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The moment he landed, Song Yu felt that his shoulders and the bones of his spine seemed to be shattered.

The arm was pressed under Gu Qingchi's body, and he lost consciousness.

To be scrapped.

This terrifying thought immediately flashed through his mind, and the cells in his body boiled as if they were about to burst, but he couldn't move at all.

God's right hand.

How can it be said that it is useless.

Song Yu frowned and clenched his back molars.

But soon, his arm regained consciousness, soreness, numbness, and... pain.

"Get up, you crushed me to death." Song Yu lamented hoarsely, he felt that he probably didn't fit in with this place, and he was almost disabled after staying for more than an hour.

When Gu Qingchi felt that he was about to fall, he bent his legs to cushion him. Basically, he was fine. After sitting up quickly, he looked at Song Yu who was lying on the ground, a little at a loss, "Are you hurt? Can you get up?"

Song Yu twisted his arm in the dark, grinning his teeth in pain. The bones should not be hurt, but the skin must have been scratched. He hasn't experienced this hot feeling for a long time.

Yaoshou.

In her previous life, she must have dug up the grave of Gu Qingchi's family.

Seeing that he couldn't stand up for a long time, Gu Qingchi knelt down on one knee, supported his shoulder, and pressed it lightly, "Does it hurt?"

Song Yu breathed out, and said "Ah" with a slightly pompous voice, "You tell me to slow down, I feel like I'm about to pass out now."

Gu Qingchi regretted that he didn't listen to Song Yu's words half an hour ago and went straight to find a locksmith to open the door, "Do you want to call an ambulance for you?"

"Ah?" Song Yu had basically recovered from this meeting, and quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, I'm fine."

Gu Qingchi said helplessly: "Why did you suddenly rush over just now!?"

"I'm afraid you'll hurt yourself." Song Yu propped himself up on the ground with one hand, trying to sit up.

Gu Qingchi glanced at him, and a part of his heart suddenly softened, he pursed his lips and helped Song Yu up from the ground.

Song Yu rubbed his shoulders and moved his toes, feeling a little sore where Gu Qingchi stepped on him.

Fortunately, I was wearing sneakers today, and the uppers were relatively thick, otherwise, the toes would probably be broken off with that foot.

He tried to walk a couple of steps, but he felt okay, just a little limp.

"Did I step on you just now?" Gu Qingchi asked.

"Ah, your tonnage, I was trampled to pieces, okay?" Song Yu joked.

"If you hadn't rushed over just now, we wouldn't have fallen together." Gu Qingchi said.

Song Yu frowned slightly.

Lu Qingchi's ungratefulness again and again made the backlog in his heart during this period of time, and the anxiety and uneasiness about this feeling was completely out of control at this moment.

"Okay, it's all my fault, shouldn't I foolishly rush over and hurt you?" Song Yu said impatiently.

Gu Qingchi blinked his eyes in a daze, he didn't understand why Song Yu's tone changed suddenly, it sounded very upset.

After recovering, he realized that probably his tone just now was too strong, making Song Yu mistakenly think that he was blaming him.

"That's not what I meant..." Gu Qingchi was not good at expressing his emotions, so he conceived for a long time before admitting cheekily, "I'm very touched that you rushed to save me."

"No... I was going to trouble you!" Song Yu almost laughed out loud, but fortunately it was dark now, and Gu Qingchi couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Don't say that," Gu Qingchi stretched out his hand and gently squeezed his arm, touched a piece of sticky liquid, suddenly became nervous, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of it, "Your arm is injured."

Song Yu didn't feel any pain at first, but when he heard this, he immediately "hissed", and then said in a tone that sounded indifferent but wrapped in displeasure, "I'm fine."

Gu Qingchi took out his phone and took a picture of his arm.

It was indeed a small scratch, and it would be over after flushing it with water, but for a young master like Song Yu who was scratched lightly by a fruit knife and wanted to go to the hospital to register for bandaging, it was probably a cancer-grade wound.

Do you want to help him deal with this? Maybe what to say about him next time.

"Go upstairs, I'll help you disinfect." Gu Qingchi raised his hand to support Song Yu's arm.

Song Yu put his arms on Gu Qingchi's shoulders, and after taking two limping steps, his upper body pressed against Gu Qingchi's body again. The distance was so close that his lips rubbed against Gu Qingchi's ears when he tilted his head.

Soft and fluffy.

"Can I go upstairs?" Gu Qingchi scratched his ears.

Song Yu was startled, and pretended to jump up a step.

Gu Qingchi whispered "tsk", "I'll carry you on my back."

Song Yu leaned on Gu Qingchi's back and smirked. He found that Gu Qingchi was also a very soft-hearted person. He was soft-hearted towards stray cats and the same with people.

He turned his head sideways and blew into Gu Qingchi's ear.

Gu Qingchi shrank his neck, "What are you doing?"

Song Yu breathed out again, and Gu Qingchi laughed, "You are sick."

Song Yu rubbed his ears, overjoyed.

Gu Qingchi turned his head and looked at him, then immediately lowered his head. He has never had this kind of intimate interaction with people, and he is not used to it, but he does not reject it.

...After all, I have kissed them all.

Every time he thinks about it, his ears burn.

Song Yu was in a hurry to go to the bathroom, so Gu Qingchi went back to his room and found a bottle of alcohol wipes.

It was the first time to treat someone else's wounds at such a big age, and it was even more nervous than applying medicine to myself.

The main reason was that Song Yu couldn't bear the pain when he was startled, and the cotton began to "hiss" before touching it.

"Where are you spouting letters? I haven't encountered this yet." Gu Qingchi was helpless.

"It's not the same when you got the injection." Song Yu let out a "tch" and rolled his eyes.

Gu Qingchi pressed it up, Song Yu really felt the pain at this moment, tilted his neck and shouted, "Be gentle! The skin will be rubbed off by you!"

"The skin fell off." Gu Qingchi wiped the wound with 12 patience.

Song Yu couldn't help but took out his phone and took a picture of him.

Taking advantage of Song Yu's time to post on Moments, Gu Qingchi picked up a bottle of spray and sprayed it on his wound with lightning speed.

When Song Yu came back to his senses, small bubbles were already appearing on the wound, and his scalp tightened instantly, "Damn it, what did you spray, it must be poisonous! Has it expired!?"

"Heal quickly," Gu Qingchi handed him the spray, "Spray it twice a day, and the wound will heal quickly."

Song Yu glanced at the spray in his hand, the name was really "heal quickly".

He shook the spray in his hand, and said with a smile: "The tokens of love exchanged by young lovers are all jade pendants, diamond rings and small handkerchiefs, and we both use burn ointment to make up quickly."

"It's different." Gu Qingchi screwed up the alcohol bottle and put it back in the drawer, "After spraying this thing, don't put a Band-Aid on it."

"Well," Song Yu asked, blowing on the wound on his arm, "Did you find any treasure just now?"

"No," Gu Qingchi sighed angrily, "My dad's room is as messy as a pig's nest, I'm afraid he might find out if I rummaged around."

"It's all a pig's nest, how do you find out!?" Song Yu almost cried out of anger.

"You don't understand, no matter how messy someone's room is, they can still know exactly what has been turned over, and I have to restore it to its original position." Gu Qingchi said.

"Then it wasted a long time cooperating with us." Song Yu sighed and fell back on Gu Qingchi's bed.

"Oh, by the way, I saw some photos of my dad when he was young." Lu Qingchi took out his phone.

Song Yu immediately stood up from the bed and leaned over to look at the photo.

It's rare for Gu Qingchi not to blur the photo, even the uncle in the photo looks too wretched...

Song Yu remembered that Gu Qingchi had told him before that his father looked like a TV set, and after seeing it now, he really looked like him, with a standard Chinese character face and a broadband multi-cast version.

Rosacea, squinting eyes, and a big mole on the chin, I don't know if it's because he had a prejudice against Gu Qingchi's father before, he felt that this look matched the arrest warrant.

"This is your father?" Song Yu showed a slightly disgusted expression, this man really has nothing in common with Gu Qingchi except for his gender.

"Ah, doesn't it look like me?" Gu Qingchi laughed, "Fortunately, I didn't inherit his generous face."

"Isn't it quite like, isn't it like at all?" Song Yu looked at him, hesitated for a while and said, "Would you...wasn't your father's own."

Gu Qingchi pursed his lips, but did not speak.

Originally, he had been deceiving himself and thinking that he probably didn't look like his father, but what Song Yu said made him completely suspicious.

The first explanation that jumped into his mind was that there was someone outside his mother.

I was too nervous in my father's room just now and didn't take a closer look. Now I will find that the woman in the wedding photo is the same as the woman holding the little boy's hand in the other photo.

So that woman should be his mother.

It was a very strange feeling. If it wasn't for the wedding photo he took with his father, he would never have imagined that this woman was his mother.

"Is this little brat you?" Song Yu took a closer look at the phone and found that it didn't look like it.

"My brother." Gu Qingchi felt that it was strange to call a kid with a bigger fart in the photo.

It was only then that Song Yu remembered that Gu Qingchi had mentioned this matter to him once before, and in the end the mother and son fell into the water and died together, which is quite pitiful.

But no matter how he saw that the woman in the photo didn't look like Gu Qingchi, after hesitating for a long time, he couldn't help but ask, "Did you have plastic surgery?"

"I have that spare money, why don't I buy more chicken drumsticks." Gu Qingchi glanced at him.

Song Yu looked troubled, and thought of the only explanation, "Honestly, I don't think the one in this photo should be your mother. Did your father give birth to you through a second marriage?"

"I don't know," Gu Qingchi stared at the phone blankly, his mind completely messed up, "I don't know..."

Song Yu saw the discomfort in his expression, "Don't worry, a second marriage...isn't a big deal."

"What about my mother? If this woman isn't my mother, then where is my mother?" Gu Qingchi frowned.

"This... I don't know..." Song Yu didn't know how to calm down Gu Qingchi's current mood, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't think about it, I just speculated wildly, I will wait for you later Dad is back, you can ask him to talk about it."

Gu Qingchi hung his head and said nothing, all doubts and conjectures from childhood to adulthood passed through his mind like a revolving door.

Dad hid a big secret and kept it from himself for more than 20 years.

Exactly how shady is his life experience, so that he has to hide it from him for so many years?

Is it embarrassing?

He felt that Song Yu's conjecture might be the truth, but this brought up many questions, such as where is mother?Why hasn't it appeared for so many years?Why on earth did you abandon him?Divorced or... not married at all.

Very upset.

This is related to how he should go on the next road.

He hated the feeling of being kept in the dark, and felt a little breathless.

After sending Song Yu downstairs, Gu Qingchi was still in a trance.

"Go to rest early, don't worry too much, you are able to take care of yourself now, it doesn't matter whether they stay by your side or not," Song Yu comforted, "Look, my father and I have been together for a year. If I don't meet twice, I'm living a good life."

"That's different. It's like losing a memory. You will always think about what you forgot." Gu Qingchi said.

"But that memory can't change your current situation. You still have to work, eat, and sleep." Song Yu patted him on the shoulder, "Let it be, and have a good chat with your dad."

Gu Qingchi responded with a low voice, and Song Yu got into the driver's seat.

"Hey, can you drive with your feet?" Gu Qingchi was a little worried.

"It's okay, the pain has been gone for a long time," Song Yu started the car and waved, "Good night."

"Good night." Gu Qingchi smiled.

After washing up, Gu Qingchi lay on the bed and thought about things. Song Yu's speculations, combined with some of his own thoughts, played out hundreds of bloody plots in his mind.

After tossing and turning until 10:30, I still couldn't help calling my dad.

Shut down.

"Hey—" Gu Qingchi let out a long sigh.

He never thought that one day he would be so entangled with the question "Where did I come from?" that I couldn't sleep.

He looked at the small crack in the ceiling, and a thought suddenly came to his mind.

It would be fine if he really wasn't his father's biological son.

But soon, he was severely condemned by his own conscience.

At the same time, Song Yu was also tossing and turning on the bed, unable to sleep.

Regardless of whether the facts involved in Gu Qingchi's life experience are good or bad, they will definitely cause a lot of turmoil in his life.

To be honest, he has some conflicts, he hopes that Gu Qingchi can completely get rid of the family and live a good life, but he doesn't want him to be like himself, without the love of his parents or mother.

Living alone is very tiring, especially at a certain moment in the dead of night, it will appear particularly lonely.

Just like now.

It would be great if I could stay with Gu Qingchi all the time.

Song Yu turned over, touched the mobile phone on the bedside table, struggled for a while, and still sent a message to Gu Qingchi.

A Brilliant Fish: Sleeping?

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