Blame him for being too pretty

In order to celebrate the 57 that Song Yuhe had been thinking about, even though Bo Qiao was jealous, she still went to buy a bouquet of roses as a celebration gift.

He was driving towards the Song family, but Song Guanxing sent him a message halfway.

[Song Guanxing: Come to Nanhuai Hospital. 】

Bo Qiao frowned.

Except for Song Yuhe's matter, Song Guanxing rarely took the initiative to find him, and now the destination is actually in the hospital. Could it be that Song Yuhe is sick again?

Bo Qiao didn't think much about it, and turned to Nanhuai Hospital directly.

Nanhuai Hospital has a ward unique to the Song family, with complete equipment, even a large suite.

When Bo Qiao arrived, Song Guanxing was sitting on the sofa in the suite, watching the doctors coming and going busy in the ward.

Song Guanxing completely lost his usual arrogance. His whole body seemed to be hollowed out, and he sat on the sofa with a numb face, his eyes were slack, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Bo Qiao's heart skipped a beat, knowing that something must have happened to Song Yuhe.

Bo Qiao took off his coat and walked over slowly: "Song Guan?"

Song Guanxing was like waking up from a dream, and he let out a weak "ah", his eyes were still unfocused, and he said blankly, "You are here."

"What's going on?" Bo Qiao frowned and sat down, looking at the closed door of the ward next to him, "Isn't Xiao Zhi practicing 57? Why did you suddenly come to the hospital?"

I don't know which word irritated Song Guanxing, he sneered: "57? Did he tell you about 57?"

Bo Qiao didn't understand, so he said, "I've said a lot."

Song Guanxing laughed again, but the smile was so strange no matter how you looked at it.

Seeing the doctors coming and going, this bout was not an ordinary fever at all, and Bo Qiao became a little anxious: "What the hell..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Guanxing slowly lowered his head as if his spine had been shattered, staring at his vague reflection on the floor, and laughed again.

Only this time, along with the laughter, his tears also rolled down his lower eyelashes, hitting the ground straight.

"He said... he was bullied in Mofenfen, and it was 57 who helped him." Song Guanxing seemed to be out of breath, and he laughed and muttered to himself, "He bought a room for 57, and put It's full of my favorite things, and even planted a row of roses on the balcony..."

The more Bo Qiao listened, the more he felt something was wrong, but now Song Guanxing seemed to have been greatly stimulated, and he didn't dare to urge him anymore, so he could only secretly listen anxiously to what he was talking about.

"Someone bullied him in Mofenfen all the time. He said he was stoned and 57 would protect him."

Song Guanxing didn't even know what he was talking about. He only knew that there was something hot in his chest that made him feel painful. The pain was so painful that his internal organs seemed to be convulsed, and he couldn't relax.

"He also said... 57 has been protecting him, protecting him from growing up, and beating away all those who bullied him...

"But when 57 was scrapped, he was only 12 years old.

"He said 57 has been talking to him, reciting lines to lull him to sleep..."

Song Guanxing's heart shrank into a ball, and he didn't dare to think about it, but he didn't dare not to think about it.

When he first came back to recognize Song Liuzhi, Song Guanxing was still delusional, in a place like Mo Fenfen, it was lucky that there was a bionic person by his side to take care of him, otherwise his life for Xiaozhi would be so miserable.

But now, the truth was directly spread out in front of him, telling him that Song Yuhe had been alone since he was 12 years old.

There are no androids to protect him anymore.

no one to protect him...

Then he will protect himself.

Bo Qiao gradually came to a terrible conclusion from Song Guanxing's few words, and he said incredulously: "That 57...has already been scrapped?"

Song Guanxing laughed miserably: "It was scrapped six years ago."

Bo Qiao's face was pale, and he kept recalling Song Yuhe's reaction every time he mentioned 57 in his mind, and it was difficult to breathe for a while.

The real bionic 57 was scrapped six years ago, the one who kept talking to Song Yuhe...

Who is it?

Or, what is it?

Even though the room was fully heated, Bo Qiao couldn't help shivering.

Song Guanxing didn't dare to tell Song Yan and Xiang Jiu about this. Ever since he saw the string of program data, he had been on the verge of collapse, and he was almost unable to hold on now.

He almost regarded Bo Qiao as the last straw, and said with a trembling voice, "Bo Qiao, 57... Is that his imagination?"

Before Bo Qiao could answer, Song Guanxing sobbed unbearably: "Did he imagine someone to be with him all the time?"

Bo Qiao looked at Song Guanxing who was just about to collapse, and for a moment didn't know whether to answer this question.

57 has been scrapped, and will not be with Song Yuhe for so long, and the one who has been talking to Song Yuhe...

Either Song Yuhe imagined it, or he was deceiving himself.

or……

Bo Qiao shuddered, not daring to think about the third possibility for a while.

Perhaps, that 57 is a dual personality born of Song Yuhe's long-term bullying.

Violent, indifferent, just want to protect Song Yuhe.

Suddenly, Bo Qiao remembered that when Song Yuhe was in Fuenli University, Lian Yan stole his bionic wristwatch, and the always docile Song Yuhe actually wanted to throw him off the fifth floor .

The strangeness at that time...may have revealed its clues.

It's just that I didn't think much about it at the time.

Bo Qiao had studied psychology when he was in school, and knew the general situation of dual personalities, but he had hardly seen a situation like Song Yuhe's where two personalities could coexist peacefully and even communicate normally.

Bo Qiao frowned and looked at the trembling Song Guanxing, not knowing how to comfort him.

Song Guanxing never knew that there are so many layers of pain.

After Song Liuzhi's accident ten years ago, he thought he had experienced the most painful and longest pain in time, but now that Song Yuhe may have hallucinations, it was like a heavy blow, making Song Guanxing feel that life is worse than death taste.

Just as he was desperately suppressing his emotions and planning to find the best psychiatrist to treat Song Yuhe's illness, the number of doctors who kept coming and going finally gradually decreased, and finally the dean came over with a solemn expression.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Song Guanxing quickly wiped away the tears on his face, and forced a smile: "Dean, how is Xiaozhi? It's nothing serious, right?"

The dean turned on the light brain, enlarged the page of Song Liuzhi's medical records for Song Guanxing to read, and said with a frown, "He was diagnosed with Hera syndrome in a small hospital half a month ago, do you know?"

Song Guanxing was taken aback for a moment, feeling like he was hallucinating, and asked doubtfully, "What did you say?"

Bo Qiao, who was sitting on the sofa, was startled and stood up abruptly.

"Hera syndrome." The dean repeated patiently. "We thought the hospital had misdiagnosed it, so we checked him again."

The smile on Song Guanxing's face finally disappeared slowly.

"Unfortunately." The dean scrolled to the diagnosis page that just came out, "It's Hera's syndrome."

Song Guanxing looked at the translucent page in disbelief, his mind didn't realize it for a while, and he asked stupidly: "What is... Hera Syndrome?"

The dean sighed: "Hera Syndrome is the only terminal illness that cannot be cured in the whole planet. Before the diagnosis, there is almost no abnormality, and the data can't show it. But once the diagnosis is made, the countdown of life will begin."

Song Guanxing finally came to his senses at this moment, he stared blankly at the few words on the medical certificate, and after reading for a long time, he didn't think they were words anymore.

He felt as if he was having a nightmare, or why the raging waves hit him relentlessly wave after wave, without making him mentally prepared at all.

Song Guanxing couldn't hear what the dean said after that. He staggered and sat on the soft sofa, his whole body was muddled and had no sense of reality.

Unknowingly, the doctors in the entire ward left one after another, and only Song Guanxing and Bao Qiao were left in a daze in the lounge outside.

Bo Qiao tried his best to keep calm, lightly held Song Guanxing's shoulder, and said softly, "Song Guanxing..."

He originally thought that Song Guanxing was on the verge of collapse just now, but when he just yelled this sentence, Song Guanxing seemed to be completely unbearable, and suddenly choked up and cried out.

Just now the nurse said that Song Yuhe would wake up later, Song Guanxing tried his best to suppress his voice even when he cried, and could only faintly hear the extremely suppressed cry in his throat.

Song Guanxing's face was full of tears. He held onto his heart tightly, wishing to forcefully dig out the aching heart. He was so trembling that he could hardly sit still.

Bo Qiao was frightened by his appearance, and quickly supported him.

Song Guanxing turned his head abruptly, grasping Bo Qiao's arm tightly with both hands, his eyes were full of tears, terribly red.

"I lived for 30 years..." Song Guanxing suppressed his voice, as if he wanted to compress all the grief into a thin layer, but the crying sound still came out one by one, "I have never done anything harmful to nature."

His hands grabbed Bao Qiao so hard that surging sorrow overflowed from him, almost crushing this invincible man.

Song Guanxing murmured: "After Xiaozhi's accident, I... I never blamed the Hera syndrome patients, I always felt that they were very miserable, because they lost their lives in one illness.

"I donate money to the Hera Syndrome hospital every month, I want them to have no resentment in their last days...at least nothing like Xiaozhi will happen again.

"I have allocated so much funding over the years..."

The more Song Guanxing said, the more he found it ridiculous. In the end, he actually laughed out low as if he had heard a big joke.

"...But I never knew that one day, the money will be used on my brother?"

Bo Qiao took a deep breath, and seeing Song Guanxing's bewildered look, he tried to stay calm: "Calm down first."

"Bo Qiao?" Song Guanxing seemed to be unable to hear anything, staring at Bo Qiao with empty eyes, "Did I do something wrong? What did I do wrong?"

Bo Qiao said, "You did nothing wrong."

Song Guanxing held him tightly, and asked in a low voice while weeping: "Then why did Xiaozhi encounter so many unfortunate things? He's just a child..."

Bo Qiao would rather Song Guanxing yell out directly than the current collapsed but still scruples not to wake Song Yuhe and lower his voice. He wanted to calm Song Guanxing down, but he felt ridiculous after saying this sentence .

Dual personality……

Hera syndrome.

How can you be calm?

"Yes." When Song Guanxing said this, he suddenly seemed to have figured something out, and murmured, "Yes, why did Xiaozhi encounter so many misfortunes all at once? He shouldn't...I must be still dreaming." .”

Bo Qiao was startled: "Song Guanxing?"

Song Guanxing let go of Baoqiao, and finally screamed like crazy: "I'm dreaming! I want to go out to see Xiaozhi..."

He staggered to his feet, as if he wanted to find something that would wake him up and find Song Liuzhi.

Bo Qiao was frightened and was about to stop him, at this moment, Song Yuhe's confused voice came from the ward: "Brother? Bo Qiao?"

Song Guanxing trembled when he heard the dependent "brother", and looked towards the closed door of the ward almost in horror, completely waking up from the daze.

He instinctively wanted to go there, but he forced himself to believe that it was just a dream, and he froze in place, not knowing whether to go in or not.

Bo Qiao took a deep breath and discussed with him: "I'll go in and see him first, you wait here."

Song Guanxing stared at him blankly, and then nodded dully after a while.

In his current state, he couldn't see Song Yuhe either.

Only then did Bo Qiao walk slowly to the door of the ward, and gently opened the door.

Song Guanxing couldn't believe that Song Yuhe had Hera Syndrome, and Bo Qiao was not willing to accept it easily. He stood at the door and took another breath before forcing a smile and walked in.

Song Yuhe's face was full of sickness, and he was leaning on the pillow sickly. Whenever he had free time, he started to carve mint blue roses with a small file. At this time, his fingers couldn't use any strength, so he could only hold the knife. Stare blankly at the stone.

Bo Qiaolai's footsteps brought him back to his senses, and Song Yuhe said blankly, "Where's brother?"

"Your brother...is talking to the doctor outside."

Bo Qiao perfunctory him casually, pulled a chair and sat beside the hospital bed, saw Song Yuhe just woke up and didn't know what year it was, and tried to ask: "Xiao Zhi, the diagnosis and treatment list half a month ago, what do you think?" Have you seen it?"

Song Yuhe didn't understand why he asked about the past, but he nodded obediently: "I've seen it."

At that time, Bo Qiao thought that the diagnosis and treatment sheet was only for Song Yuhe's knee injury, so he didn't open it at all. Thinking about it now, his chest was almost filled with remorse and annoyance, making it difficult for him to speak.

Bo Qiao tried to keep calm, forced a smile: "Do you know that you have Hera syndrome?"

Song Yuhe nodded: "I know."

Bo Qiao was taken aback for a moment, and his voice raised unconsciously: "Then why didn't you tell us?"

Song Yuhe had just woken up, and he couldn't turn his head around for a while. He shrank his head slightly after being yelled at, and murmured: "I forgot..."

Even at this time, Bo Qiao was almost laughed at by him.

How could such a big event be forgotten?

"Isn't this a serious illness?" Song Yuhe didn't know why, "It's not a terminal illness."

Bo Qiao choked on his words, and looked at him in disbelief.

When they were in "Heart", Mr. Ying died of Hera's syndrome. How could Song Yuhe not recognize this terminal illness?

wrong.

In "Heart", in order to avoid suspicion, the Hera syndrome was changed to "Hurt syndrome". Song Yuhe may think that... Hurt syndrome is the real name of terminal illness.

This can also explain why Song Yuhe didn't tell Song Guanxing the reason for his illness.

Bo Qiao tried to ask, "Xiaozhi, do you know about Hurt's syndrome?"

Song Yuhe said wearily, "I know, it's terminally ill."

Bo Qiao thought to himself, sure enough.

Seeing Bo Qiao's ugly face, Song Yuhe thought he was suffering from a serious illness, so he hurriedly tried to make amends for himself: "I, I just forgot about it for a while. Originally, I planned to fix 57 and tell my brother..."

After he finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment, and repeated in confusion: "57?"

Fix... 57?

Song Yuhe moved his gaze down slowly, and finally landed on the empty wrist, at the same time, like a camera lens, he flipped out the memories in the laboratory in his mind.

57 who became a bionic person...

Rusted parts.

And the program page at the end...

Song Yuhe had a splitting headache, put his hands on his head, and groaned in pain.

Bo Qiao was frightened and hurriedly said, "Xiao Zhi?"

Song Yuhe murmured, "57... where is my 57?"

Bo Qiao didn't know how to answer his question.

Trembling, Song Yuhe put his hand down, handed his empty wrist to Bo Qiao with reddish eyes, and said blankly, "Sir, my 57 is missing."

Bo Qiao tried to comfort him: "Xiaozhi, let's talk about 57...57 later, you need to get a good treatment now."

Song Yuhe said: "I don't treat diseases, I'm not sick, I'm going to repair 57! Is 57 still lying in the laboratory, I... I haven't repaired his neural network yet."

He said, struggling to get off the bed.

But his legs lost strength for a while, and he staggered and knelt down as soon as his feet touched the ground, and was supported by Bao Qiao.

Song Yuhe gradually realized the truth when he was spitting, he hugged Bao Qiao's waist tightly, and said with a sob: "Is my 57 broken? Am I unable to fix him?"

Bo Qiao helped him to sit back on the bed, gently hugged him and patted his back, and said softly: "Your brother has already put 57 away, you can treat the illness with peace of mind, and wait until the illness recovers."

Song Yuhe's whole body trembled: "Cure the disease?"

He didn't remember that he had any illness that needed to be healed, and his mind was dazed after crying, as if there were countless black lines running around in his mind, disrupting his cognition.

At this moment, 57's voice suddenly came indifferently.

"What disease?"

Song Yuhe stared blankly at Bo Qiao, and said, "What disease is being treated?"

Bo Qiao hasn't discussed it with Song Guanxing yet, so he doesn't know if it's okay to tell Song Yuhe now, so he can only keep it a secret: "It's not really a serious illness, don't you have a fever? Get rid of this illness first."

57 sneered: "Then what? Treat delusions again?"

Song Yuhe was in a daze, he didn't know what he was talking about at all, he just felt that the black lines were circling around him more intensely, he tilted his head in confusion, and murmured: "And then? Treat delusional disorder again? ?”

Bo Qiao was startled, and remained silent for a while before saying, "You know?"

Song Yuhe was in a daze, and couldn't understand what Bo Qiao was saying at all, but he heard 57's voice as if it had magic power, guiding him to gently open his lips and speak.

57: "Or treat dual personality?"

Song Yuhe said obediently, "Or is it treating dual personality?"

Bo Qiao felt more and more that something was wrong, and took a deep breath: "Xiao Zhi, do you know your situation?"

57: "Do you think it's a disease?"

Song Yuhe: "Do you think it's a disease?"

Bo Qiao didn't want to use cruel words like "illness" to describe Song Yuhe's only sustenance these years, and was about to speak, but saw Song Yuhe's hand slowly reaching towards the table.

That bony hand was like a work of art, the fingertips lightly brushed the half-carved sapphire, and lightly landed on the ten-centimeter-long small file.

The blade of the knife was only the size of a fingernail, but it was very sharp.

Song Yuhe held the file in his hand, tilted his head slightly, and glanced at Bo Qiao with neither sadness nor joy.

57 said coldly, "I'm not sick and don't need treatment. No one can separate us."

Song Yuhe said: "I'm not sick and don't need treatment. No one can separate us."

Bo Qiao looked at him almost in horror.

Song Yuhe held the small knife slowly, the meekness on his face seemed to be forced out by something, and gradually replaced with a strange expression of... indifference and aloofness.

"Or else..."

Song Yuhe's gorgeous face has always been cute and well-behaved, but now it seems to be a different person, full of vigilance and repulsion, and even a hint of irritability and disgust gradually appeared between his eyebrows.

Song Yuhe... Song Wuqi's stern eyes stared straight at Bao Qiao, and his slender five fingers suddenly exerted force, the knuckles turned blue and white, and he firmly held the slender file.

He lightly opened his pale lips, and spit out a sentence that Song Yuhe would never say, but was always used as a mantra by 57.

"I killed you."