He Yu was really drunk.
When he arrived at Xie Qingcheng, when he "touched" the real Xie Qingcheng, when he realized that Xie Qingcheng was really looking for him, he said everything.
His green face and fangs seemed to have dissipated. He was nothing more than a little dragonfly lost in a cave.
Xie Qingcheng half supported him and half supported him, and took him out of the Kong Ye club smoothly. When he arrived downstairs to check out the bill, the lady at the front desk was actually the same one from before.
"Hello… "
The waitress choked after speaking for a while.
She was shocked by the scene in front of her - what? ! He Shao actually broke up with this 1.68 million dog man who "fucked" He Shaoye and domestic violence? !
Outrageous! Can you do whatever you want when you're handsome? ! !
Xie Qing told her what she was thinking with her wide eyes, and he ignored her. He felt that He Yu's current state was too bad, when the boy leaned on him, he could feel the person's body as hot as a stove.
There is also the gauze wrapped around He Yu's wrist. What is going on with others, can he tell
He had to send He Yu home immediately.
Xie Qingcheng: "Checkout."
The waitress came back to her senses, and Nuke restrained himself from rolling his eyes: "Hello sir, the total consumption of the box tonight is 490,000."
"… "
Can rotten capitalism spend a hundred thousand dollars
Fortunately, He Yu was still drunk, he was just a little confused, but he still had the awareness to pay. Hearing this, he suddenly started to "touch" the card in his coat.
"I'll pay." He Yu took out the card, but leaned on Xie Qingcheng in anger, "I can pay, I have a lot of money now. Do you think... I'm just asking them for pocket money now. Now, I have everything you want... I made a lot of money... "
"I can give you more than my dad, Xie Qingcheng... You can pick me up."
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
The waiter was even more shocked: What kind of little mom literature is this? what did she arrive at? Did Mr. He also take care of this man? ? ! What is this now? Inheriting the father's business
With a screeching sound, the machine punched out the receipt.
The waiter was professionally trained, and no matter how shocked she was, she would say unless—forget it, she could hold it back.
She resisted the stormy waves in her heart, and handed the document to He Yu: "Young Master He, please sign it."
He Yu took the pen, painted a few ghost talismans at random, and gave it back to the other party.
Miss.
"...He, Young Master He, the one you signed can be used. I'll make it again. You can sign it again."
Xie Qingcheng: "How can it be used?"
The waitress endured contempt and handed the list to the handsome little mother who was eating rice.
Xie Qingcheng swept his eyes, and silently expressed some feelings.
Because He Yu was in a daze, the sign was actually:
"Xie Qingcheng, gift."
Xie Qingcheng drove He Yu back to the He family's villa.
It is very difficult to suppress one's bloodthirsty "nature" when such a psychotic episode begins.
Xie Qingcheng had also experienced it himself, and he knew how painful internal friction would be.
On the way, he was distracted to observe He Yu's situation. He Yu started to lean on the co-pilot with a white face and closed his eyes, biting a bit of rose blood from his lips.
When the two drove to the suburbs, He Yu finally held back. He opened his eyes abruptly and unfastened his seat belt. Xie Qingcheng immediately pulled over to the side of the car and stopped his work.
"What's wrong?"
He Yu said in a hoarse voice, "It's uncomfortable."
"I'm uncomfortable… "
The words he said were a little difficult.
"He Yu, hold on." Because of excessive use of "drugs", He Yu's resistance to "drugs" and "sex" has become more and more serious. Xie Qing said that he must have swallowed "drugs" before. Yes, but now the effect of the "medicine" has passed, and He Yu's disease period has passed. In this case, the patient has only three choices:
Number one, self-harm.
Second, hurt others.
Third, self-destructive "sex" uses higher doses of "drugs" to survive the subsequent episodes, but the patient's tolerance to the "drugs" will increase next time.
Xie Qingcheng reminded He Yu a long time ago, don't take more "medicine" and don't rely on "medicine", but He Yu was able to implement Xie Qingcheng's words for various reasons.
At this moment, He Yu's forehead was oozing with layers of fine sweat, his whole body was as hot as a stove, and even his eyes were burning.
He held back for a while, really held back, and started to grope around in the car, trying to 'touch' anything sharp so he could puncture his body with staggered wounds. As long as the blood flows, he should feel better...
"Where's the knife..."
He asked Xie Qingcheng hoarsely, and seemed to be asking himself, bloodshot in his eyes.
"Where's the knife?"
Xie Qingcheng held him down: "There is a knife. Fasten the seat belt. We will be home soon."
"... I'm going home. I want a knife." He Yu murmured, "I want a knife... give me a knife... I've suffered... "
The more Xie Qingcheng was like this, the more secure he felt.
Because Xie Qingcheng is the person who has treated the mental Ebola case No. 3, he has seen the symptoms of No. 3 gradually worsen. Theoretically speaking, if you rely on "drugs" to adjust, each episode of mental Ebola will be more difficult to control than the previous one, so the best way is to keep extremely calm and reduce the number of episodes.
When Xie Qingchen was with He Yu, he would always say something very damaging to He Yu, because his "nature" was so cold and hard, and secondly, he actually intended to raise He Yu's emotional threshold.
Over the years, He Yu's tolerance for cynicism has been somewhat higher, but those aspects that Xie Qingcheng could not broaden his threshold for, they still tormented the young man's feelings.
"He Yu, you bear it, can you come to me and talk?"
"..." He Yu stared at him for a few seconds, then turned his head away.
"I want a knife."
But where is the knife in the car
He managed to "grope" in the car, but he could "feel" everything that could self-mutilate. He wanted to get out of the car, but Xie Qingcheng locked the door.
He Yu's eyes became redder and redder, as if he was about to bleed.
"Why is there a knife... Xie Qingcheng... Why is there a knife? I've suffered!" He started to tear the bandage that he had wrapped around his wrist before, and Zuo Cong gradually became crazy.
The bandages were scattered, Xie Qingcheng felt cold, and was shocked—
He Yu's arms are criss-crossed, new wounds are stacked with old scars, and there are so many sores! !
Some of those wounds have not yet healed, and now He Yu has been torn apart twice, and blood is gushing out... How many times has he suffered before
"You are—"
Xie Qingcheng grabbed his wrist and stared at his pale face: "He Yu... How long have you been like this?"
He rubbed the wound on He Yu's wrist.
Road Road.
horizontally.
Staggered, startling.
This boy hurt himself too much... And he was by his side, actually obeying the Tao. Xie Qingcheng's voice trembled: "Why did you say it?"
"… "
"Have you told anyone about your current situation?"
He Yu thought vaguely and sadly, what did he say
His current illness was caused by asking for it. He found that he liked Xie Qingcheng, but he also said that he could get close to Xie Qingcheng. Xie Qingcheng liked him, Xie Qingcheng even hated him in his heart, so he wanted to do something with self-respect, and he wanted to let others know his feelings and ridicule him for being crazy.
He would rather really go crazy like this.
Every time Xie Qingcheng's indifferent rejection and ruthless cold eyes will stimulate his emotions. The "medicine" he has taken has become his current poison. When he lived, he had to sacrifice with blood to calm the emptiness in his heart.
Who can he talk to
Even now, facing Xie Qingcheng himself, he couldn't open his mouth, he could only adjust his gradually weakened self-awareness, and said to Xie Qing in a hoarse voice, "...It's none of your business."
"… "
"It's none of your business, Xie Qingcheng."
While suppressing himself in pain, he replied bluntly.
He really got it... He wanted to sniff blood.
Want to vent.
He hated so much that he took apart Xie Qingcheng's flesh and blood, and incorporated Xie Qingcheng's flesh and blood into his body bit by bit. He had such a strong desire in his heart, as if his body would hurt and his heart would be empty again. .
Want blood.
to love...
To... Xie Qingcheng.
His hands were trembling because he was extremely restrained by this desire.
"boom!!"
In the end, he restrained the frenzied anger in his body, and slammed his backhand on the car window. Xie Qingcheng's car was a good car. After the window glass was hit, under such a heavy blow, it suddenly cracked and crisscrossed like a spider web. mark.
He Yu was sweating all over. He looked at Xie Qingcheng almost resentfully, and his eyes were almost conscious.
He was extremely hateful and extremely sad and hissed and asked him: "Why are you torturing me like this? Why are you giving me a knife and a 'medicine'!!"
"I really want to kill you... I really want to kill you and then kill myself... I feel so bad, Xie Qingcheng... I feel so bad that I'm dying! I suffer... "
He was good at pulling the scars on his arms, and those wounds had already healed, and this kind of trouble made the flesh turn out, which was extremely terrifying.
"I got it!!!" He growled angrily, tears streaming down his face.
If it was in a mental hospital, He Yu would definitely have to use a restraint belt like this. His self-injury was so severe that he could control himself at all.
But there is nothing here, Xie Qingcheng had to hold him tightly and try to make He Yu do something more extreme.
"He Yu, you have to hold on... It's almost over... You have been relying on the "medicine" for a long time before, and if you hold on for a while, this illness will pass... "
"You're lying to me..." He Yu gritted his teeth, his consciousness became more and more 'chaotic', "You're lying to me...! I'm better... I've suffered! What you said is true... Everyone is lying Me! They are lying to me!!!"
His state was so bad that Xie Qingcheng could only appease him over and over again. Waiting for his own symptoms to subside is Xie Qing's only hope. Before that, he must firmly control He Yu, lest he hurt others or continue to hurt himself.
The car can drive, but fortunately it is in the suburbs, and there are many vehicles passing by, which will affect whoever is.
Xie Qingcheng pressed him directly like this, the quality of a professional doctor comforted him, this process was too long, He Yu was very angry, and he was the former child who could let Xie Qingcheng round and flatten, In addition, Xie Qingcheng's shoulder was injured, and gradually he began to exert his strength...
suddenly! !
He Yu got violent, broke free from Xie Qingcheng's restraint, and pushed Xie Qingcheng into the driver's seat instead!
He stared at the man with blood red eyes.
He Yu's emotions finally got out of control.
Xie Qingcheng's reflection was completely reflected in his eyes, and the whole pair of eyes seemed to be shrouded in blood mist, everything was chaotic.
The young man even stretched out his hand and violently pinched it around Xie Qingcheng's neck.
"Liars... They are all liars... You all hate me... You are all afraid of me... I'm going to kill you... I'm going to kill you!!"
"He Yu...!"
If it was the former Xie Qingcheng, it was absolutely possible for He Yu to get close to this step. He could ensure that he would be in danger of "life", but he thought that his arm would be used at this time. He struggled under He Yu's hands, very fierce, but he couldn't completely escape He Yu's restraint.
Gradually, his face flushed, and his breath passed through.
At this moment of life and death, he was "forced" to suddenly burst into a ferocity, relying on the remaining good arm, and his extremely strong fighting skills, he violently suppressed He Yu with his backhand, and took the opportunity to attack the opponent. The palm came out, and then the conditioned reflex slapped He Yu's face hard.
The sound of "pop" was crisp and clear.
After the slap, he was in a self-defense instinct, and the slap was heavy and accurate. When He Yu was beaten, his ears buzzed, and his eyes were dizzy. He propped himself up and frowned as he spoke.
Xie Qingcheng finally took in the oxygen at this time, his chest heaved violently, and he was breathing heavily. There were finger marks on his neck that were temporarily difficult to disappear, which were marks that He Yu almost pinched him to death when he fell ill.
He slowed down for a while, until He Yu was still so dangerous and froze in silence, Xie Qingcheng's first reaction was to suppress him again.
No matter how pitiful He Yu's current situation is, this situation is left to him to be free and responsible to everyone.
So Xie Qingcheng panted, raised the only healthy arm left, and held down He Yu again, trying to control him.
At this moment, He Yu suddenly raised his eyes and looked up at him.
Xie Qingcheng suddenly stopped.
It was because of his slap in the face that He Yu's eyes had lost some blood mist, and he seemed to be more awake, at least he could recognize who the person in front of him was. He looked a little weak like just before in the Kong Ye club, but at least he had that strong aggression, just like a normal person with a low mood.
"He Yu, you..."
"... Xie Qingcheng." He Yu finally recovered slowly, trembled, and called out in a low voice, as if the dying young dragon was whimpering, "Xie Qingcheng..."
He raised his hand.
Xie Qingcheng instinctively wanted to stop him.
But this time, He Yu's hand did anything to hurt him.
He Yu just wrapped Xie Qingcheng's waist with those trembling hands that signaled his emotional breakdown - and hugged him tightly.
Extremely distressed.
very sad.
Almost helpless.
He hugs him.
"I woke up… "
"I woke up... I, I just..." he shivered, "... I just went completely crazy...?"
Because it was in the carriage, although the two were fighting before, there was not a lot of room to stretch in the car. Although Xie Qingcheng was leaning over to suppress He Yu at this time, he was still as tall as when he was standing. He Yu was holding him at this time, and his head was resting on Xie Qingcheng's chest where he was resting on his heart.
With that heartbeat, He Yu regained some clear mind and began to feel extreme fear.
Did he almost kill him
Did he almost get a heart beating in this person's chest
He hugged him, desperately hugged for a long time.
long time…
However, Xie Qingcheng murmured to him, and said in a mournful voice: "Brother, give me a knife, I want to hurt you, but I really suffered..."
"I can't take it anymore... Would you let me do it myself?"
"Will you let me do it myself..."
Xie Qingcheng was very, very happy at that moment.
He wondered how He Yu had become like this.
Obviously, the year he left the He family, he confirmed that He Yu should be able to control his emotions. During the four years he was there, He Yu had also had any accidents.
Even after returning from him, all suddenly became more and more "chaotic" and fell into the abyss that was out of control.
Did he do something wrong
Or was his decision to leave in the first place wrong.
Xie Qing confessed that he can't even know what kind of inner changes this young man has had recently, and why his emotions have become more and more volatile. He Yu was at least honest with him before, but now he seems to have built a spiritual barrier against him. higher than anyone else.
What happened to He Yu...
"Xie Qingcheng..."
Xie Qingcheng came to his senses when the young man cried out to him again. He coughed softly, but at this moment, Xie Qingcheng chose as before, as a companion doctor, to appease this boy whose soul seemed to be broken.
"thing."
He patted him on the back: "It's a matter. Don't worry, it's mine."
"You'll be fine soon too."
"Use a knife to solve the problem, He Yu."
"The worst is over, you can endure it."
"Something's wrong..."
He patted He Yu on the back, comforting the extremely helpless boy at the moment.
This is him as a doctor, as the first emperor...
Even at this moment, he felt that this was what he should do as Xie Qingcheng.
"He Yu, give up."
There is hope.
As long as you live, as long as you surrender forever, there is hope for you and me, we...