Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe's voice was as soft as a spider's thread, and it didn't take long for it to be torn apart by the autumn wind.

But Song Guanxing, who was far ahead, seemed to hear it, and looked back in a daze.

After Song Yuhe finished saying "Brother", his eyes grew suddenly, and the faces of the vile boy in his memory and Song Guanxing's turning back gradually overlapped.

His memory was covered with dust for ten years, and finally burned in a rose-colored fire, and the hazy picture became completely clear.

Song Liuzhi.

Song Guan Xing.

Beautiful rose garden.

And Mom in the Rose Garden.

Song Yuhe stood at the same spot for a long time at a loss, and couldn't accept the old memory because it was too long and he couldn't be sure if it was an old memory he remembered.

57 was also a little surprised: "Is he your brother?"

No wonder Song Yuhe's attitude towards Song Guanxing has always been so strange.

Song Guanxing glanced back at him, with a hint of doubt between his brows, and finally confirmed that he had an auditory hallucination, and when he was about to turn around again, Song Yuhe finally came back to his senses.

He staggered and took a step forward, trying to reach out his hand to hold him back, but the icy water seemed to freeze him, his lips trembled, but he didn't say anything.

57 was a little anxious: "Hurry up."

Song Yuhe's face was pale, and he said dully, "I...I'm afraid."

He was afraid that those pictures were just fragmentary dreams, because some of the actions and scenes overlapped, making him mistaken for his own memory.

57 hates iron but not steel: "Go quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuhe seemed to have regained his composure, and suddenly started to move.

He rushed forward in a gorgeous rose garden path, just like when he was a child, like a light and small butterfly, he rushed straight to Song Guanxing's back.

Song Guanxing was taken aback by him for a moment, feeling Song Yuhe's slender body trembling, his heart immediately softened.

But this time the situation was too serious, Song Guanxing felt that he had to harden his heart, and he couldn't let him just act coquettishly and just expose it.

"Cold?" Song Guanxing said pretendingly indifferently, "Will you jump into the water next time?"

Song Yuhe hugged his waist, it was probably too cold, his teeth chattered slightly and he couldn't speak, he just shook his head.

Song Guanxing wanted to take this opportunity to teach him a lesson, so that he would never dare to take his own life as a joke next time, he sneered, and for the first time showed his yin and yang nature to Song Yuhe.

"Why don't you jump? Keep jumping. How nice it is to swim in the water. Why don't you jump?"

Song Yuhe's pupils trembled, and a little confusion appeared in his eyes. He stared blankly at Song Guanxing, and hesitantly let go of his hand.

Song Guanxing's unfinished yin and yang qi suddenly choked in his throat, he turned around nervously, a little worried that his yin and yang qi was too much, and Song Yuhe was really angry and stopped talking to him.

Fortunately, Song Yuhe just stood there blankly, not angry, nor wanted to run away.

He seemed to be stunned, staring blankly at Song Guanxing.

Song Guanxing coughed dryly, intending to find a step for himself, and said pretendingly indifferently: "Do you know that you are wrong?"

Song Yuhe didn't speak, but just looked at him, the confusion in his eyes gradually dissipated, and a layer of mist gradually covered his eyes, which seemed to be on the verge of falling off at any time.

Song Guanxing saw that he didn't admit his mistake, and the anger that had finally been suppressed surged up again. He said coldly, "Then I won't care about you from now on..."

As soon as the words fell, Song Yuhe's pupils dilated slightly, and two lines of tears finally flowed down.

Song Guanxing was taken aback, thinking that he was speaking too harshly, and he didn't care whether to teach him a lesson, and was about to coax him in a low voice, but he saw Song Yuhe took another step forward, and carefully stretched out his hand to hug him.

Song Guanxing was taken aback.

Song Yuhe murmured: "Please, please."

Song Yuhe forgot how he got along with his brother back then, so he could only use what he learned from the clearest memory just now.

He remembered that after the self in his memory said this sentence, Song Guan Xing was so happy that he looked up to the sky and laughed.

Song Guanxing was dumbfounded by the wrong words, frowned and pushed him away, pinching his chin to identify carefully: "What do you want me to ask?"

Song Yuhe was also at a loss, he didn't quite remember what he begged him for.

He looked up at Song Guanxing for a while, then seemed to remember something, and said softly, "Brother, please give me a hug."

Song Yuhe had been in Mofenfen for ten years, all he wanted was a hug.

Cold hugs, warm hugs, he wanted them both.

Song Guanxing was even more confused by this "brother", he couldn't believe his ears, his first reaction was that Song Yuhe had recovered his memory.

But how is it possible?

Lost the memory of ten years ago, how could it be possible to remember it quietly?

Song Guanxing was terrified, and he didn't believe that such a good thing as Song Yuhe's recognition of him would happen to him, and he didn't even dare to take a chance.

He is too afraid of the kind of hope that cannot be obtained, afraid that this is just a honey trap, and when he is full of expectations, he will be kicked into the abyss again.

Song Guanxing instinctively didn't want to ask any more questions. Seeing that Song Yuhe was shivering from the cold, he said as if to escape, "Let's go back and change clothes first."

Song Yuhe's hair was dripping water, he thought that Song Guanxing knew that he remembered, so he nodded slightly trembling.

Seeing that he didn't say much, Song Guanxing's heart sank again, thinking with a blank face that it really was a trap.

The two walked forward in silence.

Song Yuhe looked sickly at the boundless rose garden around him, and suddenly asked, "The roses are all in bloom, why didn't mom come?"

Song Guanxing stopped and looked at Song Yuhe almost in horror.

Song Yuhe vaguely remembered that when the roses in the botanical garden in Fanfuenli were in full bloom, Xiang Jiu would always come over to admire the roses unmoved.

He was asking casually, but he saw that Song Guanxing was terrified as if he had seen a ghost.

Song Yuhe shouted blankly: "Brother?"

Song Guanxing was stunned for a long time, and finally held a glimmer of hope with difficulty, and said dully: "Xiao Zhi?"

Song Yuhe obediently responded to this strange yet familiar name: "Yeah."

At this moment, Song Guanxing felt that even if the Fuenli volcano erupted and sent him into space, he would not have any unnecessary reactions.

His mind was full of the phrase "brother".

Song Yuhe's voice seemed muffled and muffled because he cried a lot, playing in Song Guanxing's ears in a loop like 3D surround sound.

brother.

brother.

Song Guanxing always thought that when he learned that Song Liuzhi was not dead, he was already the ultimate ecstasy of regaining what was lost, but until now, when the familiar voice of his brother lingered in his ears, he realized the real joy.

During this period of worrying about gain and loss, the grievance of belated awareness finally emerged.

The sadness that he tried to get close but couldn't get any response, and the helplessness that he could only watch him get close to others even though he was the closest person to him...

All this aggrieved seemed to have found an outlet. Song Guanxing was trembling all over, tightening his five fingers in disbelief, feeling his nails sinking deeply into his palm, feeling the heart-wrenching Tengxin almost as if enjoying it, making him Know it's not a dream.

He murmured, "Do you remember me?"

Song Yuhe looked at him strangely, he remembered it just now.

"Ah."

Song Guanxing was stunned by this definite answer. He should have been ecstatic, but the excessive joy almost paralyzed his nerves. He seemed to be hanging in the air, watching himself from the perspective of a bystander. Like a marionette, raising his hands stiffly.

Because the body is too tense, the joints make strange noises.

In the end, Song Guanxing stretched out his hand to hold Song Yuhe tightly in his arms, and feeling the cold touch made his whole body tremble.

He thought blankly: "Am I dreaming, why can't I feel his body temperature?"

Song Guanxing seemed to be in a daze, and for a while he couldn't tell where he was.

Until Song Yuhe's cheek lightly rubbed against his neck, some warm touch spread all over his nerves in an instant.

Song Guanxing choked out a breath suddenly, and finally had a sense of reality.

Until the end, Bo Qiao couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward, pulling Song Yuhe out of his arms.

Song Guanxing, who was lost and recovered, suddenly looked like a miser who had been robbed of a sky-high priced treasure, his eyes turned red immediately, and he realized that he was going to fight Bo Qiao with his life.

Bo Qiao wrapped his coat around Song Yuhe's body, his brows were full of coldness: "Are you so happy and stupid? Just let him hang out like this?"

Song Guanxing was stunned for a while, only to realize that Song Yuhe was soaked at this time, and he had cried again, so he would definitely get sick later.

He hastily wiped away the tears that fell down his face at an unknown time, and quickly snatched the dizzy Song Yuhe from Bo Qiao's hand.

"Go, first, go change clothes first."

Song Yuhe was very well-behaved, nodded his head and followed Song Guan.

At this time, Song Guanxing only realized later, it seemed that Song Yuhe had always been very dependent on him, even before he regained his memory, he still had the attitude of a child's willful and coquettish behavior.

Song Guanxing forcibly suppressed the sourness in his heart, and rushed back to the entrance of the botanical garden with Song Yuhe in his arms.

With the heater fully turned on in the car, Song Yuhe sat in the back seat and took off his wet clothes in a daze, only curled up and shivering slightly naked in Song Guanxing's dry coat.

The car automatically navigated and rushed to the hospital.

Bao Qiao, who was half a step late and didn't get into the car: "..."

That bastard, Song Guanxing, left him at the gate of the botanical garden again!

On the way back, Song Guanxing also walked in a daze like last time, but last time he was full of fear, but this time he hugged Song Yuhe, and ecstasy seeped out from his tense heart little by little.

It wasn't until he went to the hospital, where Song Yuhe changed into his hospital clothes and fell into a deep sleep on a soft bed, that Song Guanxing finally found the full sense of reality.

Song Yuhe...

His Xiaozhi finally remembered him.

It was as if a long-suspended Lingchi suddenly came back to life, causing him pain for a moment again, but soon, he was filled with dense joy.

From then on, the rest of his life was full of sunshine.

No more haze.

***

Song Yuhe felt as if he had had a big absurd dream, and fell asleep for a long time before he vaguely regained his five senses.

First, he moved his fingers slightly, smelling the faint scent of roses and disinfectant in his breath, his eyelashes moved slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

The room was dark, and only a few lights could be seen vaguely through the cracks in the curtains.

He was wondering, and gently stretched out a hand to cover his eyes.

——It's the smell of Song Guanxing's woody perfume.

"Are you awake?" Sure enough, Song Guanxing's voice came from the darkness, "I'll turn on the light, so don't open your eyes yet."

Because Song Yuhe fell into the water, he had a fever for a whole day, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Well, what time is it?"

There was a crisp switch sound in his ear, and Song Yuhe clearly felt the light source penetrated into his eyes from between his fingers, he closed his eyes slightly, and only tried to open his eyes when Song Guanxing's hand left.

Song Guanxing sat by the bed, looking down at him.

"It's already ten o'clock in the evening."

Song Yuhe saw him and called him, "Brother."

Song Guanxing heaved a sigh of relief with no trace in his heart, and then stepped forward to hold his cold hand, and smiled so much that the corners of his mouth almost reached behind his ears, and he replied happily, "Well, I'm here."

Fortunately, Song Yuhe's first sentence was "Brother" instead of "Sir". If Song Yuhe regained his memory and his mind was full of Bao Qiao, Song Guanxing would vomit to death.

Just thinking of this, Song Yuhe recalled Bao Qiao who was thrown in the botanical garden by himself for the second time, and felt a little guilty.

After such a long time, after Song Yuhe regained his memory, he and Song Guanxing didn't seem to have the slightest feeling of being apart for many years.

It's like going back to my childhood.

At that time, Song Guanxing was studying in Fu'enli, and Xiaotuanzi used Xiang Jiu's optical brain to talk to him every day, calling him brother sweetly.

Song Liuzhi was still too young at that time, and Song Guanxing only stayed in Fu'enli for three months, and he would count the time on his fingers, silently counting when his brother would come back.

When Song Guanxing returned home after half-semester class, the little group happily carried his little rose toy and happily ran around behind his brother.

There is no half alienation and rawness.

The current Song Yuhe is in this state. Even if he recognizes his brother, he is not as clingy as he was after being separated for so many years, and his attitude is no different from the attitude before he did not recover his memory.

Seeing that he didn't mention any topics, Song Guanxing was a little anxious, and asked sideways, "How did you remember me?"

He always felt that this matter was so smooth that he began to wonder if he was dreaming again.

"Before, I always thought it was just a dream, so I didn't think much about it." Song Yuhe still had a sick face even after the fever subsided, "I suddenly remembered it today."

Song Guanxing's face twitched slightly, and he said suspiciously: "You don't think it's because... I beat you up, do you remember it?"

Song Yuhe thought for a while: "It seems so."

Song Guanxing: "..."

If he had known that he would scold Song Yuhe viciously the first time he saw him, maybe Song Yuhe would have recognized his ancestor and returned to his clan long ago.

Song Yuhe leaned back sickly, and it took him a while to remember: "Where is Mr.?"

If it had been before, Song Guanxing's face would have turned green, but he didn't know if Song Yuhe had recovered his memory. Song Guanxing ensured that his position would not be replaced by anyone, and his mind was extremely relaxed.

He was very generous and said in a good mood: "I don't know, let me make a video call and ask him?"

Song Yuhe nodded.

Song Guanxing held the optical computer and opened the communication list with his fingers briskly. Before he could click on Bo Qiao's dialog box, Xiang Jiu's holographic video suddenly called.

Song Guanxing's hands stopped.

Song Yuhe heard the ringtone and opened his eyes in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Song Guanxing didn't know for a moment whether he should receive Xiang Jiu's communication in front of Song Yuhe.

The bell was still ringing, Song Guanxing said hesitantly, "It's mother's message."

Song Yuhe was taken aback.