With such an episode, when the two of them want to rest again, the night is already deep.

Because they analyzed a lot of things together tonight, Xie Qingcheng looked at He Yu, and finally there was no such heavy resistance as before.

"Get some rest."

He coughed a few times.

He Yu: "It's still cold?"

Xie Qingcheng: "It's fine. I'll drink some more hot water and rest for a night."

He said, and walked to the table with the front of his clothes closed, where there was unfinished water, which was still warm.

Xie Qingcheng was leaning against the table, and while he flipped through the information again, he slowly drank the water.

After all this tossing, Xie Qingcheng looked more tired than before. He didn't know if he smoked too much and was in poor health. Since He Yu met him again, he only felt that his physical fitness was Gradually fade away visible to the naked eye.

Cold and fleeting beauty.

He Yu stood there and watched for a while, looking at the person who couldn't hold it like a mist, and gradually became a little lost.

Xie Qingcheng turned around and said, "What's wrong?"

He Yu said: "Nothing... I'll go out and wash my face. You go to bed first."

He went out, cut some fabrics, and wrapped his wrists so that Xie Qingcheng would not see the marks of his self-injury when he fell asleep, and then returned to the house.

He knew that he actually had more extreme thoughts about Xie Qingcheng than those criminals Wang Jiankang.

Wang Jiankang and the others murdered and organized prostitution. He felt that they were too low-level. This kind of crime purely for money, power, fame and fortune is as ugly, stupid and unsightly as a dog rolling in a quagmire.

Although he has a strange spirit, he has no interest in these things they do. The perverted psychology in his bones makes him want to carve Xie Qingcheng into a completely his artwork.

The so-called carving is to blind him, so that he can only follow himself.

Closely fit, his body and his body are tightly bonded together by the blood and the regenerated skin.

So he can get him.

He and his only companion in the world, breathing and heartbeat are the same.

He Yu stood by the wall and tasted the blood in his heart for a while, then sighed and walked to the bed.

—Xie Qingcheng reserved one side of the bed for him this time.

But he dared not sleep.

He Yu slowly took off his clothes, chose to lie down on the floor, and closed his eyes.

“…”

After he closed his eyes, Xie Qingcheng opened them, his eyes squinted, and his eyes fell on He Yu's face in the dark.

What is this guy doing?

He didn't want to sleep with him before, but He Yu wanted to squeeze in.

Now he doesn't care where He Yu slept, and even seeing that he didn't move rashly, he reserved a bed for him to save the child from catching a cold.

But the child is not sleeping again, which is so baffling.

After a while, he seemed to be aware of his gaze, and He Yu suddenly opened his eyes again.

Xie Qingcheng: "…"

He Yu: "…"

The person on the bed rests on the pillow and meets the eyes of the person under the bed.

"..." He Yu's voice seemed a little muddy, like the sound of the Buddha's bell that suppressed the evil beast.

"What are you looking at?"

Xie Qingcheng was very direct in speaking and doing things. Since he asked, he didn't beat around the bush: "Why are you sleeping again."

"The bed is too hard, you are too thin, it is uncomfortable to lie down and hold. And you smell of smoke."

“…”

He Yu: "I despise you."

"Then you'd better keep disgusting." Xie Qingcheng turned off the light: "Sleep."

It was dark all around, and the room returned to darkness.

He Yu pulled the quilt over his face, and whispered in a voice that the other party could not hear: "Xie Qingcheng, you are so stupid. I lied to you."

Xie Qingcheng was sleeping beside him, but he took out his mobile phone from the quilt, silently opened Xie Qingcheng's WeChat interface, and entered a few words that would not be sent by him. .

"Thank you, good night."

Then he exited the page, clicked on the photo of Xie Qing's profile, and kissed lightly.

He can only let out a little bit of his turbulent emotions like this.

Otherwise, he felt that the morbidity he finally suppressed by self-injury would make a comeback.

He Yu doesn't care if he does animal things or not, anyway, his image in Xie Qingcheng's eyes is already a beast.

But he can't stand the so-called Xie Qingcheng.

Even if Xie Qingcheng is the toughest, bravest and most powerful man he has ever seen, He Yu still feels that a person's ability to bear is not endless.

Xie Qingcheng has endured too much, he doesn't want his desire to be the last straw that crushes him.

This night just passed.

The next morning, Xie Qingcheng and He Yu inquired about the residence of Lu Yuzhu's ex-husband from the lodging farmhouse.

"His house should be in the center of the county." The peasant woman was not so sure, she turned her head and asked her husband, "Is it there?"

Husband: "Yeah, it seems to be on the North Street of the county seat, I'm not familiar with it, I'm not sure, but it's almost like that."

After the man finished speaking, he greeted them enthusiastically: "Are you going there? I just happened to pick you up."

He took their transportation, and of course it was the cool tractor.

,Hahaha."

The people in the village were outspoken, and He Yuwai was too late to stop him, so he had to raise his hand helplessly to help his forehead.

Xie Qingcheng listened and understood.

He frowned slightly and looked at the boy beside him.

Although he saw the dish last night, he knew that He Yu bought it for him, but it was confirmed, and the feeling was even more subtle.

Xie Qingcheng took care of Xie Xue, Li Rouqiu, and Chen Man like this. But he wasn't -- and was very unaccustomed to being looked after in reverse.

This feeling even made him a little uncomfortable, and he didn't understand what He Yu was trying to do.

After all, the two of them are just a bed partner relationship that has ended.

He Yu: "I bought it at random. Don't stare at me again? It's scary."

Xie Qingcheng: "...get on the bus."

Although it is the 2020s, there are still fragments of the old era everywhere on the road in Qingli County.

The lintel of the grocery store is written in red lacquer with the atmosphere of the 1980s.

The price list has been dropped or smashed on the glass window of the hair salon.

The gate of the campus is wearing navy blue factory clothes selling fried skewers, and the owner of the rice cake shop is lazily picking his teeth. Strings of low-quality plastic toys, popping candy, potato chips, and colorful candies hang on the door of the small shop.

He Yu was born after the millennium. Although he has an understanding of these 8090 or even 70 colorful things, he has little contact with them.

Xie Qingcheng was different. He walked on the streets of Qingli County, and his eyes showed some nostalgia.

Especially when he saw a Weixin food store in front of Qingli Primary School that had long since disappeared in Shanghai, his footsteps even seemed to be tripped by an invisible rope, and suddenly became a little slow .

He Yu followed his gaze and was taken aback: "2 yuan for a cup of pearl milk tea?"

Xie Qingcheng: "It used to be the same price."

He Yu: "...when was it before?"

"Let me think."

Xie Qingcheng thought for a while, put his hands in his pockets, and walked to Weixin Food Store: "When you were not born."

He Yu: "…"

"Boss, two cups of milk tea, and I want to ask you about a place."

He Yu said in a low voice, "Just ask the place, what are you buying this milk tea for. Can you drink it for two yuan a cup?"

Xie Qingcheng: "Two yuan a cup won't kill you."

The owner was very enthusiastic and wrote the specific address of Lu Yuzhu's ex-husband's house on a greasy post-it note and handed it to them. After a while, the milk tea was ready.

Xie Qingcheng took a sip and felt very satisfied. The milk tea tasted like before.

When he was young, he also wore a school uniform on the way home. Xie Ping and Zhou Muying are very busy with work. When he was in elementary school, they gave him five yuan in pocket money every day, and asked him to buy something to put himself in the stomach after school, otherwise Xie Qingcheng might be too fast when the two police officers come back. starving.

The drink, pearl milk tea, appeared at the gate of their school in the fifth and sixth grade of Xie Qingcheng Primary School.

For a fresh drink, the queue at the beginning of the opening was more than ten meters long.

Xie Qingcheng liked to go to the milk tea shop at that time, because the milk tea shop provided a place for students to sit and do their homework. The shop also sold all kinds of fried skewers, grilled sausages, and soup balls. Xie Qingcheng ordered a cup of milk tea, some snacks, and finished his homework quietly. After going back and forth, his parents also knew that after work, he had to go to the milk tea shop at the gate of the school to have a look. Maybe Xie Qingcheng stayed inside before finishing his homework, so that they could take him home by the way.

Afterwards, Huzhou has undergone earth-shaking changes. This kind of small shop is like confetti on the street, gradually disappearing.

Two yuan a cup of pearl milk tea for Xie Qingcheng is not just as simple as milk tea, but means that Xie Ping's bicycle bell rings outside the store in spring, summer, autumn and winter—

The owner greeted: "Xie police officer, come to pick up my son."

The man responded, walked in with a smile, and patted Xie Qingcheng's head: "Let's go, I know to drink milk tea every day and go home for dinner."

…

"Puff-cough-cough!"

Xie Qingcheng's memory was suddenly interrupted by an earth-shattering cough.

He turned his head and faced the source of the voice, seeing that although He Yu was patient, his face was slightly blue, the young master put down the milk tea, and looked like he was about to enter the crematorium.

Xie Qingcheng: "...what's the matter."

He Yu was embarrassed to say something in front of the owner, pulled Xie Qingcheng and walked out.

As soon as he got outside, he couldn't help it: "Can this thing drink?"

"I grew up drinking."

“…”

He Yu: "You, you..."

Xie Qingcheng: "Forget it, I have a generation gap with you. You can't understand me."

He Yu firmly chose the latter between "understanding Xie Qingcheng" and "not drinking poisonous arsenic". He threw away the milk tea, and thought very scientifically that drinking such a thing would not be able to get through the second line of Ren Du and understand Xie Qingcheng. Li Rouqiu must have drunk this stuff. She is so old, can she not drink it?

Does she understand Xie Qingcheng?

No.

Then obviously, there is no need to drink this poison.

Xie Qingcheng drank very much. He drank bubble tea all the way, but he didn't even smoke. The two followed the address given by the shopkeeper and searched all the way. After eating the last glutinous rice pearl, the two stopped in front of a commercial and residential storefront.

The two uncles looked at the name of the shop, and then looked at the address and house number.

—The shop had a thick red curtain, and the words "massage", "hairdressing", "foot wash" were randomly written on the dirty glass door, but they did not indicate the price.

At the top is the name of the shop: "Awen Shampoo".

This is a hair salon that does "that" business, apparently.

They never thought that Lu Yuzhu's ex-husband would live in such a place, Xie Qingcheng hesitated a little before stepping forward and knocking on the door.

After more than ten minutes, just when the two suspected that there was no one inside, the curtain of the hair salon was pulled a little, and the sliding glass door was also opened a crack.

Behind the curtain stood a young girl, very young, looking only eighteen or nineteen years old. The girl first watched them vigilantly from head to toe, and then seemed to have come to a certain judgment, and was about to close the door without saying a word.

Xie Qingcheng pressed the door: "Please wait."

The girl looked at him blankly.

Xie Qingcheng: "Is Yi Qiang there?"

Yi Qiang was the name of Lu Yuzhu's ex-husband.

When the girl heard the name, she closed the door and paused: "Aren't you the police?"

He Yu was really speechless, even if it was a policeman, if she asked, the police would not admit it.

But he still replied to her: "No. We are here to find Yi Qiang."

"My dad has been out for months and is not home."

He Yu was startled, Dad?

Could this person be the daughter of Lu Yuzhu and Yi Qiang?

But she doesn't look like Lu Yuzhu at all, and she looks weak. If the girl last night was her, He Yu would not have let her escape successfully, let alone mistake her for Lu Yuzhu himself.

"Are you Yi Awen?"

The girl replied numbly, "That's my sister. My name is Lulu."

It turns out that she is the daughter of Yi Qiang and his remarried wife.

Seeing that the two men weren't here to find fault, Lu Lu's vigilance relaxed a little, but she still stared at their faces: "Do you have anything to do with my dad?"

"It's not a very important matter, if he's not there, it's fine. By the way." He Yu said casually, "Can we meet your sister."

Lulu shrank back, her entire face was almost hidden behind the curtain, and she only looked at them from a slit.

"My father is not here, and my sister is not here either. Let's go."

Xie Qingcheng: "We are not the police, and we have no malicious intent, can you..."

Lulu has closed the door.

Xie Qingcheng was about to knock on the door again, but He Yu grabbed him and shook his head: "Let's go first."

The two left the door of Awen's hair salon, and He Yu said, "We can't ask anything like this. Comparing our hearts, those who survive in this environment will be very alert."

"Then what do you say."

He Yu: "Try again in the evening."

Xie Qingcheng finally figured out what He Yu wanted to do after dinner.

The young man asked the lodging farmer for some old clothes that the locals would wear, and put them on randomly, then cut some hair, carefully glued it into the shape of a beard, and put it on his face. Posted it, and finally put some low-quality bronze-colored loose powder bought from a small daily chemical store in Qingli County in front of the mirror and puffed it on my face.

Make-up and face-lifting course is an elective major of the School of Communication, and I didn’t expect it to come in handy at such a time.

When He Yu came out of the bathroom, Xie Qingcheng was startled.

Where is this handsome and gentle male college student from before? It is clearly a sloppy villager described by wind and rain.

He Yu smiled: "How is it?"

“…completely unrecognizable.”

"Yes, then I'll make one for you too."

Xie Qingcheng narrowed his eyes: "What's your idea?"

He Yu said, "What else can I do at the hair salon at night?"

Xie Qingcheng: "You don't want to..."

"When that Lulu was talking, I looked in the crack of the door, there were several girls sitting inside, I couldn't see how many, but there were always four or five. This store is doing illegal business, we will go to inquire about the news, and we will definitely find nothing." He Yu took Xie Qingcheng's hand and took him to the bathroom, "You have to pretend to be a guest. Come on, I will transform it for you. A makeup. I have already made up the caliber, so I said it was introduced by someone in the nearby village, and I wanted to have some fun, but I was afraid of being discovered and didn’t want to do it in my own village, so I came to patronize their business together.”

Xie Qingcheng felt that this person was really messy sometimes.

On second thought, although this is a really bad idea, there really seems to be no other way now.

He Yu put makeup on Xie Qingcheng. When he was doing these time-consuming things that required meditation, he liked to listen to some music, with random songs floating on his phone.

The music was playing, and cut to a song that was very familiar to He Yu.

He listened to it for a while and realized, oh, this is the soundtrack of the movie "The Tuner".

He Yu's makeup brush suddenly paused, and an idea came to mind.

"Xie Qingcheng."

Xie Qingcheng opened his eyes: "Huh?"

"Would you mind wearing your contact lenses? I just happen to have a style in my suitcase that I could use. I have an idea that maybe I can make those girls feel more relaxed when they're hosting us. ."