Song Xuanhe took out the sketchbook and found a small "S" in the lower right corner of the kraft paper.
He pulled out Xiao Yuanmu's chair and sat down, opened the sketchbook, raised his eyebrows at the familiar sketches on it, and then turned back a few pages, all of which were design drafts he had drawn before, one of which was from yesterday The original drawing of the long windbreaker, the finale of the first show of "He·Feng".
Song Xuanhe knew very well what was drawn in his notebook, flipped through it casually and closed the sketchbook. It seems that Xiao Yuanmu deliberately brought his sketchbook to the United States, and the biggest reason was probably that he drew Xiao Yuanmu's sketch made him look better than himself.
Thinking of 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 one is his rare masterpiece.
Song Xuanhe opened the sketchbook again, and flipped through his memory, but he didn't see the sketch he drew. He frowned. He has used this notebook for a long time, and he can basically touch it with his fingers. Accurately specify the number of pages, and the deviation will not exceed three pages, but he has turned four or five pages back and forth, and they are all blank.
Didn't Xiao Yuanmu tear up his sketches
Song Xuanhe turned back a few pages, but he did not find the sketches he had drawn for Xiao Yuanmu, so he closed the book and put it back in the drawer. Xiao Huang finished eating the beef, twisted his buttocks and flicked his tail, looked at the drawer with longing eyes from time to time and hummed softly, especially good at acting like a baby.
"Don't eat." Song Xuanhe rubbed his head, and said earnestly: "You are so fat, let's think about how to lose weight."
Xiao Huang looked at him innocently.
Song Xuanhe frowned, and said in a low voice, "You are nothing like your master."
Xiao Huang raised his paw and patted the cabinet, calling out to Song Xuanhe a few times.
Song Xuanhe pretended not to understand: "Let's go, lose weight."
"Woo woo woo..."
Xiao Huang leaned on the cabinet door and looked at Song Xuanhe, his eyes were full of longing.
The little chubby dog with a fat body but short legs hummed in a low voice, but Song Xuanhe walked towards the door unmoved, and said while walking: "I really can't eat it, if you want to eat it, you..."
Halfway through the conversation, Song Xuanhe stopped suddenly, staring blankly at the portraits hanging on the wall in front of him—the sketches of Xiao Yuanmu he drew, and his sketches drawn by someone who didn’t know, a total of eight pictures, all framed Hanging on the wall, each portrait can find a very corresponding one.
One is his painting of Xiao Yuanmu standing by the window looking out, and the other is himself having afternoon tea in the garden.
This painting of Xiao Yuanmu looking out of the window was drawn when he saw Xiao Yuanmu looking out of the window once, and he occasionally got inspired. He created the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment and changed them to sliding windows, and the surrounding furniture was also for coordination. However, it has been modified, the only thing that remains unchanged is Xiao Yuanmu's expression 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 feels faintly familiar, but he can’t recall where it is for the time being, but these Neither is the key point, the key point is that he in the garden is looking at a window, which can correspond to the window in Xiao Yuanmu's painting.
There is no need for many guesses, even though these are two separate paintings, or even two paintings that are not hung together, but Song Xuanhe believes that most people who see these two paintings can see The two protagonists of are looking at each other.
The same is true for the other six paintings, each of which corresponds to the other, and each scene contains another scene, but anyone can tell that these paintings are from the hands of two different people.
Who are the authors of the other four paintings? Song Xuanhe had some guesses in his heart.
[This is drawn by Xiao Yuanmu.]The system said: [I can analyze the author based on the strokes and pen habits of each painting.]
"I know."
Song Xuanhe took a few steps forward to see these paintings more clearly. His eyes 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."
"Wow woof!"
Seeing that Song Xuanhe was indifferent, Xiao Huang, who was looking for the next best thing, had already given up the snacks, ran to the living room and brought the rope, and asked Song Xuanhe to take him for a walk.
Song Xuanhe was brought back to his senses by its voice, and after glancing at the painting on the wall, he squatted down and tied the rope for Xiao Huang, and took it out the door.
Xiao Huang probably hadn't gone out for a long time, and when he entered the park, he became excited and ran happily wagging his tail, which made Song Xuanhe have to speed up to follow him.
In less than half an hour, Song Xuanhe felt more tired than usual after practicing for two hours in the gym.
When Xiao Yuanmu called, Song Xuanhe and Xiao Huang were on their way back.
To be precise, it should be Song Xuan and the little fat dog who was lying on the ground and not walking, on the way back.
"where?"
Hearing Xiao Yuanmu's voice, Song Xuanhe was pulling Xiao Huang up the stairs, pulling it up a few steps, just like practicing iron, the only difference is that the one holding it under this rope will twist and hum hum struggling.
"Take your fat dog back." Song Xuanhe said angrily, "How do you usually get him back? I dragged him along the road, and a few people stopped and questioned me, thinking that I was abusing the dog."
Xiao Yuan murmured with a smile, and said: "If you tell him that there is beef jerky to eat when you go back, he will follow you. The beef jerky is in the first drawer on the left of my study, and you can see it when you open it."
Song Xuanhe took Xiao Huang's hand for a while, pulled it up the last step, and said: "Before going out, it has already eaten in your study."
Xiao Yuanmu pursed his lips nervously when he heard the words, and just about to speak, Song Xuanhe asked, "When did you take my sketchbook?"
"I accidentally picked up the wrong luggage when I was packing the luggage." Xiao Yuanmu said.
"That's it." Song Xuanhe hummed, and changed the subject: "What's the matter with you calling me?"
"Ask if you have eaten." Xiao Yuanmu said: "If you don't want to go out, I'll 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."
"All these restaurants must be reserved." Song Xuan said softly.
Xiao Yuanmu: "No need."
Song Xuanhe reported to a restaurant that usually needs to be booked at least three months in advance.
"I'll let Yang Jie arrange it." Xiao Yuanmu said without any hesitation, "When will you come over, do you want me to pick you up?"
The total journey was no more than ten minutes, and the driving might be slower due to the traffic jam. Song Xuanhe asked, "Are you coming to pick me up?"
"If you wish."
"No, I'll come over after I send your dog back."
"I'm waiting for you."
Song Xuanhe sent Xiao Huang back, prepared dog food for him in the same way as Xiao Yuanmu did yesterday, and then changed his clothes before going out.
Xiao Yuanmu's company was very close to his apartment, and it took only six or seven minutes for Song Xuanhe to walk there slowly, but he thought he had arrived early, but Xiao Yuanmu was already waiting downstairs.
Song Xuan said softly, "I thought you wouldn't waste a second of your working time."
"Waiting for you is not a waste of time." Xiao Yuanmu walked towards him, raised his hand to brush his hair that was stained with a face, and said, "Let's go."
Song Xuanhe paused on the spot for two seconds, then raised his leg and said side by side 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 which aspects?"
"Talk a little more." Song Xuanhe mentioned the most obvious one, and then asked what he wanted to ask the most: "And become special..."
He found an adjective, but under Xiao Yuanmu's slightly curious gaze, the adjective that came to his lips was not easy to say.
So, he could only say: "In short, it is very different from before."
Xiao Yuanmu: "Because you talk too much?"
"Not all." Song Xuanhe said, "For example, you would never say something like 'waiting for you is not a waste of time' before."
Xiao Yuanmu frowned slightly: "You don't like it?"
"Should I like it?" Song Xuanhe asked back.
Xiao Yuanmu paused, carefully observed Song Xuanhe's expression for a few seconds, and concluded at the beginning: "You like it."
Song Xuanhe: ...
"What makes you think I like it." As he spoke, Song Xuanhe had a flash of inspiration and asked, "Who taught you to speak like this?"
Xiao Yuanmu turned his head, resumed his original pace and speed, and said indifferently: "Why do you think it's someone who taught me, not what I want to say."
"Because you say this now, it shows that you can be guided by someone." Song Xuanhe turned his eyes to look at Xiao Yuanmu's calm side face, raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it Louis?"
Xiao Yuanmu asked: "Why do you think it's him?"
"Who else is there besides him?" Song Xuan said softly, "It can't be Yang Jie."
Xiao Yuanmu: "Louis."
Facing Xiao Yuanmu who betrayed Louis so quickly, Song Xuanhe suddenly felt a little sympathetic to 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 Louis was your friend." Song Xuanhe said sympathetic words in a gloating tone: "I believe he thinks the same way. The ideas between you are not equal, and he might 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 suddenly became 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 equal." Xiao Yuanmu said: "But this does not affect our relationship and future."