Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe whimpered and curled up on the bed. Even though he had just received a painkiller injection, his heart was still throbbing with pain, which made him almost out of breath.

He frowned and supported his shoulder: "Yuhe?"

Song Yuhe choked out a breath, pulled the quilt over his head, and said sullenly, "Don't worry about me, you can go out."

He said, "I'm not leaving."

Song Yuhe froze for a moment, then said softly: "I don't remember the core program data of your self-awareness, did 57 set you up?"

He choked.

Song Yuhe let out an "ah" and didn't speak any more.

He sighed silently, had no choice but to turn around and leave the ward, waiting on the sofa outside.

More than half an hour later, Song Yan came over with Xiang Jiu's soup, saw him waiting outside, and asked calmly, "Is Yu He asleep?"

He nodded: "Sleep."

Song Yan smiled, handed him the soup, and tentatively opened a gap in the door of the ward.

He hesitated a little: "You..."

Song Yan turned his head and pointed a finger at him, smiled lightly and let out a "shh", and walked in gently.

Ever since Song Yuhe was captured by Bo Qiao, he has been very repulsed to see other people. Even Song Guanxing only dared to come to see him when he was asleep, and Song Yan never even got close to him.

Although Song Yan is calm and composed when encountering anything, but he can't calm down about this lost and found child.

Song Yuhe's past 18 short years have been too bitter. Song Yan, an atheist who is so calm and terrifying, even wants to find a master to tell Song Liuzhi's fortune, to see if he has committed something in his fate.

Otherwise, why did such a young child suffer so many tragic things?

Song Yan sneaked into the ward.

Sure enough, Song Yuhe had already fallen asleep. He curled up slightly, his pale and sickly face sunk in the soft pillow, and the sunlight came in from the window, illuminating his jet-black hair brightly.

It was the first time Song Yan saw him in these days, his fingers trembled slightly, and after watching for a long time, he quietly put his hand over, and slowly stroked Song Yuhe's head.

Song Yuhe opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at him indifferently, without the confusion and ignorance of just waking up.

Song Yan's hands trembled, and he said softly, "Xiao Zhi?"

Song Yuhe was stunned for a long time, his cold eyes were like the first melting of ice and snow, melting away the gentle warm color little by little, in less than five seconds, he changed from Song Wuqi back to Song Yuhe.

Song Yan has been studying various mental illnesses over the years, and he has naturally seen dual personalities, but this is the first time he has been so close to watch the two personalities switch in an instant.

Song Yan's pupils trembled, and the eye circles were almost red.

Song Yuhe rubbed against Song Yan's palm dependently, closed his eyes in confusion, and said vaguely, "Father."

Song Yan almost couldn't control his trembling hands, and he had to hold back the soreness in his eyes. He said softly, "I brought you soup, do you want to drink it?"

Song Yuhe was so sleepy that he didn't open his eyes sleepily: "I'll drink later."

Song Yan didn't dare to disturb him to sleep anymore, so he gave a few words of advice, and then quietly left the hospital bed.

Song Yuhe vaguely heard the sound of the door being closed, and turned over in a daze, only to realize that he seemed to be pinching something in his hand.

Song Yuhe reluctantly opened his eyes, opened the quilt and glanced casually, his whole body froze instantly, his face pale.

——In his hand, he was holding the jade-carved file tightly.

The force was too great, and the knuckles and fingertips turned white for a while.

Song Yuhe screamed, and threw the file out like an electric shock.

The sound of the blade iron colliding with the floor was like bells and drums beating violently in his ears, making Song Yuhe tremble and cover his ears.

Even when he was sleeping, Song Wuqi refused to let go, and even regarded his relatives as aggressors, and would mercilessly stab out as long as there was the slightest movement?

Song Yuhe was about to collapse, but Song Wuqi watched coldly, wanting him to fully understand what kind of virtue this second personality of his was.

After that, Song Yuhe didn't even want to see him anymore.

Song Yuhe's illness was discovered very early, and the hospital discussed a lot of treatment methods. In the end, Pu Cun provided the equipment for medical treatment, and the initial treatment plan was finalized in less than a week.

Song Yuhe was only willing to let the doctor in during this time. On the day of treatment, Bo Qiao put on a white coat and a mask, hid among the doctors and entered the ward, assisting the attending doctor to use Pucun's equipment.

Bo Qiao followed the crowd in, and his eyes fell on Song Yuhe, who was carving blue roses on the hospital bed, and a dim light flickered only in his exposed eyes.

Song Yuhe was completely used to the fact that there were always doctors coming to check him up and down, no matter how many people came, he didn't move at all, and he still carved the pattern of roses with a small file with his eyes downcast.

The mint blue rose is ready to take shape, as long as the pattern of rose petals is carved out, it will be finished.

Song Yuhe carved seriously. When he carved out a petal, he rarely showed a smile on his face, lovingly stroking the lines, and his eyes, which had been as dry as a dry well, were also shining brightly.

Bo Qiao was stunned. It wasn't until the attending doctor asked him to turn on the device that he woke up like a dream and lowered his head to fiddle with the data.

It had been half a month since Song Wuqi wanted to escape from Nanhuai Star, and this was the first time Bo Qiao saw Song Yuhe smile.

Song Yuhe carved out a pattern that satisfied him, and he seemed to be in a much better mood. He was well-behaved and cooperative even with the treatment, and he could do whatever he was asked to do.

Only inadvertently, his eyes fell on Bao Qiao, and he was slightly taken aback.

Song Yuhe recognized Bo Qiao at a glance, and instinctively made him feel a burst of ecstasy, after all, he hadn't seen Bo Qiao for almost a month even before Xiu 57.

Seeing Bo Qiao in a white coat at this time, joy filled his heart directly, making his soft smile just now even brighter.

He happily wanted to call "Sir", but in the next second, as if he realized something, his relaxed body froze suddenly, instinctively stepped back, and a look of panic appeared in his eyes.

The doctor was drawing blood, when he moved suddenly, the needle almost crooked.

"Hey, don't move," said the doctor, "hold his hand."

Like a frightened little animal, Song Yuhe reappeared the stress reaction at that time, struggling desperately to shrink back, and several people couldn't hold him down.

Bo Qiao couldn't bear to look any longer, stepped forward quickly and hugged Song Yuhe in his arms, slowly stroking his fingers down the back of his head, comforting him softly: "Don't be afraid, just draw some blood."

Song Yuhe clearly knew that Song Wuqi hadn't come out, but he still felt as if he had been divided into two halves by something. One half was bewitched by the warmth of Bo Qiao's body and wanted to hug him and vent his pain and grievances, but the other half But it was reminding him how scary he is now, and he didn't want Bao Qiao to get close to him, so as not to get hurt.

So contradictory.

The contradiction made Song Yuhe's teeth chatter, and he didn't know whether to push Bao Qiao away or hug him, so he could only maintain this stiff posture and let the needle poke into his body.

He was in a daze the whole time, and he still couldn't recover after the treatment.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, but his hands and feet were suddenly cold, like ice cubes.

Bo Qiao was like a real doctor, he didn't stay long after the treatment, he looked back at Song Yuhe and left.

He could see that Song Yuhe didn't want to see him now.

The pain in Song Yuhe's body was completely soothed by this treatment. He tried his best to hide himself until the people in the ward left one after another and the door was gently closed. Then he woke up like a dream and came out of the quilt suddenly. He looked around blankly.

The huge ward was empty, except for himself.

Bo Qiao left.

Realizing this cognition, Song Yuhe sat on the couch with disheveled hair for a long time before he murmured: "Sir."

He staggered out of bed and wanted to chase Bo Qiao, but the door seemed to be a high wall he erected for himself, shutting everyone out and trapping himself to death in this small room .

Song Yuhe's legs went limp, and he staggered and lay on the ground. Fortunately, the whole room was covered with thick carpet, so it didn't hurt.

He struggled to stretch out his hand to open the door, and called to Bao Qiao to keep him from leaving, but when that pale hand was about to touch the doorknob, the image of his own hand holding the file suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. scene.

Song Yuhe's pupils shrank, and he withdrew his hand suddenly.

He knelt in front of the door, raised his head and stared blankly at the handrail in front of him.

It's just a handrail, it's just a thin door, why...he can't touch it, can't open it?

During this period of time, no matter what Song Yuhe thought or did, Song Wuqi just lurked in his consciousness and watched coldly, unmoved. Even if Song Yuhe took the initiative to talk to him, he seemed to be in a deep sleep. reason.

But now, Song Yuhe was sitting alone on the ground, staring blankly at the door, as if he wanted to see the old man, Song Wuqi finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Song Yuhe tilted his head slightly, looked at a familiar yet unfamiliar face reflected on the glass cabinet door beside him, and spoke to him.

"Song Yuhe, you don't need me anymore."

Song Yuhe said blankly, "What?"

Before, Song Wuqi always asked "Do you want me?" It was not in such a decisive tone this time.

Song Wuqi said: "You don't need me anymore, my existence is a burden to you."

Song Yuhe was taken aback, then quickly shook his head: "That's not the case, you are not a burden."

Song Wuqi was never a burden to him.

but redemption.

"You like Bo Qiao, and you want to be close to your family..." Song Wuqi said, laughing at himself, "But I can't let go of everyone, even Song Yan, Song Guanxing, even Xiang Jiu, I I can't give all my trust. I will only hinder you again and again, and even stab the knife at the people you care about in places you don't know."

Song Yuhe didn't know what to say, he just shook his head: "It's not like that."

Song Wuqi said, "I wanted to take you back to Mofenfen before, but when Bo Qiao came to stop me, I almost killed him."

Song Yuhe took a breath, and looked at the reflection on the cabinet in disbelief.

"I was born for this." Song Wuqi smashed the jar and said expressionlessly, "As long as I am alive, I will try my best to bring you back to Mofenfen to confirm my own value."

Song Yuhe's tears had been dried up during this time, and he didn't know how to react, so he could only stare blankly at him.

"Look, I'm the one who hinders you from living a good life." Song Wuqi stared into his eyes and said softly, "In Mofenfen, you need me, but in Nanhuai, I'm just a painful burden for you .That's it, do you still want me?"

Song Yuhe's eyes widened slowly, and he said almost without thinking: "I want, I want..."

Song Yuhe knew that he was mentally ill, but he just didn't want 57 who had been with him to disappear from his life like this.

Rather than doing this, he would rather be a psychopath and a little monster in what others call him.

Song Yuhe's answer without any hesitation made Song Wuqi laugh out of nowhere - he had never laughed so happily in his life of miserable tears.

He laughed so happily that he even burst into tears, and stretched out his trembling hand as if he wanted to touch the reflection on the glass, but his fingers could only touch the cold cabinet door.

"Didn't you always want a hug before?" Song Wuqi seemed to be relieved at last, he didn't want to see the person he protected for so many years, because he fell into endless pain again.

He smiled while crying, "But I'm sorry, I can't give it to you."

"I can't hug you."

Song Yuhe didn't expect Song Wuqi to remember this, he shook his head desperately: "I...I don't want it anymore, I don't need to hug it."

He is easy to please.

If there is no delicious food, he can make do with some expired nutrient solution;

Without a comfortable bed, he can grow up well lying on the ground.

No hugs, and he didn't care.

He's never been one to covet things that don't belong to him.

Song Wuqi didn't respond to his words, but raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly: "He, come in."

Soon, he opened the door and walked in alone.

Song Wuqi said: "He has part of the program of the bionic man 57 in his neural network. I don't know if he took the initiative to save you because of the automatic human protection program, or because he really has self-awareness..."

Song Yuhe seemed to realize something, stared blankly at him who squatted down and looked at him gently, and murmured: "You tell me this...what are you doing?"

"Before 57 was scrapped, you always pestered him to let him hug you, but his program didn't have this data." Song Wuqi's voice became softer and softer, "I made him with autonomous consciousness. , not for the mechanical competition, nor for other..."

Song Yuhe's breath suddenly stopped.

Ever since he was made, he, who has never been able to learn to "hug", suddenly leaned over slowly, opened his arms, and gently embraced Song Yuhe in his arms.

Song Wuqi said: "I just want him to give you a hug."

After finishing these words, Song Yuhe felt that his illusory consciousness had finally won a hard tug-of-war, and something disappeared from his mind somewhere.

The last thing Song Wuqi left him was a cold hug that Song Yuhe had dreamed of for ten years.

I love you.

I want to hug you with my cold arms.

Song Yuhe hugged him back with trembling fingers, and suddenly burst into tears.