Blame him for being too pretty

Bo Qiao's whole body froze, and a little needle-like heat appeared all over his body. He turned his head and didn't dare to look at Song Yuhe, so he could only say dryly, "You should go to sleep."

Song Yuhe rubbed against his neck: "Do you like me?"

Bo Qiao didn't answer, and silently supported Song Yuhe's waist, letting him lie back on the bed obediently.

After such a toss, Song Yuhe also became slightly sober, and looked at Baoqiao eagerly.

Bo Qiao held the unexpanded diagnosis sheet in his hand, he didn't want to tell the confused Song Yuhe whether he liked it or not, so he changed the subject and asked him: "What's wrong with the diagnosis sheet? Did you fall into the hospital? "

Song Yuhe was very obedient, he answered whatever he asked: "Well, I fell into a daze."

Bo Qiao couldn't hold back, and glared at him: "What else are you hiding from me?"

Guiltyly, Song Yuhe stretched out his legs from under the quilt, and began to unbutton his pants as if to take them off.

Bo Qiao was still unfolding the ball of paper, frowning for a moment, "You..."

"I hit my knee." Song Yuhe kicked off his trousers, covered his thigh with a quilt, and showed Bao Qiao only his bruised leg, "It hurts a bit."

Bo Qiao wanted to read the medical certificate at first, but Song Yuhe's dark purple knee was almost bleeding, so he was so scared that he got up immediately to find the medicine box.

Song Yuhe didn't mind the cold, so he stuffed the medical certificate that Bao Qiao had put on the bed into his coat, and kicked Bao Qiao back.

It's just that after finding the medicine box, Bo Qiao felt that it was too slow to apply the medicine, so he simply picked up Song Yuhe wrapped in a quilt and walked out.

Song Yuhe hugged his neck in confusion: "What's the matter?"

"There is a medical cabin on the second floor." Bo Qiao carried him up to the second floor with a sullen face, and scolded him on the way, "Didn't you enter the medical cabin in the hospital? Then what did you do in the hospital?!"

Song Yuhe groaned and said, "I didn't feel any pain at the time, and the doctor said that I would be fine if I took painkillers."

Bo Qiao said coldly: "What quack doctor, how can this kind of injury be cured by taking painkillers? Don't go there next time."

Song Yuhe couldn't stop laughing: "Okay, I won't go next time, I really hate hospitals, they smell bad."

Bo Qiao's medical cabin on the second floor is generally not used, it's just put there just in case, and this is the first time it's been opened.

Song Yuhe was put in gently, and the machine ran for 10 to [-] minutes, and the bruises on his knees were relieved a lot.

Half an hour later, the knee recovered as before, and Song Yuhe had already drifted off to sleep.

Bo Qiao carried him back again, checked that there were no other injuries on his body, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He originally wanted to look for the medical certificate, but he couldn't find it after searching. After thinking about it, it might just be the medical certificate for Song Yuhe's knee. Besides, the small hospital only allows painkillers for falls. It's not a very good hospital after all.

Bo Qiao saw that Song Yuhe was sleeping soundly with his coat on his back, so he didn't bother him any more, and left the room lightly.

As soon as he left the room, Song Guanxing's call came urgently.

Bo Qiao walked back to the guest bedroom, and lightly connected: "Huh?"

Song Guanxing covered his face and asked, "Did you deliberately trick Xiaozhi into sleeping with you?"

Bo Qiao opened the balcony door of the guest bedroom, sat on the chair and looked at the dark sky outside, instinctively wanted to smoke, but took out the lighter, thought about it and still didn't light it.

He casually opened and closed the lid of the lighter, making a crisp sound, and said coldly: "Song Guanxing, in your opinion, I have always been a nasty person, haven't I?"

Song Guanxing was taken aback for a moment.

Bo Qiao's fingers slowly stroked the pattern on the lighter, and said softly: "If I really like Yuhe, I won't hang on to him deliberately; if I don't mean to be convenient for him, I definitely won't." A little overstepping."

Song Guanxing looked at him blankly.

"I'm in a situation where I haven't figured out whether I'm in love with him or not." Bo Qiao finally took his eyes off his hands and looked coldly at Song Guanxing on the computer, "You don't have to be so wary of me."

Song Guanxing said, "What about after that? What about after you recognize it clearly?"

Bo Qiao's face didn't change: "I've always been frank."

Song Guanxing was probably annoyed by him, and turned off the communication with a blank expression.

Bo Qiao sat alone on the balcony in silence for a long time, then sneered and went back to the room.

Early the next morning, Song Guanxing drove and waited at the door of Bo Qiao's residence at eight o'clock, looking at Lamei protruding from the wall, and kept sneering there.

Song Yuhe fell down yesterday and got a lot of dirt on his coat. He was still wearing the sweater he wore yesterday, but his coat was a thin gray coat, which made his figure even thinner.

He rubbed his eyes and came out holding his dirty coat, and shouted vaguely, "Brother? Why are you so early?"

Song Guanxing forced a smile: "Yesterday, there was a new development in the laboratory. I wanted to tell you, but it was too late, so I came here to pick you up to the company."

Hearing this, Song Yuhe woke up completely, and he happily waved to Bao Qiao who was watching at the door: "Sir, I'm leaving first!"

Bo Qiao waved at him.

Song Yuhe happily went to the co-pilot: "What new development?! Can the neurons in area I of the brain be repaired?"

Song Guanxing started the car and nodded: "Yes, when did you expect the results to come out?"

"Next week!" Song Yuhe was so excited, "I didn't expect it to come out now, I just need to finish testing this part of the neurons and I will be able to repair 57."

Song Guanxing went to the company to help Song Yuhe read the data in the middle of the night yesterday, and he didn't sleep all night. Seeing him so happy, he also smiled: "Then I'll clean up a room for 57 at home?"

Song Yuhe: "Yeah, thank you brother."

He was happily touching the watch on his wrist along the way, and soon arrived at the company.

Song Yuhe was thinking about his experimental data, and was about to get out of the car when Song Guanxing suddenly said, "Xiaozhi, what's on your sleeve?"

Song Yuhe tugged at his sleeves in doubt, and found that there seemed to be something dirty on the cuffs of the warm-colored sweater.

He photographed it casually: "Maybe I bumped into it somewhere, it's okay."

Song Guanxing was thoughtful, and always felt that it seemed to be the rust produced after the bionic man was scrapped.

Song Yuhe didn't care about this, got out of the car and ran directly to the laboratory.

There was indeed new progress in the experiment of neural network restoration, Song Yuhe was overjoyed, and concentrated on starting the next stage of testing.

He was so eager to repair 57 that he didn't even want to go home, and he even forgot all the medical certificates from the hospital, and he only knew how to record data in the laboratory all day long.

Song Yuhe's mood was getting better day by day, but a throbbing palpitation often appeared in his heart, which made him extremely uneasy.

As soon as he felt panic, he took the mint blue rough stone and began to carve.

Song Yuhe thought it was something similar to the stone on Mo Fenfen, but when he poked a piece with a knife, he realized that it was not a stone, but a gem.

He thought hard for a long time before he planned to carve a mint blue rose for Bo Qiao.

The rose-red stone was broken, Song Yuhe had no choice but to pick a time to buy a new one, and decided to carve that one after finishing carving the blue rose.

Song Yuhe spends ten hours a day in the laboratory, and in the rest of the time he takes an hour to carve his mint blue roses. His life is extremely fulfilling.

Half a month later, Song Yuhe finally tested all the experimental data and chose a good day and auspicious day to repair 57.

The people in the laboratory have completely repaired a bionic man with a damaged neural network. They looked at Song Yuhe with fiery and envious eyes. After all, none of them thought that Song Yuhe could really do it in such a short period of time. Fix the neural network.

Song Yuhe didn't care about other people's eyes, and fixed Friday to repair 57.

It's just that he should be happy, but Song Yuhe was sitting alone in the lounge, with his head down and carelessly sculpting the rough stone in his hand. The uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, and even his heart felt a little aching.

Song Yuhe was absent-minded and almost cut his hand. He frowned and had no choice but to put the rough stone and file in his pocket, and turned on the optical brain to take a look.

Song Guanxing went to a meeting, and it may take two hours to get down; Bo Qiao has to wait a while before coming to the Song family.

Song Yuhe estimated the time, and when the two of them arrived, he would be able to repair 57 himself.

The time is just right.

Song Yuhe took a deep breath, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and was about to step into the laboratory with his wristwatch when 57, who had been silent for many days, suddenly spoke.

"Are you going to start repairing?"

Song Yuhe was overjoyed, and nodded hurriedly: "Yes."

57 asked something unclear: "Don't you regret it?"

Song Yuhe asked confusedly: "What do you regret?"

57 seemed to chuckle slightly: "Yuhe, no one can separate us, right?"

Song Yuhe was even more puzzled, and didn't understand why he would ask such an obvious question: "Yes, no one will separate us, we are always together."

57 laughed more happily, but there was an indescribable coldness in that laughter.

"Good, let's go."

Song Yuhe didn't know why, but someone had already come to urge him, so he simply didn't think about it, and entered the laboratory with his watch.

To fix 57, Song Yuhe didn't ask anyone to be his assistant, only allowed him to come in.

Song Yuhe put the watch on the large console.

The table was too big, and there was only a wrist watch the size of a palm, which looked extremely ridiculous.

Song Yuhe reached out his hand and tapped the human shape-changing button next to the watch, hesitated for a moment, and glanced back at him.

He said softly, "What's wrong?"

Song Yuhe's face was pale, and he said dully, "I, I'm afraid."

He stepped forward, gently grasping Song Yuhe's limp wrist with his cold fingers, guiding his fingers to land on the rusty button, and pressing it harder and harder.

Song Yuhe watched in bewilderment, even breathing unconsciously.

The movement of his fingers on the button seemed to be slowed down countless times, Song Yuhe's mind went blank, and suddenly a doubt appeared out of nowhere.

When he replaced 57 with a silver stabilizer, did you see 57's human form?

I should have seen it before, otherwise how could such a large stabilizer be replaced?

But Song Yuhe racked his brains and thought hard, but he couldn't remember the memory at that time at all.

Just then, his hand felt the groove sinking.

There was only a loud sound of parts colliding, and the palm-sized wrist watch suddenly turned into a huge human shape and appeared on the clean operating table.

Song Yuhe's eyes flickered, the smell of iron rust and the strong silvery smell that hit his face made him take a step back unconsciously, covered his mouth and nose to let out a breath, and looked at the bionic man appearing on the console with some confusion .

Maybe... that can no longer be a bionic person.

It's just a bunch of parts that barely fit together, and even Liuyin is only a thin layer, like a bony skeleton.

Song Yuhe stayed where he was, looking at the console suspiciously, as if he was looking at something he had never seen before, his eyes were full of curiosity about new things.

Rust fell on the clean and smooth table, making a slight sound.

He stood behind Song Yuhe and said softly, "Yuhe?"

Song Yuhe stared blankly at the inhuman bionic man for a long time, and opened his lips slightly, as if he wanted to ask "what is this", but his pale lips opened and closed, but no sound came out.

In his impression, 57...

It's not a bunch of rusted parts.

He is tall, able to hold his small self in his arms, blocking those hard stones;

He had a gentle and good-looking smile, even if there was a scar on his face, Song Yuhe wouldn't feel scared.

he……

Song Yuhe staggered and wanted to go up to look at it. The console had automatically connected the bionic program into the console, and countless codes were projected on the projection screen at the side.

There was darkness in front of Song Yuhe's eyes, and he couldn't see clearly at all. His legs bent and he almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he reacted in time and supported him.

Song Yuhe's face was pale, he clutched his chest tightly, and breathed rapidly, as if he could stop breathing in the next second.

He was startled, and hurriedly hugged him: "Yuhe? Yuhe!"

Song Yuhe vaguely felt that his throat seemed to be overflowing with blood, and he could smell blood when he opened his mouth, but he still wanted to struggle to take a look at his 57.

57 hasn't turned into a human form for too many years, and it's normal to be like this now.

Anyway, he was still talking to himself just now, indicating that there is no problem with the neural network, as long as he...

As long as he repairs him himself, as long as all his broken parts are replaced, 57 is still his 57.

Song Yuhe's thoughts were racing, but his consciousness seemed to be grasped by an invisible big hand, slowly dragging him into the darkness.

In the end, he couldn't bear it any longer, choked out a mouthful of bloody breath, and passed out completely.

The whole laboratory was in a panic, he was so panicked for the first time, he directly carried Song Yuhe out, and hurriedly said: "Go to Song Guanxing!"

The assistants who were still waiting outside for Song Yuhe's "rejuvenation" were all taken aback when they saw this, then quickly agreed and rushed out to find someone.

He couldn't see what kind of injury Song Yuhe had suffered. After thinking about it, he still didn't wait for Song Guanxing, so he randomly dragged someone down the stairs with him, and sent Song Yuhe to the hospital.

By the time Song Guanxing got the news, he had already left.

Song Guanxing tried his best to remain calm, and said coldly, "What's going on?"

Others didn't know: "The young master wanted to repair the bionic man, but none of us dared to approach him, but within 10 minutes, he ran out, and the young master seemed... fainted."

Song Guanxing frowned tightly. Song Yuhe's health has always been poor, and he can get a high fever even after crying, but he has never fainted for no reason.

"Which hospital did he send Xiao Zhi to?"

Everyone looked at each other.

The assistant behind Song Guanxing hurriedly said, "I'll contact him."

Song Guanxing rubbed his brows, looked at the half-opened laboratory door, hesitated, and walked in slowly.

There was a smell of rust and silver in the whole laboratory. Even if Song Guanxing didn't dislike the smell of silver, he still covered his nose with choking.

Until his eyes fell on the huge operating table, he immediately froze in place.

The bionic man seemed to have been bombed, with countless body parts damaged, and some residues from the explosion of Liuyin stuck to the old parts, looking like a pile of debris covered with dirty things.

The bionic man's face was expressionless, still staring at the void with his insubstantial pupils.

Song Guanxing was stunned for a long time, and a terrible thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

He walked forward slowly, wanting to check it, and glanced at a series of program data on the wall from the corner of his eye.

"Bionic Human Number: A0GE57-A1254824..."

"Program loading..."

"The program failed to load."

"During the detection process..."

"The test procedure was successful."

"Bionic number: A0GE57-A1254824."

「制作时间：星历916年6月24号13:56:09。」

「程序终止/报废时间：星历922年5月8号19:04:25。」

"The program is loading again..."

"The program failed to load."

Song Guanxing's ears suddenly heard a violent humming and fierce dizziness, which almost made him kneel on the ground while supporting the console.

The scrapping time is 922 years in the ephemeris.

It was six years ago.

Song Yuhe's bionic person has already been scrapped.

All that remains is a pile of scrap parts, and that phrase...

The bionic man on the operating table completely consumed the last bit of power during the long-term loading.

His eyes flickered with the buttons behind his ears, flashing red warning lights, which looked weird.

He was motionless, his lips were damaged, and only a mechanical voice came intermittently from the parts.

"I love you."

"I want to use my cold arms..."

"Hug you."

The last mechanical sound finally fell softly, and all the batteries were exhausted.

A0GE57-A1254824.

Completely scrapped.