Blame him for being too pretty

Song Guanxing was very fast. He finished a month's work perfectly in a day and a half, booked the airship energetically, took him from the research institute with him, and ran to the hospital to pick him up.

Song Yuhe's feet were just right, and he couldn't catch cold in the first place, but this time he fell into the cold water again. Song Guanxing didn't want him to leave the root of the disease, so he pushed out the wheelchair from last time, and hugged the sick Song Yuhe into it.

Lu Jing ran behind with tears in his eyes: "Brother, brother, I also want to go back to Nanhuai, you can ask the teacher to ask me for a leave."

Song Guanxing put his coat on Song Yuhe's body and said without looking back, "Get out, go to class."

Lu Jing could only look at Song Yuhe: "Xiao Zhi!"

Song Yuhe turned his head and said to him obediently: "You have to study hard."

Lu Jing: "..."

Song Guanxing smiled triumphantly at Lu Jing, as if getting Song Yuhe's support was a great thing.

Lu Jing froze, watching the two of them getting into the car.

When Song Guanxing was about to close the car door, Lu Jing suddenly had a flash of inspiration, pulled the door tightly, and said excitedly, "Is Xiaozhi's birthday next month? I must go back for the coming-of-age ceremony, right?"

Song Guanxing scolded with a smile: "Little brat, why don't you want to go to class so much?"

Lu Jing played pitifully: "I just want to play with Xiao Zhi."

Song Guanxing laughed loudly and closed the car door.

Lu Jing's heart was broken immediately, but in the next second Song Guanxing rolled down the window and smiled at him: "I'll help you ask for leave next month."

Lu Jing was taken aback for a moment, and was immediately overjoyed: "Okay, thank you brother!"

Only then did Song Guanxing walk away.

After the car left the hospital, the drowsy Song Yuhe came to his senses and asked doubtfully, "My birthday?"

Song Guanxing raised his eyebrows: "Don't you remember?"

Song Yuhe shook his head: "I can't remember some things."

This kind of detail should have been forgotten by him for too long, but he didn't have the slightest impression of what happened on the flying boat back then. It seemed that he was overstressed and had self-protection. That painful memory was buried deep in his memory. Why? None of them can be seen.

"It's okay." Song Guanxing said with a smile, "You can ask me if you can't remember anything, I remember everything."

He said these words happily, but Song Yuhe could hear Song Guanxing's heartache and pain in these years from just a few words.

Song Yuhe didn't know how to comfort people, so after thinking for a long time, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Song Guanxing's hand, spread his five fingers and stroked it with his fingertips for a long time before looking at him with bright eyes.

Song Guanxing let him draw, and seeing his begging look on his face, he laughed and asked, "What is Xiaozhi drawing?"

Seeing that he didn't feel it, Song Yuhe had no choice but to stroke the palm twice more.

Only then did Song Guanxing realize that Song Yuhe was drawing simple roses clumsily.

Song Guanxing deliberately pretended not to understand, and said with a smile, "I can't feel it."

Song Yuhe frowned, as if he couldn't understand why Song Guan didn't feel it, so he had to say it directly.

"It's a rose."

Song Guanxing forcibly suppressed a smile: "So it's a rose, so what are you doing drawing a rose on my palm?"

Song Yuhe clasped Song Guanxing's five fingers together one by one, asked him to hold the "rose" tightly, and asked him with bent eyes, "I'll give you a rose."

Song Guanxing finally couldn't hold back and laughed.

He held his five fingers tightly and said, "Then I will accept it."

With such a kung fu, the car was parked at a private parking lot not far from Furnley University.

Song Guanxing put on a mask for Song Yuhe, and pushed the wheelchair onto the flying boat from a special passage.

The memory of riding a flying boat when I was a child was too vague. Song Yuhe was curious about everything, and he was no longer sleepy in a wheelchair. He looked around, encountered some strange things, and had an occupational disease attack. He raised his head and asked Song Guanxing: " Brother, can this be disassembled?"

Every time Song Yuhe called Song Guanxing "Brother", he would be so happy that he would piss off. He said happily: "It can be dismantled, you can dismantle the flying boat if you want!"

Song Yuhe pointed to a machine that automatically prints photos and said, "I want to dismantle this."

Song Guanxing directly had someone transport one to a private airship. Anyway, it would take two or three days to get from Fuenli to Nanhuai Star, and it would pass the time on the way to dismantle this thing.

Half an hour later, the airship flew into the sky, and the planet Fuenli under its feet became farther and farther away and smaller. An hour later, it finally broke away from the planet's gravity and slowly sailed into space.

During the period when the airship was being dragged down by gravity, Song Yuhe's face turned pale with pain, and he almost vomited it out, and finally felt better in space.

Song Guanxing was so anxious that he was relieved when he slowed down. He patted him on the back and said, "We won't take the flying boat anymore."

Song Yuhe nodded lazily.

57 was a little displeased. This should be the first time he was dissatisfied with Song Guanxing: "Does he mean that after returning to Nanhuai Star, he asked you to stay at home without going anywhere?"

Song Yuhe felt that 57 seemed to have gradually developed a grudge against Song Guanxing because of Xiang Jiu's communication last time, and he said softly: "He didn't mean that, if you follow your logic, do you still want me to go back to Mofen?" Fern's plan?"

57 choked, and said in disbelief: "Oh my god, you actually speculate on others in reverse?!"

Song Yuhe couldn't laugh or cry when he complained to the villain of 57 first.

When Song Yuhe recovered completely, he began to toss about the machine that automatically prints photos.

That kind of machine is much simpler than the bionic man, and Song Yuhe figured out the principle and procedure in only half an hour.

He pulled Song Guanxing over, stood next to each other and said "yeah" to the camera, and after a while, a bunch of photos were printed out.

Song Yuhe had a great time playing, so he called him over with great interest, and took pictures in various poses.

Song Guanxing sat on the sidelines and watched Song Yuhe play, as if he could see the end of the world.

After taking pictures for a while, Song Yuhe picked up the optical brain as if he remembered something, took pictures of himself all over the place, and sent them to Bao Qiao for viewing.

[If you do this again, I will call the police: Look quickly, sir, there are a lot of photos. 】

Bo Qiao was probably still busy, so it took a long time to get back to him.

【Mint: Yes】

Song Guanxing approached quietly, saw Bao Qiao's cold response, snorted, and said, "Why is he so cold..."

Before finishing the word "cold", Song Yuhe said, "Wow, why is he so cool?"

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Yuhe had just learned the word "cool", and he didn't understand its meaning at first, until he saw Bao Qiao's response because he was busy and didn't have time to chat, he suddenly understood it.

He turned off the optical brain and continued to take pictures with him.

Song Guanxing always felt that Song Yuhe's attitude towards Bo Qiao seemed a bit strange, he hesitated again and again, and felt that his brother's status could not be shaken, so it shouldn't be presumptuous to ask his brother about his relationship.

He coughed dryly, sat cross-legged beside Song Yuhe, and asked tentatively, "Xiao Zhi, what do you think of Bo Qiao?"

Song Yuhe said without thinking: "Cool!"

The corners of Song Guanxing's lips twitched: "Don't just learn new words and use them indiscriminately, he's not cool at all, but he can pretend."

Song Yuhe said suspiciously: "Pretend..."

Song Guanxing was so frightened that he hurriedly covered his mouth: "It's all right, it's a bad word, don't learn it."

Song Yuhe had no choice but to nod, and after Song Guanxing let go of his hand, he said, "Mr. is very personable and knowledgeable. He keeps his books at home all day long. He is very charming."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing, an "ordinary person" who likes to play optical brain or games whenever he has free time, can't believe that there are really criminals who can't leave the book in this world. He snorted and began to suspect that Bo Qiao was just trying to In front of the good boy, make a character of a refined scholar.

"Other than that?" Song Guanxing continued to probe, "What else do you feel?"

Song Yuhe counted the labels attached to Bo Qiao one by one, such as "God of Cooking", "Good Man Card*N", "Scholar" and so on, making Song Guanxing dizzy.

But he also finally knew that Song Yuhe didn't understand what "like" was at all, even if Bao Qiao tried his best, he wouldn't be able to enlighten him.

Only then did Song Guanxing feel relieved, and decided not to disturb the two of them in the future.

The flying boat traveled in space for two and a half days, and finally arrived at Nanhuai Star in the early morning.

It was early winter in Nanhuai Star, and the air was cold. Song Yuhe got off the flying boat, and the first snow of winter just fell.

This is the first time Song Yuhe has seen snow in ten years. Sitting in a wheelchair, he stretched out his hand in amazement, and caught a snowflake. However, the temperature in his palm was too hot, and the snowflake melted quickly as soon as it fell, turning into a drop of water on the snowflake. fingertip.

He was wearing a snow-white down jacket with an orange turtleneck cashmere sweater inside and fluffy earmuffs on his ears, making him look even more cute and well-behaved.

He was not afraid of the cold, still wearing the black shirt and trousers, pushing the wheelchair and leaving through the special passage.

It was a little early, and Song Guanxing was keen to take care of his younger brother, so he didn't ask his assistant to pick them up. He went to the parking lot to find the assistant's car that was parked yesterday.

Seeing that Song Yuhe was always wanting to catch snowflakes to watch, he reluctantly took off his gloves, and used his cold mechanical hand to catch a snowflake for him to see.

Song Yuhe leaned over to look curiously, but the snowflakes melted quickly as soon as he breathed heat.

He smiled and said, "Did you see that?"

"I see." Song Yuhe nodded, "I was watching a movie before, and that person froze a snowflake from the first snow and gave it to others to propose."

Him: "Huh? What does this mean?"

Song Yuhe said: "It stands for 'I love you'."

He couldn't understand human romance, so he just smiled and said nothing.

Song Yuhe didn't understand the value of a snowflake that can be seen everywhere. Snowflakes are neither stunningly beautiful, but also easy to melt, which means that "true love is easy to disappear".

Song Yuhe, who has no romantic cells, lost his mind to continue to catch snowflakes.

Song Guanxing, who was in front of him, clicked on the map on the optical brain, his face was full of confusion, and he couldn't tell where the assistant had parked the car.

He is a bit of a road idiot. He usually has a car to pick him up and drop him off when he travels. This is the first time he is looking for a car in a huge open-air parking lot at an airport.

Seeing Song Guanxing circling around in place with the optical brain map, he said caringly, "Mr. Song, do you need me to serve you?"

Song Guanxing didn't want to lose face in front of Song Yuhe, so he said seriously, "I'll find it right away."

After speaking, choose a direction at random and move forward.

This road was obviously wrong, and Song Guanxing didn't want to change the road again. At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

Song Guanxing's heart skipped a beat, and he took a closer look.

It really was Bo Qiao.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Today, Song Guanxing wished he could just turn around and leave, and he finally knew why Bo Qiao asked him when he would arrive.

But before Song Guanxing took any action, Song Yuhe had already seen Bo Qiao sharply, and said happily, "It's sir!"

He hurriedly pushed the wheelchair forward.

Bo Qiao was wearing a long black coat and a camel scarf around his neck. He was leaning on the luxury car in a daze, with a cigarette burning in his hand, and his eyes were full of sorrow.

——Those who didn’t know thought it was a star making a poster.

There was a problem with Pu Cun's research, and Bo Qiao had been spinning for several days before barely getting the research back on track. He wanted to go home and rest, but he asked Song Guanxing for a landing time and arrived at the airport three hours earlier .

He didn't know why he came so early, but he couldn't help wanting to see Song Yuhe when he was exhausted.

Even if he knew he was going to stop at the airport, there was a high probability that he would not see anyone. At the same time, he knew that that bastard Song Guanxing might give him the wrong time by playing tricks, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still came here in a daze.

Estimated that the flying boat would land in an hour, Bo Qiao took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, and was about to throw it into the trash can when a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

"gentlemen!"

Bo Qiao shuddered and looked back in astonishment.

There was still half a cigarette in his hand that hadn't burned out.