I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

It is actually a bit difficult to make clothes for yourself. After all, it is difficult for one person to measure the exact data such as shoulder width and sleeve length.

But Song Guicheng found that he could remember these numbers accurately. The source of the data was the measurements taken by the designer who came to him before he entered the Soul Tracing Game.

The designer was recording the data on a tablet at the time. She said with emotion: "Your figure is the standard golden ratio, a typical clothes hanger, you look good in anything you wear."

Song Guicheng originally thought that was a compliment. At that time, his attention was all on Song Yujie who was sitting on the sofa next to him and watching the whole thing. He didn't even bother to measure his own proportions.

And now, when he came out of that environment and wrote down various data about his body on paper, he suddenly realized that the designer had not exaggerated. His body shape was indeed the standard golden ratio, which was the most perfect human body aesthetics proposed by Pythagoras.

Song Guicheng glanced at Cangmu's physical data recorded nearby. He was thinking just now that Cangmu must have been taken care of scientifically and carefully. After this comparison, he suddenly realized whether he had also received scientific and careful care.

The sudden emergence of memories was like a whirlpool, forcibly pulling him from the present into the past. He almost forgot that he and Song Yujie once had a very good life.

He was 10 years old at the time and had just woken up from the hospital. He had forgotten all his memories since he was born. He only remembered the sadness and despair, paranoia and madness that his mother left him before her death. He only remembered her dry hair and gray face, her crazy expression and whispered words.

To forget everything is to lose everything. All he has and all he retains is that grey picture, which appears in his dreams over and over again. He often wakes up from his sleep with tears in his eyes, but what awaits him is a night darker than the grey.

The night in the hospital was so empty and quiet, as if countless dead souls had suppressed all sounds. All he could see was a dim lamp at the head of the bed. The bleak light cast the shadow of the bed onto the wall, which was as terrifying as a huge mouth.

He once carefully asked the doctor and nurse when he could go home, but after asking, he became confused again. Where was his home? It seemed like he had no home.

His mother had passed away, he had never met his father, and he thought he was not loved, and only children who were loved would be seen.

Occasionally, looking down from the window of the ward, he would see children being held by their parents, crying on their shoulders, but he did not have such an embrace that could make him cry.

His tears were eaten up by the pillow in the ward, his cries were eaten up by the hospital quilt, and his anxiety and fear were eaten up by himself.

At that time, he didn't dare to draw all the curtains when he went to bed, otherwise he would feel like he was trapped in a closed and dark box.

Song Guicheng clearly remembers that on the night of the 40th day he spent in the hospital, after intermittent sleep and awakenings, he greeted the morning light.

When he opened his eyes, he felt that the ward was unusually bright today. The door was opened, and along with the light, an elongated shadow came in.

He rubbed his eyes and finally saw the appearance of the person at the door. The first thing he saw was the pair of sapphire eyes, which reflected the fragmented morning light like shining diamonds.

"Who are you?" Song Guicheng hugged the quilt tightly and asked with some curiosity and fear.

The man at the door smiled and walked towards him. He was also a teenager, but very calm and gentle. He answered in a very gentle tone: "I am your brother. I am here to take you home."

Song Guicheng tilted his head and thought for a while, then pointed at his eyes and asked him, "Why aren't my eyes green?"

Song Yujie half-knelt down, looking at Song Guicheng who was sitting on the bed, and touched his head: "You know, family is not defined by eye color or skin color. Sometimes, even blood relationship is not the whole meaning." He smiled gently at Song Guicheng who looked confused, "but whether we trust and rely on each other, whether we love sincerely, and whether we earnestly hope for each other's happiness."

Xiao Guicheng could not fully understand the meaning of these words, but he could see sincere feelings in those emerald green eyes, which were strange, bright and calm, so he gave his hand to his brother.

His brother is very strict with him. He is not allowed to stay up late, run around, or eat junk food. He has regular physical examinations and a special nutritionist prepares meals suitable for his body. There is also a special medical team that monitors his physical condition and corrects his body shape and proportions.

They read and studied together, walked and swam together, chatted and fantasized together. During those years, it seemed that there was only each other in their lives and their lives, blending together and inseparable.

He had been happy, so truly happy.