I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng looked at the man, their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Song Guicheng really wanted to break up with Song Yujie right away. He picked up the porcelain at hand and smashed his head to pieces, then stuffed his disgusting face into his stomach and let him digest it himself.

A madman would do this, but he cannot go crazy yet. He has not found Wu Zhi yet, and Wu Zhi is still waiting for him. If he breaks off relations with him now, no one will be able to save Wu Zhi.

He no longer cared about himself, but he couldn't gamble with Wu Zhi's life.

Song Guicheng secretly clenched and unclenched his fists, leaving several red marks on his palms. No matter how turbulent his heart was, his face was calm.

Song Guicheng took two steps back, averted his eyes, turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Song Yujie's gaze followed him all the time until the bedroom door was slammed shut, and then the sticky gaze like a venomous snake faded away from him.

Song Guicheng sat on the bed and relaxed for a while. He still couldn't accept why he appeared here and the system disappeared. It was as if the embrace of the gods and the drizzle in the violent rain were all dreams.

He rubbed his little finger bone, forced himself to calm down, pulled himself out of this world, and looked down at everything that was happening from a player's perspective.

The "God's Breath" dungeon could be opened because the Tianyu people had a strong desire for the gods to return, so he could enter as a player. After he entered Wu Zhi's divine domain, Wu Zhi's divine domain showed him the world he lived in.

There is only one reason, Wu Zhi must have left his footprints in this world, and what happened in this world is also the reason that led to Wu Zhi's decline, so the divine realm after Wu Zhi fell asleep will be his world.

Song Guicheng turned his head to look out the window. It was dusk and the afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the outline of the sky, making it look somewhat desolate and mysterious.

If he was in the world that Wu Zhi had been to, did it mean that the gods had stood at the end of the world and seen everything that happened to him?

After a few moments, Song Guicheng retracted his gaze and put on some clothes at random. He would have to change soon anyway, and Song Yujie would personally choose a suit for him for the dinner.

The freedom in his life was all maintained within a limit, and this limit was set by Song Yujie. In the past, it was still covered with a layer of family affection, but later on, only naked desire remained.

After more than ten years, Song Guicheng has become very familiar with his style of doing things.

"Cough cough," Song Yujie's cough was heard outside the door. It was weak and slight, with a faint gasp, and he took a few rapid breaths before calming down.

Song Guicheng was listening behind the door, with his palm on the door handle and he was reluctant to pull it open.

Song Yujie has a serious heart disease. His blood type is rare, and there are very few hearts that can match him. He relies on medication and surgery for treatment every year, but now he is at the end of his rope.

He is already 30 years old this year. If he doesn't get a heart transplant, it's uncertain whether he can even survive this winter.

But with the identity and status of the Song family, getting a suitable heart is neither easy nor difficult. Some people even offered it to him after hearing about it, but they were all rejected by Song Yujie.

Song Guicheng placed his other hand on his heart, feeling the strong beating in his chest. He and Song Yujie had the same blood, they were brothers, and he was the best heart breeder.

"Squeak--" Song Guicheng opened the door and walked out. Song Yujie was lying on the sofa with his back facing up. His straight suit was wrinkled. His brows were slightly wrinkled, his lips were pale, and he looked very tired.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Song Guicheng. The young man was wearing a white sweater that fit his lean body, with a slender neck and beautiful white collarbones, which made people unable to look away.

A smile appeared on Song Yujie's lips. He stood up, took the coat from his assistant and put it on Song Guicheng.

Song Guicheng tried to hide by turning sideways, but was already encircled by Song Yujie's long arms. His nose was filled with the steady scent of snow and pine, enveloping him completely.

Taste is the best way to awaken people's memory.

Song Guicheng still remembers the first six months after he returned home. He would have nightmares as soon as he went to sleep at night. His dreams were filled with his mother's crazy face, his father's cold eyes, and his slowly rotting self. Every time he woke up from the dream crying, he would subconsciously go to find Song Yujie.

Song Yujie would hold the little boy in her arms, and the two would sleep in each other's arms. Song Guicheng would feel the warmth in her arms and smell the scent of snow and pine on his brother's body, and soon fall into a deep sleep.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Yujie scratched his face with his index finger.

It was still mid-autumn, but the temperature of his hands was unusually cold, a coldness completely different from that of Wu Zhi. Wu Zhi was like snow, which gave life after melting, but he was the solid ice under the ocean, unfathomable and untouchable.

The coat wrapped him up. Song Guicheng looked up at him and saw himself in his eyes. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

His nose suddenly felt sore. He avoided Song Yujie's sight, pushed him aside and went out: "Let's go, it's time to go out."

Parked at the entrance of the community is a silver-white Bentley with double-row headlights and a chrome-plated front bumper grille. This car has been driven for many years and has been used to pick him up since he started school.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door for Song Guicheng, and then the assistant opened the door for Song Yujie.

After the four people were seated, the car started slowly.

"Are you used to living here?" Song Yujie asked.

Song Guicheng propped up his chin and looked at the street view outside the window: "Yeah."

Song Yujie intervened in everything from site selection, delivery, decoration to moving in the house he lives in now. Just because he didn't say it doesn't mean he didn't know about it. The two of them tacitly agreed not to break the window paper in between.

Song Yujie leaned back in the back seat, closed his eyes and rested, without saying anything else.

The atmosphere in the car was quiet, with only the sound of soft music flowing. Tall buildings flew past Song Guicheng's eyes quickly, light passed across his face, and then fell into darkness, repeating over and over again.

This car had been in a car accident when he was 14 years old. The driver was driving in compliance with regulations, but a drunk car rushed out from the other side of the traffic light and crashed directly into the back seat.

"Bang", he heard a huge crash, the sound of glass breaking and steel deforming, and the tires dragged on the ground for more than ten meters. There was chaos at the time, and Song Yujie held him tightly in his arms.

He will always remember that Song Yujie covered him with his slender chest, protected his head with his powerful hands, and told him not to be afraid.

After the car accident, Song Yujie lay in bed for a long time, relying on an oxygen machine to survive. At that time, he was so weak that the doctors said that there was little chance that he would survive.

His father and stepmother were furious, but they neither scolded him nor beat him. They just forbade Song Guicheng to see his brother who was lying on the hospital bed.

This was more difficult for him to accept than if the car accident had happened directly to him.

The hospital corridor was even colder than inside. The tiles reflected the pale light and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Song Guicheng squatted at the door, keeping company with the increasingly dark night.

The instruments inside are connected to his heart, and the life and death of the people inside are connected to his life and death.

Song Guicheng leaned his head against the wall and prayed to God devoutly, asking his brother to survive. He was willing to give his heart to his brother, and he prayed to God to give him such a chance.

God probably heard his prayers. Song Yujie survived several critical illness notices and opened his eyes, which even surprised the doctors.

Life returned to normal after that. The car was repaired and returned to the road. Song Yujie told him that this car was of great significance because he had successfully protected the person he loved most here.

The street scene outside the car window quickly receded, and Song Guicheng covered his eyes in the bright lights.

Once they were willing to exchange their lives for each other's life and death, but later it reached a point where it could not be reversed. Should they blame the unpredictable fate, or blame the people who walk alone on the track of fate.

Song Yujie brought him to his residence in the city center. The villa was located near the river, and two streets away was the business circle that connected to the heart of the city.

The styling team, makeup team, etc. had been waiting for a long time, and Song Guicheng was welcomed to the second floor as soon as he entered the door.

Song Yujie had already picked out clothes for him: a dark grey herringbone pattern suit jacket, a brown and grey contrasting plaid vest, and a tie in the same colour.

"You two brothers have such a good relationship. Mr. Song ordered this suit a few months ago," the stylist said as he put the jacket on Song Guicheng, "It really suits you."

Song Guicheng looked at himself in the mirror. The suit fit his body perfectly, showing off his narrow waistline and slender figure. He looked calm and generous, retro yet elegant, which really complemented his overall temperament.

He gave a perfunctory smile and did not answer the stylist.

In some ways, Song Yujie understood him better than he did. It sounded warm, but it was terrifying to think about it. The invisible eyes were always staring at him, and they would not let him go even if he left this world.

After changing his clothes, Song Guicheng sat in a chair and let the styling team and makeup team work on him.

Song Guicheng's facial features are actually very deep, with thick eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and slightly upturned eyes with wide eye corners. However, the soft facial contours and distribution of facial features perfectly resolve the sharpness that should have been revealed. His skin is fair and delicate, and he is already dazzling without excessive modification.

Song Yujie looked at the clothes and the person wearing them with satisfaction, as if he was looking at his most proud work.

The stylist handed the tie to Song Yujie. He walked closer to Song Guicheng, put the silk tie around Song Guicheng's neck, and fastened it for him with a focused look.

A servant stood at the stairs, ready to come up to clean. Song Guicheng glanced at one of the middle-aged women, his breathing slightly stagnant, and looked at Song Yujie in surprise.

"Song Yujie, you're a fucking lunatic!" Song Guicheng suppressed his voice, but the last word still couldn't be stopped from breaking out of his throat.

Song Yujie didn't look at him, his entire attention was on his hands.

The assistant lowered his head and pretended not to hear. Others a few meters away looked at him with envy or surprise, but no one said a word.

In a strange atmosphere, Song Yujie tightened his tie and forced Song Guicheng to look up. His clear emerald green eyes were somewhat dark: "You made me crazy."

Song Guicheng slapped Song Yujie's hand away, his voice was cold, and his usually gentle light brown eyes seemed to be frozen by the light: "You are a lunatic."

Song Yujie once killed the middle-aged woman's son because Song Guicheng had a good relationship with his son and because the other party had vague feelings for him that went beyond friendship.

When Song Guicheng heard this, his first reaction was disbelief, but since it came from Song Yujie's mouth, the sudden death of his friend had already made him sad, but what was even more suffocating was that the murderer was his brother.

For a long time, Song Yujie had been his role model, the goal he pursued, the relative he depended on, and his only support, but that night, everything collapsed.

"Xiao Cheng, are you going to expose my brother?" Song Yujie pressed his forehead against his, his voice low and hoarse, with temptation, "Do you want to destroy my brother with your own hands?"

Song Guicheng was only 16 years old. For the first time, he refused his brother's hug and looked at him as if he were a stranger. A living life lay between them.

Song Yujie said: "I only have you, so you can only have me, right?"

Song Guicheng's hands and whole body were shaking, he had always known about Song Yujie's desire to control him, but he didn't know that his brother, who always taught him to be gentle and kind, could use human lives to taint his emotions and prove that some emotions are arbitrary.

He leaned against the wall and barely stood up, his voice choked: "I won't expose you, but you are no longer my brother."

After saying that, he opened the door and fled in a panic.

Song Guicheng kept running, but he still couldn't escape the collapse of the world. His brother and his life, his brother's teachings, his brother's love, all collapsed wherever he passed. More than half of his heart collapsed, but he could still barely survive.

The last bit was still broken by Song Yujie himself, including bones and flesh, and he held the whole person in his arms. On that damp rainy day, the slippery liquid was sticky all over his body, and he was powerless to resist.

And this time the name is, I love you.

Song Guicheng was the first and last to understand the definition of love.