Li Rouqiu didn't recognize this young man at first. After all, He Yu was already too different from the junior high school students she entertained at that time. After a while, he suddenly recovered: "Ah, is it you?"
There was some embarrassment on her face.
He Yu was not embarrassed and smiled: "Aunt Li, it's me, hello."
"..." The little bunny's mouth is too poisonous, at Li Rouqiu's age, at most, she can call her sister.
But he chose to call her Auntie, as if to remind her of something.
Li Rouqiu: "You, you are so old. When I saw you back then, you were still a child..."
He Yu still smiled and said nothing.
Li Rouqiu: "We haven't seen each other for many years."
He Yu: "It's been a long time."
Li Rouqiu and the boy looked at each other for a while, she was very delicate emotionally, and she immediately noticed that He Yu looked at her in the wrong way.
That feeling... how to say
Even a little familiar.
She thought about it for a while and realized that she was somewhat similar to the young girl who came to make trouble.
Li Rouqiu felt the smell coming, and was stunned for a moment.
She didn't know why the boy looked at her with such eyes.
"You...Aren't you going to celebrate the New Year with your parents tonight?" She hesitated and asked him tentatively.
He Yu's answer was very simple: "Discord. I'm with Brother Xie."
"But..." Li Rouqiu wanted to ask more, but Xie Qingcheng interrupted her.
Xie Qingcheng: "You come with me."
Li Rouqiu had no choice but to give up, Xie Qingcheng glanced sideways, stared at He Yu for a few seconds warningly, and then walked towards Xie Xue.
Although Xie Xue hated Li Rouqiu to death, she, like Xie Qingcheng, was not someone who would step on when others were in distress. Knowing that Li Rouqiu was beaten badly by that scumbag, the corners of her mouth were swollen and one of her teeth was loose, she still agreed to take Li Rouqiu to a nearby hotel to take care of her for two days.
After arranging everything, Xie Qingcheng sat alone in the house and smoked.
No one came in to disturb him again, Aunt Li was very interesting, and He Yu was also called by those aunts and uncles to chat.
The crowd outside was making a gentle noise, as if they didn't see anything just now, as much as possible to leave him as peaceful as possible. In the middle of the night, snow began to fall in the sky again, and gradually the windows were blurred by the mist, only the red window grilles attached to the glass were clear.
Xie Qingcheng's eyes were as hazy as the mist, he pressed out the last cigarette with his slender fingers, got up and went to the shower room to wash up.
The room was very stuffy. He smoked too much cigarettes and drank some alcohol, and his mental state was really bad. It took him a long time to fall asleep dimly.
About the time when the main station began to sing "Unforgettable Tonight", the door opened.
He vaguely thought it was Xie Xue coming back, and it wasn't until the man walked past the curtain and came to his bed that he realized that it was He Yu.
Xie Qingcheng lay on the bed and didn't want to speak. He only slightly opened his peach blossom eyes and looked at him indifferently, his eyes empty.
He didn't get angry in front of Li Rouqiu, but he did feel—very shameful.
Very embarrassing.
Li Rouqiu may not feel much, because she betrayed him, she came back to cry to him in front of so many people, Xie Qingcheng felt that her scars were naked/naked and opened for everyone to see.
It also includes He Yu.
He felt that he was quite a failure, and he couldn't even keep his wife. Any big man would be very hurt. After so many years, he thought that the wound would not bleed again.
But her arrival undoubtedly made the flesh fester from the inside.
pain.
In the darkness, the man and the boy looked at each other silently.
After a long time, Xie Qingcheng said hoarsely, "Go back. The excitement is over."
He Yu said, "Xie Qingcheng, you can completely let her go."
"She's my ex-wife."
"Just an ex-wife."
Xie Qingcheng was annoyed and closed his eyes. He was already in a trance. Excessive cigarettes and alcohol made his consciousness very slow.
He said, "Don't mind your own business, let's go."
After the incident in the studio, He Yuming planned to restore the minimum respect to Xie Qingcheng.
But that night changed again, as if the moment he saw Li Rouqiu appear, what he thought of "peaceful", "tolerance", and "friendliness to the same kind" all fucking vanished.
He turned a layer of boiling tar-like lava in his heart and squinted: "Xie Qingcheng, let me ask you, why did you talk to her so politely just now? You don't really plan to forgive her and get back with her. Then you have no lower limit, anyone can always give up on you, you—"
"When the hell am I going to reunite with her?" Xie Qing got angry and sat up from the bed abruptly. He, "When am I going to forgive her? But she's a girl! She used to be my wife! What do you want me to do to her? You asked me to drive her down the road on New Year's Eve in winter? I'm a big man, you Get it? I can't fuck like that with a woman! I can't!"
"It's not about a man or a man at all. Everything has to be right or wrong. It's a matter of righteousness for someone who has betrayed him to not cramp and drink blood. Besides, she was stealing at that time—"
Xie Qingcheng couldn't bear it anymore.
He knew that He Yu had heard the whole story clearly when he was at the door.
For so many years, he has never been willing to mention in front of people why he divorced Li Rouqiu. He just said that his relationship has faded. No man is willing to admit that his wife is getting along with another person. This is not a question of right or wrong, but how big it is shame
Xie Qingcheng's eyes were red as if they were about to drip blood, and he said with hatred, "Do you think it's interesting to know this?"
"… "
"Shut up, He Yu. What do you know?"
"I'm thinking that I'm not that bad, right? Ah? I was good enough to her at that time. I would support her whatever she wanted to do and whatever she wanted to do. Is it my fault that she was stealing?!"
He Yu's face was also ugly: "I didn't mean that."
But Xie Qingcheng didn't seem to be so calm anymore. Tobacco and alcohol consumption, mental stimulation, and He Yu's persecution made him suddenly unable to control himself and became very irritable.
Now He Yu knew that he also had mental Ebola, but he suppressed it very well. It was even more unpleasant to see him get out of control because of Li Rouqiu's affairs.
He felt that the hatred and discomfort in his heart were even more gloomy, and his eyes were a little red: "But Xie Qingcheng, then a bitch can stimulate you like this, you shouldn't."
"Don't say such ugly words in front of me, you don't understand everything about her, and she is my ex-wife after all, do you understand?"
He Yuding looked at him: "If you say that, it means that you still care about her."
"Fuck me, I care about a ghost!" Xie Qingcheng began to tremble with anger, and he also realized that he couldn't break out like this anymore, but the extreme shame still prevented him from ending the quarrel with He Yu.
Yes, he never quarreled with Li Rouqiu.
However, now that He Yu was standing in front of him, he just wanted to scold and vent. He even wanted to pick up the lampstand next to him and smash it over to let He Yu get out.
Perhaps at this moment, he is also a wounded blue dragon, curled up in his cave to heal his wounds, and does not want any of his kind to invade his territory at this time.
Since they are both males, who knows if He Yu will wear his fangs around his neck and kill him
He thought so, and he did so.
With a sound of "Bang!", the lamp smashed past, making a terrifying loud noise.
He Yu was caught off guard, his forehead was rubbed by the acute angle of the lampstand, the sharp-edged knife slashed his flesh, and warm blood immediately dripped from his wound.
"..." The young man was silent for a long time, raised his hand, touched his wound lightly, rubbed a little blood in the darkness, rubbed it between his fingers, and stared at his fingertips silently.
Xie Qingcheng: "Go away."
"Get out."
The young man looked at the blood in his palm, and after a long time, he smiled lightly, and when he raised his eyes again, there was a strange red light in the bottom of his eyes.
"Xie Qingcheng..." He sighed, "Why don't you want me to treat you better?"
"It's only been a few days, you treat me like this."
He approached Xie Qingcheng's bed step by step, and then looked down at him condescendingly.
He Yu felt that he was about to get sick. His heart was indescribably irritable, suffocated, and painful. The intersection of these feelings made him numb, violent, and bloodthirsty.
"Are you going to get along with me like this in the future, Xie Qingcheng?"
"… "
"That woman, she's just a shameful betrayal, a thief, and it's not a pity to smash her corpse into thousands of pieces, but I'm your same kind. How could you hurt me like this for her."
"I didn't do it for her—"
But lunatics and lunatics simply cannot communicate at the moment.
They seem to be venting their emotions on their own channels, and the two waves can never hit the rocks.
He Yu didn't appear to be overly emotional, but he was actually less rational than Xie Qingcheng at this time. Xie Qingcheng knew when to release it, and where the boundaries of venting were. As long as it was touched, it should be controlled and suppressed in time.
But He Yu was different.
He Yu is a young dragon. He doesn't know much about adjustment. He seems to be more stable, but the light and shadow in his eyes are more muddy.
He suddenly raised his blood-stained hand, stroked the broken hair in front of Xie Qingcheng's forehead, and twisted the broken hair upwards with his thumb.
He said softly to himself, "But what's the use of you being so nice to her?"
"She still uses you as a spare tire and a recycling bin."
"She doesn't respect you, Xie Qingcheng."
"She doesn't love you."
"I fucking want you to tell me!" Xie Qingcheng was furious, this time he got up and got out of bed to chase people, "I tell you He Yu, you are just a child, you don't understand anything! Yes, I I'm not respected by her, am I doing a bad job? I deserve a divorce, I deserve to be laughed at by you, I deserve-"
He couldn't finish the sentence.
Because He Yu held his hands, cut them back and pressed them over, they both fell on the bed, Xie Qingcheng suddenly opened his eyes, and the next second the boy was in the New Year's bell that suddenly sounded outside. He kissed the man's lips that smelled of tobacco.
"Yes, Xie Qingcheng. You really deserve it." He Yu whispered to him as he panted from this vague and fierce kiss, "You deserve to mess with me."
"You let go... You fucking... let me go!" Xie Qingcheng shouted in a low voice between the kisses, "What are you going to do! Didn't you fucking say you won't do this in the future!"
He Yu put one big hand around his neck and the other around him. After hearing Xie Qingcheng's words, he pulled a little distance away and rubbed his eyes carefully between his eyebrows.
He was still pressing on Xie Qingcheng's body, his lips were less than half an inch from Xie Qingcheng's lips, and when his chest rose and fell, he could clearly feel it.
"You said you wouldn't do it again." Xie Qingcheng finally panted and said softly.
The sound insulation of the old house is not good, and there are people outside. He is already very embarrassed today.
They are so ugly now, and the sound just now was enough to attract the attention and peeping of others, Xie Qingcheng didn't want to lose more face.
"He Yu, I hope you can do what you say."
He Yu looked at him silently, his eyelashes drooped, his eyes moved from Xie Qingcheng's eyes to Xie Qingcheng's lips: "I did say, don't worry, I won't break my promise."
His eyes were faint, and the gaze on his lips turned back to the other's eyes.
When He Yu looked at Xie Qingcheng's lips, his eyes were very eager, but when he looked at Xie Qingcheng's eyes, it became very deep.
"but-"
His fingers stroked Xie Qingcheng's forehead little by little.
Closing his eyes, the tip of his nose gently rubbed against Xie Qingcheng's ear temples.
When it was opened again, a cold and chaotic fire was burning in it.
"Some things can be different. Would you like to try?"
Xie Qingcheng didn't understand what he meant by these words, and what could be different, He Yu suddenly pulled the belt on his bathrobe.
Xie Qingcheng was really angry and red-eyed: "Do you want to do this again? You can swallow whatever you say. You can treat all mental illnesses with respect, but you can't just fucking treat me, right?!"
He Yu didn't say a word, almost arrogantly suppressed, and pressed the belt between Xie Qingcheng's teeth, making him unable to speak clearly.
When things reached this point, Xie Qingcheng couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't want to choose violence, but only violence was his driving force. He picked up the cup next to him and first splashed the water on the boy's face. He Yu still didn't leave when the water splashed on him. Instead, he wanted to hold him tighter. Xie Qing angrily smashed the empty cup over!
Only a muffled sound of "bang" was heard, and more blood dripped from He Yu's injured and cut forehead. The blood not only leaked out, but dripped down.
Hot red blood ran down his face.
Through the dark eyebrows, it quickly penetrated into the eyes of the young man.
Blood filled his eyes.
And then—abruptly fell.
Like a tear of blood, it silently slipped from the end of the devil's eyes.
"..." Maybe He Yu's eyes were too terrifying, or maybe it was the blood and tears streaming down the boy's wet face, which made Xie Qingcheng realize that this was really out of control, and he couldn't really kill someone in his 30th year. .
Xie Qing's blue-veined hand trembled a little, and was finally held tightly by He Yu's hand. The boy's fingers sank between his fingers and wrapped around his fingers instead of the cup he was holding tightly...
When He Yu's blood-stained finger voluntarily fell into Xie Qingcheng's palm, Xie Qingcheng was clasped by his erotic fingers, and when the palm was full, there was no room for the murder weapon. The edge of the bed tumbled and smashed to pieces on the ground.
Xie Qingcheng listened to the sound of the porcelain breaking, and closed his eyes suddenly, his expression was extremely painful, as if he had been tortured mad by what happened today...
"Xie Qingcheng..."
He Yu raised his hand slowly, his eyes seemed crazy but calm, sad and sullen.
He touched Xie Qing's cold face.
"I said it. Some things can be different."
Then he bowed his head—
did something he had never done before.
Xie Qingcheng had already despaired of him, but what he didn't expect was that after He Yu tore off his shirt, he lowered his head and lowered his body, actually... He actually...
"!!"
Xie Qingcheng's eyes widened suddenly, and his mind went blank. What happened now was beyond his imagination.
What is He Yu doing