After the black moonlight washed the white, all the crematoriums [Transmigration Book]

After leaving the competition venue, Lin Xingcheng took a taxi.

The system is still on the giant cheering poster made by the fans of Taste Star, and the message of the main system also pops up at the same time:

[Task specified scenario [-] has been completed. 】

[Please receive the corresponding task rewards. 】

"Ah, the main system judged that today's turnaround against the wind has been completed! Although you used a method that I never expected, such as ejecting the cocoon cabin, but... it's just as good as you really are." An exciting moment to accept the award!"

"What reward this time?" Lin Xingcheng asked curiously.

In the past, when he completes the specified scene of the task, the main system will randomly distribute some rewards according to the completion of the task, but the types of rewards are varied, some are props needed in the plot, and some are some economic compensation from the dream world, there is no rule.

System: "A chance to customize the plot! Wow, it sounds pretty good, let me see the description."

"Reward description, in order to promote the enthusiasm of employees to complete tasks, this reward can provide employees with an opportunity to customize the plot to meet their personal wishes in the dream world to a limited extent. In particular, the submitted customized plots cannot affect the main plot and tasks Finished, otherwise the customization will fail, and it will be regarded as giving up the reward." After the system finished reading, it excitedly said, "Wow, the reward this time is okay, doesn't this mean that we can also customize a cool story that belongs to us in the dream world? "

Lin Xingcheng: "It seems to mean that."

"Sure enough, the main system finally made sense and gave our gold medal employees the treatment they deserve! Then I want high-quality men all over the world to love us, hahaha."

Lin Xingcheng: "...wake up."

The system chuckled, "The main system is pretty stuck, and it can't affect the main plot and missions. It's a pity. Then we have to think about the plot."

"En." Lin Xingcheng responded, "Is there any task specified for the reward?"

"Which other mission is it? It must be a new one... Do you want to use this custom plot for the old mission?"

"Can't you?"

System: "...Wow, the main system doesn't have a special description, I think it can! How do you plan to use it?"

"Of course I am..." Lin Xingcheng said, intentionally whetting the appetite of the system, "I haven't thought about it yet."

system:"……"

Cool plot!

Don't even think about it!If you can’t, just have a super handsome guy (bushi)...

Song Mingran couldn't wait for Lin Xingcheng, and went home feeling a little uncomfortable.

In the living room, my sister Song Mingxin was sitting at the coffee table enjoying the afternoon tea carefully prepared by the servant.She was wearing a lavender luxury brand dress, even at home, she was well-dressed and well-dressed.

Song Mingxin looked up at him, "Ming Ran is back."

Although the two had some conflicts in the previous phone call, Song Mingxin still had to coax and pamper Song Mingran.

Song Mingran changed his shoes and said calmly, "Yes."

He didn't intend to say anything more.

But Song Mingxin would be very sensitive to anything involving Lin Xingcheng, and it hadn't changed for so many years.But he knew that no matter how sensitive and uncomfortable she was in the end, she would eventually compromise.

She has only one choice.

Probably hearing the movement in the living room, Yu Ningqiu, who was reciting the script in her own room, came down the escalator on the second floor with a roll of script, "You are back."

He stayed at Song Mingran's house yesterday, and it was quite late after moving, so he didn't have time to talk to Song Mingran, but when he woke up today, Song Mingran left early in the morning.

Song Mingran looked up at Yu Ningqiu who was on the escalator, and in a daze, he saw Lin Xingcheng's shadow on that person's face, and his mood improved a little.

He almost forgot that there was a double at home.

"Reading the script?"

Yu Ningqiu nodded, "Well, I have a new drama."

This is the last drama that hasn't terminated the contract with Yu Ningqiu.

The big production that went to the interview last time insisted that he play the male third, Yu Ningqiu was not reconciled, the co-manager poured some dirty water on that drama, and took advantage of the situation to quit, because the traffic was there, he took it very quickly The male lead of another small production drama, the salary is much lower, but it is better than nothing.

Song Mingran smiled, "Very good."

Then Song Mingxin and Yu Ningqiu glanced at each other.

Originally, Yu Ningqiu lived in a house with only Song Mingran and Song Mingxin, which was a bit strange and embarrassing, but the strange thing is that Song Mingxin seemed to have an inexplicable tolerance for Yu Ningqiu, and even helped Yu Ningqiu.

Yu Ningqiu understood that this was his protagonist aura.

"Let's talk, I'm going back to the room first." Song Mingxin stood up, wiped the corners of her mouth gracefully with a napkin, and created a space for the two of them to be alone.

Yu Ningqiu smiled gratefully at her.

After Song Mingxin left, Yu Ningqiu came to Song Mingran, saw him bring back a drawing board, and asked curiously: "Did you go out to draw today? Why is there nothing on the drawing board, no inspiration?"

Song Mingran didn't want to say more, but just responded with a "hmm".

It's not that he's uninspired, it's that the models are gone.

"Then have you eaten?" Yu Ningqiu asked again.

"Nope, what about you?"

"I don't have either, let the servant make some more, and I'll eat with you?"

Song Mingran smiled, "Thank you Brother Ning Qiu."

There are only two people in the huge living room.

Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the ice and snow have not yet melted, and it is almost the Lunar New Year.

Song Mingran changed into casual clothes and came out, and sat on the sofa, still dressed in white and loose.

Yu Ningqiu couldn't move her eyes away.This man is really handsome, his perfect skin, and those shocking but half-understood paintings make him look full of mystery and charm.

The more this man fascinates himself, the more insecure he feels—because of Lin Xingcheng.

Song Mingran is also Lin Xingcheng's classmate, and he once took Lin Xingcheng in. He is worried that Song Mingran will be like Gu Heng, worried that everything he has now will come to naught.

After thinking about it, Yu Ningqiu said deliberately: "I think of "Flowers". Unfortunately, I only saw it once, and it was burned. That painting is so beautiful."

Hearing this, Song Mingran's pupils dimmed slightly.

Yes, because of that painting, he punished Lin Xingcheng, feeling that he hated that person to the extreme.

But after that person left, he sometimes felt lonely, especially today's various experiences made him feel complicated.

"lets change a topic."

"Ah good."

Do you remember the feeling of being betrayed by Lin Xingcheng?

Yu Ningqiu secretly laughed in her heart.

In order not to make the atmosphere between the two of them worse, he said again: "Speaking of which, you haven't painted me for a while."

Song Mingran turned his head to look at him, "Brother Ning Qiu wants me to draw?"

"Ah."

"I'm very expensive," Song Ming smiled, stretched out his hand, and rubbed Yu Ningqiu's face with his thumb, "If you want me to draw, don't you mean it?"

Yu Ningqiu's nose poured into a good smell of perfume, Song Mingran's usual smell, which made him a little excited.He looked at Song Mingran, leaned towards him, then pressed Song Mingran under him, and kissed his lips.

There were only two people in the huge living room, it was freezing outside the window, and the fireplace inside was burning warmly.

Song Mingran smiled while kissing, "Brother wants to let me go. Are you here?"

Yu Ningqiu gasped for breath and looked at him, his eyes filled with lust, "I won't tell you."

In the end, Song Mingran just laughed, and said unhurriedly: "Wait for me to fill my stomach first. I'm so hungry that I have no energy left."

Aside, the maid happened to bring food over.

After the two finished eating together, the maid took away the bowls and chopsticks, and Song Mingran rested contentedly on the sofa.Looking at his perfect profile, Yu Ningqiu couldn't help reaching out and shaking his hand.

Song Ming felt sleepy after the meal, squinted his eyes slightly and yawned, "I seem to be a little sleepy."

Yu Ningqiu originally wanted to say, "Then I'll sleep with you for a while", but the maid brought another courier package, saying it was delivered to the studio in the morning, and the people at the studio saw that he was not there, so they sent it over again.

Song Mingran casually glanced at the sender: Tong Ke.

Tong Ke, another assistant in the studio when Lin Xingcheng was still there.

It was also the one who stopped him in fright when he whipped Lin Xingcheng.

Tong Ke is his junior at the Academy of Fine Arts. He used to work part-time as an assistant in his studio during winter and summer vacations. Later, he heard that he was sick, so he could not resign.

Song Mingran hadn't seen him for a long time, and he didn't expect him to send something over.

He opened the package and found that it was just a letter, a sketch of a portrait, and a post-it note.

On the note paper it was written:

Hello Mr. Song, thank you very much for taking care of your son Tong Ke during his part-time job in your studio. However, due to uncontrollable illness, he left your studio in a hurry. I would like to express my apologies.Xiao Ke said that he learned a lot from you, the world is beautiful, but it's a pity that he didn't have time to draw them all.

Although I am very sad here, I still want to tell you that Tong Ke has passed away due to illness. Before he left, he left some things. I hope I can give these things to you.

I wish you a happy life.

The signature is Tong Ke's mother.

Song Mingran frowned after reading it.

That kid Tong Ke was still so young, he had already passed away?

He still remembered that when the kid first came to apply for the job, he was quiet and well-behaved, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and only wanted to come to him to study.

He happened to be painting Lin Xingcheng that day—ordinary painting with clothes on. Tong Ke accidentally knocked over his palette, and the paint spilled on his half-painted work.

The children were terrified, apologized tremblingly, and timidly asked how much they would pay.

At that time, he was about to drive away this careless child, but Lin Xingcheng said, "I think he is very good, can you forgive him once and keep him?"

Before that, Lin Xingcheng followed him in almost everything and never refuted him.

Song Mingran suddenly felt a little interesting, a person who can't help himself, how can he have the courage to speak up for others?

Song Mingran agreed to Lin Xingcheng's request that day by accident. He suddenly felt that it was not bad to spoil his squad leader brother occasionally, so he kept Tong Ke and didn't let him pay for the painting.

Yu Ningqiu's voice brought back Song Mingran's thoughts, "Mingran, is Tong Ke your former assistant?"

He had seen it once before, and the boy was not warm to him.

"Yeah." Song Mingran replied, "It's him."

"Strange, he is just an ordinary part-time assistant, what will be given to you after he passes away?"

Accompanied by doubts, Song Mingran first opened the wrapped painting.

The painting is a sketch of a person's frontal portrait. It is well drawn and looks very careful. Song Mingran recognized it at a glance. This person is Song Mingxin.

Yu Ningqiu was also surprised: "Your sister? Why did the little assistant draw your sister?"

Song Mingran shook his head.

This painting has a tendency to beautify Song Mingxin subjectively. Others may not be able to see it, but as Tong Ke's boss, he understands it all too well.

He unfolded the letter again, looking at the handwriting, it was written by Tong Ke himself.

[Hello, Mr. Song:

Some things have been pressing in my heart, which has made me feel uneasy for more than half a year, so before I die, I decided to tell you the truth.

There was a fire in the studio that day, and your most precious pair of "Flowers" was burned. You thought it was done by Mr. Lin Xingcheng, who stayed in the studio and left the latest that day, but it was not... I set the fire that day, and I was in the Brother Lin went back after he left. 】

Seeing this, Song Mingran was taken aback for a moment. When he took revenge on Lin Xingcheng, the humiliating words he said flooded into his mind instantly:

"I used to think that my brother was the best person in the world."

"Is brother uncomfortable? I also feel uncomfortable seeing the painting being burned."

"Why don't you know how to repent? My brother is really not worthy of forgiveness in this life."

Song Mingran frowned and continued to read the letter.

[In order to prove that what I said is true, you can check the monitoring of the bank next to the studio. I went back at ten o'clock that night.I wanted to get something, but I accidentally set it on fire, so I didn't have time to snatch your painting.

I have always been a little rash, and this time I made a bigger mistake, so I didn't have the courage to tell you, I'm sorry, I burned your most precious painting.

My conscience tells me that I cannot die with this secret, so I decided to speak out today.I am also very, very sorry for letting Mr. Lin Xingcheng take the blame for me for so long.Once again, sorry. 】

Song Mingran held the thin letter paper and was speechless for a moment.

When Song Mingxin told him that the painting was burned and Lin Xingcheng was the last person to leave the studio, his first reaction was "he must have done it".Because Lin Xingcheng is someone who will betray others.

He is such a person!

But the truth... isn't it?

How could it be... not Lin Xingcheng?

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