Chapter 2201 You are my only color 1
Wen Jin really didn't expect the situation to change so quickly.
After Jinchen took the initiative, he seemed to feel guilty no matter how he asked for accountability.
Seeing Jinchen turning around and trying to leave, Wen Jin became even more flustered. He didn't know how to express his feelings in words, so he held Jinchen tightly and said, "I'm sorry, Xiaochen, I..."
Fortunately, Jinchen didn't let him say the rest of his apology.
Jinchen suddenly grabbed his wrist and pressed it against the wall, raised his hand and touched his earlobe, and his tone finally softened.
"Your childhood experience center is quite unique."
Wen Jin curled the corners of his lips, "Now you know how useless it is to see a psychologist?"
"It's useful, how can it not be useful?" Jin Chen retorted, "If it wasn't useful, you wouldn't stop halfway, right? Why don't you let me finish it, huh?"
Wen Jin was silent for a moment, then suddenly hugged the person in his arms.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."
"If you can bear it, I can bear it too." Jinchen touched the shirt on his back that was soaked with cold sweat, and gently soothed the indentation of his spine with his fingertips.
"You should know that I don't like to have contact with psychologists." Wen Jin said again.
Jinchen said confidently, "Then do you like me?"
"Xiaochen, I don't think this needs to be questioned." Wen Jin was a little helpless. He always felt that the development of things was beyond his control.
"Then don't need a psychiatrist, I will treat you."
Jin Chen lowered his eyes to look at him, "Okay?"
Yu Lan looked at her watch and quietly left the basement. Before leaving, she did not forget to turn up the lights in the corridor a little brighter.
Wen Jin looked at Jin Chen in his arms and suddenly felt that the darkness that had troubled him all these years didn't seem so scary anymore.
"Okay." He was unwilling to refuse.
[The villain's darkening value is detected -5, totaling 25! 】
Jinchen put his arm around Wen Jin’s shoulders and walked a few steps inside, only to find the candles on the table.
"You also prepared this?" Jinchen's tone was a little strange.
Wen Jin followed his gaze and when he realized what this peculiarly shaped candle was used for, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.
"No, this is not what I prepared."
What on earth is Yu Lan doing?
Jinchen has already lit the candle with a rose lighter that has an even more peculiar shape.
Then, he simultaneously complained in his mind, wondering what Yu Lan had prepared.
You're taking money from both sides. You're not fooling Wen Jin, you're just fooling him, right?
The gilded red wax melted and dripped, flowing on Jinchen's palms and wrist bones. The interweaving of cold white and blood red was beautiful and eye-catching.
Wen Jin's breathing paused slightly. He reached out and touched the wax, making sure it was not too hot.
Then, he couldn't help but take the candle and slowly pour out more.
As the candlelight flickered, Wen Jin's more violent idea, which had been in his mind for a long time, was finally implemented. He could use wax instead of blood without hurting Jin Chen.
Very good, very satisfied.
The last bit of dissatisfaction in Wen Jin's heart disappeared.
By the time the candle was completely burned out, the wax on Jinchen's hands had already dried up.
He leaned against the wall, scratched the edges with his fingertips to peel them off, and finally patted the crumbs on his hands and looked up at Wen Jin.
"Wen Jin, turn around." Jin Chen said.
Wen Jin’s eyes finally left Jin Chen’s hand and he turned around to look back.
The iron gate opened, and warm candlelight and corridor lights gradually lit up around.
Behind the door, all the darkness and horror scenes were gone, replaced by light, the warm tones projected through Jinchen into Wen Jin's eyes.
Jinchen's fingers gently covered Wen Jin's eyelids, and the warm touch of his palm gave him a reassuring feeling.
Wen Jin paused and did not struggle.
He took Wen Jin's hand and walked into the corridor. Every step he took was on the newly laid carpet, which was soft and thick, as if he was stepping on clouds.
On the walls, the paintings that had been covered in dust for a long time regained their brilliance.
That was a painting by Wen Jin when he was young. At that time, he didn't have such a horrible painting style.
Jinchen took the paintings out of the warehouse and sorted them out carefully.
Colorful paintings are hung on the originally mottled walls, each of which records Wen Jin’s dreams and hopes when he was young, and every stroke is full of vitality and hope.
Jinchen stopped and let go of his hand, allowing Wen Jin's vision to adjust to the light again.
Wen Jin's eyes lingered on those paintings. Suddenly, he reached out and touched one of them. His fingertips trembled slightly, as if he touched the long-lost warmth.
Wen Jin turned his head and looked at Jin Chen, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.
He opened his mouth, but found himself choking and unable to speak for a moment.
Jinchen took his hand and led him to the easel prepared nearby.
"Let's finish this painting together, okay?" Jinchen handed the paintbrush to Wen Jin.
Wen Jin held the paintbrush and felt the warmth of the brush shaft with his fingertips.
He took a deep breath and began to paint on the canvas. Jinchen stood beside him, accompanying him quietly, allowing Wen Jin to find inner peace in his creation.
On the canvas, colors gradually interweave, it's sunflowers.
It was a half-finished work that Wen Jin did not have time to finish when he was young. After many years, it was finally completed.
After the last stroke was made, Wen Jin put down his paintbrush, his eyes lingered on the painting for a moment, and then turned to Jinchen.
It seems that at this moment, all the haze has been dispelled, leaving only the purest warmth in the heart.
Jin Chen looked at him, took a step forward, gently hugged Wen Jin, and whispered: "I gave this painting a name."
He turned over the drawing board, and a line of small words appeared at the back: Wen Jin's sunflower will never wither.
Wen Jin closed his eyes and buried his face in his neck, feeling Jin Chen's body temperature and heartbeat, and whispered, "Thank you."
Their breaths intertwined, and the candlelight flickered in the corridor, illuminating their embraced figures.
Wen Jin raised his head, his eyes met Jinchen's, he gently held Jinchen's face and kissed his lips.
The kiss was gentle and long, as if pouring all the emotion and love into it.
In the corridor, a warm yellow light shines on the paintings on the wall.
Those dreams and hopes that had been abandoned were revived at this moment.
[The villain's darkening value is detected -15, totaling 10! 】
[The villain's heart rate is detected +9, totaling 100! 】
