Blame him for being too pretty

Probably thinking of something, Bo Qiao smiled coldly, and gently stroked Song Yuhe's soft black hair like stroking a cat.

The back of Song Yuhe's neck was a little sensitive. After being stroked by him like this, a numbness came from his back, which almost made his legs go weak, and his whole body was pressed against Bao Qiao's body.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing's iron teeth and copper teeth were about to be crushed. For the first time in his life, he showed a smile uglier than #乔MR., and stepped forward to tear the two of them apart casually.

——He didn't dare to pull Song Yuhe, so he could only roughly tear Bao Qiao's restless claws away.

Bo Qiao: "Hiss—"

Song Yuhe, who enjoyed Bo Qiao's petting like a puppy, immediately turned around and gave Song Guanxing a fierce look.

Song Guanxing didn't use much force at all: "..."

He was wronged by Feixue in June, but he could only retract his hand in a nonchalant manner, and said dryly, "I didn't do anything."

It was the first time for Bo Qiao to see Song Guanxing's cowardly and stupid appearance, and the shame of being stunned all these years and being so aggrieved that every replay was useless came to his heart instantly.

Coupled with the anger of being thrown in the cemetery, the new and old grudges were counted together, and he finally let out a fierce breath of anger.

Originally, he thought that Song Yuhe was Song Guanxing's lifelong enemy, but he didn't expect that there would be a surprise now.

To his lost and recovered brother, Song Guanxing smashed his teeth and swallowed his blood, and dared not say anything more.

Bo Qiao was refreshed.

At this time, the people from the Star Police Bureau transferred the surveillance from the research institute to Song Yuhe.

During the time when Song Yuhe fell asleep, many people passed by his laboratory, but no one entered, and it is unknown who could quietly paste the self-explosion program on Song Yuhe's bionic person .

Song Yuhe frowned, looked at it, and said, "Please send me a copy of the monitoring."

The person from the Star Police Department said patiently: "We have checked, and the monitoring has not been replaced or missing."

Song Yuhe wanted to say more, but Song Guanxing said from the side: "Give him a share if he wants it."

The Star Police hesitated, nodded, and sent the monitoring to Song Yuhe.

Song Yuhe went to the workbench and turned on the video on the optical brain, and began to study whether there was any problem with the video.

It's just that his optical brain is still an old device that Bo Huacai eliminated, so it's fine if it can be used, even if he has money now, he doesn't bother to buy it.

Song Yuhe waited patiently for the video to load.

Song Guanxing paid attention to him silently, thinking about how to talk about his identity.

The one-hour video could be fully loaded in less than a second with Song Guanxing's high-configuration optical computer, but Song Yuhe's optical computer displayed a slow progress bar.

【Estimated opening time: 00:00:50】

Song Guanxing was stunned for a moment, and hurried forward to offer courtesy: "Xiao... Yuhe, let me give you a new optical brain."

He remembered that Song Yuhe liked his optical brain very much before, and shook his hand like offering a treasure: "This is the style, it is very fast and has more functions."

Song Yuhe was happily waiting for the video to load, but suddenly his face was smeared by this flaunting words, and he looked at him blankly: "Are you despising my optical brain?"

Song Guanxing: "???"

Song Guanxing shook his head desperately, his brains were about to come out: "No no no no no no no no!!!"

I just want to replace you with a better optical brain.

But for the unwelcome, it's all wrong for him to breathe.

Bo Qiao originally hated the smell of bionic human flow, and planned to leave first, holding his nose, but Song Guanxing's good show was so rare and so fascinating that Mr. Bo perfectly overcame the faint physiological reaction of vomiting, and sat in the chair wearing a mask. On Song Yuhe's chair, he watched the play with his long legs crossed.

Seeing this, he had a half-smile: "Yuhe, when you finish your work, I'll take you to buy a new optical computer, this one is too slow."

He originally wanted to find an opportunity to replace Song Yuhe's optical brain, but now it happened to happen, and he was still angry with Song Guanxing.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Song Guanxing glanced at him coldly, dismissing Bo Qiao's little trick.

He thinks that Bo Qiao can't speak too much, and if he speaks such blatantly disgusting words about Guangnao, Xiao Zhi's favorability will definitely drop wildly.

Song Guanxing was waiting to see Bo Qiao's good show, when he heard Song Yuhe nod his head and looked at Bao Qiao reverently.

"Okay, okay, sir, you are right." Song Yuhe said, "It is indeed necessary to change it, this is a good card."

Song Guanxing: "..."

for!Varied!what? !

Bo Qiao was like a victorious general, sitting high on his throne, looking at the aggrieved Song Guanxing with a smirk, intending to see when he was going to talk about his life experience.

Song Guanxing originally wanted to win Song Yuhe's favorability before talking about his life experience, but he couldn't hold back when he saw Song Yuhe frowned and poked the optical brain that was almost stuck, and asked in a low voice: "Are you... How did you get to Mofenfen?"

Song Yuhe didn't want to talk to him, so he frowned and restarted the optical brain.

57 couldn't stand it anymore: "He risked his life just now to save you."

Song Yuhe reluctantly said, "I don't remember, I've been with Mofenfen since I remember it."

Song Guanxing looked a little sad.

Back then, Song Yuhe had not yet passed his eighth birthday, and since he fell from the flying boat into space and traveled through a wormhole, it was impossible not to be injured. Now that he is intact and only lost part of his memory, it is considered a blessing among misfortunes.

Song Guanxing didn't dare to think too much, he could only try his best to cheer himself up.

After all, finding something lost is the greatest blessing in life.

Song Guanxing looked at Song Yuhe without daring to blink, lest he disappear from his eyes again, wanted to recognize him but was afraid that Song Yuhe, who had no memory, would reject him, and would push him further and further away instead. His face was at a loss.

But he wanted to talk to Song Yuhe too much, so he could only chat awkwardly with him.

"Yuhe, is there any problem with this monitoring...?"

Song Yuhe put all his thoughts on the video, and answered him casually: "Not yet."

Song Guanxing thought to himself that he is indeed my younger brother, this "hey" is so damn cute.

Seeing Song Guanxing staring at his younger brother, Bo Qiao sneered, switched legs, and continued to watch the play with Erlang's legs crossed.

Song Guanxing chatted awkwardly with Song Yuhe again, and Qin Xian ran over in a hurry.

"Good boy, good boy!"

Song Yuhe looked up at him, and said obediently, "Teacher."

Qin Xian ran over and looked him up and down for a long time, and found that not even a single hair had fallen out, so he breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his head, and said with lingering fear, "You scared me to death, I just went to the next one." How could something like this happen in class?"

Song Yuhe's heart was very big: "I'm fine, don't worry."

"I heard it was Mr. Song's self-explosion program for you." Qin Xian understood everything along the way. Seeing that Song Guanxing was still beside him, he excitedly grabbed his hand and shook it tightly. "Thank you, Mr. Song, for saving me." I really... don’t know how to thank you.”

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing's expression was complicated. He originally thought that no outsiders should thank him for saving his own brother, but when he saw Qin Xian's eyes were full of fear and gratitude, he choked back again when he reached his mouth.

If it wasn't for Qin Xian, Song Yuhe might still be playing with those broken bionics in Mofenfen.

Maybe I can't live without that remote half-abandoned planet for the rest of my life, wasting my life until I die of old age.

And he will never know that his own brother is still alive.

Thinking of this, Song Guanxing was only grateful to Qin Xian, and forced a smile: "It's nothing, what should be done."

Qin Xian pulled him to thank Datong again, and continued to rub Song Yuhe's head: "Are you scared? I always ask you to close the door of the research room or set a fingerprint lock, and you always don't take it to heart." , have you suffered this time?"

Song Yuhe is very well-behaved to everyone, and doesn't watch the video, looking up at Qin Xian eagerly: "I'm not scared, I don't suffer."

"Still trying to be brave." Qin Xian said with a smile, "Are you still busy at night? I'll take you to a big meal. How about pickled fish?"

Song Yuhe said happily: "Good, good, good."

Although Song Guanxing was grateful to Qin Xian, but when he heard that the big meal he took his younger brother was pickled fish, he still couldn't help complaining in distress, coughed dryly, and kept a decent smile: "I know that there is a restaurant in Fuenli that has very good food. It’s delicious, it’s on Fusl Street, if you don’t mind, I’ll treat you to eat.”

Bo Qiao crossed her legs and said lazily: "You mean the restaurant with the ninth line of cuisine? I remember that the reservation for that place was gone a month ago, and a meal costs hundreds of thousands of stars. .”

For Song Guanxing and Bo Qiao, hundreds of thousands of star coins are insignificant at all, but for social animals like Qin Xian and Song Yuhe who need to make a living, it is completely unthinkable consumption.

Song Yuhe shook Qin Xian's forearm, and said nervously: "Teacher, just, just eat pickled fish."

Qin Xian swallowed his saliva, gritted his teeth slightly, and didn't dare to really ask Song Guanxing to treat him, so he said painfully: "If my dear boy wants to eat, we, we can make an exception and have a meal."

Song Yuhe shook his head like a rattle: "My boy doesn't want to eat."

Qin Xian was almost amused by his self-proclaimed name, and knew that the child was good, and knew to save himself money, so he rubbed his head again.

Song Yuhe was not as fierce as he was with Song Guanxing, letting others rub his hairy head.

Song Guanxing watched from the side until his eyes were bleeding with jealousy, and he felt sorry for Song Yuhe who hadn't even eaten a good meal, and his heart was mixed for a while, and his face was slightly distorted.

"By the way." Qin Xian suddenly thought, took out the DNA test report of the optical brain, frowned and said, "The organizer of the mechanical competition responded to me, saying that your DNA number conflicts with an unknown boss, so May not be able to compete."

Song Yuhe was taken aback, and looked at him in confusion: "Why?"

Qin Xian was afraid that he would cry again, so he coaxed him softly: "There hasn't been an investigation yet, I have already applied again, let's wait a little longer."

Only then did Song Guanxing realize that he hadn't given any instructions after seeing the abnormal DNA report, and the assistant might not have waited for a long time for a reply, so he directly dismissed the report of "pretending to be Song Liuzhi".

He didn't dare to delay, and immediately turned on the optical brain and sent the DNA report to the assistant without error.

The assistant sent him a report suspected of being "Song Liuzhi" but did not receive any reply. He thought he had touched the boss Ni Lin and was already crying and typing out his resignation report. Unexpectedly, he received the news suddenly and was immediately stunned.

[Song Guanxing: Hurry up and approve his game number review!immediately! 】

The assistant was ups and downs, without even asking, and immediately canceled Song Yuhe's DNA anomaly and replaced it with [DNA number review passed].

Qin Xian comforted Song Yuhe less than 3 minutes later, another report came from the optical brain.

[Song Yuhe's DNA number has passed the audit. You are welcome to participate in the Mechanical Contest. I wish you a successful start. 】

Qin Xian: "???"

He originally thought that this matter was really out of the question, why did he just send out the rejection report 10 minutes ago, and now he agrees?

It's really evil!

Seeing that his expression was not right, Song Yuhe asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Qin Xian's sullen face burst into joy for a second, pinching Song Yuhe's slender waist, lifted him up and turned him around, and said happily: "You can participate in the mechanical competition!"

Song Yuhe was taken aback.

Song Yuhe's journey to participate in the mechanical competition has been bumpy. First, he was demerited and punished and was not qualified. Later, he finally found a kind sponsor, and Song Yuhe's DNA number was not passed.

There were ups and downs, and now the dust has finally settled.

Qin Xian was very excited: "I'll get you the entry number first, and I'll take you to FUSL to have a big meal tonight! The teacher treats you!"

After speaking, he ran away, not at all mature and steady as a teacher.

Song Guanxing stared at Qin Xian's leaving back without saying a word, only then realized that Bo Qiao was no longer on his "throne" at some point.

There are only Song Guanxing and Song Yuhe in the huge research room.

After Song Yuhe digested the fact that he was able to participate in the mechanical competition, he was so happy that his eyes were full of crescent moons, humming a song in a good mood and continued to check the monitoring.

Song Guanxing stared at him intently, a certain desire in his heart became more and more intense, the excitement and ecstasy that had been suppressed because Song Yuhe lost his memory and couldn't remember his childhood at all finally rose slowly.

Soon, that emotion rushed straight to his forehead, and exploded in Song Guanxing's mind with a bang.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized it slowly.

His younger brother is still alive.

Song Guanxing's pupils contracted slightly, and he stared blankly at Song Yuhe, who was alive and kicking, suddenly a soreness welled up in his eyes.

Song Guanxing, who is about to be 30 years old, learned to hide the truth in the rose garden, got used to not expressing his emotions and anger in the mall, and chose to reveal himself in the lingering day after day.

Even if he is crazy, he is crazy in his own world, never letting his true emotions out.

But at this moment, he finally felt stronger emotions than ten years ago.

The ecstasy of finding it again seemed to drag him out of an invisible abyss bit by bit.

He is redeemed.

All the emotions filled his chest, as if the bionic self-destruct program was slowly timing, and just breathing made him tearful in pain.

Song Yuhe was stunned by him, and stared blankly at him.

Song Guanxing burst into tears, pressed his heart hard and wanted to curl himself into a ball, but his rationality told him not to lose his composure in front of Xiao Zhi, so he could only lower his head and try to muffle a few laughs, trying to hold back his trembling breathing, Muttering: "I'm fine, I'm fine."

He clearly knew that Song Yuhe hated him and didn't care about his life or death, but Song Guanxing still almost deceived himself and said comforting words to him, even though he might get a sarcasm.

His tears rolled down from his lower eyelashes drop by drop, and each drop fell on the cold and pale ground.

Song Guanxing's breathing trembled, and he wanted to force himself to straighten his waist, but at this moment, it seemed that someone had taken his spine out of him and shattered the bones that he thought were indestructible.

The pain of the past ten years was firmly on him, making him tremble and unable to move.

Song Guanxing's tears were uncontrollable, and they fell even more fiercely.

At this moment, a scent of sunlight approached gently.

Song Guanxing looked blankly at the shoes that appeared in his sight.

Whenever Song Yuhe is in the research room, he will definitely turn on the daylighting device. He enjoys the feeling of the sun shining on his body all the time, as if his body is hot all the time, like a little sun.

Song Yuhe stood in front of Song Guanxing, looking at him in a panic, hesitating for a long time before reaching out his hand tentatively, holding Song Guanxing's side face, and wiping away the tears on his face with warm fingertips.

Song Guanxing looked at him blankly.

"Don't, don't cry." Song Yuhe didn't know how to comfort others, so he could only say dryly, "You'll get sick."

He had a fever when he cried, thinking that everyone was as fragile as he was.

Song Yuhe thought hard and didn't know why this person was crying like this in front of him, so he could only ask him, "What's the matter with you?"

Song Guanxing looked at the thin and pale Song Yuhe standing in front of him, and he didn't even dare to hug him hard. He tried his best to suppress the choking, and said almost aggrieved: "You...you talk to me."

He just wanted his younger brother to talk to him to prove his real feeling at this time.

Song Yuhe retracted his fingers awkwardly.

If it was someone else, the well-behaved and docile Song Yuhe would definitely be obedient without saying a word, but I don't know what is causing the trouble, Song Yuhe still remembers the little vendetta that was embarrassing before.

His young master's delicate and weak bones were worn away by the waste star that was flying sand and gravel all year round. It seemed that there was only a trace of rebelliousness and willfulness in his temperament, all of which were placed on this person.

Song Yuhe's subconscious mind seems to be very clear, he willfully and unreasonably make trouble for everyone, and the result may be suffering.

But in front of this person, he can be unscrupulous and do whatever he wants.

——It doesn't matter how willful he is, anyway, he will always tolerate himself.

Song Yuhe fiddled with his fingers, and whispered, "Didn't I... talk to you? Don't cry."

He is such a big man, and he seldom cries.

Song Guanxing stared at him intently, the circles of his eyes were red, and the tears still fell down without any hope.

Song Yuhe hesitated, bared his teeth at him, and said non-threateningly: "If you cry again, I will beat you."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing stared blankly at him for a long while, then burst out laughing suddenly.

He was crying and laughing, like a crazy lunatic, but Song Yuhe was stunned.

Song Guanxing couldn't bear it at all, he stretched his arms forward suddenly, and hugged Song Yuhe tightly between his arms.

He finally embraced the dream of ten years in his arms.

It also let Ling Chi reconcile his ten-year grudge together in this hug.