Blame him for being too pretty

From then on, Song Yuhe moved to live with Bo Qiao openly and aboveboard.

Bo Qiao added the communication number of Song Yuhe's attending doctor, and made medicinal meals for Song Yuhe in different ways every day.

Song Yuhe finally didn't have to drink the tasteless porridge and nutrient solution anymore, but Hera's disease still afflicted him, and he always lost a lot of black hair, Song Yuhe sometimes worried about whether he would become bald.

He didn't love beauty that much before, but as his illness got worse, he would look in the mirror for a long time almost every morning, and then ask Bao Qiao.

"Am I pretty?"

Bo Qiao gave him an affirmative answer every time.

It's beautiful, it's good looking, and no one looks better than you.

Song Yuhe has no concept of beauty and ugliness. In the early stage, he would always be coaxed by Bo Qiao to be happy, and he would not look in the mirror for several days, but as his hair fell more and more, he could have hit two with one. My arms also became weak and weak, and sometimes I couldn't even hold a pen when I got sick.

As time passed, he no longer believed what Bo Qiao coaxed him to say.

He is not pretty anymore.

Bo Qiao lives with him, and always pays attention to his thoughts. Seeing that he hasn't asked "Am I pretty" for two days, she knows that Xiaomei may be autistic.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, held Song Yuhe's pale and thin face, and said in a gentle voice: "Could it be that I was with you because I fell in love with your beauty?"

Song Yuhe shook his head, he didn't know why, he just felt aggrieved, as if Hera's disease not only dragged down his body, but also shattered his mentality.

It's already spring, and the cherry blossoms and peach blossoms on Zhanzhan Island are also in bloom. Seeing that he is always depressed, Bo Qiao wants to take him to Zhanzhan Island to enjoy the flowers.

Song Yuhe followed before seeing the spring flowers.

There is a cherry blossom trail on Zhanzhan Island. When the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, they are almost full of pink petals, just like the beauty in the painting.

This was a scene Song Yuhe had never seen before. He opened his eyes wide, and stretched out his hand to catch the falling cherry blossoms. Suddenly, he felt a faint touch in his hand, and a few cherry blossoms floated into his palm.

Song Yuhe saw too much snow on Zhanzhan Island, instinctively felt that the pink petals would melt in his palm like snow, and it took him a while to realize.

This is spring snow that won't melt.

Bo Qiao followed behind him, watching Song Yuhe pick up the petals as he walked.

The picture was so beautiful that Bo Qiao couldn't resist turning on the optical computer, and stood in place to take a group of photos.

Just as he was about to put away his optical brain, he saw Song Yuhe, who was happily picking up the cherry blossoms, suddenly staggered his legs and knelt on the ground in embarrassment.

Bo Qiao was frightened, and hurried over: "Xiao Zhi?!"

The smile that Song Yuhe finally showed has disappeared. With a pale face, he tried his best to support Bao Qiao's forearm and tried to stand up, but at this moment, his legs didn't seem to be his own, and he completely lost consciousness from the waist down. Can't even stand up.

It was still a little cold in March, but Bo Qiao was already sweating on his forehead. He frowned tightly and wanted to help Song Yuhe stand up, but Song Yuhe brushed his hands away as soon as he helped him up, so he could only watch anxiously. Watching Song Yuhe try to stand up again and again, but fell back again and again.

Bo Qiao looked at him and murmured, "Xiao Zhi..."

Even though Song Yuhe's bionic program had already simulated that sooner or later he would be unable to stand up due to Hera's disease, but when this fact really happened, Song Yuhe couldn't deal with it calmly.

His eyes were red, and he tried many times to grab Bo Qiao's shoulders, but found that he still couldn't stand up, so he finally hugged Bo Qiao's neck and let out a muffled sob.

"Sir, I can't stand up."

Bo Qiao hugged him tightly and comforted him softly: "It's okay, this is just a short time, just take a rest."

Song Yuhe said, "But sooner or later, I won't be able to stand up."

This wave of illness was a bit serious. Song Yuhe couldn't stand his legs for a short time, and soon his heart seemed to be pierced by some sharp knife. The pain caused him to cover his heart and tremble all over.

Song Yuhe breathed heavily. On such a cold day, his face was covered in cold sweat, and he seemed to faint in the next second.

Bo Qiao fed him the medicine with trembling hands, hugged him and didn't know what to do to share his pain.

In the midst of a strange encounter, he suddenly recalled what Song Yuhe had asked him before.

"Sir, why did that bionic man dig out the heart?"

At that time, Bo Qiao gave him the answer "I don't know", but now Bo Qiao suddenly knew the answer.

The bionic person in "Heart" is set to awaken self-awareness and fall in love with Mr. Ying, but Mr. Ying suffers from Hera's disease, and later died of heart failure.

The bionics want to hug the fragile human beings. In order not to keep their bodies warm, they often sit by the fireplace, wanting to warm their bodies with fire and give Mr. Ying a warm hug.

After Mr. Ying's death, the bionic man dug out his "heart" with his bare hands, not for suicide or any other reason.

In the cognition of bionics, the heart is something that can be disassembled and replaced at will.

She just wanted to dig out her own heart and replace it with the dead Mr. Ying.

She thought that if she put it on, the one she loved would not have to suffer.

Seeing Song Yuhe in such pain, Bo Qiao even wanted to dig out his heart, as long as it could relieve Song Yuhe's pain a little bit, he would be happy.

This is already the middle stage of the "Second Stage" Song Yuhe simulated, even if he was reluctant, Bo Qiao still took him to the hospital.

Song Yuhe just couldn't accept it when he couldn't move his legs at first, but soon he cheered up again, and began to hold his pale face again, and asked Bo Qiao with a smile: "Am I pretty?"

Bo Qiao supported his chin and kissed him lightly, saying, "It's so beautiful."

Song Yuhe raised his jaw and asked him: "Will I become more and more beautiful?"

Bo Qiao smiled and said, "You are already so beautiful, where do you want to be?"

Song Yuhe knew that Bo Qiao was coaxing him, but he couldn't stop laughing.

Song's laboratory was separated from Song Yuhe and him, and he could barely continue to test the INC sequence data, but he couldn't make up his mind about some things, so he would still come to the hospital to ask Song Yuhe.

Song Yuhe was ordered by Song Guanxing and Bo Qiao to take a rest, and he didn't care about the research, but Song Yuhe was restless, so he secretly called him, and the two chatted in the bathroom.

He silently recorded the data, sighed, and said, "Mr. Bo and Mr. Song will definitely not let me come to the hospital to look for you next time."

Song Yuhe's legs could barely hold on for a while, he washed his hands while humming a song, and lazily said: "If they won't let you in, just send me a message, and I'll immediately make a fuss about leaving the hospital."

He couldn't help laughing: "You should cultivate well. If you can find the exact serial numbers of those INCs after all the data is tested, it may be produced early next year, and it won't even take three years." .”

Song Yuhe washed his hands: "It's still pretty fast."

If counting the beginning of next year, Song Yuhe's hands might still be able to move, and he wouldn't be lying on the bed unable to move like a vegetable.

Thinking of this, Song Yuhe suddenly acted like a thief, and quietly pulled him, and said, "He, he, you said how long it takes for normal couples to...cough, what?"

He looked at him seriously: "From your expression and tone, I can tell that 'cough cough' refers to going to bed."

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe almost pressed him and hit him.

If you know it, you know it. What do you say? !

He said with a smile: "Let's let this kind of thing take its course. Some people go to bed the day they confirm their relationship, while others may have been in a relationship for several years and go to bed on the day they get married. It varies from person to person."

Song Yuhe sat on the sink, muttering angrily: "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

There is no reference.

Song Yuhe drove him away.

In the evening, when Bo Qiao came from the company, he brought a medicinal diet, and he didn't know where he got the time to make the medicinal diet when he was in the company every day.

Song Yuhe looked at Bo Qiao, and seemed to want to ask, but he always felt that it was not good to be too active in this kind of thing.

I don't know what was added to today's medicated diet, Song Yuhe felt warm all over after drinking it, even his slightly cold legs were rarely warmed when lying on the bed.

"Sir." Song Yuhe stretched comfortably, his whole body nestled under the snow-white quilt, "It seems that my legs won't be able to move in another month."

Bo Qiao was a little sad, and forced a smile and said: "After the INC research is completed later, targeted therapy can make the leg heal again."

As he said, he lifted the quilt and squeezed Song Yuhe's leg: "I'll give you a massage every day, don't worry."

Bo Qiao was so upright that Song Yuhe was too embarrassed to say what he was thinking when he was idle and bored.

After taking the medicine, Bo Qiao slept with Song Yuhe.

Song Yuhe's whole body felt warm, and he groaned while leaning against Bo Qiao's arms, feeling sleepy after a while.

"Sir." Song Yuhe's sleepy mind made him inexplicably emboldened. He hugged Bao Qiao's waist vaguely as if in a dream, and said, "Sleep?"

Bo Qiao patted him on the back: "Well, sleep."

Song Yuhe seemed to smile, and said, "It's that kind of sleep."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao was expressionless, thinking that Song Yuhe must not know what that kind of sleep is, otherwise he wouldn't be so sick and weak and still thinking wildly.

He even started to think about it, is it because he didn't let Song Yuhe busy with the laboratory, and made him suffocate, or why did he suddenly think of such a topic?

Song Yuhe really didn't understand this, probably only knew the literal meaning.

But he really wanted to go further with Bo Qiao, and he didn't know where he read that "going to bed" was the ultimate home run, so he began to think about it.

Bo Qiao sighed, reached out and patted Song Yuhe's eyebrows: "Sleep."

Song Yuhe muttered for a while, and finally stopped thinking about it, and fell asleep.

Song Yuhe stayed in the hospital for a week, and was finally "released after serving his sentence". He was taken home by Bo Qiao and allowed to go to the company's laboratory.

It's just that everyone knows that Song Yuhe's so-called "discharge" is just an illusion, he was only able to leave the hospital for a short time, and his condition will worsen in the future.

The reason why he left the hospital now was because he wanted to take more walks outside while his legs could still move.

Hera's disease is the most hopeless disease, and every deterioration represents the increasing failure of human organs.

In the bionic simulation, although it is said that there are still three years, almost one year is spent lying on the hospital bed.

Looking at Song Yuhe getting weaker and weaker, Bo Qiao could only speed up the research process.

However, it seems that Song Yuhe almost collapsed only once when his legs couldn't move for the first time. After that, no matter how serious his condition deteriorated, he was like iron, no matter how painful the illness was, his heart was still heartless. He looks like he is very good at having fun while suffering, and sometimes he will comfort the sad-faced Bao Qiao in turn.

Because of this, Bo Qiao felt even more distressed.

On the third day when Song Yuhe's legs could not move at all, in the middle of the night he suddenly sent a message to Bo Qiao frantically.

Bo Qiao was already living in the hospital, and was a little confused when he received the news, but when he saw that it was him, he hurriedly pressed the mute button to avoid waking Song Yuhe up.

Song Yuhe turned over with a frown, his sickly face had become thinner, and even the mandible could be seen clearly.

Bo Qiao didn't wake him up, and left the ward lightly, and connected to his communication.

"what happened?"

His hasty voice came from inside: "INC's data simulation results are out!"

Bo Qiao was taken aback for a moment, and the sleepiness disappeared in an instant.