Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe looked curiously at the handsome man with elegant temperament, and nodded instinctively.

"it is good."

Bo Qiao nodded slightly at Song Yan, then turned and left.

Song Yuhe subconsciously followed Bo Qiao's direction for a few steps, and soon remembered not to cause trouble to others, so he stopped and watched him enter the research room.

Song Guanxing looked sour from the side, but he couldn't take the initiative to approach, so he found a corner and hung around to see how his father planned to communicate with Xiao Zhi.

Song Yan has always been gentle and calm, even when Xiang Jiu was completely insane, he handled everything gracefully and calmly like a bionic person.

It wasn't until three years after the accident that Song Guanxing accidentally discovered that Song Yan, who was usually a gentle scholar, contacted the pirates in private, trying to hire them at a high price to illegally salvage the cabin that fell from the flying boat that year.

Only then did he know that Song Yan was not indifferent to Song Liuzhi's death, but he was just used to not expressing his emotions and anger, so he would not show it.

And at that time, he was the pillar of the Song family. If even he was messed up, the Song family might not be like this now.

Ten years later, Song Yan became more introverted and gentle. Even when he saw Song Yuhe, his eyes trembled, he smiled without changing his face, and said, "What do you want to know?"

Song Yuhe was extremely curious about all the instruments in the laboratory, so he was not polite to hear this, and ran over to ask all the curious things.

Song Yan was extremely patient, looked at him gently, and answered him one by one.

These instruments are all Song Yuhe has never seen before, and he took a small notebook to write them down - although it is useless to write them down, but it is even more useless not to write them down.

Song Yuhe twittered for a long time and finally figured out all the instruments in the laboratory, and looked at him with wide eyes longingly: "You know a lot."

Song Yan never took his eyes off him. He smiled when he heard the child's praise, took a glass of books and handed him: "Drink some water."

Song Yuhe took the water a little embarrassedly, and obediently took a few sips after thanking him.

"From what you're saying, it doesn't seem like you're from the planet Fuenli?" Song Yanruo nonchalantly raised the topic and chatted with him.

Song Yuhe said meekly: "Yes, I belong to Mo Fenfen."

"Mo Fenfen." Song Yan looked down at the water in the cup, his eyes were slightly red, and he murmured, "It's so far away."

Song Yuhe didn't notice his abnormality, so he nodded half-understood - at that time, Qin Xian took him through three transition points to Fu'enli, sitting on the flying boat and didn't know what year it was, and didn't know the distance Whether it is far or not.

Song Yan's tone was soft and clear, and he gave people a feeling of spring breeze when chatting. Song Yuhe was young and even less experienced. He was almost led by the nose and chatted a lot in a daze.

A seemingly therapeutic chat ended.

Song Yuhe always felt that the person in front of him was a little familiar, but he couldn't tell where he had seen it before, and he was also very strange, as long as he raised his head, he could immediately meet his gaze.

— as if he had been focusing on himself the whole time.

Song Yuhe felt a little strange, while Song Yan was drinking water, he found an excuse that he was going to play with Bao Qiao, and trotted away.

Song Guanxing, who had been lingering in the corner, couldn't hold back when he saw this, and stepped forward cautiously: "Dad, how are you?"

Song Yan didn't look at the test materials in his hand, and shook his head: "Not very good."

Song Guanxing was stunned.

From a layman's point of view, Song Yuhe's answers are fluent, docile and well-behaved, and the questions he answers are not dark and gloomy, but more like a little sun, who can't stop laughing at everything he says.

It didn't look like he was suffering at all.

"Dad, Xiaozhi was brought up by bionics, is it related to this?"

After all, the brain circuits of bionics are fundamentally different from those of humans.

Song Guanxing didn't want to believe that Song Yuhe's spirit was also a little abnormal, so he asked expectantly.

"It has nothing to do with this." Song Yan tapped his finger on the optical brain, "His way of thinking does not seem to be brought up by a bionic person. On the contrary, the person who gets along with him day and night is like a human being."

Song Guanxing was stunned, and then he took a deep breath without showing any signs.

Song Yan: "What?"

Song Guanxing said in a low voice: "Accompanying Xiaozhi is Bo Qiao's special bionic person back then. Xiaozhi seems to say... that bionic person has the consciousness of autonomous action."

But no one ever believed his words.

After all, bionics are just made of a bunch of cold parts, and even their actions are driven by countless programs, so it is impossible to be the same as humans.

Song Yan looked up at Song Yuhe who was carefully poking his head in through the door of Bo Qiao's research room, his eyes sank slightly: "Has he finished the bionic man for the mechanical competition?"

"It's done." Song Guanxing's expression was complicated. He had dealt with bionics since he was a child, and he couldn't accept the fact that the iron bumps made of cold parts could be compared with human beings. "I heard that what he plans to do is a bionic with the ability to act autonomously .”

Because of this, Song Yuhe was ridiculed many times in private.

Song Yan turned off the optical brain, and said softly, "Focus on his bionic man."

Song Guanxing will do it without Song Yan reminding him, he nodded: "Then Xiao Zhi, do you have any other problems? What should I do if I lose my memory?"

"This needs to be guided a little bit." Song Yan, who is always gentle and elegant, glanced at Song Guanxing, and rarely said a harsh word, "Don't be so stupid as to provoke him with a video."

Song Guanxing blushed and said awkwardly, "Okay."

Song Yan has a deep understanding of psychology, and after chatting for a while, he roughly understood Song Yuhe's situation, and even prescribed medicine for him.

Song Yan's attitude towards Song Yuhe looked like he was really treating ordinary patients. Song Yuhe wanted to go home after playing, but he didn't show any reluctance and said goodbye to him with a smile.

——Unlike Song Guanxing, who was so reluctant to part with tears, wishing he could rush up and snatch his younger brother back.

After wandering around the research institute for a day, Song Yuhe was so tired that his feet hurt, but he still stood strong when he got home, looking at Bao Qiao eagerly.

Bo Qiao looked at him suspiciously, not understanding why he was staring at her so, she took off her coat and put it on the sofa.

Song Yuhe was waiting for this, and he cheered when he saw this, he threw himself on the sofa, squinted his eyes against the warm coat, and curled up like a cat.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao rubbed the center of his brows, only to feel a headache.

He actually changed Song Yuhe's bad habit of sitting on the ground, but why did he let him develop another more terrible habit?

What's the matter with always holding a coat worn by someone else?

Is this normal?

Bo Qiao took out the medicine that Song Guanxing secretly gave him, put it in the small medicine cabinet, poured out a pill, and said the excuse that he had thought of before: "You are too thin, remember to take some vitamins every night from now on."

Song Yuhe opened his eyes and looked at him in a daze: "Vitamins?"

Bo Qiao took one and handed it to his mouth: "Ah."

Song Yuhe let out an "ah", and directly chewed the medicine in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

Bo Qiao who was getting water: "..."

After Song Yuhe swallowed, he covered his throat and wrinkled his face: "It's bitter, my throat is still stuck."

Bo Qiao thought nonsense with a blank face, this is swallowed directly, not the candy that was chewed, wouldn't his throat be stuck?

To Song Yuhe, everything Bo Qiao does is for his own good, even taking that unlabeled medicine is like chewing candy, smack, smack, no matter how unpalatable it is, you have to swallow it.

Song Yan gave him a week's worth of medicine, and Song Yuhe didn't reject it in the slightest, and agreed to take it once a day.

When it was time to take the second medicine, the mechanical competition began.

On Tuesday, Song Yuhe got up early to get ready, humming a song in a low voice and looked confident, as if the special Liuyin stabilizer had already been in his pocket, and he was about to go get it.

Bo Qiao was full of classes all day, and drank a cup of coffee to refresh himself. Seeing Song Yuhe's face was full of joy, he raised his eyebrows and said, "So confident?"

Song Yuhe was very confident in the aspect of bionics, put on his coat, his eyes sparkled: "None of them can fight."

Bo Qiao was told by him that he wanted to see the bionic man made by Song Yuhe himself.

After breakfast, Song Yuhe trotted to Fuenli Research Institute to take out his newly made bionic man.

The bionic man with the appearance of 57 is in the standby state, quietly lowering his head and looking at Song Yuhe. What is different from the ordinary bionic man is that even if he has not turned on the machine, his eyes are as bright as the sun, shining crystal clear. shine.

Song Yuhe stood on tiptoe and turned on the switch behind his ear.

There was only a slight sound of mechanical operation, and the bionic man seemed to come to life, with a smile on his lips, looking at Song Yuhe gently.

Song Yuhe opened his arms towards him, jumped up, and said happily, "You give me a hug."

The bionic man's program did not embrace this behavior, and he blinked his eyes full of human curiosity.

"That's it." Song Yuhe was not discouraged, he tiptoed around his neck, and said affectionately, "That's it, give him a hug."

The bionic man tried to wrap his cold hands around Song Yuhe's neck, showing a puzzled expression, meaning "like this?"

Song Yuhe's neck was full of sensitive areas, and it shook when he touched it. He stepped back a little, circled around him several times, and whispered, "Why didn't you hug me? Why didn't he hug me?"

57 said angrily: "You made him just to hug you? If you want to use 'hug' to prove that he has the ability to act independently, I'm afraid the judges will give you a duck egg."

Song Yuhe didn't play anymore, turned the bionic man into a small piece, put it in his backpack and walked towards the competition venue of the mechanical competition.

The mechanical competition is very lively every year. Before entering the competition venue, a stall has been set up on the side of the road, selling everything, and there are many piles of people from foreign schools who come to watch the competition with their permits.

Song Yuhe wore a mask and looked around curiously. When passing by a flower stall, the stall owner called him in a low voice: "Yuhe."

Song Yuhe looked over suspiciously.

The young lady at the flower stand happened to be the one who was going to give Song Yuhe flowers during the Qixi Festival. She recognized Song Yuhe at a glance in the vast crowd, and she couldn't help but burst into tears when she saw his well-behaved appearance with his schoolbag on his back. It's all motherly love.

"I heard that you are going to participate in the mechanical competition?" The young lady greeted him very familiarly, "Come here, come here, what flower do you like, sister... I will give it to you."

Song Yuhe's eyes lit up, and he felt embarrassed again, and asked cautiously, "Is it really possible?"

Seen by his eyes, the young lady covered her chest with a "wow", thinking to herself, mother's good boy, I would be willing to take me away if you spread me out!

"Ok, Ok!"

Song Yuhe didn't refuse, and happily looked at the flower stand for a long time, and finally picked a dark rose.

The color of the rose was so dark that it was almost black.

The little sister didn't feel bad either, and waved her hand: "I'll send you off, I wish you a successful start and the first place."

Song Yuhe said seriously: "Thank you, I will."

He waved his hand, pinched the rose branch and couldn't put it down, and showed off to 57: "Look, I met a good man again."

As soon as the words were finished, Song Yuhe looked up and saw Zhou Xuan and his cronies walking over together.

57 Yin Yang said angrily: "Look, you have met a bad guy again."

Song Yuhe: "..."

Zhou Zhouxuan also saw Song Yuhe, and he didn't give way, instead, he went up to him and said sarcastically, "Hey, isn't this Young Master Song who came in through the back door? He was still able to participate in the competition after being punished, the backstage is really tough. "

Song Yuhe didn't get angry when he was irritated by yin and yang, but smiled obediently at him as if he had no temper.

57 couldn't bear this violent temper, and said angrily, "Cub! Do..."

But after thinking about it, they are now at the gate of the Mechanical Contest. If these grandchildren lose the hard-earned places, it will not be worth the loss.

The Mechanical Contest seemed to be the same as Song Yuhe's crime, it went up and down several times like a roller coaster, and now it's still trying to be safe.

57 aggrieved and changed the subject: "When the game is over, fuck him!"

Song Yuhe usually ignored 57's irritable words, but this time, for some reason, he actually laughed.

Those dark blue eyes completed beautiful crescent moons, making them look more docile.

He said obediently: "Okay."

Zhou Zhouxuan and Song Yuhe were going in the same direction, probably Qiu who was beaten up last time still remembered, knowing that Song Yuhe didn't dare to resist now, and on the way to the competition venue, he was full of sarcasm and sarcasm.

Song Yuhe turned a deaf ear to the ridicule behind him, and walked forward holding the rose like a treasure.

There is a dedicated bionic machinery center building for the mechanical competition at Fuenli University. Song Guanxing waited at the gate early and looked eagerly in the direction of the school gate.

During this time, Song Guanxing tried every means to see Song Yuhe every day, sometimes relying on Lu Jing, sometimes he had to give up his dignity to beg Bo Qiao, very humble.

Yang Guan sprinkled on Xiangzhang Road, and finally Song Yuhe appeared with a small schoolbag on his back.

Song Guanxing burst into ecstasy, and forcibly suppressed it so that he didn't lose the cold and serious image of the domineering president in the eyes of others. He pretended to look at the sky and the earth, and finally let his eyes sweep to Song Yuhe, making a "what a coincidence, what a coincidence, why are you here?" I met you here" expression.

It's just that the expression didn't last long before it was broken by Zhou Xuan who followed closely.

"Song Yuhe." Probably seeing that Song Yuhe was too calm, Zhou Xuan finally couldn't hold back, and stopped him with a half-smile, "I heard that you want to be a bionic human with autonomous consciousness, this time Let's open our eyes. After all, we've never seen a living iron bump before."

Originally thought that Song Yuhe would still swallow his anger like before, but unexpectedly, he stopped in his tracks.

Song Yuhe had already walked out of the shadow of the camphor road, his clean clothes were whitened by the sun, his slightly long hair showed a black luster, he just raised his eyes slightly, causing the people behind Zhou Zhou to take a breath of cool air .

this person……

A little too pretty.

Song Yuhe stared straight at Zhou Xuan, pursed his pale lips, and showed a smile without haze.

"Okay." Song Yuhe's eyes were extremely pure, like a child's innocence, but when he looked closely, there was an inexplicable weirdness, "I really want to meet your bionic man too."

Zhou Xuan frowned suddenly.

Song Yuhe's words always felt like he knew something.

Before he could think about it, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the side, and he soon arrived in front of him.

Zhou Zhouxuan looked up, and was taken aback suddenly when he saw the person coming.

"What are you talking about?"

Song Guanxing had a false smile on his face, but his eyes were cold, and he looked at Zhou Xuan indifferently.

"Let me listen too."