Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe was taken aback, and even had the illusion that he was drunk.

He remembered this bionic man very clearly, it was obviously from Mr. Qiao.

Song Yuhe's desire for gossip is not strong. Even if he knew that #乔先生# was a "star" and not someone from other worlds in his imagination, he would not break the casserole and ask the end.

But when this bionic person appeared directly in front of him, Song Yuhe was rarely in the mood to question him.

"Sir." Song Yuhe asked, "She...why is she here with you?"

For such a big man, Bo Qiao squatted on the ground with his long legs closed, looking extremely aggrieved. He blinked and looked at Song Yuhe, and said vaguely, "They want to scrap her, so I bought it."

Song Yuhe: "Who?"

Bo Qiao muttered, then suddenly frowned and said, "Annoying."

He said "annoying" as soon as he couldn't figure it out, and he didn't know whether to say "they" were annoying, or he who couldn't speak clearly was annoying.

Song Yuhe had no choice but to coax him to sit on the chair next to him, and went to check on the bionic man himself.

This bionic person has been scrapped for ten years. It is reasonable to say that after the flow silver stabilizer is damaged, the flow silver on the bionic body will slowly turn into a flowing liquid and peel off from the parts, but Bo Qiao is also a smart person. The small box forcibly fixed Liu Yin to the bionic man who shrunk into a watch.

He probably never opened these "Russian dolls" in the past ten years, so the money of the bionic man has not been lost until now.

The smell of flowing silver soon permeated the entire basement.

Bao Qiao, who was sitting on the chair, had a pale face, talking there in a low voice.

Song Yuhe leaned over to listen and found that he was saying, "Yue."

Song Yuhe: "???"

Bo Qiao only said "yue" with a pale face, but he didn't have the tendency to vomit. I don't know if he was using this onomatopoeia to vent.

Song Yuhe patted him on the back, and said to the delicate Bo Qiao, "If you want to vomit, just vomit."

But Bo Qiao shook his head: "I don't vomit."

"Huh? Why, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Bo Qiao's face was white and red, and while trying to resist the desire to vomit, he said seriously: "It's not graceful to vomit."

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe couldn't understand Bo Qiao's "pretending to be like the wind" engraved in his bones, so he nodded with a half understanding: "Then bear with it for a while, and I'll fix her right away."

Bo Qiao said, "Well, good. Yue."

Song Yuhe had no choice but to play with the bionic man.

The structure of this bionic man is exactly the same as the bionic man in the game. The scanning function in the hologram should be used to restore all the parts one by one.

——A game that took such a lot of time and effort was ruined by the terrible acting skills of #乔先生#.

There are no repair tools at home. Fortunately, the villa is not far from Furnley University, and it only takes ten minutes to go back and forth.

Song Yuhe ran to study and got the tools, but when he came back, he found that Bo Qiao was no longer in the basement, but vomited in the bathroom on the first floor.

Song Yuhe: "..."

Mr. Bo, who had no manners, didn't expect Song Yuhe to come back so soon. He stared blankly at him for a long time, and then staggered to wash his face, pretending nothing happened.

Song Yuhe: "..."

Upon closer inspection, Bo Qiao's ears were completely red.

Song Yuhe didn't ask any further questions, and went to the basement with a small toolbox, and began to repair the bionic man.

He moved Bao Qiao, who was about to vomit and collapse, to the basement by supporting the wall, and stared blankly at the back of Song Yuhe who was serious about repairing the bionic man.

Hearing footsteps, Song Yuhe turned around and said to him, "It will be fixed later."

Bo Qiao didn't move forward, but slowly sat on the steps while leaning on the wall.

Song Yuhe moved quickly, installing the new parts brought out from the research institute to the damaged parts one by one, looking capable and free.

Bo Qiao looked at it for a long time before murmuring, "I'm useless."

Song Yuhe casually responded to him while repairing: "What?"

"I'm going to turn off her switch." Bo Qiao seemed to be caught in the memories of that year, "But it's useless, she will dig out her heart next time."

Bo Qiao, who was only 19 years old, went from Nanhuai Star to Fuenli with passion, because the psychological shadow of watching a child fall into space on the airship chilled half of his blood, and the other half was there. It was completely cold in front of the bionic who forcibly dug out his heart.

Bo Qiaozai read the script carefully, and thought that the part where the bionic man dug his own heart would use special effects or project the bionic man, but he didn't expect the director team to buy a bionic man directly.

When the bionic man dug out the heart for the first time, Bao Qiao was frightened and hurriedly rushed to close her program before her hand fell down.

He couldn't understand.

Even if the bionic man is just a lump of iron in the eyes of others, how could he not change his face and even watch her dig out the "heart" with a smile in front of a skin that resembles a human.

It's just that Bo Qiao was still young at that time, and reluctantly agreed to continue filming under the persuasion of the director team.

Until the icy silver spilled on the ground, the bright eyes of the bionic man dimmed a little bit, his face was pale looking at the shooting scene like a murder scene, and he almost vomited to death.

Since then, he has hated the smell of silver.

It's like hating myself who watched but did nothing back then.

Because of the hot search of #比先生# at that time, Bo Qiao only briefly saw a clip of Song Yuhe repairing the bionic man when he cleared the "Heart". Up to now, I still remember the scene where Song Yuhe restrained the bionic person who was about to "suicide" by himself, and quickly repaired her.

Bo Qiao's current experience and experience in dealing with people are completely incomparable to those of ten years ago, but she still thinks from time to time, if I did this or that in the past, maybe I could not let her be scrapped, and I don't have to do it because of this bionic person. Heavy psychological shadow.

Knowing that Song Yuhe used such a method to unravel the impossible ending, Bo Qiao couldn't explain how he felt at the time, as if ten years of regret and self-loathing had finally found an outlet.

After drinking this time, his rationality disappeared, he acted according to instinct, and showed Song Yuhe the evidence of his cowardice.

He really felt that he was useless back then.

Bo Qiao's mind was controlled by drunkenness, and he was in a daze, saying that he was useless for a while, and "yue" for a while, but he sat obediently all the time, and didn't mess around to cause trouble for others.

Song Yuhe devoted himself to cultivating bionics, and when he heard such words, he instinctively went along with others.

Bo Qiao: "I'm useless."

Song Yuhe: "Well, I think so too."

Bo Qiao's voice became louder: "I'm really useless."

Song Yuhe: "Yeah, I really think so too."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao didn't expect that this person would not comfort him, but would go along with his strength instead, choking with anger for a while, his lips trembling and racking his brains to find out what to say.

But he didn't know how to hate people when he was sober, let alone drunk to such a ghostly virtue.

Bo Qiao, who was thinking hard and couldn't find the words to swear, held back for a long time, so he had no choice but to say expressionlessly: "Yue."

Song Yuhe: "..."

I usually see Mr. Bo so mature, dignified and stable, why is he like a child when he gets drunk?

Song Yuhe installed the last part of the Liuyin stabilizer, and activated the switch of the bionic human.

I saw that Liuyin, which had turned into a flowing liquid, seemed to be dragged by something and slowly crawled to the big broken hole in the bionic man's chest, and gradually filled up the broken part, turning into skin to cover the parts.

Ten years later, the clothes on the bionic man with the flowing silver had been torn, revealing the white skin around the heart. Song Yuhe didn't think the human body was anything attractive, so he found a coat of his own and put it on the bionic man.

Bo Qiao was still covered in gloomy black lines, probably heartbroken by Song Yuhe's casual echo.

Song Yuhe stepped forward and shook him: "Sir? Sir."

Bo Qiao raised her head and glared at him.

Song Yuhe didn't remember what he agreed to at all, and was stared inexplicably, so he pointed to the back and said, "I've finished repairing the bionic man."

Bo Qiao was taken aback for a moment, and then looked behind him slowly for a long time.

The light in the basement illuminated the dark room as warm as day, and the bionic man in a coat stood docilely under the light, his originally dim eyes were as beautiful as a river of stars.

She nodded slightly and said softly, "Welcome, Mr. Qiao."

Bo Qiao's pupils shrank suddenly.

That was the first time 19-year-old Bo Qiao saw this bionic man. She had a gentle temperament, smiled and called him according to the plot set by the crew.

"Mr. Joe."

She was wearing an ill-fitting coat, as fresh as ever.

It was no longer the bionic man lying on the ground covered in silver in Bo Qiao's nightmare.

Bo Qiao stared blankly for a long time, and suddenly felt that the psychological shadow that he had been afraid of for ten years seemed to be shone in by a ray of light.

The silvery smell that made him vomit seemed to have changed, and he felt vaguely at a loss as to what to do.

He stared blankly at the bionic man for a long time, then slowly looked at Song Yuhe.

Song Yuhe squatted under the steps and looked up at him slightly. He was very curious about the "Mr. Qiao" that the bionic man said, and he still asked seriously: "Sir, so you are Mr. Qiao?"

Bo Qiao didn't realize that this question would involve his second death, he was confused for a long time, and nodded slightly: "Yes."

Song Yuhe rolled his eyes, and was about to speak, when Bao Qiao, whose mind was muddled by alcohol, suddenly seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and suddenly raised his hand to hug Song Yuhe who was squatting in front of him.

Song Yuhe was caught off guard and staggered and fell directly into his arms.

Smelling the familiar scent of peppermint, Song Yuhe's waist, which was about to stretch himself to get up, suddenly softened, allowing Bo Qiao to hug him tightly.

Bo Qiao buried her face deeply in Song Yuhe's neck, as if she had finally fulfilled a regret she had in the past.

The silvery smell that lingered in Bo Qiao's nightmare for many years finally dissipated.

He smelled the sun.

***

Early in the morning, Song Guanxing got up early before dawn, and drove to Bo Qiao's residence.

Last night, Bao Qiao was drunk and didn't even lock the door. Song Guanxing "break into the house" without any psychological burden, walked through a rose garden, and turned on the video doorbell at the door of the living room.

After a while, Bo Qiao's confused voice came from inside.

"Who?"

Song Guanxing grinned and grinned, "Haven't you woken up so late? I knew you were unreliable, so I came here to pick Yuhe up to Fu'enli Hospital."

Bo Qiao was hungover all night, woke up by the ringing of the bell and had a splitting headache. He frowned and said, "What time is it?"

"Open the door of the living room first." Song Guanxing said, "It's already twelve o'clock."

Bo Qiao was taken aback, her heart skipping a beat.

He made an appointment with the doctor at Fu'enli Hospital to examine Song Yuhe at ten o'clock!

Bo Qiao struggled to pick up the optical computer to see why the alarm didn't go off, but after taking the optical computer to check the time carefully, he almost missed it.

Bo Qiao, who has always been personable, couldn't hold back and cursed: "Song Guanxing, you bastard! It's only 06:30!"

Song Guanxing grinned and said, "It's twelve o'clock if you round it up. Open the door quickly. It's raining outside."

Bo Qiao was so angry that his head was buzzing, he flicked the switch of the living room door angrily, and let him in.

He was about to get up to wash up when he suddenly realized that there seemed to be a living creature on his huge bed.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao was so frightened that his hair stood on end, he lifted the quilt with shaking hands, revealing a hairy head.

Song Yuhe curled up beside him, his whole body buried in the bedding, sound asleep.

Bo Qiao: "????"

Bo Qiao's bed was big and soft, and the whole body would sink into it when lying on it. The sound of the rain outside was beating on the window, and the cold air and moisture were blowing away from the outside.

It's the perfect weather for sleeping in.

Both of them forgot to close the window last night, and a gust of cool wind blew in, making Song Yuhe in his sleep tremble without a trace, staring dazedly and shrunk his body deeper into the quilt.

Bo Qiao: "..."

It's so hard to die, Song Guanxing's foolish voice came from outside.

"Mr. Bo, I'll come in. Which room do I live in?"

Bo Qiao: "..."