Although Chen Man was unsure, he never dared to disobey Xie Qingcheng and left.
Xie Qingcheng came to the door and stood in front of He Yu.
He Yu is still in the same outfit as when he received his award, a HU student uniform with a medal.
Xie Qingcheng swept in, "I really have to congratulate you. President of the Boys' Student Council."
He Yu: "......"
"What else do you want to say."
What does he have to say?
It is certainly not possible to shape up like a resentful woman and chastise this man for deleting himself.
But I couldn't find any more reasons to dig into the ground.
He Yu does not answer, while Xie Qingcheng slowly narrows his eyes and examines him.
It was a look that annoyed and disturbed He Yu - a look that Xie Qingcheng had been giving him since he was a child, whenever he had cheated on him, or had hidden something from him. It was a look that he rarely got from anyone else, a look that was like an x-ray that would penetrate him.
He was instinctively anxious.
He ran his eyes over Xie Qingcheng's face, over the collar of his bathrobe, over the droplets of water running down his dark hair.
Chen Man wondered why Xie Qingcheng had to take a shower as soon as he got home.
But He Yu knew it all too well.
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He felt uncomfortable because he understood it so well - Xie Qingcheng had promised him that they would be entangled in the future, and he was so eager to clean up the traces he had left behind?
Moreover, Xie Qingcheng allowed Chen Man to go home with him.
Even ...... and even Xie Qingcheng is so at ease with Chen Man, so casual, that he can manage his own bath when Chen Man is at home.
Xie Qingcheng simply did not believe what he said.
The word Chen Man, suddenly a skeleton in the closet, tormented He Yu and tinted his eyes with a rusty hue: "What about him? What is he doing here?"
Xie Qingcheng is suddenly a little angry.
In fact, Chen Man only came because he had left some reports at Xie Qingcheng's house and dropped by to pick them up. Xie Qingcheng was not on guard against Chen Man, and since the house was already too small, he was worried that Chen Man might detect his own smell at such a close distance.
So even though Chen Man was there, he insisted on taking a shower first to cleanse his body of the stuff.
How did He Yu get such a dirty feeling in his mouth?
Xie Qingcheng's eyes were cold: "You're sick, aren't you He Yu? What does it matter to you if he's here?"
"How it's okay."
"What is he to me and what are you considered to be to me?"
"...... what he is to you I don't know ......" He Yu said after a moment of silence.
"But what am I to you ......" He Yu looked extremely gloomy, the Shuxin of half an hour or so ago seemed like a lifetime ago, and his eyes were again enveloped in that sickly look that Xie Qingcheng was so familiar with. "Did you wash up and forget about clean?"
"You promised me yourself, you just promised me."
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Xie Qingcheng stares at He Yu with a look that is barely warm, a sharp gaze that makes any mannerisms seem worthless.
Xie Qingcheng had a stress reaction after his first encounter with He Yu, however he is not a loser and once he gets back on his feet, then his inner strength will make any hurt near ineffective in front of him.
"...... You listen He Yu: I promised you, that's what I promised you in bed, you are nothing when you get out of bed. The two of us have nothing to do with each other now."
As he spoke, his lapels spread a little, revealing the peach blossoms that were frozen beneath the ice.
A prematurely beautiful, but extremely cold.
No life is alive.
A drop of water falls, sliding down the curve of Xie Qingcheng's face, reaching his jaw and sliding into the side of his neck, and He Yu's eyes follow the trail of water droplets without moving.
Meandering and wet, up to the collarbone ......
Xie Qingcheng interrupted his adventurous gaze by coldly straightening his bathrobe.
He Yu reared his head to meet the two pools of extremely cold peach blossom.
"If you don't have anything to do, just go. It's not as if you've tasted something new and it's never ending." Xie Qingcheng stabbed him with every word, "What's the difference between that and being a beast. And it looks like you-"
He paused for a moment, "Very unseen."
He Yu's expression became hard, he seemed on the one hand not to want to admit in front of this man that he was indeed very uneducated, so he had even lied to Xie Qingcheng before that it was not his first time and that Xie Qingcheng was not the one who made him feel the best.
But on the other hand, it was clear to him that Xie Qingcheng had already seen his bullshit, the time they were in the clubhouse, when he had been so impatient and unable to get his head around it that he had been sweating and his temples were throbbing with veins, but he still didn't know what to do and had been grinding for a long time.
Xie Qingcheng was not a virgin, so how could he not see that the young man was trying to make up for his loss of face?
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"......"
He Yu stared at Xie Qingcheng's still watery face and said angrily, "I'm not looking for you this time for that matter."
"Rare." Xie Qingcheng said, "That's for what."
But at this point He Yu couldn't admit that he had come to him because of the deletion, or he would be even more humiliated.
So He Yu just blurts out nonsense.
"Because I'm sick."
"......"
He Yu said, "I am sick and I want you to show me."
"......"
"Do you remember that you were a doctor, Xie Qingcheng."
It was fine if he didn't mention it, but when he did, Xie Qingcheng felt incredibly irritated.
If he hadn't remembered, he would have cut ties with He Yu and stayed as far away from him as possible, and there wouldn't be any of this shit now. So after a short silence, Xie Qingcheng raises his hand on the door frame and narrows his eyes, finally not so calm.
"I remember it well."
The anger that had been pent up for so long suddenly overwhelmed him at this moment, and Xie Qingcheng suddenly pinched He Yu's cheek and braced his other elbow against the door frame.
His voice was low, but the strength of each word seemed to be such that it could have ripped the skin off the beast that was He Yu and flung it bloodily to the ground.
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"But I hope you will also remember that I left my job four years ago."
"I have nothing to do with you being sick." A low, mellow voice was in He Yu's ear, hot with the heat, but the words were straight out of the ice, "But if you die, you can send me a dream to let me know, and if I'm in a good mood, I might go to your grave and burn incense for you. Bastard."
He said, straightening up and patting He Yu's cheek.
"Get lost."
Before the words were out of his mouth, his pupils suddenly shrank.
He Yu bites the tip of his finger so hard that blood is stained between his teeth...
"Xie Qingcheng ." He Yu stared intently at the man's face, the tip of his tongue sweeping over Xie Qingcheng's fingertips.
Xie Qingcheng withdrew his hand with a sullen face, but his wrist was unexpectedly clutched by He Yu.
He Yu glanced down first at the tattoo that cursedly recurred in his spring dreams, then licked his blood-stained lips, slurping his tongue back in pure disgust at Xie Qingcheng: "Your blood is sweet."
Xie Qingcheng almost slapped him, but fearing that the noise would attract the neighbours, he whispered, "Hands off."
He Yu didn't let go of his hand, but instead he clenched it tighter, secretly lifting Xie Qingcheng's wrist with an underhanded effort as he and Xie Qingcheng fought to a standstill.
He looks down, but his eyes rise, staring at Xie Qingcheng's face in the not-so-brightly lit doorway of the old house.
He Yu, as if he was trying to push all the unresolved grievances and heat into Xie Qingcheng's body, lifted Xie Qingcheng's wrist, exposing his inner tattoo, and then bit down hard on the inside of the reader's tender wrist.
As quenched poisonous juice.
Xie Qingcheng's face is tense, his hands painful and numb, but he can't make a sound, he can only stare into the darkness with He Yu's eyes, fighting against each other.
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"You remember. Xie Qingcheng." Finally He Yu relented, throwing Xie Qingcheng's arm around him, "You are my father's old friend, my personal doctor, and someone I slept with, I must be something different to you. Don't ever let me hear you say again that I count as anything to you."
His blood seemed to satiate him and to make him thirstier.
"And - don't ever get that close to Chen Man again. Because he's a disgusting faggot and he just has that nasty, dirty mind for you."
Xie Qingcheng stared at him with nice eyes for a moment and then said with immense disgust, " He Yu: are you in a position to talk about others now?"
"Who am I not to say."
"Don't you feel vain? Who's gay anyway? Aren't you? How can you have the face to say Chen Man? Think about your face!"
He Yu's cheeks twitched slightly as if he had been slapped hard in the face, his thin lips pursed, still stained with some dried blood.
He was so blue that he wanted to talk to Xie Qingcheng and say, "Not at all, I didn't do that with you because I liked you, I just thought it was cool, so since it wasn't like that, it wasn't romance, and it wasn't gay.
But his lips moved only once before Xie Qingcheng pushed him out of the room: "Go away. Get out of here."
"I'm not rolling. You've promised to go on with me -"
"Yes, I did promise you that. But now I'm tired and need to rest, and the night service you provided is over, got it? Don't take yourself too seriously."
He Yu: "...... What night service! It's mutual healing-"
Xie Qingcheng looked gloomy: "Then today's session is over, I feel good now, very good, can you, the barefoot doctor, go now?"
Then he was about to close the door.
The door was closed tightly in front of He Yu.
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The door, however, is stubbornly held against He Yu.
"Xie Qingcheng: don't you make me ......"
Xie Qingcheng didn't say a word, but closed the door with such force that He Yu's fingers got a red mark on the door frame, and the old iron door, which was in a state of disrepair, even had some burrs on the corners.
But he looked at Xie Qingcheng as if he could not feel it.
He was consumed with patience in such arguments and was now close to insanity, and even though he could not be coaxed or persuaded, Xie Qingcheng still refused him and scolded him.
He Yu had to take off his mask to reveal his face.
The tone was so gentle as to be morbidly creepy: "Good. Very well. You trust him so much, that Officer Chen of yours, don't you?"
Xie Qingcheng 森森然: "He's at least more normal than you."
He Yu suddenly bends his elbow against the door and raises his hand, his bloodied fingers pressed against Xie Qingcheng's chest.
He pressed closer to him and murmured in his ear, "It's okay, I'm not normal if you think I'm not normal, I'm used to it anyway, I've heard all those heartfelt words of yours in the video, and I've seen your hypocrisy a long time ago. I don't care what I look like to you, there's never been anyone, anyway, who has genuinely loved me and seen me as an equal ......"
The voice is an octave softer, as if it were to turn into silk, soft but cold, to twist around Xie Qingcheng's neck.
"I'm used to it."
The iron and wooden doors slammed shut behind them, and He Yu was considerate enough to remember to lock them behind him.
Just as the door was locked, he vented and began to press Xie Qingcheng back against the door panel for a kiss.
Xie Qingcheng was not really expecting him to have such physical strength.
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How long has this been going on?
"He Yu! Don't you go crazy here! Xie Xue she might come back ......"
Even Xie Xue was no longer a safe word for He Yu, who paused only for a moment before he gave Xie Qingcheng the answer - he pinned him down on his desk, where his half-written essay was scattered all over the floor.
What's wrong with mentioning Xie Xue?
He Yu's eyes were cold, and the old scar on his heart felt like it had been torn and was bleeding, so he went for the side of Xie Qingcheng's neck even more viciously, as if desperate for some kind of medicine to stop the bleeding.
Yes, Xie Qingcheng is like a medicine in his life, always able to suppress something, and like a cold prosthetic limb, always able to fill something.
It used to be a way to fill his missing kinship.
Now it can also fill the love he craves.
Although Xie Qingcheng was not the same as he had once expected, Xie Qingcheng was neither male nor gentle, nor did he treat him well; he was with him as if he were looking for someone who could barely fill in the gaps, like a false tooth, a new piece of metal after the painful loss of an arm, which was always a little less than perfect, but at least it could fill in the holes that were killing him.
Something is better than nothing.
With this in mind, He Yu whispered to Xie Qingcheng in the darkness, "She's not okay, she won't come back."
"You stay with me."
The voice is calm, not just like a madman, but lonely and paranoid to the extreme, self-absorbed in its reply, like madness and begging.
It was daylight outside the window. But the teenager said-
"It's dark, Xie Qingcheng . Don't you drive me away."
"I am really running out of places to go."
Although Chen Man was unsure, he never dared to disobey Xie Qingcheng and left.
Xie Qingcheng came to the door and stood in front of He Yu.
He Yu is still in the same outfit as when he received his award, a HU student uniform with a medal.
Xie Qingcheng swept in, "I really have to congratulate you. President of the Boys' Student Council."
He Yu: "......"
"What else do you want to say."
What does he have to say?
It is certainly not possible to shape up like a resentful woman and chastise this man for deleting himself.
But I couldn't find any more reasons to dig into the ground.
He Yu does not answer, while Xie Qingcheng slowly narrows his eyes and examines him.
It was a look that annoyed and disturbed He Yu - a look that Xie Qingcheng had been giving him since he was a child, whenever he had cheated on him, or had hidden something from him. It was a look that he rarely got from anyone else, a look that was like an x-ray that would penetrate him.
He was instinctively anxious.
He ran his eyes over Xie Qingcheng's face, over the collar of his bathrobe, over the droplets of water running down his dark hair.
Chen Man wondered why Xie Qingcheng had to take a shower as soon as he got home.
But He Yu knew it all too well.
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He felt uncomfortable because he understood it so well - Xie Qingcheng had promised him that they would be entangled in the future, and he was so eager to clean up the traces he had left behind?
Moreover, Xie Qingcheng allowed Chen Man to go home with him.
Even ...... and even Xie Qingcheng is so at ease with Chen Man, so casual, that he can manage his own bath when Chen Man is at home.
Xie Qingcheng simply did not believe what he said.
The word Chen Man, suddenly a skeleton in the closet, tormented He Yu and tinted his eyes with a rusty hue: "What about him? What is he doing here?"
Xie Qingcheng is suddenly a little angry.
In fact, Chen Man only came because he had left some reports at Xie Qingcheng's house and dropped by to pick them up. Xie Qingcheng was not on guard against Chen Man, and since the house was already too small, he was worried that Chen Man might detect his own smell at such a close distance.
So even though Chen Man was there, he insisted on taking a shower first to cleanse his body of the stuff.
How did He Yu get such a dirty feeling in his mouth?
Xie Qingcheng's eyes were cold: "You're sick, aren't you He Yu? What does it matter to you if he's here?"
"How it's okay."
"What is he to me and what are you considered to be to me?"
"...... what he is to you I don't know ......" He Yu said after a moment of silence.
"But what am I to you ......" He Yu looked extremely gloomy, the Shuxin of half an hour or so ago seemed like a lifetime ago, and his eyes were again enveloped in that sickly look that Xie Qingcheng was so familiar with. "Did you wash up and forget about clean?"
"You promised me yourself, you just promised me."
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Xie Qingcheng stares at He Yu with a look that is barely warm, a sharp gaze that makes any mannerisms seem worthless.
Xie Qingcheng had a stress reaction after his first encounter with He Yu, however he is not a loser and once he gets back on his feet, then his inner strength will make any hurt near ineffective in front of him.
"...... You listen He Yu: I promised you, that's what I promised you in bed, you are nothing when you get out of bed. The two of us have nothing to do with each other now."
As he spoke, his lapels spread a little, revealing the peach blossoms that were frozen beneath the ice.
A prematurely beautiful, but extremely cold.
No life is alive.
A drop of water falls, sliding down the curve of Xie Qingcheng's face, reaching his jaw and sliding into the side of his neck, and He Yu's eyes follow the trail of water droplets without moving.
Meandering and wet, up to the collarbone ......
Xie Qingcheng interrupted his adventurous gaze by coldly straightening his bathrobe.
He Yu reared his head to meet the two pools of extremely cold peach blossom.
"If you don't have anything to do, just go. It's not as if you've tasted something new and it's never ending." Xie Qingcheng stabbed him with every word, "What's the difference between that and being a beast. And it looks like you-"
He paused for a moment, "Very unseen."
He Yu's expression became hard, he seemed on the one hand not to want to admit in front of this man that he was indeed very uneducated, so he had even lied to Xie Qingcheng before that it was not his first time and that Xie Qingcheng was not the one who made him feel the best.
But on the other hand, it was clear to him that Xie Qingcheng had already seen his bullshit, the time they were in the clubhouse, when he had been so impatient and unable to get his head around it that he had been sweating and his temples were throbbing with veins, but he still didn't know what to do and had been grinding for a long time.
Xie Qingcheng was not a virgin, so how could he not see that the young man was trying to make up for his loss of face?
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"......"
He Yu stared at Xie Qingcheng's still watery face and said angrily, "I'm not looking for you this time for that matter."
"Rare." Xie Qingcheng said, "That's for what."
But at this point He Yu couldn't admit that he had come to him because of the deletion, or he would be even more humiliated.
So He Yu just blurts out nonsense.
"Because I'm sick."
"......"
He Yu said, "I am sick and I want you to show me."
"......"
"Do you remember that you were a doctor, Xie Qingcheng."
It was fine if he didn't mention it, but when he did, Xie Qingcheng felt incredibly irritated.
If he hadn't remembered, he would have cut ties with He Yu and stayed as far away from him as possible, and there wouldn't be any of this shit now. So after a short silence, Xie Qingcheng raises his hand on the door frame and narrows his eyes, finally not so calm.
"I remember it well."
The anger that had been pent up for so long suddenly overwhelmed him at this moment, and Xie Qingcheng suddenly pinched He Yu's cheek and braced his other elbow against the door frame.
His voice was low, but the strength of each word seemed to be such that it could have ripped the skin off the beast that was He Yu and flung it bloodily to the ground.
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"But I hope you will also remember that I left my job four years ago."
"I have nothing to do with you being sick." A low, mellow voice was in He Yu's ear, hot with the heat, but the words were straight out of the ice, "But if you die, you can send me a dream to let me know, and if I'm in a good mood, I might go to your grave and burn incense for you. Bastard."
He said, straightening up and patting He Yu's cheek.
"Get lost."
Before the words were out of his mouth, his pupils suddenly shrank.
He Yu bites the tip of his finger so hard that blood is stained between his teeth...
"Xie Qingcheng ." He Yu stared intently at the man's face, the tip of his tongue sweeping over Xie Qingcheng's fingertips.
Xie Qingcheng withdrew his hand with a sullen face, but his wrist was unexpectedly clutched by He Yu.
He Yu glanced down first at the tattoo that cursedly recurred in his spring dreams, then licked his blood-stained lips, slurping his tongue back in pure disgust at Xie Qingcheng: "Your blood is sweet."
Xie Qingcheng almost slapped him, but fearing that the noise would attract the neighbours, he whispered, "Hands off."
He Yu didn't let go of his hand, but instead he clenched it tighter, secretly lifting Xie Qingcheng's wrist with an underhanded effort as he and Xie Qingcheng fought to a standstill.
He looks down, but his eyes rise, staring at Xie Qingcheng's face in the not-so-brightly lit doorway of the old house.
He Yu, as if he was trying to push all the unresolved grievances and heat into Xie Qingcheng's body, lifted Xie Qingcheng's wrist, exposing his inner tattoo, and then bit down hard on the inside of the reader's tender wrist.
As quenched poisonous juice.
Xie Qingcheng's face is tense, his hands painful and numb, but he can't make a sound, he can only stare into the darkness with He Yu's eyes, fighting against each other.
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"You remember. Xie Qingcheng." Finally He Yu relented, throwing Xie Qingcheng's arm around him, "You are my father's old friend, my personal doctor, and someone I slept with, I must be something different to you. Don't ever let me hear you say again that I count as anything to you."
His blood seemed to satiate him and to make him thirstier.
"And - don't ever get that close to Chen Man again. Because he's a disgusting faggot and he just has that nasty, dirty mind for you."
Xie Qingcheng stared at him with nice eyes for a moment and then said with immense disgust, " He Yu: are you in a position to talk about others now?"
"Who am I not to say."
"Don't you feel vain? Who's gay anyway? Aren't you? How can you have the face to say Chen Man? Think about your face!"
He Yu's cheeks twitched slightly as if he had been slapped hard in the face, his thin lips pursed, still stained with some dried blood.
He was so blue that he wanted to talk to Xie Qingcheng and say, "Not at all, I didn't do that with you because I liked you, I just thought it was cool, so since it wasn't like that, it wasn't romance, and it wasn't gay.
But his lips moved only once before Xie Qingcheng pushed him out of the room: "Go away. Get out of here."
"I'm not rolling. You've promised to go on with me -"
"Yes, I did promise you that. But now I'm tired and need to rest, and the night service you provided is over, got it? Don't take yourself too seriously."
He Yu: "...... What night service! It's mutual healing-"
Xie Qingcheng looked gloomy: "Then today's session is over, I feel good now, very good, can you, the barefoot doctor, go now?"
Then he was about to close the door.
The door was closed tightly in front of He Yu.
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The door, however, is stubbornly held against He Yu.
"Xie Qingcheng: don't you make me ......"
Xie Qingcheng didn't say a word, but closed the door with such force that He Yu's fingers got a red mark on the door frame, and the old iron door, which was in a state of disrepair, even had some burrs on the corners.
But he looked at Xie Qingcheng as if he could not feel it.
He was consumed with patience in such arguments and was now close to insanity, and even though he could not be coaxed or persuaded, Xie Qingcheng still refused him and scolded him.
He Yu had to take off his mask to reveal his face.
The tone was so gentle as to be morbidly creepy: "Good. Very well. You trust him so much, that Officer Chen of yours, don't you?"
Xie Qingcheng 森森然: "He's at least more normal than you."
He Yu suddenly bends his elbow against the door and raises his hand, his bloodied fingers pressed against Xie Qingcheng's chest.
He pressed closer to him and murmured in his ear, "It's okay, I'm not normal if you think I'm not normal, I'm used to it anyway, I've heard all those heartfelt words of yours in the video, and I've seen your hypocrisy a long time ago. I don't care what I look like to you, there's never been anyone, anyway, who has genuinely loved me and seen me as an equal ......"
The voice is an octave softer, as if it were to turn into silk, soft but cold, to twist around Xie Qingcheng's neck.
"I'm used to it."
The iron and wooden doors slammed shut behind them, and He Yu was considerate enough to remember to lock them behind him.
Just as the door was locked, he vented and began to press Xie Qingcheng back against the door panel for a kiss.
Xie Qingcheng was not really expecting him to have such physical strength.
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How long has this been going on?
"He Yu! Don't you go crazy here! Xie Xue she might come back ......"
Even Xie Xue was no longer a safe word for He Yu, who paused only for a moment before he gave Xie Qingcheng the answer - he pinned him down on his desk, where his half-written essay was scattered all over the floor.
What's wrong with mentioning Xie Xue?
He Yu's eyes were cold, and the old scar on his heart felt like it had been torn and was bleeding, so he went for the side of Xie Qingcheng's neck even more viciously, as if desperate for some kind of medicine to stop the bleeding.
Yes, Xie Qingcheng is like a medicine in his life, always able to suppress something, and like a cold prosthetic limb, always able to fill something.
It used to be a way to fill his missing kinship.
Now it can also fill the love he craves.
Although Xie Qingcheng was not the same as he had once expected, Xie Qingcheng was neither male nor gentle, nor did he treat him well; he was with him as if he were looking for someone who could barely fill in the gaps, like a false tooth, a new piece of metal after the painful loss of an arm, which was always a little less than perfect, but at least it could fill in the holes that were killing him.
Something is better than nothing.
With this in mind, He Yu whispered to Xie Qingcheng in the darkness, "She's not okay, she won't come back."
"You stay with me."
The voice is calm, not just like a madman, but lonely and paranoid to the extreme, self-absorbed in its reply, like madness and begging.
It was daylight outside the window. But the teenager said-
"It's dark, Xie Qingcheng . Don't you drive me away."
"I am really running out of places to go."
