Why do that
Sitting in the ward, Song Xuanhe was still thinking about the question Xiao Yuanmu asked a week ago.
When the light of the truck made his eyes go black for a moment, his mind went blank for a moment, and then he remembered the part when Xiao Yuanmu got into a car accident. The author described that part in great detail, from time to place, and then From the tragic situation of the car accident, every word constitutes a frame of picture, which is projected in Song Xuanhe's mind.
During those few seconds, he suddenly thought of Xiao Yuanmu before he was pushed to buy porridge. That was the last time he saw Xiao Yuanmu who he was familiar with. At this moment, it suddenly appeared in his mind: If there is a second chance, will he continue to follow the plot as before
He didn't think of the answer, just unconsciously, the hand holding the steering wheel changed direction.
They all avoided death, which is already the best answer.
"Brother Song, your apples have no flesh, only pits!"
The crisp voice interrupted Song Xuanhe's thoughts. He glanced at the pitted apple in his hand, put down the fruit knife with a guilty conscience, and said to the little girl next to him with a serious face: "This is for practicing hands, isn't it My real level."
The little girl blinked and asked him: "Why do you need to practice hand peeling apples? What is your brother's real level? Can you peel apples very well like Brother Yuanmu?"
The old man on the hospital bed interrupted the little girl, and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that there is a gift you want to give to Brother Song? We will be discharged from the hospital later, and you can give it to Brother Song now."
The little girl suddenly twitched, she slowly got up from the bed lying on her stomach, and then moved a little bit to the side of the sofa with a small schoolbag next to her, took out a picture from the schoolbag, and handed it to the girl nervously and shyly. Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe finished the apple in two or three bites, wiped his hands and took the little girl's painting. Seeing a group of stick figures dancing wildly on it, he thought for a long time and decided to start from a childlike perspective, and said, "These people... are playing games?"
The little girl blinked, blushed and shook her head.
Song Xuanhe observed carefully again, but he couldn't see any key information from these stick figures at all. Thinking of the little girl who had just entered the first grade and was still wearing a red scarf around her neck, he said again: "These stick figures, aren't they , These people are raising the flag? The first two are the flag raisers?"
"That's not true." The little girl puffed up her face, pointed to the two flag-raisers at the front, and said, "This is Brother Song, and this is Brother Yuan Mu. This is your marriage! Everyone else is celebrating for 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: "Married?"
"That's right, I hope Brother Song and Brother Yuanmu get married soon!" The little girl's voice was crisp, her eyes were sparkling, 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 what the little girl said, and said indifferently: "The formalities are all done, grandma, we can leave after packing up."
Seeing Xiao Yuanmu's eyes sweeping over here, Song Xuanhe felt that the painting in his hand seemed a little hot, he moved his body calmly to cover Xiao Yuanmu's sight, and thanked the orphanage Children are very afraid of Xiao Yuanmu, and usually they will not take the initiative to talk to him.
However, the little girl did stop talking, but Xiao Yuanmu came over, saw the painting in his hand and asked casually: "What is this?"
"Yuanyuan's gift to Xiao Song." The dean smiled and said, "We have packed up, let's go now."
Xiao Yuanmu didn't ask any more questions, and carefully supported the dean to walk ahead.
Song Xuanhe, who was held by Yuanyuan, walked behind, looking at Xiao Yuanmu who was bending over to support the dean in front, feeling a little complicated.
A week ago, when Xiao Yuanmu restrained the chill all over his body, got along with the dean like the most ordinary grandparents, and took care of the dean himself, Song Xuanhe was still a little surprised. After a week passed, he also Gradually realize how important the dean is to 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 Haishi, but now the dean has recovered, and Xiao Yuanmu has not been forced to leave his hometown by the situation. Changes have taken place, and later clear developments have become blurred.
Song Xuanhe didn't know whether this was good or bad for him, at least he didn't do anything that would make him regret.
After sending the dean and Yuanyuan back to the orphanage, the dean took Song Xuanhe's hand and asked him to stay for dinner. After getting along for a week, she liked this young man who had a good impression before even more.
A few days ago, she saw that Xiao Yuanmu was 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 then for a few days, whenever he had time, he would come over.
Thinking that this week Song Xuanhe is not good at but still earnestly doing what he can help. The children in the orphanage like him very much, and the dean is very satisfied. Most importantly, she can feel that Song Xuanhe For Xiao Yuanmu, it was different.
The dean thought, these two children were too shy, and they didn't show any intimacy that couples should have in front of her, and they even had very little communication. As a result, Xiao Song, who was originally a cheerful and lively child, became a lot more cautious.
"Yuan Mu, Xiao Song hasn't been to your room yet, you take him to have a look, and I'll call you after dinner." The dean smiled.
"No need for the dean." Song Xuanhe grabbed Yuanyuan who wanted to run in to find his little friend and said, "Yuanyuan just said to let me play with her, right?"
Yuanyuan frowned and looked at Song Xuanhe, she didn't say this sentence, maybe Brother Song remembered it wrong.
"Brother Song, Yuanyuan didn't..."
"Yes." Song Xuanhe said categorically: "When you gave me the painting just now, you said that I would play with you, but you forgot."
Yuanyuan opened her eyes wide, she felt that she might really have misremembered, she nodded in a daze: "I seem to ask Brother Song to play with me."
"Yuanyuan went to the hospital after school today and hasn't done her homework yet." The dean said, "It's time for dinner later, Yuanyuan can't let Brother Song play with you, you have to do your homework first."
"Yes, I still have a page of arithmetic problems to do." Yuanyuan nodded again, looked at Song Xuan with some confusion and said: "Brother Song, I can't play with you today, I have to do my homework, you and Brother Yuanmu Together… "
"Brother will teach you to do your homework." Song Xuanhe said with a smile, "Brother is very good at drawing, and I will teach you how to draw after finishing your homework."
Yuanyuan's eyes lit up, and she turned to look at the dean.
The dean glanced at Xiao Yuanmu who hadn't spoken from the beginning to the end, sighed inwardly, and said, "Then let Brother Yuanmu and Brother Song teach you to do your homework, and eat after finishing."
Yuanyuan's happy expression became anxious again, the children in the orphanage were a little afraid of Xiao Yuanmu, and she was naturally no exception.
She shrank towards the dean: "I can write it myself. Brother Song and Brother Yuanmu go to visit the room together. Yuanyuan doesn't disturb Brother Song and Brother Yuanmu's date."
I didn't expect my teammates to rebel so quickly. Song Xuanhe wanted to struggle for a while, but Xiao Yuanmu took his hand and said to the dean: "I will take him to my room, grandma, go back and rest for a while. meeting."
The smile on the dean's face became more kind. She looked at the two holding hands and nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, grandma, go to rest. You take Xiao Song to visit slowly, and show him the photos of you when you were young. Don't rush to eat."
Xiao Yuanmu's tone can be called docile: "Okay."
The dean led Yuanyuan away, and Xiao Yuanmu also led Song Xuanhe to his room.
Song Xuanhe originally wanted to find an excuse to slip away, but after seeing this poor and poor room no matter what world he was in, he couldn't speak anymore.
Xiao Yuanmu let go of Song Xuanhe's hand and walked in by himself. He was tall and slender, appearing in this room that might not even have five square meters, making the space even more cramped.
Probably all creatures will unconsciously show an unguarded expression when they arrive at the lair where they can sleep soundly. 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 two windows with glass in the cross-shaped wooden frame. The tall and dense old trees stretched out their branches and buds outside the window, and they were also green in late autumn. The natural light outside the window came in, Small rooms become visually brighter and more spacious.
Xiao Yuanmu picked up a book that was still open on the table, and turned to look at Song Xuanhe who was standing at the door: "You probably haven't seen such a small room before."
Song Xuanhe didn't make a sound, but nodded.
He has never seen such a small room. Even in the hardest time, he has never suffered any material hardships, but since the moment his mother passed away, there has been no house or room. It can make him show Xiao Yuanmu's soft expression with a hint of nostalgia.
Because, nowhere is his home. Whether it's this world, or the world he wants to go back to.
"This is my favorite book." Xiao Yuanmu looked down at the book in his hand, with the corners of his mouth slightly bent, and his clear tone was softer than Song Xuanhe had ever heard before: "It is also the only one I have ever received. birthday present."
Song Xuanhe's gaze involuntarily fell on the book in Xiao Yuanmu's hand, the pages of which were already yellow. Even though the distance was not too far, he couldn't see the contents of the book clearly because of the angle of view. Judging from the colorful title page, it should not be a classic book.
Noticing Song Xuanhe's gaze, Xiao Yuanmu reached out and handed the book over. The distance between him and Song Xuanhe who was standing at the door was only a single bed. And just take one step forward to get that book.
Song Xuanhe didn't take the book directly, but raised his eyes to look at Xiao Yuanmu who was in front of the window. It was already dusk, the soft sunlight behind him blurred the cold and sharp breath around him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth made him His whole body warmed up, as if he was approachable and approachable.
He stared blankly at Xiao Yuanmu, at this moment he suddenly realized a very obvious fact that he had been denying before—Xiao Yuanmu before rebirth and Xiao Yuanmu after rebirth were always the same person.
It was he who distinguished them subjectively, subjectively used the description in the book to observe and think about Xiao Yuanmu after his rebirth, and then subjectively came to the conclusion that Xiao Yuanmu is now full of hatred, cold-blooded, ruthless, and gloomy.
Obviously the Xiao Yuanmu in front of him used to get along with Song Xuan in the book, but when he was reborn in this world, he didn't hurt and revenge him immediately, but chose to observe and think about the difference between him and the original owner, but he was knowing Xiao Yuan The moment Mu was reborn here from the world in the book, he drew a one-sided conclusion in his heart.
It's not fair.
Xiao Yuanmu saw his own figure in Song Xuanhe's clean eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He also saw the change in his expression, and the sudden disappearance of his eyes looking at him after he came back to his senses. Many conflicts.
Could it be... Song Xuanhe felt that he had a miserable life when he was a child, so now he suddenly sympathized with him
Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyebrows, his smile deepened, and he waved the book in his hand. Seeing Song Xuanhe looked over, he restrained his smile, and said in a low voice: "Although this book is donated to the orphanage , It was not a separate birthday gift for me, but it was sent to us on my birthday, so... I took this book as my present."
Song Xuanhe pursed his lips, frowned subconsciously, after taking 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? "
"Yes." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly, "This is the only extra-curricular book that belongs to me."
Song Xuanhe pursed his lips tighter. He set his eyes on the book and was about to say something. After reading the contents of the book, his expression suddenly became a little strange. After a while, he hesitated and said: " You... like this book very much?"
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at the book in his hand, and hummed without changing his expression.
Song Xuanhe looked at the illustrations in the book, coughed and asked again: "Which story do you like the most?"
"This is what you see now."
Song Xuanhe looked at the mermaid sitting on the reef in the illustration, and the name of the story on the margin of the book—the daughter of the sea.
"I... When I was young, I also liked storybooks and cartoons." Song Xuanhe couldn't help laughing twice, met Xiao Yuanmu's rare non-cold gaze, and his voice lowered: "I like Bass light years..."
"The painting in your hand was given to you by Yuanyuan?"
Suddenly, Xiao Yuanmu changed the subject.
Song Xuanhe's hand holding the storybook froze, looked at the picture under the storybook, and concealedly stuffed the picture under the book, saying: "Yes, she drew a picture casually, saying that she is thanking me In the past few days, I have come to see the dean and play with her."
Xiao Yuanmu's gaze fell on the painting, and he asked, "Can you show me?"
"It doesn't seem very good." Seeing that Xiao Yuanmu's eyes didn't move away from the painting, Song Xuanhe had a flash of inspiration, and said nonsense: "Actually, Yuanyuan suddenly had the inspiration to raise the flag this morning, and she is especially envious of the flag raising on the stage. She drew this painting, and she said that she would also like to raise the flag on stage in the future, this painting hides her dream, and I don’t think it’s good for people to see it 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 about it."
Seeing Xiao Yuanmu's gentle expression again, Song Xuanhe nodded slightly.
Xiao Yuanmu looked around and introduced many things in this small room.
Every piece of furniture and every decoration here seems to have a special emotion in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes. When he talked about it, his clear voice was like a trickling stream in a summer evening, and every word carried a slight warmth that soaked in people's hearts. meaning.
When he took out the photo album, the setting sun slanting west outside the window had only left its rays, and long shadows cast out in the dimly lit room. The young people sitting together looked closely at the already blurred photos with their heads together. .
At the moment when the sunlight finally faded, Xiao Yuanmu closed the photo album. Through the dim light, he looked at Song Xuanhe who also raised his head. The two were startled, and then looked away at the same time.
The room became silent, and the sound of children laughing outside was particularly obvious.
Xiao Yuanmu suddenly asked: "I found that you seem to be afraid of me, why?"
Song Xuanhe's eyelashes trembled, he raised his chin and looked at the branches outside the window, and denied, "Why should I be afraid of you."
"Really?" Xiao Yuanmu said this in a low voice with unknown meaning, then got up and said: "Let's go, we should be ready to eat now."
The two walked out of the room one after the other, and Yuanyuan, who came to call for someone after playing around for a long time, ran over and slammed into Song Xuanhe's arms.
Xiao Yuanmu held Song Xuanhe's shoulders, looked down at the little girl who was holding him, and said in a cold voice, "Don't run around."
Yuanyuan pursed her lips in aggrieved manner, but she didn't dare to talk back to Xiao Yuanmu, so she let go of Song Xuanhe, took his hand consciously, and said, "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?"
"Finish." Yuanyuan led her bouncingly ahead, smiling brightly: "The homework is very simple, I'll finish it in a while, that's why the dean's grandma asked me to call you."
Xiao Yuanmu looked at the two holding hands in front of him, and interjected lightly: "Then why are you here so late."
Yuanyuan's bouncing footsteps paused, and she said a little guilty and timidly: "Because, because when I came to call you just now, I found that the dishes were not completely ready, so I wanted to wait until the dishes were completely ready before calling you."
"I'm not playful." Yuanyuan pulled 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 looked at the photo album, didn't blink: "It's okay to call us when the food is ready."
Only then did Yuanyuan feel relieved, and led Song Xuan and Bounce to the cafeteria.
At this time, most of the children had already finished their meal, and the dean and other teachers who had just finished their work were sitting on the small table in the cafeteria. Seeing Song Xuan and them coming, the dean waved: "I have called you here a long time ago. , why did you come so late, the food is cold."
When Xiao Yuanmu and Song Xuanhe sat down, she handed them the prepared meal and scolded Xiao Yuanmu: "Xiao Song doesn't know the dinner time in the courtyard, don't you know? It's so late, Xiao Song You must be hungry."
"He's not hungry."
The dean and other teachers looked at Xiao Yuanmu at the same time, only to see him say indifferently: "He just said it himself."
"I... I'm really not hungry." Song Xuanhe looked away from the dishes on the table, smiled and said to the dean: "Dean, you don't need to fill me with so much food, I'm not very hungry now."
The dean shook his head when he heard the words: "Boys of your age must have a lot of food, so what if you don't eat so much, you should eat first, and then talk about it when you can't finish it."
Just as Song Xuanhe was about to nod, he heard Yuanyuan who was sitting next to him say, "Brother Song, Yuanyuan is hungry, give Yuanyuan the food you can't eat."
Song Xuanhe: ...
Song Xuanhe smiled and moved the rice in the bowl a little bit, and said, "Eat more."
Seeing Song Xuanhe and Yuanyuan getting along harmoniously, the dean smiled even deeper, and said, "Eat quickly, we will add more later."
Song Xuanhe just said that he wasn't hungry, so of course he wouldn't add more, so he finished the little rice in his bowl before long, then looked at Xiao Yuanmu who was still eating slowly, and Yuanmu who was eating with gusto. round.
Yuanyuan raised her face from the bowl and said with a smile, "Brother Song, you've finished eating. I'll play with you when I finish eating too."
My brother doesn't want to play, my brother just wants to eat more.
With a smile on his face, Song Xuanhe shook his head and said, "I'm going to leave after eating, and I'll play with you when I see you next time."
Yuanyuan nodded in disappointment, but said sensiblely, "Then Brother Song will play with Yuanyuan next time."
Xiao Yuanmu also finished his meal at this time, he wiped his mouth, saw Yuanyuan who was still walking to eat, he seemed to just casually said: "Yuanyuan, the painting you gave Brother Song this afternoon is very good."
Yuanyuan raised her head and looked at Xiao Yuanmu who praised him in disbelief. After seeing that the sentence was really what he said, she grinned big on her face and said, "That's what I gave to Brother Song and Brother Yuanmu." , when you get married, Yuanyuan will draw another picture for you."
Song Xuanhe: "Yuanyuan, don't talk while eating, be careful of choking."
Yuanyuan gave an obedient oh, and continued eating.
However, Xiao Yuanmu seemed a little puzzled, and asked, "Draw another picture when you get married?"
"What I drew was Brother Song and Brother Yuanmu getting married." Just now when Xiao Yuanmu praised her, Yuanyuan wasn't too afraid of him for a while, and smiled sweetly: "If Brother Song and Brother Yuanmu can really Just get married."
Xiao Yuanmu: "It's not raising the flag..."
Song Xuan and Huo Di got up and said goodbye to the dean: "Since we're done eating, let's go first."
The dean looked at them with a smile and sent them to the gate of the orphanage.
On the way back, Xiao Yuanmu looked at Song Xuanhe thoughtfully. Song Xuanhe kept his eyes on the front. Thinking of the embarrassment that Xiao Yuanmu was almost exposed on the spot just now, he asked in a very bad tone: " You always look at me, what on earth are you trying to say?"
The corners of Xiao Yuanmu's mouth curled slightly, and he said, "I want to ask you..."
Song Xuanhe interrupted him first: "I don't want to answer."
"I want to ask you if you're not full for dinner. I'll get you a bowl of noodles when I go back." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly, "It's fine if you don't want to eat."
Thinking that he hadn't eaten tomato egg noodles cooked by Xiao Yuanmu for nearly two months, Song Xuanhe, who was always flexible in front of delicious food, became very fast: "I want to eat it."
The author has something to say: Xiao Yuanmu: If you don't want to eat me, forget it.
Song Xuanhe: I want to eat!