After I made a biography for my scumbag ex, I was on fire

Chapter 5 Fiction

Without the annoying noise outside the door, Mu Song gradually regained his composure, walked back to the table, stared at the dog's head, and stared blankly.

After a while, he suddenly said to himself: "Oh, what a pity..."

Don't get me wrong, it's a pity for Mu Song that he gave up halfway to learn painting.

At the beginning, Mu Song was just trying to write novels, and he was very greedy for other authors' good-looking cover characters, but he was reluctant to spend money.

Therefore, considering the long-term return on investment, Mu Song paid a higher price and signed up for a comic class. Of course, he swiped Lu Yuan's card.

Originally thought that, like the other messy training courses he signed up for, Lu Yuan would still not care, and even hoped that he would fill up his schedule so as not to bother him again.

Unexpectedly, for the first time ever, that person condescended to "caring" him once, but this caring was accompanied by a trace of inexplicable contempt.

"Want to learn to draw?"

"Yeah, why, I'm afraid I won't learn it and waste your money?"

"why?"

"What 'why'...it's just learning to paint, if you want to learn it, learn it, there is no 'why'..."

Mu Song felt a little guilty, he didn't want Lu Yuan to know that he learned painting to draw the cover of a novel.

I don't even want Lu Yuan to know that he is writing a novel based on the two of them.

And because there was a ghost in his heart, Mu Song was once very nervous about Lu Yuan's abnormal "concern".

After repeated probing, when it was confirmed that Lu Yuan hadn't discovered his novel, besides being relaxed, there was also a faint sense of loss.

The idea of ​​Mu Song's vivid writing is that he vaguely realizes that in this love fight, he loves far more than Lu Yuan.

Facing the cold icy wall with a heart full of heat, he still showed the determination of "don't hit the south wall and don't look back"...

He felt like a lonely knight.

And he firmly believes that as long as he goes forward bravely, one day he will be able to melt the ice wall.

But later, after being disappointed again and again, gradually, he no longer expected Lu Yuan to return the same love.

However, he still refused to give up, and still harbored a glimmer of hope: at least, he could see his love, even after many years.

Therefore, Mu Song began to write.

□□Cheng is based on reality, and supplemented with one or two fantasies, he recorded the love-hate entanglement between them, bit by bit, in a decent way.

And when he suspected that Lu Yuan had discovered the novel, he was very apprehensive, afraid that he would blame him for leaking his privacy, and at the same time had a little expectation.

"If he knows my whole heart, will he be willing to give me a little more love?"

He used the mouths of the characters in his pen to ask this question, which he would never be ashamed to say.

As a result, the reader with the highest likes left a message:

——"It's really a fish lip problem."

- "+10086"

As a result, Mu Song, who was hit, buried this problem in his heart from then on.

As for the matter of learning painting, after that day, neither of them mentioned it again.

Only when Lu Yuan accidentally saw Mu Song's immature "masterpiece", would he say "childish" sarcastically.

"You are naive!"

Mu Song grumbled, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart, and even fancied himself in love, thinking that the word "childish" was inexplicably... spoiled?

It wasn't until later, by chance, that Mu Song found out that Liu Di still had an amateur status, a well-known painter in the comic circle.

Now, Lu Yuan's inexplicable contempt finally had an explanation.

It turned out that he was despising him—Dongshi imitated him.

And the phrase "childish" is most likely a mockery of him, who, despite his age, can still do things like "imitating others".

Mu Song, who knew the truth, could no longer arouse his interest in learning painting, and the registration fee was wasted after all.

Later, the novel became popular, and even his other writing practice books also became popular.

With more and more fans, he would open a new article, and within a few days, a painter would come to his door and enthusiastically paint the cover for him for free.

So, the journey of learning painting was completely cool.

At this time, looking at the dog's head on the paper, Mu Song felt sorry for the first time.

In addition to learning painting halfway, in fact, there are many other things.

It's all because of Lu Yuan's likes or dislikes, he picks it up or puts it down, without taking responsibility for his own life at all.

Except, insisted on writing for ten years.

Up to now, he is really thankful for his only persistence.

People say that it takes ten years to sharpen a sword. For him, the ten years of continuous writing have finally become the real fulcrum of life.

It does not depend on anyone or any organization, and it is firmly its own fulcrum.

Even if the dog man who was the beginning of his inspiration left with his hands, he still couldn't be shaken.

Thinking of this, Mu Song, who had been mourned all afternoon, suddenly brightened up, hummed a little song, hugged the computer, and nestled into the bed.

There was no update for three days, and his fans were howling in the message area:

"Madam, hungry!"

After rubbing his face, Mu Song rolled up his sleeves, full of energy, and sighed while writing:

The dog man is indeed the nemesis, as soon as he leaves, he feels refreshed and the air is sweet!

But he didn't know that the nemesis dog man hadn't gone far, and was at a distance of 30 meters vertically from him, and was at war with another wolf dog.

Lu Yuan left because he saw Mu Song's Weibo.

Called a "mad dog", Lu Yuan, who has always been proud, suffered severe damage to his self-esteem.

But if you click on the accompanying picture, the dog's head drawn by Mu Song in two or three strokes is obviously very cute.

Then again, I remembered the harsh words I said to him a month ago, as if... I also mentioned "mad dog".

Lu Yuan, who has always disliked Mu Song's obsession with the plot of idol dramas, at this time, unexpectedly fell in love with his upper body, and made up his mind vividly.

Mu Song was still willing to get angry, even a little coquettish, Lu Yuan felt that there was still hope between them.

In addition, Lu Yuan, who has become Mu Song's brain-dead "Shu Fen", feels sweet and astringent when he learns that he has no intention of typing because of himself.

So, no matter how reluctant he was, in order to support Mu Song's career, Lu Yuan decided to temporarily sacrifice his little love and love.

After all, Japan has a long way to go.

When the person is found, he doesn't panic.

But Lu Yuan turned around and went downstairs. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw Bai Xu who was "going to learn the piano".

"Young Master Lu."

With just one address, Lu Yuan smelled a hint of provocation.

Not to mention, when Bai Xu came over, his face no longer showed Mu Song's innocence.

"Hey, kid, didn't you go to learn the piano?"

It has to be said that the dog nature of a man is not only reflected in the scum, but also in the perceived threat.

Lu Yuan also put away his "good brother" face and filled up his cold and arrogant aura, hoping to deter this little wolf dog who coveted his rations.

"I think it's better for us to get to know each other again."

Ignoring the contempt in Lu Yuan's words, Bai Xu smiled with a deep meaning, and in Lu Yuan's eyes, he felt extremely inferior.

"My name is Bai Xu, and I'm the son of Bai Jingshan from the Bai Group. I heard my dad mention Uncle Lu. The two old men have a pretty good relationship."

Knowing that he is the young master of the Bai Group, Lu Yuan felt a faint sense of uneasiness, which was greater than shock.

But he calmed down quickly.

Because, having been together day and night for ten years, he can be sure that such a family background is not only a stepping stone to pursue Mu Song, but an invisible obstacle.

Recalling that after being together, although Mu Song spent his money on every stitch and thread, he never was extravagant, and even had extremely low material desires.

On weekdays, in addition to buying some daily necessities according to his preferences, he loves to buy books.

Mu Song is not interested in luxury goods, watches, or cars.

I don't like beauty and health care either. The only investment in my body is the annual fitness card.

Perhaps, that's exactly the case. When Mu Song only asked him for a "termination fee" of 99 yuan, Lu Yuan even suspected that he was looking for a remote place to spend the rest of his life on this money.

So, when he found out that Mu Song had canceled all contact information, for the first time in his life, he fell into a panic.

After all, the world is so big and there are so many remote corners, even if he uses all the resources, he can't find them.

As a result, Shengsheng missed the clues in front of him, and searched for more than 20 days like a headless chicken, but there was no news.

Until he suddenly remembered, a trivial matter that seemed insignificant at the time.

Half a year ago, he and Mu Song went to a niche resort together.

That trip, Mu Song was very happy, because it was the first time they had been together for ten years, and they traveled alone for the purpose of vacation.

During the whole trip, Mu Song took a lot of good-looking photos, but didn't post them to any Moments.

Until the night before I left, after searching and choosing for a long time, I finally picked out one and said I would post it on Weibo.

He casually glanced at the swimming pool outside the suite they lived in. Under the moonlight, there were shadows, reflecting the reflections of the two of them, which was a bit ambiguous.

Thinking of Mu Song's obsession with Liu Di's Weibo posts, he was vaguely displeased, feeling that this person is still determined to fight against an inexplicable imaginary enemy on Weibo.

So, without thinking too much, I casually said, "You're so old, what are you posting on Weibo?"

Sure enough, Mu Song was immediately aroused to fight back.

"What? Your baby Bai Yueguang can send hair, but I can't?"

"People are used to using Weibo."

Lu Yuan didn't know that the key point of this sentence was not "can send or not", but "baby Bai Yueguang", so he successfully stepped on the thunder.

The subsequent conversation turned into Mu Song's chattering cynicism.

"In these days, if it wasn't for showing off to "friends" outside the circle of friends, who would post Weibo?!"

"He fights against me every day, and doesn't retaliate with an eye. How can I show that I value his Bai Yueguang's status?!"

"Not only do I want to post, I also want to locate, I, I'm mad at him!"

.........

This situation has happened countless times in the past ten years, so that Lu Yuan has become numb.

He couldn't understand why the entanglement between two people, the innocent third person, was always caught in the middle, implicated inexplicably.

And others, obviously did nothing.

However, he never had time to think about it, nor was he interested in delving into it.

Just like the photo that Mu Song kept saying he was going to post, he didn't see it on Weibo, and at that time, he didn't care much and ignored it.