in the whole room, and the walls are not very colorful because they are covered with paintings.

They come in all sizes, are lifelike, and without exception are all pencil sketches.

The surprise in his heart has far exceeded his initial attachment to this place.Zhao Xiangyan stood where he was, looked around the room, and thought for a few moments that he hadn't come back to life at all, but just had a dream.It is not uncommon for strange scenes to appear in dreams, otherwise why all the paintings are of two people, who look familiar and somewhat similar.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly, tapped his forehead with his palm, waited for a few seconds and opened it, nothing changed.

The room was airtight, and everything was still and real and a little scary. He slowly approached a wall, and on a painting at eye level, one was him, and the other... probably Zhao Wei.

In the picture, he is about 16 or 7 years old, holding a delicate Puzzle in his hand, with a serious and serious expression, and even the eyelashes are clearly drawn, very vivid, it can be seen that the person who wrote the pen carefully observed him.

This scene was both familiar and unfamiliar, and there was a date in the lower right corner. He followed his memory to find it, and remembered the scene at that time.That day was his 16th birthday, and Zhao Wei gave him his first customized Puzzle, which he liked very much.He remembered that when he got it, he couldn't wait to start playing. He was bored in the room and pondered for four or five hours without sleep.Zhao Yan would occasionally come to see his progress, sometimes just to glance at him, and sometimes to sit beside him and accompany him.

And the reason why he felt that this painting was familiar but also a little strange was because he clearly remembered that Zhao Wei was sitting beside him at that time, looking at him with his temples propped up.But Zhao Wei in the painting is not sitting just like in memory, but leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

If the painting is a documentary, then this kiss is definitely a fiction.He didn't know when Zhao Wei had the skill of painting, but the person who drew this painting couldn't be someone else except Zhao Wei. According to Huan's will and description, this possibility is very low in his opinion.

Zhao Xiangyan suddenly realized something, and took a small step back as if he was unsteady.

No, he shook his head, a certain thought was like an evil flower that broke out of the ground, and he suppressed it as soon as it showed a shadow, how could he think of his brother like that, he definitely wouldn't.

Ignoring his beating heart, he took two steps back and scanned the entire wall, trying to find some "evidence" to overthrow that absurd idea.

If the age of 16 was a start, the countless paintings on the wall almost recorded his entire life from then until his death.

Some of them just outline the human figure with a few strokes in a hurry, while most of them trace in detail, down to the movements and expressions of the characters.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that Zhao Yan started to alienate him from that year.He thought it was because he entered high school and his brother went abroad to study in university, so it was only natural that the relationship was not as close as before.He had never thought of another possibility, and he didn't dare to think about it now.

Because Zhao Huan said that he would not come back for an internship during the holidays, he pestered his brother on the phone for a long time to go abroad to find Zhao Huan to play with. There are a few paintings that depict the scene during that time.

At first he thought he was causing trouble to Zhao Wei, but Zhao Wei had no choice but to accompany him, so naturally he rarely smiled, so how could the person in the painting who smiled unreservedly be Zhao Wei?

Although he had long forgotten where he had been and what he had done when he was abroad, there was one thing he would remember correctly. Zhao Yan had hardly ever approached him, either by his side, or standing behind him, or just Sitting not far away and waiting for him.But all of the paintings are holding hands or hugging. No matter how you look at it, they don't look like a pair of brothers, but more like lovers.There is even a picture of two people sleeping in each other's arms in a hotel room.

His heart skipped a beat, and he realized that this painting was not necessarily imaginary. He fell asleep, even if he was hugged, he would not know.

In fact, in these paintings, Zhao Wei's image brushstrokes are often very simple, but his portrayal is meticulous and exquisite, making it difficult for him to be regarded as someone else.And the person who holds hands and hugs with him will only be Zhao Wei.

Reason told him not to look any more, but his eyes jumped uncontrollably between more pictures, and then stopped on one of them.Because it is different from the delicate style of other works, this painting has heavy lines, and the person who wrote it seems to have a lot of emotional ups and downs.

An umbrella is thrown on the ground, and the sky is raining. In the painting, he is pressed against the wall by Zhao Wei and kissed.

On his left is a closed convenience store, and on his right is the entrance to a movie theater, which has also closed.That day, he and his girlfriend who had just been dating for a month watched a midnight movie. When they came out, it rained heavily. After finally getting a taxi, he insisted on filling up the car to let his girlfriend go first. His girlfriend, who ended up getting drenched, stood in the wind and rain and sneezed one after another. There was not even a place to shelter from the rain in the typhoon day, and he waited for his brother to pick him up.

The reason why I remember it clearly is because he had a quarrel with Zhao Wei that day.

At that time, his brother had already started to alienate him, so when Zhao Wei rushed over, he was very happy at first, but his brother scolded him, asking him why he had to go out at midnight even though he knew about the typhoon It's a movie at the scene, what can you do if you don't get in the car together.

He was completely soaked at the time, and stood in the rain for almost an hour, especially because of Zhao Wei's estrangement. Then how did he answer?

"Who is as incapable of love as you, who has no experience in love, what qualifications do you have to say about me?"

At that time, he was a sophomore, long past the age of being beaten by his brother, but at that time Zhao Yan couldn't help but grabbed the clothes on his chest, his eyes were hot, as if he was so angry.He raised his head and stared back as if unwilling to admit defeat, the rain dripped down his brother's forehead hair on his face, he squinted his eyes, thinking that his brother would really beat him like he did when he was a child.

As a result, Zhao Wei just stared at him for a while and then let go of him to pick up the umbrella on the ground.

Now the painting seems to say that Zhao Wei didn't want to beat him at that time, but wanted to kiss him.

Zhao Xiangyan was completely confused, he told himself deceivingly, no, this doesn't explain anything, he stepped back a few steps and turned around, wanting to leave here, pretending that he had never been here before, then he saw the opposite wall near the corner , there is a painting that is slightly larger than the other sizes.

How ridiculous the previous suspicions and denials seemed, Zhao Xiangyan froze in place, unable to move.

This should be the last one. Because of the size, the date is obvious. It was the time when the relationship between him and Zhao Wei was the most tense a few months before the car accident.

He only looked away for a glance, and then turned back slowly and unbelievably under the pressure of complicated emotions. The heat spread along the line of sight to the whole body. He was ashamed and angry, and the embarrassing facts could not be hidden.

In the picture are two naked bodies that are close to each other. One of them turns his head and kisses the person behind him. Their lower bodies are connected, and their whole bodies are washed by the water flow. He can be sure that this is the whole room The only one without a reference, because Zhao Wei was fantasizing about having sex with him.

No wonder there is no light here, because this room is closed to Zhao Wei's desire to see him.

It seems that everything in the past became clear in an instant, the sudden estrangement, moving out alone, the reaction when being questioned, the secrets hidden in the room, I am afraid that the time abroad did not regard him as someone else, but regarded "others" as someone else. he.

Zhao Xiangyan's heart was crushed, and tears were streaming down his face, as if the most precious thing had been completely destroyed and could never be restored.He crouched down slowly with his head in his arms, as if his body and consciousness had fallen into an endless abyss, he helplessly asked the person who was not here at all, "How could you be like this...brother...why are you doing this..."

Zhao Wei couldn't hear anything. In fact, Ke Yan didn't stay in the room for a long time, and he saw every subtle movement. He had indeed committed a "crime", so he was frozen in place like a prisoner waiting for the result of the trial. .The time seemed to be stretched infinitely. Qin Hao had urged him many times outside, but he seemed to be unable to hear him at all.

Then he saw the slowly squatting figure standing up, as if wiping his face, and then rushed over to tear off the painting on the wall.But when he touched the painting, he hesitated.

Then Ke Yan ran out without looking back.

Zhao Wei was holding on to the door weakly, with his palms on his chest. He was now sure that Ke Yan was Zhao Xiangyan.

If you don't talk to each other, you won't come, if you don't talk to each other, you won't run away.

He saw that Ke Yan ran out the door and tripped over something on the ground, which was the bronze utensil used to smash the door before.Ke Yan looked at it for a few seconds, picked it up, hugged it in his arms and ran downstairs.

"Hey, he seems to have come out. What's that in his arms? He really came to steal something!"

Ke Yan ran in such a hurry that he didn't notice the people not far from the villa.Zhao Yan couldn't see the following picture.

"Huh? Why did this guy throw things away again? Is he a thief?"

Zhao Yan's heart ached like a fire.

"He's not a thief."

"Ok?"

He was pretending to be a thief in order to cover up that he had been here.

He had been starved for three days and insisted on coming here to squat to make Zhao Wei believe him, but now that he knew Zhao Wei's secret, he never wanted to recognize his brother again.