"What does this have to do with you?"
Song Xuanhe thought that Xiao Yuanmu was going to ask him why his portrait was in his notebook, but he didn't expect to ask him about the design drawings. The young master Song, who was a little guilty at first, raised his waist and raised his chin in a full manner. confident.
Xiao Yuanmu didn't miss the guilty conscience that flashed in Song Xuanhe's eyes. He looked at him and said slowly, "I just thought those design drawings were too amazing, so I asked."
Song Xuanhe's eyes lit up, his dark eyes almost burst into light, and the end of his eyes curled up uncontrollably.
When he learned to draw, besides being able to meditate, the biggest reason was that the teacher in the art room of his school squatted at the door of his classroom every day, and kept saying that he could not waste his talent and could not miss him. In the future, he may become a generation of calligraphy and painting masters good seedlings.
In order for that teacher to make him an art student, his pestering methods can be described as stalking, but because of his status in the Painting and Calligraphy Association, the other teachers in the class can't speak harshly, only that Song Xuanhe is also studying Good materials are not suitable for learning art. Art should be left to those students who are not suitable for learning.
As soon as the words came out, the teacher exploded on the spot. He pulled out the masters of the domestic painting and calligraphy circles and slipped away, emphasizing their artistic attainments and their corresponding literary qualifications. Song Xuanhe told him earnestly and earnestly, how important a person's talent is, and wasting talent would be condemned by God.
Young Master Song in the second stage of middle school has nothing else, but he likes people to praise him. Although he used to prefer people to praise him for his good physics, mathematics and fighting skills, but the studio teacher's way of boasting is very exaggerated, but Because of his extraordinarily excited expression, he seemed extraordinarily sincere.
Young Master Song, who likes to be praised by others, felt very comfortable at the time, and suddenly felt that this slovenly old man has a good eye, and if he learns to paint with him, maybe he can be praised so much every day, what a fun day it is what.
So Song Xuanhe just agreed, but for the next three years, he lived in dire straits, not to mention praising him, the studio teacher burned incense instead of glaring at him all day long and punished him, which can be described as a blow Song Xuanhe's enthusiasm.
It’s just that Song Xuanhe hopes to do the best in everything he does, and he never has the habit of giving up halfway, especially when he paints and finds that painting is really interesting, so he hopes that people can recognize his paintings and praise him sincerely , so more and more time and energy are invested in painting.
It took almost two years for the studio teacher to go from blowing his beard and staring to nodding with a stern face. However, when the teacher knew that Song Xuan and the university planned to study fashion design instead of traditional Chinese painting or oil painting as he thought, he changed back to blowing his nose and staring Plus hate iron but not steel.
At that time, they all knew about Song Xuanhe's family background that other students could not follow the path of pure art, but Song Xuanhe's family property was indeed enough to support him, but no matter how talented he was, there was no reason for the teacher to force students to major, so Although the studio teacher was disappointed, there was nothing he could do.
Later, when Song Xuanhe went to college, although the teacher treated him very well, no one praised him as bluntly and sincerely as the original studio teacher. This made him very disappointed. While feeling disappointed, he also focused on improving himself. I hope that what I like can be recognized by others.
It wasn't until one time when he went abroad for an exchange, that he was accepted by a top brand master in Italy by chance, and after two years of keeping a low profile under his disciples, he held his first press conference, which was also his first show, which made him never again. Lack of praise and wonder.
However, all of these disappeared after he entered this world.
Although long after Song Xuanhe established the design studio, he no longer hoped to believe in himself through the approval and praise of others like when he was young, but who can resist the praise and appreciation from the heart of others
Song Xuanhe pressed the corners of his mouth, even though his eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, his tone was very calm: "Those design drawings were not designed for anyone, but they were drawn on a whim."
Seeing Song Xuanhe who subtly changed his tone and attitude in almost a second, Xiao Yuanmu himself didn't realize that the coldness in his eyes was melting, but instead stared at him, and said lightly: "In that case, you Why did you draw my portrait on the notebook you used to draw design drawings."
"When drawing pictures, I want to change my mind on a whim."
Even if Young Master Song, who was 15 or 16 years old, was praised so much, even if he was happy in his heart, he was praised for a month before softening his attitude. Now that he is five or six years older, how could he say anything because of Xiao Yuanmu? The compliment made her so happy that she couldn't figure it out, so the happy expression only lasted for a few seconds before returning to normal.
After all, Song Xuanhe didn't forget that when Xiao Yuanmu called him a few days ago and asked him to pay to help the director of the orphanage, he even ridiculed him.
As long as Xiao Yuanmu's mind is not broken, it is impossible to praise him calmly and without grudges at this time, not to mention that this big guy is famous for his revenge.
[Big brother also has a moody expression, brother.]The system suddenly made a sound, expressing its own opinion and disapproval of Song Xuanhe's disapproval of seeing people with colored glasses: [Maybe the boss just thinks your drawing is so good and wants to praise you. Why do you humans not believe it so much? compatriots.]
[A compatriot who will chase me down in the future, wishing that my life would be worse than death? ] Song Xuanhe asked blankly.
[sorry.]The system closed its mouth, [Excuse me.]
"I remember that you don't seem to have studied fashion design." Xiao Yuan's eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to see the bottom of his heart from Song Xuanhe's eyes, "Why is your design drawing not as good as those famous designers?" Difference?"
Song Xuanhe had already thought that Xiao Yuanmu might ask him this question when he picked up his notebook, so when he suddenly heard him speak, instead of panicking, he raised his lips and squinted at him and said, "I'm not here." What I have learned in school does not mean that I have not learned it elsewhere, do you think you know me well?"
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were cold and sharp. Seeing Song Xuanhe raised his chin without any guilty expression, he hesitated for a while. He really didn't know Song Xuanhe well enough, especially after he discovered that the memories of the two lives were completely different. They all began to think about whether they had really known this young man who forced him to nirvana in the first place.
However, through this period of contact, he found that although Song Xuanhe's likes and dislikes were almost on his face, and he didn't bother to hide it at all, but when he really wanted to hide something, his clear and clean eyes like washing, It has become his most beneficial help, almost seeing his eyes that can see the bottom at a glance, it is difficult to doubt the authenticity of his words.
Undisguised likes and dislikes and thoughts that really want to hide are mixed together, true and false and straightforward, Song Xuanhe has the ability to make people believe every word he says, because no one can understand from his Peek into the true and false.
Will such a cunning little fox let himself end up like what he saw in his last life
Xiao Yuanmu didn't believe it, the light hidden in the bottom of his eyes flickered slightly, he didn't need to pay too much attention, as time would let him see the traces in a short time.
"I want to tell you." Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes returned to calm, and his tone was extremely calm: "I don't need to be sneaky if I want to paint, as long as you don't use it for commercial use, I can't sue you for infringement." portrait rights."
After finishing speaking, Xiao Yuanmu didn't look at Song Xuanhe's expression and got into the car that had just parked on the side of the road, leaving Song Xuanhe standing there with a dazed expression on his face. Why did he feel that Xiao Yuanmu really didn't seem to hold grudges against him? Last time I didn't lend him money and insulted him.
"Could it be that I really judge a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart?" Song Xuanhe murmured, but just after thinking about it, he denied his own thoughts. Xiao Yuanmu is not a magnanimous person. Maybe he was holding back some big move.
For example, the evidence of the Song family has been captured, waiting for the opportunity to hand it over to the opponent of the Song family, and counting the time, it seems that the time when the Li Song family will be attacked by the opponent is not far away.
Xiao Yuanmu, who was sitting in the car, didn't know what Song Xuanhe was thinking, and he was unwilling to pay attention to Song Xuanhe at the moment.
Yes, he has discovered that his attention to Song Xuanhe seems to be too high.
Even if it is to find some interesting truths, even if it is for a little pleasure, or even if it is to completely silence the memory before rebirth, even if all these things add up, it shouldn't take him too much away. attention.
What he really needs to focus on is the bloody storm that will be caused in the Xiao family in the future, and the preparations he should make before going to the Xiao family. All of these are far from being comparable to Song Xuanhe.
Xiao Yuanmu withdrew his gaze from the window, closed his eyes and suppressed the messy thoughts that shouldn't have arisen.
After Song Xuanhe returned home, he saw Song Guochao with a dark face as expected.
When he saw Song Xuanhe entering the door, his already dark face was almost dripping with water. Although Li Nian'an next to him felt that it was inappropriate for his son to be a girl in front of so many people, he couldn't see Song Guochao showing his face.
So she said: "He Bao, tell your mother, who did you have an appointment for dinner, and you didn't hear anything about it."
Before Song Xuanhe could open his mouth, Song Guochao snorted coldly: "Who else can he know? Likes gather together and people are divided into groups. Those who can get along with him are all punks of the highest rank. Everyone who can be promising, that is, He doesn't remember who he is, and he lowers himself to mingle with those scum."
Li Nian'an frowned, and just about to speak to protect the calf, Song Xuanhe said: "I've also heard that the black man who is close to ink, my father sleeps in the same bed with someone like Zhang Xiuya all the year round, and the effect is really extraordinary."
When this matter was brought up, Song Guochao became very angry. He didn't expect that Song Xuanhe would hardly let go of Zhang Xiuya's arrest. Not only did he disrespect him at home, but he dared to contradict him in front of the whole company. Dare to say it again.
"No matter what happens between me and others, I'm still your father!" Song Guochao stood up, pointed at Song Xuanhe's nose, and said, "I don't know what I did in my previous life to be condemned by God to give birth to such a beast. I knew you It looks like this now, I should have broken your neck when you were born!"
Song Xuanhe sneered, didn't Song Guochao break the original owner's neck in another way
He really doesn't like the original owner's kind of arrogant, domineering, brainless idiot who likes to do evil, but Song Guochao, who deliberately raised the original owner like that, put his own child to death and stood on the moral high ground, is the real one. People hate.
Compared with the original owner, such a person deserves more retribution.
Li Nian'an couldn't sit still when she heard what Song Guochao said. She stood up and said without showing weakness: "My son is a beast, so what are you? Let me tell you, this is the last time I will tolerate you treating my son like this. Next time, I will develop a press conference to announce the transfer of shares in public, I want to see, what ability do you have to show off in front of my son by then!"
Li Nian'an's words can be said to be a three-inch snake. What Song Guochao cared about most in his life was his birth and his superiority. He was born to look down on those struggling people, thinking that he and them were two levels of existence, but now Li Nian'an threatened him to destroy his most important thing, he could bear it so much.
However, he, who has no real power, can't bear it now and can only bear it.
Song Guochao's face turned blue and purple. Mr. Song, who had been standing on the second floor for a long time, came downstairs, glanced at Auntie, and said lightly, "Let's serve dinner."
Song Xuanlin, who had been sitting reading the newspaper, also stood up, went to Song Yansong's side to support him, and the master who had sent him to the dining table sat down beside him.
Without saying a word, Song Yansong didn't say anything until the servant came forward to take away the tableware: "The Dilbalo will dock in Nanshi in a few days. Our Song family has three invitation letters. Let's join in the fun, these three invitations will be divided between you father and son."
Song Guochao was taken aback for a moment, and then there was a burst of ecstasy. The Dirbarlow is one of the most luxurious cruise ships in the world, but this is nothing. The most powerful people in the world are eligible to enter, which means that he is very likely to find a chance to stand up there.
"I don't care about the conflict between you and Nian'an." Song Yansong looked at his son who didn't know what he was thinking, and said in a deep voice: "The two of you must show harmony in this auction, I don't need your affection Plus, at least treat me like a guest in front of outsiders. Even if the stock market turmoil is resolved this time, the outside world is holding a wait-and-see attitude and waiting to find out what is true about the Song family. This time, I want you to solve this problem for me thoroughly!"
Song Yansong's words almost completely shattered Song Guochao's fantasy. If he really wanted to do something, he had to avoid Li Nian'an, but Mr. Song's words put an end to all his thoughts.
"Dad!" Song Guochao looked up. The man who was nearly fifty years old was still cautious when facing his father who had been domineering all his life. "Isn't the company's matter settled? , how to entertain."
Song Yansong's expression darkened. What he hated the most was that the only son couldn't get on the stage and flinched. If he dared to slap the table and say no, he would give him a high look. It's a pity that his only son was ambitious, but he didn't have the slightest connection with him. Courage and wisdom equipped with ambition.
With his appearance, not to mention the mature and steady elder grandson, even the bold and vigorous younger grandson is incomparable in the slightest.
Song Yansong secretly sighed. In fact, compared with his eldest grandson Song Xuanlin, he was more optimistic about his younger grandson Song Xuanhe. The Song family has been stable for too long now, and it is a bit self-styled. Song Guochao can't see it, but he knows that the Song family is in the industry. In fact, its influence has been decreasing.
At this time, what the Song family needs is not a successful person holding the family fortune, but an aggressive attacker. Only in this way can the Song family go further. Before, he was a little hesitant because Song Xuanhe acted too impulsively. But during this period of time, he clearly saw the progress of his little grandson, but he really didn't seem to have that kind of thought.
Forget it, Song Xuanhe is still too young to inherit the family business. After a few years, maybe he can change his mind.
"Do whatever I ask you to do." Song Yansong said in a cold tone, "There is no need for you to go up to socialize in the company now, you just need to let everyone know that the Song family and the Li family are stable, and you don't need anything else. You are worried."
From get off work to now, Song Guochao has been stunned in almost every breath he took. When Song Yansong finished speaking and went upstairs, he pushed the stool and stood up, gouged out Song Xuanhe with extremely cold eyes, and didn't look back. Upstairs.
Li Nian'an patted Song Xuanhe's arm, signaling that he didn't need to pay more attention to Song Guochao.
Song Xuanhe smiled at Li Nian'an, glanced at Song Xuanlin, who had stayed out of the matter from beginning to end, and also got up and went back to the room.
Lying on the bed, Song Xuanhe looked at the soft moonlight outside the window, raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, and said, "Song Xuanhe is really miserable in this family, I feel sorry for him."
The more he lived in the Song family, the more clearly Song Xuanhe felt the influence that the original owner's living environment could have on him. Everything he did to Xiao Yuanmu was indeed inexhaustible, but there must be a so-called hateful person. The pitiful thing, the original owner is really a very poor person.
[He has done so many bad things.]The system slowly said: [Readers don't think he deserves sympathy.]
The curvature of the corners of Song Xuanhe's mouth remained unchanged. Whether a person deserves sympathy is a very subjective issue. He doesn't need to discuss it with anyone. After all, even if it is him, it is undeniable that even if he has a little sympathy for the original owner, Nor can it erase the disgust that arose after knowing what the original owner had done.
However, he suddenly felt a little sad. There are actually too many faces in a person. There is no definite number of good and evil, but there are more evil faces than good faces. Probably because he has endured more malice than good intentions.
Just like Xiao Yuanmu, isn't it because of the overflowing malice that made him become the man whom everyone fears and respects in the book
[You... the one you want to sympathize with is actually Xiao Yuanmu?]The system hesitated.
"There is nothing for him to sympathize with." Song Xuanhe lay relaxed with his hands spread out, closed his eyes and said, "He is high above, strategizing, and controls the fate and even the lifeline of most people. What is there to sympathize with?"
The system fell silent. As an AI that thinks with data, he really can't understand Song Xuanhe's mood that is neither happy nor sad.
However, it didn't take long for Song Xuanhe to sigh, and the ringtone of his mobile phone interrupted the black and white design drawing he was pondering in his mind because of his life perception.
"Young master." Zhang Chao's voice came, "You asked me to pay attention to the situation of the head of the orphanage. Someone went to visit her today. Not long after that person went out, a doctor rushed over. She seems Something bad."
Song Xuanhe frowned slightly, and he asked Zhang Chao to stare at the dean just in case, because he remembered that Xiao Yuanmu would hate Song Xuanhe so much in the book, except for Song Xuanhe insulting him, Some people once said that the dean's death was because after Song Xuanhe sent someone to visit, the dean was too excited and died of a cerebral hemorrhage.
At that time, Xiao Yuanmu naturally felt that it was Song Xuanhe who killed the old dean.
Originally, Song Xuanhe also thought that the dean's death might have something to do with the original owner, but there was no such scene in the plot where Song Xuanhe needed to leave. Other people's ideas may be deceiving, but the plot given by the system is not.
So just in case, Song Xuanhe asked Zhang Chao to send someone to watch over there.
Unexpectedly, after only a few days, something really happened.
"How is the situation now?" Song Xuanhe's voice was low. Since the dean sent him to the hospital even though this incident happened, it means that the incident in the book was not an accident at all.
It's just that Song Xuanhe didn't know whether it was someone deliberately targeting Xiao Yuanmu, or trying to frame him, or just the dean's enemy, and finally saw that he didn't dare to stand out except for his life.
"It's still being rescued in the operating room. Mr. Xiao has rushed over and is now outside the operating room."
Song Xuanhe was taken aback, thinking of Xiao Yuanmu who was still asking him about the design a few hours ago, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind, Xiao Yuanmu at this moment should be very helpless and uncomfortable.
After all, the dean may be the only relative in the world he thought.
"Look over there, and call me anytime if you need something." Song Xuanhe sat up, looked at the garden shrouded in darkness, and his heart was covered with gloom, "Also pay attention to Xiao Yuanmu's mood .”
Zhang Chao responded, thinking of Song Xuanhe's attention to Xiao Yuanmu, he hesitated and said: "How about, young master, you can also come to a hospital, I think Mr. Xiao is not in a good mood."
Song Xuanhe pursed his lips slightly, paused before saying, "No, report the situation anytime."
"Okay." Zhang Chao agreed, and then said: "Mr. Xiao picked up the phone, as if he was going to make a call."
Song Xuanhe was slightly stunned, suddenly an inexplicable feeling floated up in his heart, he answered lightly and hung up the phone.
Sure enough, the moment Zhang Chao hung up the phone, the call page appeared on the phone screen again, and the note on it showed Xiao Yuanmu.