Song Xuanhe took out his 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 draft drawing on it, and then flipped through a few pages. They were all design drafts he had drawn before, one of which was the original drawing of the long windbreaker that was the finale of the "He Feng" debut yesterday.
Song Xuanhe knew very well what he had drawn in his notebook. He flipped through it casually and then closed the sketchbook. It seemed that Xiao Yuanmu had deliberately brought his sketchbook to the United States. The biggest reason for this was probably that the sketch he drew of Xiao Yuanmu made him look better than the real person.
Thinking of this, Song Xuanhe wanted to look at the sketch he drew for Xiao Yuanmu again.
Compared to color, sketching is his weak point, but the one of Xiao Yuanmu is one of his rare masterpieces.
Song Xuanhe opened the sketchbook again and flipped through it according to his memory, but he didn't see the sketch he had drawn. He frowned. He had used this notebook for a long time and could basically feel the exact page number by touch with his fingers, with a deviation of no more than three pages. However, he had flipped through four or five pages and all were blank.
Didn't Xiao Yuanmu tear up the sketch he drew?
Song Xuanhe flipped through a few pages, but as expected, he couldn't find the sketches he had drawn for Xiao Yuanmu. He closed the notebook and put it back in the drawer. The little yellow dog at my feet finished eating the beef, twisting its butt and wagging its tail. From time to time, it looked at the drawer with longing eyes and hummed softly, and was particularly good at acting coquettishly.
"Stop eating." Song Xuanhe rubbed his head and said earnestly, "You're already so fat, so 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, then called out to Song Xuanhe a few times.
Song Xuanhe pretended not to understand: "Let's go, lose weight."
“Wuwuwu…”
Xiao Huang leaned against the cabinet door and looked at Song Xuanhe, his eyes full of desire.
The fat dog with a fat body and short legs hummed softly, but Song Xuanhe walked out the door unmoved, saying as he walked: "I really can't eat it, and if you still want to eat it, then..."
Halfway through his words, Song Xuanhe suddenly stopped and stared in a daze at the portraits hanging on the wall in front of him - sketches of Xiao Yuanmu that he had drawn, as well as sketches of him that someone else had drawn. There were eight sketches in total, framed and hung on the wall, and each portrait could be found in another one that corresponded very well.
One was a painting he made of Xiao Yuanmu standing by the window looking out, and the other was of himself having afternoon tea in the garden.
This painting of Xiao Yuanmu looking out the window was drawn when he was inspired by the time he saw Xiao Yuanmu looking out the window. He changed the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment into sliding windows, and modified the surrounding furniture for coordination. The only thing that remained unchanged was Xiao Yuanmu's expression and movements.
As for him drinking afternoon tea in another painting, Song Xuanhe believed that he had never been to such a garden, but the table in the garden felt vaguely familiar. However, he could not remember where it was for the time being. But these were not the key points. The key point was that he in the garden was looking at a window, which corresponded to the window in Xiao Yuanmu's painting.
There is no need for many people to guess. Even though these are two separate paintings that are not even hung together, Song Xuanhe believes that most people who see these two paintings can see that the two protagonists in the two paintings are looking at each other.
The same is true for the other six paintings. Each one corresponds to another, and each scene contains another scene. However, anyone can see that these paintings are from two different hands.
Song Xuanhe had some vague guesses about who the authors of the other four paintings were.
[This was painted by Xiao Yuanmu.] 】The system said:【I can analyze the artist based on the brushstrokes and pen-holding habits of each painting. 】
"I know."
Song Xuanhe took a few steps forward to see the paintings more clearly. He swept his eyes across each painting and said with a squinting eye: "He has a strong learning ability. If my teacher saw him, he would definitely praise him for his talent."
“Woof woof woof!”
Perhaps seeing that Song Xuanhe was indifferent, Xiao Huang, who had to settle for the next best thing, gave up the snacks, ran to the living room, brought the rope, and asked Song Xuanhe to take him for a walk.
Song Xuanhe was brought back to his senses by its voice. After taking another look at the painting on the wall, he squatted down to tie the rope for Xiao Huang and took it out the door.
Xiao Huang probably hadn't been out for a long time. As soon as he entered the park, he became excited and ran happily with his tail wagging, forcing Song Xuanhe to speed up and follow him.
In less than half an hour, Song Xuanhe felt more tired than after a two-hour workout 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 refused to move, on their way back.
"Where?"
Hearing Xiao Yuanmu's voice, Song Xuanhe was pulling Xiao Huang up the stairs. They had already pulled it up a few steps, just like training iron. The only difference was that the one being pulled by the rope would twist and groan and struggle.
"Take your fat dog back." Song Xuanhe said unhappily, "How do you usually get it back? I was dragging him along the road, and several people stopped to question me, thinking I was abusing the dog."
Xiao Yuanmu smiled and said, "Tell him there is beef jerky to eat when you go back and he will follow you. The beef jerky is in the first drawer on the left side of my study. You can see it when you open it."
Song Xuanhe paused while pulling Xiao Huang's hand, then pulled it up the last step and said, "Before leaving, it had already eaten in your study."
Xiao Yuanmu pursed his lips nervously when he heard this. Just as he was about to speak, Song Xuanhe asked, "When did you take my sketchbook?"
"I accidentally took the wrong one when I was packing my luggage." Xiao Yuanmu said.
"Is that so?" Song Xuanhe hummed and changed the subject: "What's the matter with you calling me?"
"Ask you 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're willing to come out, you can come to the area near my company. There are many good restaurants here."
"You need to make a reservation for these restaurants," Song Xuanhe said.
Xiao Yuanmu: “No need.”
Song Xuanhe signed up for a restaurant that usually requires reservations at least three months in advance.
"I'll let Yang Jie make the arrangements." Xiao Yuanmu said without hesitation, "When are you coming? Do you want me to pick you up?"
The journey was no more than ten minutes in total, and driving might actually be slower due to traffic jams. Song Xuanhe asked, "Will you come over to pick me up?"
"If you wish."
"No, I'll come right after I drop off your dog."
"I'm waiting for you."
Song Xuanhe sent Xiao Huang back, prepared dog food for it the same way Xiao Yuanmu did yesterday, and then changed his clothes before going out.
Xiao Yuanmu's company was very close to his apartment, and it only took Song Xuanhe six or seven minutes to walk there leisurely. However, he thought he had arrived early, but he didn't expect that Xiao Yuanmu had already been waiting downstairs.
Song Xuanhe said: "I thought you wouldn't waste a minute 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 strand of his face, and said, "Let's go."
Song Xuanhe paused for two seconds before raising his legs to stand shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Yuanmu and said, "I noticed that you have changed a lot in the past ten months."
"Really?" Xiao Yuanmu was somewhat interested and asked him, "In what specific aspects?"
"You've talked a lot." Song Xuanhe mentioned the most obvious thing, 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, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
So, he could only say: "In short, it is very different from before."
Xiao Yuanmu: "Because I talked too much?"
"Not entirely." 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: "You like it."
Song Xuanhe: …
"What makes you think I like it?" Song Xuanhe suddenly had an idea and asked, "Who taught you to talk like that?"
Xiao Yuanmu turned his head, resumed his original pace and speed, and said calmly: "Why do you think that someone else taught me this, instead of me saying this myself?"
"Because now that you said this, it shows that there is someone who can guide you with these things." Song Xuanhe turned his head to look at Xiao Yuanmu's calm face, raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it Louis?"
Xiao Yuanmu asked: "Why do you think it was him?"
"Who else could it be besides him?" Song Xuanhe asked, "It can't be Yang Jie."
Xiao Yuanmu: "Louis."
Faced with Xiao Yuanmu who betrayed Louis so quickly, Song Xuanhe actually felt a little sympathy for Louis for a moment.
Song Xuanhe couldn't help asking, "Is Louis your friend?"
Xiao Yuanmu: "Just a partner."
Sympathize with Louis again for a second.
"I always thought Louis was your friend." Song Xuanhe said in a gloating tone, seeming to sympathize: "I believe he thought so too. Your ideas are not equal. He might be a little sad if he knew."
Xiao Yuanmu said calmly: "He just thinks so."
"Then who do you think is your friend?" Song Xuanhe suddenly became curious: "Yang Jie?"
Xiao Yuanmu: “No.”
Song Xuanhe: "What is Yang Jie?"
Xiao Yuanmu: "Partner."
Song Xuanhe chuckled: "It seems that everyone is a partner to you."
Xiao Yuanmu turned his head and looked at him and said, "You are not."
Song Xuanhe was stunned, pursed his lips and didn't respond.
"Our ideas are not quite the same." Xiao Yuanmu said, "But this does not affect our relationship and future."
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