Xie Qingcheng returned home with a complicated mood.
While he could not bear to hurt He Yu, he realized more and more clearly that he couldn't "help He Yu come" as he said in the initial confession.
He gradually became so powerless that it even seemed that freedom was slowly falling.
The thing with the highest temperature is actually a person's true feelings. Any iron or mysterious ice will eventually melt away in the side of sincere feelings.
This made Xie Qingcheng feel uncomfortable and even dangerous.
Steel is his armor and weapon, and Xuanbing is his heart. He desperately needs them, not the other person's affection. This cannot be changed.
"Brother, you are back."
After entering the dormitory door, He Yu just stood with his schoolbag on his back. He was wearing a white 'color' hooded sweatshirt that was very student-like, and he looked at him so obediently.
"..." Xie Qingcheng glanced at him and the door opened.
Before He Yu had dinner, he went to Xie Qingcheng's dormitory and took Xie Qing to drink water from the mug he had thrown away, as if he was very thirsty. After drinking the water, it was the same as usual, put down the schoolbag, sat on the thick carpet of the coffee table and started to do homework.
He Yu has always been like this since the case of Zhilong Entertainment was solved.
Xie Qingcheng didn't take it seriously at first, so he let him go, especially the "blood worm" was known to Duan Wen's organization, although Jiang Liping said that Duan Wenmu didn't seem to take He Yu. , Xie Qingcheng is still not at ease. He Yu can come when he wants to come. He also took the monitoring tape that he sent to He Yu and took it back and changed it, and built an emergency alarm system.
But later, he was a little upset about He Yu's existence. He opened the refrigerator, brought a can of cold beer, opened it with a click, and quenched his thirst with a few drinks - his alcohol tolerance was not high, and the beer was just right.
The cold wine dripped down his throat, slightly soothing Xie Qingcheng's restless heart.
He turned around and asked He Yu, "What do you want to eat?"
While doing his homework, He Yu replied, "I want to eat white asparagus with truffles."
"Where can I find truffles and white asparagus for you."
"Then eat monkfish stew pot."
"Fishing for you now?"
"Then..." He Yu still wanted to report the name of the dish. Seeing that the beer cans in Xie Qingcheng's hand were slightly deformed by the impatient he squeezed, he changed his direction, "...that's fine, it's easy to raise. Brother, you If you have the heart, you can eat frozen dumplings."
Xie Qingcheng was so busy that he actually cooked a bag of quick-frozen dumplings to feed the children.
"..." He Yu faced the plate of dumplings with a solemn expression, a little aggrieved, hesitated for a long time and couldn't put down his chopsticks. He wanted to order takeout from the hotel, but felt that Xie Qingcheng would be unhappy, and finally had to reluctantly eat a few. No matter how you eat it, it doesn't taste right.
"Brother Xie, can you make handmade dumplings?"
Xie Qingcheng glanced at him: "No time."
The boy looked even more aggrieved.
It stands to reason that Xie Qingcheng never said that He Yu was wronged. When he hated He Yu the most, he wanted to dig a hole and bury the beast himself. But now he caught a glimpse of the lost expression on He Yu's face, and he couldn't bear it. It's as if the child's father is disappointed when he sees the child buying an unloved toy, and feels very uncomfortable.
So the godfather's mouth moved faster than his brain, Xie Qingcheng said, "...Okay, next time."
After saying that, I was startled and regretted.
But He Yu's drooping head suddenly stood up.
Xie Qingcheng told him next time!
You must know that Dr. Xie has always told him that he is not an example!
He Yuyi was delighted, quick-frozen dumplings did not seem to be an insurmountable difficulty. He not only finished the dumplings, but also found a bottle of compound fruit-flavored sour from Xie Qingcheng's refrigerator after the meal. "Milk", began to drink "milk" with relish.
Xie Qingcheng casually ate a few dumplings to pad his stomach, and then started to call the laboratory. He spoke terms that He Yu could not understand, but He Yu was still very fascinated, mainly Xie Qing Cheng's voice is really nice, with a low and slow magnetic resonance, a very typical mature male subwoofer, a bit like the mature male tyrant in the tyrant radio drama, after listening to it for a long time, the folds in my heart can be "sexed" by him. The voice ironed slowly and properly.
It took almost an hour to make a phone call. After speaking, Xie Qing had a slight cough.
He Yu thought about it, went to the refrigerator to find another bottle of sour milk, and ran over and handed it to him.
Xie Qingcheng suspected that he was disturbing him, turned his face away, frowned slightly and continued to talk to the person on the other end of the phone.
He Yu opened the lid and brought his mouth to serve the family. In the end, I didn't want to deliver it too hastily, and rubbed Xie Qingcheng's lips and profile.
The thick and sour "milk" bottle was covered with "milk", and when it was touched coldly, all the white/turbid stuff splashed on Xie Qingcheng's handsome and serious face.
Xie Qingcheng finally couldn't take it anymore, got distracted, paused the conversation, and said to He Yu, "Take your things away, don't drink!"
It's common for college professors to have a bad attitude, but it's rare to have such a bad attitude on the lips and face with such a whimsical stain. He Yu looked at his heart, and listened even more, subconsciously "licked" his lips. He almost wanted to lean in and kiss him, and then "lick" off the "milk" stain a little bit.
The collaborator on the opposite side of the phone heard Xie Qingcheng's synthesis, purification, and he told him the details. Suddenly, he said no, and was stunned for a moment: "Why don't you drink? What don't you drink?"
"No." Xie Qingcheng glanced at He Yu and wiped his face with two tissues. "There is a friend at home who was talking to him just now."
Xie Qingcheng would never consider him a "friend". This seems like something to celebrate.
But that's not what He Yu wanted.
What he wanted was Xie Qingcheng's whole person and whole heart.
In fact, since the dust settled, He Yu has been recalling the kiss that Xie Qing took the initiative to give him in the fire in the basement.
Ruthless and righteous, knowing your love, but not being ashamed, it becomes a healing kiss.
He Yu still remembered Xie Qingcheng's eyes at that time.
It was very beautiful, and it looked like a glass of glass under the light of the fire, just looking at him like that.
It seems to be saying, I'm sorry kid, I can't give you more feelings.
He Yu stopped the bleeding by him, and he made up the knife.
Heartbroken by him, soul hooked by him.
He thought that if they died at that time and he went to hell, the first thing he would do would be Xie Qingcheng's "fuck", whoever asked him to seduce him, he was a romantic ghost and couldn't let him go.
Just thinking about it, Xie Qingcheng coughed again.
He Yu had no choice, so he put down the sour milk and asked him in a hoarse voice, "How long do you have to fight?"
"It's been a long time." Xie Qingcheng looked at the table below, "If you're really sleepy, go home or you'll be noisy."
"One hour?"
"At least two hours."
It's not good to like uncles. Uncles tend to focus on work, and they don't focus too much on other things when they work.
The young boy had no choice. His body was very hot, so he had to go to the bathroom first, stayed in it for almost an hour, and took a shower. After he came, he saw Xie Qingcheng was still coughing while talking on the phone. After thinking about it, Turned around and went to the kitchen.
There were still some pears and rock candy in the refrigerator. He Yu searched the Internet for a recipe, and was about to fire when the phone suddenly rang.
"Hey, Mom."
The call was from Lu Zhishu, who was ordered by Duan Wen to take care of He Yuyuan: "It's so late, why haven't you slept yet?"
He Yu cut pears with his phone between his head and said, "Yes."
"In dormitory?"
"… at someone else's house."
"Who?"
He Yu didn't want to talk to Lu Zhi so much.
His mentality is like that of middle school students who don't want to let their parents know about their relationship.
Probably because he knew very well that Lu Zhishu and He Jiwei would not accept that he fell in love with a man thirteen years older than his arrogance, and that man was Xie Qingcheng.
So instead of answering Lu Zhishu's words, he asked, "Mom, what's the matter with you?"
Lu Zhishu: "Oh, that's right, about your illness... and about Huang Zhilong. Mom has been thinking about it for a while, and she feels very uncomfortable, but she can't worry about you. It just so happens that Mom's project in Yanzhou is coming to an end soon. , the next thing to do is to live in Shanghai, and plan to return to Shanghai to live permanently."
"..." He Yu cut pears for a while, "Are you going to live in Shanghai?"
"Yeah, I'll be back next month."
He Yu thought about it carefully, but he didn't think about any sense of joy.
Lu Zhishu had been affectionate towards him for a long time, and he was trying his best to ease the relationship with his parents, but the estrangement in his heart had already arisen, and he could not rely on her like He Li.
But he still asked: "So what do you need to prepare?"
Lu Zhishu smiled and said, "No, I ordered the housekeeper to do it. But there is one thing that I have to discuss with you."
"You say."
"I plan to hire Dr. Anthony as a resident family doctor. In the room of Dr. Zhi Xie, you have to look at what you need to clean up. Let's make it for Anthony."
He Yu's slender fingers were clinging to the fruit knife, the tip of the knife hanging on the pulp, in a posture of opening his belly.
"..." He paused, "the signal was not good just now, I didn't hear it clearly, can you say it again?"
Lu Zhishu didn't listen to the yin and yang in his tone, she always thought that He Yu liked Xie Xue, and Xie Qingcheng was only able to have such a place in He Yumian because of Xie Xue's face.
So she repeated it again indifferently: "Say, Xie Qingcheng gave that room to Dr. Anthony, let's vacate it, anyway, it's empty."
He Yu cut it down slowly, the juice of the fruit was sticky, seeped in, and soaked his hand.
"Mom, when did you say that you need a resident family doctor?"
As soon as Lu Zhi stopped writing, she finally felt the coldness in He Yu's voice.
"He Yu, isn't mom worried about you? I hope you get better soon? Dr. Anthony is an expert in this field, and is good at hypnosis and soothing. With him—"
"I don't think I should be 'fascinated' or 'confused' by hallucinations." He Yu interrupted Lu Zhishu's words, "If you want that room, please don't go with you. Also, you don't need Anthony to live at home. If you let him live If it is, I will live in another place and will not go back.”
"You... what are you talking about..."
"It's not angry words." He Yu said, "It's just a fact."
"He Yu-"
"This is something else. If you have nothing else to say, hang up first."
He had nothing to like or dislike about Anthony.
But that room was always left to Xie Qingcheng, the door engraved with Endless Xia, he did not allow anyone to go except Xie Qingcheng and himself.
Stew pears in rock sugar and simmer slowly over low heat, it will be ready after an hour.
He Yu put it carefully in the porcelain cup, and brought Xie Qing to the computer desk.
Xie Qingcheng was still wearing glasses, and while checking the content, he wore a headset to communicate with the collaborator on the other end of the phone.
"Professor." He Yu asked him, "It's been two hours, how long do you have?"
Xie Qing threw himself in, but didn't notice that he was still there, and was startled: "You didn't leave?"
He Yu shook his head.
Xie Qingcheng thought he was sleeping in his room, so he asked again, "Are you arguing?"
He Yu shook his head again.
"Wait a minute, there's still half an hour."
He Yu gave him a whole smile.
This guy is really tense all the time.
"Forget it, it's okay, take your time."
But Xie Qingcheng thought that he really couldn't sleep because of the noise, so he ended the call after being stuck in time.
He was relieved and turned his head. Just as he was about to say something to He Yu, his eyes darkened. It turned out that He Yu was already close and standing beside his chair.
Immediately afterwards, Xie Qingcheng's hand was stuffed with a warm porcelain stewing pot, which was very warm, as if it had been chopped and boiled to melt the lust in his heart.
Xie Qingcheng was stunned for a moment and opened the lid to take a look.
"Where did you buy the ice candy Sydney?"
He Yu looked at him with a smile and said nothing.
Xie Qingcheng took a closer look, the pears were dug out with bitter cores, and even the hard-to-chew skins were carefully removed, the pieces of Chuanbei were hidden in the heart of the pears, and the pears were immersed in sugar water, which seemed to flow down the boy's heart. . Sweetness and heat are nowhere to be found.
Xie Qingcheng came back to his senses: "You..."
"Be smart." He Yu raised his eyebrows, and suddenly raised his hand to hold Xie Qingcheng's face, "It's easy to learn after learning it. Eat it while it's still warm."
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
He suddenly felt that the porcelain cup in his hand was a little hot.
It was so hot that he could barely hold it.
He hasn't had such a delicate Sydney soup in... ten years.
This thing is too troublesome and unpalatable. It is mixed with sweetness and bitterness, and the tongue is astringent. Although it is a good "medicine", after all, there is a very easy substitute for syrup. So since his parents left, no one has cooked such a time-consuming, laborious and troublesome Chuanbei Bingtang Sydney soup for him.
Xie Qingcheng suddenly sighed: "He Yu..."
"Ok?"
"You said it would be nice if you were a woman. Then..." He was halfway through, knowing that he had made a blunder, and he couldn't go on talking about this kind of scumbag. So he stopped, lowered his head and drank a pear soup.
He Yu was stunned for a moment, he vaguely felt that Xie Qingcheng's words just now were worth pondering, but he also wanted to see Xie Qingcheng's reaction to the soup he boiled.
After a few seconds—
"Cough cough cough!!!"
He Yu was taken aback by the earth-shattering cough. He forgot to examine Xie Qingcheng carefully. He jumped up and hurriedly said, "Brother, what's the matter with you?"
Xie Qing's face turned ashen, he pushed the porcelain cup aside, couldn't help covering his mouth, looking like he wanted to vomit.
Seeing that the situation was not right, He Yu picked up the porcelain cup and drank it—
"puff!!!"
The spoon fell.
"My God! Why is it so salty!!"
It turned out that He Shao's ten fingers did not touch the spring water, and he was not familiar with the furnishings of Xie Qingcheng's kitchen. He turned sea salt into sugar and simmered it in Sydney.
This pot is completely inedible.
He Yu's face was blue and red and followed behind Xie Qingcheng, a little guilty, a little complaining, and a little bad.
"That... Who, who knew that you still have sea salt here... "
Xie Qingcheng washed the pot without saying a word and turned around.
He Yu took a step back.
Xie Qingcheng looked at him for a while, and suddenly asked, "Have you eaten your dinner?"
"Ah... ah?"
"I'll make some handmade dumplings for you if you're not full. Both flour and meat are available. It's quick to make a few, and you're done, as long as you're not sleepy."
He Yu was stunned for a while, and then reacted.
He understood that Xie Qingcheng didn't want to owe people's feelings, and he cooked Sydney for him, so he quickly wanted the debt to be repaid and made dumplings for him. He Yu had mixed feelings in his heart. He endured it for a while, but he couldn't hold back. Finally, he took two steps and reached out to hug his thin waist.
"No more dumplings."
"What do you want?"
"I want you... I want you to hug me again."
Before Xie Qingcheng could move, He Yu stopped him.
"Don't push it away."
"… "
The boy is a bit rascal, a bit arrogant, but unconsciously, a bit pitiful.
"Xie Qingcheng."
He said.
"Just hold you for a minute."
"… "
"Just a minute, okay?"
Xie Qingcheng's hand rested on He Yu's shoulder, after all, there was no more strength.
He felt that his tolerance for He Yu had become more and more inappropriate. In his rules of raising cubs, this kind of behavior is actually already doting.
He didn't know if he could control it.
Out of control things should not be in his life now, he is standing in the kitchen, the window shows the silhouette of He Yu hugging him. Xie Qingcheng leaned lightly on the cabinet, feeling the kind of chaos in his heart that he had never experienced before.
It was overdue a minute, he wanted He Yu to push away.
But He Yu put his head on his neck and said softly, "Brother... what should I do, I can't leave you more and more."
"… "
"If you're not around one day, I don't know what it will be like... As long as I can be with you, it doesn't matter if you eat frozen dumplings, it doesn't matter what you eat and live."
"As long as I can be with you, it doesn't matter..."
Xie Qingcheng listened to what he said, and saw him embracing himself and showing his sincerity so earnestly, and his heart became even more "chaotic". everything he wanted to say.
After that day, He Yu went to Xie Qingcheng's dormitory more frequently.
The reason is that the medical university will not be until the get out of class is over, and now I have to go to the next university even during the lunch break.
Xie Qingcheng ate in the cafeteria, and he followed him to the cafeteria. Slowly, he became less picky eaters. And like normal college students, they found the joy of eating junk food.
For example, in the fried chicken shop at the school gate, the young master will never go there. He will eat K and M.
Now, the young master not only eats roadside fried chicken, but sometimes drags Xie Qingcheng with him.
Xie Qingcheng was already there after all, so he didn't like fried food very much.
After being forced by He Yu to eat two sets of salted chicken, he simply went back to the dormitory at noon to cook for himself. He Yu was naturally happy and went back to rub it. When Xie Qingcheng realized that the situation was not right, he took a look and found that there was already a whole set of cartoon bowls in the cupboard, and there were even two He Yuzhuan on the table. cups, one for water and one for coffee.
"..."
He sighed, picked up the fox-shaped cup, frowned and looked at it for a while, but it returned to its original position.
He could feel that He Yu's love for him was getting more and more intense, but He Yu's heart became more and more fragile because he took off his armor and armor in front of him.
He could scold him casually, but He Yu had a cheeky face and could not listen to anything.
Now that this piece of heart is peeling off his face, let him deal with it, and he will be at a loss.
Several times he wanted to solemnly persuade He Yu to stop approaching him, but when he spoke, he met the young man's red eyes, and he was suddenly speechless.
Xie Qingcheng's always calm, calm and almost cold heart finally became more and more "unbearable" because of He Yu.
Xie Qing knew that this matter was out of control after all.
—
When he couldn't let He Yu give up his love, and he couldn't refuse He Yu's pleas and eyes, then what he should do was already clear.
Another weekend.
He Yu had a meal at Xie Qingcheng's house.
When Xie Qingcheng was washing the dishes, he suddenly leaned over and asked, "Xie Qingcheng, do you have time tomorrow?"
"how?"
"There are just two tickets for Rigoletto's musical. No one will accompany you to watch it. See if you are interested..."
Xie Qingcheng did not answer immediately.
He had made up his mind these few days to have a good talk with He Yu. Some things couldn't go on like this, even if the process of talking would be cruel, but like checking for cancer, the earlier it happened, the better it could be contained.
Therefore, Xie Qingcheng looked back at He Yu for a while after finishing all the kitchen cleaning utensils.
The young man's eyes are very "fascinated", he looked at it, and felt that it was a pair of rare eyes.
Unfortunately, it is necessary to wake up after all.
Xie Qingcheng finally asked him, "What time is it tomorrow?"
"Seven thirty in the evening." He Yu was obviously happy, "If you go, you can have dinner first, and then—"
"Tomorrow night and other professors are going to give a lecture at another school." Xie Qingcheng added to the sudden disappointment in Shang He Yu's eyes, "But you should be there at 7:30. Is it at the Shanghai Grand Theater?"
"Yes." He Yu nodded quickly.
"…Okay. Will come."
Go with him one more time.
Then talk frankly with him and end He Yu's growing dependence on him.
Xie Qingcheng knew that He Yu and he could not have any results, age, "sexual" orientation, "gender", and physical condition... The gap in the middle is too great, and one will only be scarred by moving towards the other.
To be too obsessed with love at all costs is a disease.
Surgery is painful.
But have to go to the doctor.
Xie Qingcheng agreed to He Yu's invitation and made preparations to end this already somewhat uncontrolled relationship by himself.
However, the next afternoon, the outside happened.