Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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Song Xuanhe pulled out the sketchbook, and he found a small "s" in the lower right corner of the kraft paper.

He took out Xiao Yuanmu’s chair and sat down, opened the sketchbook, raised his eyebrows while looking at the familiar draft picture above, and then turned back a few pages. They were all designs he drew before, and one of them was yesterday. The original drawing of the long windbreaker at the finale of "He; Wind".

Song Xuanhe knew exactly what he had drawn in his notebook. He turned over at will and closed the sketchbook. It seems that Xiao Yuanmu deliberately brought his sketchbook to the U.S. The biggest reason is probably that he painted Xiao Yuanmu's sketch made him look better than himself.

Thinking about this, Song Xuanhe wanted to see the sketch he drew for Xiao Yuanmu again.

Compared with color, sketching is his weakness, but Xiao Yuanmu's picture is his rare and proud work.

Song Xuanhe opened the sketchbook again and flipped back through the memory, but he didn't see the sketch he drew. He frowned. He used this notebook for a long time, and he could basically touch it with his fingers. The exact number of pages, the deviation will not exceed three pages, but he has turned four or five pages back and forth, and they are all blank.

Xiao Yuanmu, this kid, didn't he tear up his sketches, right?

Song Xuanhe turned a few pages back, but did not find the sketches he had drawn for Xiao Yuanmu. He closed the book and put it back in the drawer.After eating the beef, Xiao Huang wriggled his butt and flicked his tail. From time to time, he glanced at the drawer with eager eyes and hummed.

"Don't eat it." Song Xuanhe rubbed his head, and said earnestly: "I'm so fat, let's think about how to lose weight."

Xiao Huang looked at him innocently.

Song Xuan frowned and said in a low voice: "You are not like your master at all."

Xiao Huang raised his paw and patted the cabinet, and yelled at Song Xuanhe a few times.

Song Xuanhe pretended not to understand: "Go, lose weight."

"Woohoo..."

Xiao Huang leaned on the cabinet door and looked at Song Xuanhe, eyes full of longing.

The little fat dog with fat legs but short legs hummed, Song Xuanhe walked out the door unmovedly, and said as he walked, "I really can't eat anymore, you just eat... "

Halfway through the conversation, Song Xuan stopped peacefully, staring blankly at the portraits on the front wall—the sketches of Xiao Yuanmu he drew, and the sketches of him who didn’t know who drew them. There were eight pairs in total, framed. It’s easy to hang on the wall, and every portrait can be found in a very corresponding one.

One is his painting Xiao Yuanmu standing by the window looking out, and the other is himself in the garden enjoying afternoon tea.

This painting Xiao Yuanmu looked at was created when he saw Xiao Yuanmu looking out the window and occasionally got inspired. He created the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment instead of pushing the windows, and the surrounding furniture was also for coordination. But after the modification, the only thing that didn't change was Xiao Yuanmu's expressions and movements.

In the other painting, he is drinking afternoon tea. Song Xuanhe believes that he has never been to such a garden, but the table in the garden is vaguely familiar. However, he can't remember where it is. But these Neither is the key. The key is that in the garden, he is looking at a window, which corresponds to the window in Xiao Yuanmu's painting.

There is no need for much speculation at all. Even if these are two separate paintings that are not even hung together, Song Xuan and most people who believe that they have seen these two paintings can see that they are The two protagonists are looking at each other.

The same is true for the other six paintings. Each one corresponds to the other, and each scene contains another scene. However, everyone can see that these paintings are by two different people.

Song Xuanhe had a vague guess about who the authors of the other four paintings were.

[This is painted by Xiao Yuanmu.] System Road: [I can analyze the author based on the strokes of each painting and the habit of using the pen.

"I know."

Song Xuanhe took a few steps forward to see these paintings more clearly. His gaze flicked across each painting, and he bent his eyes and said, "He has a strong learning ability. If my teacher sees it, he will definitely praise him. He has talent."

"Bow!"

Probably seeing that Song Xuanhe was indifferent, Xiao Huang, who was second to none, had already given up snacks, ran to the living room and grabbed the rope, let Song Xuanhe take him for a walk.

Song Xuanhe was regained by its voice, and after another glance at the painting on the wall, he squatted down and tied the rope to Xiao Huang and took it out the door.

It's probably been a long time since Xiao Huang went out. As soon as he entered the park, he became excited and happily flung his tail and ran, so that Song Xuanhe had to speed up and follow it.

In less than half an hour, Song Xuanhe felt more tired than usual two hours in the gym.

When Xiao Yuanmu called, Song Xuanhe and Xiao Huang were on their way back.

To be correct, it should be Song Xuan and the little fat dog who was dragging on the ground and staying on the way back.

"where?"

Hearing Xiao Yuanmu’s voice, Song Xuanhe was pulling Xiao Huang up the stairs. It was already a few steps up. It was like ironing. The only difference was that the one held under the rope would twist and hum. Hum struggling.

"Take your fat dog home." Song Xuanhe said in a huff: "How do you usually get it back? I dragged him down the road, and several people stopped and asked me, thinking I was abusing the dog."

Xiao Yuan grinned and said, "You tell him to eat beef jerky when you go back. The beef jerky is in the first drawer on the left of my study. You can see it when you open it."

Song Xuanhe took Xiao Huang's hand for a while, pulled it up to the last step, and said: "Before going out, it has already been in your study."

Xiao Yuanmu squeezed the corners of his mouth nervously when he heard that, and as soon as he was about to speak, he listened to Song Xuanhe and asked: "When did you take my sketchbook?"

"I accidentally took the wrong baggage before," Xiao Yuanmu said.

"That's it." Song Xuanhe hummed and turned to the subject: "Is there anything wrong with you calling me?"

"Ask if you have any meals." Xiao Yuanmu said: "If you don't want to go out, I will ask Yang Jie to bring you lunch. If you want to come out, you can come near my company. There are many good restaurants here."

"These restaurants must be reserved." Song Xuan said in peace.

Xiao Yuanmu: "No need."

Song Xuanhe reported a restaurant that usually requires at least three months in advance to book.

"I'll let Yang Jie make arrangements." Xiao Yuanmu didn't hesitate at all, and said, "When will you come over, do you want me to pick you up?"

The total distance is no more than ten minutes, and the driving may be slower due to traffic jams. Song Xuanhe asked: "Are you coming to pick me up?"

"If you wish."

"No, I'll come after I send your dog home."

"I wait for you."

Song Xuanhe sent Xiao Huang back, prepared dog food for him in the same way as Xiao Yuanmu yesterday, and then changed his clothes before going out.

Xiao Yuanmu's company was very close to his apartment, and Song Xuan and his leisurely walked past for only six or seven minutes, but he thought he had arrived early, but Xiao Yuanmu had already been waiting downstairs.

Song Xuanhe said: "I thought you would not waste every minute of your work time."

"Waiting for you is not a waste of time." Xiao Yuanmu walked to him, raised his hand and brushed his hair stained with a face, and said, "Let's go."

Song Xuanhe paused for two seconds before raising his leg to stand shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Yuanmu, "I found that you have changed a lot in the past ten months."

"Really?" Xiao Yuanmu was a little interested, and asked him, "In what ways?"

"There are more words." Song Xuanhe mentioned the most obvious one, and then asked what he wanted to ask: "And become special..."

He found an adjective, but under Xiao Yuanmu's curious eyes, the adjective that came to his lips was not very easy to express.

So he could only say: "In short, it is very different from before."

Xiao Yuanmu: "Because there are more words?"

"Not all." Song Xuanhe said, "For example, you never said before,'Waiting for you is not a waste of time'."

Xiao Yuanmu frowned slightly: "You don't like it?"

"Should I like it?" Song Xuanhe asked rhetorically.

Xiao Yuanmu paused, carefully observed Song Xuanhe's expression for a few seconds, and concluded: "You like it."

Song Xuanhe:...

"What makes you think I like it?" With that, Song Xuan and his head flashed, and asked: "Who taught you to talk like this?"

Xiao Yuanmu turned his head, resumed his original pace and speed, and said indifferently: "Why do you think this is something someone else taught me, not what I want to say."

"Because you said this sentence now that you have these things that someone can guide." Song Xuanhe turned his eyes to look at Xiao Yuanmu's complacent face, and raised his eyebrows: "Is it Louis?"

Xiao Yuanmu asked: "Why do you think it is him?"

"Who else is there besides him?" Song Xuanhe asked: "It can't be Yang Jie, right?"

Xiao Yuanmu: "Louis."

In the face of Xiao Yuanmu, who betrayed Louis so quickly, Song Xuanhe had a little sympathy for Louis.

Song Xuanhe couldn't help asking: "Is Louis your friend?"

Xiao Yuanmu: "It's just a partner."

Pity Louis again for a second.

"I always thought that Louis was your friend." Song Xuanhe said in a gleeful tone that seemed to be sympathetic: "I believe he thinks so too. You don't think the same way. He may be a little sad if he knows."

Xiao Yuanmu said lightly: "He just thinks so."

"Then who do you think is your friend?" Song Xuanhe was suddenly curious: "Yang Jie?"

Xiao Yuanmu: "No."

Song Xuanhe: "Then what is Yang Jie?"

Xiao Yuanmu: "Partner."

Song Xuanhe chuckled, "It seems that everyone is a partner to you."

Xiao Yuanmu turned to look at him and said, "You are not."

Song Xuanhe was taken aback, pursed his lips and did not answer.

"Our thoughts are not quite equal." Xiao Yuanmu said: "But this does not affect our relationship and future."