Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe's face was full of indescribable words, but he still gave a tissue to wipe the useless tears on his face.

Song Guanxing and Bo Qiao came back to their senses, immediately embarrassed, took the paper in a hurry and wiped away their tears, not daring to look at Song Yuhe's face.

Soon, the movie came out with subtitles, and Song Yuhe said quietly, "Go home?"

Song Guanxing, who had vowed to let Song Yuhe see him before, was so guilty that he dared not speak at all. Fortunately, Bao Qiao was used to dying in front of Song Yuhe, so he quickly calmed down and said lightly: "Well, let's go back Home."

Song Yuhe glanced at them and left first.

Song Guanxing and Bo Qiao looked at each other.

On the way back, Song Yuhe walked in front, Song Guanxing and Bao Qiao followed behind silently, but their hands were frantically typing on the keyboard to send messages.

[Song Guanxing: Do you think he has figured out the meaning of this movie?Why didn't he say a word, usually he would find someone to discuss the plot and feelings after watching the movie. 】

[Mint: Let him think about it slowly. 】

Song Guanxing glared at him, thinking that he was not in a hurry and I was in a hurry, why did he rush to push his brother into this bastard's arms?

It's also too busy.

The cinema was very close to the residence, and soon the three of them returned to the villa.

Song Yuhe didn't discuss the plot with these two good-for-nothings. He took off his snow-covered coat and hung it up, and the light brain on his wrist rang.

It's the alarm to remind him to take his medicine.

After taking the medicine for such a long time, Song Yuhe had already gotten used to it, so he skillfully took out the small medicine box and swallowed it into his mouth.

Bo Qiao came over at some point and handed him a glass of warm water.

Song Yuhe glanced at him, but didn't refuse, took it and drank it.

The medicines for Hera's disease are very complicated and there are many. They are often used to relieve the pain of his limbs and body in the early stage. It is not until the effect of the medicine is useless that the new painkiller with a higher dose will be replaced.

Song Yuhe was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and quietly waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect. At the same time, he was thinking about the clips from the movie he watched today.

That movie didn't make Song Yuhe indifferent, he was just doing a tug-of-war between the suppressed emotions now and the regrets that might appear in the future, and he didn't know which one would win for a while.

After a while, the effect of the medicine took effect, and Song Yuhe became drowsy.

But he didn't sleep for a long time at all, and suddenly his whole body convulsed, he got up from the bed, stumbled and rushed to the bathroom.

Song Guanxing rushed over when he heard the movement, and saw Song Yuhe was holding the sink and vomited out all the food he ate today.

Song Yuhe's hand holding the table was so hard that it turned white. He was shaking all over, and physiological tears flowed down his face one by one, and it took a long time for him to finally stop.

In fact, it didn't stop, he just vomited out all the things he could vomit, and there was nothing to vomit in his stomach, so he could only have spasms and pains, and it took a long time before he finally stopped.

Song Guanxing gasped in distress and kept patting him on the back.

Song Yuhe finally came to his senses, he shook his head and brushed away Song Guanxing's hand, rinsed his mouth and washed his face, and lay back on the bed sickly.

Song Guanxing touched his forehead carefully, felt that he didn't have a fever, but his heart was still clenched, and he said softly, "Xiaozhi, let's go to the hospital."

"It's okay." Song Yuhe put the back of his hand on his brow bone, his face was pale and he just wanted to sleep, "I'll be fine after lying down for a while."

Song Guanxing rubbed his stomach and asked, "Then do you want to eat something?"

The person who just vomited had no appetite at all, he shook his head lazily, and said weakly: "Brother, go out first, I will lie down alone."

After a pause, he said again, "Don't tell Mr.

Song Guanxing nodded with an ugly face, watched his breathing gradually become even, and then frowned and went out to contact the attending doctor of Nanhuai Hospital.

But as soon as he opened the door, he saw Bao Qiao standing at the door for an unknown amount of time.

Bo Qiao wanted to go in at first, but just as he opened a gap, he heard Song Yuhe's words "Don't tell sir", which immediately made him freeze all his movements and just stood there in a daze.

Song Guanxing didn't say much, after closing the door, he hesitated and comforted him: "Yeah, it's nothing, I just vomited something."

Bo Qiao's face was pale, and he didn't know if he took this to heart, and turned to go to the balcony.

He frowned tightly, and the addiction to smoking that he had finally quit had relapsed again, but he took out all the cigarettes, but he just let the smoke twirl back and forth between his slender fingers with an irritable expression on his face, as if turning a pen. Point.

Originally, the three of them came to rest on vacation, but they didn't do anything all day long. It wasn't until night fell that Song Yuhe, who had returned to normal, came out of the room sleepily.

He slept all afternoon, his hair was curled up, and he looked very cute and obedient.

"elder brother?"

The whole house was filled with the smell of food, Song Yuhe yelled, and when he turned around, he saw Bao Qiao busy in the semi-open kitchen, and swallowed his words back immediately.

Bo Qiao bent his shirt sleeves to reveal his well-defined forearms. He didn't feel ashamed to wear a pink apron. Seeing Song Yuhe coming out, he continued to work on the porridge in the pot, and said casually, "Are you hungry? Your brother went out to buy small The cake is ready, let's have some porridge later."

Song Yuhe felt as if he was dreaming, he nodded blankly, and sat obediently on the dining table and chairs.

After a while, Bo Qiao took out the warm porridge and placed it in front of him, with a small medicine box beside it.

Song Yuhe finished his porridge in small sips, looked at the medicine marked to be taken at night, and frowned slightly, probably not wanting to take medicine.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" Bo Qiao said, "We'll eat after the walk."

Song Yuhe looked at the snow that had stopped outside, and nodded lightly: "Okay."

Bo Qiao took the coat and wrapped it around Song Yuhe's body, before Song Guanxing came back, the two went out for a walk in silence.

Next to the villa is very quiet, and there is a maple tree path, the branches are full of snow in winter.

Song Yuhe wore a thick scarf and hat, and surrounded his entire head with only one pair of eyes left, which were probably blown to the eyes by the wind, and Bo Qiao also brought him round-rimmed glasses to wear.

Talking about taking a walk, the two of them really walked side by side on the path in silence, and they had to walk for two kilometers. Song Yuhe, who had been in a daze, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at Bao Qiao.

"gentlemen."

Bo Qiao came back to his senses: "What?"

Song Yuhe said seriously: "I've made up my mind."

Bo Qiao's heart was lifted instantly.

He didn't have much hope for that movie, and he didn't want to force Song Yuhe to give him an answer. From the beginning to the end, he just didn't want Song Yuhe to become a dead end, and he didn't want to burden him because of his feelings. His unnecessary spirit.

In the afternoon, Song Yuhe vomited due to Hera's disease. Presumably, his body must be extremely painful. Bo Qiao thought that Song Yuhe would reject this feeling of burden even more, so he was so nervous that he even held his breath.

Song Yuhe stepped on the snow and walked in front of Bo Qiao—this was the first time he approached Bo Qiao proactively in a while, and the clear rose fragrance on his body fell directly on Bo Qiao's face.

Bo Qiao instinctively stepped back, but forced himself to stay where he was, pretending to be calm and looking at Song Yuhe.

Song Yuhe walked in front of him, tiptoed slightly, and almost slammed his face into Bo Qiao's, so shocked that Bo Qiao couldn't help it, and took half a step back.

"There is a saying in today's movie, I like it very much."

Song Yuhe stared straight at Bo Qiao's eyes, and slightly curled his sickly lips, revealing a gorgeous and gentle smile.

"Follow your heart like pink petals that go with the flow."

That is the last line where the heroine sits in a wheelchair and watches the peach blossoms fall into the water, and flow to the distance with the gurgling water.

At that time, she had come to her senses and was struggling to find her lover, but her body had already collapsed, and she couldn't even get out of the hospital.

Song Yuhe didn't want to become a poor person who just woke up because he couldn't move an inch.

He decided to follow his heart.

The moment this thought surfaced in his heart, it was like water opening a sluice, smashing all his depression and rationality to pieces.

Song Yuhe suddenly stretched out his arms, hooked Bao Qiao's neck, and tiptoed to lightly place a kiss on his lips like a butterfly stroking past.

Bo Qiao froze all over.

"I like you sir." Song Yuhe was enthusiastic like never before, just lightly touched Bao Qiao's thin lips, his eyes were full of light, he said "like", and then covered his lips again.

This time, he didn't act like a superficial touch, but pressed against the thin lips jerkyly, and tentatively stretched out the tip of his tongue to pry those two lips open and poke inside.

Bo Qiao: "..."