Blame him for being too pretty

Everything is going smooth.

It went so smoothly that even Song Yuhe started to panic.

He sat by the bar in the kitchen, watching Xiang Jiu busy in it.

Song Yuhe stared blankly, and suddenly asked 57: "Will she get better?"

57 Tell the truth: "It's hard."

Song Yuhe looked down at his hands on the table, wondering what he was thinking.

When Xiang Jiu was making rose cakes, she would always look back at him from time to time, as if she was afraid that he would disappear suddenly, and sometimes she would meet Song Yuhe's eyes, smile cautiously, and then continue humming a lullaby to happily work.

Song Yan was helping Xiang Jiu, watching quietly from the side without saying a word.

Song Yuhe was inexplicably at a loss, so he had to lower his head to look at Guangnao.

After the separation, Bo Qiao finally began to reply to Song Yuhe's messages. He took out all the messages that he hadn't answered carefully a few days ago and replied one by one. The number of kung fu messages in a short time has exceeded fifty.

Song Yuhe clicked in and looked at them one by one, the corners of his lips pursed unconsciously.

After a while, Bo Qiao finally finished replying to the message, and sent a separate exquisite photo of snowflakes magnified countless times.

Song Yuhe looked at the crystal clear snow petals, before he had time to think about what this meant, he saw another message from Bo Qiao.

[Mint: For you. 】

A warm current surged in Song Yuhe's heart suddenly.

He instantly understood the romance of the protagonist in the movie proposing with a frozen snowflake, and even thought that he would accept the proposal only after receiving this picture.

Song Yuhe typed loudly.

[If you do this again, I will call the police: Mr. is so romantic, I am willing! 】

Bo Qiao: "???"

What would you like? ?

Bo Qiao didn't understand what nonsense he was talking about, so he didn't think much about it.

[Mint: Is it fun to go home? 】

Song Yuhe was taken aback, he should have been happy, but he was greeted so warmly and gently when he was clearly prepared for being beaten and scolded, which made him feel inexplicably terrified.

He wasn't the type to tell others about his negative emotions, but when he saw what Bao Qiao said, he hesitated for a long time, but he still told the truth.

[If you do this again, I will call the police: It’s fun, but I’m so scared. 】

[Mint: What are you afraid of? 】

【I'll call the police if you do this again: I don't know, it's that kind...】

He didn't know how to describe the mood of being cautious about gains and losses, he frowned and thought for a long time, and suddenly sent the beautiful snowflake that Bao Qiao sent him.

[If you do this again, I will call the police: it’s like fearing that a beautiful snowflake will melt. 】

Fearing that the beauty now is just a ridiculous dream, sooner or later, he will be severely awakened by reality.

Bo Qiao didn't reply to him for a long time, Song Yuhe became even more anxious.

At this moment, Bo Qiao finally sent a message.

[Mint: No matter how beautiful the snowflakes are, they will always disappear. 】

Before Song Yuhe had time to fall into the swamp that was even more frightening, Bo Qiao sent a long string of words immediately after.

[Mint: The snowflakes melt and melt into the soil, and then evaporate into water vapor by the sun, and fall into the clouds in the sky with the wind, and then fall into beautiful snow. 】

[Mint: So don't be afraid, no matter how beautiful things become, they will still be beautiful. 】

Song Yuhe was stunned.

He didn't understand what this sentence meant, but he was comforted without delay, and felt that Bao Qiao was very powerful and knowledgeable.

[If you do this again, I will call the police: I know!Thank you, sir! 】

Bo Qiao, who was already shivering from the snow outside the manor, breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he didn't know how to comfort Song Yuhe at all, he just sent the kind of seemingly philosophical but full of nonsense - he himself didn't know what the connotation was.

Fortunately, Song Yuhe "got it".

——Bo Qiao didn't even know what he knew.

But it works.

Seeing that Song Yuhe was still alive and kicking, Bo Qiao knew that there would be no problems today, but that bastard Song Guanxing probably forgot that he was still outside, so he didn't even send half a period.

Bo Qiao didn't have the energy to get angry anymore. He returned to the car to warm up his body. He wanted to drive away, but after hesitating for a while, he decided to stay a little longer.

Bo Qiao's "for a while" lasted until night fell.

After Song Yuhe finished eating the rose cake, he played with Xiang Jiu in the rose garden for a long time, and his heart that had been tense all the time relaxed a little bit.

Outside, the snow-covered black night slowly descended.

Xiang Jiu washes dishes in the kitchen. She always finds various things for herself to do on weekdays. Most of the time, she stays in the kitchen and makes various desserts. Even the home robots are not allowed in.

Song Yuhe stood aside, clumsily helping her rinse the dishes with clean water.

The clear water passed across the porcelain plates like waves, and the sound of gurgling water resounded throughout the spacious kitchen.

Xiang Jiu was still chatting with him: "How many days are you on vacation this time? When do you go to school?"

Song Yuhe said obediently, "I'll go back to school next month."

Xiang Jiu turned her head and bent her eyes at him: "Are you doing well at school?"

Song Yuhe lowered his head guiltily.

After he arrived at Furnley University, in the early stage, he naturally skipped classes because he couldn't read well and couldn't understand what the teacher was talking about. Later, because he no longer needed to go to class after entering the graduate school, he went to class a handful of times. countable.

Song Yuhe didn't want to lie, so he could only say in a low voice: "I... I don't understand, so I didn't go to class."

Xiang Jiu was taken aback for a moment, the smile that had been on his face all day froze a little bit.

She looked at Song Yuhe with an unbelievable look, seeing Song Yuhe, who had already relaxed, unconsciously tense up, and her heart began to curl up into a ball.

The sound of the second hand slowly came from the clock on the side, one after another, like a heavy bell hitting the heart.

At this moment, Song Guanxing poked his head into the kitchen and said with a smile, "Why are the dishes so slow to wash? Do you want me to help?"

Song Yuhe was so frightened that he shook his body, loosened his grip on the plate, and the porcelain bowl dropped to the ground.

There was a piercing cracking sound.

This sound seemed to be a signal to break the harmony and warmth during the day, and Xiang Jiu's face, which had always been gentle and gentle, suddenly changed.

She staggered back, leaning her slender waist against the table, looking at Song Yuhe almost in horror.

Like looking at a... monster.

Seeing her familiar expression, Song Guanxing immediately screamed inwardly.

He didn't dare to provoke Xiang Jiu at this time, so he could only step forward cautiously, and said dryly, "It's all right, Sui Sui is safe, Sui Sui is safe, why don't you go out to eat some fruit, I'll clean it up."

Xiang Jiu ignored Song Guanxing's gag, pointed at Song Yuhe with trembling fingers, and said in a trembling voice, "He... what is he?"

Song Guanxing was taken aback, and quickly said: "He is Xiaozhi, you were still making rose cake for him just now."

"He's not Xiao Zhi!" Xiang Jiu hissed suddenly, her face was full of tears, and she choked up, "Xiao Zhi... Xiao Zhi is very smart, he never skips class, how could he... he is not Xiao Zhi, he is a fake!"

Song Guanxing was stunned, he didn't expect that it was such a small detail that no one paid attention to that could make Xiang Jiu explode.

It is impossible to fall from space to a deserted planet unscathed.

Song Yuhe's ankle was splashed with flowing silver particles, which tortured him for ten years; his brain was also severely injured, he had no memory at all before, and some reactions would become a little slow.

Song Guanxing checked Song Yuhe's courses at Fu'enli University, and found that the courses Qin Xian enrolled him in were relatively simple, and there would be no problem of incomprehension.

But Song Yuhe, who just came out of Mofenfen, seemed to be listening to a bible, even if he attended two classes, he was graded C- by the teacher.

Song Guanxing wants to say that Xiao Zhi is not smart, he is just sick.

He has suffered a lot, he is not the carefree young master before.

Song Yuhe stood by the sink, he didn't look at Xiang Jiu from the beginning to the end, he lowered his head to look at the broken plate.

Just now he was using this plate to eat, and the fork kept turning around on a rose pattern on the edge of the plate, and he seemed to like it very much.

But now, that beautiful rose pattern was smashed to pieces, and it couldn't fit together anyway.

Xiang Jiu's appearance of repelling him hysterically didn't make Song Yuhe feel too much. He even had a feeling of relief, thinking "ah, it's finally here".

During the whole day with Xiang Jiu, Song Yuhe always felt a knife hanging from his neck and falling down a little bit.

He could feel the panic of "not long to live", and sometimes when he saw Xiang Jiu smiling at him gently, goose bumps would even form on his neck.

It seemed that the softer Xiang Jiu smiled at him, the more he would die in the end.

Now, that knife has finally come down.

He actually felt an inexplicable joy and relaxation.

Xiang Jiu seemed to be talking about something, but Song Yuhe seemed numb, staring blankly at that beautiful face full of resentment towards him.

Song Yan came late and was about to stop Xiang Jiu, but before she had time, she slapped Song Yuhe's face directly.

A faint pain spread through his mind.

Song Yuhe thought in a daze, as if he hadn't felt pain for many years.

He was in a daze, feeling like he was walking out like a marionette.

57 seemed to be chattering in his ear, as if from another world.

"Let's go back to Mofenfen..."

"Yuhe, shall we go back to Mofenfen?"

"I will protect you and prevent you from being beaten again."

"I can……"

protect you.

The one who stayed by his side to protect him from beginning to end turned out to be a bionic person.

Song Yuhe's mind went blank, he vaguely heard this sentence, and murmured, "I won't go back."

57 snapped: "Go back!"

Song Yuhe said, "I won't go back."

57 scolded him bitterly: "If you don't go back, what are you doing here? Don't you feel hurt?"

Song Yuhe was even more confused by these words.

Does it hurt?

My face hurts, but I can't go back... right?

Mom is just sick, after that...should get better.

Seeing that he seemed a little hesitant, 57 added fire: "Go back, go back to Mofenfen, no one will hurt you anymore, it's safe there, right?"

Song Yuhe said dully: "Yes, there...is very safe."

He wants to go back to a place of safety.

Song Guanxing saw that Song Yuhe seemed to be stupefied, and tears almost flowed out. Seeing him walking out in a daze, he looked back at Xiang Jiu in hysteria, gritted his teeth slightly, and had no choice but to send a message to Bao Qiao cruelly.

【Song Guanxing: Are you leaving? 】

He didn't have much hope at first, after all, it's already [-] o'clock in the evening, no matter how leisurely Bo Qiao is, it's impossible for Bo Qiao to wait so long alone in the heavy snow.

But soon, a message from Bo Qiao came: [No, something happened? 】

When Song Guanxing saw that "no", for some reason, his eyes became hot, and he felt a sense of guilt that he hadn't seen for a long time.

[Song Guanxing: Well, I'll send Xiaozhi over, and you let him stay at your place for one night. 】

[Mint: Good. 】

Song Yuhe ignored Song Guanxing who had been following him all the time, and walked slowly towards the gate following his memory.

Just walking, a smear of bright red suddenly appeared in the corner of the eye that was originally full of white mist.

Song Yuhe stayed where he was, and looked around in a daze, only to realize that he had already reached the rose garden at the gate.

Large tracts of gorgeous roses bloom even at night.

Song Yuhe's eyes fell on a rose at his feet, his pupils shrank slightly, and a fragment of memory suddenly flashed in his mind.

On the flying boat, the flight attendant passed by with a tea trolley and gently handed him a cup of warm milk.

The little child took it obediently, took a sip, and looked at the vase on the tea cart.

There was a bright red rose in the vase.

——It's Xiang Jiu's favorite variety.

Song Liuzhi tilted his head, and looked at Xiang Jiu who was smiling and talking with Song Guanxing.

Then jumped off the seat.

With the crisp sound of heels hitting the ground, those memories seemed to slow down countless times.

Roses, bionics, a man trembling all over...

In the end there was a loud shattering sound, and he was embraced by countless pairs of cold hands.

His body felt weightless for a while, but he only felt a sense of security in that cold embrace. There was a temporary rescue capsule program in the body of a bionic person, but it required a lot of silver to activate it.

"The protection program is activated..."

The countless bionics who fell in space forcibly destroyed their own flow silver stabilizers, and pulled the flow silver covered on the cold parts to the temporary rescue capsule.

"Protection cabin parts are missing..."

"The flow of silver is missing..."

"The Liuyin stabilizer is automatically damaged, and the Liuyin is replenished..."

"Temporary rescue capsule, complete."

"The destination is uncertain, and it lands randomly."

Song Yuhe woke up like a dream, and his vision that had been out of focus finally gradually became clear.

"I won't go back to Mo Fenfen." He said suddenly.

57 was stunned: "What?"

"I won't go back." Song Yuhe said, "I don't want to go back."

He looked around at the roses, stepped forward in a mysterious way, and picked off a rose with crystal water drops.

At this moment, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of the figure beside the open door.

Bo Qiao was still in the same black coat, standing tall and tall under the street lamp, looking at him with gentle eyes.

Even though Song Yuhe was slapped by Xiang Jiu in the chaos, he didn't feel aggrieved, but seeing Bo Qiao still standing there like before he left in the morning, it felt like his frozen heart had suddenly thawed out, a belated grievance With tears welling up directly.

He staggered and ran over, bumped into Bo Qiao's arms, grabbed his clothes that smelled of ice and snow, endured and endured but couldn't hold back, choked up and cried.

Bo Qiao hugged him lightly, stroked the hair on the back of his head with his fingers, patted his back like coaxing a child, and said softly, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Song Yuhe sobbed and said, "I'm in so much pain..."

Normally in Mofenfen, he could only go to 57 and cry for these words, but 57 couldn't give him a hug.

Bo Qiao sighed silently, pushed him away, raised her hand to gently caress half of his reddened face, and wiped away his tears.

It's just that the gentler he is, the more aggrieved Song Yuhe feels, tears can't stop falling down.

Song Guanxing stood not far away, and his face was extremely ugly. When he saw Bao Qiao looking over, he showed an ugly smile.

Seeing his reaction, Bo Qiao knew that things were not going well, even so bad that Song Yuhe was beaten.

It seems that Song Yuhe won't be able to go back to Song's house for a while.

Bo Qiao helplessly supported Song Yuhe's face, and said softly, "Shall I take you away?"

Song Yuhe was terrified of being beaten, and instinctively wanted to escape from this terrifying Rose Manor, and immediately nodded when he heard this sentence, but for some reason, he hesitated, and slowly looked back.

The huge Rose Manor is like a castle where a princess is imprisoned, hideous and cold.

Xiang Jiu's skin was trapped in this cage for ten years without taking a step out, and his soul kept spinning in the long river of time.

She went around, desperately trying to find a way out, but she couldn't get out no matter what.

She was driving herself crazy.

Song Yuhe's rationality told him to escape from this terrible and painful place, but his instinct did not want to leave.

Every day in Mofenfen, he fantasizes about what the outside world is like, as if he subconsciously feels that someone is waiting for him.

So he studied the pile of broken bionics day after day, and finally made a signal transmitter after ten years to escape Mofenfen.

He finally returned home, is he going to leave like this again?

Just as Song Yuhe was wandering in confusion and determination, a figure suddenly appeared in the empty rose garden.

Xiang Jiu stumbled and ran over, with wet tears all over his face.

Song Yuhe's eyes widened slowly, and even Song Guanxing's face was full of astonishment.

Since the accident ten years ago, Xiang Jiu seems to be very afraid of leaving the manor, as if there are countless giant beasts lurking outside, and as long as she leaves, she will be deprived of the most important thing.

This was the first time in ten years that she left the safe villa area and came to the rose garden outside the gate.

Song Yuhe instinctively ran towards her, but he didn't move yet. The residual pain on his face and the pain all over his body made him freeze in place, and he even took half a step back.

He... was still scared.

Xiang Jiu's face was full of tears, he lost one of his slippers, and hurriedly called his name while running towards him: "Xiao Zhi!"

Song Yuhe stared at him blankly, when someone pushed his back lightly suddenly.

Bo Qiao said softly, "Go."

Only then did Song Yuhe's legs seem to get rid of the quagmire of pain, and finally moved.

Xiang Jiu finally ran to his side, and hurriedly grabbed Song Yuhe's arm, using too much strength lest he leave.

"Xiao, Xiaozhi." Xiang Jiu was out of breath, looking at him with horror in his eyes, "Where is Xiaozhi going? Mom is wrong, I, I shouldn't hit you, you can go to class if you want to, and go to class if you don't want to." No, mom is wrong...don't go."

Song Yuhe didn't move and endured the slight pain from her holding her arm, and murmured: "I won't go."

He didn't even want to leave.

"Don't you want to go?" Xiang Jiu seemed to have grabbed Song Yuhe's life-saving straw, hugged Song Yuhe in his arms, and hugged his head with both hands on tiptoe like a child, sobbing all over his face. Tears, "Don't go, don't go, don't leave me."

Song Yuhe only knew to say, "I won't go, I won't go anywhere."

Xiang Jiu cried like he was dying: "You can only protect you if you stay with your mother. If you leave your mother..."

As she spoke, her voice stopped abruptly, and her hands dropped slightly, as if she had switched her personality in an instant.

Song Guanxing watched in fear, fearing that Xiang Jiu would go crazy and beat Song Yuhe again.

But this time, Xiang Jiu seemed to have found a glimmer of light from those twists and turns of painful time, and she began to stumble forward following that light.

"Why are you……"

Xiang Jiu raised her hand and lightly slapped Song Yuhe's shoulder, but this time she didn't hurt her child who had finally come back, she didn't use too much force, she just slapped Song Yuhe again and again as if to vent shoulders, trembling all over.

Heartbroken, she asked in confusion, "Why did you leave your mother's sight?"

Xiang Jiu seemed to be awake, and asked questions that had caused her pain for ten years one after another.

"Why did you leave mom?"

"Why are you running around?"

Song Yuhe also understood what this sentence was asking. He waited until Xiang Jiu finished venting, and his hands were hanging down weakly, sobbing in a low voice, and then he raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face.

He slowly handed the crumpled rose in front of Xiang Jiu.

It's like a flower that withered in the explosion before it could be sent out.

"To you."

Song Yuhe smiled at her tenderly: "I'm going to get you roses."

The rose, which was ten years late, was finally sent out.