The cannon fodder fake young master was stunned after being reborn (BL) (MTL)

Chapter 24

Jian Xingsui opened his lips lightly: "The home of painting."

Home?

one's home?

Fu Jinxiao remembered that today's theme is the hope for the future, so Jian Xingsui's future is... a person?

He didn't go to the part of the phone call two days ago, but he also heard some things. It is said that almost all the people got through the phone that day, but the child's phone was never answered, which is pitiful and distressing.

"Is this the home you imagined in the future?" Fu Jinxiao leaned down and looked at it with dark eyes. He didn't blame Jian Xingsui for not being a painter, nor did he ask him why he didn't write a letter, but just curled his lips and asked. : "What is the little person in your painting watching?"

Jian Xingsui answered honestly, "Watching TV."

In his imagination, the life he hopes for in the future is to have a house of his own, and then he will have a smooth life. Work, and may engage in other occupations in the future. If it goes well, his life should be on the right track. After that, he will silently pay attention to idols in his spare time, and pay attention to the lives of celebrities from the screen. It may be a dull and peaceful day. , but the lessons of his previous life are vivid in his mind. For him, it would be a luxury to live like this all the time.

Fu Jinxiao whispered: "You haven't finished drawing this TV yet."

Jian Xingsui nodded: "Yeah."

"Give me the pen." Fu Jinxiao took the pen in his hand and simply drew a few strokes on the TV. Outline the appearance of a little man.

Jian Xingsui asked: "This is it?"

Fu Jinxiao raised his eyebrows: "Can't you see?"

Jian Xingsui burst out laughing, his eyes were bright when he laughed, but he was actually very handsome: "How do you know me I'm looking at you?"

"Huh?"

Fu Jinxiao's bass was sexy and magnetic, and a faint smile crossed his eyes, and asked, "Isn't it me?"

"..."

It's you.

Jian Xingsui's heart seemed to beat fiercely at this moment. He looked down at the painting on the table. In the painting about the future, where there was only a lonely villain, he was no longer alone, even if that person was still the same. On the screen, he appeared on the same drawing paper as himself, and this time it was no longer his own wishful thinking, but was added by Fu Jinxiao himself.

In fact, there are countless ways that Fu Jinxiao can deal with this painting, even if he directly asks why he didn't write a letter to embarrass him, but no, the painting with just a few steps seems to light up his world.

"Why don't you talk." Fu Jinxiao stood up: "I added something to your painting, I'm angry?"

Jian Xingsui quickly shook his head: "No!"

His eyes were a little wet.

Maybe it's just a stroke of luck, but it's also a great warmth to that lonely little man, what should I do, I really like him.

"I'm not angry." He held the painting awkwardly, and even for fear of misunderstanding, he explained: "I will treasure this painting, really."

Fu Jinxiao hooked his lips: "How to collect it, go back and mount it. Hang it up, or is it an ancestral inheritance?"

Jian Xingsui's face was a little red when he was told, and he said softly, "It's not so."

Fu Jinxiao stopped teasing him: "Then it has to be kept properly, and I will check later."