Xie Qingcheng walked away directly from the shooting site, not even returning to the director's studio.

Fortunately, this is the last show tonight. He Yu watched his performance in front of the monitor, communicated with the director for a while, and was ready to pack up and leave.

But at this moment, Chen slow walked up to He Yu.

Chen slow really didn't leave, he saw everyone came back, only Xie Qingcheng disappeared, so he ran to ask He Yu: "Did you see Brother Xie?"

He Yu did not answer.

Chen slow asked again, and his tone seemed a little anxious.

He Yu slowly raised his head and zipped up his schoolbag: "Just call him directly and ask me what I'm doing."

"His cell phone is dead, and he asked me to borrow a charger before, but I didn't have time to give it to him..." Halfway through, seeing the ice scum in the young man's eyes, Chen slow stopped abruptly mouth.

He Yu smiled, with a sweet and serene smile: "You lost someone, why ask me. Officer Chen, aren't you more familiar with him?"

After saying that, the smile was twisted away again, the weather could be called a morbid state, so I slung the schoolbag on one shoulder, put it in my pocket and left.

He estimated that Xie Qingcheng hadn't gone far, and most of the time he took a quieter road, so after getting into the nanny's car, he asked the driver to drive to the fork in the road.

There is rarely such a torrential rain in winter, and the windows are blurred, but He Yu still recognized the figure not far away at a glance, he thought that his guess was right, so he let The driver catches up.

The driver couldn't understand He Yu's moody heart, but when he glanced in the rearview mirror, he felt that He Yu's face was not worried, and he thought that Boss He did not like this man, so he drove the car fast, the wheels Deliberately ran over a puddle and splashed Xie Qingcheng with mud.

“…”

The automatic door of the nanny car slowly opened, and the heating inside the car rushed to the face, but it made the frost and snow between Xie Qingcheng's eyes even colder.

"Are you interesting, He Yu." Xie Qingcheng saw who was in the nanny's car, and every word was like an ice blade, "You are not childish!"

He Yu sat in the nanny car, parked in front of Xie Qingcheng, and was scolded by him, but he felt a twisted pleasure in his heart.

He thought that Xie Qingcheng was so embarrassed, so angry, and had such a big reaction, all because of him.

That Chen slow is too stupid, whether it's milk tea or warmth, Xie Qingcheng's response is always indifferent.

He Yu has already tested it with his seven years of life, Xie Qingcheng, it is useless for you to be nice to him, and it is useless to be gentle with him, this man has no heart, It doesn't get hot for a long time.

Only rudeness and insults could make him move his noble gaze to himself.

It's better to do it yourself - no one can get Xie Qingcheng's love, but he at least gets Xie Qingcheng's hatred.

He Yu didn't realize that he cared about Xie Qingcheng's love, and it was very abnormal. He looked at Xie Qingcheng's face in the heavy rain.

He said, "Professor Xie, it's raining so hard, why did you leave without an umbrella. Come up, I'll take you back."

"Fuck you."

He Yu was still smiling: "Your clothes are soaking wet, why are you still so angry, who invited you to mess with you?"

Of course, Xie Qingcheng couldn't say that He Yu's lines irritated him, and the driver was still listening.

He Yu looked at him soaked, cold and hateful, and felt that a certain desire in his heart was greatly pleased, he took a black carbon handle from the side. Umbrella, stretched out a wrist, and slammed it open.

The sound of the rain expanded countless times in an instant, and I felt uneasy on the umbrella.

He still sat high on the nanny car, but leaned over and handed the umbrella to Xie Qingcheng: "If you don't want to come up, this is for you."

Thinking about it, he stretched his long legs forward, one foot stepped on the outer side of the car, the other was hanging down at will, he leaned lower, his lips pressed against Xie Qingcheng's ear, In a voice that only the other party can hear, he said, "Brother, do you hate me so much?"

Xie Qingcheng is calm, but no matter how calm he is, he can't stand He Yu publicly telling everyone what they said that night in the private room of the clubhouse, provoking him openly and secretly . At this moment, He Yu's words contained too hot ridicule, Xie Qingcheng couldn't hold back after all, he raised his hand and slapped He Yu's face hard.

With a snap, the driver shook and did not dare to look back.

He Yu's face was slapped slightly to the side, and after a while, he slowly turned his face.

He suddenly received a slap in the face with ten force, and a few fingerprints appeared on his fair face, but he didn't care, instead he grabbed Xie Qingcheng's wrist, and through the fabric, He slowly rubbed Xie Qingcheng's tattoo under his sleeve.

Then she showed her snow-white teeth and smiled: "It hurts."

Bent down lower, almost pressing Xie Qingcheng down: "The right face is here, do you want to hit?"

Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth and said, "You're not afraid of pain, so you don't even have a sense of shame."

"Why should I feel ashamed." He Yuwei pulled a little distance from him, and suddenly threw the umbrella over the two of them, and the torrential rain crashed all over the ground in an instant , He Yu, who was half-protruding from the wet, and Xie Qingcheng.

He Yu slanted the umbrella like this, impartially, and blocked the driver's sight with a black umbrella.

"I think we're fine."

Xie Qingcheng was caught off guard and pulled closer by his wrist. The two looked at each other at a very close distance during the rainstorm. He Yu kept rubbing Xie Qingcheng's wet dark eyebrows with his eyes. Deep eyelashes, rubbed so hard that he almost rubbed his sight into the marrow of his flesh and blood.

There was lava that had been scalding for a long time in her heart, and He Yu suddenly lowered her head through this thin umbrella and under the cover of the black umbrella—

It was raining heavily, and he kissed Xie Qingcheng's lips suddenly in the rain.

"!"

Finally kissed again.

He originally didn't want to kiss Xie Qingcheng here, his body reacted naturally, but after kissing wetly, he felt that it was the same as when he was in the kiss scene with the actress just now very different feeling.

He thought he was acting very well before, but then he realized that he didn't understand, a wet kiss that was sinking and venting, stalemate, how could he be acting like that?

The man who is stimulated by **** and wrapped in despair will not be able to end just by acting so crisply.

This kind of kiss is the lead, it will burn his inner reason, he hates it so much that he almost wants to get out of the car immediately, press Xie Qingcheng in the muddy narrow alley, smash his Flesh, deep into death in the mad rain.

I want to drag Xie Qingcheng into the car regardless, hug him, who is trembling slightly from the cold, remove his wet cloth, use his own hot heat to stick his coldness, People are getting hot and hot.

This is the feeling that has been suppressed for a long time.

He didn't understand when he was having **** with the actress, it was too fake after all.

The warm lips are sucking the cold thin lips, mixed with the wet sweetness of the rain. Fortunately, the rain was loud and the big umbrella was covering it, so the driver couldn't see or hear anything - but Xie Qingcheng couldn't move, even if he was extremely frightened.

The umbrella handle is in He Yu's hand, and the bunny can release it anytime he wants.

Xie Qingcheng couldn't say a word. If the driver found them kissing in the heavy rain behind an umbrella, then only himself would be embarrassed.

He could only bite He Yu's lips after he regained his senses, so that he could release the pain, but in exchange for He Yu's **** smell heavier and deeper sucking, He Yu Yu kissed so deeply that he almost squeezed all the air out of Xie Qingcheng's lungs, killing him.

I don't know how long it will take for the kiss to end, Xie Qing is calm, but his fingertips are shaking slightly. If he had a knife in his hand now, he might just cut the mad dragon's throat with a knife.

As for He Yu, his eyes seemed to be wet from the rain, so he looked at Xie Qingcheng wetly, blood oozing from his lower lip.

He loosened Xie Qingcheng's wrist, but raised his fingers and stroked Xie Qingcheng's eyebrows little by little. The dark eyebrows, the sharp outline, the fingers curled up, brushed the bridge of the man's tall nose, and then lingered on the thin lips that were kissed red by him.

His knuckles pressed against Xie Qingcheng's lips, and Xie Qingcheng said to him without the slightest warmth: "Have you touched enough?"

He Yu can feel his warm breath when he speaks, oh, so this person still has heat?

He stared at him, tidied up his expression, and there was nothing but sarcasm in his eyes.

The boy was silent for a moment, and said to the man in a very soft voice: "Look, why should I feel ashamed. It is you who do not want to be discovered by the driver, and the person who does not want to admit the bad debt between us It's you too, I don't care about anything, I don't care about anything."

Xie Qingcheng's lips were still stained with blood, his eyes were like ice: "...you're crazy enough and go."

It's so cold that I don't even want to say emotional words like "go away".

He Yu didn't answer, but moved his hand away from Xie Qingcheng's lips, and the knuckles were still stained with blood from Xie Qingcheng's lips.

He Yu raised his hand, lowered his head slightly, raised his eyelashes to stare at him, and then gently kissed the red on his finger.

Xie Qingcheng: "…"

During the whole process of kissing blood, He Yu's eyes stared straight at him without blinking.

"Xie Qingcheng, it's hard for me to have any normal person's feelings, so I am very happy that you hate me, and your blood also makes me very happy."

After speaking, he straightened up, slammed the umbrella back to Xie Qingcheng, and handed the umbrella handle to the other party.

"He Yu, do you know where you are sick?"

"Not the brain."

Xie Qingcheng stared at him very coldly in the rain: "It's your heart. You have a disease in your heart."

"You treat blood as medicine and hate as medicine. If this goes on, no one can save you."

"Look at the way you are now, you're a **** self-deprecating beast. You've let me down. I don't think all the time and energy I've spent on you in the past is worth it anymore ."

“…”

"Those times were really precious to me, and now I feel like I'm just feeding the dog."

After Xie Qingcheng finished speaking, he left without looking back, walking on the narrow pedestrian road where the car could never drive.

He Yu licked his lips, his apricot eyes deep. He slowly leaned back into the car, took the towel from the car and slowly wiped his wet hair.

The driver saw from the rear mirror that his lips were red and bloody, although he did not know why the blood was stained, he still felt extremely frightening.

Some secrets are not allowed to be peeped. The driver only dared to ask softly: "Boss He, then... Shall we go now?"

"Let's go." He Yu smiled and threw the towel away, his eyes were cold and cold, like a madman, but his tone was still very polite, polite and polite, "Trouble Please take me back to the hotel, thank you."

The driver shuddered, the heater was on in the car, but for a moment he felt horrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

Back in the hotel, He Yu looked at himself in the mirror.

The blood on the lips has coagulated and formed a dark scab. He raised his hand and touched it lightly, recalling every move just now.

Xie Qingcheng said that he regarded blood as medicine and hatred as medicine.

He thought it was funny.

Does he want to?

But does he have love? Does he have real medicine? Does he have that bridge to normal society?

Xie Qingcheng also said that the time and energy spent on himself in the past was very precious, but now it seems to be feeding the dog...

How polite.

I'm afraid that Xie Qingcheng not only thought that he had fed the dog, but that the dog would wag its tail and beg for pity, Xie Qingcheng should call him a Zhongshan wolf.

The man could scold more harshly.

He doesn't care anymore, he doesn't care anymore.

When the man leaves him. Under the video of the radio tower. When Xie Qingcheng said that the life of mental illness was not worth mentioning, when he repeatedly told Xie Qingcheng that he was ill but could not wait for Xie Qingcheng to reply.

He doesn't matter anymore.

He even thought it was a good ending for them to torture each other to death.

But what He Yu couldn't escape was that he just kissed Xie Qingcheng just out of an inexplicable physical impulse.

This move was different from the previous kiss in the bar - that kiss was at least somewhat purposeful, and he wanted Xie Qingcheng to agree to his request in full view.

But what about the kiss that the umbrella just blocked?

It doesn't seem to have any meaning, it just arises from the heart, it seems that it is not what a normal man would do.

But he tried his best to appease his deplorable self-esteem, thinking it was right - it was the same as he slept with Xie Qingcheng, he kissed Xie Qingcheng, just wanted to make the other party feel uncomfortable. There is no love whatsoever.

He lay on the bed and thought about it, but in the end he found that he couldn't calm down, and he couldn't sleep.

He Yu scolded secretly, got up and went to the bathroom, and closed the frosted door.

In the steaming heat, his forehead suddenly pressed against the cold tiled wall, the light in the shower room was off, and his chiseled profile face was plunged into the darkness. The torrent from the shaggy head hit his back, splashing on his flesh and blood.

He closed his eyes, he thought, it is, hell.

Because of the radio and television tower incident, He Yu fell ill too frequently and lasted too long. A person who needs to be calm and has so many ups and downs, his illness began to worsen.

It stands to reason that some small frictions and small stimuli today will not have much impact on him, but He Yu still fell ill.

He took a shower in the shower room and calmed himself down, but in the middle of the night, his symptoms were released violently.

The scale on the thermometer is approaching thirty-nine, and the desire to see blood and destroy things begins to rush up. He Yu took a handful of medicine and barely survived the second half of the night.

In the early morning, after a night of sleepless nights, he vaguely heard movement from the next room.

He Yu took out his phone and glanced at the announcement.

The announcement shows that this is Chen slow's last day of on-site guidance, and the play that requires him and the team to watch will end today.

The scene started very early, and the schedule on the announcement was to leave at 6:00 in the morning.

It is estimated that this movement was made by Chen slow.

He Yu turned over in the bed, took the phone and turned back, and found that Xie Qingcheng had to stay on the crew until years ago.

In other words, after today, the Chen slow pm2.5 index in the air should drop to zero, there is no Chen slow.

Only Xie Qingcheng will be left in the next room.

It seemed like it was raining in the desert. After realizing this, He Yu was tortured by mental Ebola all night and suddenly felt much better.

If he hadn't heard Xie Qingcheng's voice coming from next door at this time.

The author has something to say:Little Theater

After today's chapter—

He Bao (because the performance is too tired to restore the dog dragon juvenile body): Xie Qingcheng Xie Qingcheng, did you really give up on me? (grievance face)

Brother Xie: Hmm.

He Bao: Can you not give up... woo woo woo ah autumn! (I sneezed because I caught a cold in the rain during the kiss scene.)

Xie Qingcheng: ...I've said it many times, wear more winter clothes. Look at you, what kind of mess you are wearing.

After speaking, Dr. Xie took off his coat and put it on the shoulders of the juvenile dog dragon...