Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend

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During the period of recovery, Xiao Yuanmu seemed to be able to lighten his love talk skills without a teacher.

Every day when he gets up, Song Xuan and the next second he opens his eyes will always get a kiss, and then Xiao Yuanmu just wakes up with a hoarse voice: "I heard that people who kiss good morning every day will spend the most Happy day."

Xiao Yuanmu has always eaten less than Song Xuanhe. Recently, he needs to eat less because of his injury. Although he doesn't eat more, he still loves to cook because of his injured leg. His favorite thing to do every day Just watching Song Xuanhe finish his cooking, and then praise it. Every time at this time, he will say: "I hope I can cook for you for the rest of my life."

It may be because of the injury that he even had less work to deal with, so he went to bed earlier than usual. This period of time will go to bed with Song Xuanhe at the same time. Before the two go to bed, he always uses those beautiful pairs. Watching Song Xuanhe's eyes, then smiled: "It's nice to have you."

After spending a few days like this, Song Xuanhe once suspected that Louis had read Xiao Yuanmu books like "Cheats for Love Talk" or "How to Please Your Partner", but they searched the entire apartment and couldn't find it.

Just before Song Xuan and doubted whether Xiao Yuanmu had changed his temperament or was reborn again, Xiao Lin came to the United States from country D.

His body is still not very good, but when he appears in front of outsiders, no one can see the serious problem. If it were not for the systematic reminder, Song Xuanhe could not see his weakness at all.

Xiao Lin came to Xiao Yuanmu's apartment alone, without Mrs. Xiao or bodyguards with him, his usual serious face was still serious, and his body was still full of momentum.

He greeted Song Xuanhe first, and said: "I heard you have been a long time, Mr. Song, if there is a chance in the future, I hope we can talk."

Song Xuanhe smiled and nodded, called his uncle very politely, and then waited downstairs.

He thought that Xiao Lin came here on purpose and he should talk to Xiao Yuanmu for a while. After all, there have been a lot of things recently, including his youngest son’s amputation of both legs, the two brothers claiming to be framed by each other, and Mrs. Xiao Suddenly fell ill.

However, Xiao Lin went downstairs in less than fifteen minutes, again.Politely greeted Song Xuanhe and left.

Song Xuanhe watched him enter the elevator, then immediately turned upstairs.

In the study, Xiao Yuanmu stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, with his back straight and stiff, and he looked out the window with such a drooping gaze, as if he was watching a spot of ants, his eyes indifferent and calm.

This was a look that Song Xuanhe hadn't seen in a long time. It should be said that this was the look that Xiao Yuanmu did not show in front of him.

Song Xuanhe stood at the door for more than ten seconds, Xiao Yuanmu didn't respond, he could only call him aloud.

"Xiao Yuanmu."

In most cases, when the two face each other alone, Song Xuanhe is called Xiao Yuanmu's full name, while Xiao Yuanmu is completely dependent on his mood. Sometimes he is called to be friendly, and sometimes he is called to him. But most of the time, they stared silently, because Song Xuanhe would notice a look in his eyes, and the two of them talked directly without the title.

At this time, hearing Song Xuanhe's full name call him, Xiao Yuanmu's eyelashes trembled, his eyes shrouded in black mist regained a little, and his gaze focused on Song Xuanhe, who was behind the door.

He paused, and then asked, "How come up?"

Xiao Yuanmu's voice was dumb, as if someone who hadn't spoken for a long time suddenly made a sound, and it was as if he finally calmed down after choking for a long time, but the voice still leaked his emotions.

Almost immediately, Song Xuanhe discovered that Xiao Yuanmu's mood was not right.

He thought of Xiao Lin's expression that seemed to sink a little before leaving. He couldn't help but feel worried and walked quickly towards Xiao Yuanmu. Only two steps later, he heard a voice in his mind: [Don't go.

Before he had time to ask why, Song Xuanhe listened to the system: [Xiao Yuanmu's emotional value is indeed very low at this time, but you have no meaning in the past. Now you can comfort him, but what about 15 days later?Have you forgotten that you will leave him in fifteen days? Compared to his current mood swings, I think his mood swings will be more serious after ten days. At that time, you can't comfort him. Let him Habits are conducive to improving immunity.

Song Xuan and Wen Yan paused, ignoring the system, and continued to walk towards Xiao Yuanmu.

"do not come."

Xiao Yuanmu turned around, turned his back to Song Xuanhe, his voice was a little heavy, and he was still dumb.

He said: "I want to be quiet."

This was the first time Xiao Yuanmu refused his approach, Song Xuanhe thought in a daze.

The system's words didn't stop Song Xuanhe, but Xiao Yuanmu stopped him.

"Did something happen?" Song Xuanhe stood there for a long time before asking quietly.

"I just want to be quiet for a while." Xiao Yuanmu didn't turn around, with a trace of fatigue in his tone: "Let me be alone for a while, okay?"

Hearing this "okay", Song Xuanhe couldn't refuse.

He nodded, realizing that Xiao Yuanmu couldn't see, and said hello again.

After speaking out, Song Xuanhe stared at Xiao Yuanmu's back, expecting something in his heart, but Xiao Yuanmu remained motionless, and didn't mean to turn around at all.

The corners of Song Xuanhe's slightly pursed lips tightened, then turned and walked out step by step.

For some reason, before he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered a dream that he had always repeated these days and nights.

In his dream, he was still the same as when he was a child. His parents took him out for a picnic. A little girl wanted to fly a kite with him. He drove the little girl away and made people cry.

His mother came over and asked him, "Why are you driving away that kid?"

He replied: "I don't like her."

The mother disagreed and said, "Did your mother tell you to be kind to your friends?"

He grabbed the kite in his hand that was taller and bigger than him, and pouted: "But she is not my friend, I don't know her."

"Then you can treat her as the new friend you just met." Mom smiled and rubbed his head, curiously said: "But mom thinks that little girl is very cute, why don't you like her?"

In the dream, he pouted and replied loudly: "I have someone I like, of course I can't like other people."

The mother's expression was surprised, but there was a smile in her eyes: "Then baby can tell mother, who do you like?"

"Xiao Yuanmu."

Song Xuanhe would wake up whenever he said Xiao Yuanmu's name.

This is a dream, which is actually one of the few memories he has with his parents. The difference between a memory and a dream is only the answer after his mother asked him why he didn't like the little girl.

In his memory, he answered: because he didn't want anyone to play his kite, he liked it very much.

In the dream, the answer became Xiao Yuanmu.

In the dream, after his answer, his mother immediately smiled and said something, but at that time, he was about to wake up and could not hear anything.

So in the past few days, Song Xuanhe was thinking about what his mother would say to him if he knew he was with Xiao Yuanmu.

He thought for a long time, but couldn't think of anything, because although his mother's memory was deep, it was too long, so long that he could not get to know each other with his parents for more than ten years like other children.

In his memory, his mother has always been gentle and kind, but when he grew up he knew that most mothers were gentle and kind in front of their children. His few memories could not completely piece together a person's character.

So he returned to the house where he lived with his parents for the first time when he was eighteen years of age, and found three diaries in his mother’s room, a diary written by his parents when they were in love, a pregnancy diary, and one The record of his growth left by his parents after he was born.

In the diary of their parents' love, they wrote about their affection, the country and road they traveled, and their feelings for each other.

The mother’s pregnancy diary records the surprise from the moment she knew she was pregnant with him to the bits and pieces before he was born. Each stroke reveals the expectation and love of the child in the belly of a mother.

And his growth diary is full of the expectations of his parents. They have very little expectations of him. They are completely different from the expectations of other children whose parents are so many that make their children feel pressured. They want him: happy, kind, brave, Never regret it, have the ability to love and be loved, and then relive the country and road they traveled when they were in love.

What's more, they want him to know how much they love him.

Song Xuan and a little forgotten how he felt when he saw these things when he was 18 years old.But he firmly remembered that he took these three diaries to his parents’ cemetery that day, and then told them that he would not let them down. After he graduated from university, he would definitely review the path they had taken and complete them. Wish.

——Re-travel the country and road that parents walked when they were in love. This is the expectation of the parents and the promise that Song Xuanhe made on the day of adulthood.

This promise was once Song Xuanhe's belief and supported his belief that he would go on alone.

So at the beginning, Song Xuanhe had no doubt that he would definitely return to his world.

It was just as time passed, what he believed in perseverance began to waver. After that dream, he would even think, if he abandons his promise to his parents, would they be disappointed in him?He will still understand and bless him, because although he failed to do the last one, he did what he had always thought he might never be able to do-the ability to love and be loved.

Song Xuanhe was at a loss. He didn't know whether "revisiting the path his parents took" was more in line with his parents' expectations, or "the ability to love and be loved" was more in line with his parents' expectations.

These days, he struggled with these two choices all the time, but when he saw this door, he suddenly remembered when he was a child. He told his mother that he liked the kite so much that he didn’t want to share it with others. After that, his mother told him Words

"Since the baby likes this kite so much, will you take good care of this kite?"

He naturally answered yes.

Mother became serious and said to him: "Xianghe, liking is a serious and serious thing. You can be interested in painting, and then put down the brush in a few days, you can be interested in the model airplane, and then after a few days The sky is shelved, but you can't say you like it."

"Like is an expression of your love for a person and a thing. This means that you are willing to give up many things to firmly protect the love you have. You are willing to give up your model airplane and tank car for this kite. ?"

Perhaps he was frightened by his mother's serious attitude, he thought for a long time, and finally replied: "No."

"Then you can’t say you like it, baby, but now it’s normal for you to not know what a liking is. Mom just wants to tell you that if one day, you meet a liking that you are willing to give up many, many things, whether it’s a human or Things, then you have to persevere, because you can get love only if you persevere."

"Do you know? Baby, if you can find the things and people you love, then you will be a great person. Mom hopes you can be such a person, but you don't need to look for mom's expectations. Because that is your life."

This memory is really long, so far as Song Xuanhe remembered the complete memory, his red eyes were far beyond the speed of turning around.

At this moment, he suddenly figured out the problem he had been struggling with before. Rather than re-walking the path his parents had taken, they might hope to see him find a lover who will stay with him for a lifetime, because they have always What is more hopeful is that he can decide his life bravely.

Xiao Yuanmu heard the footsteps lighten up a little, and heard that the study was quieter than before after every breath, and the light in his eyes also dimmed a little.

He suddenly remembered what Xiao Lin asked him:

"You love Song Xuanhe, does he love you?"

"Are you sure he loves you?"

"Even if you are sure, can you be sure that you will be together forever?"

"The Xiao family has no precedent for a same-sex couple, and will not make an exception for you. Those clan members live by the old rules. In order to maintain the old-school tradition, they can even ignore many things. You can guarantee that your persistence can Protect your lover?"

"Xiao Yuanmu, you are still too young. Do you think you can protect him for a while or for the rest of your life?"

"Once you have any accident, Song Xuanhe, who prevents you from leaving the direct descendants of the Xiao family, will become the target of the public. I know in my heart the dispute between you and your brother. He failed because of his incompetence, but he is also the Xiao family. You To be honest with him, I had expected it a long time ago, so I am not disappointed, but you are so heartbroken with a man you are not sure whether you really love you, and you are almost showing your weakness to the world. I am very disappointed. ."

"Xiao Yuanmu, I am your father, even if we don’t get along much, I know you well, because you are very similar to me. Ask yourself, you really think Song Xuanhe loves you like you love him. Is it? If so, why do you guard him so cautiously, as insecure as if you were afraid of others running away?"

Xiao Lin asked one after another, Xiao Yuanmu didn't answer a single one, but it wasn't that there was no fluctuation in his heart.

It was not because Xiao Lin said that he felt that Song Xuanhe did not love him, but because he was afraid that he could not protect him.

Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes to look at his somewhat trembling hand, the black mist enveloped his eyes, and the shadows covered the light in his eyes.

Xiao Lin was wrong a lot, but he was right-if something happened to him, Song Xuanhe would definitely become a target.

But despite this, he also...

The distant footsteps suddenly stopped, Xiao Yuanmu's mixed and gloomy thoughts followed the quiet study and pressed the pause button, he put down his raised hand, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, waiting for a sound Let this all return to the original track.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few seconds, maybe a few minutes, or maybe longer, Xiao Yuanmu heard footsteps and stepped on the wooden floor, clicking and clicking, making him hold his breath.

"Xiao Yuanmu." Song Xuan and Qingrun's voice sounded, and Xiao Yuanmu straightened his back subconsciously. He said, "Did your father say something to you, so you are a little sad now."

Xiao Yuanmu pressed the corners of his mouth slightly, his hand on his side shook slightly, and said nothing.

"Didn't you say that what I do will not make you sad?" Song Xuanhe took a step closer, standing half a step away from Xiao Yuanmu, looking at his back: "If you want to be alone , But I don’t want you to be alone. You must stay here. Will you be sad?"

Xiao Yuanmu tightened his trembling hands into fists, and replied in a hoarse voice: "No."

"Will you be upset or angry with me?"

"will not."

"What if I hold you?" Song Xuanhe took a step forward, encircling him from behind, "Will you drive me away?"

Xiao Yuanmu trembled, and after a few seconds he replied, "No."

"Is it not now, or never?"

Song Xuan's and gentle chin rested on his shoulder blade. When he spoke, his chin trembled slightly, and the tremor moved upwards along his spine and spread to the surrounding area, as well as the blood marrow.

"……forever and always."

Song Xuanhe laughed and hugged him tightly and said: "Then you just treat me as if I don't exist and continue to be alone."

Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand on his side a little, then put it down without a trace, and then gave a soft hmm.

Song Xuanhe just hugged him from behind, silently saying nothing, and then accompanied him.

Standing by the window, Xiao Yuanmu suddenly realized that looking at the street downstairs alone would feel completely different from that of someone behind him watching the street downstairs.

Pedestrians of all colors have changed from noisy to lively. The old fountain in the central park refracts light under the shroud of light. It is beautiful and warm. The city scenery in front of you has changed from boring to beautiful everywhere.

The warm body temperature came from the person behind him, making Xiao Yuanmu very greedy. The dark cloud in his heart had been dispersed a little bit, but he was reluctant to let Song Xuanhe loosen it. He just wanted to maintain this position for as long as For so long.

There was never a moment when Xiao Yuanmu could feel Song Xuan and his love for him in the ease and tranquility before him.

Xiao Lin asked him whether Song Xuanhe loved him like he loved him.

Xiao Yuanmu was not stabbed by his words, because he never felt that only the same amount of love can be together. He loves Song Xuan and Song Xuan more or Song Xuan and loves him more, not for him. It will constitute trouble, because he knows that they love each other, this is enough, and if you need to pursue more, it will become greedy.

Greed will never end well. This is what Xiao Yuanmu knew before the first rebirth, and he would not do worse than before after the second rebirth.

But when Song Xuanhe hugged him, he suddenly felt that sometimes it might be okay to be greedy.

For example, now, without saying anything, he also knows Song Xuan and loves him.

Compared with Xiao Lin's assumptions used to fight psychological warfare, the companionship at this moment is more important than anything else.

However, he was suddenly not so sure whether he would be able to accompany Song Xuan and his expectations for so long.