This is not the first time Blake Jing has come to the Tsushima family's house. Last time, he only saw a corner of the green courtyard, and before he could fully appreciate it, he was regarded as a kidnapper and was confused. This time, he drove in openly as a guest. The contrast between before and after made a dumbfounded smile appear on Blake Jing's face.
However, Blake Jing smacked for a moment and came to his senses, thinking angrily and amusedly that he had been deceived by Tu Zaizi and his wish was fulfilled.
But what can be done?
If Blake Jing wanted to, he could leave his unfortunate job and travel freely and leisurely, and there would be ten thousand ways to prevent Max from ever seeing him again.
But he came anyway.
Perhaps it was Max's dependent look sleeping soundly on his shoulder, or perhaps it was the child in the deserted and dusty corridor who had already seen through people's hearts but was at a loss as he looked at him with paranoia as if grasping the last straw. The eyes are like unbearable threads wrapped around reason.
He couldn't just leave.
Blake Jing thought and sighed deeply, showing love silently.
He lowered his eyes and pretended to take a nap. Avoiding the driver's vaguely curious inquiry, he mentally recalled Dean's whisper in his ear when he passed by him: observe all suspicious movements in the Tsushima family and report them from time to time.
It's like a judge who has collected all the evidence and is ready to pronounce a sentence.
He gently stroked the back of the child sleeping in his arms, and the child's warm body temperature spread along the clothes, bringing a slight comfort.
The vehicle slowly stopped at the door of the Western-style villa, the engine stopped, and the driver turned to look at him to signal that he could get out of the car.
"Wake up, we're here." Blake Jing escaped from his thoughts and coaxed Max softly.
The young man knelt in his arms and hadn't moved since he got into the car. If it weren't for the steady rise and fall of his chest, Blake Jing might not have thought he was holding a stuffed animal.
The young man snorted softly, like a child who was disturbed from his sleep and acted coquettishly. Until then, he looked like a cub and became more popular.
Blake Jing laughed and gathered the windbreaker around the child to ensure that the wind would not blow him, then he slowed down and got out of the car.
He is very tolerant of cubs. Max's small mouth when he is awake is really annoying, but when he is asleep, he is incredibly soft, and Blake Jing's tone is not as playful as when he is awake. Made indifferently.
If Max was awake at this moment and saw that Blake Jing's face wasn't pretending to be gentle, he would probably even scream in disbelief.
Unfortunately, he didn't see it.
Tsushima, who got off another car, saw Max in Blake Jing's arms, frowned, and cursed at a volume that everyone could hear: "That's outrageous."
The smile on Blake Jing's face faded, and his original relaxed mood suddenly disappeared. He noticed that Max's hand holding his neck seemed to be tighter.
He heard it.
Tsushima didn't notice. He frowned and continued: "I don't know how much trouble I have caused to others. I hide behind others like a girl. It's so shameless. To shame us..." he said At this point, after looking at the outsiders, he still stopped talking and did not let out any more cruel words. He just raised his voice and reprimanded: "Why don't you come down!" Father lectured you, shouldn’t you look into my eyes? Do you want me to invite you? Have you even forgotten etiquette in just two days? "
Max listened with weak breathing, and when he heard Tsushima's suddenly explosive voice, his body stiffened subconsciously, but he soon relaxed again, and he nonchalantly said in Blake Jing's ear with a young and dumb voice: "Put it down." I'm coming down." His tone was calm, as if he hadn't heard his father's scolding, and he was making a simple and ordinary request.
His attitude was not as crazy as before, and he was as well-behaved as an ordinary child.
But Blake Jing didn't feel happy. He held the child's hand and patted it twice comfortingly.
Blake Jing raised his head and looked at Tsushima with a smile: "He is tired. He finally rescued him from the kidnappers, so let him sleep well. It's not too late to wait until tomorrow to talk about anything."
Max didn't seem to expect that Blake Jing was protecting him at this time. He was stunned for a moment and didn't even think of struggling.
Tsushima looked at the young man who had the audacity to go against him with a dark expression. He originally thought that he was just a vase who used his beautiful skin to deceive the kidnappers, but with the endorsement of Tanada, this vase actually dared to look at him without fear. He didn't give in even a little bit, and he simply didn't take him seriously as a congressman.
His dissatisfaction with his youngest son was completely transferred to Blake Jing. He sneered and said to Blake Jing uncertainly, "Whatever you want."
He turned and walked towards the door of the villa. His cane poked on the flat brick floor and made clusters of sounds. He took two steps and said as if he remembered something: "By the way, my family doesn't like outsiders walking around. Don't come out if you have nothing to do. Let's have dinner." Sent to your room, no... Tsushima laughed twice: "Today's meal has already passed, please don't mind. "
What childish revenge, not giving food to eat. Blake Jing thought a little speechlessly.
At this time, the door of the villa opened, and a graceful woman walked out slowly, with a delicate and beautiful face wiped with makeup and a dull expression, and she quickly approached.
Thinking that this was the hostess, Max's mother, Blake Jing was already ready to return the child, but he saw the woman quickly walked to Tsushima, took off the man's clothes, and helped him into the villa, clearly The sound of footsteps came from it until it disappeared, and the woman didn't even look at Max.
Blake Jing pursed his lips and held Max's hand a little tighter. Just then, a man who looked like a butler came over, bowed to Blake Jing, and raised his hand in a sign of invitation.
"Your room is here, and the young master's room is here." The housekeeper led the people to a shady corner of the villa and pointed to the two opposite rooms.
After saying that, before Blake Jing could ask anything, he backed away coldly and disappeared into the corridor in the blink of an eye.
In such a large villa, except for the small breathing between the two people, there was no other sound. Looking along the end of the corridor, it felt small and eerie. The cold air that came from nowhere poured into the limbs along the walls and ground, going straight to the seams of the bones. It was so cold that people shivered.
Blake Jing was also afraid that the child would be sad, so he quickly opened Max's door and looked in. The bed, table, and wardrobe were all there, but Blake Jing felt a strange feeling.
It wasn't until he put Max on the bed, and the child quickly wrapped himself in the quilt and got in, that he realized where the strange feeling came from.
This place is too normal. Normal people can't see the madness and paranoia in Max's bones, and can't see the traces of his past existence.
Normal like a hotel room.
Max was obviously a young son who should be favored, but he was treated no differently than he, an outsider and a guest.
"You actually use deprivation of food as punishment... Say it or not, your father is not as capable as you." Blake Jing sat on the edge of the bed and said to the bulge on the bed in a pretending to be relaxed tone.
...Are you still in the mood to joke? You still have a mission from the farm, so it won't do you any good to make him angry like this. "Max was suffocating in the quilt, and his voice was soft and unclear through a layer of quilt. After he finished speaking, he probably felt that it was not satisfying, and he was probably afraid that he would make Blake Jing angry, so he laughed twice in a low voice: "But it's really not. I have the means. If it were me, I would stun you before you get off the car, and then imprison you in a dark iron cage, waiting for you to beg for mercy and then tell me everything. "
The understatement is tinged with cruelty.
Blake Jing patted the bulge gently, and did not ask how Max knew what Dean said to him. He laughed and scolded: "Where did you get all these dangerous ideas." He said, lowering his eyes, and what Max described The dark prison without the sun made him lose consciousness, and a scene from his memory flashed through his mind unconsciously.
With a sense of desperation and a hint of sadness, even those golden eyes were a little dim: "However, even in a dark prison, there will always be someone with eyes brighter than the sun."
Max curled up in the quilt, his forehead was covered with cold sweat due to the cramps in his stomach. He forced himself to maintain his energy and pretended to be okay and talked to Blake Jing. When he heard Blake Jing's words, his groggy consciousness suddenly woke up a little, and was stained with sweat. Under the wet eyelashes, the eyes that used to be as deep as the abyss of the sea made a circle of ripples, seducing the mind.
He didn't miss Blake Jing's words as if recalling the past, and he also heard the sadness in his words.
If normally, he finally pulls out a little bit of memories from this man who has "I have secrets" and a dazzling past written all over his body, I'm afraid he will find a way to get more out of it in a roundabout way.
But today he had no intention of doing so.
Maybe it was the cramp in his stomach that was so painful that it messed up his sanity in his head, otherwise why would he feel so unhappy.
It's as if one's treasure has been touched by others.
He clearly understood that he could not participate in Blake Jing's past in any way, and the gentle whisper and sly smile in his ears had also been revealed to others.
He was suddenly a little angry, but he understood that he had no reason to be angry.
Unable to find an outlet, I could only let the dissatisfaction in my heart grow bigger and bigger, and a sour feeling welled up in my throat.
Max curled up like a homeless kitten soaked in the rain, pushing everyone thousands of miles away, hiding his pitiful and fragile nature with indifference: "Can you please stay here?" I'm here, I'm busy sleeping."
But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Max noticed the weakness and hoarseness in his voice, and his body was moaning in pain that went against his mind. This made him frown, swallowing the harsh words he wanted to say next, and stopped saying anything, thinking in his heart. Why is Blake Jing so clingy today and still not leaving?
The dumb meaning almost broke his voice, and Blake Jing realized belatedly that Max was too good. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. He raised his hand to lift up Max's quilt. He was prepared to be resisted, but unexpectedly he actually lifted it up, revealing his pale face underneath.
Those empty eyes were half-closed, and they subconsciously squinted when encountering the light. After realizing it, they turned to stare at Blake Jing, pitifully fragile.
Blake Jing's relaxed expression suddenly became tense. He raised his hand to cover Max's forehead. The fine sweat was cold and frightening.
He hurriedly stroked Max's arm down, and the gentle and itchy touch made Max come back to his senses. Without thinking, he actually uttered two teasing sentences: "What, you finally fell in love with my beauty and are ready to attack me?"
Before Blake Jing could frown and say anything, the boy gave up all resistance, tilted his head and smiled softly: "Then you have to be gentle to me, after all, I am still so young."
Blake Jing held Max's cold hand and rubbed his chest and abdomen gently and gently to relieve the colic. He also cursed softly and softly: "You know you're a child, so you're doing this to yourself." Body? Huh? How are you going to get through it if I'm not here?" Pretend you didn't hear these two age-inappropriate words and wait until later.
He paused for two seconds, decided not to speculate on his own, and asked in a good-natured way: "Stomach pain? Or are you suffering from other illnesses?"
Blake Jing hugged the child half-armed, and spoke softly in his ears, bringing an irresistible temptation. Max's ears twitched slightly, as if he was not used to someone speaking to him like this. He blushed, and actually looked a little red. .
Maybe he was really bewitched by Blake Jing. In the confusion of pain, the pleasant woody aroma of the young man continued to penetrate into the nasal cavity, making him feel drowsy, and the pain also weakened a lot.
Max waited for a long time, and when Blake Jing was about to lead someone to jump out of the window to the hospital, he spoke stiffly and awkwardly: "I'm hungry."
Maybe if he said it, the rest would be easy. Max turned his face away from Blake Jing, but said with an aggrieved tone: "They didn't give me food for two days."
Blake Jing laughed. Looking at Max's childish face, he couldn't help but raise his hand and pinch his cheek. It was not as soft and soft as a child of this age should be, which made him feel dissatisfied with this family again. His face didn't show any trace of his skin, and he said seriously: "Indeed, they are all skinny and have no flesh left. All the weight I gained after hard work has been lost."
Max was speechless for a while and couldn't help but accuse: "How fat can I gain from just one bite of your hamburger?"
Blake Jing shrugged without sincerity: "I was wrong."
He suggested: "Can I take you to dinner?"
Max's little bit of popularity dissipated all of a sudden. He pinched Blake Jing's sleeve, with resistance written all over his body: "Then I might as well die."
Blake Jing paused and nodded to express his understanding.
Knowing the reason why Max was so weak, Blake Jing didn't waste any more time. He tucked Max into the bed and tucked him in carefully before standing up and walking towards the door.
The warmth surrounding him suddenly dissipated, and the gloomy tarsal bones that had been entrenched in his home for many years, along with the pain in his stomach, became more and more obvious.
Max opened his mouth, but in the end nothing came out. He probably had the idea of giving up on himself and breaking the pot, and he thought cruelly: Let's go, the farther we go, the better!
He closed his eyes and pretended not to look at Blake Jing, and the sound of the door handle being pressed and the door being opened and closed was heard in his ears.
He was a little flustered for no reason.
What if Blake Jing never comes back?
Leaving him without saying goodbye as before and abandoning him in this cold coffin again?
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