Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe no longer knew when Song Wuqi appeared, as if unconsciously, he appeared out of thin air, took over his body, and beat those who tried to bully him to the ground, regardless of the pain.

Back then, when he was young, he always had injuries on his body, curled up on the ground, weeping, and yelled at Song Wuqi coquettishly.

Song Wuqi would always comfort him gently, saying, "You won't hurt after you sleep."

Song Yuhe fell asleep obediently, his consciousness plunged into darkness.

When he woke up again, the wound on his body had indeed healed.

At that time, he was still young, so he didn't think about it at all. He just thought it was amazing that the pain really didn't hurt after sleeping.

Thinking about it now, there was no pain at all, but Song Wuqi took over his body and silently endured the pain for him.

Until now, Song Yuhe still can't regard 57 as his second personality. He even wants to go back and have a look at the bionic man, to see if he is really a program that was completely scrapped six years ago.

Song Yuhe hugged him tightly, buried his forehead in his arms, felt the warmth in his eyes, sobbed and murmured: "I'm in so much pain."

He kept repeating "it hurts so much", hoping that Song Wuqi, who has been by his side for so many years, would show up again, and tell him "you'll be fine after a night of sleep".

He didn't want Song Wuqi to bear the pain instead of him, he just wanted him to be by his side.

Just stay.

"Why do you want to leave?" Song Yuhe's body burned up little by little, and he thought to himself in a daze, "I can be a little monster with two personalities, and I can obviously get along peacefully, so why should I leave?"

Obviously, in the past six years, the two of them came here like this.

What no one told Song Yuhe was that the reason why the two of them could coexist was because he didn't realize that Song Wuqi was his second personality, or he instinctively avoided this cognition and let the two personalities stand between the virtual and the real. Strike a weird balance.

But since the discovery of the program of the bionic man 57, that balance has been completely broken.

Song Wuqi's reason for appearing has caused his personality to be stubborn all the time.

He couldn't help but want to be the only one with Song Yuhe's personality. He was obsessed with protection, and felt that once Song Yuhe didn't need to be protected, then there was no need for him to exist.

It was precisely because of this that Song Wuqi was so eager to return to Mo Fenfen.

Go back to where Song Yuhe can need him.

Even if Song Yuhe told him that he needed him all the time, Song Wuqi would not be deceived by such clumsy lies.

Song Wuqi's overprotective personality has seriously affected Song Yuhe's return to a normal life, but he can't change it, he can't let himself not repel anyone who gets close to Song Yuhe.

He was born to protect.

So Song Wuqi disappeared on his own initiative, as if he never existed.

Song Yuhe was so hot that he almost burned himself into a pile of charcoal, and he was still muttering Wu Qi.

After a while, a group of doctors hurriedly gathered around.

Although Song Yuhe said that he would get a fever after crying, but this was just after the treatment with the medicine instrument, which could easily cause other complications. The doctor surrounded the entire ward tightly.

Song Guanxing, who had just come back from the company and bought some desserts along the way, almost fainted from fright when he came in and saw the battle, he hurried over and asked with a trembling voice, "What's wrong? What happened? ?”

The nurse at the side told him it was a fever, Song Guanxing was relieved, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

After confirming that it was not a complication after the treatment, a group of doctors also breathed a sigh of relief, and dispersed after using medical equipment to burn Song Yuhe's body down.

Song Guanxing was so frightened that he saw Song Yuhe lying on the couch quietly and motionless through the crack of the door, and said cautiously, "Xiaozhi?"

He originally thought that Song Yuhe had fallen asleep, but he didn't expect that Song Yuhe, who had his back turned to him, gave a soft "hmm": "Is there something wrong?"

This was the first time Song Yuhe talked to him in half a month. Song Guanxing was ecstatic, completely oblivious to his indifference, and said quietly: "Brother, can you come in?"

Song Yuhe said softly, "Well, good."

Song Guanxing was so happy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, he opened the door and brought over the hot soup: "Xiaozhi, have some soup, it's still hot."

Song Yuhe didn't move, just said: "Put it there."

No matter how stupid Song Guanxing was, he could still see Song Yuhe's problem. He put Tang down, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong with Xiao Zhi? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"No." Song Yuhe gently closed his eyes.

Song Guanxing walked lightly to the other side of the bed, and saw that Song Yuhe's face was still full of sickness, and his eyes were closed, as if he was sleeping or escaping from something.

Song Guanxing's heart was pulled hard, he half knelt beside the bed, and whispered, "Xiao Zhi?"

Feeling the breathing around him, Song Yuhe gently opened his eyes, his gaze fell on the small file on the table, and he quickly retracted it.

"Brother." There was no expression on his face, as if Song Wuqi's departure had taken away all his emotions, he looked numb and fragile, "Wuqi is gone."

Song Guanxing was taken aback.

Song Yuhe said again: "I won't grow up anymore."

Song Guanxing didn't know what was going on with Song Wuqi, but when he heard the last sentence, he immediately denied it: "Who said you won't grow up, you're talking nonsense!"

Song Yuhe already knew that he had Hera's disease, but he seemed strangely calm, just a little sad.

The bionic man 57 wants him to grow up well, but it seems that he really can't grow up.

In Interstellar, one is usually considered to be a real adult when the legal age of marriage is 21. Even after the coming-of-age ceremony, Song Guanxing always calls Song Yuhe "child".

And he was diagnosed with Hera disease on the second day of the coming-of-age ceremony, and he may not live to be 21 years old.

"It would be great if I didn't come out of Mofenfen." Song Yuhe stared at the sky outside the window and whispered, "It would be great if I died in Mofenfen."

In this way, you don't have to be cruelly deprived of your life after you find your family and support.

Instead of this, he might as well stay in Mofenfen until he dies.

Song Guanxing looked at him in disbelief, his pale lips trembling: "You...don't you want us?"

He couldn't understand why Song Yuhe could say such uncomfortable words so lightly, but seeing Song Yuhe's slumped and broken face, Song Guanxing couldn't say anything to make things difficult or scold him.

"Yes? Don't?" Song Yuhe seemed to be caught in a difficult problem, and said in a daze, "Why are you all asking me this question? What is there, I want it if I want it, and I don't want it if I want it or not?"

Song Yuhe also couldn't understand why everyone was asking him such boring and meaningless questions.

He wanted Song Wuqi, but Song Wuqi didn't give him a choice at all, and disappeared when he said he would disappear.

He wanted Song Guan to hang them, but Hera's disease didn't give him a choice.

Song Guanxing stared at Song Yuhe in a daze, suddenly seemed unable to bear it, got up and left in embarrassment.

He thought that he had studied a lot and read a lot of books, but facing Song Yuhe who asked such a question, Song Guanxing couldn't say a word, and he didn't even know how to comfort him.

Song Yuhe didn't even look at him, he was still staring at the sky outside in a daze.

He watched the clouds rolling and relaxing, the sun setting until the sky was full of stars.

It seemed that someone came again in the ward, but Song Yuhe didn't care, he was too numb now that he couldn't even feel the pain in his body.

Until a familiar person sat quietly in front of him, looking at him with downcast eyes.

Song Yuhe was finally willing to look at him, and said hoarsely, "Sir."

Seeing his red eyes, Bo Qiao knew that he had been staring at a red spot for a long time, so she stretched out a warm hand to cover his eyes, and said softly, "Does your eyes hurt?"

Song Yuhe felt the darkness descending suddenly, but the scent of peppermint and rose in Bo Qiao's hand made him feel safe, he closed his eyes obediently, the sore eye sockets were finally relieved, and physiological tears slowly overflowed from the eyelashes Come.

He nodded slightly: "It hurts."

"Good boy." Bo Qiao praised him softly, "Then take a good rest, and if you don't have a fever at night, you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

The treatment for Hera's disease takes a long time, but Song Yuhe can't always stay in the hospital, and his condition, if he stays here for a long time, he will definitely have bigger psychological problems.

After discussing with Song Guanxing all afternoon, Bo Qiao finally decided to let him go out of the hospital for a walk tomorrow.

Song Yuhe closed his eyes, sniffing the scent that calmed him down, and gradually regained a sense of reality.

"Discharged from the hospital?" Song Yuhe asked, "Aren't we going to treat the illness?"

Bo Qiao laughed: "It is enough to come to the hospital once a month for treatment."

Song Yuhe gave a soft "hmm" without any other questions: "Okay."

Bo Qiao's cuffs were a little bright red, it was the rose juice that he specially applied on the cuffs before he came, and the scent of mint, which could make the tense Song Yuhe relax.

Seeing that Song Yuhe's whole body was relaxed, the violently trembling eyelashes gradually quieted down, and his breathing began to be even, so Bo Qiao slowed down his voice as much as possible, and said in a warm voice: "Yuhe..."

Song Yuhe interrupted him: "Call me Xiaozhi."

Bo Qiao was trying to find out, but when he saw that he still cared about this, he immediately changed his words: "Well, okay, Xiao Zhi, Song Guanxing told me that Wu Qi is gone, right?"

As soon as the words fell, Bo Qiao felt the eyelashes under his palm tremble violently again, and he was not in a hurry to comfort him, and waited patiently for Song Yuhe's wave of emotions to pass.

After a while, Song Yuhe murmured: "Well, he disappeared, and he won't come out no matter how much I scream."

Bo Qiao smiled.

Song Yuhe finally couldn't help it, stretched out his hand to pull Bo Qiao's hand off, looked at him with red eyes, full of grievances that he didn't even realize.

"What are you laughing at?"

Bo Qiao proceeded step by step. Seeing that Song Yuhe finally became curious about the outside world, he slowly straightened Song Yuhe's messy hair, and said lightly, "I'm laughing at you."

Song Yuhe's eyes were astringent, and he felt a little angry: "Why are you laughing at me?"

As if asking questions to students in class, Bo Qiao asked calmly: "Do you know what is one of the most difficult diseases to treat among mental illnesses?"

Song Yuhe shook his head, he didn't know.

Bo Qiao said, "It's multiple personalities."

Song Yuhe was taken aback.

Bo Qiao guided himself to find the answer to the question: "Then why did Song Wuqi disappear so easily?"

Song Yuhe looked at him blankly: "Because he thinks I don't need him anymore, there is no need for him to exist."

"Yes." Bo Qiao said, "but is he a human? Does he have an independent entity?"

Song Yuhe was even more confused, not knowing what Bo Qiao was trying to say.

Bo Qiao raised his finger and pointed at his eyebrows: "A person is an independent individual, and can only be considered completely gone unless he dies. But Song Wuqi is your personality, he does not have an independent body, independent brain, independent heart..."

Song Yuhe was stunned.

Bo Qiao took Song Yuhe's hand, and pressed it slowly on his heart: "He has always been in your heart, brain, and consciousness. He belongs to you. Since you are still there, why did he disappear?"

Song Yuhe repeated with a half-crying and half-smile: "I'm still here, why did he disappear?"

To Song Yuhe, Song Wuqi is completely an independent individual, after all he has regarded him as a bionic 57 for so long.

Song Wuqi couldn't be found, and he couldn't get the slightest response. To Song Yuhe, it was like the bionic man 57 was completely scrapped and the program stopped.

But Bo Qiao's words made him vaguely understand something.

Song Wuqi is his own personality. He "replaced" Song Yuhe and suffered so much in these years, but the memory is shared by the two of them.

Song Yuhe repeated it several times, with a puzzled tone, until finally, he finally murmured: "I'm still here, so he won't disappear."

"Yes." Bo Qiao quietly breathed a sigh of relief, her voice became gentler, "It's really smart."

Song Yuhe held Bao Qiao's hand, looked at him with trembling lips, as if he wanted to say something.

Bo Qiao knew what he wanted to ask, and said with a smile: "Didn't I promise you before that I would definitely be able to make a targeted drug for Hera's disease? Do you believe me?"

Song Yuhe couldn't speak, but held Bo Qiao's hand slowly on his forehead, nodded slightly, and let out a whimper.

"Ah."

His feelings that were as numb as ice seemed to be finally melted away by the sun, and countless emotions surged up and rushed directly into his heart.

Song Yuhe sensed grievance, sadness, joy, and anger, and everything became alive.

Tiredness also followed, Song Yuhe let out a tense breath, and finally let himself fall into a peaceful sleep amidst the fragrance of roses and mint.