The two brothers and sisters depended on each other and left in front of He Yu.
He had a falling out with his brother, and he didn't have a good result with his sister.
He Yu was gloomy for a long time.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he never seemed to be too close to anyone else. Even with his parents and younger brother, they are as pale as white water.
Only Xie Xue and Xie Qingcheng had the deepest relationship with him.
It seems that even when he was in Europe, he was not as uncomfortable as he is now.
Because at that time, as long as Xie Xue was angry with Xie Qingcheng, he would call him and complain about Xie Qingcheng's dictatorship/dictatorship/dictatorship/system. The two joked together for a while. This kind of block seems to be able to be slowly vented in this kind of dialogue.
When he was really bored, he would also post a circle of friends that only Xie's siblings could see, pretending to have a headache.
He knew that as long as he sent such a message, Xie Qingcheng would definitely reply to him out of professional instinct—
"Take medicine."
Then he can reply logically and arrogantly:
"fine."
Then his heart is even more happy, as if the neurosis will be cured in a short period of time.
But now, it doesn't work.
In such loneliness, He Yu became accustomed to searching the Internet for all kinds of news about Xie Qingcheng, and he read all the real and fake ones.
He found that although he was a hacker, he was far less ill-mannered than those netizens. He actually knew a lot of things that he didn't know before.
For example, when Xie Qingcheng was in junior high school, he often fought in groups.
For example, after Xie Qingcheng's parents passed away, he actually took a break from school for a while, and he didn't go home at all, and his sister didn't care. Some things, I don't know why there is no news for half a year.
Of course, there are also some that are fake at first glance, saying that Xie Qingcheng's parents are black/police, but Xie Qingcheng is actually the ***/boss.
In addition, things have become more and more outrageous. Various private information of the Xie family brothers and sisters have been leaked more and more severely, and more and more photos of Xie Qingcheng have been taken outside Moyu Lane that day. , was photographed walking on the road, and was photographed eating a roadside shop with Xie Xue...
There are even campus photos from his classmates.
In the photo, the young Xie Qingcheng turned his face sideways and looked serious. It was obvious that he did not like to laugh much since he was a child.
Boss He saved all these photos one by one and accepted them with a smile. In return for his friendship, he hacked the information terminals of those people one by one, and set up an online Trojan horse.
He has no interest in the matter of speech, but as long as he spreads the photos and private information of the Xie brothers and sisters, he makes the other party's computer paralyzed and the mobile phone freezes.
The virus program instructions written by Edward Heyu for this purpose are: spread this kind of content device grid, publish such content device program fully open, until the power board is burned.
No one can go wild with him in the field of Internet information. He is a big hacker floating in the top five in the international rankings, and even has the first place in technology, because he does not commit crimes or make troubles. Overall in the top five.
But there is no doubt that his methods in this regard are terrifying. He can do whatever he wants. No one can compete with his true strength - even the hackers hired by the dark organization in the Radio and Television Tower case can only be crushed by him. , at that time they had genuine equipment and could be intercepted by He Yu with pirated incomplete equipment. If it hadn't been for the video to distract him later, maybe they could only kneel down and cry and call him Dad Edward.
As long as you enter the information field, that is the world of He Yu.
But the dignity of the hacker teacher could not be maintained for too long - yes, no one has played with him on the security of computer systems.
But he didn't expect that the comments of netizens are sometimes more wicked than his skills—
After He Yu simply cut off all the transmission chains, when he swiped Weibo again, he suddenly saw this statement: "Have you found the latest virus! We found a problem, it seems that only Xie Qingcheng's private information has been passed. It's all fucked up! Is Xie Qingcheng a hacker?"
"It's horrible, man."
"I don't think it should be him, but there must be someone around him."
"There must be someone! Didn't the radio and television tower also commit the crime before? Xie Qingcheng must have something to do with top hackers. You can see that the Internet is clean now, and there is no personal information about him at all."
"God, then Xie Qingcheng is quite capable. Maybe it was his little lover who did it. Wasn't he rumored to be gay before? Hackers are mostly young men. Maybe it's because of this that he protects him. My husband can't see him being fleshed out."
He Yu: "… "
He thought he hadn't seen it.
The website has already been withdrawn, and I am not reconciled after thinking about it, so I still go back to the "little husband" Gao Zan Weibo
"Fuck your mother."
Hately point out.
He didn't protect him, Xie Qingcheng deceived him like that, looked down on him... He just finished arguing with Xie Qingcheng, and he and his sister pointed at him and scolded him like that. He's not mean, why should he help him
He is not Xie Qingcheng's husband... What a disgusting name.
He Yuxin was blocked again.
He felt himself being stabbed.
To be honest, he really didn't know why he bothered to do such a thing.
And he still thinks about that bed a lot recently.
He looked down at his left wrist, and there was a faint brown scar from the failed tattoo.
Xie Qingcheng also had tattoos on his wrists, and the thin fonts wound around his wrists like chains and snakes.
When Xie Qingcheng grabbed the sheet unbearably, he once clasped Xie Qingcheng's hand. The two people's wrists were rubbing against each other. When their fingers were sweaty, the tattoo seemed to wrap their hands tightly. Inseparable together.
"… "
He Yu was disgusted by himself again, he shook his head, opened the drawer and took a pill, and began to wonder if there was a place where he could wash his brain and hypnotize him and delete this memory.
It's so absurd...
"Mom, I'm exhausted." At this time, the dormitory door suddenly opened.
The roommate who came back was a well-known playboy in his age, and his life pursuit was to die on the gentle couch of the girls.
And judging from the diligence he said to have made an appointment with three Internet celebrities in the last day, this target has obviously waved to him and smiled not far away.
"Damn it, the beautiful sister I just met is thirsty and unsatisfied with her desires. Even if my waist is broken, she is not enough. I must have a big meal of oysters tonic this evening. Brothers, look at my skinny skin. , alas, sooner or later, all of them will die!"
The fat boy who played the game gave him a big look from the fight: "Damn, what about Versailles? Droughts die from droughts, and floods die from floods."
The playboy happily took a selfie at the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the dormitory: "Aiya, I'm so tired, I have another pair of sisters to meet tomorrow."
The fat boy scolded: "Damn it! You don't have the disease, it is one of the top ten unsolved mysteries in the Chinese medical field!"
One of them grinned, the other scolded, and they were quite arrogant. He Shao, who had never been very fond of participating in such topics, suddenly coughed.
The fat boy and the playboy looked at each other, thinking that He Yu had something to say about their vulgar conversation, so they kept silent.
Unexpectedly, after a while, He Yu put down the book, thought about it, and looked back at the playboy, with a pale expression on the porcelain white face, showing no intention: "May I ask you something?"
"You, you said."
He Yu sat gracefully on the chair with his legs crossed, with an English hardcover "Ode to a Nightingale" on his knees, but asked, "Have you ever tried dating a man?"
It's no wonder that the other party was stunned for a while, but he couldn't calm down for a long time.
After being stupid for a long time, he replied, "No, just kidding, I'm a straight man, pure! A straight man doesn't know how to date a man at all."
"..." He Yu continued to ask, with a softer tone, even a bit scary, "Have you heard of that pure straight man dreaming of men?"
The other party was stunned for a while, and then he said decisively under He Yu's kind gaze: "I haven't heard of it, who, it's so funny, this person must be gay."
"… "
"He Yu, let me tell you, if a straight man tells you that he has dreamed of a man, you must remember to beware of him. There are too many such idiots in the closet these days... Huh? What's wrong with you? What's your expression?"
He Yu smiled lightly and curled his eyelashes: "...It's okay. It's nothing."
No one caught a glimpse of the color in his eyes, as if the underworld was gloomy.
He Yu thought, this playboy's words can't be trusted either, everyone is special, and the playboy's first sex is not on a man, so of course he doesn't understand.
But what made him gloomy was that recently, he wanted to feel that crazy pleasure again and again, and he dreamed of that night more and more times. Every time he woke up, he saw an extremely exciting scene evidence. He thought he was crazy.
When a teenager tastes the forbidden fruit at the beginning, the blood is hot, and it is easy to become addicted and unable to stop.
Xie Qingcheng was the first person he had experienced, so he would instinctively mark this body. Get used to thinking about that night.
He convinces himself that every hot and humid morning, he wakes up, lies between the school-issued quilts, and draws the blackout curtains.
He bit his lip, lying on the bed in the dormitory, thinking of Xie Qing's sturdy and slender body, proud in the dark and chaotic night, thinking of them like beasts in the rainy season, deep in the messy and sweaty necks, he recalled the time Then he sweated profusely amid the snoring of his roommate, and vented himself silently and intensely to the photo of Xie Qingcheng.
And in the sage time after this, he will regret it extremely, and even fall into self-loathing.
He Yu thought, he was really crazy.
He was so addicted to his depravity that one day, the boy actually felt that the photos of the man were not enough - after all, there was only a half-length photo and a few close-ups of the face. Although the hickey was vivid, the rest had to rely Memories and imaginations are indeed not satisfying all the time.
So he picked up his mobile phone, opened the blacklist, hesitated for a moment, and clicked on Xie Qingcheng's avatar, wanting to see if Xie Qingcheng had sent any news recently, and to have something fresh.
As a result, he found that Xie Qingcheng had closed the circle of friends.
There was only a light-colored line left in the man's circle of friends, as if Xie Qingcheng's thin, tightly pursed lips were when he was unhappy and when he was sexually depressed.
"..." He Yu reached out and touched the line, his eyes dangerous.
There is no social software in this world that He Yu wants to crack but can't solve, and there is no status content that he wants to see but can't.
The "little husband" that netizens called Xie Qingcheng's information security, only allowed state officials to set fires, and not allowed people to light the lights. It took him less than half a minute to shamelessly break through Xie Qingcheng's WeChat block.
But after the hacking technology was used, I stepped into Xie Qingcheng's circle of friends, and the "little husband" didn't find anything worth seeing. Xie Qingcheng hasn't posted any news for a long time, and the last one is still a school. Repost.
Yes, there is no status content in this world that he wants to see but can't see - unless the other party really didn't post it.
He Yu finally turned off the phone angrily.
After a while in a daze like this, He Yu was quitting/drug-like, and he always wanted to quit this feeling.
But just like a drug addict, although his heart told him that he couldn't go on like this, his body couldn't stand the temptation, and it was too easy to relapse after experiencing bliss.
For this reason, He Yu also went to the P station specially, browsed a few heterosexual films, and tried to find a little self-cultivation of a straight man.
But this approach didn't work either.
In all fairness, the most popular actresses at station P are really good. They are good-looking, graceful in figure, and have a nice voice. Unfortunately, he remained calm until he finished all the high-scoring films. He drank a whole cup of freshly ground coffee, like a ruthless film reader.
The reality he experienced was not what it was on screen.
The memory of that night can be summed up as hot and humid, crazy and cool.
He never knew that this man Xie Qingcheng looked tall and strong, but his waist was so thin, when he held his hand, he gave birth to a feeling of excitement that would break Xie Qingcheng's grip.
Xie Qingcheng also has a skin constitution that is prone to scarring. There is a streak on his wrist, and the rope has been untied for a long time, but it still can't go away.
There is also Xie Qingcheng's voice, like the sound of a spring in a stream, very light, but capable of piercing stones, He Yu's hard heart was cut open by his deep, hoarse male voice, and he gurgled out enthusiastically. flow.
He Yu had never imagined Xie Qingcheng like this before - this cold sharp, savage, pure man who always smelled of strong tobacco, would lose his mind, his eyes would be confused, and he would go crazy with him in the abyss of human nature. fall down.
too hot…
So every withdrawal is a failure.
He can't quit him.
He Yu lost his temper with himself several times, and was so angry that he deleted Xie Qingcheng's photo during the sage's time, but when he became emotional, he couldn't help but use hacking technology to restore it. After recovering, he felt that he was too pathetic. This face, a half body that was not even photographed at the waist, was beautiful, so what kind of excitement could it be? Combined with his mentality of "finishing two shots" at that time, all this was actually sensational as if he left a morning sleeping face to comfort his desires and send lovesickness forever before parting with his lover and after lingering. Even more disappointed.
But He Yu was so addicted to this loss, so addicted that it even stung his arrogant self-esteem.
He couldn't help it, he couldn't stand the temptation of memories because of the confusing person, so he wanted to suck the bone-corrupting opium/pium with his withered lips—
With one inhalation, the sound and tone of that night suddenly turned into endless blue smoke, wrapping his body tightly in it, becoming a cocoon that he couldn't break free.
He Yu felt that he was really sick. Toxic, addicted.
Who can solve it
He was clear in his heart.
But that person didn't even have a lively dynamic. What He Yu had in his hands was actually only the few pictures taken in the dark, the incomplete beauty and desire. There are also a bunch of out-of-print photos that were scraped from netizens and removed from the entire Internet by him.
It's a pity that the photos uploaded by netizens are not very good-looking, and they are not as good-looking at all.
How did you shoot it? trash.
"Little Husband" is very disappointed with netizens and is very annoying.
Human thresholds are constantly raised with stimuli.
Finally, the invisible and intangible "Internet Xie Qingcheng" can no longer satisfy the teenager.
The boy lay on the bed in the dormitory and began to regret it. He thought that when Xie Qingcheng had not been suspended from work, he could see the man every day as long as he drove less than ten minutes from Shanghai University to the Shanghai Medical Office or classroom.
He would be inexplicably sad.
Why had he refused to go before
If you take a look and you won't become gay, why don't you drink something to quench your thirst
If he had gone there, he would have seen the man who had gone mad with him in the dark, standing on the podium in a well-fitting suit. The mouth that once sent out a broken and deep gasp in his ear was speaking calm words and serious knowledge.
He Yu couldn't sleep.
Finally, after relying on thinking about Xie Qingcheng to release the pressure one night, the virgin who was addicted to meat got up abruptly, and locked himself in the shower room again for a long time.
When he screwed on the cheap shower head of the dormitory, he slowly raised his head, his eyes were confused.
He thought, it can't go on like this.
To untie the bell, he still needs to tie the bell. As long as he sees Xie Qing's appearance more, and quarrels with Xie Qingcheng more, it is best to be deceived by him again, then he will definitely resist him as he did when he first met him. , hated him, felt that the smell of disinfectant on his body was unpleasant, and wished to stay away from him.
Yes, it must be so.
This is the only way to break it.
He Yu thought that he had to go to the meeting with Xie Qingcheng again.
The opportunity is coming soon.
After a series of reshoots and post-production, the school drama "Sick Student" will be moved to the school's on-campus theater next Friday. On that day, students from Shanghai University and Shanghai Medical Department will be arranged to watch the performance together and present the awards. Xie Xue, one of the leaders, will definitely participate in this event.
He Yu made some inquiries and knew that Xie Qingcheng would also come, and he even figured out the rows and seats.
The reason why Xie Qingcheng came to such a lively occasion is because there have been several hot news in the big society recently. The matter of the radio and television tower has slowly descended from the cusp of the storm, and there are not so many people paying attention. Shanghai University The theater is very spacious, with three floors up and down, accommodating thousands of people, and the lights are dark in the process, so no one will pay attention to him.
"Do you want to make a reservation?" The senior who asked him about the situation asked him, "You are participating in the show, so you should have a front row seat, right?"
"I have a friend coming." He Yu lied.
Senior Sister: "Oh..."
"Please help me keep the position of B2230."
Senior Sister was naturally very willing to help the handsome guy, and quickly passed the school's internal ticketing system to give He Yu a ticket for the premiere of the school drama "The Sick Student".
B2230 is the seat behind Xie Qingcheng.
He Yu took this ticket and looked at the time and date stamped on the inferior printer on the ticket, and silently had some expectations in his heart.
On the day of the premiere, he went to the Shanghai University Theater early and took a seat.
After waiting for a long time, the two seats in front of him were empty.
The movie was about to start, the lights went out all of a sudden, and there was only the dim light of mobile phones emitting from a few auditoriums in the closed auditorium. After a while, the big screen lit up, the advertisement started to play, and the colorful astigmatism was in the dark hall. flow inside.
At this time, someone stuck and clicked into the theater. In the darkness, He Yu couldn't see Xie Qingcheng's face, only a vague silhouette of him, but as long as one silhouette was enough, he could recognize it.
—
What He Yu did not expect was that Xie Qingcheng did not come alone.
The little policeman who had been walking very close to Xie Qingcheng actually followed.