Blame him for being too pretty

The birthday party didn't end until twelve o'clock in the evening, and Song Yuhe drank those two glasses of wine full of stamina. After watching the fireworks, his whole body was hot, and he was dizzy and couldn't find his way.

He who has been watching from the corner, he stepped forward to support Song Yuhe, and said softly: "Yuhe, you are drunk."

"No." Song Yuhe said solemnly, "I just grew up."

Bo Qiao couldn't laugh or cry for a while, but he didn't expect Song Yuhe's drinking capacity to be worse than him.

Seeing that the people in the banquet hall were leaving in a hurry, Bo Qiao didn't have the heart to let Song Yuhe stay here and let the wind blow: "Hey, go back to sleep."

Song Yuhe looked at him eagerly: "I've grown up, sir, do you want to fall in love with me?"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao had to admit that even if the words were drunk, her heart skipped a beat, she lowered her head almost in embarrassment, did not respond to his words, and said to him, "Send him back."

He nodded and helped Song Yuhe to leave.

Song Yuhe was so dizzy that he always wanted to break free from his hand to find Bo Qiao, but he had no choice but to hug him horizontally, the feeling of weightlessness made Song Yuhe let out an "ah", and the world spun for a while Only then did he realize that he was lying in someone else's arms.

He looked at his handsome face, stretched his waist, almost rolled over from his arms, and muttered vaguely: "He, 57... 57 ignored me."

He laughed and coaxed him: "He cares about you."

Song Yuhe muttered: "He didn't even tell me happy birthday, he even said before that he made me grow up healthy."

He had already carried him back to the room, gently placed Song Yuhe on the bed, and took off Song Yuhe's coat without any complaints.

Song Yuhe, the drunk cat, has been flopping around, unwilling to take off his clothes and go to sleep, clamoring for 57.

He looked at the watch on his wrist and sighed silently.

At this time, Song Yuhe began to mutter about other things again. He sat up, raised his head and stretched his hands towards the ceiling, and said doubtfully, "Where is my tree shadow?"

He said softly, "What?"

"The shadow of the tree on the ceiling." Song Yuhe said clearly, "It's always there, why isn't it there today? Did someone cut down the tree outside my window?"

He was a little puzzled: "What tree?"

Song Yuhe became drunk, thinking that every time he came out, he immediately shouted: "Brother, brother! Someone cut down my tree!"

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he helped Song Yuhe back to lie on the bed, and coaxed him: "Be good, we haven't planted any trees outside the window, Yuhe, you're drunk."

Song Yuhe said in confusion, "Really?"

"Yes."

Song Yuhe was even more confused, then where did the reflection on the ceiling that he kept seeing come from?

He couldn't figure it out, and finally fell asleep under his gentle comfort.

Song Yuhe had another dream.

Still dreaming of the day when 57 lost his human form.

At that time, 57's body had begun to rust, but his smile was still gentle, and his voice was mechanically intermittent.

"Grow up well."

These words resounded in Song Yuhe's ears over and over again, until he was awakened by the sunlight, turned over in a daze, buried his aching head in the pillow, and groaned non-stop.

Headache.

He noticed that Song Yuhe had woken up, pushed the door open and came in, seeing him whimpering in pain, he said helplessly, "Take some painkillers?"

Song Yuhe looked at him eagerly: "Well, eat."

He helped him up, gave him pills, and gave him half a glass of water.

Song Yuhe lay down for another half an hour before getting better, he asked in a daze, "Where's brother?"

Normally at this point, Song Guanxing should still be in bed.

"I have already gone to the company. It seems that there is a regular meeting today."

Song Yuhe nodded. He just celebrated his birthday, and he has no work arrangements today, so he has a lot of free time.

After Song Yuhe washed up and had breakfast, he remembered the jade shop that Song Guanhang had given him before, so he packed up and planned to buy some stones and tools to come back and grind the stones.

He originally wanted to follow, but since Song Yuhe came back to Nanhuai Star, he had never gone out alone. It felt very novel, and he planned to go out alone.

He relied on a piece of candy to make him "mute" again, put on his scarf and strolled out.

Song Yan was about to go out, but Song Yuhe didn't let anyone see him off. He took the MRT and the bus following the navigation route, and finally arrived at the jade shop after an hour.

The storefront was huge, and when Song Yuhe walked in, he was dazzled by all kinds of rough stones. He picked and picked curiously for a long time, and finally settled on two stones.

One piece of mint blue and one piece of rose red.

These two are extremely precious rough gemstones, but Song Yuhe only thought they were similar to the stones that Mo Fenfen could see everywhere, and bought them without reading the information at all.

He swiped the card of Song Guan Bank, and the unlimited card didn't even remind him of the balance and consumption amount, and a "ding" showed that the deduction was completed.

Song Yuhe looked at the two stones fondly, and bought a few knives and grinding tools for carving rough stones before leaving.

Song Yuhe has been staying in the Rose Manor for the past two days, not knowing that it has been snowing outside, he saw that the place where he bought the stones was very close to Pucun, so he sent a message to Bo Qiao.

【Song Pumpkin: Sir, do you have something to do at noon?I invite you to eat. 】

[Mint: OK, where are you going to eat? 】

【Song Pumpkin: Anything is fine, I'll go find you. 】

[Mint: Good duck. 】

Song Yuhe: "?"

[Mint: Mint withdrew a message. 】

[Mint: Good. 】

Song Yuhe turned off the optical brain, and happily ran forward on the path.

Snow days are inherently slippery, although Bo Qiao told Song Yuhe to walk slowly many times, but Song Yuhe couldn't control it when he was happy.

As he was running, his feet suddenly slipped, and he threw himself directly onto the snow in front of him, falling hard.

Song Yuhe was thrown into a daze immediately, and he didn't get up for a long time.

Fortunately, many people passed by on this road, and when they saw this, they hurriedly gathered around him and asked, "Are you all right?"

There was a buzzing in Song Yuhe's ears, probably because he was stunned by the fall, and he didn't get up after struggling for a long time.

Someone next to him wanted to pull his wrist to help him up, but Song Yuhe was still struggling to keep others from touching his watch even though he was thrown into darkness.

There seemed to be someone's conversation in his ear, Song Yuhe couldn't hear it clearly, he just felt that his limbs seemed to be out of control, and even his heart was aching.

At this moment, someone helped him out of the snowdrift by helping him by the shoulders, and a strange voice said to the people around him, "Yes, yes, I know him, thank you for your concern, I will send him to the hospital right away." .”

Song Yuhe didn't recognize this voice, let alone remember the smell, and immediately wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move his whole body, so he could only let the man carry him on his back. sound.

Song Yuhe was in a daze, his eyes half-opened but he couldn't see anything at all, he was still thinking wildly in his mind at this moment.

"Sure enough, you should listen to Mr.... run slowly."

Song Yuhe lost consciousness for a while, felt someone touching his wrist in a trance, gasped suddenly, and finally woke up.

He was covered in cold sweat, and his limbs became conscious. He hurriedly hid the hand with the watch in his bosom, and looked at the person in front of him vigilantly.

The man hurriedly reassured him: "It's okay, don't be afraid, I just want to use your optical brain to contact your family."

Song Yuhe's body tensed up, and it took him a while to realize the environment he was in.

He was in the hospital, surrounded by various instruments, and had an infusion needle on his wrist, because he began to return blood from his movements.

Song Yuhe pulled out the needle and threw it aside, still vigilant: "Who are you?"

The man said helplessly: "My name is Sheng Mingsong. We met before at the ski resort on Zhanzhan Island. Do you remember?"

Song Yuhe's vision finally regained clarity, and he took a look at the person in front of him who was between the boy and the young man before he recognized him belatedly.

It was indeed the person who hit him at the time.

Sheng Mingsong also breathed a sigh of relief seeing him gradually let go of his vigilance.

He smiled, showing two small canine teeth: "You are the first person I have ever seen who can knock himself unconscious."

Sheng Mingsong was tall and thin, but when he put his arms around his arms, he could vaguely see the thin muscles on his arms. It was hard for him to carry Song Yuhe to the hospital.

Song Yuhe looked at the time, and found that it was only eleven o'clock, and he had only been unconscious for an hour.

Fortunately, I can still catch up with Bao Qiao for dinner.

"Thank you." Song Yuhe made a gesture to get out of bed, "I will transfer the medical expenses to you."

"I recognize you." Sheng Mingsong crossed his legs and said with a smile, "My brother was almost injured during the mechanical competition. It was your bionic man who saved him, so it's even."

Song Yuhe was taken aback: "Sheng Lin is your brother?"

Sheng Mingsong probably saw that he was very playful, so he leaned forward and said with a smile, "No, I'm just his adopted brother."

Song Yuhe tilted his head, wondering why he could still adopt his younger brother?Isn't it usually to adopt a son?

However, he was not interested in other people's family affairs, so he said "oh", and said, "thank you anyway."

Sheng Mingsong was about to speak, when he accidentally caught a glimpse of Shenglin's advertisement on the screen outside the hospital, and suddenly felt a little unhappy for some reason.

Seeing that Song Yuhe still wanted to leave, Sheng Mingsong pushed him back and said, "Be honest, just now the doctor said that there seems to be something wrong with your physical condition, and the results of the physical examination will come out later, and you can leave after you get the results."

Sheng Mingsong looked immature and young, but his personality was inexplicably strong. Song Yuhe was held down by him so he couldn't move, so he could only stare at him.

"You should contact your family first." Sheng Mingsong enjoyed seeing others being suppressed by him, "I remember you have a real brother."

Speaking of this, Sheng Mingsong became sour again: "It seems to be called Song Guanxing."

The coquettish peacock who always pesters his brother is very annoying.

Song Yuhe shook his head: "I'm fine, you don't need to tell brother."

When he was in Fu Enli Hospital, he often had physical examinations, and there was no problem with the data, and there should be no problems this time.

Song Yuhe was not in a hurry, so he obediently sat on the hospital bed and waited for the result.

Sheng Mingsong is a self-acquaintance, always chattering there when he has nothing to do, and doesn't treat Song Yuhe as an outsider at all.

"Can you blame me? I just said something casually. Why is he angry with me because of those fans?" Sheng Mingsong snorted with a lollipop in his mouth, "Are fans more important than me?"

Song Yuhe asked suspiciously: "You don't want him to be a star?"

Sheng Mingsong said: "Yeah, what's so good about being a star, being watched by so many people every day..."

The more he talked, the more dissatisfied he became, and he whispered: "I just thought he belonged to me alone."

Song Yuhe felt that his thinking was wrong, and said seriously: "If your brother doesn't work, how can he make money to support you?"

Sheng Mingsong looked at Song Yuhe strangely, and suddenly leaned forward, touching Song Yuhe's face.

Song Yuhe's expression didn't change, he didn't back away like normal people, instead he looked at him without blinking.

Sheng Mingsong laughed a little ruffian: "Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know?"

Song Yuhe: "What?"

At this moment, the doctor knocked on the door with a pile of reports, with a serious expression on his face.

"Is it Song Liuzhi?"

Song Yuhe nodded: "Yes."

The doctor looked at Sheng Mingsong again: "Are you a family member?"

Sheng Mingsong shook his head.

The doctor said unceremoniously: "Then go out and wait."

Sheng Mingsong was stunned, so he had to go out and wait.

The doctor moved a chair and sat beside Song Yuhe's bed. He looked a little older, and his eyes could see through the vicissitudes of life and death, but when he looked at Song Yuhe, he still couldn't hold back a little pity.

Song Yuhe looked at him suspiciously: "Hello?"

The doctor's voice tried to be gentle: "Where are your family members?"

Song Yuhe said obediently: "My brother is at work, and my parents are at home."

"When was your last checkup?"

"Last month?"

"How was it then?"

Song Yuhe was baffled by what he said: "It's okay, nothing happened."

Seeing that he was still young, the doctor sighed silently, and said, "Let your parents come over now."

Song Yuhe: "Huh?"

Xiang Jiu has never been out of the Rose Manor, and Song Yan seems to have something to do today, so he might not be able to come for a while.

"Child." The doctor looked at him sympathetically and handed over the report, "You have Hera's disease."

Song Yuhe was taken aback.

On the side, the two rough stones that Song Yuhe just bought were lying quietly on the table. I don't know if the stones hit the ground when he fell, and the rose-red rough stone was thrown out with cracks.

It seems to be broken.