The two siblings were dependent on each other and went away in front of He Yu.
He fell out with his brother, and it didn't end well with his sister.
He Yu has been gloomy for a long time.
As much as he hated to admit it, he never seemed to have too close a relationship with anyone else. Even with his parents, his brother, it was as thin as white water.
Only Xie Xue and Xie Qingcheng, with whom he had the most frequent dealings, are known.
He doesn't even seem to have been as uncomfortable as he is now when he was in Europe.
At that time, whenever Xie Xue was angry with Xie Qingcheng, he would call him and spit out a little bit about Xie Qingcheng's dictatorship, and they would joke about it together for a while, and some kind of block in He Yu's heart would be slowly released in this conversation.
When he is really bored, he will post a circle of friends visible only to the Xie siblings, pretending to have a headache.
He knew that whenever he sent such a message, Xie Qingcheng would, out of professional instinct, reply to him with -
"Take your medicine."
He could then logically and unbelievably condescendingly reply.
"It's fine."
Then his insides hurt even more, as if his neuroses had all been cured in a short time without a cure.
But now, none of that works anymore.
He Yu began to search the Internet for news about Xie Qingcheng in such loneliness, and he read all the real and fake news.
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He found that although he was a hacker, he was nowhere near as good at pickpocketing people as those internet users who were so morbid. He actually knew a lot of things he didn't know before.
For example, when Xie Qingcheng was in junior high school, he used to get into fights.
For example, after Xie Qingcheng's parents died, he actually took a break from school for a while and didn't go home at all, and his sister didn't care either.
Of course, there are also those that seem to be fake, saying that Xie Qingcheng's parents are black cops and that Xie Qingcheng is actually the boss of Xie Qingcheng.
In addition, things are getting more and more outrageous as the Xie siblings' personal information is being leaked more and more, and there are more and more photos of Xie Qingcheng, being photographed outside Strange Rain Lane that day, being photographed walking down the road, and being photographed eating with Xie Xue at a roadside restaurant ......
There are even school pictures from his classmates.
The photograph shows a young boy, Xie Qingcheng, with his face sideways and a serious expression, who has not smiled much since he was a child.
He saved all these photos one by one and laughed them off. In return for his friendship, he hacked the information side of those people one by one and set up an online Trojan horse.
He is not interested in matters of speech, but as long as the photos and personal information of the Xie siblings are disseminated, he will let the other party's computer go down and their phone die.
The virus program instructions written by Edward He Yu for this purpose are: spread such content device grids and release such content device program full boot until the electrical board is burned.
He is one of the top five hackers in the world, and he has even been ranked number one in terms of technology, because he doesn't commit crimes, he doesn't make trouble, he just hacks for fun, and that's why he is ranked in the top five on the dark web.
But there is no doubt that he was a terror in this regard, and could do whatever he wanted, and none of them could fight against his real strength - even the high-priced hackers hired by the dark organization in the Canton Tower case could only be crushed by him, when they had genuine devices in their hands and could still be intercepted by He Yu with pirated incomplete devices, if not for the later use of If not for the video that distracted him later, they might have ended up on their knees crying and calling him Papa Edward.
As soon as you enter the information sector, it's He Yu's world.
But the dignity of the hacker teacher was not maintained for long - yes, computer system security was something no one could play with him.
But he didn't realise that the internet's comments were sometimes more unethical than his skills -
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After He Yu had simply broken all the transmission chains, he was browsing Weibo again when he suddenly saw this statement: "Did you find the recent virus? We found a problem, it seems that anyone who has passed on Xie Qingcheng's personal information has been fucking infected! Is Xie Qingcheng a hacker?"
"It's horrible isn't it this man."
"I feel like it shouldn't be him, but it's definitely someone with him."
"Someone must be there! Wasn't the Canton Tower also hacked before? Xie Qingcheng must have had something to do with the top hacker, and look at how clean the internet is now, not a single bit of his personal information is left."
"Man, that Xie Qingcheng is quite a tactician, maybe it was one of his young lovers, wasn't it rumoured before that he was gay? Hackers are mostly young men, maybe that's why he's protecting him, his little husband can't see him getting fleshed out."
He Yu: "......"
He was going to pretend he hadn't seen it.
I had already logged out of the page, but I was reluctant and went back to the highly liked tweet of my "little husband".
"Put your fucking shit on."
Hate nodded out.
He didn't protect him, Xie Qingcheng cheated on him and looked down on him like that ...... He had just finished a fight with Xie Qingcheng and was called names by him and his sister, he wasn't a bitch, why should he help him?
Nor is he Xie Qingcheng 小老公...... what a disgusting name.
He Yu's heart is blocked again.
He felt himself stung.
Truth be told, he really didn't know why he bothered with this and did such a thing.
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And he still thinks about that bedtime affair a lot these days.
He looked down at his left wrist, which still had the faint, light brown scars from the failed tattoo.
Xie Qingcheng also has tattoos on his wrists, the thin lettering wrapped around his wrists like chains and snakes.
He had clasped Xie Qingcheng's hand as he grasped the bedclothes with impatience, their wrists rubbing against each other, their fingers interlocking in hot sweat, the tattoo seeming to wrap their hands together in a tight circle.
"......"
He Yu was disgusted with himself again, he shook his head, opened a drawer and took a pill and started thinking if there was somewhere he could wash his brain and hypnotize himself to erase this memory.
This is ridiculous ......
"OMG, I'm exhausted." At this time the dormitory door suddenly opened.
The roommate who came back was a notorious playboy for his age and his quest in life was to die on the couch of girls' tenderness.
And given his recent diligence in allegedly dating three internet celebrities a day, it's clear that this target is already beckoning him with a smile not far away.
"Damn, the new pretty sister is so hungry and desperate, she doesn't want enough even though my back is broken.
The fat boy playing the game evened him out from the fight with a big blank stare, "Shit, what's going on in Versailles? The drought's killing us, the flood's killing us."
The playboy gleefully looked at himself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror of his dormitory: "Gee, I'm so tired, I've got another date with a pair of sisters tomorrow."
Fatty scolded, "Flower, my ass! It's one of the top ten unsolved mysteries in Chinese medicine that you don't have philodendron!"
One of them was laughing and the other was cursing, and there was a good deal of verbal sparring, when Young Master He, who had never been very involved in such topics, suddenly coughed.
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Fatty and Playboy looked at each other, both thinking that He Yu had a problem with this crude conversation between the two of them, and said nothing.
Unexpectedly after a while, He Yu put down the book, thought for a moment, and looked back at the dandy, his porcelain-white face looking faint, unable to see any intention: "Let me ask you something, okay?"
"You, you say."
He Yu, sitting elegantly with his legs crossed in a chair and a hardback copy of Ode to a Nightingale in English on his lap, asks instead, "Have you ever tried to ask a man out?"
It is no wonder that the other party was stunned and half-hearted.
It took a long silly moment before he replied, "No, just kidding, I'm pure straight, pure! A pure straight man wouldn't ask a man out at all."
"......" He Yu continued to ask, his tone softer, even a little scary in its gentleness, "And have you ever heard of pure straight men dreaming of males?"
The other person froze again, then under He Yu's kind gaze said decisively, "I've never heard of him, who is he? That's funny, he must be gay."
"......"
"He Yu I'm telling you, if a straight guy tells you that he dreams about men, you must remember to beware of him, there are too many of these stupid deep cabinets these days ...... belching? What's wrong with you? What's that look?"
He Yu smiled lightly and cocked his eyelashes, "...... is fine. It's nothing."
No one caught a glimpse of the colour in his eyes, which looked like the gloom of hell.
He Yu thought that the words of this playboy could not be trusted either, everyone is special and the first time the playboy opened his mouth was not on a man, so of course he did not understand.
But what had put him in a sombre mood was that his desire to feel that crazy pleasure again had been getting stronger and stronger lately, and he had been dreaming about that night more and more, and every time he woke up, he saw a piece of evidence of his guilt after the ultimate thrill. He felt truly insane.
When a teenager tastes the forbidden fruit for the first time, his blood is hot and he is easily addicted to it.
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Xie Qingcheng was the first person he had ever experienced, so he would instinctively mark this body. It would be customary to recall the events of that night.
He convinced himself of this and every hot and humid morning he woke up and lay between the school-issued pillow covers, drawing up the blackout curtains.
He bit his lip, in his dormitory bed, thinking of Xie Qingcheng's rigid, slender body, proud in the dark, chaotic night, of them as rainy beasts, deep in their messy, sweaty intercourse, he recalled what it had been like, and then, stifled by his roommate's snoring, he let his ego out in a silent, fierce rage against Xie Qingcheng's picture.
And this is followed by the time of the Magi, when he again regrets beyond measure and even falls into self-loathing.
He Yu thought, "I've gone crazy.
He indulged in such depravity that one day the boys actually felt that the pictures of the men were not enough - after all, all that was taken was a bust and a few close-ups of the face, and while the hickeys were vivid, the rest had to be all memory and imagination, which really didn't satisfy all the time.
So he picked up his phone, opened his blacklist and, after a moment's hesitation, clicked on Xie Qingcheng's avatar to see if Xie Qingcheng had sent any recent messages, something new.
As a result, he found that Xie Qingcheng had closed his circle of friends.
The man's circle of friends is reduced to a pale line, as if Xie Qingcheng's thin, tightly pursed lips in times of displeasure, in times of sexual repression.
"......" He Yu reached out to touch the line, his eyes dangerous.
There is no social app that He Yu can't crack, no status content that he can't read that he wants to see.
It took less than half a minute for him to shamelessly break Xie Qingcheng's WeChat block.
But after the hacking technique was applied, when I stepped into Xie Qingcheng's circle of friends, my "little husband" wandered around and didn't find anything worth reading, Xie Qingcheng hadn't posted anything for a long time, and the last one was a repost on school affairs.
Yes, there is no status content in this world that he wants to read but can't - unless the other person really hasn't sent it.
He Yu finally switched off his phone with resentment.
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After a while, He Yu was in rehab, trying to quit feeling like this.
But just like an addict, his heart tells him he can't go on like this, but his body can't stand the temptation, and it's too easy to relapse once you've felt the pleasure.
He Yu went on P to browse through a few heterosexual films in an attempt to regain some of his straight self-cultivation.
But this solution will not work either.
To be fair, some of the highest rated actresses on P-site were really good, good looking, with great bodies and great voices, but unfortunately he remained calm until he had reviewed all the high rated films, and even drank a whole cup of freshly ground coffee slowly and deliberately over the actresses' performances, like a relentless film reader.
He experienced the real thing, and it wasn't like that on the screen.
The memories of that night are summed up as hot and wet, crazy and awesome.
He had never known before that Xie Qingcheng, a man who looked so tall and strong, had such a thin waist that when he held his hand, he felt the thrill of breaking Xie Qingcheng's grip.
Xie Qingcheng is also prone to leaving marks on his skin. A strangulation mark on his wrist, which took a long time to undo, could not fade away.
Xie Qingcheng's voice, like the sound of a spring in a stream, was so soft, yet it could pierce through stones.
He Yu could never have imagined that Xie Qingcheng, a cold, violent man who always smelled of strong tobacco, would lose his mind and eyes and fall into the abyss of humanity with him like a madman.
It's too hot ......
So every withdrawal is a failure.
He couldn't quit him.
He Yu was so angry with himself that he deleted the photo of Xie Qingcheng during the sage time, but when he got emotional, he couldn't resist using hacking technology to restore it. After the restoration, he felt so pathetic that it was just a face, a half-body that didn't even have its waist photographed. Combining this with his "two shots and you're out" mentality at the time, it was as sensational as if he had left behind a sleeping face to soothe his lust and send his thoughts to his lover in the morning, before he parted from him, after he had lingered. It's more of a disappointment than anything else.
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But He Yu is so absorbed in this despondency that it even stings his high self-esteem.
He could not help it, he could not bear the seduction of memories because of that confounding **, so he tried again to suck on that bone-chilling opium with his withered lips -
With a single inhale, the sound and colour of that night instantly turned into endless green smoke, wrapping his body tightly in it and becoming a cocoon from which he could not break free.
He Yu feels really sick. Heat poisoning, addiction lust.
Who can solve it?
He knew it in his heart.
But there is not even a single vivid movement of the man. All that He Yu had in his possession was a few pictures taken in the dark, a few scraps of lust and desire. He also has a pile of photos that he scraped from the internet, and at the same time, he has taken off the entire internet.
Unfortunately, the photos uploaded by the netizens are not too good looking, not at all as good as in person.
How did you shoot that? Wankers.
"Little Husband" is very disappointed and annoyed with the netizens.
The human threshold is constantly increasing with stimulation.
Finally, the visible and untouchable "Internet Xie Qingcheng" is completely unsatisfying for teenagers.
The boy lay on his dorm bed and began to regret it. When he thought of the time when Xie Qingcheng was still suspended, he could see that man every day if he drove less than ten minutes from HU to the HU medical office, or to his classroom.
He would then inexplicably feel a little chagrined.
Why did he keep refusing to go before?
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It's not like you're going to turn gay by looking at it. Why not drink and quench your thirst for something that will make you comfortable?
If he had been there, he would have seen the man he had gone mad with in the dark, suit properly and meticulously standing at the lectern. The mouth that had once uttered broken, low gasps in his own ears, recounting calm discourse and decent knowledge.
He Yu was up too late to sleep.
Finally, after another night of releasing stress by thinking about Xie Qingcheng, the addicted virgin got up unexpectedly and once again locked himself in the shower for half a day.
As he screwed on the cheap drenching canopy head of his dormitory, he slowly looked up, his eyes a mess.
No more of this, he thought.
If only he could see Xie Qingcheng as he is now, if only he could argue with him more, if only he could be lied to once more, then he would resent him as much as he did when he first met him, dislike him, find his disinfectant smell unpleasant and want to stay away from him.
Yes, that must be the case.
This is the only way to crack it.
He Yu thought that he had to go and meet Xie Qingcheng again.
The opportunity soon presented itself.
After a series of post-production and re-shoots, the school play "A Hundred Diseases" will be presented at the school theatre next Friday. Xie Xue, who is one of the directors, will definitely be attending the event.
He Yu made some enquiries and knew that Xie Qingcheng would be there, so he even found out how many rows and seats were available.
The reason why Xie Qingcheng came to such a lively occasion was because recently there had been a few more big social hot news stories, the matter of the Canton Tower had slowly dropped from the limelight and not so many people were paying attention anymore, and the theatre of HUDA was spacious, with three floors up and down, accommodating several thousand people, and the process was dark and dark, so not many people would pay attention to him.
"Do you want to book a seat?" The schoolgirl who enquired about the situation for him asked him, "You're in the show, you should have the front row of seats shouldn't you?"
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"I have friends coming over." He Yu lied.
Schoolgirl: "Oh ......"
"Could you please save this seat B2230 for me?"
Naturally, she was willing to do the handsome man a favour and quickly punched a ticket for He Yu for the premiere of the school play "A Hundred Diseases" through the school's internal ticketing system.
B2230 is the seat behind Xie Qingcheng.
He Yu took the ticket and looked at the time and date stamped on the poor quality printer and had some silent anticipation in his heart.
Waiting for the day of the premiere, he went to the Shanghai University School Theatre early and took his seat.
After waiting for a long time, the two seats in front of him remained unoccupied.
The film has almost started and the illumination lights go out all of a sudden, the only light in the closed viewing room is the ghostly light of mobile phones emanating from a few seats in the audience. A few moments later, the big screen lights up and commercials begin to play, with colourful diffused light flowing through the dark hall.
It was then that someone arrived inside the theatre at the point of jamming. In the darkness He Yu could not see Xie Qingcheng's face, only a vague profile of him, but just a profile was enough for him to recognise it.
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But what He Yu didn't expect was that Xie Qingcheng was not alone.
The young policeman, who had been close to Xie Qingcheng, came along with him.
The two siblings were dependent on each other and went away in front of He Yu.
He fell out with his brother, and it didn't end well with his sister.
He Yu has been gloomy for a long time.
As much as he hated to admit it, he never seemed to have too close a relationship with anyone else. Even with his parents, his brother, it was as thin as white water.
Only Xie Xue and Xie Qingcheng, with whom he had the most frequent dealings, are known.
He doesn't even seem to have been as uncomfortable as he is now when he was in Europe.
At that time, whenever Xie Xue was angry with Xie Qingcheng, he would call him and spit out a little bit about Xie Qingcheng's dictatorship, and they would joke about it together for a while, and some kind of block in He Yu's heart would be slowly released in this conversation.
When he is really bored, he will post a circle of friends visible only to the Xie siblings, pretending to have a headache.
He knew that whenever he sent such a message, Xie Qingcheng would, out of professional instinct, reply to him with -
"Take your medicine."
He could then logically and unbelievably condescendingly reply.
"It's fine."
Then his insides hurt even more, as if his neuroses had all been cured in a short time without a cure.
But now, none of that works anymore.
He Yu began to search the Internet for news about Xie Qingcheng in such loneliness, and he read all the real and fake news.
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He found that although he was a hacker, he was nowhere near as good at pickpocketing people as those internet users who were so morbid. He actually knew a lot of things he didn't know before.
For example, when Xie Qingcheng was in junior high school, he used to get into fights.
For example, after Xie Qingcheng's parents died, he actually took a break from school for a while and didn't go home at all, and his sister didn't care either.
Of course, there are also those that seem to be fake, saying that Xie Qingcheng's parents are black cops and that Xie Qingcheng is actually the boss of Xie Qingcheng.
In addition, things are getting more and more outrageous as the Xie siblings' personal information is being leaked more and more, and there are more and more photos of Xie Qingcheng, being photographed outside Strange Rain Lane that day, being photographed walking down the road, and being photographed eating with Xie Xue at a roadside restaurant ......
There are even school pictures from his classmates.
The photograph shows a young boy, Xie Qingcheng, with his face sideways and a serious expression, who has not smiled much since he was a child.
He saved all these photos one by one and laughed them off. In return for his friendship, he hacked the information side of those people one by one and set up an online Trojan horse.
He is not interested in matters of speech, but as long as the photos and personal information of the Xie siblings are disseminated, he will let the other party's computer go down and their phone die.
The virus program instructions written by Edward He Yu for this purpose are: spread such content device grids and release such content device program full boot until the electrical board is burned.
He is one of the top five hackers in the world, and he has even been ranked number one in terms of technology, because he doesn't commit crimes, he doesn't make trouble, he just hacks for fun, and that's why he is ranked in the top five on the dark web.
But there is no doubt that he was a terror in this regard, and could do whatever he wanted, and none of them could fight against his real strength - even the high-priced hackers hired by the dark organization in the Canton Tower case could only be crushed by him, when they had genuine devices in their hands and could still be intercepted by He Yu with pirated incomplete devices, if not for the later use of If not for the video that distracted him later, they might have ended up on their knees crying and calling him Papa Edward.
As soon as you enter the information sector, it's He Yu's world.
But the dignity of the hacker teacher was not maintained for long - yes, computer system security was something no one could play with him.
But he didn't realise that the internet's comments were sometimes more unethical than his skills -
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After He Yu had simply broken all the transmission chains, he was browsing Weibo again when he suddenly saw this statement: "Did you find the recent virus? We found a problem, it seems that anyone who has passed on Xie Qingcheng's personal information has been fucking infected! Is Xie Qingcheng a hacker?"
"It's horrible isn't it this man."
"I feel like it shouldn't be him, but it's definitely someone with him."
"Someone must be there! Wasn't the Canton Tower also hacked before? Xie Qingcheng must have had something to do with the top hacker, and look at how clean the internet is now, not a single bit of his personal information is left."
"Man, that Xie Qingcheng is quite a tactician, maybe it was one of his young lovers, wasn't it rumoured before that he was gay? Hackers are mostly young men, maybe that's why he's protecting him, his little husband can't see him getting fleshed out."
He Yu: "......"
He was going to pretend he hadn't seen it.
I had already logged out of the page, but I was reluctant and went back to the highly liked tweet of my "little husband".
"Put your fucking shit on."
Hate nodded out.
He didn't protect him, Xie Qingcheng cheated on him and looked down on him like that ...... He had just finished a fight with Xie Qingcheng and was called names by him and his sister, he wasn't a bitch, why should he help him?
Nor is he Xie Qingcheng 小老公...... what a disgusting name.
He Yu's heart is blocked again.
He felt himself stung.
Truth be told, he really didn't know why he bothered with this and did such a thing.
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And he still thinks about that bedtime affair a lot these days.
He looked down at his left wrist, which still had the faint, light brown scars from the failed tattoo.
Xie Qingcheng also has tattoos on his wrists, the thin lettering wrapped around his wrists like chains and snakes.
He had clasped Xie Qingcheng's hand as he grasped the bedclothes with impatience, their wrists rubbing against each other, their fingers interlocking in hot sweat, the tattoo seeming to wrap their hands together in a tight circle.
"......"
He Yu was disgusted with himself again, he shook his head, opened a drawer and took a pill and started thinking if there was somewhere he could wash his brain and hypnotize himself to erase this memory.
This is ridiculous ......
"OMG, I'm exhausted." At this time the dormitory door suddenly opened.
The roommate who came back was a notorious playboy for his age and his quest in life was to die on the couch of girls' tenderness.
And given his recent diligence in allegedly dating three internet celebrities a day, it's clear that this target is already beckoning him with a smile not far away.
"Damn, the new pretty sister is so hungry and desperate, she doesn't want enough even though my back is broken.
The fat boy playing the game evened him out from the fight with a big blank stare, "Shit, what's going on in Versailles? The drought's killing us, the flood's killing us."
The playboy gleefully looked at himself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror of his dormitory: "Gee, I'm so tired, I've got another date with a pair of sisters tomorrow."
Fatty scolded, "Flower, my ass! It's one of the top ten unsolved mysteries in Chinese medicine that you don't have philodendron!"
One of them was laughing and the other was cursing, and there was a good deal of verbal sparring, when Young Master He, who had never been very involved in such topics, suddenly coughed.
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Fatty and Playboy looked at each other, both thinking that He Yu had a problem with this crude conversation between the two of them, and said nothing.
Unexpectedly after a while, He Yu put down the book, thought for a moment, and looked back at the dandy, his porcelain-white face looking faint, unable to see any intention: "Let me ask you something, okay?"
"You, you say."
He Yu, sitting elegantly with his legs crossed in a chair and a hardback copy of Ode to a Nightingale in English on his lap, asks instead, "Have you ever tried to ask a man out?"
It is no wonder that the other party was stunned and half-hearted.
It took a long silly moment before he replied, "No, just kidding, I'm pure straight, pure! A pure straight man wouldn't ask a man out at all."
"......" He Yu continued to ask, his tone softer, even a little scary in its gentleness, "And have you ever heard of pure straight men dreaming of males?"
The other person froze again, then under He Yu's kind gaze said decisively, "I've never heard of him, who is he? That's funny, he must be gay."
"......"
"He Yu I'm telling you, if a straight guy tells you that he dreams about men, you must remember to beware of him, there are too many of these stupid deep cabinets these days ...... belching? What's wrong with you? What's that look?"
He Yu smiled lightly and cocked his eyelashes, "...... is fine. It's nothing."
No one caught a glimpse of the colour in his eyes, which looked like the gloom of hell.
He Yu thought that the words of this playboy could not be trusted either, everyone is special and the first time the playboy opened his mouth was not on a man, so of course he did not understand.
But what had put him in a sombre mood was that his desire to feel that crazy pleasure again had been getting stronger and stronger lately, and he had been dreaming about that night more and more, and every time he woke up, he saw a piece of evidence of his guilt after the ultimate thrill. He felt truly insane.
When a teenager tastes the forbidden fruit for the first time, his blood is hot and he is easily addicted to it.
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Xie Qingcheng was the first person he had ever experienced, so he would instinctively mark this body. It would be customary to recall the events of that night.
He convinced himself of this and every hot and humid morning he woke up and lay between the school-issued pillow covers, drawing up the blackout curtains.
He bit his lip, in his dormitory bed, thinking of Xie Qingcheng's rigid, slender body, proud in the dark, chaotic night, of them as rainy beasts, deep in their messy, sweaty intercourse, he recalled what it had been like, and then, stifled by his roommate's snoring, he let his ego out in a silent, fierce rage against Xie Qingcheng's picture.
And this is followed by the time of the Magi, when he again regrets beyond measure and even falls into self-loathing.
He Yu thought, "I've gone crazy.
He indulged in such depravity that one day the boys actually felt that the pictures of the men were not enough - after all, all that was taken was a bust and a few close-ups of the face, and while the hickeys were vivid, the rest had to be all memory and imagination, which really didn't satisfy all the time.
So he picked up his phone, opened his blacklist and, after a moment's hesitation, clicked on Xie Qingcheng's avatar to see if Xie Qingcheng had sent any recent messages, something new.
As a result, he found that Xie Qingcheng had closed his circle of friends.
The man's circle of friends is reduced to a pale line, as if Xie Qingcheng's thin, tightly pursed lips in times of displeasure, in times of sexual repression.
"......" He Yu reached out to touch the line, his eyes dangerous.
There is no social app that He Yu can't crack, no status content that he can't read that he wants to see.
It took less than half a minute for him to shamelessly break Xie Qingcheng's WeChat block.
But after the hacking technique was applied, when I stepped into Xie Qingcheng's circle of friends, my "little husband" wandered around and didn't find anything worth reading, Xie Qingcheng hadn't posted anything for a long time, and the last one was a repost on school affairs.
Yes, there is no status content in this world that he wants to read but can't - unless the other person really hasn't sent it.
He Yu finally switched off his phone with resentment.
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After a while, He Yu was in rehab, trying to quit feeling like this.
But just like an addict, his heart tells him he can't go on like this, but his body can't stand the temptation, and it's too easy to relapse once you've felt the pleasure.
He Yu went on P to browse through a few heterosexual films in an attempt to regain some of his straight self-cultivation.
But this solution will not work either.
To be fair, some of the highest rated actresses on P-site were really good, good looking, with great bodies and great voices, but unfortunately he remained calm until he had reviewed all the high rated films, and even drank a whole cup of freshly ground coffee slowly and deliberately over the actresses' performances, like a relentless film reader.
He experienced the real thing, and it wasn't like that on the screen.
The memories of that night are summed up as hot and wet, crazy and awesome.
He had never known before that Xie Qingcheng, a man who looked so tall and strong, had such a thin waist that when he held his hand, he felt the thrill of breaking Xie Qingcheng's grip.
Xie Qingcheng is also prone to leaving marks on his skin. A strangulation mark on his wrist, which took a long time to undo, could not fade away.
Xie Qingcheng's voice, like the sound of a spring in a stream, was so soft, yet it could pierce through stones.
He Yu could never have imagined that Xie Qingcheng, a cold, violent man who always smelled of strong tobacco, would lose his mind and eyes and fall into the abyss of humanity with him like a madman.
It's too hot ......
So every withdrawal is a failure.
He couldn't quit him.
He Yu was so angry with himself that he deleted the photo of Xie Qingcheng during the sage time, but when he got emotional, he couldn't resist using hacking technology to restore it. After the restoration, he felt so pathetic that it was just a face, a half-body that didn't even have its waist photographed. Combining this with his "two shots and you're out" mentality at the time, it was as sensational as if he had left behind a sleeping face to soothe his lust and send his thoughts to his lover in the morning, before he parted from him, after he had lingered. It's more of a disappointment than anything else.
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But He Yu is so absorbed in this despondency that it even stings his high self-esteem.
He could not help it, he could not bear the seduction of memories because of that confounding **, so he tried again to suck on that bone-chilling opium with his withered lips -
With a single inhale, the sound and colour of that night instantly turned into endless green smoke, wrapping his body tightly in it and becoming a cocoon from which he could not break free.
He Yu feels really sick. Heat poisoning, addiction lust.
Who can solve it?
He knew it in his heart.
But there is not even a single vivid movement of the man. All that He Yu had in his possession was a few pictures taken in the dark, a few scraps of lust and desire. He also has a pile of photos that he scraped from the internet, and at the same time, he has taken off the entire internet.
Unfortunately, the photos uploaded by the netizens are not too good looking, not at all as good as in person.
How did you shoot that? Wankers.
"Little Husband" is very disappointed and annoyed with the netizens.
The human threshold is constantly increasing with stimulation.
Finally, the visible and untouchable "Internet Xie Qingcheng" is completely unsatisfying for teenagers.
The boy lay on his dorm bed and began to regret it. When he thought of the time when Xie Qingcheng was still suspended, he could see that man every day if he drove less than ten minutes from HU to the HU medical office, or to his classroom.
He would then inexplicably feel a little chagrined.
Why did he keep refusing to go before?
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It's not like you're going to turn gay by looking at it. Why not drink and quench your thirst for something that will make you comfortable?
If he had been there, he would have seen the man he had gone mad with in the dark, suit properly and meticulously standing at the lectern. The mouth that had once uttered broken, low gasps in his own ears, recounting calm discourse and decent knowledge.
He Yu was up too late to sleep.
Finally, after another night of releasing stress by thinking about Xie Qingcheng, the addicted virgin got up unexpectedly and once again locked himself in the shower for half a day.
As he screwed on the cheap drenching canopy head of his dormitory, he slowly looked up, his eyes a mess.
No more of this, he thought.
If only he could see Xie Qingcheng as he is now, if only he could argue with him more, if only he could be lied to once more, then he would resent him as much as he did when he first met him, dislike him, find his disinfectant smell unpleasant and want to stay away from him.
Yes, that must be the case.
This is the only way to crack it.
He Yu thought that he had to go and meet Xie Qingcheng again.
The opportunity soon presented itself.
After a series of post-production and re-shoots, the school play "A Hundred Diseases" will be presented at the school theatre next Friday. Xie Xue, who is one of the directors, will definitely be attending the event.
He Yu made some enquiries and knew that Xie Qingcheng would be there, so he even found out how many rows and seats were available.
The reason why Xie Qingcheng came to such a lively occasion was because recently there had been a few more big social hot news stories, the matter of the Canton Tower had slowly dropped from the limelight and not so many people were paying attention anymore, and the theatre of HUDA was spacious, with three floors up and down, accommodating several thousand people, and the process was dark and dark, so not many people would pay attention to him.
"Do you want to book a seat?" The schoolgirl who enquired about the situation for him asked him, "You're in the show, you should have the front row of seats shouldn't you?"
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"I have friends coming over." He Yu lied.
Schoolgirl: "Oh ......"
"Could you please save this seat B2230 for me?"
Naturally, she was willing to do the handsome man a favour and quickly punched a ticket for He Yu for the premiere of the school play "A Hundred Diseases" through the school's internal ticketing system.
B2230 is the seat behind Xie Qingcheng.
He Yu took the ticket and looked at the time and date stamped on the poor quality printer and had some silent anticipation in his heart.
Waiting for the day of the premiere, he went to the Shanghai University School Theatre early and took his seat.
After waiting for a long time, the two seats in front of him remained unoccupied.
The film has almost started and the illumination lights go out all of a sudden, the only light in the closed viewing room is the ghostly light of mobile phones emanating from a few seats in the audience. A few moments later, the big screen lights up and commercials begin to play, with colourful diffused light flowing through the dark hall.
It was then that someone arrived inside the theatre at the point of jamming. In the darkness He Yu could not see Xie Qingcheng's face, only a vague profile of him, but just a profile was enough for him to recognise it.
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But what He Yu didn't expect was that Xie Qingcheng was not alone.
The young policeman, who had been close to Xie Qingcheng, came along with him.
