Blame him for being too pretty

When Song Guanxing left Bo Qiao's house, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

He didn't sleep well at first, and sat drowsily in the car that picked him up. He was still angry after thinking about it, and opened the communication list expressionlessly to send a message to Bo Qiao.

【Song Guanxing: You, you are not allowed to go to the botanical garden, now, immediately, go and tell Yuhe that you have an arrangement and can't go. 】

[Mint: Sick. 】

[Song Guanxing:? ? ? ? ?What's up with your ID name? ? ? ? ? 】

[Mint: I like mint, what's the problem? 】

【Song Guanxing: ...】

Song Guanxing leaned on the back of the chair and beat his chest, so as not to be overwhelmed with anger.

But now is not the time to worry about this strange ID, Song Guanxing continued to send messages.

[Song Guanxing: Don't go tomorrow, if you really plan to go...]

[ Mint: Heh, how's it going? 】

[Song Guanxing: I beg you!do not go!I beg you! 】

Bo Qiao: "..."

Song Guanxing, who always likes to be begged by others, rarely begged others, Bo Qiao thought it was very strange, after "clicking" to take a screenshot, he didn't bother to talk to him, and Song Guanxing didn't reply to his message no matter how hard he went.

In the end, Song Guanxing had no choice but to give up completely, but being able to go to the botanical garden to see roses with Song Yuhe was also a pleasant surprise.

As for Bo Qiao, just pretend he doesn't exist.

Song Guanxing thought happily, counting the seconds, and finally made it to the next morning.

As usual, he got up at six o'clock to knock on the door of Bo Qiao's villa, but fortunately, Bo Qiao knew about his peeing habits, got up early, and was having breakfast at this time.

In the ownership contract of the botanical garden that Song Guanxing sent before, there was a card of the rose garden of the botanical garden. Song Yuhe liked it very much, and always played with it open and closed. This time he could really go to the rose garden. He was looking forward to it, sitting at the table Humming a song while eating, I feel very good.

Seeing Song Guanxing coming in, his eyes lit up, he ate the sandwiches in two bites, jumped off the chair, and said happily: "Let's go now, can the rose garden open at this time?"

When he asked this question, Song Guanxing knew that he hadn't read the ownership contract of the botanical garden at all, and said indulgently, "It can bloom. With morning dew today, the flowers will look better."

Song Yuhe's eyes bent into crescents when he was happy, making him look more cute.

The three of them finished their breakfast and went to the botanical garden by car.

Along the way, Song Yuhe obediently wore a seat belt and sat in the back seat, fiddling with the cards in the rose garden, zooming in and out of the roses with his fingers, his eyes full of love and joy.

He really loves roses, and this time he came out with the mechanical rose pendant that Bo Qiao gave him for the first time on his brain, and a rose bracelet and ring on his hands. When he was swinging his feet up, Song Guanxing was still in the gap between his trouser legs Inside, I caught a glimpse of the red rose anklet, which was attached to the snow-white ankle, looking inexplicably sexy.

Song Guanxing gave Bo Qiao a cold look, and felt that this person had no good intentions in buying Song Yuhe's anklets.

animals.

His brother is still a child.

"Yuhe." Song Guanxing talked to Song Yuhe, "How is your data debugging yesterday?"

As soon as he mentioned this, Song Yuhe closed the card, and said to him seriously: "I adjusted the oglk data of the third line to 56.241, which seems to be useful. I will wait for the instruments purchased by the research institute to arrive in a few days and try again. try."

Song Guanxing raised his eyebrows: "Shouldn't this threshold be 55.99, is it really possible to exceed this much?"

Song Yuhe nodded: "Yes."

Bo Qiao at the side: "???"

What a mess, I can't even understand it.

Bo Qiao, who is studying medicine, listened to the chat data of the two bionic machinery departments as if he was listening to a bible, and he fell asleep after listening for a while.

Bo Qiao couldn't even get in the conversation, so he had to play with the optical brain aggrievedly.

Song Guan glanced at Bao Qiao's gloomy appearance from the corner of his eye, and felt secretly refreshed.

When the topic came to an end, Bo Qiao hurriedly closed his brain, coughed and planned to talk to Song Yuhe.

Song Guanxing noticed it sharply, and immediately said "ah", and said, "By the way, Yuhe, there is one more thing."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao choked on the words that just came to his lips, almost choking to death.

Song Yuhe: "What?"

"The trophy." Song Guanxing took out Xinghe's trophy from the box beside him with a smile, "This is the trophy that Xinghe made, and it's for him."

Song Yuhe was not interested in the trophy at first, but when he heard that it belonged to him, his eyes lit up, "Wow", and happily took the trophy box: "He actually got the trophy?"

"Well." Song Guanxing explained the origin of the trophy to him, "There are very few people who have won this trophy these years, and he deserves it."

Song Guanxing gradually figured out Song Yuhe's preferences, as long as he praised his bionic man or took him to see roses, he would be happy for a long time.

Very coaxing.

He was being praised, Song Yuhe was really happy, he couldn't put it down looking at the trophy, the joy on his face couldn't be stopped.

57 said: "Look at others, and then look at Bo Qiao."

Song Yuhe poked the logo on the trophy unhappily: "If you talk about Mr. again, I will get angry."

57:"……"

Seeing his face change, Song Guanxing thought he was unhappy, so he asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Song Yuhe shook his head, and he showed Bo Qiao the Xinghe logo, "Sir, look, it's the same as your trophy."

Bo Qiao, who was very unhappy at first, disappeared in a second, pretending to be calm and said: "Well, let's put the two trophies on the living room when we go back tonight."

"it is good!"

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing was about to die of acid, but he couldn't say anything, he could only force his face to smile.

More than an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of the botanical garden.

Song Yuhe jumped out of the car, took a deep breath of the clear morning air, and the drowsiness disappeared instantly.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the botanical garden was empty, the green plants on the roadside were full of dewdrops, and the top of the mountain was full of dense mist, which was almost connected with the clouds in the sky.

Song Yuhe was looking forward to the Rose Garden even more, and ran forward along the signboard, while Song Guanxing and Bao Qiao followed slowly.

Bo Qiao is not a person who holds grudges too much. Seeing Song Yuhe running to the front for a while and then running back, he was so excited that he hesitated for a while and asked Song Guanxing: "His medicine is finished, should he continue to take it?" ?”

Song Guanxing was stunned for a moment before realizing that what Bo Qiao was talking about was the medicine Song Yan prescribed for Song Yuhe to heal his mind.

"I'll go back and ask."

Bo Qiao raised her eyebrows: "Aren't you going to test him again?"

Song Yuhe's mentality was obviously much better than before. Even if 57 hadn't been repaired before, he didn't collapse, and even jumped up and down again after being coaxed a few times.

Song Guanxing quickly said: "Don't, don't!"

Bo Qiao looked at him incredulously.

If he was Song Guanxing, he would have long wished to recognize Song Yuhe back home, but he is fine, why is his relationship with Song Yuhe getting better and better, but shrinking back more and more?

However, considering Song Yuhe's behavior after watching a video before, Song Guanxing's scruples made sense.

Bo Qiao didn't meddle in their family's affairs, and walked quickly to catch up with Song Yuhe who was waiting for him: "Run slowly, be careful of slipping."

Song Yuhe laughed: "No way."

The three of them walked on the winding path for more than ten minutes, and finally arrived at the legendary rose garden.

Song Yuhe knew he had reached his destination when he smelled the faint scent of roses in the air. As soon as his eyes lit up, he ran forward, still shouting: "Rose! Rose!"

Seeing him running forward without touching his heels, Song Guanxing was also frightened, and hurriedly said: "It rained last night, and the road is very slippery, be careful!"

Song Yuhe ignored him, turned quickly and disappeared into a greenery.

Before arriving at the rose garden, Song Yuhe's mind was full of the little holographic projection on the card, and he only vaguely had a rough outline of the rose garden. He only knew that it was very big and beautiful. past roses.

He walked through the wisteria-lined avenue, came out suddenly from the narrow place, and was instantly covered with bright red all over the mountains and plains.

The vast expanse of roses that only existed in fantasy, even surpassed his barren imagination, could not be seen at a glance. Dewdrops filled the buds, and when blown by the breeze, crystal clear water droplets rolled down from the petals.

Song Yuhe stared blankly at the roses that filled his field of vision, and almost forgot to breathe for a moment.

He had countless dreams about roses, but this was the first time he knew that roses could be so beautiful.

Song Yuhe walked forward a little at a loss, his eyes didn't know where to fall.

Bo Qiao had already walked over, seeing Song Yuhe didn't even know how to walk and didn't move forward, and stood silently by the side.

Song Guanxing found a specially bred rose plant, which was Song Liuzhi's favorite when he came to the botanical garden to see roses for the last time.

Later, Song Guanxing bought the plant, but did not remove it. Song Guanxing would sit in front of this rose for a long time on the "death day" every year.

Song Guanxing took the small scissors and cut off one of the blooming roses, and walked towards Song Yuhe, which had already started to run happily.

Song Yuhe's cheeks were flushed with excitement, and after running in the rose garden for a while, he happily rushed to Song Guanxing, tugged at his sleeve and shook it: "There are so many roses!"

Song Guanxing's hand holding the rose trembled slightly.

When he brought Song Liuzhi to the rose garden for the first time, the little child tugged at his sleeves excitedly and said the same thing.

Song Guanxing's eyes darkened, and he forced a smile and handed him the rose in his hand: "Look, do you like this one?"

Song Yuhe looked down, saw the extremely high-grade rose color, and said "Wow", "It looks good, I like it!"

He took it, thanked him obediently, and started running forward again.

There is a natural lake next to the rose garden, and the scenery is also unique. Usually, some tourists are not willing to walk, so they rent boats to float around the lake and rivers, saving the need to walk around.

Song Guanxing didn't stop him, he walked slowly along the edge of the lake, with a gentle smile in his eyes, staring at Song Yuhe intently.

Probably because the wind was a bit strong, when Song Yuhe passed by the lake, he loosened his fingers holding the rose, and the light flower was blown directly into the lake beside him.

Song Yuhe froze all over.

Song Guanxing stepped forward with some amusement: "It's okay, I'll give it to you again..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yuhe came back to his senses and jumped directly into the lake.

Puff.

Song Guanxing was stunned immediately, and after he quickly reacted, his whole body broke out in a cold sweat. He was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he rushed over in embarrassment, hissing: "Yuhe——"

Song Yuhe had already picked up the rose that had almost fallen, and pulled the mulberry tree on the bank to climb up dripping with surprise on his face. He shook the rose full of water droplets towards Song Guanxing, and said like offering a treasure: "Look, I picked it up."

Song Guanxing: "..."

From when the rose fell into the lake to when Song Yuhe picked it up, it took less than ten seconds. It was as short as an episode when you tripped over a pebble.

Bo Qiao was also frightened, and ran over quickly, and was relieved to see Song Yuhe climbing up by himself.

He originally planned to step forward and scold Song Yuhe, but seeing Song Guanxing's expression, he stopped in his tracks.

Song Guanxing stared blankly at Song Yuhe walking beside him, his delicate little face was pale with cold, even his lips were trembling but he still smiled happily at Song Guanxing.

It's as if he's just randomly picking up lost roses from the ground and doesn't think there's any problem at all.

Song Guanxing was trembling all over, and his pupils were slightly dilated.

He wanted to force himself to show a decent smile like before, comfort Song Yuhe in turn, and even praise him for being so good, but his face seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't even move the corners of his lips.

Ever since he knew that Song Yuhe was his younger brother, Song Guanxing has been trying his best to pretend to be a good brother, not wanting to leave any bad impression on Song Yuhe, even if Song Yuhe sneaked out after the operation regardless of his body, he Also force yourself not to be angry or angry.

After suffering so much, Song Guanxing almost forgot how bad his nature was.

When he was a child, Song Liuzhi was very lively and mischievous, causing trouble everywhere, Song Yan and Xiang Jiu spoiled him completely, only Song Guanxing would act as a bad face, and caught him and taught him a severe lesson.

Song Liuzhi likes to cling to him, and is also most afraid of him.

Song Guanxing felt that he should be unscrupulous in front of Song Liuzhi, and taught him a severe lesson for his disregard of his own body, and guided him a little bit for his mischievous connivance, so that his younger brother would not become that kind of spoiled dandy.

It's just that the fear of losing and getting back made him keep trying to control himself, thinking that if he was a little more gentle, Song Yuhe would get close to him.

But now, Song Guanxing stared blankly at Song Yuhe, who was drenched and shivering from the cold, happily holding the cheap rose, as if he had picked up some priceless treasure, and the high wall erected in his heart was suddenly broken .

"You are..." Song Guanxing lost his pupils and opened his lips blankly, "What are you doing?"

Song Yuhe's joy remained undiminished, and he said joyfully, "Pick up roses."

Song Guanxing stared at the wet rose in Song Yuhe's hand, his eyes were full of confusion.

Rose……

What kind of roses could he pick up that would cost him his life?

In an instant, violent anger spread belatedly into Song Guanxing's chest, and it exploded with a bang.

Song Guanxing's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to suppress his anger, but he couldn't suppress it at all.

"What rose?!"

Song Guanxing's anger finally reached the peak. He directly burst out his fear and rage, and sternly said to Song Yuhe: "What kind of rose can make you jump into the water?! Are you dying!!"

Song Yuhe was directly stunned by the scolding, and looked at him timidly, water droplets rolled down from his eyelashes, it looked like he was crying.

But Song Guanxing knew that Song Yuhe didn't know what fear was at all, he dared to urge himself to leave during the self-destruct procedure as if nothing had happened, and dared to jump into the unknown depth of the lake in late autumn.

How dare he...

He dares anything.

He didn't seem to know what death was, or maybe he had experienced too many scary things in Mofenfen, which made him numb to danger and death.

No matter what it was, it made Song Guanxing's heart ache as if he had been hacked into pieces.

"Do you want to die?" Song Guanxing's fury was only for a moment, and the words that followed seemed to be whispering to himself when he was dying, "Do you want to live?"

Song Yuhe had never been so fierce before, let alone Song Guanxing who had always been kind to him. His heart constricted for a while, and he took a step forward in fear, and said dully: "You...don't be angry."

He didn't know where he was wrong, and wanted to explain that the water by the lake was very shallow and nothing would happen, but seeing Song Guanxing as if he had lost his most precious thing, his distraught appearance was too frightening, so he dared not say anything .

He could only say: "Don't be angry, I know I was wrong."

No one told him the danger, and no one stopped him, so Song Yuhe never knew to be afraid.

But now, Song Guanxing's uncontrollable rage suddenly made him afraid.

He was afraid, timid, and even scared after knowing it.

Song Guanxing felt that there seemed to be tears on his face. He wiped his face in embarrassment, took a breath, stabilized his trembling voice, turned around and said softly, "Go back to the car and change clothes first."

After finishing speaking, he walked forward quickly, leaving only Song Yuhe's back.

Song Yuhe stared blankly at Song Guanxing's back, wondering if he was frozen or didn't sleep well, and a picture flashed in his mind.

It seemed that there was a tall figure walking forward without looking back like now. He stumbled and chased after him with short legs, shouting something childishly.

Hearing the sound, the man stopped in his footsteps and turned his head slightly.

These memories also appeared in Song Yuhe's dreams, but whether it was the man or the gentle rose beauty, they could never see their faces clearly.

But this time, the cloud that covered the face of the boy who turned his head began to slowly dissipate, finally revealing a handsome and familiar face.

The young man had handsome eyebrows and smirked at him: "Little short legs, can't you catch up?"

Song Yuhe heard a childish voice saying obediently: "I can't catch up."

The boy said: "Then please beg me, please, I will consider hugging you."

The milky child frowned for a long time, and didn't know what was wrong with his brother, who was so keen on being "begged" by others.

He was so tired that he had to say, "Please, please."

The boy laughed loudly: "I've thought about it seriously, and I plan not to hug you."

"..."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and ran away again with a smile.

The child called him wronged: "..."

That memory flashed quickly, and then the roses in the memory vaguely overlapped with the surrounding rose garden, and more pictures seemed to be cleared away like clouds and mist, revealing the real and complete memory.

Song Yuhe, who was drenched all over, staggered forward two steps, opened and closed his lips, and then let out a confused sound,

"elder brother."