On the platform of mutual assistance for family members of impotence and atrophy, there are some experiences of people who have come here, which have been professionally recognized by Xie Qingcheng. For example, the treatment process should be gradual, and the partner needs to mobilize the atmosphere and talk about emotions.
Xie Qingcheng didn't know much about sentiment, but he would try his best.
The weekend is here.
The two took a taxi. According to the plan, they were going to pick out a birthday present for Lao Qin's granddaughter.
After visiting a few gift shops, although the items in them are all beautiful and delicate, they either seem too mature or lack new ideas.
One of the advantages of picking gifts at the mobile market is that it is easy to find unique handmade products. The price of the things that the stall owners put up may not be high, but it is very interesting. Xie Qingcheng finally took a fancy to the handmade stone carvings made by an Indian old man. The stone was only as big as the palm of his hand. Completely complete artwork.
Xie Qingcheng and He Yu were very satisfied with finding such a gift.
He Yu smiled and said, "After shopping for so long, how about going to buy some snacks?"
Xie Qingcheng glanced at him: "You are greedy."
He Yu has lived a life of walking dead in the past two years. The young master has been ill and is no longer so picky about food. Now that he and Xie Qingcheng are together, he feels that the roadside stalls are also unpleasant. After all, a few months ago, he was still indifferently looking at the couple eating the fly restaurant outside the university town, and he was envious at that time.
He thought, it would be great if Xie Qingcheng was still there, even if it was Shaxian snacks that would give him a headache at first glance, as long as he was with Xie Qingcheng, he would be willing to eat it for the rest of his life.
"I found a newly opened tripe bun shop on the guide." He Yu took Xie Qingcheng's hand with great interest and looked for it on Google Maps.
"The reviews say it's the same taste as the tripe buns in the Florentine market, I want to try it... ah, there."
Sure enough, it is a very pocket-sized shop. It is opened in a hut transformed from a dark green newsstand. The long queue in front of the door and the strong fragrance wafting out show that this shop is indeed well-deserved.
He Yu hesitated when he saw the long dragon.
"… do you want to queue? Or… "
He also knew that Xie Qingcheng didn't like queuing very much. Xie Qingcheng had always been a person with a strong purpose, and he cherished time as gold. It took half an hour to buy a snack to satisfy his appetite. Obviously, he would not be willing to do it. thing.
He Yu thought for a while: "Don't worry, there is a retro pharmacy in front of us. We can go to the pharmacy to buy an old-fashioned ice cream."
Xie Qingcheng raised his hand and flicked his forehead.
"It's okay, I'll line up for you. You go buy ice cream."
He Yu's eyes widened, and after a few seconds, he laughed: "Then I don't want ice cream."
"… why?"
He Yu said, "I want to stay with my brother."
Xie Qingcheng lightly touched his forehead. For this coquettish dependence, a father is very useful, but he also hopes that He Yu can get all kinds of satisfaction in this weekend date. On the way to the ice cream shop in the pharmacy, he saw He Yu searched several times for reviews, and he was obviously very interested.
So he said, "I'm standing here and can't run. You can buy an ice cream in ten minutes at most. Go."
He Yu: "But this is New York."
"… what's wrong with New York?"
"Ten minutes in New York could happen with Spider-Man chasing the Green Goblin, Captain America chasing Hydra, Pym Tech smashing a tank, and venom on innocent people."
"..." Xie Qingcheng had never seen any of the movies he mentioned.
Xie Qingcheng didn't like this kind of heroic movies that young boys like to watch. He felt it was naive and a waste of time. Instead of buying tickets to go to the cinema and wasting two hours, it was better to do two hours of academic research at home.
But he was still attracted by one of the key words.
"What is Pym Technology?"
The obsession of an engineer.
He Yu: "This starts from World War II, in the movie..."
Oh, it turned out to be fictional too.
Xie Qingcheng lost interest when he heard "in the movie", he raised his big hand and rubbed the youth's hair, interrupted He Yu's popular science, and said, "You still go buy ice cream, buy one for me too, I want it too."
He Yu was willing to go after hearing that he also wanted it. He asked Xie Qingcheng what flavor he wanted, and then hurried to the retro pharmacy.
It turns out that New York is indeed a magical place.
Ten minutes after He Yu left, although there would be no big event like alien invasion of the earth, other small accidents still happened.
Xie Qingcheng was approached by a very hot and sexy girl within ten minutes.
This small shop, which claims to have the same taste as the Florentine market tripe bakery, has attracted many Italians living in the United States, and Italians are notorious for being flirtatious.
No, at this moment, he was glaring at Xie Qing, smiling like a flower. It was a cute and lively Italian girl with brown curly hair and a kitten-like appearance.
The little girl was here for a tour. She seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. The child's English was very poor, but her body language was rich, her enthusiasm was full, and she could laugh at Xie Qing with an ice cube face.
"youareso..." Speaking in broken English, the word "handsome" could not be remembered by the kitty girl for a while, so she blinked her big watery eyes, showed her teeth and smiled and said in her own native language, "bello! "
Of course, in order to facilitate Xie Qingcheng's understanding, the kitten girl happily compared Xie Qingcheng's face.
The bouncing little sister had no sense of boundaries, her fingers almost touched Xie Qingcheng's face, and she blew a kiss at the end. Then he murmured a bunch of other things, this time in Italian.
Xie Qingcheng shook his head, expressing that he did not understand: "..."
The kitten girl didn't mind, she took out her mobile phone with a smile, typed a series of words complimenting his appearance, Google translated it to Xie Qingcheng, and wanted the contact information of this handsome brother.
At this moment, Xie Qingcheng suddenly heard a hostile voice behind him: "what'srong?"
He looked back and saw He Yu was standing there holding two ice creams. Although he smiled, the smile was very mechanical, and it was just a mask on his face.
Xie Qingcheng has been sitting upright all his life, and he has never felt the embarrassment of being caught in a flirting scene.
Although he didn't mean it himself.
The kitten girl looked at He Yu and showed no interest. Although He Yu was also handsome, this girl obviously likes mature men's styles. She didn't call at all to a beautiful young man like He Yu. After a glance at him, she continued to look up. Xie Qingcheng spoke as if He Yu didn't exist at all.
It's just that her spoken English is really bad, and Xie Qingcheng didn't understand a word.
He Yu, who had studied in Europe, could understand accents. His face quickly sank - this shameless little girl is here to catch Kaizi.
After all, He Yu was a gentle scum, and he had the will to kill, but he still had a faint smile on his face. He stepped forward, bowed his head and said a few words in Italian to the little beauty. The little beauty immediately opened her cat-like eyes and looked at Xie Qingcheng, then at He Yu, and finally " oh, noooo!!" With a cry, he floated away with a shattered expression on his face, and he shared something with his friends in his chat at a rapid rate as he walked.
Xie Qingcheng: "...What did you say to the little girl?"
What little girl! She wants to fuck you! Don't let your guard down just because you're a little girl, okay? You can't imagine how unrestrained young girls are today! In the end, it's all uncles who suffer!
He Yu slandered, but did not tell these words to Xie Qingcheng, a straight male cancer who has a stereotype of girls.
He handed the hazelnut-flavored ice cream to Xie Qingcheng, but this time he really smiled, rubbing his eyebrows softly: "Me? I said brother, you are my husband."
"..." Xie Qingcheng's eyebrows twitched immediately, "Why are you talking like this to a little girl."
"It turns out that I can't talk..."
He Yu's voice lowered, and showed some disturbed expressions just right.
In fact, Xie Qingcheng didn't care about He Yu calling his husband.
Coupled with He Yu's expression...
How could he say anything about him.
Xie Qingcheng had to sigh and said, "...Forget it, it's up to you."
He Yu lowered his head and lowered his eyes, smiled and took a sip of ice cream—he didn't tell Xie Qingcheng the truth.
In order to completely give up on that little girl's film, he actually said that Xie Qingcheng was his bott.
The little sister still wants to hit Xie Qingcheng's idea...
He Yu sneered in his heart.
First see if you have the ability to play the fourth love, let's talk about being this man!
Finally it was their turn, because Xie Qingcheng didn't like eating offal very much, He Yu only wanted a tripe bun. The red-faced and smiling cook chopped up the simmering tomato tripe on the cutting board, stuffed it into the crispy and caramelized bread, took a brown oiled paper bag, and handed it to He Yu's hands.
Once you take a bite, the unique taste of tripe is accompanied by the sweetness of Sicilian tomatoes, and it spreads hot into your mouth.
He Yu took a deep breath, only to feel that the happiness factor in his heart was constantly expanding. The scent of basil and tomato brought his mood to the sunny summer in Tuscany.
There is nothing happier than early summer sunshine.
"Is it so delicious?" Xie Qingcheng helped him hold the ice cream and looked at him.
He Yu: "Yes, but unfortunately you don't like it..."
Before he finished speaking, Xie Qingcheng suddenly stopped, turned his face slightly, and took a small bite of the tripe bun that He Yu had eaten with He Yu's hand.
"..." He Yu was stunned.
Xie Qingcheng is a bit of a clean freak in life, and he won't act too intimately with people in public, but now he is bowing his head to He Yu's hand, biting the bread that He Yu had bitten, his lips and teeth still lingering. He gently rubbed He Yu's fingertips.
Even if He Yu did this kind of thing before, Xie Qingcheng would criticize him for being unruly.
But now Xie Qingcheng himself has become that extraordinary person.
He Yu couldn't even speak for a while, just stared at Xie Qing's pale lips, which were slightly opened and closed, and the honey color of tomato was faintly visible between the thin lips.
"Okay, is it delicious?"
Xie Qingcheng really tasted it carefully for a while, and then said to He Yu: "Yes, you are very discerning."
He Yu: "..."
Listening to why it's so weird, I feel like Xie Qingcheng is deliberately looking for something to praise him... The act of biting tripe buns also seems very deliberate...
After He Yu came back to his senses, he thought about it for a while, and finally came to a conclusion—
Xie Qingcheng is really like the kind of old Kochi man who is dating the girl he likes for the first time.
After realizing this, He Yu frowned slightly.
I wish he thought more...
The two brought a bunch of lilies and came to Michael's house at the appointed time.
With the help of his father, Qin Ciyan's little granddaughter baked a heavy cheesecake for them. Although it didn't taste very good, He Yu and Xie Qingcheng finished it and said it was the best cake they had ever eaten. . The little girl immediately smiled, threw herself into the arms of the two of them, and gave them a sweet and soft close kiss.
"But Uncle Xie, you're going back to China soon, right?"
"Well." Xie Qingcheng said, "I will go back at the end of the month."
"Oh..." The little girl shrugged, looking a little disappointed.
Her father picked her up with a smile: "You can go to Huzhou to play on vacation. Uncle Xie has a little niece, she is very cute, and you will become good friends."
The little girl raised her ears again: "Really?"
Xie Qingcheng smiled and assured her: "Really."
He has always been gentle with children, and no child would dislike him.
The little girl let out a cheery cry and broke free from her father's hand, ignoring the sour eyes of brother He Yu, and threw herself into Xie Qingcheng's arms again.
When the two left Michael's house and walked between the lawns of Huaxiang, He Yu lowered his head and kicked the pebbles, and suddenly said, "You never hugged me like that when I was a kid."
Xie Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and then said: "...Isn't that you don't want to?"
"… "
"You will struggle for a long time when I take you back to the consultation room."
He Yu was speechless, grabbed a hydrangea leaf in the grass next to it, and rubbed it between his fingers. The sap of the plant leaves is very sweet, but with some green sourness.
Xie Qingcheng stopped: "Then why don't I take you back now."
He Yu was originally gloomy and looked like he was about to cry after suffering a big loss. He paused, looked up at him, and found that the man was serious and serious, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"The doctor in the sanatorium is going to trouble me."
Turning his head as he spoke, he quickly kissed Xie Qingcheng's lips on the garden path.
"I really regret that I didn't like you when I was in middle school."
"...that's called puppy love."
He Yu smiled but did not answer.
Well, what is puppy love? If he can fall in love with Xie Qingcheng at the beginning of his love affair, when he was in middle school, he dared to use the excuse that Xie Qingcheng came to his room to see a doctor, locked the door, and made this bigger than himself The thirteen-year-old man pressed behind the door panel, and then...
"There's a rental car."
Xie Qingcheng suddenly interrupted his absurd reverie, and raised his hand to signal for the taxis from far and near to drive towards the alley in the community where they were walking.
He Yuqiao, who was full of waste, blushed suddenly, and immediately returned to her senses: "...cough, it's still early, where are we going next?"
Xie Qingcheng quickly gave him an unexpected answer.
-library.
A dating temple for tech men.
In Xie Qingcheng's perception, the library is the most suitable place to create an atmosphere.
Of course, his confidence in his own misunderstandings is also due to the girls who chased him in the past, including his ex-wife Li Rouqiu.
Because they love him, they always let him say where to go, and they won't tell him. This kind of behavior will make him cultivate into a handsome man like a textbook. Although handsome men are good, textbooks are boring. Girls are keen to go to the library not because they want to read books, but because they want to see the face of this boring handsome man.
"… what are we doing here?"
Make a date and create an atmosphere that will help you heal.
Xie Qingcheng thought so in his heart, but because of the boy's face, he just said, "Sit with me."
Not to mention accompany, all are happy to serve.
He Yu heard what Xie Qingcheng said, smiled tamely again, and found a seat with him by the window.
Xie Qing went to pick some books.
Thank goodness, this handsome man like a textbook didn't pick "Personality Psychology". He wanted He Yu to feel a warm atmosphere, so he thought about it carefully, and then chose two books to take back.
Both books are poetry collections. The most romantic thing that Professor Xie can think of is that the two of them each have a collection of poems. After reading them, they exchange opinions with each other, and then spend an afternoon in the library.
Of course Wen Qing didn't understand the brain circuit of the engineer. Although he sat beside Xie Qingcheng and watched for a while, the more he looked at it, the more inexplicable he felt—
They finally got out of the ward, were they just sitting in the library reading poetry
Moreover, he has read "Flying Birds" no less than 20 times. He has not only read the English and Chinese versions, but also the French, Italian and German versions. He can recite things that he can memorize, and he can see them anywhere.
Just because Xie Qingcheng personally picked the book for him, he couldn't stand up and return it, so he had to start reviewing it at a loss.
The afternoon sun was shining brightly, shining in from the spotless glass window, and Tagore's Wen Rui whispered on the page.
He Yu looked at it, and his heart slowly calmed down, but it was a little too quiet, and his head shook back and forth twice, and finally...
"..." Xie Qingcheng felt the weight that suddenly fell on his shoulders, and the tip of his fingers when turning the page paused.
He turned his head and looked at the young man who was sleeping on his shoulder.
The youth's white shirt has a faint scent of saponin, and the lashes that hang down are as beautiful as mist.
"… "
actually fell asleep.
Xie Qingcheng looked at him, a little speechless.
But he didn't move. Under the broken golden sunlight, he slowly slowed his breathing and let his little boyfriend rest on his shoulders for a long time in peace...