Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe hasn't cultivated to the point where he doesn't change his face when he tells a lie, so Bo Qiao, who has been in the shopping mall for many years, can tell at a glance that he is sincerely praising him and Song Guanxing.

——Although Bo Qiao was a little offended by the same praise as Song Guan Xingbei, his heart that had been hanging on for a day finally fell heavily, and his internal organs were slightly shaken by the blow.

With Song Yuhe's affirmation, Bo Qiao felt relieved, but rarely blushed with shame.

After all, in his opinion, the acting skills of "Heart" are indeed as the public said, horrible and a national shadow.

He couldn't take Song Yuhe's praise seriously.

"Actually, it's okay..." Bo Qiao couldn't hide the smile in his eyes. He was obviously very happy but still forced a modest demeanor. Seeing Song Guanxing's expression as if he had eaten a fly, he said lightly, "Also Just three trophies."

Song Yuhe exclaimed in amazement: "Wow——"

Song Guanxing handed him two trophies: "..."

Whoops.

He's about to vomit blood.

This boomerang was extremely heavy, it almost made his blood spatter three feet, and he died.

What made Song Guanxing even more angry was that the person surnamed Bo had a big food addiction, and Song Yuhe praised him a little, as if he really became a movie king, pretending to be bragging non-stop.

Bo Qiao said modestly to Song Yuhe: "My acting skills are really bad."

Song Yuhe's filter is eight feet thick, but he can't hear this: "It's really good!"

"It's really not good." Bo Qiao said.

"It's really good!" Song Yuhe retorted tirelessly.

As he talked, Bo Qiao even had the illusion that his acting skills might be really good.

Song Guanxing covered his little heart, swallowed a mouthful of old blood, and in the end he still couldn't understand Bo Qiao's pretense that his tail was going up to the sky, and he said angrily: "In terms of acting skills, Sheng Lin's acting skills are the best. After all, he is Where is the movie king?"

Song Yuhe didn't believe it: "Mister's is the best."

Bo Qiao's heart itched again, and he picked up the topic: "I heard that he just released a movie recently. When your feet recover, I will take you to the movie?"

Song Yuhe was overjoyed, and nodded his head: "Okay, okay, I haven't watched the movie yet, is the screen really big?"

"Correct."

Song Guanxing: "???"

Song Guanxing was bruised all over his body by the boomerang, and he wished he could find a corner to slap himself.

"Call you a bitch! Call you a bitch Ti Sheng Lin!"

Song Guanxing had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, he couldn't get up and down, he was extremely uncomfortable, his face was expressionless, seeing Song Yuhe and Bo Qiao had a good conversation, and they made an appointment to go to the movies, he thought coldly: "I will take all the movies when I go back. Released!"

The movie had just been released not long ago, and Song Guanxing had expected to make a lot of money from this movie, but now he was so excited by Bo Qiao that he didn't even want to make his favorite money.

Song Yuhe was lethargic in the cold, and slept all night after the operation. At this time, the sun outside was warm on the lawn, and a ginkgo tree outside the ward after a rain, scattered golden leaves all over the ground.

Autumn is here.

Seeing Song Yuhe staring outside, Bo Qiao said warmly, "Do you want to go out to bask in the sun?"

Song Yuhe looked at his immobilized ankle, and said in surprise, "Can you go out?"

"Of course I can."

Bo Qiao gave up being a doctor because of haemorrhage, but he still has a good understanding of some medical tools.

He shrunk the foot-fixing machine down to a thin leg that clings to Song Yuhe's slender calf: "Don't move around."

The painkillers had taken effect, Song Yuhe didn't feel any pain, and his complexion improved a lot. He nodded obediently: "I won't move around."

Seeing Bo Qiao bending over to hug Song Yuhe, Song Guanxing immediately became anxious, and hurriedly said, "I'll do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuhe skillfully raised his hands to hook Bao Qiao's neck, and instinctively pressed his body against him.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Bo Qiao picked up Song Yuhe, who was so light that he seemed weightless, and put him on the wheelchair beside him. He didn't even look at Song Guanxing, who seemed petrified, and pushed the wheelchair away.

The sun is just right, and the wind brings a bit of soil mixed with rain.

Song Yuhe was wearing a thick coat, with a small blanket on his knees, sniffing the cool air, and happily turned around and said to Bo Qiao, "It would be great if the weather was like this for Mo Fenfen, roses will definitely grow."

Bo Qiao pushed him to the foot of a ginkgo tree, picked up a golden leaf and handed it to him to play with. He stared at Song Yuhe's delicate profile, and tried to ask, "What kind of place is Mofenfen?"

Song Yuhe looked back at him and thought for a while: "A place with many rocks."

As he spoke, he took out the stone that had been ground for two or three years from his pocket, and showed it to Bo Qiao as if offering a treasure.

Bo Qiao held the jewel-like stone to look at the sun, and said lightly, "It's very beautiful, did you grind it yourself?"

"Yeah!" Song Yuhe nodded his head.

Bo Qiao smiled and said, "It's amazing."

Seeing how Bo Qiao's knuckles were pinching the rock shining in the sun, Song Yuhe froze for a while, then suddenly said, "Do you like it? I'll give it to you."

Bo Qiao raised her eyebrows: "Is it okay?"

"OK."

Bo Qiao thought it was just an ordinary stone, so he didn't think too much, and held the stone in his palm: "Thank you."

When Song Yuhe saw Bo Qiao, there must have been a smile on his face. He instinctively showed a sweet smile at Bo Qiao, but soon he seemed to remember something, lowered his head, pinched the ginkgo leaf with two fingers and turned around. After a few laps, there was a feeling of loneliness between his brows and eyes.

57 asked: "What's wrong?"

Song Yuhe said sadly: "Are we really going back to Mo Fenfen?"

57's heart skipped a beat: "You don't want to go back because of Bo Qiao, do you?"

Song Yuhe stared at the sunny golden ginkgo leaves on his fingers, and murmured: "Mofenfen has no sunshine, no roses, and no..."

He slightly raised his head to look at Bao Qiao under the sun, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

In Song Yuhe's world in the past, as long as there were 57, he would be happy even if they died together.

But now for some reason, when he thought of going back to Mo Fenfen, his heart felt a little empty, as if a piece was missing.

Bo Qiao put the stone away, and looked down at his eyes that seemed to be covered with mist: "What's wrong? It hurts?"

Song Yuhe blinked, and the fleeting strangeness in his heart disappeared in an instant. He shook his head: "No——Why do you think of asking Mo Fenfen, Mister?"

Like a wolf with a big tail, Bo Qiao said flatly, "Just ask."

Song Yuhe stretched out his hand and carefully grabbed Bao Qiao's sleeve corner, and rolled his eyes: "If you are interested, sir, you can go to Mofenfen to play with me later."

Bo Qiao had been staring at Song Yuhe's fingers pinching the corner of his sleeve, but when he heard this, he frowned: "You still want to go back to Mo Fenfen?"

57 was furious: "Go back! What's wrong with him when we go back?! If you talk nonsense, I'll kill him!"

Song Yuhe nodded: "I want to go back, that's my home."

Bo Qiao almost said, "How can such a ghostly place be your home?" Then he thought that he had collected Mo Fenfen's stones, and it was a bit too unrefined to slander him across the river and tear down the bridge, so he had to bear it forcibly, and said in a gentle voice: "Didn't you say that Mofenfen's environment is very bad? You are prone to getting sick, and there is nowhere to go to treat you if you get sick in Mofenfen."

"But..." Song Yuhe originally wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say, so he choked for a moment before saying in a muffled voice, "57 said he wants to go back."

Bo Qiao tried to reason with him as much as possible: "You can get the best care in Fuenli, and it can also make your life comfortable and beautiful."

Song Yuhe looked at him in confusion, completely unable to understand what he said.

No matter how proficient he is in bionics, the ultimate goal of working so hard for so long is simply to repair 57.

He doesn't have any goals in life, and he doesn't have any expectations for the future, and he never feels the necessity of living comfortably or beautifully.

So he didn't think there was anything good about Fur Enli, and he didn't think there was anything bad about Mo Fenfen. To him, it didn't make any sense to live where he died.

"Oh." Song Yuhe seemed to understand, "I can live wherever and however I want."

Bo Qiao frowned, feeling more and more that Song Yuhe's state of mind was indescribably strange.

Seeing Song Yuhe pinching the ginkgo leaves and turning around in boredom, Bo Qiao had exactly the same thoughts as Song Guanxing in his mind.

——I have to find a way to make Song Yuhe stop thinking about going back to Mo Fenfen.

But thinking about it carefully, the only thing that can change Song Yuhe's mind seems to be 57.

Bo Qiao thought hard, then went to discuss with Song Yan, and finally decided to insinuate to see if Song Yuhe was interested in other things, to find a breakthrough.

Since then, Bo Qiao began to go to the hospital frequently, either bringing bright roses, or bringing a holographic projector to play movies in the huge ward, with endless tricks emerging every day.

For Song Yuhe, whose spiritual life is extremely poor, the stories on the screen are very interesting and suitable for passing the time.

After watching an inspirational movie, Bo Qiao secretly wiped away the tears with red eyes, turned around and pretended to be calm and asked Song Yuhe: "How is this movie?"

This movie is a love inspirational movie, telling the story of the hero and heroine fighting all the way for their dreams, and finally they all get what they want, Happy Ending.

Song Yuhe didn't have an emotional reaction like Bo Qiao's who couldn't hold back tears, but felt that the plot's succession and transition were very fascinating: "It's very beautiful."

Bo Qiao was deeply moved after rewatching this movie several times, but Song Yuhe was obviously not an emotional person, and only focused on the plot.

Bo Qiao had no choice but to turn on the light brain again, and found a movie with a high rating according to the hashtag of #攻志#, and clicked in casually.

This movie has just been released recently, but Bo Qiao has been disconnected from the Internet for a long time and knows nothing about the plot, so he cheers up and watches it with Song Yuhe with great interest.

In fact, the plot of the movie is quite inspirational, and it is also a way of two heroes and two lines running side by side. The touching brotherhood made Bo Qiao almost cry several times.

Just as he was stealthily wiping his eyes with a piece of paper, one of the tall and handsome men actually bought a bouquet of roses, humming and walking slowly towards the other male protagonist at the end like he was walking down the catwalk on Maple Avenue .

Bo Qiao suddenly had a bad premonition, and looked down at the introduction on the optical brain carefully twice, and finally his eyes fell on the row of labels.

#Inspirational##赛赛##同性##爱情#.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao was taken aback. He didn't know why, but he always felt a little guilty. He racked his brains to think about changing the movie, but before he could figure out the words, the two male leads had already met.

As the sun sets, the light shines from the gaps in the sycamore trees.

Bright roses were handed out.

"Do you remember what the flower language of roses is?"

"A love that never dies."

The two embraced and kissed as the red maple leaves rustled.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao wanted to press the exit button with a blank face, but he shook his hand and pressed the pause button directly. The lower right corner of the video displayed an advertisement for the brand sponsoring the filming.

——Song.

It's Song Guanxing again.

Song Yuhe's eyes fell on the holographic projection of two men embracing and kissing for a pause, and asked in doubt, "Sir?"

Bo Qiao pretended to be calm, and clicked the exit button twice before turning off the movie: "It's, it's over, and there's nothing to see after that."

Song Yuhe let out an "oh", and kept staring at the tips of Bo Qiao's red ears.

Bo Qiao was inexplicably nervous when he saw it, lest he ask about things in the movie.

Same-sex movies are very common in the market, and Bo Qiao has seen quite a few, but for some reason, he has never felt as uncomfortable as he is now.

Bo Qiao couldn't hide his guilty conscience, he didn't dare to look into Song Yuhe's eyes, thinking wildly there.

"What will he think?"

"Does he think I'm implying something?"

"I also sent him roses before, and it was on Qixi Festival."

"The same goes for Song Guanxing. What a mess it was all filmed. Competitive movies should be competitive. What emotional scenes?"

A slight "ding" came from Song Yuhe's optical brain, he took a look and raised his head slightly, then continued to look at Baoqiao.

It's just that Song Yuhe seemed to have something to say, but he swallowed it back, looked at Bao Qiao eagerly, and looked a little shy, as if he was embarrassed to ask.

Bo Qiao's heart skipped a beat.

The wound on Song Yuhe's leg has healed, but because of the special nature of Liuyin, he still needs to stay in the hospital for observation for a week before he can be discharged for recuperation. He looked around, bent his knees, got up from the bed, and moved towards Bo Qiao.

A gust of disinfectant water mixed with the scent of roses rushed towards his face, making Bo Qiao couldn't help but hide back, and looked at Song Yuhe blankly.

"Sir." Song Yuhe's eyes were full of brilliance, and he looked at Bo Qiao as if he was the only one who could only see him in the world, but his cheeks were slightly red, as if he was too ashamed to express himself, so After a while, he said slowly, "I..."

On the surface, Bo Qiao was calm and calm, and made a leisurely posture of listening attentively, but in fact, he almost stopped breathing.

Just in case, he prepared a few useful answers in advance.

"I don't have that in mind."

"I don't even want to fall in love."

"Movies are just made up."

Just when Bo Qiao was so nervous that he had difficulty breathing, Song Yuhe lowered his voice and spoke in a low voice like a thief.

"The teacher told me that 57's Liuyin stabilizer has arrived, can you sneak me back to school?"

Bo Qiao: "..."