"What does this have to do with you?"
Song Xuanhe thought Xiao Yuanmu was going to ask him why there was his portrait in his notebook, but he actually asked about the design drawing. Young Master Song, who was originally feeling a little guilty, straightened his back and raised his chin with full confidence.
Xiao Yuanmu did not miss the flash of guilt in Song Xuanhe's eyes. He looked at him and said slowly, "I just thought those designs were too amazing, so I asked."
Song Xuanhe's eyes suddenly lit up, her dark pupils almost burst with light, and the corners of her eyes curved up uncontrollably.
The biggest reason why he learned to paint, besides being able to calm his mind, was that the art teacher of his school would squat outside his classroom every day, telling him that he must not waste his talent and must not miss out on this good seedling who might become a master of calligraphy and painting in the future.
In order to get him to become an art student, the teacher's harassment tactics could be described as persistent. However, because of his status in the Calligraphy and Painting Association, other teachers in the class could not say anything harsh. They only said that Song Xuanhe was a good student, but not suitable for studying art, and that art should be left to those students who are not so suitable for the study.
As soon as these words were spoken, the teacher exploded on the spot. He puffed his beard and glared at all the masters of domestic calligraphy and painting, and emphasized their artistic attainments and the corresponding literary qualities and academic qualifications. After that, he pulled Song Xuanhe aside and told him earnestly how important a person's talent is, and that wasting talent would bring punishment from God.
The second-year young master Song likes nothing else but being praised. Although he used to prefer being praised for his physics, mathematics and fighting skills, which he was very good at, this studio teacher's way of praising him, although very exaggerated, seemed particularly sincere because of his extremely excited expression.
Young Master Song, who loved being praised, felt very relaxed at the time. He immediately felt that this unkempt old man had great vision and a keen eye for talent. If he learned painting with him, he might be praised by him like this every day. How interesting life would be.
So Song Xuanhe agreed to it. However, in the following three years, he lived in dire straits. Not to mention being praised, the studio teacher was lucky if he didn't glare at him or punish him all day long. This really dampened Song Xuanhe's enthusiasm.
It's just that Song Xuanhe wants to do his best in everything he does and he never has the habit of giving up halfway. Especially when he found that painting is really interesting, he hopes that others can agree with his paintings and praise him sincerely, so he invests more and more time and energy in painting.
It took almost two years for the studio teacher to go from being angry and glaring to nodding with a straight face. However, when the teacher found out that Song Xuanhe planned to study fashion design in college instead of Chinese painting or oil painting as he had thought, he went back to being angry and disappointed with Song Xuan.
At that time, they all knew about Song Xuanhe's family situation. Other students could not pursue a pure artistic path, but Song Xuanhe's family property was indeed enough to support him. Even if he was not talented, there was no reason for a teacher to force a student to choose this major. Therefore, although the studio teacher was disappointed, he could do nothing about it.
Later, Song Xuanhe went to university. Although his teachers were very nice to him, no one praised him as directly and sincerely as his original studio teacher did. This made him very disappointed. At the same time, he focused more on improving himself, hoping that others would recognize the things he liked.
It was not until he went abroad for an exchange that he was accidentally accepted as a disciple by a top brand master in Italy. After keeping a low profile under his tutelage for two years, he held his first press conference. It was also that first show that made him never lack praise and admiration again.
However, all of this disappeared after he came to this world.
Although Song Xuanhe no longer hopes to believe in himself through recognition and praise from others as he did when he was young after he established his design studio, who can resist the sincere praise and appreciation from others?
Song Xuanhe pressed his lips together, even though his eyebrows were slightly curved, his tone was very calm: "Those designs were not designed for anyone, they were just drawn on a whim."
Seeing Song Xuanhe's tone and attitude subtly changed in almost a second, Xiao Yuanmu himself did not realize that the coldness in his eyes was melting. Instead, he stared at him and said lightly: "If that's the case, why did you draw my portrait on the notebook you used to draw design drawings."
"I suddenly felt like changing my mind while I was drawing."
Even though Young Master Song, who was praised to the skies at the age of fifteen or sixteen, was happy in his heart, it took him a month of continuous praise to soften his attitude. Now that he is five or six years older, how could he be so happy that he lost his mind just because of a compliment from Xiao Yuanmu? So that happy expression only lasted for a few seconds before returning to normal.
After all, Song Xuanhe did not forget that he had ridiculed Xiao Yuanmu when he called him a few days ago and asked him to donate money to help the director of the welfare home.
As long as Xiao Yuanmu was not mentally ill, it would be impossible for him to praise him calmly and without any reservations at this time, not to mention that this big guy was famous for his vengeance.
[The boss also has a moody expression, brother.] 】The system suddenly spoke up, expressing its own opinion and its disapproval of Song Xuan and his prejudiced attitude towards others: [Maybe the boss just thinks your painting is so good and wants to praise you. Why do you humans have so little trust in your fellow human beings? 】
[A compatriot who will hunt me down in the future and wish me a life worse than death? 】Song Xuanhe asked expressionlessly.
【sorry. 】The system shut up,【Excuse me. 】
"I remember that you didn't seem to have studied fashion design." Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to see into Song Xuanhe's heart through his eyes, "Why are your designs not worse than those of famous designers?"
Song Xuanhe had thought that Xiao Yuanmu might ask him this when he picked up his notebook, so when he suddenly heard him speak, he was not panicked. Instead, he raised his lips and glanced at him: "Just because I haven't learned something in school doesn't mean I haven't learned it somewhere else. Do you think you know me well?"
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were cold and sharp. Seeing Song Xuanhe raising his chin without any guilty expression, he hesitated for a moment. He really didn't know Song Xuanhe well enough, especially after he found that the memories of the two lives were completely different. He began to wonder whether he had really known this young man who forced him to achieve Nirvana in the first place.
However, through the contact during this period, he found that although Song Xuanhe's likes and dislikes were almost shown on his face and he was too lazy to hide them, when he really wanted to hide something, his eyes, as clear and clean as washed water, became his most advantageous aid. It was almost difficult to doubt the truthfulness of his words when looking at his eyes that could see through things at a glance.
Unconcealed likes and dislikes as well as thoughts that he really wanted to hide were mixed together, true and false but straightforward and clean. Song Xuanhe had the ability to make people believe every word he said, because no one could tell the truth from the falsehood from his eyes.
Would such a cunning little fox allow himself to end up like what he saw in his previous life?
Xiao Yuanmu didn't believe it. The light hidden in his eyes flickered slightly. He didn't need to pay too much attention to it. It wouldn't take long before time would allow him to see the clues.
"I want to tell you." Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes regained their calmness, and his tone was also unusually calm: "You don't need to be sneaky if you want to paint me. As long as you don't use it for commercial purposes, I can't sue you for infringing on your portrait rights."
After saying that, Xiao Yuanmu got into the car that had just parked on the side of the road without even looking at Song Xuanhe's expression, leaving Song Xuanhe standing there in confusion. Why did he feel that Xiao Yuanmu really didn't seem to hold a grudge against him for not lending him money and insulting him last time?
"Am I really judging others by my own standards?" Song Xuanhe murmured. However, as soon as he finished thinking this, he denied his own idea. Xiao Yuanmu was not a magnanimous person. Maybe he was holding back some big tricks.
For example, evidence against the Song family has been obtained and they are waiting for the opportunity to hand it over to the Song family's opponents. Calculating the time, it seems that the time when the Song family will be hit by their opponents is not far away.
Xiao Yuanmu, who was sitting in the car, didn't know what Song Xuanhe was thinking, and at this moment he was unwilling to focus his attention on Song Xuanhe.
Yes, he had discovered that his attention to Song Xuanhe seemed to be a little too much.
Even if it was for the purpose of finding some interesting truths, even for a little pleasure, or even for the purpose of completely silencing the memories before his rebirth, even if all these things were added together, they should not divert too much of his attention.
The bloody storm that will be unleashed in the Xiao family in the future, as well as the preparations that should be made before going to the Xiao family, are what he really needs to focus on. All of this is far from being comparable to Song Xuanhe.
Xiao Yuanmu withdrew his gaze from the window and closed his eyes to suppress the chaotic thoughts that should not have arisen.
After Song Xuanhe returned home, he unexpectedly saw Song Guochao with a gloomy face.
When he saw Song Xuanhe coming in, his already dark face almost sank. Although Li Nian'an next to him felt that it was inappropriate for his son to lose face for a girl in front of so many people, he couldn't bear to see Song Guochao looking at him coldly.
So she said, "Hebao, tell mom who you have an appointment with for dinner. I haven't heard you tell me."
Before Song Xuanhe could speak, Song Guochao snorted coldly: "Who else can he know? Birds of a feather flock together. The people who can hang out with him are all small hooligans from all walks of life. Anyone who can make a living is just him. He forgets his status and lowers himself to hang out with those scum."
Li Nian'an frowned and was about to speak to defend his son when he heard Song Xuanhe say, "I've heard that bad company breeds bad luck. My father has been sleeping in the same bed with people like Zhang Xiuya for many years, and it really has a remarkable effect."
Song Guochao was so angry when this matter was mentioned. He didn't expect that Song Xuanhe would hold on to the matter of Zhang Xiuya and would not let it go. Not only did she not respect him at home, she dared to talk back to him in front of everyone in the company. Now she even dared to bring up this matter again.
"No matter how I am with others, I am still your father!" Song Guochao stood up suddenly, pointed his finger at the tip of Song Xuanhe's nose, and said, "I don't know what I did in my previous life to deserve the punishment of giving birth to a beast like you. If I had known you would be like this, I would 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 didn't like the original owner, who was an arrogant, brainless idiot who liked to do evil. However, Song Guochao, who deliberately raised the original owner to be like that, put his own child to death with his own hands and stood on the moral high ground, was truly disgusting.
Compared to the original owner, people like this deserve retribution more.
Li Nian'an couldn't sit still after hearing what Song Guochao said. She stood up and said without showing any weakness: "My son is a beast, then who are you? I tell you, this is the last time I will tolerate you treating my son like this. If there is a next time, I will hold a press conference to announce the transfer of equity in public. I want to see how you can still show off in front of my son by then!"
Li Nian'an's words were like hitting a snake in the bud. What Song Guochao cared about most in his life was his birth and his superiority. He naturally looked down on those who struggled to survive, and believed that he and they were on two different levels. But now Li Nian'an threatened him to destroy the most important thing to him, and he could tolerate it.
However, he has no real power and can only endure it now.
Song Guochao's face turned purple. Old Master Song, who had been standing on the second floor for a long time, finally came downstairs, glanced at Auntie, and said indifferently: "Let's eat."
Song Xuanlin, who had been sitting aside reading a newspaper, also stood up, walked to Song Yansong, supported him, and walked him to the main seat at the dining table before sitting down next to him.
Song Yansong ate without talking until the servants came forward to take away the tableware. Then he said calmly: "In a few days, the Dilbarro will dock in Nanshi. Our Song family has three invitations. I am old, so I will not join in the fun. These three invitations will be divided among you three, father and son."
Song Guochao was stunned for a moment, then he was ecstatic. The Dilbarro was one of the most luxurious cruise ships in the world, but that was nothing. What really made people yearn for was the Dilbarro auction held every three years. Only the most powerful people in the world were qualified to enter, which meant that he might find a chance to turn things around there.
"I don't care what conflicts you have with Nian'an now." Song Yansong looked at his son who didn't know what he was thinking, and said in a deep voice: "You two must show harmony at this auction. I don't need you to be affectionate, but at least you have to show respect to each other in front of outsiders. Even if the stock market turmoil is resolved this time, the outside world is waiting to find out the truth about the Song family. This time, I want you to solve this problem for me completely!"
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 the thoughts in his mind.
"Dad!" Song Guochao looked up. The man, nearly fifty years old, still spoke with a hint of caution when facing his father who had been strong all his life. "Hasn't the company's affairs been resolved? How can I socialize if I take Li Nian'an with me all the time?"
Song Yansong's expression darkened. What he hated most was his only son's lack of presence and cowardice. If he dared to slam the table and say he disagreed, he would look up to him. Unfortunately, his only son had great ambitions, but he did not have the courage and wisdom to match his ambitions.
In his appearance, he is no match for the mature and steady eldest grandson, or even the bold and sharp-minded younger grandson.
Song Yansong sighed secretly. In fact, he was more optimistic about his younger grandson Song Xuanhe than his older grandson Song Xuanlin. The Song family had been stable for too long and had become somewhat complacent. Song Guochao could not see it, but he knew that the influence of the Song family in the industry had actually been declining.
At this time, what the Song family needs is not a conservative person who holds on to the family business, but an aggressive attacker. Only in this way can the Song family make further progress. 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 grandson, but he really didn't seem to have that intention.
Forget it. Song Xuanhe is still too young and can't calm down to inherit the family business. After a few years, maybe he will change his mind.
"Just do whatever I tell you to do." Song Yansong said in a cold tone, "There is no need for you to go to social events in the company right now. You just need to let everyone know that the Song and Li families are stable. You don't need to worry about anything else."
From the time he got off work until now, Song Guochao had been holding back almost every breath he took. When Song Yansong finished talking about going upstairs, he pushed his stool aside and stood up. He glared at Song Xuanhe with an extremely cold look before going upstairs without looking back.
Li Nian'an patted Song Xuanhe's arm, indicating that he didn't need to pay any 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 stood up and went back to his room.
Lying on the bed, Song Xuanhe looked at the soft moonlight outside the window, raised the corners of his mouth with some sarcasm, and said: "Song Xuanhe is really having a miserable life in this family. I almost feel sorry for him."
The longer Song Xuanhe lived in the Song family, the more clearly he felt the impact of the original owner's living environment on him. What he did to Xiao Yuanmu was indeed irreparable, but as the saying goes, there must be something pitiful about a hateful person, and the original owner was really a completely pitiful person.
He did so many bad things. 】The system said slowly:【Readers do not think he deserves sympathy. 】
Song Xuanhe's raised mouth corners remained unchanged. Whether a person deserved sympathy was a very subjective issue. He didn't need to discuss it with anyone. After all, even he could not deny that even if he had a little sympathy for the original owner, it could not erase the disgust he felt after knowing what the original owner had done.
But he suddenly felt a little sad. In fact, a person has too many sides. There is no fixed number between good and evil, but the evil side outweighs the good side. Perhaps it is because he has endured more malice than kindness.
Just like Xiao Yuanmu, wasn't it the overflowing malice that made him become the man in the book that everyone distanced themselves from and feared?
[You...actually the person you want to sympathize with is Xiao Yuanmu? 】The system hesitated.
"There's nothing to sympathize with him." Song Xuanhe spread his hands and lay relaxed, closing his eyes and said, "He's high up in the sky, making all the decisions, controlling the fate and even the lifeblood of most people. What's there to sympathize with?"
The system fell silent. As an AI that thinks with data, it really couldn't understand Song Xuanhe's current mood, which was neither happy nor sad.
However, Song Xuanhe didn't have time to sigh for long, as his cell phone rang, interrupting the black and white design drawings he was pondering in his mind because of his insights into life.
"Young Master." Zhang Chao's voice came, "You asked me to keep an eye on the director of the welfare home. Someone went to visit her today. Not long after that person left, a doctor rushed over. She seemed to be in a bad condition."
Song Xuanhe frowned slightly. He asked Zhang Chao to keep an eye on the dean just in case, because he remembered that Xiao Yuanmu hated Song Xuanhe so much in the book. In addition to Song Xuanhe's insults to him, someone also said that the dean died because Song Xuanhe sent someone to visit him, and the dean was too excited and died of cerebral hemorrhage and failed to be rescued.
At that time, Xiao Yuanmu naturally thought 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. However, this scene was not included in the plot that Song Xuanhe needed to follow. Other people’s thoughts might be deceiving, but the plot given by the system would not.
So just in case, Song Xuanhe asked Zhang Chao to send someone to keep an eye on that place.
Unexpectedly, just a few days later, something really happened.
"What's the situation now?" Song Xuanhe's voice was slightly deep. Since the dean was sent to the hospital, even if this incident still happened, it meant that the incident in the book was not an accident at all.
However, Song Xuanhe was not sure whether someone was deliberately targeting Xiao Yuanmu or trying to frame him, or whether the person was just the dean's enemy and was afraid to step forward after seeing that human lives were at stake.
"He is still in the operating room. Mr. Xiao has already arrived and is now outside the operating room."
Song Xuanhe was stunned, thinking of Xiao Yuanmu who was asking him about the design drawings a few hours ago. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind: Xiao Yuanmu must be feeling helpless and uncomfortable at this moment.
After all, the dean might be the only relative he thought he had in this world.
"Just keep an eye on that side. If you have any questions, call me anytime." Song Xuanhe sat up and looked at the garden shrouded in darkness. A layer of gloom also covered his heart. "Also pay attention to Xiao Yuanmu's mood."
Zhang Chao responded, thinking of Song Xuanhe's concern for Xiao Yuanmu, he hesitated and said, "How about you come to the hospital too, young master? I think Mr. Xiao doesn't seem to be in a good mood."
Song Xuanhe pursed his lips slightly, paused for a moment, and then said, "No, I'll report the situation at any time."
"Okay." Zhang Chao agreed, and then said: "Mr. Xiao picked up the phone and seemed to be ready to make a call."
Song Xuanhe was slightly stunned, and suddenly an indescribable feeling arose in his heart. He responded faintly and hung up the phone.
Sure enough, the next moment after hanging up Zhang Chao’s call, the call page appeared on the phone screen again, and the note on it showed Xiao Yuanmu.
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