Blame him for being too pretty

It was like a nightmare.

Song Yuhe felt a cold sweat all over his body, and his limbs began to ache, until it spread to his heart. He struggled in pain, and groaned vaguely.

Soon, a pair of warm hands gently held him in his embrace, Song Yuhe froze for a moment, his breath filled with the faint scent of mint.

This breath made him feel too safe, he muttered in a low voice: "Sir?"

The man was silent for a while, and after a while he let out a relieved laugh: "Well, it's me."

The other hand gently pinched his wrist, and after a tingling pain, the cold liquid slowly flowed into the blood vessels, and the pain in his body subsided little by little after a while.

Song Yuhe finally felt more comfortable, and his consciousness sank into the darkness again.

When I woke up again, it was already dark.

Song Yuhe stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time before his body gradually regained consciousness.

Bo Qiao's voice came from the side: "Are you awake?"

Song Yuhe was exhausted all over, and he didn't want to open his eyes, so he hummed to indicate he woke up.

Bo Qiao stepped forward, gently helped him up and leaned against his arms, brought a glass of warm water with honey to his lips, and coaxed him softly, "Drink some water."

Song Yuhe was so sick that he didn't want to move, but his throat was dry, as if he had been burned, so he could only forcefully open his lips and swallowed a little water.

Swallowing the sweet honey water down his throat, he regained a little strength and finally opened his eyes.

Bo Qiao was putting the water glass on the table, with an unusually decadent look on his face, even his meticulously combed hair was a little disheveled, as if he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

Song Yuhe seemed to have forgotten what happened before he fell asleep, his voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible: "Sir, where is my brother?"

Song Guanxing suffered too much blow that day, and after recovering Song Yuhe, he couldn't bear it anymore and passed out. Now he is so weak that he is lying next door.

Bo Qiao didn't tell him the truth: "He has something to do and needs to come back later."

Song Yuhe nodded, and instinctively leaned into Bo Qiao's arms again.

Bo Qiao was still waiting for Song Yuhe to ask "57" as if he was facing an enemy, but Song Yuhe seemed to be too tired, and it seemed that he planned to sleep again.

Bo Qiao didn't even intend to remind him, just as he was about to carefully put him back on the bed, Song Yuhe, who was already going to sleep, suddenly stretched out his hand and hooked the button of Bao Qiao's skirt feebly.

It's just that his strength is too weak, he just hooked his fingers randomly and then fell down.

"Sir." He seemed a little dissatisfied, rubbed his forehead against Bo Qiao's neck, and muttered, "Don't go."

Bo Qiao said helplessly, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Song Yuhe said: "I don't sleep, you give me a hug."

Recalling that Song Yuhe had always wanted to fix 57, and asked that bionic man to give him a hug, Bo Qiao felt sore, and slowly tightened his arms to hold Song Yuhe in his arms.

"Well, okay, I'll give you a hug."

Song Yuhe suddenly laughed softly.

Bo Qiao pulled the quilt over to cover him, and asked in a low voice, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Yuhe murmured, "It's so warm."

Bo Qiao raised his hand to stroke Song Yuhe's fluffy hair, but didn't speak.

Song Yuhe buried his face on Bo Qiao's neck. At first he was quiet and didn't make any sound, but with Bo Qiao's gentle soothing, his thin body gradually began to tremble, followed by Bo Qiao's Clothes soaked in tears.

Bo Qiao was taken aback.

Song Yuhe finally recovered some strength, he firmly grasped Bo Qiao's skirt, suppressed the sound of crying, tears fell down, and instantly wet the skirt on Bo Qiao's shoulders.

Bao Qiao's hand stroking his head froze, and his already numb heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp knife, and it began to emit secret pain.

Song Yuhe tightly closed his eyes and couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his face. He couldn't hold back his crying any longer, and let out a whimper, but he quickly choked it back again.

Bo Qiao has seen Song Yuhe cry several times, but it never made his heart explode like this time. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to speak to comfort him, so he could only hug him as tight as he could.

Song Yuhe cried silently until his tears were almost dry, and he finally murmured.

"It turned out that it was only me."

In Mofenfen, he was alone from the beginning to the end, there was no 57 waiting for him to repair, and there was no such protection.

Bo Qiao always thought that he was a cold-blooded and ruthless person, but Song Yuhe's self-deprecating and desperate words almost forced him to tears.

It also made him know for the first time what empathy is.

He would rather Song Yuhe cry bitterly and vent all the grievances of these years, but Song Yuhe seemed to have no strength at all, after saying this, he leaned against Bo Qiao's arms and fell asleep again drowsily.

In his dream, he once again dreamed of the scene on the day 57 was scrapped.

After 57 left the little child with the words "grow up well", all the functions of his body finally stopped bit by bit. He sat quietly in the same place, his eyes dimmed like cold beads, and there was no longer any change.

Song Yuhe bent his knees and crawled over, stretched out his hands to hold 57's face in doubt, and called him, "57?"

57 did not respond.

Ever since the meteor explosion that fell on Mofenfen, 57 has always been out of order. Song Yuhe thought it was the same this time, so he didn't think much about it. He skillfully picked up a small wrench made of parts and started Repair 57.

57's program was connected to the palm-sized screen beside it, and a line of words was displayed.

"The running program stopped, the operation failed..."

Song Yuhe couldn't read, seeing the red light kept flashing, but 57 remained silent, so he continued to practice in another way suspiciously.

But what is displayed on the screen is always the reminder of "Failed to run the program".

57 didn't respond, Song Yuhe fell into confusion.

He sat cross-legged opposite the broken bionic man, and asked suspiciously, "57, what's wrong with you? What's broken again, how can I fix it?"

The switch button behind 57's ear glowed red slightly.

Song Yuhe didn't understand what this meant, so he could only continue to practice while frowning.

He and 57 lived in a dilapidated hut, and he collected the parts of the bionic man one by one and piled them up in the house. Song Yuhe thought that 57's parts were damaged, so he went to those parts to find replacements.

His small body was looking around among the parts of the hill, and there were faint footsteps outside the hut.

Song Yuhe was startled, and instinctively squatted down with his head in his arms, covering his body with parts.

But the room was too small, and he was found in the end, and he was roughly lifted out by the wrist, and thrown randomly on the ground full of rocks.

Song Yuhe's forehead was scratched, he managed to open his eyes and took a look, and found that 57 who was sitting was lying on the ground in embarrassment as if he had been run over by some heavy object.

The red light behind the ear has stopped moving.

Song Yuhe's pupils shrank.

Even in a dream, those past pains seemed to be experienced again, making Song Yuhe struggle and curl up into a ball, trying to avoid the pain.

It's late at night, and Bo Qiao is going to be busy with INC's targeted drugs, and has already returned to Pucun to work overtime. Song Guanxing has almost recovered, and is sitting on the chair beside the bed in a daze.

Sensing that Song Yuhe's brows were suddenly frowning and trembling, Song Guanxing was shocked and hurried forward: "Xiao Zhi? Xiao Zhi."

Song Yuhe's toes were tense, pushing the white sheets into folds. He was shaking all over, desperately resisting the pain he feared most, but he was still dragged by the nightmare and couldn't wake up.

Song Guanxing hurriedly hugged him in his arms, shaking him gently like coaxing a child: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, brother is by your side."

I don’t know if Song Guanxing’s voice is too familiar. In the nightmare, Song Yuhe took a deep breath. After opening his violent eyes, his movements were not as weak as before, and he dragged Song Guanxing to death. Dead on the bed.

Song Guanxing looked at him in astonishment: "Xiao Zhi?"

"You're not here." The expression on Song Yuhe's face was unprecedentedly cold and stern, and he looked at Song Guanxing almost with resentment, "You were never here, I was always alone, and I was alone until I died."

Song Guanxing's eyes widened slowly, and his ears were buzzing almost stung by this sentence.

But soon, Song Yuhe seemed to be a different person again, with tears pouring down his face.

Song Yuhe tried his best not to cry out, but the tears fell little by little out of his control. He choked up and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to say that, brother..."

Song Guanxing stared at him blankly, completely ignoring Song Yuhe's hand still on his neck, pressing the back of his head hard and hugging him firmly in his arms.

"You can say that." Song Guanxing's voice was trembling, "You can say whatever you want."

Even if Song Yuhe really hated him and planned to kill him, Song Guanxing might not have the slightest struggle.

Song Wuqi has always lived in peace with Song Yuhe, and he will only come out when he is in danger, but now a nightmare makes him run out almost out of control, frantically wanting to vent the resentment of these years.

But when he saw Song Guanxing's pale face in despair, he became frightened again, and even shrank back directly.

For the first time, Song Yuhe clearly felt that Song Wuqi was manipulating his body, and he never knew that he could say such vicious words from his mouth. He hugged Song Guanxing tightly and kept apologizing.

"I was wrong, I just had a nightmare..."

"Brother, don't be sad."

This sentence of apology made Song Guanxing almost collapse again. He hugged Song Yuhe tightly, and would rather he resent and abuse him than keep all the grievances in his heart.

Because of this nightmare, Song Yuhe refused to let Song Guanxing and Bo Qiao get closer, and only let him get closer to him.

Song Yuhe didn't know what disease he was suffering from yet, but when the doctor came to treat him, he was very obedient, he would get the needle when he asked for an injection, and take the medicine when he asked him to take it, he was very obedient.

He has been by his side all the time, seeing Song Yuhe always staring out the window blankly, hesitated for a long time, and finally opened his mouth tentatively: "Yuhe."

Song Yuhe didn't even move his eyes, and absent-mindedly agreed softly: "What?"

He said, "Do you want to go back to Mofenfen?"

Song Yuhe finally had a reaction, he turned his head and looked at him quietly for a while, and then said: "He wants to take me back to Mofenfen, doesn't he?"

"Ah."

Song Yuhe seemed to laugh, but there was no smile on his face.

Song Wuqi is the second personality derived from Song Yuhe, of course Song Yuhe knows why he always insists on going back to Mo Fenfen.

Not because Mofenfen made them feel safe.

It's not that they regard Mofenfen as their home.

But...

Song Wuqi, who had been silent for several days, finally spoke out.

He gave Song Yuhe all his remaining calmness and gentleness, and even spoke softly, as if he was afraid of breaking him.

Song Wuqi said: "Yuhe, don't you need me?"

Song Wuqi asked Song Yuhe this question before, but Song Yuhe gave him a negative answer. At that time, he needed 57, and he only wanted to fix 57, and asked for the hug that he owed him for so many years.

But now, Song Yuhe didn't know how to answer him.

Song Wuqi murmured softly: "Only in Mofenfen, you need me."

Only in Mofenfen, he is Song Yuhe's reliance.

After leaving Mofenfen and coming to Nanhuai, Song Guanxing, Bao Qiao, Song Yan, Xiang Jiu, even Lu Jing and Qin Xian can become Song Yuhe's support, they can give him love, give him hugs, and give him all Warm things were held in front of him.

Song Yuhe... no longer needs an aggressive personality to protect himself.

Song Wuqi has been restless since he came to Nanhuai, and has been urging Song Yuhe to go back to Mofenfen. He doesn't want to be just a passer-by who can't be easily replaced in Song Yuhe's world.

He wants to be the only one.

Just like the six years when Mofenfen and the others lived together.

But Mo Fenfen is so far away, with so many people blocking them, the planet that has carried countless pain and tears for Song Wuqi has become an existence that is beyond reach.

If Song Yuhe no longer needs his protection, then what is the meaning of Song Wuqi's existence?

For the first time, someone as irritable and proud as Song Wuqi felt the fear of being forgotten.

He asked softly: "Yuhe, don't you want me?"