Altar of Infinity

Xie Ji sensed something was wrong from Jiang Jichu's reaction, but before he could repent, Jiang Jichu had already returned to nature.

Jiang Jichu: "Okay, but it will take a while."

Xie Ji: "Have you encountered any difficulties recently?"

Jiang Jichu paused for a while, opening and closing his lips and teeth, just when Xie Ji thought Jiang Jichu would give the answer, he only heard "nothing".

Xie Ji sat on the sofa in a very stretched posture, so relaxed that he didn't seem aggressive.

From his point of view, he needed to raise his head to meet Jiang Jichu's gaze, but Jiang Jichu avoided his gaze.

He suddenly realized that Jiang Jichu was like an animal that didn't care about things, and had its own rules for judging the good and evil of the outside world.

He put a cage by his side, and with a few simple words, he could coax Jiang Jichu into jumping in. Even if Jiang Jichu knew it was a cage, even if the cage door was open, he would obediently stay in it.

But Jiang Jichu would not jump into his arms.

This is the biggest difference between them and that memory.

Xie Ji stood up, walked around the coffee table and walked to Jiang Jichu.

He deliberately took half a step longer than the social distance, and broke into Jiang Jichu's safe range: "You seem to have lost weight."

Jiang Jichu probably didn't expect Xie Jishen to say something, and forgot to answer for a while.

Xie Ji's apartment is not a cold model room, although the main tone of the decoration is cool, and some small decorations dotted it, it still adds a lot of human flavor to it.

Just like Xie Ji himself, under the gentle and generous appearance, he is extremely calm, able to stand upright in the cannibalistic business world, but looking deeper, he has extraordinary patience with individual partners.

Xie Ji's voice was calm: "I'm falsely older than you. If something happens and it's inconvenient to tell your parents or friends, maybe I can give you some advice."

It is inconvenient to tell parents or friends.

friend.

Aren't they friends?

So what is their relationship?

Jiang Jichu looked at Xie Ji, the apartment was filled with the aura of the master Xie Ji, and the closer the distance was, the more intense the aura became.

He thought that Xie Ji must be the last cake made, so that he smelled his favorite strawberry smell.

Jiang Jichu's nose twitched, no, it's not strawberry, it's heavier than strawberry, and more masculine, because he likes this kind of smell, so he preconceived that it was strawberry.

The light came directly from the chandelier on the ceiling, and the shadow caused by Xie Ji's blocking of the light could completely cover him. Unlike in the kitchen, he felt that there was something more in Xie Ji's eyes, but he couldn't tell how much. what is it.

Xie Ji took another step forward, and there was only half an arm's width between them, and his breathing could be heard clearly: "Tell me, let me help you? Or are you feeling unwell?"

If Jiang Jichu was a few years older, or knew Xie Ji better, he would find that Xie Ji's seemingly gentle words at this time were all to cover up his less obvious aggressiveness.

But he didn't understand yet, he only vaguely realized that a huge net covered him, and he couldn't move even though his body wasn't restrained by anything.

"I..." Jiang Jichu tried hard to regain his senses, and bit the tip of his tongue, "I'm not uncomfortable."

Xie Ji lowered his head and asked, "I'm not feeling well, so why is my heart beating so fast?"

Like a firework exploding beside his ear, Jiang Jichu raised his head abruptly, exposing his entire neck in front of Xie Ji's eyes without reservation.

Xie Ji glanced at the neck that could be broken easily, he adjusted his posture again, and looked at Jiang Jichu with a smile: "I'm kidding. But no matter what, you can trust me, tell me, and I will help you."

Xie Ji might be teasing him, but he really heard his unusual heartbeat, beating like a drum between the two of them.

Jiang Jichu: "I'll go back to my room and sleep first."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Xie Ji didn't chase after him, he folded his arms, and watched Jiang Ji sneak into the guest bedroom as if fleeing, and he didn't forget to remind: "I put the change of clothes in the bathroom for you!"

I also discovered one of Jiang Jichu's characteristics, that he doesn't flirt.

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Jiang Jichu slipped into the guest bedroom and sat on the bed without looking.

After sitting down, he bounced up quickly, and looked vigilantly at the neatly made bed—fortunately, Wu Ying was gone, and the bed didn't collapse like it did at his house.

He sat back in relief, and Xie Ji's words began to echo in his ears.

A few minutes later, Jiang Jichu regretted belatedly.

What is he running for?

Xie Ji didn't act excessively, he was just asking him what difficulties he encountered, or if he was not feeling well, his running behavior was really ugly.

Jiang Jichu looked at the time and decided to take a bath first.

He shook his head secretly in the comfortable hot water.

Xie Ji didn't just ask, he was clearly flirting with him!

But Xie Ji, as the president of the Xie Corporation, has been ups and downs for so many years, what kind of men and women have never seen, how could he be interested in him, a student who just graduated.

He closed his eyes against the current.

memory……

Xie Ji is so smart, he must have discovered that there was a relationship between the two that was erased.

After that day, he stared at the rainy night picture he had drawn for a long time, trying to recall whether he and Xie Ji had met.

No, he couldn't remember anything related to Xie Ji.

Then he went to check his travel records in the past few years. He is a painter. He has traveled to many places because of sketching, and he has been to the seaside many times. However, due to his occupation, he has almost no memory of the scenery, and he will take pictures every time. .

Even if memory deceives him, there will still be photos or paintings left behind.

But he also couldn't find substantive evidence.

There is no trace or space for Xie Ji to intervene//in his life.

Probably because their business is very particular about illusory inspiration, the more he can't find it, the more he wants to find it, but the more he wants to find it, the more he can't find it.

It was as if he had been thrown into a transparent glass jar, desperately trying to reach the contents outside the jar, but he was still unable to break through the barrier, and the oxygen in the jar gradually became thinner.

Then he began to wonder if there was such a thing as reincarnation.

Maybe they really haven't seen each other in this life, but there was a deep fate in the previous life, so deep that they crossed the Yellow Springs and crossed the Naihe Bridge and couldn't forget it.

But he quickly denied this idea. Although there were only two scenes in the dream, and they were all related to that aspect, the buildings, decorations, and furnishings in the dream were all in a modern style, not more than ten years old.

In the dream, he and Xie Ji were at least adults. In reality, he was 21 years old. Even if he died at that age in the dream, the style of the elements would be wrong.

So things are back to square one.

After fighting against himself for a while, Jiang Jichu discovered a more serious problem.

He couldn't draw anymore.

As a cutting-edge painter who has risen to fame and is widely favored in the industry, he can't even draw a single line.

He is not the kind of person who is too humble. He has a good idea of ​​his level and talent, and he also has the pride to match it.

He couldn't tolerate being unable to draw anything, and at the same time, because of his pride and intolerance to himself, he couldn't tell others about his changes, so when Xie Ji asked him, his first reaction was to avoid.

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Jiang Jichu turned off the shower, and the bathroom mirror was foggy. He reached out and wiped out a piece of the mirror that was not very clear.

The pervasive heat surrounded him, as if he was in the fiery breath of Xie Ji just now.

Xie Ji is different from everyone else.

Staying by Xie Ji's side, he felt inexplicably at ease, even though the illusory memories kept haunting him, he felt an unprecedented reality from it.

"No matter what, you can trust me, tell me, and I will help you."

Maybe Xie Ji can really help him.

And as another protagonist of that memory, he can only find out the crux of the matter if he communicates with Xie Ji.

Furthermore……

Xie Ji teased him, so couldn't he tease him back!

He is a big man, and he has no less meat than Xie Ji!

Jiang Jichu made up his mind. After drying his hair, he opened the bedroom door, walked all the way to Xie Ji's bedroom door, and knocked on the door a few times.

"Come in."

The door was unlocked, so Jiang Jichu pressed the handle and walked in.

There was also a desk in Xie Ji's bedroom, with a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. When he saw him enter the door, he took out a bookmark and put it in the book, and pushed a chair towards him.

Unlike the easy-going past and the sense of oppression just now, Xie Ji adjusted his glasses, revealing the dignity raised in a good atmosphere: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Jichu was almost dazzled.

Xie Ji smiled slightly: "Did the bed collapse?"

……

What happened that night was really impressive.

Jiang Jichu's habit of expression, which had hardly changed in the past twenty years, saved him. He controlled his facial muscles, and imitated Xie Ji's appearance and smiled very unobtrusively: "No, I just realized that I forgot to say good night to you."

Xie Ji usually lives alone, and at most there are only Xie Quan's clothes at home, which are all worn. What he prepares for Jiang Jichu are the new clothes he put in his closet.

But there was a few centimeters of height difference between the two of them, and Jiang Jichu's figure was slender, and the elastic band pants were okay, but the shirt seemed a bit too big.

He walked over, with his height, he could just see the delicate collarbone under the collar.

He only glanced at it, then stopped very politely, reached out to help Jiang Jichu turn up the collar of his shirt, and straightened his neckline.

Jiang Jichu didn't expect Xie Ji to do such a trick, and before he could think about it, something seemed to pop up in his mind.

He should have seen Xie Ji like this.

He was about to catch the flash of inspiration when he was caught off guard and embraced in a warm embrace.

"Good night."

The embrace was fleeting, and before he had time to hold her back, he left him first.

The long-lost peace of mind and truth came to my heart again.

Jiang Jichu: "Mr. Xie, I..."

He had just said three words, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a painting hanging by the bed in the bedroom.

The mountains and rivers are far away and cold, like someone who is abandoned outside the world and looks down on the world with cold eyes.

The inspiration that had just been interrupted came with a more violent force. Jiang Jichu seemed to be hit head-on by a high-speed train, and the pain made him almost kneel on the ground.

He squatted down and quickly supported his head with his hands.

This action covered up the phosphorescence in his eyes, and even Xie Ji didn't notice it.

"Jichu!"

But the pain didn't stop, he couldn't help screaming, all perceptions were like Xie Ji's hug was drifting away from him, he finally heard Xie Ji's anxious cry, and then lost consciousness.