With such an "interlude", the two have to rest, and the night is already deep.
After analyzing a lot of things for them tonight, Xie Qingcheng looked at He Yu, and finally there was no such heavy resistance as before.
"rest early."
He said and coughed a few times.
He Yu: "It's still cold?"
Xie Qingcheng: "It's fine. I'll drink some hot water and rest for a night."
As he spoke, he folded his clothes and walked to the table, where there was unfinished water, which was still warm.
Xie Qingcheng was leaning against the table, and while flipping through the information again, he slowly drank the water.
After all this tossing, Xie Qingcheng seemed more tired than before. He didn't know if he smoked too much and was in poor health. Since He Yuhe reunited, he only felt that his physical fitness was gradually fading away with the naked eye.
That morbid feeling was covered by Xie Qing's tall and sturdy body, like a gauze covered with snow, and in the hard masculinity, there was a kind of cold and ephemeral like morning mist. nice.
He Yu stood there and watched for a while, looking at this mist that he couldn't hold, and gradually became a little lost.
Xie Qingcheng turned back: "what's the matter?"
He Yu said, "Nothing... I'll go out and wash my face. You go to bed first."
He went out, cut some fabrics, and wrapped his wrists so that Xie Qingcheng would not see the marks of his self-injury when he fell asleep, and then returned to the house.
When he came back, Xie Qingcheng had already fallen asleep in bed with his eyes closed. He Yu looked at him quietly for a long time, the emotions in his eyes seemed gentle and dangerous.
He knew that he had more extreme thoughts about Xie Qingcheng than those criminals like Wang Jiankang.
Wang Jiankang killed them and organized them to sell/prostitution. He felt that they were too low-level. This kind of crime purely for money and power is as ugly, stupid and unsightly as a dog rolling in a quagmire.
Although he has a strange spirit, he has no interest in these things they are doing. The abnormal psychology in his bones makes him want to carve Xie Qingcheng into a work of art that belongs to him completely.
The so-called carving is to blind him so that he can only follow himself.
If he doesn't listen, then he will tear off his dragon scales one by one, strip off his dragon tendons, and then completely press his bloody body to his heart, fit him tightly, and let his body It is tightly bonded to the skin that was born from the blood of his own body.
So he can get him.
He is the only companion in this world, breathing together, and his heartbeat is sourced.
He Yu stood by the wall and tasted the blood in his heart for a while, then sighed and went to the bed.
- Xie Qingcheng reserved one side of the bed for him this time.
But he dared not sleep.
He Yu slowly took off his clothes with drooping eyelashes, chose to lie down on the floor again, and closed his eyes.
"… "
After he closed his eyes, Xie Qingcheng opened his eyes, his eyes squinted, and his eyes fell on He Yu's face in the dark.
What is this doing
He didn't want him to sleep with him before, but He Yu wanted to squeeze in.
Now he didn't care where He Yu slept, and even seeing that he was not paranoid, he reserved a bed for him to save the child from catching a cold.
But the child didn't sleep again, it was so baffling.
After a while, He Yu seemed to be aware of his gaze, and He Yu suddenly opened his eyes again.
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
He Yu: "… "
The bed rests on the pillow, meeting the eyes under the bed.
"..." He Yu's voice seemed a bit muddy, like the sound of the Buddha's bell that suppressed the evil beast.
"looking at what?"
Xie Qingcheng was very direct in speaking and doing things. Since he asked, he didn't beat around the bush: "Why are you sleeping again?"
"The bed is too hard, you are too thin, it's uncomfortable to lie down and hold. And you still smell of smoke."
"… "
He Yu: "I despise you."
"Then you'd better keep disgusting." Xie Qingcheng turned off the light: "Sleep."
It was dark all around, and the room returned to darkness.
He Yu pulled the quilt over his face, and whispered in a voice that the other party couldn't hear: "Xie Qingcheng, you are so stupid. I lied to you."
Xie Qingcheng was sleeping beside him, but he was taken out of the phone, silently opened Xie Qingcheng's WeChat interface, and entered a few words that he would not really send out.
"Thank you, good night."
Then he exited the page, clicked on the photo of Xie Qingcheng's side face, and kissed lightly.
He can only let out a little bit of his turbulent emotions like this.
Otherwise, he feels that the morbidity he finally suppressed by self-injury will make a comeback.
He Yu doesn't care whether he does animal things or not, anyway, his image in Xie Qingcheng's eyes is already a beast.
But he couldn't stand what Xie Qingcheng said.
Even though Xie Qingcheng was the toughest, bravest, and most powerful man he had ever seen, He Yu still felt that one's ability to bear was not endless.
Xie Qingcheng has endured too much, and he doesn't want his desire to be the last straw that crushes him.
That night, that's how it went.
Early the next morning, Xie Qingcheng He Yu asked the lodging farmer about the residence of Lu Yuzhu's ex-husband.
"His family should be in the heart of the county." The farmer's wife was not so sure, she turned her head and asked her husband, "Is it there?"
Husband: "Yeah, it seems to be on the North Street of the county seat. I'm not familiar with it, not sure, it's not like that."
After the man finished speaking, he greeted the two of them enthusiastically: "Are you going there? I happened to pick you up for a ride."
He took their transportation, naturally it was the cool tractor.
At the end, he smiled at He Yu and said, "Little handsome guy, you and I are destined to have a tractor. I just sat down last night to buy a small stir-fry for your brother, and I'm going to sit again after a sleep, hahaha."
The village was outspoken, and He Yuwai was too late to stop him, so he could only help his forehead.
Xie Qingcheng listened and understood.
He frowned slightly and looked at the boy beside him.
Although he saw the "color" of the vegetables last night, he knew that He Yu bought them for him, but now that he has been confirmed, the feeling is even more subtle.
Xie Qingcheng gave Xie Xue, Li Rouqiu, and Chen Wan such care. But he wasn't -- and was very unaccustomed to being looked after instead.
This feeling even made him a little uncomfortable, and he didn't understand what He Yu was trying to do.
After all, aside from the bond between the two of them who are orphans, it is a bed partner relationship that has ended.
He Yu: "I'm relieved, I can buy whatever I want. Don't stare at me, okay? It's scary."
Xie Qingcheng: "... let's take the car."
Although it is now the 2020s, fragments of the old era can still be seen everywhere on the county road in Qingli County.
The lintel of the non-staple food store is written in red lacquer characters full of 1980s.
The price list of the hairdresser's glass window has fallen or been knocked out.
At the entrance of the campus, wearing navy blue "color" factory clothes, they sell fried skewers, and the owner of the rice cake shop is lazily picking his teeth. Strings of low-quality plastic toys, popping candy, potato chips, and colorful candies hang on the doorstep of the small shop.
He Yu was born after the millennium. Although he knew about these 8090 or even 70 things with a strong sense of "color", he had little contact with them.
Xie Qingcheng was different. He was on the streets of Qingli County, and there was some nostalgia in his eyes.
Especially when he saw a Weixin food store in front of Qingli Elementary School that had long since disappeared in Huzhou, his footsteps even seemed to be tripped by an invisible rope, and suddenly became a little slow.
He Yu followed his gaze and was taken aback: "Pearl 'milk' tea is 2 yuan a cup?"
Xie Qingcheng: "It used to be the same price."
He Yu: "... What was it before?"
"Let me think."
Xie Qingcheng thought for a while, then put it in his pocket and went to Weixin Food Store: "When you were not born yet."
He Yu: "… "
The two of them entered the store, and the store was filled with the smell of re-frying oil workers' "milk" essence. The smell made He Yu's brows wrinkle, but it actually made Xie Qingcheng's brows stretch.
"Boss, two cups of 'milk' tea, and I want to ask you about a place."
He Yu whispered, "Just ask the place, what are you buying this 'milk' tea for. Can you drink it for two yuan a cup?"
Xie Qingcheng: "Two yuan a cup won't kill you."
The owner was very enthusiastic, and wrote the specific address of Lu Yuzhu's ex-husband's house on a greasy post-it note and handed it to them. After a while, the "milk" tea was ready.
Xie Qingcheng took a sip and felt very satisfied, that "milk" tea was the same as before.
When he was young, he also wore a school uniform on the way home. Xie Ping and Zhou Muying are very busy with work. When he was in elementary school, they gave him five yuan in pocket money every day, and asked him to buy something to pamper his stomach after school, otherwise Xie Qingcheng might be hungry when the two police officers come back. died.
The drink of pearl "milk" tea appeared in the fifth and sixth grade of Xie Qingcheng Primary School at the gate of their school.
It’s a very foreign thing. The price of two yuan a cup is not too cheap for elementary school students. After all, you can buy four small skewers for one dollar of fried pork loin, but you have to rush for a fresh drink. More than ten meters long.
Xie Qingcheng likes to go to the "Milk" tea shop. For the "Milk" tea shop, there is a place for students to sit down and do their homework. The shop also sells all kinds of fried skewers, grilled sausages, and soup balls. Xie Qingcheng ordered a cup of "milk" tea, some snacks, and finished his homework quietly. After going back and forth, his parents also knew that after work, he had to go to the "milk" tea shop at the gate of the school to have a look. Maybe Xie Qingcheng stayed inside before finishing his homework, so that they could take him home by the way. .
Later, Huzhou underwent earth-shaking changes. This kind of small shop gradually disappeared like confetti on the street.
Two yuan a cup of pearl "milk" tea told Xie Qingcheng that it was not as simple as "milk" tea, which meant that in spring, summer, autumn and winter, Xie Ping's bicycle bell rang outside the store—
The shop owner greeted, "Officer Xie, I'm here to pick up my son."
The man answered, came in with a smile, and patted Xie Qingcheng's head: "Well, every day I know to drink 'milk' tea and go home for dinner."
…
"Cough cough cough!!"
Xie Qingcheng's memory was suddenly interrupted by an earth-shattering cough.
He turned his head and faced the source of the voice. He saw that although He Yu had been patient, his face had turned slightly blue. The young master put down the "milk" tea and looked like he was about to enter the crematorium.
Xie Qingcheng: "...what's the matter."
He Yu was embarrassed to say something to the face of the shopkeeper, and pulled Xie Qingcheng to go out.
As soon as he got outside, he couldn't help it: "Can this thing be drunk?"
"I grew up drinking."
"… "
He Yu: "You, you..."
Xie Qingcheng: "Forget it, there is a generation gap between me and you. You can't understand me."
Between "understanding Xie Qingcheng" and "not drinking poison arsenic/frost", He Yu firmly chose the latter. He threw away the "milk" tea, and thought very scientifically that drinking such a thing would not be able to get through the second pulse of Ren Du and understand Xie Qingcheng. Li Rouqiu is willing to drink this stuff, she is so old, can she not drink it
Did she understand Xie Qingcheng
no.
Obviously, there is no need to drink this poisonous "drug".
Xie Qingcheng drank his stomach very much. He drank the pearl "milk" tea all the way, and he didn't even smoke anymore. He followed the address given by the owner and searched all the way. Xie Qingcheng ate the last one. After glutinous rice pearls, Liang stopped at the door of a commercial and residential storefront.
The two uncles looked at the words of the shop, looked at the address and house number, and looked back and forth several times, only to make sure that they were not looking for the wrong place.
—The shop had a thick red curtain, and the dirty glass doors had words like "massage", "hairdressing", "foot wash" written at random, but they didn't indicate the price.
The most square is the shop's word: "Awen Shampoo".
Apparently this is a hair salon that does "that" business.
They never thought that Lu Yuzhu's ex-husband would live in such a place, Xie Qingcheng hesitated a little before knocking on the door.
After more than ten minutes, just when two people suspected that it was not there, the curtain of the hair salon was pulled open a little, and the sliding glass door was also opened a crack.
Behind the curtain stood a young girl, very young, only eighteen or nineteen years old. The girl first watched them vigilantly from head to toe, and then seemed to have come to a certain judgment, and was about to close the door without saying a word.
Xie Qingcheng blocked the door: "Please wait a moment."
The girl looked at him blankly.
Xie Qingcheng: "Is Yi Qiang there?"
They inquired about Yi Qiang, the word of Lu Yuzhu's ex-husband.
When the girl heard the word, she closed the door and paused: "Aren't you the police?"
He Yuzai was speechless, even if it was a policeman, if she asked this, the police would not admit it.
But he still replied to her: "No. We are here to find Yi Qiang."
"My dad has been out for several months and is not at home."
He Yu was startled, Dad
Could it be that this is the daughter of Lu Yuzhu Yiqiang
But she doesn't look like Lu Yuzhu at all, and she looks weak. If the girl last night was her, it would be impossible for He Yu to let her escape successfully, let alone mistake her for Lu Yuzhu.
"Are you Yi Awen?"
The girl replied numbly, "That's my sister. My name is 'Lu' and 'Lu'."
It turned out to be the daughter of Elbehai's married wife.
Seeing that the two men were not here to find fault, "Lu" and "Lu" relaxed a little, but she still stared at their faces: "Is there anything you want to do with my dad?"
"It's not a very important matter, it's fine if he's not there. By the way." He Yu said casually, "Can we meet your sister."
"Lu" "Lu" shrank back, her entire face was almost hidden behind the curtain, and she only looked at them from a gap.
"My dad isn't here, and my sister isn't here either, you guys."
Xie Qingcheng: "We are not the police, and we have no malicious intentions. Can you..."
"Lu" "Lu" has closed the door.
Xie Qingcheng was about to knock on the door, but He Yu grabbed him and shook his head: "Let's go first."
When the two left the door of Awen's hair salon, He Yu said, "We can't ask anything like this. Compare our hearts. Those who survive in this environment will be very alert."
"Then what do you say?"
He Yu: "Try it later."
After Xie Qingcheng arrived at dinner, he finally figured out what He Yu wanted to do.
The young man asked the lodging farmer for some old clothes that he could wear on the ground. He casually matched them with them. Then he cut some hair, carefully glued it into the shape of a beard, put it on his face, and finally looked in the mirror. The low-quality bronze "color" loose powder bought from a small daily chemical store in Qingli County was puffed on my face.
Makeup and disguise is an elective major of the School of Media and Communication, and I didn't expect it to be useful in such a situation.
He Yu came out of the bathroom, startling Xie Qingcheng.
Where is this person in front of him or the handsome and gentle male college student from before? Ming is a sloppy villager described by wind and rain.
He Yu smiled and said, "How is it?"
"… totally unrecognizable."
"Yes, then I'll make one for you too."
Xie Qingcheng narrowed his eyes: "What's your idea?"
He Yu said, "What else can I do when I go to the hair salon at night?"
Xie Qingcheng: "You don't mean to..."
"When that 'Lu' and 'Lu' were talking, I looked in the crack of the door, and there were several girls sitting inside. I couldn't see how many there were, but there were always four or five. This store does Since we are living illegally, we are eager to inquire about the news, and we are willing to find nothing." He Yu pulled Xie Qingcheng and took him to the bathroom, "You have to pretend to be a guest. Come, I will put on makeup for you. I made it all up, and I said that I didn’t introduce it from the nearby village. I wanted to have some fun, but I was afraid of being discovered and didn’t want to do it in my own village, so I came to patronize their business together.”
Xie Qingcheng felt that this was really "chaotic" at times.
But on second thought, although this idea is indeed a bad idea, there seems to be no other way now.
He Yu put makeup on Xie Qingcheng. He does these things that require meditation, and likes to listen to some music, with random songs floating in the machine.
The music was on, and a song that was very familiar to He Yuyan was cut.
He listened to it for a while, and reacted, oh, this is the soundtrack of the movie "The Tuner".
He Yu's makeup brush suddenly paused, and an idea came to mind.
"Xie Qingcheng."
Xie Qingcheng opened his eyes: "Huh?"
"Would you mind wearing contact lenses? I happen to have a style in my suitcase that I can use. I have an idea, maybe I can make those girls feel more relaxed when they receive us."