He Yu is a very smart person.

But sometimes, he's too stubborn to turn a corner.

For example, if he once believed that he was a straight man, then he would stubbornly think that the answer was correct, and Xie Qingcheng was just a small mistake in his path to the correct answer.

Until now, he realized that maybe Xie Qingcheng was the correct answer.

It was him who was wrong.

He Yuzheng was stiff on the bed for this amazing discovery, shocked, Xie Qingcheng had already threw his clothes on him.

"Get up."

"..." He Yu didn't return to his senses at all, and obediently dressed according to his request, his eyes were completely empty.

When he put on his clothes, got out of bed and stared at Xie Qingcheng for a while, and when he saw that Xie Qingcheng was hairy, he muttered: "Brother Xie...I...I Can you stay a little longer..."

Xie Qingcheng didn't know that his heart was shattering at the moment, and he took He Yuzhen's flustered plea as willful.

So he said, "No."

"Xie Qingcheng..."

Xie Qingcheng didn't want to admit or recall the bad things they did on New Year's Eve.

"If you really want me to rest, just leave."

"He Yu, you are torturing me by staying here."

"You go."

"But..." He Yu didn't know what he wanted to say, he wanted to grab Xie Qingcheng's hand in a hurry, as if this would make it easier to figure out the key to the problem.

However, as soon as Xie Qing's hot finger was touched by him, he instinctively pulled it back.

He Yu: "…"

Because Xie Qingcheng endured the discomfort and heat in his body, when he looked at He Yu, his peach blossom eyes were slightly dyed a sickly red.

He pushed He Yu out.

"This can't happen again between us. You go back and be quiet."

"But Xie Qingcheng, I want to be with you..."

"Also leave me alone."

After Xie Qingcheng said this to him, he was about to close the door when Aunt Li came out.

"Xie Xie, it's the first day of the new year, wow you wake up so early with your friends?"

Xie Qingcheng subconsciously pulled his collar.

But the marks on his neck are still too obvious, and there are still several points of redness exposed.

Seeing Li Miaoqing approaching, He Yu suddenly raised his hand, took off the cream-colored scarf that was sloping around his neck, and put it around Xie Qingcheng's neck. The cashmere scarf was very soft, and it suddenly wrapped Xie Qingcheng's exposed position.

Xie Qingcheng didn't know the situation, and just wanted to break free, He Yu dragged his scarf and led him over.

"Don't pick it. I'll cover you with the hickey."

Xie Qingcheng listened, and only then did he realize that he even had traces on such a high position. I don't know if he was angry or helpless, but he could only wrap around He Yu's scarf and didn't move.

Li Miaoqing stopped in front of them and said sleepily, "Hey, did you two quarrel last night? Everyone is listening to the sound of smashing things."

"...No." Xie Qingcheng said.

He Yu: "Auntie, let's watch the video. War movie."

"Oh..." Li Miaoqing yawned after hearing what they said.

Xie Qingcheng: "You got up so early today."

"Yeah, I didn't know what happened last night, I always dreamed of your house decoration, bang bang bang bang bang bang, the sound was very real... I woke up early. ."

He Yu: "…"

Xie Qingcheng: "…"

"We're up, why don't we come to Auntie's house for breakfast?"

"No." Xie Qing said, he is in great pain now, to be honest, he only had time to take a quick shower this morning, some things were not completely cleaned, and people still I had a fever, my body was lazy and hot for a while, I just wanted to let He Yu go quickly, while Xie Xue was still with Li Rouqiu, I could take a good shower, and then take the medicine and sleep.

So he said to Aunt Li: "He has something urgent and has to go home."

Aunt Li: "Oh, Xiao He is leaving now?"

He Yu didn't want to leave.

Xie Qingcheng said, "Yes."

Seeing that He Yu was still standing there, he was stunned and had no plans to leave, so he simply gritted his teeth: "I will send him."

As he spoke, he took the car key, pulled He Yu out of Moyu Lane, stuffed He Yu into his car, and got into the driver's seat.

He Yu recovered a little and looked at him with reddish eyes: "Brother Xie, you are not feeling well, I will come..."

"Stop talking."

Xie Qingcheng buckled his seat belt, started the engine, and silently drove He Yu to a nearby three-dimensional parking lot.

The old city is not easy to park. If He Yu parks for a long time, he will usually park here.

Xie Qingcheng: "Get off."

If it was in the past, He Yu would definitely not take into account what Xie Qingcheng was feeling.

But at this moment, he was apprehensive.

He Yu's mind was buzzing, and he finally got out of the car under Xie Qingcheng's tired and tough gaze.

Xie Qingcheng: "Wait a minute."

He Yu's eyes lit up slightly, like a beacon of hope.

Xie Qingcheng: "I'll give you the scarf."

“…”

The light in He Yu's eyes went out again.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, Xie Qingcheng had already threw the scarf to him, then closed the car window, and violently pushed the accelerator with one foot, Enduring the discomfort in his abdomen, waist... all over his body, he turned around and went back, leaving Heyu standing alone in a daze.

He Yuqi took a long time to find his car and got in.

A very beautiful and comfortable Rambo, but sitting in it, not the co-pilot of Xie Qingcheng, has a real feeling.

He didn't want to go home at all...he didn't want to go back to the tomb...so he just walked around the streets of the old town in a daze.

He kept thinking about what happened last night, about what happened before, about the giant beast in his chest that just learned his name, thinking about... Digestive "likes".

His whole heart was in disarray.

At the beginning of the year, there were no people along the way. He Yu drove the car from day to night. Finally, he parked the car on the side of the inaccessible road, turned on the stereo, and lay open eyes in my heart forever On the seat, thinking about the piles and pieces of the past, the past is like a tidal wave, and it can't rise above his heart.

Does he really like Xie Qingcheng?

Since when?

Does he love him?

But what is that love?

In love with his body? Is it because like attracts? Or has he unknowingly fallen in love with Xie Qingcheng's body and mind?

He Yu was troubled, confused, and confused, and wanted to take a closer look at what happened in the past.

—

He thought of Xie Qingcheng who took the initiative to press him and kiss him in bed last night.

He thought of Xie Qingcheng who was in the reservoir, lying on his back on the water, telling him all the truth in singing.

He thought of Xie Qingcheng, who was wearing a police uniform that he could never really put on under the flower tree.

He thought of Xie Qingcheng who lit a cigarette in the cave of Neverland, and said lightly that he didn't remember what the dream was.

He Yu thought about Xie Qingcheng's stubborn eyes in the clubhouse, and after the drug alcohol attack, he still held on, looking at him stubbornly. He says-

"He Yu, you and I go back. I can tell you anything you want to know."

But it was on that day...the night when he and Xie Qingcheng forged love and hatred for the first time, the night when Xie Qingcheng struggled to save him...he poured a glass of red wine, Humiliatingly, they all fell on Xie Qingcheng's snow-white shirt.

He Yu remembered that he put the wine glass down, and across the dim light, the room was wide. He tricked him into pulling the hook and touched his face with a smile.

Then said: "You lied to me so badly, do you think I will believe you?"

Yes, Xie Qingcheng lied to him and abandoned him.

But he didn't know that Xie Qingcheng's body was so broken that he couldn't even bear his own joys, sorrows and sorrows... But he gave him the last light.

He Yu remembered that Xie Qingcheng had been telling him all along, to be calm, to overcome his inner demons, and to rely on himself to get out of his inner shadow.

This is the only gift that Xie Qingcheng can give to the same kind as the first number of spiritual Ebola, and it is also the last gift.

It was he who told He Yu that the mentally ill should be treated equally.

He told He Yu to find a bridge to reconnect with society.

He said to He Yu, kid, you have to be strong.

He Yu tried his best to grow up to be a teenager who doesn't look much different from ordinary people. He even wanted to convey this idea to every patient who was in deep pain.

Just because Xie Qingcheng once said that the life of a mentally ill person is no different from that of a normal person.

The He family has a sanatorium, and it's just a small piece of meat from a big consortium. He Yu made the sanatorium into a semi-charity, giving the greatest help to the many people with psychological problems who came to seek help.

Just because Xie Qingcheng once said that cages are reserved for prisoners, not patients who have suffered too much.

After Xie Qingcheng left, he was shaky, and then staggered to stand up again, insisting that he wanted to return to a normal social group, he never hurt himself for a long time, he worked hard Restraining his emotions, the utility knife that he once attached to his wrist was discarded by him in the old days.

Just because Xie Qingcheng once asked him, kid, do you not hurt...

You…

Does it hurt…

Did you plant the seeds of admiration since then?

Is he not only in love with Xie Qingcheng's body, but also in that person's soul?

What is the soul of that person... He just listened to it before, but didn't fully understand it.

At this moment, He Yu was breathing heavily, and the tattoo on his wrist was imitated by Xie Qingcheng, as if it had turned into a black ribbon at this moment, guiding him to keep moving forward... He Follow the ribbon forward.

Here sleeps forever, famous for water books…

The boy finally tried to empathize with the man, he finally found the back of Xie Qingcheng in his heart... He saw such a person, one gave him faith, gave him help, The man who gave him the experience of defeating mental Ebola in all blood.

Seeing that man suppressed the pain, he said calmly and ruthlessly: "The life of a mental patient is more important than a doctor."

Is it a double-edged sword?

No.

No.

He Yu already understood that it was the deepest despair.

The deepest guilt.

He Yu finally knew that Xie Qingcheng, who had hated him so deeply in the clubhouse, was actually asking Qin Ciyan—Teacher, why is my life more important than yours.

He seemed to hear Xie Qingcheng say—

I am a patient.

I am a corpse you pieced together from a pool of blood.

Why did you tell those people that they would come to you first if something went wrong?

Why are you standing in my way?

He Yu suddenly understood everything and could see everything...

From the perspective of a third person, he saw the old man looking at Xie Qingcheng, seeing the old man not speaking, smiling, just like every time he saw Xie Qingcheng expressing doubts and confusion in the past, Silently, he looked at him graciously.

He Yu remembered that in the studio reservoir, Xie Qingcheng once told him that the old man was getting older, his heart was getting softer and his temper was getting better and better.

If it wasn't for Elbehai's knife stabbing his flesh and blood, he should have spent his old age with his wife, and Xie Qingcheng could bring him a bunch of lilies when he visited him and put them in the In the rattan basket in the study.

But later, Xie Qingcheng was no longer qualified to present a bouquet of flowers at the old man's grave.

Xie Qingcheng looked at his monument from a distance, and he would be driven away by his younger brothers and sisters.

But He Yu knew that he had no regrets.

—this is the soul of Xie Qingcheng.

When the man mechanically uttered those musculoskeletal sentences, he was pushing himself into the abyss.

He hated the so-called weak people who kidnapped doctors and asked them to die for the patients. He worried that those naive, reckless, too kind juniors and juniors didn't know how to protect themselves.

But it forced us to use our blood to live up to this praise."

He felt that things should not be like this.

So he sacrificed his reputation and buried his career.

—this is the soul of Xie Qingcheng.

He Yu always thought that Xie Qingcheng hated and feared patients.

But what he hates is actually himself.

He Yu didn't know that he always respected the mentally ill and protected those who were tortured both psychologically and physically, and Xie Qingcheng was one of them.

The one closest to him.

—This is the soul of Xie Qingcheng.

Like it…

Like it…

Such a person, such a heart, such a soul…

The giant beast in his chest has a name and is circling frantically in his heart.

He seemed to use the eyes of this strange beast to look down at the man who was in the hospital at that time, and saw the man and Qin Ciyan's transparent soul staring at each other, surrounded by them It is the floating ancient water spirit, swimming from the Brooklyn years to the present.

Then Qin Ciyan turned around, the old man put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and walked slowly, his back from the staggering of an old man, to the calmness of a mature man, and finally to his youth, a young man Studying in the United States as a scholar, with a thick stack of books under his arm, he smiled and looked at the water spirits flying in the sky, and finally turned his head and smiled brightly at Xie Qingcheng, who couldn't catch up with him.

"Xiao Xie, I don't need any reason to save you, because I know you will do what I want to do. If you live, I will live too."

"You are my sustenance, my child, my apprentice, my comrade-in-arms, you are the hope I leave behind. I am old, and old people always leave , the old leaves should fall to protect the new leaves. In the past, my masters also sacrificed their time, their hard work, and then there was me later."

He Yu saw Xie Qingcheng stop.

Not catching up.

Xie Qingcheng stopped.

Doctor Xie watched Dr. Qin disappear little by little, like watching the cold corpses of his parents on a rainy night. At this moment, according to his face, his expression shattered in an instant, and he stood stiffly. Standing for a long time.

He Yu knew that Xie Qingcheng could not go to Brooklyn.

He must go back. He has to look back.

Therefore, Doctor Xie raised his hand, silently and ruthlessly, put on the mask called "Betrayer", called "Coward", called "Desire". Turn around and look back at the others. Sad, resolute, resolute eyes, revealed from behind the mask.

He walked back, in the opposite direction to Qin Ciyan.

He walked into the unfinished night.

He Yu looked at... Through the eyes of the strange beast, he finally saw all this so clearly, every step of Xie Qingcheng seemed to be hitting his heart.

—this is the real Xie Qingcheng.

He Yu knew Xie Qingcheng.

Like. like.

I like this person's body, this person's heart, he likes this person's scars, and he loves his sick body.

Like.

Like…

This giant beast, let him see everything, everything about himself, everything Xie Qing presented so clearly—

So, in the middle of the long night, before dawn.

The teenager finally hoarse, facing the fragile, light morning.

Muttered after realizing it, and said: "Xie Qingcheng..."

"You...doesn't hurt..."

Xie Qingcheng, don't you feel pain...

These years.

You, does it hurt?

You...not alone...