Blame him for being too pretty

It was also summer when Song Yuhe left Mofenfen for Fu'enli.

Nanhuai Star's summer is much cooler than Fuenli's, and it doesn't rain as much as Fuenli.

Song Yuhe's condition seems to be much more serious than that of ordinary people with Hera's disease. In summer, the temperature is very high, but his hands and feet are still cold, and sometimes he can wear a hat in the sun for half an hour without getting dizzy.

Bo Qiao was always afraid that he would show something bad, so he let him sit under the corridor of the cultivation villa. Others turned on the cooling in summer, but Bo Qiao's house turned on the heating.

With Song Yuhe's illness, the flesh he managed to raise quickly lost weight, and his body looked even thinner while sitting in a wheelchair.

Bo Qiao came over with the freshly made lotus seed porridge: "Xiao Zhi, drink the porridge."

Song Yuhe turned around, still holding a branch of lotus in his hand, his cheeks were thin and sick, and he smiled with a decadent beauty: "Is it made of the lotus seeds I peeled just now?"

Bo Qiao said, "Yes, what a skillful hand."

Song Yuhe couldn't stop laughing.

Because of the aggravation of Hera's disease, Song Yuhe's hands were vaguely uncontrollable before the time was up, and it took him more than half an hour to peel the two lotus pods before he managed to peel off the lotus seeds.

Seeing Song Yuhe sipping porridge with a bowl in his hand, Bo Qiao hesitated for a while, and said softly, "Xiaozhi, your mother sent someone to bring you rose cake in the morning."

Song Yuhe looked at him curiously: "Oh, what's wrong?"

Bo Qiao smiled, seeing that he didn't understand, she quickly covered the subject.

In the Rose Manor, Xiang Jiu sat in the garden and looked down at the large expanse of roses in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Yan came over from not far away, sat beside her, and watched the roses with her.

Xiang Jiu stayed for a while before realizing: "Have you sent it?"

Song Yan said softly, "Yes."

Xiang Jiu said "Oh" and continued to look at Rose.

Song Yan looked at her expression and asked tentatively, "You know?"

"Yeah." Xiang Jiu didn't hide anything, she nodded slightly, her expression was completely lost, she said sadly, "Is it because I always cause trouble for you, so you don't want to tell me?"

Song Yan supported her shoulders, hugged her gently, and said with a smile, "No."

Xiang Jiu buried her face in Song Yan's arms, bit her lips to suppress her sobs, and murmured: "Every time he plays a holographic video for me, he loses a lot of weight. Is he afraid that I will get sick again?"

Song Yan nodded this time: "En."

"I...I'm not sick anymore." Xiang Jiu cried in a low voice, "Don't let Xiaozhi worry."

Song Yan's voice became softer: "Okay."

Roses are delicate, but when they bloom, they seem to be burning with life.

Summer passed quietly, the maple leaves were all over the trees, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus permeated the whole Nanhuai River.

There is a sweet osmanthus tree planted in Bo Qiao's villa. After it is in full bloom, Song Yuhe's daily designated place to bask in the sun changes from the corridor to the side of the osmanthus tree. On the body, let the fragrance of flowers surround you.

Autumn is crisp and the temperature is neither too high nor too low. Even Song Yuhe, who is picky about the temperature, feels comfortable. Sitting under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, he sighed and said to Bo Qiao, "It would be great if autumn never passed."

Bo Qiao was shaking the osmanthus twigs, and said with a smile, "After autumn, you can see snow."

Song Yuhe thought of the snow scene on Zhanzhan Island he saw last year, and he immediately felt relieved.

"Then let's go to Zhanzhan Island when it first snows." Song Yuhe was whimsical, "Just go for a day, and come back after seeing the snow."

Bo Qiao raised her eyebrows: "Are you going to go there in the medical cabin?"

Song Yuhe imagined the scene of himself going to Zhanzhan Island in the medical cabin, and probably thought it was very funny, so he laughed heartlessly: "It's not impossible."

Bo Qiao explained to him seriously: "Zhanzhan Island is only beautiful when it snows heavily. When it snows for the first time, the island is bare and not very beautiful. It's better to be at home."

Song Yuhe just casually said, "Okay, let's watch the snow at home."

Bo Qiao looked at Song Yuhe who seemed to be shining in the sun, and couldn't help shaking the osmanthus tree twice, and the orange floral flowers that had just passed the flowering period rustled down. Song Yuhe's hat had a brim , The hat that was smashed was surrounded by bright sweet-scented osmanthus flowers.

Like snow that has sucked up the autumn sun.

Song Yuhe has not been in charge of Song's laboratory and Pucun's research for more than half a year. He spends most of his time recuperating in the hospital or at Bo Qiao's house. He takes this opportunity to read all the books on the three walls of Bo Qiao's study. One never falls.

When I finished the last book, it finally entered winter.

Song Yuhe covered his knees with a blanket, sitting in the room and watching the bright sunshine outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Bo Qiao was suddenly a little busy during this time, sometimes he would rush out in the morning and come back in a hurry at night, if he wasn't worried about Song Yuhe not sleeping well, he might have slept in the company.

Song Yuhe was very bored during the day, it was too cold outside, he rarely went out, but today he saw the sunshine outside was like honey, he hesitated for a long time, finally moved his finger with difficulty, tapped the button of the wheelchair, and slowly drew the door.

As soon as the wheelchair left the room, Bo Qiao called.

Song Yuhe clicked his optical brain: "Sir?"

Bo Qiao's voice was slightly smiling, and he seemed to be in a good mood. He said softly, "Do you want to go out to bask in the sun?"

Song Yuhe blinked in surprise: "How do you know?"

"I was worried that something might happen to you, so I fixed the wheelchair on the wheelchair." After Bo Qiao finished speaking, he asked again, "You won't be angry, will you?"

Song Yuhe: "Why am I angry, I am prone to accidents by myself."

Bo Qiao laughed: "Song Guanxing wanted to go there today, but there are some things here, so you play all morning first, and he will arrive at noon."

Song Yuhe was very obedient, and didn't want to cause trouble for others at all: "Okay."

"Then turn on the video, I'll watch you." Bao Qiao.

Song Yuhe nodded, turned on the holographic video, and strolled out in a wheelchair.

The weather outside was sunny, Song Yuhe squinted his eyes to bask in the sun, and said to Bo Qiao who was working: "Sir, I watch the sky at night, there should be snow in a few days."

Bo Qiao laughed: "Where is the master, how can you see the sky so accurately?"

Song Yuhe smiled, swiped his optical brain, and said truthfully: "The master of weather forecasting."

Bo Qiao knew that he was thinking about Chu Xue, so she touched his face with a smile through the holographic video: "I will definitely watch it with you when it snows."

Seeing that the hint was successful, Song Yuhe smiled until his eyes crescented.

Song Yuhe also had a holographic communication with Bo Qiao before, but each time, different people from his side would come to report work and data, and they were dealing with work for 10 out of 9 minutes, but today Bo Qiao seemed to be very idle, sitting all the time. On the chair, as if waiting for something.

Song Yuhe asked suspiciously: "Sir, aren't you busy today?"

"It's okay." Bo Qiao said lightly, "Is it cold outside? Do you want to go back and add an extra dress?"

Song Yuhe shook his head, the wheelchair has a constant temperature system: "It's not cold, but it's warm."

Bo Qiao and him chatted one after another, chatting for a whole morning, and Song Guanxing finally arrived at noon.

Song Yuhe had no choice but to hang up the holographic video reluctantly.

Song Guanxing also looked very happy today. Seeing Song Yuhe and Bo Qiao were lingering and reluctant, and it was rare that there was no yin and yang. He returned the wheelchair to the room humming a song, and said skillfully: "It's so cold outside, you must be careful to freeze into a little fool." .”

Song Yuhe pointed to Bo Qiao's study room, and said triumphantly, "I've read all the books in that room, I'm not a fool."

When Song Yuhe was diagnosed with Hera disease, Song Guanxing suspended Song Yuhe from school. Before that, he seldom talked to Song Yuhe about going to school. Today, for some reason, he said for the first time: "Then wait for you After the illness is cured, will you go back to Fuenli to go to school?"

The wish of "curing the disease" is too good, so good that Song Yuhe also followed Song Guanxing's imagination: "Fur Enli is so far away, I want to marry my husband first after I get cured, and then think about where to go to school. "

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing wished he could slap his mouth.

Let your lips talk about this!

But seeing that Song Yuhe's sickly face looked better, Song Guanxing had no choice but to follow his words and said, "I went to university in Fu'enli at that time because their department of bionic machinery was relatively good, but with the development of these years, Nanhuai's The majors in the university are actually similar—Qin Xian was transferred to Nanhuai University due to the turnover of teachers, you can also consider it.”

Song Yuhe tilted his head: "Is Nanhuai University far from here?"

Song Guanxing said: "Fortunately, about five kilometers."

Song Yuhe immediately said, "Go, go."

It's five kilometers away, and it's only a short drive away. It must be very convenient to go to and from school.

Seeing that he was so happy, Song Guanxing continued to chat with him: "Then do you still want to continue learning bionic machines?"

After all, Song Yuhe's ability to make bionics is even more proficient than those teachers in the university, but the theoretical knowledge is a little lacking.

"I don't know." Song Yuhe thought seriously, "Let's see when the time comes."

Having said that, it was rare for Song Yuhe not to bask in the sun after lunch. Instead, he went to Bo Qiao's study and began to look for professional information on Nanhuai Star.

Fu Enli University is still too far away, separated by a galaxy, Song Yuhe doesn't want to be too far away from Bo Qiao, it's better to go to study directly.

He tinkered all afternoon, and at night Bo Qiao came back to take over with Song Guanxing, and brought back a small cake.

Song Yuhe was spoiled by Bo Qiao, and he felt that he had no desires and desires before, even if he ate grass roots, he didn't feel anything, but now when he saw the little cake full of cream, his eyes lit up.

"Want to eat?" Bo Qiao sat down and shook the cake in front of his eyes.

Song Yuhe nodded his head: "I really want to eat it!"

Bo Qiao touched his head with a smile: "I can't eat it yet, wait a little longer."

"I'll just take a small bite." Song Yuhe stretched out two fingers to measure, and said quietly, "Just a little."

Bo Qiao's heart relented, dipped some strawberry pieces in cream, and fed them to Song Yuhe: "I can only eat one piece."

Song Yuhe nodded like a pounding garlic, and put that piece of strawberry cream into his mouth with an "ahhhh".

This was the first time he ate cream this year, and his eyes were shining brightly.

Why didn't he know that the cake was so delicious before.

"Sir!" Song Yuhe said happily, "When I am cured, I will eat cake every day."

Bo Qiao couldn't help laughing: "Eating every day will make you tired."

Song Yuhe didn't care, he took out a small notebook and wrote there.

Bo Qiao became interested, wanted to know what he was writing, and took a look at it, only to find that he was clumsily writing the three words [eat cake] stroke by stroke.

Taking a closer look, the piece of paper has already listed several things that I want to do after the disease is cured.

[Engagement and Marriage Sleepiness with Mr.] Five stars

[Transfer to Nanhuai University] Four stars

[Go to Zhanzhan Island to see the snow] Four stars

……

After eating the cake, Song Yuhe hesitated for a while before drawing two stars.

Bo Qiao raised his eyebrows, and before he could speak, Song Yuhe added another one with shaking hands.

Bo Qiao saw that it was difficult for him to hold the pen, so he spread his slender fingers around Song Yuhe's fingers, held his hand stroke by stroke and added another stroke.

Bo Qiao was very close, almost hugging Song Yuhe in his arms, Song Yuhe almost rubbed his lips against his face when he turned around.

Bo Qiao said softly, "I will accompany you in whatever you want to do in the future."

Song Yuhe received such a hopeful promise, his face was full of obvious joy: "Good!"

In the next few days, Song Yuhe stopped reading, and just sat there with his notebook thinking hard about what he wanted to do after he was cured.

Within two days, a bunch of things had been densely written in that little book, and he gave four stars even after the event of "cultivating a rose plant by myself".

As long as it was something he wanted to do, Bo Qiao would mark him with four stars, and even marked the appropriate season and date.

But the only thing I didn’t say was a word about [I felt engaged and married to my husband].

Sometimes Song Yuhe always hints at the first thing he wants to do, but Bao Qiao seems to be unable to see the hint, and his eyes sweep over lightly, making Song Yuhe secretly sulking.

The weather is getting colder and colder, the wintersweet in Boqiao's yard has been cold and bloomed, and the first snow has not yet come down.

On Friday, Song Yuhe checked the weather forecast and found that the weather outside had turned dark, so he knew it was going to snow today.

But Bo Qiao hurried to the company early in the morning before he woke up, and there is no news yet.

Song Yuhe had no choice but to try to control the wheelchair, and quietly left the room.

Normally, as soon as the wheelchair left the room, Bo Qiao would call within three seconds, but Song Yuhe had already arrived under the wintersweet tree, and there was no movement at all.

Song Yuhe waited sullenly for Baoqiao's communication page on the light brain in his hand, and whispered: "I'll give you 3 minutes, if you don't call me again, I will... I will..."

He said "I will" for a long time, but he couldn't think of anything that could threaten Bao Qiao, so he could only thump the armrest of the wheelchair angrily.

After talking for 3 minutes, Song Yuhe stared at the communication page for 3 minutes.

When the time is up, he is going to steer the wheelchair back angrily, intending to show Bo Qiao what real anger is.

But before he could turn the wheelchair around, the door of the villa beside him was opened.

Song Yuhe turned around suspiciously, and saw Bo Qiao hurried in with a bouquet of flowers.

Seeing the familiar rose, Song Yuhe suddenly became happy without any grudges, forgetting that he had said "angry" just now, and looked at Bao Qiao happily.

"gentlemen……"

When Bo Qiao saw him sitting under the wintersweet tree, his frantic heart beat even more violently, and he strode towards Song Yuhe with full momentum.

Song Yuhe was taken aback, thinking that something had happened, when he was about to speak, he saw Bo Qiao's tall figure enveloping him like a black shadow, and he stretched out his arms to hold him tightly in his arms.

Bo Qiao touched the ground on one knee, felt Song Yuhe's warm body, closed his eyes slightly, and slowed down his racing heart.

Song Yuhe raised his hand with some difficulty, patted Bo Qiao's back lightly, and whispered, "What's the matter, what happened?"

Something white fell from the sky, Song Yuhe thought it was wintersweet petals blown off by the wind at first, but he didn't realize it was snow until the white snow fell on the back of his hand and melted into drops of water.

The first snow has arrived.

Bo Qiao finally came to his senses, and let go of him little by little. He touched one knee to the ground, gently took Song Yuhe's slender five fingers and kissed them on his lips.

It seemed that he hadn't slept well for several days, but his pitch-black eyes shone with enthusiasm, and after his lips fell on the cold fingers, Song Yuhe shivered slightly from the heat.

Bo Qiao today seems a bit too strange.

Song Yuhe whispered in his heart.

At this time, Bo Qiao handed the flowers to Song Yuhe, his voice was a little hoarse, and he tried for a long time before he could make a sound.

"Song Liuzhi."

Bo Qiao had never called himself Song Liuzhi, such a serious attitude made Song Yuhe's heart skip a beat, and he felt as if his life was not long—although this was also true.

He said cautiously, "What, what?"

Bo Qiao's eyes became more gentle, these words seemed to bring out his sincerity, they were as heavy as a thousand catties, and each word was thrown at Song Yuhe's body.

"I love you."

"Want to hug you."

These were the last two sentences in "Heart" at that time. They were ordinary, can be seen everywhere, and even two perfunctory words that could be said casually, but they supported Song Yuhe to survive in Mofenfen.

Bo Qiao never said these two sentences to Song Yuhe.

In his cognition, these two sentences are a sincere promise, and if you say too much, you will lose your true feelings.

Bo Qiao's heartbeat, which had just calmed down after running back, started beating wildly again, the roots of his ears were red, and he was also annoyed.

The marriage proposal didn't seem to be like that. He just said these two sentences. Who knows what he meant?

The success of INC's targeted drug research made Bo Qiao crazy, he hurriedly bought flowers on the way back, and didn't even have a marriage proposal ceremony, just this dry sentence, it seemed strange and hasty.

Bo Qiao regretted more and more, thinking that he should have thought about it earlier!

Song Yuhe was stunned for a long time before realizing that Bo Qiao... seemed to be proposing marriage.

He didn't know what it was like for someone to propose marriage, but Bo Qiao never said such things on weekdays.

Song Yuhe remembered that Bo Qiao said that after the INC research was successful, it would be given to him as an engagement gift.

Realizing this, Song Yuhe took a breath and looked at Bao Qiao in disbelief.

No wonder Bao Qiao was so weird during this time, he didn't look busy when he turned on the holographic video, but he still had to run to the company every day.

So he has been waiting for the results of INC targeted drugs?

Just when Bo Qiao was struggling to find a proper proposal, Song Yuhe suddenly laughed. He struggled to open his hand, and with a sudden force on his waist, he fell from the wheelchair and hooked him directly. Bo Qiao's neck fell into his arms.

Bo Qiao was startled, and hurriedly caught him.

Song Yuhe smiled brightly in the first snow, and tears fell down at some point.

He couldn't help laughing happily while crying, his voice was a little choked up.

"I am willing."

He has always been willing.

The love of young people is pure and passionate, as if carrying a flame that will never be extinguished.

Bo Qiao seemed to be scalded by him, and tightly hugged his little rose in his arms in the early snow.

The bouquet of roses rolled down from his knees, and the first snow rustled on the wrapping paper, making a crisp and sweet sound.

The wilting little rose is delicate but strong, trying to face the sun.

The clouds have dissipated, but the sun is still there.