Xie Qingcheng only felt a bang in his head.

As if something shattered, or something exploded violently and burned.

He opened his eyes wide, and the rational string in his mind was completely blown at this moment.

He didn't believe that He Yu could do such a thing.

He Yu hates people saying he is **** the most. In junior high school, because a boy confessed to him and gave him roses, he also broke other people's calf bones.

Xie Qingcheng is really calm, but this is beyond his tolerance.

His face involuntarily burned hot and shocked.

After a brief separation between the lips and the kiss, he suddenly regained his senses. Just as he was about to take this opportunity to turn his face, He Yu grabbed his hair and pulled him back, and kissed it harder and deeper.

He breathed with the hot breath of a teenager, Xie Qingcheng had never kissed anyone so intensely, let alone in public.

Not to mention that he is the one who is passively kissed.

Not to mention that the one who kissed him was a student, boy.

When Xie Qingcheng came back to his senses, his whole body was trembling with anger, and his eyes burned red instantly.

But where do people around you think so?

They are a different social group from the audience in the movie theater. They are more open and love to watch the fun. At this time, they have already stood up and applauded and laughed to watch the fun.

"Two lines!"

There are also hooligans whistling: "Handsome guys, there is a love hotel upstairs! After we have eaten enough dog food, you two can go upstairs to run errands!"

How could Xie Qingcheng's male self-esteem stand this kind of stimulation, but as soon as he struggled violently at the beginning, he saw that He Yu's thin lips were still wet with him, and he was close to his lips. Less than half an inch away, he smiled softly in a voice that only he could hear: "Brother, I scare you. In fact, it's okay, it's normal in the bar."

He touched him lightly with the tip of his nose: "We're just having fun, but if you keep making a fuss, it's a joke. Do you want people to see a joke?"

“…”

"Anyway, I'm not afraid of losing face, I'll follow you."

He Yu rubbed him gently again: "But if you promise me to come back to me, I will let you go immediately."

"I just want you to die."

He Yu's eyes showed a kind of madness that did not belong to human beings, but he still smiled, but the smile was a bit scary, and a bit like a coquettish: "Oh...then I will continue. Well, let's finish the whole thing here."

“…!”

If Xie Qingcheng's face was blue before, now it's completely white, dead white.

Because He Yu's brain is abnormal, his thinking logic is different from that of normal people, he is now in a state of self-defeating, no one knows when he will suddenly regard the original bottom line as garbage Weeds to trample hard.

Xie Qingcheng used to look at He Yu's beautiful almond eyes, and he could tell at a glance when he was joking, when he was hesitating, and when he was serious again.

But now he is looking at the pair of eyes in front of him, so close, but he can't see anything clearly, the eyes are like a layer of fog, he can no longer see through that The little devil he used to know.

He Yu is really crazy, his hands are even groping for his buckle.

However, He Yu is still a person at this point. He doesn't care if he is photographed, but his other big free hand directly covered the upper half of Xie Qingcheng's face. From the forehead and eyebrows to the tip of the nose, only a pair of thin lips and a raised chin were exposed.

Seeing that he froze, He Yu finally said with a smile, "Xie Qingcheng, come back."

Xie Qingcheng asked himself that he was not afraid of anything, but at this moment he was really frightened by He Yu.

Insane.

Does this person belong to this society? Is he still sensible?

He Yu covered his eyes and kissed his lips again.

Xie Qingcheng didn't want to be kissed like this by him, and suddenly stopped talking, letting He Yu scorchingly kiss those ruthless, thin and cool lips.

“…”

Xie Qingcheng was obviously kissed by him and did not speak.

The boy closed his eyes, rubbed his side jaw, and said, "Brother, if you ignore me, I think you agreed."

Staring at those thin lips.

He actually didn't know that he hated homosexuality so much, and even more hated being treated as homosexual, but as long as he could get the company of Xie Qingcheng, he would do such a thing without hesitation. what is this.

For a moment, he really wanted to kill He Yu.

But he held back.

He Yu was in a stalemate for a long time and did not get a clear rejection from Xie Qingcheng-because Xie Qingcheng was almost dizzy, and he had never experienced such a nervous battle. One thing at a time is clueless and doesn't know what to do with it.

But in He Yu's eyes, this is the default.

So he finally let go of Xie Qingcheng contentedly, and pulled him into his arms with a smile in a victorious attitude, lest the onlookers around take pictures of Xie Qingcheng's face , his eyes are sullen on the surface, but deep down there is extreme joy.

He hugged him and swayed gently by the bar and dance floor, as if a child finally bought the long-awaited cake, he lowered his head and whispered into his ear: "Brother , you are good, you promised me."

“…”

"Then I won't embarrass you."

"If you are obedient, I will still be your little devil."

“…”

Creepy tenderness.

"This time, you have to treat me well. Don't lie to me again, you know?"

focus.

He Yusong Xie Qingcheng, Xie Qingcheng looked like he didn't want to speak at all.

A person who is too calm may even be numb to the aftertaste of such a strong stimulus.

Although no one is holding a mobile phone anymore, He Yu is a person with a strong sense of personal sphere. He doesn't mind others slapping his face, but he cares that he has touched someone who has slept and was photographed , so beasts return to beasts, and he paid great attention to shielding Xie Qingcheng during the whole process.

Now he took off his sports baseball cap and put it on Xie Qingcheng, pulling down the brim.

He seems to be in a better mood.

He Yu said to Xie Qingcheng, "wait for me here."

Xie Qingcheng looked at him with a look that was not like a living person.

He Yu smiled without realizing it.

Leaned over and said something to the staff behind the bar, the staff nodded.

Occasionally, there will be customers in the bar to take the DJ job. Some of these people are out of love, some are for seduction, some are out of boredom, and some are purely adolescent boys who love to show off.

He Yu didn't plan to figure out which category he belonged to. He only knew that he suddenly wanted to do it, so he did it.

He communicated well with the resident, walked to the stage, and took the guitar handed over by the other party.

He Yu lowered his eyelashes, and under the pale spotlight, played a tune that Xie Qingcheng had never heard before. The lyrics were in English, and the melody was stretchy and charming.

The boy's **** is light, and he will smile at the spectator below when he taps the string plate, and a little tiger's teeth are faintly exposed on the side.

He looked comfortable and gentle, playing a song that Xie Qingcheng did not know.

He Yu watched Xie Qingcheng from a distance for a while, and felt extremely satisfied with the result, even though Xie Qingcheng didn't look at him.

Towards the end, he lowered his head and concentrated on a period of fingerpicking, finally put down the guitar, raised his head to face the spotlight that fell on him, and slowly closed his eyes.

The dust was floating in the light, but it couldn't really settle in a moment and a half, the people in the audience applauded, He Yu felt very comfortable at that moment, far more comfortable than before The ten best young people with tight rules are much more comfortable.

He thought, in the future, he must ask for it directly.

If others don't give it, he will ask for it regardless.

He was too restrained and gentle in the past, what's the use of getting praise and recognition, but in the end, he worked hard to become that embarrassed appearance, but still nothing.

It's not like now, as long as he doesn't care about face, he can get anything - everything.

In hand.

Unfortunately, this satisfaction did not last long.

A few days later, He Yu prepared everything and even cleaned the guest room where Xie Qingcheng used to live. After confirming that Xie Qingcheng would be satisfied and comfortable, he happily called He made a phone call to the other party and asked when Xie Qingcheng would come.

As a result, the smile on the microphone slowly faded away.

It became a cream on the corners of the lips.

What he waited for was the man's refusal reply after thinking about it. When he listened to the cold voice of the man on the phone, there was even a little bit of dust on his face that had not been wiped clean after the cleaning.

The man said it clearly:

This is not acceptable.

He Yu just wanted to mention the photo, but Xie Qingcheng was actually faster than him. Without waiting for him to exit, he said directly:

You send. Send the **** you want. But as long as you dare to send it to Xie Xue, we will never have to see each other again, and even the relationship in bed will end here. Think for yourself.

The excitement suddenly dissipated, leaving only the gray-faced embarrassment.

Xie Qingcheng's meaning is very clear, take a step back and forget about the bed, anyway, for Xie Qingcheng, to understand it is to kill the body. Xie Qingcheng has taken this matter very indifferently, and He Yu can't hurt him in this way, let alone get anything from him in this way.

Now it seems that it is He Yu who is sad.

Because He Yu lost himself.

But Xie Qingcheng did not.

After going to bed, after the initial psychological stress response, Xie Qingcheng could no longer be shaken. He adjusted his mentality and sometimes even regarded He Yu as a young lady who came to the door.

Although he does not need this kind of service, and the lady does not serve this way, this mentality can bring him back to the high position he is accustomed to.

—Going back to be a private doctor will not work.

It is a matter of social status and employment. If he agrees to this, he will lose both body and mind to He Yu. And a waste of his precious time.

So he refused.

I have to say. Xie Qingcheng's handling of He Yu is actually far more skilled than He Yu's handling of Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng is right, in the entanglement of their desires, it seems that Xie Qingcheng is the one who suffers, but the one who really lost himself is actually He Yu.

Xie Qingcheng is still the calm and ruthless Doctor Xie.

After receiving a clear rejection from the other party, He Yu was very gloomy, as if from the warm spring of April in the world, it fell back to the cold winter of Biandian's bones.

He originally had hope, and even full of confidence, he has sat upright, waiting for the return of the person who abandoned him four years ago.

The result was a loud slap in the face.

The dream is shattered, again.

He Yu had to stay at home, taking medicine continuously.

A person is easy to get sick when he is suddenly happy and sad, and he is sick again.

Mental Ebola was a serious attack once, He Yu felt as cold as ice, but his body temperature broke 40 degrees Celsius, and when he opened his eyes, it seemed that even the retina was burned.

He was lying on the bed and sent a message to Xie Qing, he said, I am sick, I am sick.

I am sick Xie Qingcheng.

I am sick, Dr. Xie.

No reply.

Xie Qingcheng may think that he is lying, or that his death has nothing to do with him.

In short, he never gave He Yu a reply, and He Yu was also getting sicker and sicker during this long wait.

He Yu didn't care, the personal doctor came and went, and he changed several times, but he couldn't relieve his symptoms. He simply stopped letting people bother him later.

Lest he has to try his best to restrain his strong desire to hurt.

He shut himself in his room, and there were several books on the bookshelf devoted to rare diseases in the world, and he took out one of them to read.

In that book there is a case called "ossification disease" that impressed him deeply.

It is about a seemingly normal little boy abroad. When he was six years old, he accidentally broke a bone while playing. The doctor performed an operation on him according to conventional treatment, but after the operation, the boy Not only did the leg injury not heal, but it became more and more swollen, and there was bone hyperplasia around it.

In order to restore health, the boy underwent more than 30 large and small surgeries before and after, and finally the doctor was shocked to find that the boy's muscle tissue was abnormal, as long as he was injured by the outside world, The boy's body will turn on a strong self-protection mechanism and grow hard bones to resist external shocks.

"Similar to ALS, but even more terrifying." Xie Qingcheng explained to him back then, "He can't be hit by any, even the smallest degree. A normal person bumps, that is, produces A little bruise, but bone grows from his impact site. Slowly, the patient's entire body will be sealed with bone and unable to move."

The boy in the case went through a long period of pain, watching his flesh gradually harden into bones, and finally ended this painful life when he was in his thirties.

"Because of his ossification, doctors couldn't perform surgery on him, and he couldn't do any tests that hurt him even a little bit - not even drawing blood. So he had a wish before he died, He hoped that doctors could better study his case. In the future, if there are people who unfortunately suffer from the same disease as him, they can be cured and lead a life completely different from his own, so he chose to donate his body to the hospital. "Xie Qingcheng said to the boy who was fascinated at that time, "His skeleton is still stored in the museum."

But He Yu's attention was more focused on another photo, which was a showcase adjacent to the man's remains. There was also a similar skeleton, which looked smaller and had almost ribs. All stick together into one piece, very terrifying.

"That's another girl." Xie Qingcheng noticed his gaze and said, "The communication at that time was not developed, they were not from the same country. When no one knows the loneliness, there is actually a **** the other side of the strait who has the same disease. It was only after his death that the girl learned that she had another person in this world who could sympathize with the same disease."

" But the girl was optimistic and did not give up her life because of ossification. She focused on fashion and designed a lot of special dresses for herself to participate in events... After she died, she did the same The choice, and then people put their remains side by side in the medical museum. They never saw each other in their lifetimes, and maybe they can support and comfort each other after death—that's a little bit of the vision of the director of the museum."

Xie Qingcheng closed the book and said to He Yu, who had a fever and was a little sleepy.

"Maybe someone suffers from the same pain as you, but you don't know. Maybe that person is also working hard to live, but you don't know. He Yu, don't lose to others."

The young He Yu was dazedly burned, thirsty for blood, but powerless, he was trapped in the soft thick bedding, squinting his eyes and looking at Xie Qingcheng's face vaguely :

"Then after I die, will someone be stored alongside me in the museum?"

"I'm afraid your bones have no meaning to show." Xie Qingcheng said, "So I suggest you first think about how to live well."

What is the meaning of being alive?

Some are for money, some are for power, some are for fame and fortune, some are for love and family.

And these things seem to have nothing to do with him now, they either abandoned him, or he has no interest in it.

He Yu casually played with a stationery knife and took special medicine, but there was still no significant effect. He sat by the window and looked at the busy servants below. It didn't take long for him to find himself restraining Unable to imagine the scene of cutting their throats open one by one, he looked away.

Hands are shaking, pupils are shrunk tightly, but there is no expression on his face.

He pushed out the blade and placed it on his wrist. He was still the same as before, transferring the harm to others to himself.

The scars and tattoos on the wrist are very light. He tilted his face and looked for a while, clinging to the blade, and slashing down lazily—

N-o-t-h-i-n-g…

The voice of the tattoo artist seemed to sound again in my ear: "This sentence is a bit long and it will hurt a lot, why don't you change it?"

"It's fine."

It's okay, that's all.

Nothingofhimthatdothfade,

Butdothsufferasea-change,

Intosomethingrichandstrange.

He watched the letters appear one by one, blood dripping like spider silk. He thought, maybe this is what Xie Qingcheng wanted to see, his karma.

Even if he is dead now, Xie Qingcheng knows, maybe he will set off firecrackers to celebrate...

The boy sat silently by the window on the second floor of the villa, outside was a large swathe of burning sunlight, so dazzling that he gradually couldn't open his eyes. He was in a trance, swaying, and then...

It seemed to be very light all at once, and the evening wind blew across his face, bringing him a long-lasting tenderness.

He leans forward, falls…

"Bang!"

—

"! Young master! Young master fell!"

"My God! Help!"

"First aid! Hurry!"