Blame him for being too pretty

Because of Bai Shao's few words, Song Yuhe's eyes were glued to Bo Qiao's body during the whole meal, wishing to turn himself into a pendant and hang it on it.

Bo Qiao was so watched that he couldn't even eat the food, his usual indifference and arrogance disappeared, and the roots of his ears were slightly red.

Bai Shao and Bao Mu looked at each other, and they both saw a message from each other's eyes.

The son may want the old tree to bloom.

Bo Qiao ate this meal like a pinch, and after finally finishing the meal, he hurriedly settled the bill and dragged Song Yuhe to slip away.

Bai Shao smiled and shouted from behind: "Go back so early, don't you want to watch the fireworks?"

Bo Qiao became angry from embarrassment: "You can also watch it from the rooftop of the hotel—I'm going back."

After speaking, he ran away in a hurry.

Pulled by him, Song Yuhe trotted behind, looking seriously at Bao Qiao's side face.

It wasn't until the two of them left the hot pot restaurant and stopped that he finally spoke.

"gentlemen."

Bo Qiao's red ears finally cooled down under the cold wind outside, and he pretended to turn his head indifferently: "What's wrong?"

Song Yuhe seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth and tried hard to speak but couldn't utter a single syllable.

Bo Qiao asked suspiciously, "What do you want to say?"

Song Yuhe was also confused: "I... I forgot."

Seeing his pale face, Bo Qiao wrapped his scarf around again to cover half of his face, and said softly, "Go, let's go back."

Song Yuhe nodded, obediently being led to leave a series of footprints on the path.

Originally, Bo Qiao wanted to take Song Yuhe to the rooftop to watch the fireworks after returning to the hotel, but the temperature dropped too much at night and Song Yuhe's immunity was weak. Bo Qiao didn't want him to get sick, so he sent him back to the room.

Song Yuhe pawed at the door reluctantly: "Are you still going to play tomorrow?"

Bo Qiao smiled lightly: "Go play if you want to play, and sleep in if you don't want to play."

He raised his hand and tapped Song Yuhe's eyebrows: "Go to sleep."

Song Yuhe then gently closed the door.

With a crisp "click", the gentle smile on Song Yuhe's face slowly disappeared. He stared blankly at the closed door for a long while before walking slowly to the window.

The room Bo Qiao booked has floor-to-ceiling windows, and after opening the three layers of curtains, you can see the endless snow scene, and you can even see the sea in the distance.

This room should be regarded as the residence with the best view in the entire Zhanzhan Island.

Song Yuhe sat on the carpet next to the French windows with his knees bent, staring at the lights and snow outside, in a daze.

He unconsciously rubbed the mole on his ankle with his fingers, and it took him a long time to find that the other mole turned blood red at some point, like a wound that had been pricked by a needle.

Song Yuhe stared blankly at his ankle for a while, and suddenly a colorful light was reflected on the window.

He raised his head slightly, just in time for the first firework to explode in the dark night sky. Because the sound insulation effect of the windows is very good, one can only see the firework rising into the air one after another, silently exploding bright light.

57 suddenly said, "What are you thinking?"

Song Yuhe watched the fireworks again and again and replied casually: "Mr. Miss."

57's tone was not very good: "What do you miss about him?"

"He treats me very well." Song Yuhe said, "He still wants to save me."

57 is vigilant against all unprovoked kindness, and even hates everyone who comes close to Song Yuhe. Hearing this, he said coldly: "In Mofenfen, there are also people who treat you well at first, but in the end they just want to Steal your parts and sell them for scrap."

Song Yuhe watched the fireworks in silence for a long time, and finally asked this sentence: "Why are you so repulsive to Mr.?"

57 said frankly: "I reject anyone who might hurt you."

Seeing that the fireworks had finally been completely set off and the sky had returned to darkness, Song Yuhe finally seemed to have made up his mind, and his voice was very soft.

"This is not Mofenfen, 57."

57 never thought that Song Yuhe would say this to him, so he was stunned for a long time before he said incredulously, "What do you mean?"

Song Yuhe lowered his head and murmured: "There will be no one here who wants to hurt me like Mo Fenfen's people, so you don't have to work hard to protect me anymore."

When Song Yuhe said such words, 57 should have been furious.

But this time for some unknown reason, he was silent for a long time, so long that Song Yuhe thought he would never speak again, when 57's trembling voice came.

"you……"

"You don't need me?"

Song Yuhe felt a burst of severe pain in his heart, he grabbed the skirt of his heart with trembling hands, and said those words as if a piece of his heart had been ripped out alive, bloody.

He shook his head with a pale face: "No."

57 seemed to see through him, and laughed at himself: "You just don't need me anymore."

Song Yuhe returned home, had his own life, and no longer needed a...

A scrap bionic who doesn't even have a body.

Song Yuhe hugged his knees and buried his face deeply in them. The pain made him tremble all over. He choked up and said, "I didn't, I didn't..."

But he just said the sentence "I don't have it", but he couldn't give too much explanation for it.

Because what he said was originally abandoning 57.

57 didn't speak any more, he seemed to be completely silent, and no longer gave him any response.

Song Yuhe was lying on the soft carpet, and the fireworks outside were blooming in the sky again.

Bright fireworks were reflected in his pupils, and he whimpered, "57, hug me."

57 ignored him for the first time in his life.

Song Yuhe, who hadn't had a nightmare for a long time, fell into a quagmire once again after closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

In the dream, he returned to Mofenfen again.

Back to the day when 57 couldn't transform into a human form.

The wind was very strong that day, and the sand was rolled and blown, making people's faces painful.

The 12-year-old Song Yuhe curled up in the dilapidated small room where he lived, grinding the dusty stone with a wooden face.

57 quietly sat beside him, looking at him with his inorganic eyes.

"Have you learned it?" 57 suddenly asked him softly.

Song Yuhe raised his head and smiled at him, and said, "I've learned it, it's easier to sharpen it with a small knife."

57 smiled: "I mean, have you learned how to repair androids and assemble signal transmitters?"

Song Yuhe looked at him blankly: "Ah? I learned it, but the parts are so hard to find, what's wrong?"

57 raised his hand that had been corroded into a skeleton by the flowing silver and gently stroked his head, and said lightly, "It's nothing, you have to grow up well."

Song Yuhe didn't know why.

That was the last sentence that 57 in human form said to him.

You have to grow up well.

Song Yuhe's heart trembled, and he suddenly woke up from the nightmare as if he was having difficulty breathing. The mechanical phrase "grow up well" still echoed in his ears, and it took a long time before it finally stopped.

His sense of smell and hearing recovered, and only then did he realize the faint scent of mint around him, as well as Bo Qiao's anxious voice.

Song Yuhe opened his eyes in confusion, and found that Bo Qiao came to his room at some point and was looking at him anxiously.

Seeing him wake up, Bo Qiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yuhe asked him stupidly: "Sir, why are you here?"

"Are you a fool?" Bo Qiao rarely got angry with him, "If you don't sleep on a good bed, you have to sleep on the floor, so you're not afraid of getting sick?"

Song Yuhe was dumbfounded by the scolding, if Song Guanxing had scolded him like this, he would have sneered back a long time ago.

But seeing Bao Qiao's brows and eyes full of anger, which is rare, Song Yuhe was slightly taken aback, and after a while, he tentatively leaned up and gently leaned against Bao Qiao's arms, with his hands still open to wrap around Bao Qiao's waist.

Bo Qiao choked and couldn't say anything immediately.

Listening to Bo Qiao's heartbeat that suddenly started to beat, Song Yuhe whispered, "I was wrong, don't scold me."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao didn't know when Song Yuhe suddenly succeeded in evolving, and he would act like a baby.

His whole body was tense, wishing to throw him out, and it took a long time before he said dryly, "Did I scold you? No, I just want you to pay attention to your body."

After he finished speaking, he began to spurn himself in his heart again: "Damn it, obviously I did nothing wrong, why is my heart so guilty?"

Song Yuhe comforted the bombarded Bo Qiao at once, and then asked, "What do you want me to do, sir, in the middle of the night?"

Bo Qiao felt guilty again, he coughed dryly, and said, "I just want to ask you, do you like this place?"

Song Yuhe nodded: "I like it."

Bo Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to be calm: "That's good, go to sleep, and continue playing tomorrow."

Song Yuhe let out a "hmm", and seeing that Bo Qiao got up and was about to leave, he hugged Bao Qiao's arm by magic, and looked at him eagerly.

Bo Qiao was very patient and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Yuhe hesitated to speak, and finally said after a while: "I'm having a nightmare."

Bo Qiao sat back again, seeing that his forehead was covered with cold sweat, he guessed it, and lowered his voice, asking, "What nightmare did you have?"

"I dreamed that 57 didn't want me anymore."

Bo Qiao couldn't help laughing: "I heard from Song Guanxing that the restoration of your neural network has gradually entered the right track, and you can repair him. Why would he not want you?"

Song Yuhe didn't speak, and held Bao Qiao's arm unwilling to let go.

Bo Qiao didn't intend to leave now, so she tucked him in the quilt and asked patiently, "When can I fix him?"

Song Yuhe nodded: "The experiment will start next month, but it may not be successful."

Bo Qiao raised his eyebrows in surprise, he didn't expect Song Yuhe to even have the chance to repair tens of millions of program circuits like the neural network, he took a wet wipe to wipe off the cold sweat on Song Yuhe's forehead: "This is a good thing, Why are you so unhappy?"

When Song Yuhe talked about being able to fix 57, he didn't jump up with joy like before. Compared with the excitement before he got the Liuyin stabilizer, his reaction now seems too cold and calm.

Song Yuhe also wanted to ask himself, why was he able to repair 57, the closer it was to that time, the more disturbed he became?

Something must have gone wrong.

But he couldn't think of it at all.

He said truthfully: "I don't know."

"Then don't think too much about it." Bo Qiao said, "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Song Yuhe closed his eyes obediently, and opened them again soon: "Aren't you going?"

Bo Qiao laughed: "No, I'll leave after you fall asleep."

Song Yuhe couldn't understand why Bo Qiao was so troublesome, he patted the bed directly: "Why wait until I'm asleep before leaving, you can just sleep here."

Bo Qiao: "..."

When he was in Fu'enli, Bo Qiao could still sleep on the same bed with Song Yuhe calmly; but now Song Yuhe's invitation is like a reminder to Bo Qiao, and the first reaction is to refuse at the speed of light.

He said awkwardly: "No, it's not good."

Song Yuhe didn't know what was wrong, but he didn't want to force Bao Qiao, so he had to lift the quilt to the top of his head, and a muffled voice came from it: "Then you can go now, I will sleep by myself."

Bo Qiao is not like Qin Xian who is a steel straight man who can leave as soon as he says so, he asked cautiously: "Are you angry?"

Song Yuhe opened a gap and said doubtfully, "Why should I be angry?"

Only then did Bo Qiao feel relieved, coaxed him a few words, and quietly left the room.

Song Yuhe looked at the time and found that it was already two o'clock in the morning. He didn't want to have that terrible nightmare again, so he took his optical brain and started chatting with Song Guanxing.

Song Guanxing is a night owl on weekends, and he is still awake at this time, almost in seconds.

[Song Guanxing: Good boy!You live alone now, no strange old man insists on staying in your room with all kinds of weird reasons, right?For example, the door of the room was locked behind him, and he didn't bring an optical computer, which couldn't be more clichéd excuses. 】

Song Yuhe: "???"

What a mess, why is his brother so imaginative?

【Song Pumpkin: No, sir is sleeping in the next room, no need to stay in my room. 】

Song Guanxing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Bo Qiao stood at the door of her locked room, staring at the bare wrists with nothing on, her face was full of numbness.

When he came out, he forgot to take out the optical computer that opened the door and the elevator card.

Bo Qiao: "..."