Blame him for being too pretty

Pushed forward by him, Song Yuhe leaned his head slightly on the back of the chair and looked towards the sky. He could see that there seemed to be a transparent net above his head, and countless snowflakes fell on it, turning into warm rain in an instant. Beads dripping.

Song Guanxing held a transparent umbrella to block the rain above his head, a little absent-minded.

It wasn't until the slightly cold hand hanging by the side was grabbed and shaken that Song Guanxing came back to his senses, realizing that Song Yuhe seemed to have called him several times, and hurriedly said, "What?"

"What's the matter with you?" Song Yuhe grabbed his hand and asked suspiciously, "It seems strange since just now, what did the master tell you? Or did you have a fever?"

Indeed, the closer Song Guanxing got to the rose garden where Xiang Jiu was, the more nervous he became. He was so nervous that even Song Yuhe, a careless person like Song Yuhe, could see that something was wrong.

After thinking about it, Song Guanxing still decided to remind Song Yuhe.

He handed him the umbrella, squatted down next to the wheelchair, raised his hand to wipe off a drop of water on the Song Yu River, and said softly: "Mom's situation is up and down, I can't guarantee whether she will be like today. This time..."

Song Yuhe was very obedient, nodded: "It's okay."

It was right for his mother to scold him angrily after he had been away from home for so long.

After Song Guanxing finished his instructions, he was still frowning and walked forward slowly.

The Song family's manor was very large, and the three of them walked for 10 minutes before they finally arrived at the entrance of a separate small villa. The temperature inside was even warmer, and there were even valuable top-quality roses planted by the door.

When Song Yan got the news, he was sitting on a chair at the door. When he saw the two people coming, he closed the book on the optical brain, took off his glasses, and looked over with a smile.

He seems to be rational at all times, and Song Guanxing has not inherited this from him at all.

"I'm back." Song Yan said to Song Yuhe with a smile.

Song Yuhe didn't know if he was really heartless or inherited Song Yan's absolute rationality. He didn't get too excited when he saw his father whom he hadn't seen for ten years, and called him obediently: "Dad."

Song Yan looked at Song Guanxing with a half-smile, with eyes full of words "Look at your brother and then at you".

At that time, after Song Yuhe recovered his memory, Song Guanxing called Song Yan as soon as possible, and was so ecstatic that he cried like a maniac, and Song Yan's emotional excitement was ruined by Song Guanxing's embarrassing reaction.

Song Guanxing didn't feel ashamed to be rude in front of his father, so he grinned.

Song Yan walked up to Song Yuhe and opened his hands towards him.

Song Yuhe watched in confusion, and it took him a while to react, he stood up and threw himself into Song Yan's arms.

Song Yan sat in the rain for a long time, his body was covered with the coolness of snow water and the light fragrance of roses, Song Yuhe leaned in his arms, vaguely recalling fragments of childhood memories.

Song Yan liked Xiaotuanzi very much, but Song Guanxing was born rebellious since he was a child, and he deserved to be beaten up so much that even Song Yan, who is so refined to the core, wanted to chase him and beat him every day, and he couldn't feel the joy of making dumplings at all.

It wasn't until Song Liuzhi was born that Song Yan suddenly realized that not all human cubs were as angry as Song Guanxing.

Song Yuhe vaguely remembered that Song Yan was always very busy when he was a child, and he didn't go home until ten days and a half months, but every time he hugged him patiently and taught him to identify every rose in the rose garden. Variety of flowers.

Such a young child is very smart, Song Yan only needs to say it once, he can remember it clearly, but he is too greedy for this warm embrace, every time Song Yan comes back, he will pretend not to remember clearly, and hold his father's hand They clamored to see the roses.

Song Yan gently stroked Song Yuhe's head, finally there was a crack in the indifference that showed no emotion, he closed his eyes, and murmured: "It's good to come back."

Just go home.

Song Yuhe said seriously: "Yes."

Song Yan pushed him away, seeing his serious face, he couldn't laugh or cry immediately: "Are you so calm?"

Song Yuhe didn't understand what it was that he was not calm: "Ah? I'm very happy."

Song Yan said helplessly: "Look at your brother, this is happiness."

Song Yuhe looked back, Song Guanxing's eye circles were red again, and he tried hard to hold back the tears.

Song Yuhe: "..."

He never knew that Song Guanxing was such an emotional person.

Song Yuhe wore thick clothes, took off his down jacket, and did not sit in a wheelchair anymore, standing in front of the rose-patterned door, hesitated before gently pushing the door open.

The patter of rain fell on the petals, making a slight sound.

There were still roses everywhere, Song Yuhe walked up the narrow path holding an umbrella, the sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella was like urging drumbeats, obviously Song Yuhe was not nervous, hearing the sound of rain The heartbeat gradually became faster.

Song Guanxing originally wanted to follow, but Song Yan held him back.

Song Guanxing said anxiously: "If..."

"What can you do when you go?" Song Yan said flatly, "Can you solve the problem?"

Song Guanxing was slightly startled.

In such a dazed effort, Song Yuhe had already walked through most of the garden.

The sound of the rain became weaker and weaker, and there was a faint singing voice, cheerful and joyful.

Song Yuhe's footsteps paused. He thought he could go forward bravely, but when he heard that strange yet familiar voice, he had an inexplicable urge to escape.

"57." Song Yuhe stopped in place, put down his umbrella, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid."

57 said softly: "What are you afraid of? Don't you really want to see her?"

Song Yuhe said: "Yes, I want to see her."

Always wanted to see her.

But it was him who was missing, and now it was him who was so frightened that he wanted to run away.

Song Yuhe said blankly: "I'm really..."

He is not a bionic person, he is a living Song Liuzhi.

At this moment, Song Yuhe realized that the fear deep in his heart was not because of the long time interval, but because he was afraid that Xiang Jiu would treat him as a substitute again, and screamed for him to go away.

He didn't dare to go any further.

After the soft female voice hummed a lullaby, the heels of her shoes bumped lightly on the stone path, and the sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, as if they were coming here.

Song Yuhe's heartbeat gradually accelerated with the sound of footsteps, almost jumping out of his throat.

His first reaction was to run away.

Escape as far as possible, to the horizon, so that you don't have to face the terrible things that are coming.

57 suddenly said: "Song Liuzhi!"

Song Yuhe suddenly stopped his movement of running back, and froze in place.

Having lost the best chance to escape, the footsteps finally stopped not far away.

Song Yuhe looked up stiffly.

A woman in a long white dress carried a small basket on her forearm, all of which were edible rose petals she had picked, but she was even more beautiful than roses without makeup, the corners of her lips were slightly curled up, and she smiled like Song Yuhe. picture.

Xiang Jiu looked at Song Yuhe suspiciously, as if sizing him up.

Song Yuhe's whole body froze, his heart constricted into a ball, the pain caused him to tremble even while breathing.

He was afraid that Xiang Jiu would be like last time...

But to everyone's surprise, Xiang Jiu quickly recognized Song Yuhe, and said in surprise, "Xiaozhi?"

Song Yuhe looked at her blankly.

"Why are you back?" A brighter smile appeared on Xiang Jiu's face. She didn't even want the basket, and she still ran over like a girl, as if the years had left no trace on her, and her beautiful eyes were full of joy. , "Why didn't Guan Xing tell me?"

Song Yuhe didn't know how to answer for a moment, and after a while he murmured softly, "I want to surprise my mother."

Xiang Jiu really laughed in surprise, she stretched out her slender and white fingers to gently stroke Song Yuhe's head, and said softly, "I'm so surprised, Xiao Zhi hasn't been back for two months."

After she finished speaking, her expression was startled, as if she had sensed something wrong, she frowned and muttered thoughtfully: "Two months? Or three months?"

Nothing seems right.

Nothing is right.

But the joy of seeing Song Liuzhi made her not care about it for a while. She took Song Yuhe's hand and said with a smile: "I'm still picking rose petals, and it just so happens that Xiaozhi is back. Let's make rose cakes tonight." good?"

Song Yuhe was dragged forward by her in a daze, and nodded hesitantly: "Yes, good."

Xiang Jiu was in a good state today, and she couldn't see the hysteria in the last communication at all. She picked up the basket and squatted down to pick up the rose petals scattered on the ground.

Song Yuhe also quickly knelt down to help her pick it up.

Xiang Jiu's subconscious really thought that Song Liuzhi had gone to Furnli to go to college, and now he was returning home on vacation, asking him about the college in a gentle voice.

"Have you made any new friends?"

Song Yuhe nodded: "Yes, it's called Lu Jing."

Xiang Jiu couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing with a "puchi": "You and Xiaojing are cousins, what kind of friends are you?"

Song Yuhe thought about it again, and his tone softened: "Yes, it's called Bo Qiao."

Bo Qiao was well-known in the entire Nanhuai star elite circle, but Xiang Jiu hadn't left the Song family's manor for too many years, so he didn't know anything about it, and thought he was Song Yuhe's classmate, so he didn't ask much.

After picking up the roses, Xiang Jiu thought about it and hurriedly said, "Oh, by the way, I haven't dried the quilt in your room yet."

Song Yuhe was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect that ten years later, his room was still kept.

It's just that when he left back then, the room he lived in was still a colorful children's room, and even if he dried the quilt, he couldn't live in it.

Song Yuhe thought about it until Xiang Jiu joyfully pulled him to a familiar location in the room.

After opening the door, Song Yuhe was slightly taken aback by the scene in the room.

This house has long lost the immatureness of a children's room, but it can still vaguely see the rudimentary form of the house's furnishings at that time - it's like... He has been living here all the time, replacing the decorations inside little by little with the changes of time. of.

The children's bed was replaced with an ordinary bed, and the blue and pink decorative wall was also painted in milky white. On it were the games that people of the same age love to play, and there were all kinds of villains around it.

The bed sheets are changed every day, as if the owner never left.

Seeing this room, Song Yuhe finally couldn't bear the huge and majestic mood swings, as if countless monsters bumped into his chest, knocking him dizzy.

Xiang Jiu walked in skillfully and turned on the daylighting device in the room. The sunlight spread throughout the room and also fell on her delicate side face.

"Little stop."

Xiang Jiu tilted her head slightly, her long hair fell on her shoulders, and the light gave off an amber light.

She bent her eyes and said softly, "Welcome home."