Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

Song Wenyao looked at the 'self' in the picture, and there was a trance between the four eyes.

It seems that... forgot something very important...

The smell of paint spread from the tip of his nose, and his eyes focused on the face of the person in the picture, but suddenly he felt that his eyes were hurt by the light, and his brain felt dizzy.

"Master, are you alright?"

Zhang Liangshao's tone was worried, but his body stood still, and he even wanted to poke the painting in front of someone so that he could recognize his state in reality.

Song Wenyao stood up straight up, leaned on the back of the chair and shook his head, "It's okay, it's just been sitting for too long."

"Then let's go back."

Seeing that his expression was not right, Zhang Liangshao had no choice but to accept it as soon as he saw it. Instead, he held the canvas with one hand, stood up and walked towards the vacant corner of the wall.

He lowered his body carefully and leaned the picture frame on the ground. As soon as he stood up, he heard a few clinking sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground.

"careful!"

Zhang Liangshao supported someone who was about to fall because he kicked the paint bucket, and stretched out his hand to protect his head from the falling picture frame.

Song Wenyao leaned against the neck of the bionic youth, supported the wall with one hand, and supported his shoulder with the other to slowly stand firm. He raised his head, his eyes still a little loose.

He half-closed his eyes, leaned on his forehead, looked over the shoulder of the bionic man twelve in front of him and looked at the ground, "Your painting..."

Zhang Liangshao turned around and looked at the canvas that was slowly covered and soaked with black paint.

"It's okay, just read it once."

It was originally a borderline ball, and the rules of the game should not allow disclosure of things beyond this level, and it will be destroyed sooner or later.

Just like the previous ones, they were oxidized and deformed on the canvas before they were finished. If it weren't for the fact that as a bionic man, he could gradually increase his painting speed by cultivating proficiency, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to get the 14% progress.

"You're tired, go back to the bedroom and rest early." Zhang Liangshao gently stroked the ends of his hair on the back of his head, "I'll clean it up here."

Song Wenyao straightened up, looked at the mess, frowned, "Sorry, I don't know what's going on..."

"Could it be that the young master is also 'abnormal'?" Zhang Liangshao smiled with his mouth twisted, pointing out something.

"..." Song Wenyao raised his head and glanced at him.

"Just kidding, the young master is a human being, why is it abnormal? It's just hypoglycemia..." Zhang Liangshao comforted him, and finally joked, "Do you want me to help you back to the bedroom, young master?"

"No need." Song Wenyao rubbed his shoulders and walked to the door, then turned his head and said, "I'll ask No. 8 to clean up the paint on the ground. You can come over after tidying up."

"Ah."

Song Wenyao left the room.

Zhang Liangshao raised his eyebrows, straightened the paint bucket that was overturned on the ground, and then helped up the unrecognizable painting, leaning against the wall with the clean side.Finally, he lifted up the picture frame that landed far away because it hit his arm, and luckily escaped the catastrophe.

The picture framed in the wooden picture frame is not seriously damaged, but the glass on the surface of the picture frame has been smashed into several irregular cracks. As soon as he picked it up, the wooden frame fell apart and the drawing paper slipped out of it .

Zhang Liangshao carefully picked out the drawing paper from the broken glass, gently blew the floating dust on it, and looked at the black liquid on the ground with lingering fear.

Almost "one dead body and two lives".

Fortunately, the painting is okay.

He moved his feet and stood a little further away, and then began to carefully look at the bright red sword-like figure in the lingering black smoke on the screen.

The reason why it can be preserved is because it is an abstract painting...

Zhang Liangshao walked thoughtfully to the cabinet by the window, trying to find a new frame to remount this precious painting, but he vaguely saw some black ink dots on the back of the painting through the light.

He let out a soft "噫" and turned over the drawing paper.

On the back of the paper, there is a line of poem written in beautiful cursive imperial language.

In an unknown eternal world

distorted by the mirror of day

tonight in a vague dream

on the other side of your wall

Who will you be?

……

Zhang Liangshao cleaned himself up, and when he returned to the bedroom, Song Wenyao had already fallen asleep.

On the right side of the soft double bed, there is a raised quilt. The young man is sleeping facing the left side. Compared with the daytime, his expression is a little more relaxed. There is a little tiredness in his eyebrows and eyes. Most of his face.

Zhang Liangshao slowly climbed onto the bed, lay down on the vacant left side, propped his head up and looked at the other party's slightly softer face under the dim night light for a while, and then wrapped his long arms around him, hugging him even with the quilt , drag to the middle...

Song Wenyao woke up from the torment.

But he didn't make a sound to reprimand others, he didn't even open his eyes, he just let go of the quilt a few inches away.

Zhang Liangshao got into the quilt and lay on his side on the edge of the pillow on the left side, facing Song Wenyao right next to him, but he did not enter the water, curled up his legs and feet, and kept a subtle distance.

After a while, the young man in front of him suddenly moved his lips and said in a low voice.

"...I'm sorry about today's matter."

"You have already apologized." Zhang Liangshao also whispered, "And I have already forgiven you."

The sound of the quilt rustling came from opposite him, Song Wenyao adjusted his posture, but he was still very close to him, neither turning nor leaving.

Zhang Liangshao could feel his faint breath blowing on his face, a little itchy.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement, only the sound of undulating and gentle breathing.

Zhang Liangshao closed his eyes, and turned off the night light in the room through Bluetooth sensing.

After a while, when he was about to fall asleep, he heard a false voice from the opposite side.

"How about my good night?"

"..."

Zhang Liangshao opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Good night, master, I wish you a sweet dream."

"……Um."

The night is as deep as water, like the breath of the person beside the pillow.

Quiet and well.

The author has something to say: //The poems are quoted from the collection of Borges' poems

//The little angels who guessed that the paintings in the paintings are characters from different worlds are a bit amazing. This seems to be the first time you have guessed my routine, so I had to change my way and go to orz.

//The baby in the 5th picture in the previous chapter is correct~

//Actually, I wanted to say a goodnight kiss or drive a studio car or something, but after thinking about it carefully, I am an adult, so I have to restrain myself (dog head).The progress is already 40%, and there will be a few critical strikes later.