Xie Qingcheng returned home with mixed feelings.

On the one hand, he became more and more unbearable to hurt He Yu, and on the other hand, he realized more and more clearly that he could not be able to "help He Yu to come out as he said in his initial confession." "

He gradually became so powerless that it even seemed that he was slowly sinking into it.

This made Xie Qingcheng feel uncomfortable and even dangerous.

Steel is his armor and weapon, Xuanbing is his heart. He desperately needs them, not the feelings of another person. This cannot be changed.

"Brother, you're back."

At the door of the dormitory, He Yu was standing with his schoolbag on his back. He was wearing a white hooded sweatshirt that was very student-like and looked at him so obediently.

"..." Xie Qingcheng glanced at him and opened the door.

He Yu entered Xie Qingcheng's dormitory before having dinner, and took the mug that Xie Qing presented to him to drink water, as if he was very thirsty. After drinking the water, as usual, put down the schoolbag, sit on the thick carpet in front of the coffee table and start doing homework.

He Yu has always been like this since the case of Zhilong Entertainment was solved.

Xie Qingcheng didn't take it seriously at first, so he let him go, especially the "blood worm" was known to Duan Wen's organization, although Jiang Liping said Duan Wen At present, it doesn't look like he will take He Yu. Xie Qingcheng is still not at ease. He Yu can come as soon as he wants. He also took this opportunity to take back the monitoring tape he sent to He Yu before and changed it. There is an emergency built-in alarm system.

But later, he was a little upset about the existence of He Yu. He opened the refrigerator, took out a can of cold beer, opened it with a click, and took a few sips to quench his thirst—he doesn't have a high tolerance for alcohol, beer is just right.

The cold wine dripped down her throat, slightly soothing Xie Qingcheng's restless heart.

He turned to ask He Yu, "What do you want to eat?"

He Yu replied, "I want to eat truffle white asparagus."

"Where can I find you truffles and white asparagus."

"Then eat the monkfish stew pot."

"Can I fish for you?"

"Then..." He Yu wanted to report the name of the dish, but seeing that the beer cans in Xie Qingcheng's hand were slightly deformed by his impatient squeeze, he changed his mouth and said, "...that's all Yes, I'm easy to raise. Brother, if you have the heart, you can give me quick-frozen dumplings."

Xie Qingcheng was so busy that he actually cooked a bag of quick-frozen dumplings to feed the child.

"..." He Yu faced the plate of dumplings with a dignified expression and a little aggrieved. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't put down his chopsticks. He wanted to order takeout from the hotel. After taking a few bites, I don't think it tastes right.

"Brother Xie, can you make handmade dumplings?"

Xie Qingcheng glanced at him: "No time."

The boy looked even more aggrieved.

It is reasonable to say that Xie Qingcheng didn't say that He Yu was wronged before. When he hated He Yu the most, he wanted to dig a hole and bury this beast himself. But now he caught a glimpse of the lost expression on He Yu's face, and he was somewhat unbearable. It was as if the child's father was disappointed when he saw that the child could not buy the beloved toy, and felt very uncomfortable.

So the godfather's mouth moved faster than his brain, Xie Qingcheng said: "...Okay, next time."

After saying that, I was startled and regretted.

He Yu's drooping head suddenly stood up.

Xie Qingcheng told him next time!

Be aware that Dr. Xie used to tell him not to be an example!

He Yuyi was very happy, the quick-frozen dumplings did not seem to be an insurmountable difficulty. He not only ate all the dumplings, but also found a bottle from Xie Qingcheng's refrigerator after the meal. The compound fruit-flavored yogurt that I didn't even touch, began to drink milk with gusto.

Xie Qingcheng ate a few dumplings to puff up his stomach, and then started to call the laboratory with the terms He Yu could not understand, but He Yu listened to it. It is still very fascinated, mainly Xie Qingcheng's voice is really good, low and slow magnetic resonance, very typical mature male subwoofer, a bit like the kind of mature male tyrant in the radio drama of the boss, after listening for a long time, the folds in my heart are all Can be ironed slowly by his magnetic voice.

It took almost an hour for a phone call, and he talked too much. When he got to the back, Xie Qing had a slight cough.

He Yu thought about it, went to the refrigerator to find another bottle of yogurt, ran over and handed it to him.

Xie Qingcheng thought he was disturbing him, turned his face away, frowned slightly and continued to talk to the person on the other end of the phone.

He Yu opened the lid and brought it to his mouth to serve him home. In the end, I didn't expect it to be delivered too quickly, and it rubbed against Xie Qingcheng's lips and profile.

Xie Qingcheng couldn't take it anymore, got distracted, paused the conversation, and said to He Yu, "Take your things away, I don't want to drink it!"

It's common for university professors to have a bad attitude, but it's rare to have such a bad attitude on the lips and face with such a whimsical stain. He Yu looked at his heart twitching, listened even more thoughtfully, and subconsciously licked his lips. He almost wanted to lean in and kiss him and lick the milk stain off a little bit.

The collaborator on the opposite side of the phone heard Xie Qingcheng synthesizing here, purifying and telling him carefully, suddenly came the sentence I don't want, and was stunned for a moment: "Why don't you drink? Don't drink it. what?"

"No." Xie Qingcheng glanced at He Yu and wiped his face with two tissues, "I have a friend at home, I was talking to him just now."

Before Xie Qingcheng would never regard him as a "friend". This seems like something to celebrate.

But this is not what He Yu wants.

What he wants is a whole person and a whole heart of Xie Qingcheng.

In fact, since the dust settled, He Yu has been recalling the kiss that Xie Qingcheng took the initiative to give him in the fire in the basement.

He Yu still remembers the eyes of Xie Qingcheng at that time.

It's very beautiful, it looks like a glass of glass under the firelight, just look at him like that.

It seems to be saying, I'm sorry kid, I can't give you more feelings.

He Yu stopped the bleeding, but he also made up the knife.

He was hurt by him, but also seduced by him.

He thought, if they died at that time, he went to the underworld and the first thing he had to do was to **** Xie Qing, whoever asked him to seduce him, he would be a romantic ghost Can't let him go.

While thinking wildly, Xie Qingcheng coughed again.

He Yu had no choice but to put down the yogurt and asked him in a hoarse voice, "How long do you have to be ready?"

"It's been a long time." Xie Qingcheng looked at the table below, "If you're really sleepy, go back to your own house, I'll disturb you."

"An hour?"

"At least two hours."

It's not good to like uncles. Uncles tend to focus on work, and they don't care too much about other things.

The young boy had no choice. He was so hot that he had to go to the bathroom first. He coughed on the phone, thought about it, and turned to go to the kitchen.

There were still some pears and rock candy in the refrigerator. He Yu searched the Internet for a recipe, and was about to start the fire when the phone suddenly rang.

"Hello, Mom."

The phone was ordered by Duan Wen to call Lu Zhishu, who wanted to take care of He Yu: "It's so late, haven't you slept yet?"

He Yu cut pears with his phone on his side: "Yes."

"In the dorm?"

"...I'm at someone else's house."

"Who?"

He Yu didn't want to talk to Lu Zhi so much.

His mentality is like that of middle school students who are unwilling to let their parents know about love.

Probably because he knew very well that Lu Zhishu and He Jiwei would not accept that he fell in love with a man thirteen years older than him, and that man was Xie Qingcheng.

So instead of answering Lu Zhishu's words, he asked, "Mom, what's the matter with you?"

Lu Zhishu: "Oh, that's it, about your illness...and about Huang Zhilong, my mother has been thinking about it for a while, and I feel very uncomfortable, but I can't worry about you. The project on the state side is coming to an end soon, and the next thing I do is the business on the Shanghai side, and I plan to return to Shanghai to live there.”

"..." He Yu cut pears for a while, "Are you going to live in Shanghai?"

"Yeah, come back next month."

He Yu thought about it carefully, but he didn't figure out any joy.

Lu Zhishu has been tender towards him for a long time, and he is also trying his best to ease the relationship with his parents, but the estrangement in his heart has already arisen, and he cannot rely on her like He Li.

But he still asked: "Then do you need me to prepare?"

Lu Zhishu smiled and said, "No, I have told the housekeeper to do it. But there is one thing I have to discuss with you."

"You said."

"I plan to hire Dr. Anthony as a resident family doctor. In the room of Dr. Xie before, you have to look at what you need to clean up. Let's vacate it for Anthony."

"..." He paused, "The signal was not good just now, I didn't hear it clearly, can you say it again?"

Lu Zhishu didn't hear the yin and yang in his tone, she always thought that He Yu liked Xie Xue, and Xie Qingcheng was only because of Xie Xue's face to have such a place in front of He Yu .

So she repeated it carelessly: "I said, Xie Qingcheng's former room, let's vacate it for Dr. Anthony, it's empty anyway."

He Yu slowly cut it down, the juice of the fruit was sticky and oozing out, soaking his hand.

"Mom, when did I say that I need a resident family doctor?"

When Lu Zhi stopped writing, she finally felt the coldness in He Yu's voice.

"He Yu, Mommy is not worried about you? I hope you get better soon? Dr. Anthony is an expert in this field, and is good at hypnosis and soothing. He is here—"

"I don't think I need to confuse myself with hallucinations." He Yu interrupted Lu Zhishu, "I want to use that room, please don't go in at will. Also, I don't need Anthony to live in My house. If you let him in, I'll live somewhere else and I won't go back."

"You...what are you talking about..."

"It's not an angry word." He Yu said, "It's just a fact."

"He Yu—"

"I have something to do here. If you have nothing else to say, I will hang up first."

He had nothing to say about Anthony.

Simmer the pears with rock sugar and simmer over low heat for an hour.

He Yu carefully put it into the porcelain cup and brought it to Xie Qingcheng's computer desk.

Xie Qingcheng put on his glasses, checked the content, and communicated with the collaborator on the other end of the phone while wearing headphones.

"Professor." He Yu asked him, "It's been two hours, how long do you have?"

He Yu shook his head.

Xie Qingcheng thought he was sleeping in his room, so he asked again, "Are you disturbing you?"

He Yu shook his head again.

"Wait for me, there's still half an hour."

He Yu gave him a whole smile.

This guy is really tense all the time.

"Forget it, it's okay, take your time."

But Xie Qingcheng thought that he was so disturbed that he couldn't sleep here, so he ended the call after being stuck in time.

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head. Just as he was about to say something to He Yu, it was dark in front of him. It turned out that He Yu had approached and was standing beside his chair.

Xie Qingcheng froze for a moment, opened the lid and took a look.

"Where did you buy the rock candy Sydney?"

He Yu smiled and looked at him without speaking.

It's going to flow out of that young man's heart. Sweetness and heat are nowhere to be found.

Xie Qingcheng came back to his senses: "You..."

"I'm smart." He Yu raised his eyebrows, and suddenly raised his hand to hold Xie Qingcheng's face, "I'll learn it as soon as I learn it, it's too simple. Eat it while it's still warm. Bar."

Xie Qingcheng: "…"

He suddenly felt that the porcelain cup in his hand was a little hot.

It was so hot that he could barely hold it.

He hasn't had such a delicate Sydney soup in... 20 years.

This thing is too troublesome and unpalatable, the entrance is sweet and bitter, and the tongue is astringent. Although it is a good medicine, there are many substitute syrups that are readily available. So since his parents left, no one has cooked such a time-consuming, laborious and troublesome Chuanbei Bingtang Sydney soup for him.

Xie Qingcheng suddenly sighed: "He Yu..."

"Huh?"

"You said it would be great if you were a woman. Before that..." He was halfway through, knowing that he had made a blunder, and he couldn't go on talking about this kind of scumbag. So he stopped, lowered his head and took a sip of pear soup.

He Yu was stunned for a moment, he vaguely felt that Xie Qingcheng's words just now were worth pondering, but he also wanted to see Xie Qingcheng's reaction to the soup he boiled. Can't turn around.

After a few seconds—

"Cough cough!!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, He Yu picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip—

"Pfft!!"

The spoon fell.

"My God! Why is it so salty!"

It turned out that He Shao did not touch the spring water with his ten fingers, and he was not familiar with the furnishings of Xie Qingcheng's kitchen. He even treated sea salt as sugar and simmered it in Sydney.

This pot is completely uneatable.

He Yu followed behind Xie Qingcheng with bluish and blushing face, a little guilty, a little complaining, and a little embarrassed.

"That...who, who knows you still have sea salt here..."

Xie Qingcheng washed the pot without saying a word and turned around.

He Yu took a step back.

Xie Qingcheng looked at him for a while, then suddenly asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"Ah...ah?"

"I'll make some handmade dumplings for you if you're not full. It has both flour and meat. It's quick to make a few. I'm done, as long as you're not sleepy."

He Yu was stunned for a while, and then he reacted.

He understood that Xie Qingcheng didn't want to owe others feelings, so he cooked Sydney pears for him, and he quickly wanted to repay the debt and make dumplings for him. He Yu had mixed feelings in his heart, and he endured it for a while, but he still couldn't hold back. Finally, he took two steps forward and stretched out his arms to hug his thin waist.

"I don't want dumplings anymore."

"So what?"

"I want you... I want you to hug me again."

He Yu stopped Xie Qingcheng before he could move.

"Don't push me away."

“…”

The boy is a bit rascal, a bit arrogant, but unconsciously, a bit pitiful.

"Xie Qingcheng."

He said.

"I'll hold you for a minute."

“…”

"Just a minute, okay?"

Xie Qingcheng's hand stopped on He Yu's shoulder, after all, he didn't exert any more force.

He felt that his tolerance for He Yu was getting more and more inappropriate. In his rules of raising cubs, this kind of behavior is actually already doting.

He didn't know if he could control it.

Things out of control should not appear in his life, he stood in the kitchen, the window showed the silhouette of He Yu hugging him. Xie Qingcheng leaned lightly on the cupboard, feeling the kind of chaos that had never happened before.

A minute should have arrived, he wanted to push He Yu away.

But He Yu put his head on his neck and said softly, "Brother... what should I do, I can't leave you more and more."

“…”

"If you are not by my side one day, I don't know what I will be like... As long as I can be with you, it doesn't matter if you eat frozen dumplings, it doesn't matter what you eat and live."

"As long as I can be with you, it doesn't matter..."

Xie Qingcheng heard what he said, and when he saw him hugging him coquettishly and expressing his sincerity so earnestly, his heart became even more chaotic. Live all he wants to say.

After that day, He Yu went to Xie Qingcheng's dormitory more frequently.

I used to go to Medical University after class, but now I have to go to the next university even during lunch break.

And like normal college students, they found the joy of eating junk food.

For example, the fried chicken shop at the gate of the school. In the past, the young master would never go in. At most, he would eat K and M.

Now, the young master not only eats the roadside fried chicken by himself, but also sometimes drags Xie Qingcheng with him.

Xie Qingcheng was there after all, so he didn't like fried food much.

After being forced by He Yu to eat two sets of salted chicken, he even went back to the dormitory to cook by himself at noon. He Yu was naturally happy and went back to rub it. When Xie Qingcheng realized that the situation was not right, he took a look and found that there were already a whole set of cartoon bowls in the cupboard, and there were even two He Yus on the table. Special cups, one for water and one for coffee.

“…”

He sighed, picked up the fox-shaped cup, frowned for a while, and put it back to its original position.

He could feel that He Yu's love for him was getting more and more enthusiastic, but He Yu's heart also became more and more fragile because he took off his armor and armor in front of him.

He used to be able to scold him casually, but He Yu had a cheeky face and pretended not to hear anything.

Now this piece of heart is peeled off in front of him, let him deal with it, he is somewhat helpless.

Several times he wanted to solemnly persuade He Yu to stay away from him, but when the words came to his lips, he met the young man's zealous eyes, and he was suddenly speechless.

Xie Qingcheng's always calm, calm and almost cold heart finally gave birth to more and more "unbearable" because of He Yu.

Xie Qingcheng realized that this matter was out of control after all.

—

When he couldn't let He Yu give up on loving himself, but he couldn't refuse He Yu's pleas and eyes, then what he should do was already clear.

Another weekend.

He Yu had a meal at Xie Qingcheng's house.

When Xie Qingcheng was washing the dishes, he suddenly leaned over and asked, "Xie Qingcheng, do you have time tomorrow?"

"What?"

"I happen to have two tickets for Rigoletto's musical, and no one accompanies me to see it, you see if you are interested..."

Xie Qingcheng did not answer immediately.

He made up his mind these few days to have a good talk with He Yu, some things can't go on like this, even if the process of talking will be cruel, but it is like checking for cancer, the more it happens The sooner you can stop it.

Xie Qingcheng looked back at He Yu for a while after finishing all the kitchen cleaning utensils.

The boy's eyes are very obsessed, he looked at it, and felt that it was a pair of precious eyes.

Unfortunately, it is necessary to wake up after all.

Xie Qingcheng finally asked him: "What time is tomorrow?"

"Seven thirty in the evening." He Yu was obviously happy, "If you go, we can have dinner first, and then—"

"Tomorrow night, I and other professors are going to give a lecture at another school." Xie Qingcheng added to the sudden disappointment in Shang He Yu's eyes, "I should be there at half past seven. . Is it at the Shanghai Grand Theater?"

"Yes." He Yu nodded quickly.

“…good. I’ll be there.”

Go with him again.

Then talk to him candidly and end He Yu's growing dependence on him.

Xie Qingcheng knew that He Yu and he could not have any results, age, sexual orientation, gender, and physical condition... There are too many gaps in the middle, one will only be scarred by moving towards the other .

To be too obsessed with love at all costs is a disease.

The surgery is painful.

But still need to go to the doctor.

Xie Qingcheng agreed to He Yu's invitation and made preparations to personally end this already somewhat uncontrolled relationship.

However, the next afternoon, something unexpected happened.