Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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Why did you do that?

Sitting in the ward, Song Xuanhe was still thinking about the question Xiao Yuanmu asked a week ago.

When the truck lights shined on his eyes, his mind was blank for a moment, and then he remembered the section when Xiao Yuanmu was in the car accident. The author described that section in great detail, from time to place, and then In the tragic situation of the car accident, every word formed a frame of pictures, projected in Song Xuanhe's mind.

In those few seconds, he suddenly thought of Xiao Yuanmu before he was pushed to buy porridge. It was the last time he and Xiao Yuanmu he knew well, he had never thought about it before. It suddenly appeared in his mind at this moment: If there is a second chance, will he still follow the plot as always?

He didn't think of the answer, but unconsciously, his hand holding the steering wheel changed direction.

They all avoided death, which is already the best answer.

"Brother Song, your apples have no meat but nuclear pulls!"

The crisp voice interrupted Song Xuanhe's thoughts. He glanced at the pitted apple in his hand, put the fruit knife down with a guilty conscience, and said with a serious face to the little girl next to him: "This is for practice, no My true level."

The little girl blinked and asked him, "Why do you still need to practice your hands when peeling apples? What is the real level of your brother? Can you cut like Brother Yuan Mu?"

The old man on the hospital bed interrupted the little girl and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that you have a gift to give to Brother Song? We will be discharged later, and you will give it to brother now."

The little girl suddenly squeezed. She slowly got up from the lying bed, and then moved a little bit to the sofa next to a small schoolbag, took out a picture from the schoolbag, and handed it to it in embarrassment and shame. Song Xuanhe.

Song Xuanhe finished eating the apple in three or two bites, wiped his hand and took over the little girl's painting. He saw a group of stickmen dancing with demons on it. After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to start from the perspective of childishness, and said: "These people... are playing games? "

The little girl blinked, blushing and shook her head.

Song Xuanhe carefully observed again, but he couldn't see any key information from these stickmen at all. Thinking that the little girl had just entered the first grade and now she still wears a red scarf around her neck, he said again: "These stickmen, no , These people are raising the flag? The first two are the flag-raisers?"

"No." The little girl puffed up her face, pointed at the two flag-raisers at the front, and said: "This is Brother Song, this is Brother Yuanmu, this is your marriage! Others are celebrating you. "

The smile on Song Xuanhe's face froze, but under the innocent eyes of the little girl, he could only laugh twice, and then said in a dry voice: "Marriage?"

"Yes, I hope Brother Song and Brother Yuanmu get married soon!" The little girl's voice was crisp, her eyes were bright, and her face was full of sincere expectations.

The door of the ward was pushed open at this moment, and Xiao Yuanmu walked in. He didn't seem to hear the little girl's words, and said lightly: "The procedures are all done, grandma, we can leave when we clean up."

Seeing Xiao Yuanmu's gaze swept over this side, Song Xuanhe felt that the painting in his hand seemed a bit hot. He moved his lower body calmly, covering Xiao Yuanmu's sight, and was grateful for the people in the orphanage. Children are very afraid of Xiao Yuanmu, and generally do not take the initiative to speak to him.

However, the little girl did not speak any more, but Xiao Yuanmu walked over, seeing the painting in his hand and asked casually: "What is this?"

"A gift from Yuanyuan to Xiao Song." The dean said with a smile: "We have all packed up, let's go now."

Xiao Yuanmu didn't ask any more, and carefully helped the dean to walk ahead.

Song Xuanhe, who was held by Yuanyuan's hand, walked behind, looking at Xiao Yuanmu, who was bent over to support the dean in front, and felt a little complicated.

A week ago, when Xiao Yuanmu saw Xiao Yuanmu's coldness all over, getting along with the dean like the most common grandparents, and taking care of the dean by himself, Song Xuanhe was still a little surprised. A week passed, he too Gradually realized how important the dean was in Xiao Yuanmu's heart.

In the book, the dean should be dead at this time, and Xiao Yuanmu has also left the imperial capital to develop in the sea market, but now the dean has recovered health, Xiao Yuanmu has not been forced to leave his hometown by the situation, the plot Changes have taken place, and later developments that were originally clear have also blurred.

Song Xuanhe didn't know if it was good or bad for him, at least he didn't do anything that would make him regret it.

After returning the dean and Yuanyuan to the orphanage, the dean took Song Xuanhe's hand and asked him to stay for dinner. After a week of getting along, she liked this young man who had a good impression before.

A few days ago, she just saw Xiao Yuanmu always alone, so she casually mentioned that she hadn’t seen Song Xuanhe for a long time, and wanted to ask how the relationship between Xiao Yuanmu and Song Xuanhe was. Xuanhe came to see her the next day, and after a few days, he would come as long as he had time.

Thinking of this week that Song Xuanhe was not good at what he could help but was serious about doing what he could help. The children in the orphanage liked him, and the dean was very satisfied. Most importantly, she could feel that Song Xuanhe was very For Xiao Yuanmu, it was different.

The dean thought, these two children were too shy, and they didn't show the affectionate attitude that any couple should have in front of her. Even the exchanges are very small. Yuan Mu is still too cold to speak. As a result, a child who was originally a cheerful and lively Xiao Song became more cautious.

"Yuan Mu, Xiao Song hasn't been to your room yet, you take him to have a look, and I will call you after dinner later." The dean said with a smile.

"No need for the dean." Song Xuan and Yuanyuan grabbed Yuanyuan who wanted to run in to find her little partner: "Just now Yuanyuan said that I would play with her, Yuanyuan, right?"

Yuanyuan frowned and looked at Song Xuanhe. She hadn't said this before. Could it be that Brother Song had a wrong memory.

"Brother Song, Yuanyuan doesn't..."

"Yes." Song Xuanhe decisively said: "When you just gave me a painting, you said that I would play with you, you forgot."

Yuanyuan opened her eyes wide. She felt that she might have really remembered it wrong. She nodded in a daze, "I seem to let Brother Song play with me."

"Yuanyuan went to the hospital after school today and didn't do his homework." The dean said: "We will have dinner later. Yuanyuan can't let Brother Song accompany you to play with you. You have to write your homework first."

"Yes, I still have one page of arithmetic problems." Yuanyuan nodded again, looking at Song Xuanhe with some entanglement: "Brother Song, I can't play with you today, I have to do homework, you and Brother Yuanmu together……"

"Brother teaches you homework." Song Xuanhe smiled, "My brother is very good at drawing, and I can teach you to draw when I will teach you to finish homework."

Yuanyuan's eyes lit up and turned to look at the dean.

The dean looked at Xiao Yuanmu, who didn't speak from the beginning to the end, sighed in his heart, and said, "Then let Brother Yuanmu and Brother Song teach you homework together, and eat after finishing writing."

Yuanyuan's happy expression became anxious again. The children in the orphanage were a little afraid of Xiao Yuanmu, and she was no exception.

She shrank to the dean's side: "I can write by myself, Brother Song and Brother Yuanmu will visit the room together, Yuanyuan will not disturb Brother Song and Brother Yuanmu dating."

Unexpectedly that his teammate's rebellion became so fast, Song Xuanhe wanted to dying to struggle, but Xiao Yuanmu took his hand and said to the dean: "I will take him to my room, grandma, please go back and rest. meeting."

The dean’s face smiled more kindly. She looked at the hands held by the two and nodded in satisfaction: "Well, grandma go to rest, you take Xiao Song to visit slowly, and show him the photos of your childhood. Don't rush to eat."

Xiao Yuanmu's tone was docile: "Okay."

The dean took Yuanyuan away, and Xiao Yuanmu also took Song Xuanhe to his room.

Song Xuanhe originally wanted to find an excuse to slip away at random, but after seeing this room that was simple and impoverished for him in any world, he couldn't talk about it.

Xiao Yuanmu let go of Song Xuanhe's hand and walked in by himself. He was tall and slender, and appeared in this room that might not even have five square meters, making the space even more cramped.

Probably all creatures will unconsciously show unsuspecting expressions when they reach the lair where they can sleep peacefully. The same is true for Xiao Yuanmu. At this time, the expression on his face is soft, quiet, and relaxed that Song Xuanhe has never seen before. .

He walked to the old-style window that needed to be unlocked and pushed open, and opened the two windows inlaid with glass in the wooden frame of the field. The tall and dense old trees outside the window are spreading their branches and buds. In late autumn, they are also full of greenery. The natural light outside the window spills in. The small room is visually brighter and more spacious.

Xiao Yuanmu picked up a book that was still spread out on the table and turned to look at Song Xuanhe who was standing at the door: "You probably have never seen such a small room before."

Song Xuanhe said nothing, but nodded.

He has never seen such a small room. Even in the hardest time, he has never suffered any material hardship, but since the moment his mother passed away, there has been no room in any house. Let him show Xiao Yuanmu's soft expression with a trace of nostalgia.

Because nowhere is his home.Whether it is this world or the world he wants to go back to.

"This is my favorite book." Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes to look at the book in his hand, with the corners of his mouth curled slightly, his clear tone was a soft tone that Song Xuanhe had never heard before: "It is also the only one I have received. birthday present."

Song Xuanhe's eyes fell involuntarily in Xiao Yuanmu's hands. The pages of the book were already yellowed. Even though they were not far away, he couldn't read the contents of the book clearly because of the perspective. According to the colorful title page, it should not be a classic book.

Noting Song Xuanhe’s sight, Xiao Yuanmu reached out and handed the book over. The distance between him and Song Xuanhe who was standing at the door was just a single bed, Song Xuan who was standing at the door And as long as you take a step forward, you can get the book.

Song Xuanhe did not take the book directly, but raised his eyes to look at Xiao Yuanmu in front of the window. It was already dusk, and the soft sunlight behind him blurred the cold and sharp aura around him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth made him smile. He was warmed up all over, like an approachable person within reach.

He stared at Xiao Yuanmu blankly. Only then did he suddenly realize a very obvious fact that he had always denied before-Xiao Yuanmu before rebirth and Xiao Yuanmu after rebirth were always the same person.

It was he who distinguished them subjectively, using the description in the book to observe and think about Xiao Yuanmu after rebirth, and then subjectively come to the conclusion that Xiao Yuanmu is now full of hatred, cold-blooded, cruel, and gloomy.

It is obvious that Xiao Yuanmu in front of him used to get along with Song Xuan in the book, but when he was reborn into this world, he did not immediately hurt him and avenge him. Instead, he chose to observe and think about the difference between him and the original owner, but he knew Xiao Yuan. The first time Mu was reborn here from the world in the book, he set a one-sided conclusion in his heart.

This is not fair.

Xiao Yuanmu saw his own figure in Song Xuanhe's clean eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking. He also saw the change in his expression, and when he recovered, his eyes suddenly disappeared. Many conflicts.

Could it be... Song Xuanhe felt that he had been too miserable when he was a child, so he suddenly sympathized with him now?

Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth smiled deeper, and waved the book in his hand. When Song Xuanhe looked over, he reduced his smile and said in a low voice, "Although this book was donated to the welfare institute. , It’s not a separate birthday gift to me, but it was sent to us on my birthday, so... I took this book as my gift."

Song Xuanhe pursed his mouth and frowned unconsciously. After receiving the book in his hand, the first thing he saw was the corner of the book rolled up. He raised his head and said, "Do you often read this book?" "

"Yeah." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly: "This is my only extracurricular book that belongs to me."

The corners of Song Xuanhe's squeezed mouth tightened. He put his gaze on the book and just wanted to say something. After seeing the contents of the book, his expression suddenly became a little strange. After a while, he hesitated and said:" Do you...like this book?"

Xiao Yuanmu glanced across the book in his hand, and hummed unchangingly.

Song Xuanhe looked at the illustrations in the book, coughed and asked, "Which story do you... like the most?"

"This is the one you see now."

Song Xuanhe looked at the mermaid sitting on the reef in the illustration, and the name of the story on the edge of the book—the daughter of the sea.

"I... I also liked story books and cartoons when I was a kid." Song Xuanhe couldn't help but laughed twice. When Xiao Yuanmu's rare nonchalant gaze was met, his voice was lower: "I like Pakistan. Si Guangnian..."

"Is the picture in your hand given to you by Yuanyuan?"

Suddenly, Xiao Yuanmu changed the subject.

Song Xuan and the hand holding the story book froze. They looked at the painting under the story book and stuffed the painting under the book covertly, saying: "Yes, she drew a picture casually and said that she thanked me. I have come to see the dean and play with her these days."

Xiao Yuanmu's gaze fell on the painting and asked, "Can you show it to me?"

"It doesn't seem to be very good." Seeing that Xiao Yuanmu's gaze did not move away from the painting, Song Xuan and his inspiration flashed, and said nonsense: "In fact, Yuanyuan suddenly got inspiration for raising the flag this morning. I especially envy the flag raising on stage Hand, she drew this picture. She said that she would also like to go on stage to raise the flag in the future. This picture hides her dreams. I don't think it is good to show people casually."

"That's it." Xiao Yuanmu seemed to believe it. He looked away and said, "Grandma asked me to introduce the room to you. Let me tell you."

Seeing Xiao Yuanmu's soft expression again, Song Xuanhe nodded lightly.

Xiao Yuanmu looked around for a week and introduced many things in this small room.

Every piece of furniture and furnishings here seems to have a special emotion in Xiao Yuanmu’s eyes. When he talks, his clear voice is like the stream of a stream in the evening in summer, and every word carries the warmth that infiltrates the heart. meaning.

When he took out the album, the setting sun slanted westward outside the window had only Hui, and the darkened room pulled out a long shadow. The young people sitting together had their heads together, carefully looking at the blurry photos. .

At the moment when the sunlight finally disappeared, Xiao Yuanmu closed the photo album. Through the dim light, he met Song Xuanhe who also raised his head and looked at each other. The two were startled, and then looked away at the same time.

The room became silent, and the laughter of the children outside was particularly obvious.

Xiao Yuanmu asked suddenly: "I found out that you seem to be afraid of me, why."

Song Xuan and his eyelashes trembled. He raised his chin and looked at the tree branches outside the window, denying: "Why should I be afraid of you."

"Really?" Xiao Yuanmu whispered this sentence unclearly before he got up and said: "Let's go, you should be ready to eat now."

The two walked out of the room one after the other, Yuanyuan, who had been playing around for a long time, ran over and ran into Song Xuan and his arms.

Xiao Yuanmu held on to Song Xuanhe's shoulders and looked down at the little girl holding him. His voice was cold: "Don't run around and bump into it."

Yuanyuan narrowed her mouth a little wronged, but she didn't dare to talk back to Xiao Yuanmu, so she let go of Song Xuanhe, consciously took his hand, and said: "Big Brother Song, Brother Yuanmu, the dean asked me to call you let's go and eat."

Song Xuanhe nodded, and asked casually: "Have you finished your homework."

"After finishing writing." Yuanyuan led her to walk in front, smiling cheerfully: "Those homework is very simple, I will finish writing in a while, so the grandma of the dean asked me to call you."

Xiao Yuanmu looked at the two people holding hands in front, and interjected lightly: "Then why are you here so late?"

After a round hop, he said with some guilty conscience and timidity: "Because, when I first came to call you, I found that the food was not fully prepared, so I wanted to wait for the food to be fully prepared before I call you."

"I'm not playful." Yuanyuan took La Song Xuanhe's hand and looked up at him: "Brother Song, are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry." Song Xuanhe, who was already a little hungry when he saw the photo album, lied without blinking: "It's okay to call us when the dishes are ready."

Yuanyuan was relieved, and led Song Xuan and jumped to the canteen.

At this time, most of the children had finished their meals. Sitting on the small table in the cafeteria were the dean and other teachers who had just finished their work. Seeing Song Xuan and them coming over, the dean beckoned, "I called you over. Why is it so late that the dishes are cold."

Waiting for Xiao Yuanmu and Song Xuanhe to sit down, she handed them the prepared meal, and blamed Xiao Yuanmu: "Xiao Song doesn't know the dinner time in the courtyard, don't you know? It's so late, Xiao Song I must be hungry."

"He is not hungry."

The dean and other teachers looked at Xiao Yuanmu at the same time, only to see him lightly said: "He just said it himself."

"I...I'm really not hungry." Song Xuanhe looked away from the dishes on the table, smiling to the dean and said: "Dean, you don't have to serve me so much, I am not very hungry now."

The dean shook his head when he heard the words: "You guys as big as you have a big appetite. What should you do if you don't eat so many meals? You can eat first, and talk about it when you can't finish it."

Song Xuanhe just wanted to nod, and listened to Yuanyuan sitting next to him: "Brother Song, Yuanyuan is hungry. Give Yuanyuan the food you can't eat."

Song Xuanhe:...

Song Xuanhe smiled round the rice in the bowl and said, "You eat more."

The dean watched Song Xuanhe and Yuanyuan get along harmoniously with a deeper smile, and said: "Hurry up, eat it, wait for it to be enough."

Song Xuanhe just said that he was not hungry, and of course he would not add any more, so it didn't take long before he finished the meal in his bowl, and then looked at Xiao Yuanmu who was still eating slowly, and Yuan who was eating with relish. round.

Yuanyuan lifted her face from the bowl and said with a smile: "Brother Song, you have finished eating, I will play with you when I have finished eating."

My brother doesn't want to play, but my brother just wants to eat more.

With a smile on his face, Song Xuanhe shook his head and said, "I will leave when I finish eating. I will play with you next time I see you."

Yuanyuan nodded in disappointment, but still said sensibly: "Then Brother Song will play with Yuanyuan next time."

Xiao Yuanmu also finished eating at this time. He wiped his mouth and saw Yuanyuan who was still walking to eat. He seemed to just casually say: "Yuanyuan, the drawing you gave Brother Song this afternoon is very good."

Yuanyuan raised her head and looked at Xiao Yuanmu who was complimenting him somewhat inconceivably. After seeing the sentence that was really what he said, she grinned and said, "That was what I gave to Brother Song and Brother Yuanmu. , When you get married, Yuanyuan will draw you another one."

Song Xuanhe: "Yuanyuan, don't talk while eating, be careful to choke."

Yuanyuan said obediently and continued to eat.

However, Xiao Yuanmu seemed to be a little confused, and asked, "Draw another picture for marriage?"

"What I drew is Brother Song and Brother Yuanmu getting married." Xiao Yuanmu praised her just now, Yuanyuan was not too afraid of him for a while, and said with a sweet smile: "If Brother Song and Brother Yuanmu can really Just get married."

Xiao Yuanmu: "Not raising the flag..."

Song Xuan and Huo stood up and said goodbye to the dean: "Since we have finished eating, we will leave first."

The dean looked at them with a smile and sent them to the entrance of the orphanage.

On the way back, Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Xuanhe thoughtfully. Song Xuanhe kept looking ahead, thinking of the embarrassment that Xiao Yuanmu had just been dismantled on the spot, and asked in a very bad tone: " You always look at me, what do you want to say?"

Xiao Yuanmu's mouth twitched lightly, and said: "I want to ask you..."

Song Xuanhe interrupted him first: "I don't want to answer."

"I want to ask if you haven't eaten enough for dinner, I'll go back and give you a bowl of noodles." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly: "Just forget it if you don't want to eat."

Thinking that he hadn't eaten Xiao Yuanmu's tomato and egg noodles for nearly two months, Song Xuanhe, who had always been able to stretch out in front of food, became quickly: "I want to eat."

The author has something to say: Xiao Yuanmu: You don’t want to eat me.

Song Xuanhe: I want to eat!