Blame him for being too pretty

Chapter 60 Frozen Snowflakes

Xiang Jiu finally got the answer she had been searching for for ten years, but it was the one she couldn't accept the most.

She has loved the coddled rose since she was a child, and her personality is also like a rose, coddled, glamorous, and gentle.

Xiang's family has a large rose garden, and after she married Song Yan, the number and variety of roses planted in the manor became more diverse.

In the past ten years, when Xiang Jiu was rarely sober, she would always cry and ask Song Yan why her Xiao Zhi had to leave her sight and why she had to leave her side.

Song Yan didn't know the truth, so he could only think of various reasons to comfort her.

Song Yan said everything, but never said that Song Liuzhi left Xiang Jiu's side because he wanted to get roses for his mother.

Xiang Jiu's tears flowed even more fiercely, choking with Song Yuhe in his arms, unable to speak at all.

I don't know if her eyes are full of tears, or her condition is getting worse, and there seems to be hallucinations that she has never seen before.

Those rose gardens who had enjoyed brief moments of mental peace during his miserable decade began to show their teeth and claws.

In her eyes, the bright red roses gradually became ferocious and terrifying. They bloomed behind Song Yuhe one by one, like bloody withered hands stretched out from all directions, as if they wanted to drag Song Yuhe's body into the darkness drag.

Xiang Jiu was terrified and had no strength to scream anymore. She just hugged Song Yuhe tightly and used her thin and slender body to protect her child.

Those are not roses!

It is a terrible, ferocious monster!

That was the culprit that caused the separation of her own flesh and blood. The petals were like mouths full of blood, trying to swallow her child in vain.

Xiang Jiu herself doesn't know whether she is sober or insane now, she only knows that she wants to protect Xiao Zhi and protect him from being dragged away by Rose's withered hands.

It would be nice if there were no roses.

She thought vaguely.

If she didn't like roses so much, her Xiaozhi wouldn't have suffered so many years because of a single flower.

She wants to ask, because of a single rose, you have been homeless and suffered for many years, don't you hate me?

Xiang Jiu's mind was muddled, his heart was filled with self-loathing and hatred, but he didn't dare to ask Song Yuhe this sentence at all.

She was afraid that she would get an answer that would make her life worse than death.

Until a warm hand patted her back gently.

Xiang Jiu was stunned for a long time before slowly raising his head.

Song Yuhe gave her a warm embrace, bent his eyes and said, "Mom, don't you want it?"

Xiang Jiu was stunned for a while before realizing that Song Yuhe still had a rose in his hand.

That rose should be hideous and terrifying, but in Song Yuhe's hands, it was just a beautiful and gorgeous rose.

Xiang Jiu became a little confused for a while, she looked at the rose, and then at the bright red withered hands around her, she couldn't tell which was the real one.

Should she?

Does she deserve roses?

Seeing her trembling all over, Song Yuhe saw that the previous madness and hatred had disappeared from his face. He cut off the stem of the rose in his hand, leaving only a short section, and inserted the rose in the back very gently. Nine black hair.

Xiang Jiu tied her thick hair into a bundle and fell on her shoulders, with roses inserted in her hair by her ears, making her pale face more fragile and delicate.

Xiang Jiu forgot to cry and stared blankly at him.

Song Yuhe wiped away the tears on her face, and said softly, like coaxing a child, "It's so beautiful."

He looked at Rose and his mother in the same eyes as ten years ago, full of admiration and love, and the childlike pure eyes were like a ray of sunshine, gradually dispelling the darkness in Xiang Jiu's vision.

Those ferocious red withered hands, like ghosts illuminated by the sun, let out a sharp scream, and then turned into wisps of mist and dissipated in the air.

Xiang Jiu stared at Song Yuhe with wide eyes for a long time, and finally hugged him, crying uncontrollably.

She finally found her rose.

***

Ten years of pain finally dissipated.

All dust settled.

Xiang Jiu was greatly saddened and overjoyed, and fell ill after returning home, but she was so sick that she was weak all over, and she still held Song Yuhe's hand tightly, unwilling to let him go.

Song Yuhe also sat obediently by the bed: "Then I will stay here with you."

Xiang Jiu nodded hastily: "Okay, Xiaozhi... don't go, let mom watch you."

"it is good."

Song Yuhe didn't want to leave either, he patted Xiang Jiu's pale back with his fingers, and hummed the lullaby that Xiang Jiu used to lull him to sleep back then, but the time had passed so long that he couldn't remember the tune clearly.

After taking the medicine, Xiang Jiu still felt drowsy even if he didn't want to sleep anymore. Hearing Song Yuhe humming his own lullaby, the corners of his lips curled up, and he finally showed a peaceful smile.

Half an hour later, Xiang Jiu fell into a deep sleep.

Song Yuhe carefully turned on Xiang Jiu's optical brain, set up the program, and waited patiently for a while before leaving lightly.

It was past ten o'clock, Song Yuhe walked around the living room, only to see Song Yan who was reading medicine books.

Seeing Song Yuhe coming down, Song Yan took off his glasses and said softly, "Is she asleep?"

"Yeah." Song Yuhe nodded, "Where's brother?"

"It seems to be on the second floor."

Song Yuhe and Song Yan said a few words, then pulled the slippers up to the second floor.

For him, these ten years only made his memory of home a little blurred, and did not create any alienation and separation in his heart.

As soon as Song Yuhe went up the stairs on the second floor, he saw Song Guanxing walking here with a tray.

As soon as he saw Song Yuhe, Song Guanxing, who was supposed to come up to say hello, suddenly felt guilty, and immediately turned around and was about to run back.

Song Yuhe had already seen him, and asked doubtfully, "Brother?"

Song Guanxing coughed dryly, froze on the spot, and pretended to be calm: "Well, what's the matter, is she asleep?"

"Well, I'm asleep." Song Yuhe looked at him curiously, "Where's Mr.?"

Song Guanxing choked.

Bo Qiao waited outside for a whole day, even if Song Guanxing was nothing, he could not be allowed to drive back, so he invited him home to rest for a night.

Bo Qiao often didn't go to bed until twelve o'clock, let alone being a guest at someone else's house.

Song Yuhe originally thought that he could chat with Bo Qiao again after coaxing Xiang Jiu, but he couldn't find anyone after searching for a long time.

Song Guanxing said dryly: "He...he is tired and has fallen asleep."

Song Yuhe said "ah", "So fast?"

"Yeah." Song Guanxing held the tray in one hand and pushed Song Yuhe's back with the other, urging, "Okay, okay, it's too late, go to bed quickly."

Song Yuhe has a heartless temperament, if he left other people alone, he would definitely be dizzy and be fooled by Song Guanxing, but this time he doesn't know why he always feels a little strange.

Will sir go to bed so early?

No matter how sleepy you are, you can't just go back to the guest room without even saying a word to him, right?

Besides...

Song Yuhe glanced at the things on the tray in Song Guanxing's hands from the corner of his eyes, and saw a paper bag containing medicine with his sharp eyes. He said quickly, "Why did you take the medicine? Is the master sick?"

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing looked at him incredulously, and couldn't believe that Song Yuhe was so sensitive in this matter.

But the matter has come to this point, and he has no embarrassment to hide it anymore: "He has been busy for many days, and he finally got a rest today, and he waited in the snow for a long time, no matter how healthy his body is, he can't bear it."

Seeing that Song Yuhe's brows were frowning, Song Guanxing hurriedly said, "But it's okay, he's already taken his medicine and fell asleep."

Song Yuhe frowned, and said dully, "I want to see him."

Song Guanxing instinctively stopped him, but he couldn't see his distraught self-blaming appearance, so he had no choice but to let him pass.

In the guest room on the second floor, a bedside lamp was turned on, and the warmth of the sun shining through the quilt filled the room. Song Yuhe quietly opened a crack in the door, and poked a small head in.

Bo Qiao was lying on the bed, and under the faint light, he could vaguely see him raising his hand with the back of his hand against his forehead, as if he was extremely uncomfortable.

Bo Qiao was dizzy, and his breath was full of heat.

Just when he was drowsy, he vaguely felt that the door seemed to be opened, and the light from the corridor poured in from the outside, making him close his eyes a bit dazzlingly.

Bo Qiao thought it was Song Guanxing's bastard who disturbed people's dreams again, and said impatiently: "Didn't I tell me to be quiet for a while?!"

As soon as the words fell, the gentle footsteps stopped abruptly, and they quietly retreated away as if aggrieved.

Song Guanxing is not the kind of person who will shrink back after a word of scolding.

Bo Qiao was startled belatedly, quickly opened his eyes and looked towards the door, only to see Song Yuhe walking out on tiptoe like a thief.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry immediately, and said, "Why are you?"

Didn't you just tell Song Guanxing not to let Song Yuhe in?

Song Yuhe turned his head slowly: "I...I'm leaving now, let you be quiet for a while."

Even though Bo Qiao was extremely uncomfortable, she couldn't help but chuckled.

"I didn't mention you." He raised his hand vigorously and waved at him, "Come here."

Song Yuhe quickly ran over like a puppy.

The bed in the guest room was a bit low. He knelt on the soft carpet beside the bed, clasped the bed with his hands, and looked at Bao Qiao with bright eyes.

Bo Qiao's illness is a bit serious. It is a cold and cold caused by exhaustion and being in the cold for too long. It will not get better in a while.

He coughed and asked, "Are you happy to go home?"

Song Yuhe said: "Happy!"

Although he was slapped, he was still very happy.

Bo Qiao smiled, and asked again: "Then do you still want to go back to Mo Fenfen?"

Song Yuhe: "I won't come back."

Only then did Bo Qiao feel relieved, the way Song Yuhe looked at him eagerly from this angle made his heart melt, and he couldn't help but raised his hand to gently stroke his furry head.

Song Yuhe was used to being touched on the head, not only did not reject it, but squinted his eyes and rubbed against his palm like a cat.

Bo Qiao's palms were numb from being rubbed, and he pretended to be calm and retracted his paws, saying, "Let's go quickly, colds are easily contagious."

Speaking of this, Song Yuhe wilted again, and said dryly: "It's my fault, which made you sick."

Bo Qiao said helplessly: "It's none of your business, I'll be fine after a night of sleep, don't worry."

Song Yuhe was still lying on the bed with a sullen face.

Bo Qiao didn't want him to blame himself too much, so he changed the subject: "I heard from Song Guanxing that next month will be your birthday, do you want any gift?"

Song Yuhe tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "I want to fix 57!"

Bo Qiao laughed: "This is not considered a gift, and besides, I can't do it."

Only then did Song Yuhe react: "Sir, do you want to give me a gift?!"

"Ah."

Song Yuhe's mood instantly improved again, and he held his chin and thought seriously: "What gift do you want?"

Bo Qiao originally wanted to give him some time to seriously think about what he wanted, but Song Yuhe just thought about it and said happily: "I see, I want a beautiful snowflake."

Bo Qiao asked suspiciously, "Snow Flower?"

"Yeah!" Song Yuhe said, "It's the frozen snowflake that Sheng Lin proposed to the heroine last time we saw it!"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao didn't know what was going on in his mind, and suddenly coughed violently, his whole face was slightly red from choking, and he looked at Song Yuhe with some horror in his eyes.

Proposal……

Proposal? ?

The movie of Shenglin Proposing with Snowflakes was already made five years ago. At that time, many couples rushed to follow suit, and the turnover of Dongxuehua's store exceeded that of the previous ten years.

Many people also regard frozen snowflakes as a synonym for marriage proposal.

And now, Song Yuhe asked him if he wanted to freeze snowflakes? !

Bo Qiao's first reaction was...

He's just an adult, and he's not yet at the legal age for marriage!

Seeing that he was choking, Song Yuhe hurriedly stepped forward to pat him on the back to comfort him, and asked in confusion, "Why are you choking? Do you want to take medicine?"

Bo Qiao clasped his hand, tilted his head and coughed aside, so as not to infect Song Yuhe.

After he recovered his breath with difficulty, he almost gritted his teeth and said, "Why...frozen snowflakes?"

"Because the master said that the snowflake is very beautiful." Song Yuhe replied truthfully, "No matter what it goes through, it is beautiful, so I want it."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Oh.

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