It hurts.

The scam of the contract, the truth of Xie Xue, the deception of Xie Qingcheng, and fled without looking back...

Nineteen years was like a dream, he thought he was well-disguised and deceived everyone, but in fact he was the worst lunatic who was deceived.

He Yu hugged his head and wailed, like a trapped beast covered in blood in a trap, the sound did not sound like a human being, his voice was hoarse and torn, His eyes were half-dazed and half-crazy, and he just sat in the corner with his arms in his arms, curled up like he was afraid of the cold.

What creed?

Lies!

What warmth?

Illusions!

He's a lunatic, a paranoid, an ugly, absurd, absurd, hilarious fool who exposes his scars without knowing it!

At that moment he looked very pitiful, like a dying baby in the mother's body, he was isolated from the outside world, the umbilical cord was broken, and he couldn't breathe, he sank in the boundless suffocation, The cry that can only be made in the water cannot be heard by the people on the shore.

He can only hug himself tightly, all the warmth comes from himself...

It was all his comfort to himself.

He Yu clenched his hair and froze for a long time, his eyes became more and more red, his heart became darker and darker, he finally stopped howling, he sat quietly, his body stretched out, Head up, looking at the ceiling.

Then he got up.

He looked at the decoration cabinet, which reflected his embarrassed figure.

It was terribly strange.

Boom!

He suddenly volatilized the darkness and violence in his bones, grabbed the metal decoration next to him, and smashed it on the decoration cabinet like crazy!

This is like opening the shackles of the dragon, the devil in his heart came out of the hole, vacated, roaring and roaring down the rain of hatred - he was completely crazy, He Yu roared, He smashed almost everything in the house, made his wounds worse and bloody, but he didn't care at all.

He tore down the curtains, smashed the TV, and turned everything into rubble—

His inner death, there must be something to commemorate it.

In his hand was a steel pipe detached from the window rail, and behind him was a mess, his eyes were blood red, staring at each other.

"What's the matter?"

The neighbor was scared to pee, his legs were weak, but He Yu grabbed the collar and picked it up and stood up straight.

The thick **** smell shot straight into the nose, and He Yu's blood was stained on the neighbor's good silk nightgown.

He Yu asked again: "What's the matter?"

"No no no!" The neighbors didn't expect such a **** and violent scene at a glance Yes, the neighbors dare to say anything, their cheeks are shaking wildly, and the two are fighting.

He Yu pushed him out and slammed the door shut.

The neighbor almost crawled and rolled back into the elevator, and before he touched the door, he shivered and wailed: "Wife—wife help..."

He Yu's vent was interrupted by the arrival of this person.

He panted, turned his head sideways, and at a glance, does the whole house still look like home?

It is clearly the scene of the war.

He Yu glanced around with red eyes, and felt that there was nothing to smash for him, he threw the steel pipe with his hands, walked across the ruins, and walked towards the bathroom with a blue face.

He looked at his face in the cracked mirror.

Because of the cracks, his reflection is torn apart, just like his face in society.

He Yu calmed down for a while, calmed down his breathing, and his lips slowly became calm from trembling...

The anger is over, the madness is over, and at this moment, all he has left is peace - terribly peaceful.

The violence is over and the whole nest is destroyed, what should I do next?

He should go outside, he doesn't care what is normal or abnormal at this moment, he just wants to show that abnormal appearance, spread his gnarled wings, fly out of his dark hole Go out and howl at the so-called normal people.

The young man in the mirror slowly raised his eyes, a **** hand touched his cheek suddenly, and slowly grabbed it.

The corner of his mouth, a gentle smile that looked like a gentleman, was actually no longer different from the past.

Xie Qingcheng, who was far away in the Shanghai Medical Dormitory Building, felt uneasy, and his eyelids twitched several times.

After he and Chen Xun finished eating, Chen Xun helped put the table away and was ready to go back.

Before leaving, Chen Shan said to him, "Brother, I'll come back tomorrow night. That..."

"Huh?"

"You've been off the Internet recently, it's annoying." Chen slow said softly.

Xie Qingcheng knew that he was referring to the matter about the projection of radio and television towers on the Internet, but Chen slow thought too much, he was not a person who would pay too much attention to network information, not to mention that the reality was so messy.

Xie Qing complied, and after sending Chen Wan away, he bought a new pack of cigarettes downstairs, and he called Xie Xue while smoking.

, ended the call.

The call was from Zheng Jingfeng.

"Hello, Lao Zheng."

"Xie Xie, someone in our team just saw the kid who went to the archives with you."

Xie Qingcheng's heart tightened: "Is he discharged?"

Zheng Jingfeng hummed in response, but his focus was obviously not this, he said: "Yeah, by the way, how old is your little friend? Eighteen? Nineteen? I forgot. …”

Xie Qingcheng: "...What are you asking about?"

"You thought I was willing to ask, didn't you tell me to tell you in case something happened?"

Xie Qingcheng's knuckles were slightly white: "What's wrong with him?"

"It's not a big deal, alas, I found that there is a gap between their bourgeoisie and our proletariat. Fuck, I'm 18 or 19 years old, and I'm still training in the army. That little boy of yours is probably discharged from the hospital, but he is still in a bad mood. He just drove a luxury car and went to the Kongye Club... Yo, you see there is news in our work group. I heard that he is about to drive a sports car into a car. After the rocket, I finally stopped him in front of the clubhouse. He cooperated, but his attitude was ridiculous. He got out of the car and slammed the door to have the car towed away. drive."

Xie Qingcheng: "…"

"There is also an empty night club, do you know where it is? It's really not a good place, you say it's illegal, it also conducts business in an orderly manner, and there are no activities that cross the line, but These things in the night arena are smoky, and everyone is tacit…”

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"I see." Xie Qingcheng raised his hand to rest his forehead, leaned against the window and said to his phone, "Thank you, Lao Zheng."

"That's it, you listen to me more in the future, don't get involved in your parents' affairs. Your heart should also breathe, I look at you like this, I feel Can't stand it."

“…good.”

Hang up the phone, Xie Qingcheng put on his coat and went to the Kong Ye club.

He thought about He Yu standing in front of the sofa in the villa when he was young, reluctant to give up his self-esteem, but not to part, so sad, stubborn, but forced to look at himself.

"Xie Qingcheng, I have a lot of pocket money, I can..."

I can hire you.

I don't want to be sunk in the whirlpool, please save me... Can you please save me...

He never saw the words He Yu couldn't say, the calls for help that He Yu couldn't say. He Yu's dignity allowed him to preserve his last dignity in front of Xie Qingcheng, but he also lost his last chance to seek help.

That year, he left him.

However, He Yu did not resent him too much when he saw him again.

Even when he needed help the most, it was this child who accompanied him into the Dragon Pool and Tiger's Den, and almost lost his life in the end.

When He Yu stretched out his hand to himself, he once said that someone had done the same thing to him.

But Xie Qingcheng did that because of his identity, because of his work, and because of his position.

What is this child for?

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes.

Zheng Jingfeng's words seemed to be in his ears. Said that He Yu went to the sky to spend, and said that He Yu had a bad attitude...

He knew he had never been like this before.

In order to seek approval, for the eyes of others, in order to reintegrate into this society, in order to resist the disease, He Yu never succumbed to his own desires, and never surrendered to Mephistopheles Poisoned wine, he refuses to degenerate, refuses to admit defeat, he lives ten times and a hundred times harder than ordinary people, and he has to do everything perfectly. He was too afraid of disappointing people.

A patient wants to rely on his own efforts, don't let others give up on him, don't equate him with the number one, number two, number three who died earlier.

He's been screaming for help.

That's why he is so afraid of making mistakes, afraid that he is not good enough, and afraid of disappointment in the eyes of others.

But he was left behind.

—

“…Xie Qingcheng, you are not sick, but you have no heart than me…”

The sarcasm with restraint was actually a sigh and pleading sarcasm. He heard it, but he couldn't hear the pleading and crying blood hidden in the boy.

Xie Qingcheng knew.

Some things, he really failed.

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with He Yu's scolding, but because he is too cruel, he has never done it right, never done it well.

In the Sky Night Clubhouse.

"Oh, Mr. He, rare customer, rare customer..."

The manager of the club is a very smart old man and uncle.

When He Yu was talking to the traffic police just now, he was listening by the side. Although He Yu didn't come to Kongye very often, he was a member of the circle after all. He had to help the family deal with the relationship before. I also accompanied clients here to relax.

Usually He Yu just sits by himself and chats with people in a gentle manner for a while. The atmosphere is hot, so he goes downstairs to sign the bill and ask the manager to put the consumption on his card. just left.

Today is different.

The manager's eyes were shining brightly, and he found that Young Master He didn't bring anyone with him today, but he was the only one. Moreover, what happened at Shanghai University has spread all over Shanghai. As one of the protagonists of the incident, what kind of psychological stress and abnormal behavior did He Yu have? It seemed normal to the manager.

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He Yu is a walking black card in the eyes of the manager, and the manager greets him with a smile. It is estimated that when Da Shao He said that he wanted his mother to come out for chatting, he would not hesitate to call his mother a long-distance hotline and buy an early flight ticket.

"Young Master He, which floor are you going to go to tonight? I'll arrange the best service for you right away..."

He Yu simply treated the gunshot wound on his arm before going out. Now it's still a simple plain black long-sleeved high-neck autumn shirt, jeans, and even a student-like baseball cap, but through the shadow of the brim, one can see that his almond eyes are shrouded in a haze that is rare in adult society.

He raised his head, and the light of the sky and the night of intoxication flowed through his dark eyes.

He said, "The top floor."

“…”

Suitable place.

Of course, consumption is also sky-high.

The manager thought to himself, this is true for the young master of the He family. If you want to get rid of it, don't give it a try. It's fortunate that I met him today, otherwise it's just a student who is extremely simple and casual. Dress up and replace it with a subordinate who lacks eyesight, it is estimated that the young master can be stopped.

The manager thought of this and secretly rejoiced that he had avoided a **** storm, otherwise, judging from the abnormal appearance of Young Master He today, it is not certain whether he will be messed up if he is provoked.

"You lead the way." He Yu put his hand in his jeans and said indifferently.

The manager hurriedly bowed and greeted with a smile: "Yes, yes, come, Mr. He, please come here."