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Yan Jun's expression was indifferent, and he didn't seem too shy about letting Zhou Jin see those injuries.

He grabbed Zhou Jin's arm, pulled him up from the water, and took back his shirt.

After being soaked in the sea, the clothes were too wet to wear, so Yan Jun wrung them out a little and carried them in his hand.

"Come on," he said to Zhou Jin, "The sun is too strong, and you will get sunburned if you stay in the sea in this weather."

Zhou Jin obediently went ashore—he was rarely as obedient as he is now.

He knew that he had a lot to ask Yan Jun, but at the same time he also knew that no matter what he asked, Yan Jun would not answer.

Following behind Yan Jun, Zhou Jin found that, in addition to those shocking scars, he also had a tattoo of a dagger pattern on his back shoulder blade.

The dagger is very delicately drawn, the lines are so intricate and delicate that Zhou Jin's scalp tingles as he imagines the feeling of carving it into his flesh a little bit.

There was a row of small characters on the blade, Zhou Jin couldn't see it clearly because it was far away.

This pattern obviously has a meaning, and it is different from the gangsters tattooing any jackals, tigers, and leopards on their bodies to demonstrate their style.

Zhou Jin guessed that Yan Jun probably had some unforgettable experience in the past. This tattoo and those injuries are all "souvenirs" left by him.

Possessiveness made him feel uncomfortable about this guess, as if two people were supposed to walk together, but at a certain moment, he suddenly discovered that one of them didn't have to go.

Their uniqueness to each other—or rather, the uniqueness that Zhou Jin acquiesced to in his mind—became suspicious because of the existence of this fact.

When we met for the first time, Yan Jun said with a bland smile that he was his weapon. At that time, Zhou Jin didn't take this to heart.

Thinking about it now, I began to feel that maybe Yan Jun had done such a thing countless times before he met himself. This "task", and even everything unique during this period, was just Zhou Jin's fantasy.

They are sitting on the beach.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun covered the gray-black clouds, the wind died down, and the waves slapped the shore one by one, like a dying patient, uttering a heavy and heart-wrenching hum, which made people irritated.

"I heard you didn't have a good rest last night?" Yan Jun asked.

He moved away from the topic easily and naturally, as if what happened just now had never happened at all.

Such carelessness made Zhou Jin feel aggrieved and jealous: If he could completely control his heart, he also hoped that he would not take this matter seriously like Yan Jun.

Don't waste emotion, don't get stuck in it, pick it up and put it down freely and freely.

I really want to know how Yan Jun did it.

Such thoughts lingered in Zhou Jin's mind, and his tone was unconsciously tinged with sharp hostility.

"You work for others, don't worry about it."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Jin found that in his heart, he still had a little hope that Yan Jun would hear his awkwardness and react somewhat.

It's a pity that Yan Jun remained unresponsive as always.

"Starting today, you must ensure that you sleep. You are not allowed to go to the basement from eleven o'clock in the evening to seven o'clock in the morning the next day. I will let Xiao Luo watch over you."

"I don't need guards."

Zhou Jin gritted his teeth.

Yan Jun stood up and stared at him condescendingly for a while.

Maybe it's because he knows too well where his child's temper comes from, so he deliberately doesn't point it out, but even Yan Jun himself doesn't quite understand why he cares more about this boy's emotions than expected.

He should have acted calmly and impeccably, but when he didn't talk about those things before, knowing what Zhou Jin wanted to ask and intentionally talking about him, he felt like a stick in his throat.

"gone."

Yan Jun picked up his clothes and walked back the way he came, shirtless.

Zhou Jin followed behind him as usual.

There was a replacement clean T-shirt in the trunk of the car, and Yan Jun changed it for himself, and gave Zhou Jin another one, telling him not to sit in the car with wet clothes and blow the air-conditioning.

In any case, those scars and that obtrusive tattoo are no longer dangling in front of Zhou Jin.

He felt much calmer.

In the evening, Yan Jun kept his word and locked the basement with more than half an hour before eleven o'clock.

Zhou Jin had nothing to do, sitting at the small bar on the first floor and counting the wines stored in the wine cabinet in Yan County. The owners of these "properties" are now drinking by themselves next to him, with their fingers on the rim of the glass, which is half full of black gold. , while flipping through Daben's information.

Yan Jun occasionally used a pen to do calculations on the manuscript paper. The handwriting was neat, sharp and beautiful, but Zhou Jin couldn't understand it at all.

Tender beef was eaten for dinner, and the scent of thyme, like concentrated lemon juice, still seemed to linger in the room.

"When you're bored, go to my bookshelf to find books to read."

Yan Jun sent him away.

Zhou Jin was not in the mood to read at this time, but he obeyed with an inexplicable feeling of rebellion.

Yan Jun would specially choose some Chinese translations for him, but most of his bookcases are original languages: English and French are mostly, and German is a little less. "

Whenever Zhou Jin thinks of this detail, he finds it funny: In fact, he grew up in Mephisto, and wandered around various social occasions to discuss life, and he was influenced by his ears and eyes every day. His language skills may not be worse than those of Yan Jun.

He lingered in front of the bookcase, and picked out the "Great Mona" out of nowhere.

——Although Yan Jun told the story in the afternoon, he was not interested in it after listening to it.

I took it and flipped through a few pages, which really made Zhou Jin feel boring.

But somehow the time passed.

Yan Jun arranged the materials in order, placed them neatly on the corner of the table, picked up his wine glass and prepared to leave.

To Zhou Jin's surprise, he said to him in a rare friendly tone: "I'm just offering you some plans. At the gambling table, you can still trust your own choices."

There was a gentle smile on his face, and when he smiled like this, his face was so lovable.

"Ah Jin, don't worry about making mistakes," he said, "Even if you mess up, I'm still there."

Zhou Jin tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

At two o'clock, he heard noises outside, so he came out to check.

The night light in the side hall was on, emitting light like a gossamer.

Yan Jun leaned on the sofa, sleeping pills and wine were placed on the table in front of him, and the night light cast his shadow vaguely on the ground.

He was wearing dark blue silk pajamas, kneading the space between his brows with his hands, looking thin under the lamp.

Zhou Jin didn't make a sound, and watched him take three sleeping pills and a full cup of black gold in the dark corridor, before lying down on the sofa.

The light shining directly from the top of his head made Yan Jun's eyes swell and hurt, and his head became more dizzy.

He raised his arm over his eyes to block the light, but didn't want to turn off the light.

The veil that covered those past memories was torn off by Zhou Jin along with the clothes.

Yan Jun didn't want to look back at those pictures, but let himself indulge in the pain they caused. The pain of being tortured and the pleasure of being tortured were torn apart, making Yan Jun so exhausted that nothing but completely paralyzed himself With his nerves, he couldn't think of a second way.

The strength of medicine mixed with the strength of alcohol climbed onto his chest and mind, Yan Jun felt as if he was lying on a small boat drifting in the wind and waves, the whole world was shaking violently in front of his eyes, even if he closed his eyes, it would not help.

Even the darkness is swaying.

He gritted his teeth, his back was covered with cold sweat, and his ears were filled with humming.

But it seemed that he was as peaceful and peaceful as if he was asleep.

Zhou Jin stood there for a long time, until the coolness of the night penetrated into the bones, and he moved back.

Yan Jun is probably already fast asleep, he thought.

When he came out of his room with a blanket and covered Yan Jun, his heart was full of entanglement and awkwardness.

He has never done anything to take care of others, and he feels that expressing warmth to others is a very hypocritical thing.

But for Yan County, Zhou Jin felt that he must do this.

At three o'clock in the morning, he changed into his out clothes and tiptoedly took Yan Jun's car keys.

Cuscuta business is very good, especially late at night.

Gamblers who have been fighting hard for a day often come to the bar to celebrate their big wins at this time, or take out the last few coins in their wallets and drink away their sorrows.

The narrow space is so packed with people that it is almost breathless to walk in.

Shea worked alone behind the bar, entertaining so many guests without seeming cramped.

Seeing Zhou Jin, Xi Ya was surprised, and then saw his expression, as if he had just arrived, and motioned him to wait behind.

Due to Shea's unique hobby, this bar has a "back kitchen" that is the same size as the front hall. In fact, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a bar for private enjoyment. There are all kinds of things outside. Zhou Jin usually stays in this place Learn bartending.

Xi Ya came in after a while, and asked Zhou Jin if Yan Jun knew that Zhou Jin was going out so late.

He replied that he drove here by himself.

"It's okay to take you a few minutes, right?" Zhou Jin asked.

This way of asking is a bit unreasonable. It probably means that whether it matters or not, it will take up a few minutes of her time.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Shea took out a few bottles of wine from the cabinet, and quickly mixed them.

Zhou Jin looked at it silently, until she pushed the wine glass in front of her, and then asked, "You actually know what he does, right?" only."

Zhou Jin could see that she was putting on a show.

"Stop acting, he is so cautious, how could he ask an outsider to help him.

You got me my false identity—the first time I came here with him, there was a note in the sky-high drink money you charged about this. "

"You can," Shea said pleasantly, "As expected of someone brought out by Yan County."

Zhou Jin didn't speak, but stared into her eyes.

"Ask," Shea made a hand gesture, "You will be rewarded for getting the right answer."

"His injuries are left over from performing previous missions?" "Forget it...not counting," Shea provoked him meaningfully, "Your level of asking questions is much lower than that of guessing answers."

"The tattoo on his back—is it related to the injury? The lover who was killed by the mission? The white moonlight who can't be together?" Shea sneered: "Stop reading pulp novels, brat! "Zhou Jin's eyes were cold, and he waited persistently for the answer he wanted.

Shea looked into his eyes, as if she had finally confirmed something, and then sighed: "Yan Jun's previous experience was much crueler than you imagined."