He dragged Xie Qingcheng without saying a word, and walked to the "open air" parking lot behind the theater.
He Yu was in a half-crazy, half-awake state, his consciousness was not so clear, but his feelings were still there.
Xu was in his subconscious, trying to confirm whether Xie Qingcheng was real.
Maybe he still thinks it's a fantasy, and it's okay to indulge a little.
He was so muffled and dragged Xie Qingcheng to the parking lot. Xie Qingcheng reacted in the middle of walking and wanted to break free, but his body was weakening day by day, and he drank alcohol again. Can't get any more angry.
Although he can entangle with He Yu for a while, he is not He Yu's opponent.
The door of the big Cullinan was opened, He Yuju came up, and the man pushed forward in the last row.
"He Yu,...!"
He Yu remained silent, got into the car, but did not close the door.
Before Xie Qingcheng could stand up, he attached himself to him and pressed his arms around the man's slightly pale face.
He stared at Xie Qingcheng so dazedly, and after a while, he burst into tears again.
He wept silently, raised his hand, and stroked Xie Qingcheng's face one by one.
From the sharp eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, the lips, and the sharp jaw...
It stands to reason that Xie Qingcheng should break away from him.
But Xie Qingcheng could see He Yu's eyes at this moment because of the ambient light in the car.
Those were too sad eyes.
He Yu touched Xie Qingcheng's eyebrows and facial features with his hands trembling slightly, like a person who lost his light and fell into darkness forever, trying to confirm whether there is really someone around him.
He also seemed to want to rely on this 'touch' to know whether the person who was with him was illusory or the real Xie Qingcheng.
Xie Qingcheng didn't know if it was because he drank too much, his heart trembled violently.
He once suspected that what he saw in He Yu's eyes, the deep dependence that seemed to die if he left him was false, a self-inflicted delusion.
But then he learned that it was all true.
He Yu really loves him so much, he loves him irreplaceably... But he can't be with him, no matter from what perspective, they can't be together.
Even he originally wanted to clarify this with He Yu after watching Rigolet today.
Nothing could be said at the moment.
He Yu's tears fell on Xie Qingcheng's eyelids, flowing down the curvature of his cheeks, and were later wiped away by the owner of the tears.
"Xie Qingcheng..."
This young man who was in deep despair, the only glimmer of hope in his eyes was Xie Qingcheng reflected in his eyes.
If Xie Qingcheng pushed him away.
His light is going to be completely extinguished.
"Xie Qingcheng..." He Yu looked into his eyes and "touched" his hand.
He holds him.
The boy's trembling hand tightly clasped the man's cool hand.
The ring on He Yu's wrist is still orange, and it is not in a stable state. Even with the ups and downs of his mood, it still flashes red from time to time. The light was like handcuffs, as if they wanted their hands to be handcuffed tightly together.
Totally, entangled.
He Yu said, "Xie Qingcheng, I'm two years old."
"Whether it's true or false, stay with me, okay..."
After he finished saying this, he lowered his head and kissed Xie Qingcheng's lips.
The little kissing skills are not too brilliant, but they are hot, and when you kiss him, you can feel his whole heart burning with love, so stubborn and so crazy burning, as if it will go out when his life is over, and as if he His life was rekindled because of this love.
Xie Qingcheng was pressed against his face, and the boy's fingers sank into his black hair, hugging him and not letting him go.
Xie Qingcheng was gradually deprived of oxygen by his kiss. The hands of the two were originally entangled. At this time, Xie Qingcheng's hand began to lose his breath. His wrist with the English inscription fell down on the leather seat cushion. .
"Xie Qingcheng, Doctor Xie... don't leave me."
During the breath of the kiss, He Yu looked at him and murmured in a choked voice.
Crazy like crazy.
"do not leave me… "
He is arrogant, but like a broken glass.
Xie Qingcheng clearly saw the crack in his soul, and he suddenly thought - He Yuzeng pulled him to his side on New Year's Eve, when he was in the most pain.
Do you want to push him into a corner on his second birthday
Xie Qingcheng's heart trembled.
He Yu whispered in his ear, as if asking for help: "Xie Qingcheng... can you hug me again?"
"I've really endured it for a long time... I'm so uncomfortable that I'm dying, Xie Qingcheng, please help me... help me..."
Today is his birthday - Xie Qingcheng thought - today is He Yu's second birthday.
Even if he has a heart of iron, he may have said something heartless to He Yu at this time.
Xie Qingcheng's repeated entanglement here, and the light in his eyes finally softened - he knew that they couldn't be together, and he couldn't give everything he wanted. Not long after, he still had to pick up the blade with his own hands, and the innumerable "chaos" between them were cut off.
But-
"I like."
"Love hurts, Xie Qingcheng, love hurts, I have to... I know I have to let go, but I'm still... I'm still in love day by day... "
It was the hottest confession that He Yu had ever given him.
He was destined to confess.
Xie Qingcheng knew that he would always leave.
Both this... that... the last time.
Before saying those resolute words, he should accompany him on his second birthday. Second, this child lives so lonely that he has never had a happy birthday.
He doesn't have any money, so he can't give He Yu any material things. What he can give is what He Yu wants, only his own body.
I'm sorry, He Yu.
I have so little.
There is so little to give.
So what I can give in the end is just this one thing, which should make up for the illusion of the six-year-old, and supplement the reality of the two-year-old. And after this...
Xie Qingcheng didn't want to go any more, he thought about it, his chest was throbbing, he looked at him, and He Yu lowered his head to kiss him again, Xie Qingcheng didn't turn his head to avoid it after all.
The rain outside was getting heavier, and the two kissed together in the car.
"Xie Qingcheng..." He Yu choked, "Xie Qingcheng..."
Xie Qingcheng was recited by him, his voice so helpless, so pious, so desperate...
That voice drilled into Xie Qingcheng's slightly intoxicated brain, and slowly, it became a gu that was even more dizzy than alcohol. Xie Qingcheng listened to him calling him, and felt his tears falling on his face. He slowly developed an unprecedented sadness and pity in his heart - is he really drunk
Is he really drunk...
"Xie Qingcheng..."
After He Yu called out his name again with a crying voice, Xie Qingcheng raised his hand and put his arms around the back of He Yu's neck, and he brought it with him. He indulged himself, and when he took the initiative to kiss the heartbroken and confused young man, Xie Qingcheng said in a low voice, "Okay, okay, darling, don't cry."
He Yu should have been stunned for a long time, and then burst into tears, and kissed him fiercely, with too much air, and the smell of blood soon oozes out of their mouths.
He Yu said: "It must be fake... It's my hallucination... Xie Qingcheng never spoke to me... He never... He never... "
After speaking, in the sad expression, there was a bit of madness that could not be asked for.
Xie Qingcheng looked at the madness and was a little terrified, but he made up his mind that he didn't care what he did tonight, this was the only answer he could give to He Yu.
The final answer.
So when He Yu murmured in a low voice, "It's fake, it's fine... Can you stay with me... Do it with me...", Xie Qing Chengyi did not escape.
The hot kiss pressed again.
In the ambiguity, Xie Qingcheng felt that he was really crazy to do this kind of thing with He Yu in the "open" parking lot.
Although it is very late now, and their parking location is very far away, there are no cars around, but there is no guarantee that no one else will pass here.
He Yu didn't even close the car door and started to take off his clothes. The boy had endured for a long time, his heart was very anxious, and he was sick.
"Wait a minute, close the door first..."
(…1wwords)
After some intense cloud and rain, He Yuren woke up early.
He has fully recognized that the person who was entangled with him in the garage in the middle of the night was not nothing but Xie Qingcheng.
It was Xie Qingcheng who was comforting him.
It was Xie Qingcheng who accompanied him.
It was Xie Qingcheng who did not choose to leave in the end, but used flesh and blood, desire and heat to calm his chronic illness and relieve his pain.
He Yu's hands were trembling. In his extreme infatuation and nostalgia, he kept touching Xie Qingcheng's eyebrows with his fingertips... different from the six-year-old Xie Xue.
Xie Qingcheng, it is true.
When the two slowly came over in the aftermath of passion, the bell on the top floor of the Grand Theater rang.
thump—
thump—
thump—
…
Countless past events came running in this magnificent bell, and the bells in the once empty mansion were covered with snow.
Looking at him less, looking at the truth and tenderness that I had waited for for two, and finally waited, tears fell again and dripped on Xie Qingcheng's face.
Xie Qingcheng wanted to slap him, but after the "fuck", He Yuju took his face seriously and cried. He stretched out his hand not to hit the crying face, but Ju Zhen didn't go.
Instead, he was speechless.
"… What is this for?"
He Yu hugged him.
The dragon felt as if something was about to come out of his heart.
He hugged for a while, and then pressed it on top of Xie Qingcheng, sweat lingering between the bodies of the two, He Yu and Xie Qingcheng's eyes met, and He Yu stared at Xie Qingcheng's eyes.
"Thank you brother."
Say less.
"You know? This is the first time someone has accompany me on my birthday since the second year."
"thanks."
"I love."
"… "
Because the boy's feelings are too deep and deep, Xie Qingcheng, who has just passed the passion and still thinks slowly, doesn't know what to do with him for a while.
It seems that it is wrong to scold him.
Xie Qing was so weak that he could not lean on the chair, the leather seat had been made "moist" wet and sticky, a desolate scene. He didn't know what to say, and was tired, so he didn't say a word at all, his eyes were a little slack, and he kissed his lips, nose, earrings... neck.
"Brother... I'm so wet..."
Xie Qing Cheng Wu: "Go away..."
He Yu: "I'll take my house, it's close to my house, you can take a bath, I'll help clean it up..."
Xie Qingcheng picked up the mineral water bottle next to him and smashed it on He Yu's head to stop his chatter.
"get out."
Xie Qingcheng said "go away" decisively and "go away" when he was too lazy to talk nonsense. He Yujing was scolded by Xie Qingcheng so many times, and he had already "feeled" the emotions in his voice.
This is too lazy to roll with him long-winded.
There was a bit of languidness in his voice.
He Yu smiled, the monitoring ring on his wrist somehow returned to the water blue "color" symbolizing tranquility. He put his clothes over Xie Qingcheng and lowered his head to kiss him again.
Xie Qingcheng was annoyed.
He Yu covered him again.
"Brother, don't catch a cold." He rubbed the tip of his nose and coaxed softly, "I'm going to drive."