Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe was hugged, and the hair all over his body was about to explode.

He was already fully prepared to push Song Guanxing away and drag his arms to the ground, but he didn't know if it was because Song Guanxing was shaking all over, or because of the strong fragrance of roses that hadn't dissipated from him, Song Yuhe instinctively hesitated one time.

He didn't have the slightest thought of resistance at all, and let this stranger and "enemy" whom he had only met a few times embrace him.

Song Yuhe's non-struggle seemed to have given Song Guanxing enough courage, and he further buried his face in his thin neck, letting out an extremely suppressed sob from his throat.

"I am your brother..."

After saying this sentence, Song Guanxing, who had been panicking all the time, seemed to have lifted the ban, and it was just this sentence that was confused.

I am your brother.

Song Yuhe wore thin clothes in the research room, just a pure white shirt, and soon felt the heat soaking his shoulders.

Hearing the words of the cart wheel rolling back and forth, Song Yuhe resisted the urge to throw him out, and said dryly: "Oh good, brother——I only have this one piece of clothing right now, I have no clothes when you cry Change."

Song Guanxing couldn't hold back, and laughed again with tears on his face.

He reluctantly let go of Song Yuhe, and as expected, he saw that a small piece of the pure white shirt had been wet.

Venting his emotions in this collapse and crying, Song Guanxing's dull mind finally felt ashamed. He coughed dryly, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I'm sorry."

Song Yuhe glared at him, and obediently squatted under the light collector, letting the sun shine on his shoulder, hoping to dry up the tears quickly.

Song Guanxing also carefully squatted beside him, whispering, "I have a younger brother..."

Every time he said "I'm your brother", Song Yuhe ignored this sentence and didn't take it to heart at all. Song Guanxing didn't dare to tell him the truth all at once, he could only try a little bit.

"Oh."

Song Yuhe squatted with his knees hugged, a ray of light shone on half of his face, illuminating his beautiful dark blue eyes like glass beads, his long eyelashes blinked slightly, and he was a little sleepy from the sun.

This attitude obviously has no interest in this topic.

Song Guanxing was like fried beans, speaking slowly, one sentence at a time, trying to slowly test his reaction.

"His name is Song Liuzhi."

Hearing this name, Song Yuhe finally reacted. He tilted his head and thought for a while: "That Zhou Xuan... seems to have mentioned this name."

Song Guanxing thought he was a little impressed, but he was disappointed again when he heard this sentence.

But he was not discouraged, anyway, being alive is the greatest blessing.

He still has a bunch of things that made Xiao Zhi slowly think of him and accept him in the past ten years.

Song Guanxing thought for a while, turned on the optical brain, and pulled out a holographic video.

It was a video that Song Guanxing had saved for more than ten years, and it was taken in the winter before the flying boat had an accident.

It was still snowing, the thermostatic system in the garden was working, and the garden was full of roses.

The little Song Liuzhi was dressed in furry clothes and a small hat, squatting beside a rose plant to watch the snowflakes.

Song Guanxing, who was still a teenager at the time, smiled and called him, "Xiaozhi."

Song Liuzhi raised his head to look at the camera in doubt, and seeing that it was Song Guanxing, he got up happily, and ran along the path in a jolt.

"elder brother!"

His eyes are full of longing and trust, like a little butterfly flying to the camera, hugging Song Guanxing's waist and looking up at him with a smile.

"Is brother going to school tomorrow?"

The camera shakes, Song Guanxing said with a smile: "Yes."

"I want to go too." Song Liuzhi smiled, his eyes curled into crescent moons, "Mom said I can be a bionic person, I'm a little genius!"

Song Guanxing couldn't help laughing, raised his hand to hug Song Liuzhi: "When Xiaozhi grows up, he can go."

Song Liuzhi nodded solemnly: "That Xiaozhi must grow up quickly."

Song Guanxing couldn't help laughing outside the camera.

The screen pauses.

The sunlight from the illuminator shines on the rose garden on the suspended page.

His little one won't grow any more.

In the past ten years, every time Song Guanxing watched this video, his heart ached. He wished he could go back and take Song Liuzhi to Fu'enli, so that the accident back then would not happen.

From the start of the video, Song Yuhe's gaze has been fixed on the seemingly endless rose garden, and the voice of Song Guanxing talking to him seems to be coming from the sky.

That's the rose garden.

Just like in his dream.

Song Yuhe looked at the suspended rose garden, his eyes were empty, and his eyes were slightly distracted.

"flower……"

He suddenly opened his lips slightly and spit out a word.

Song Guanxing almost held his breath, and asked softly, "Do you remember?"

Song Yuhe's body had already started to tremble slightly, he seemed to be in a nightmare, his eyes were distracted and he couldn't focus at all.

Song Guanxing paid close attention to his reaction all the time, was startled when he saw this, and quickly supported him: "Xiaozhi?!"

When Song Yuhe was touched for the first time, his whole body trembled violently, he raised his trembling hands to hug his head, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

He seemed to be stimulated by something, and pushed Song Guanxing away, but he couldn't stabilize his body, staggered and sat on the ground, frowning tightly, and his face was full of pain.

Song Guanxing looked at him blankly.

Song Yuhe's face was covered in cold sweat, struggling to hide in a corner, but in his consciousness, it seemed that countless hands were tightly trapping him, and with a frantic wave of his hand, he directly hit the daylighter standing beside him to the ground .

His slender hand hit the hard machine, and the back of his hand was instantly red. Even so, he was not awakened by the severe pain, and tremblingly wanted to reach out.

"I think……"

After subconsciously saying this sentence, Song Yuhe was taken aback.

He couldn't remember what he wanted to do.

Song Guanxing was completely frightened, he just wanted to use the video to see if he could wake up Song Yuhe's memory, but he didn't expect it to be counterproductive, and Song Yuhe was stimulated to the point of stress.

Song Guanxing was very annoyed, and tried to go forward to appease Song Yuhe.

"Hae River?"

Song Yuhe was in the startled stage of the stress state, his heart was beating violently, his whole body was tense, black spots even began to appear in front of his eyes, and there was a buzzing in his ears, and he couldn't hear what Song Guanxing was saying at all.

Sensing that someone was approaching him, Song Yuhe hid even more in the corner.

At this moment, Bao Qiao, who was sitting outside, heard the commotion, and opened the door with a frown. Seeing this scene, he immediately strode in.

"what happened?!"

Song Guanxing didn't know either, his face was completely at a loss.

Bo Qiao saw the holographic video that hadn't been closed, and probably guessed it.

He originally thought that with the guidance of his relatives, Song Yuhe's reaction would not be as severe as before, but now it seems that it is even more serious.

Song Guanxing treated Song Yuhe exactly like he treated fragile and precious porcelain. Seeing him struggling desperately to repel him, he didn't dare to forcibly step forward, and could only look at Bao Qiao with begging eyes.

Bo Qiao has a good way of dealing with Song Yuhe, regardless of his struggle, he hugged him from the corner, hugged him tightly, and slid his fingers skillfully down his head to the back of his neck, as if to comfort him. Caress like a stressed kitten.

Song Yuhe's eyes and ears were all on strike, and he could hardly smell a familiar mint smell in his nose, and all his struggles were relieved for a while.

He couldn't say a word, and fell asleep directly in Bao Qiao's arms.

Bo Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, picked him up, and went to the medical cabin on the second floor without saying a word.

Song Guanxing finally came to his senses at this moment, hurriedly got up and followed.

Bo Qiao skillfully put Song Yuhe into the medical cabin, noticing that his hands were still tightly hooking his coat, so he took it off and let the coat with a faint mint fragrance drape over him.

The medical cabin operates slowly.

Song Guanxing stood outside the door, staring blankly, not daring to come in for a while.

Bo Qiao sat on the chair beside the medical cabin.

"Come in."

Song Guanxing walked forward slowly as if waking up from a dream, and sat beside Bao Qiao in a daze.

"Falling from space, not to mention passing through a wormhole, it's impossible for nothing to happen." Seeing his listless look, Bo Qiao didn't hurt him, and said everything he knew, "I had something before. I asked him about his childhood, and his reaction was also very violent, but not as serious as it is now."

Song Guanxing stared at Song Yuhe's pale face in the medical cabin, and murmured, "Yes."

"If you don't want to irritate him anymore, it's best to find a psychiatrist and see if he can wake up his memory." Bo Qiao frowned and gave him advice.

Song Guanxing said, "Yes."

"There are still medical records." Bo Qiao sent the medical records that Song Yuhe took for examination to Song Guanxing, "Open it and have a look."

Song Guanxing could only say "um", like a bionic man, commanding one action and opening the medical record sent by Bo Qiao with stiff fingers.

His eyes were full of sadness and numbness, and his eyes fell on the appraisal result of "silver flowed into the body after the explosion" for a long time before he took a sharp breath and regained consciousness completely.

Song Guanxing's hands were shaking, he grabbed Bao Qiao, and asked anxiously, "This is... what does this mean? How can Liuyin be in the body?"

What kind of terrible thing happened to make the terrifying Liuyin drill, which can only be used as a bionic machine, go into the body?

Flowing silver is the most peculiar metal in the entire interstellar. Song's ancestors studied it for many years before they dared to use it on bionics, but the flowing silver after the explosion has terminally ill radiation.

Therefore, in Interstellar, once there is a problem with the flow silver stabilizer, in order not to cause radiation after the flow silver explodes by the program, most people often choose to scrap it.

Even if a drop of silver in the part explodes, it must be returned to the factory.

Song Guanxing knew the horror of Liuyin after the explosion, so his face was so ugly.

Bo Qiao's face was full, "You ask me, who am I to ask?"

Song Guanxing could only withdraw his hand helplessly, and looked at the medical records carefully, and found that the doctor's suggestion was to operate as soon as possible. Noticing the time of diagnosis, he frowned and said, "Why didn't you perform the operation immediately?"

Bo Qiao said concisely: "Busy."

Song Guanxing became anxious when he saw the "flowing silver into the body": "What can be more important than the body?"

Bo Qiao looked at him indifferently and didn't speak.

Song Guanxing was stunned for a moment, and his face turned pale instantly.

He remembered what Song Yuhe was busy with.

——Mechanical Contest.

If he can't participate in the mechanical competition, the bionic man who lives with Song Yuhe will be completely scrapped.

Of course he couldn't waste time by doing the operation that would require him to stay in the hospital for a month.

The reason why Song Yuhe went to participate in the mechanical competition was because of his point of view on Bo Qiao.

Thinking of this, Song Guanxing felt that he was complacently throwing a fierce and sharp knife at Bo Qiao, thinking that it was to defeat the enemy and show off his power, but he didn't expect that the knife turned into a boomerang halfway.

The sharp weapon I threw out with my own hands made a full circle, and finally pierced my heart hard, blood gushing out for several meters.

The pain was so bad that he could hardly breathe.

For the first time, Song Guanxing hated his bad taste.

After so much effort, the medical cabin ended, Song Yuhe looked a little better, and lay obediently in the medical cabin, sleeping soundly.

"Go and contact a psychiatrist for him." Bo Qiao opened the cabin door, gently carried Song Yuhe out of the medical cabin, "Before he recovers his memory, don't stimulate him too much."

Song Guanxing was also scared out of his wits by the stressful Song Yuhe, and nodded quickly when he saw this.

Now he doesn't dare to find fault with Bao Qiao anymore, God knows if the sharp blade thrown out will turn into a boomerang again, piercing him into a sieve.

***

Song Yuhe only remembered that he seemed to have had a nightmare, but the scent of mint mixed with the scent of roses lingering in his nostrils let him know that he was safe, so he relaxed and fell into a dark sleep.

When I woke up, it was already the afternoon of the second day.

He had already returned to Bo Qiao's small villa, the windows were wide open, and a little warm autumn wind was blowing in, fluttering the curtains slightly.

From the angle of the window, you can clearly see the roses in the garden.

No wonder the dream is full of roses.

At this time, Song Yuhe realized that he was holding a crumpled black coat in his arms, which was thin.

He must have slept all night holding the coat tightly, Song Yuhe's cheek was pressed with a button mark, he rubbed it indiscriminately, and pulled the slippers out of the room.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room were also open, and Bo Qiao was sitting on the balcony talking with the human brain.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head slightly, and the setting sun shone on his cold eyes, bringing some warmth inexplicably.

"Are you awake? Still have a headache?"

Song Yuhe trotted over, sat on the cushion next to Bo Qiao's feet, and watched the rose garden under the sunset with him: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

He almost forgot the memory before he passed out, only remembering that his eyes were full of bright red roses.

"That's good." Bo Qiao said, "I'm going out at night, I've ordered takeaway for you, remember to pick it up."

Song Yuhe nodded his head: "Okay."

During the conversation with Song Yuhe, Bo Qiao's voice call was not hung up.

He originally wanted to hang up, but the opposite was Song Guanxing who had just awakened his brother-in-law attributes.

Song Guanxing was discussing the psychiatrist with Bo Qiao's holographic video, but when he saw Song Yuhe coming over suddenly, he was afraid that he would enter a state of stress again when he saw him, so he immediately turned off the holographic video unilaterally and turned on the voice.

From his perspective, he could clearly see Song Yuhe running over sleepily rubbing his eyes.

With the blessing of Song Guanxing's filter, Song Yuhe's messy hair, button marks on his face, and even the posture of sitting cross-legged on the ground are so cute and cute, I can't wait to rush up and hug him in my arms and rub him.

Song Yuhe didn't sit on a chair even if he had one, but sat on the ground like a cat, probably because of the habit he developed in Mofenfen.

Bo Qiao also noticed it, so he kept cushions at home at all times.

Song Yuhe sat and looked at Rose for a while, endured and endured, he couldn't hold it back, and looked at Baoqiao cautiously: "Where are you going, sir?"

If it was normal, he wouldn't ask about Bao Qiao at all, for fear that Bao Qiao would find him annoying.

Now I feel inexplicably a little bit pampered and proud.

Bo Qiao looked down at him, and smiled faintly: "I have something to talk to Song Guanxing."

Hearing this sentence, Song Guanxing outside the communication immediately sat upright, looking at Song Yuhe eagerly, wanting to see his reaction when he heard his name.

Song Yuhe tilted his head: "Huh? That crybaby?"

Song Guanxing: "???"

It was the first time that Bo Qiao heard someone use this kind of words to describe the arrogant Song Guanxing, so he couldn't help laughing softly.

What happened yesterday, Song Yuhe only remembered that Song Guanxing held him and cried for a long time, but he didn't remember much about what happened after that, he only thought that he was anemic and didn't think much about it.

It seemed that the instinct of stress and pain made him avoid that memory.

"Just say something, and I'll be back soon." Bo Qiao said.

Song Yuhe nodded seriously: "Then sir, bring a change of clothes, he made my clothes wet from crying yesterday."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing was extremely ashamed at first, but when his eyes fell on Song Yuhe's cute pajamas, he suddenly realized and frowned, "Who changed his clothes?"

Bo Qiao didn't bother to talk to him.

Song Guanxing immediately said furiously: "Bo Qiao!"

Bo Qiao was so annoyed by his aggressive attitude, and he was not a beast, so could he still take advantage of the child by changing his clothes?

He was about to hang up the communication with a blank face, and Song Guanxing immediately faltered: "Bo Qiao Bo Qiao! I'll just call you by your name, it sounds so nice, haha."

Bo Qiao: "..."

"What's the matter?" Song Yuhe asked worriedly seeing Bo Qiao's complex expression.

"fine."

Bo Qiao put the optical brain on the table: "I'm going to change clothes, you can watch the sunset by yourself."

After speaking, he entered the cloakroom.

Song Yuhe was also very obedient, sitting cross-legged on the cushion to watch the scenery.

On the sky, orange red and blue are intertwined, and the gorgeous sunset shines on him, more delicate and beautiful than that rose.

Song Guanxing also saw the gods.

In the holographic video, Song Yuhe was completely relaxed, and there seemed to be a clear reflection in his eyes looking at the sunset rose, making one wish to drown in those eyes.

Song Guanxing couldn't hold back, and quietly sent a friend request to the communication number that Bao Qiao had sent him.

A "ding" sound awakened Song Yuhe, who was looking at the scenery, and he turned on his optical brain, which was terribly stuck. When he saw a friend request, he didn't think much about it, and just clicked agree.

Song Yuhe didn't see that friend request until the communication number popped up a dialog box [I'm Song Guanxing o(≧v≦)o]

Song Yuhe fell into deep thought when he saw that facial expression.

Song Guanxing tentatively sent him a message, wanting to see his reaction.

[Song Guanxing: (///▽///) Yuhe, are you feeling better? 】

Even if Song Yuhe didn't want to talk to Song Guanxing anymore if he didn't hit the smiling person with his hand, he would still reply to him with a grunt.

[If you do this again, I will call the police: You are not dead. 】

Seeing that he didn't reject him at all, and didn't block him, Song Guanxing was very excited, but he still typed a few words with restraint on his face.

【Song Guanxing: Pay attention to your body, eat well~(≧▽≦)/~】

Song Yuhe looked at the emoji, and thought of Song Guanxing's domineering president's demeanor, and immediately got goosebumps all over his body. He quickly crossed out the communication dialog box, and didn't plan to talk to him anymore.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing didn't know what he did wrong, so he looked at him helplessly.

Song Yuhe's address book has very few friends, and only Lu Jing's unread messages.

Lu Jing was told by Song Guanxing not to irritate Song Yuhe, so he was very careful with his words.

[Mirror: Good boy, do you want to go out for dinner together tonight? 】

[If you do this again, I will call the police: But the husband ordered me takeaway. 】

[Mirror: Then can I go to your place to play?I bought a new game console, and it's fun. 】

Song Yuhe has no interest in games, but he likes Lu Jing to play with him: [I want to ask Mr. 】

After returning, he ran to the cloakroom and knocked lightly on the door.

Bo Qiao was putting on his tie, "Huh?", motioning for him to come in.

Song Yuhe opened a gap, poked a small head in, and asked quietly: "Sir, can I bring my friends to play at home?"

Bo Qiao raised her eyebrows: "Lu Jing?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Yes." Bo Qiao said.

Song Yuhe said happily: "Thank you sir."

After finishing speaking, he cheered and went to reply to Lu Jing.

Song Guanxing watched everything from the sidelines, and after watching it, he became jealous of Lu Jing and gave him a hard look.

Lu Jing, who was following his brother for dinner, was stared at him innocently for no reason.

"Have you finished eating?" Song Guanxing said angrily, "Get out as soon as you finish eating!"

Lu Jing said, "Brother, shouldn't you be happy that Xiao Zhi is back, why does it always seem like you've been eating explosives?"

Song Guanxing who had eaten the explosives grinned and said, "Believe it or not, I will blow you up?"

Lu Jing shrank his head and finished his meal quickly: "Then I'll go find Xiao Zhi to play first!"

Song Guanxing became even more jealous.

He and Bo Qiao made an appointment with Nanhuaixing's psychiatrist holographic video at six o'clock in the evening to discuss what is going on with Song Yuhe. Chat with Song Yuhe.

[Song Guanxing: What are you having for dinner? 】

Song Yuhe ignored it.

[Song Guanxing: We are having dinner, the flowers on the table are so beautiful, and they are still roses. "Picture"]

Song Yuhe still didn't respond.

Song Guanxing was a little frustrated, so he could only rest his chin and watch Song Yuhe in the holographic video in a daze.

But soon, after Bo Qiao got dressed, he took Guangnao and left the small villa.

Video hangs up.

He couldn't even look at Song Yuhe anymore.

Song Guanxing scratched his head and wanted to talk to his younger brother. After struggling for a long time, he read a few more dry goods, such as "How to get closer to people quickly", "One hundred things you must know about communicating with people", "The Art of Communication", and finally The common intersection of the two was finalized.

Mechanical contest.

[Song Guanxing: Yuhe, the mechanical competition is about to start, are you confident? 】

Probably because Song Guanxing was too annoying, Song Yuhe finally replied to his message.

[If you do this again, I will call the police: I have no confidence, okay? 】

These words were obviously annoyed by him, but Song Guanxing’s filter was eight feet thick, and he immediately misunderstood it, imagining that his younger brother’s face was full of frustration but he still had to be strong to say such aggrieved words like “I don’t have confidence” .

Song Guanxing's heart of a younger brother's control immediately rose up, and his fingers were fast, clicking and stamping.

[Song Guanxing: I can pre-determine the first prize for you, don't worry! ! 】

Song Guanxing was so preoccupied with trying to make his younger brother happy that he didn't realize there was anything wrong with his words.

Song Yuhe was probably shocked by his "fairness and justice", and he didn't reply for a long time.

Song Guanxing was still waiting anxiously, when Bo Qiao was led over by the waiter.

After thanking the waiter, Bo Qiao sat on the chair, crossed his legs, and gave him a cold look: "Quick battle."

Song Guanxing was waiting for Song Yuhe's reaction with all his heart, and he responded casually, "Wait a while."

At this moment, Bo Qiao's optical brain rang.

He looked down, sneered, pulled out the dialogue box expressionlessly, and threw it on Song Guanxing's face.

Song Guanxing frowned and looked away from the optical brain, looked at Bao Qiao's dialog box, and immediately froze.

That was a message from Song Yuhe to Bo Qiao.

【Yuhe: (///▽///) Mister!gentlemen!There is a shady scene in the mechanical competition!The first prize is all predetermined! !I began to suspect that the first prize in the previous mechanical competition was also full of water, it was terrible, can it still be like this?I almost don't want to participate, that crybaby is so annoying, I want to try to block him, how do I do it? 】

Song Guanxing: "?????"