Xie Qingcheng only felt a bang in his head.
Like something shattered suddenly, or something exploded violently and burned up.
He opened his eyes wide, and the rational strings in his mind were completely blown at this moment.
He didn't believe that He Yu could do such a thing at all.
He Yu hated people saying he was gay the most. In junior high school, because a boy confessed to him and gave him roses, he also broke other people's calf bones.
But now he is in front of everyone, kissing him in front of guests, waiters, bartenders... in front of everyone.
Xie Qingcheng was really calm, but it was beyond his tolerance.
His face was burning involuntarily, and he was shocked.
However, He Yu rudely kissed his lips, and his lips were intertwined. Xie Qingcheng did not have his kissing skills and shamelessness at all. He was still stunned. Only then did he come back to his senses, and just wanted to take this opportunity to turn his face, but was pulled back by He Yu clutching his hair, and kissed him harder and deeper.
All of a sudden, he breathed with the hot breath of a young man. Xie Qingcheng had never kissed anyone so intensely in his life, let alone in public.
Not to mention that he is the one who is passively kissed.
Not to mention that the one who kissed him was still a student, a boy.
When Xie Qingcheng came back to his senses, his whole body was trembling with anger, and his eyes burned red in an instant.
But where do people around you think so
They are a different social group from the audience in the movie theater. They are more open and like to watch the fun. At this time, they have already stood up and applauded and laughed to watch the fun.
"You two!"
There is also a hooligan whistling: "Handsome guys, there is a love hotel upstairs! You two can go upstairs to run errands after we have eaten enough dog food!"
Xie Qingcheng's male self-esteem can't stand this kind of stimulation, but as soon as he struggled violently at the beginning, he saw that He Yu's thin lips were still wet with him, and at a distance of less than half an inch from his lips, using Only his audible voice smiled softly: "Brother, I scare you. In fact, it's okay, it's normal in the bar."
He touched him lightly with the tip of his nose: "We're just having fun, but if you keep making a fuss, it's a joke. Do you want people to see a joke?"
"… "
"Anyway, I'm not afraid of losing face, I'll follow you."
It was really dark in the bar, and the laser light was originally red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple, and when it shone on Xie Qingcheng's face, others couldn't see his face turning blue.
He Yu rubbed him gently again: "But if you promise me to come back to me, I'll let you go right away."
"I just want you to die."
He Yu's eyes showed a kind of madness that didn't belong to human beings, but he still smiled, but the smile was a little scary and a little coquettish: "Oh... Then I'll continue, let's do the whole set here. Done."
"…!"
If Xie Qingcheng's face was blue before, now it is completely white, dead white.
Because He Yu's brain is abnormal, his thinking logic is different from that of normal people. He is now in a state of self-defeating, and no one knows when he will suddenly treat the original bottom line as a garbage weed and trample on it.
Xie Qingcheng used to look at He Yu's beautiful almond eyes, and could tell at a glance when he was joking, when he was hesitating, and when he was serious.
But now he looked at the pair of eyes in front of him, so close, but he couldn't see anything clearly, the eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and he could no longer see through the little ghost he was familiar with.
He Yu is really crazy, his hands are even groping for his buckle.
The screams around got louder, and some people even raised their mobile phones to take pictures.
However, He Yu is still a person at this point. He doesn't care if he is photographed, but his other big free hand directly covered the upper half of Xie Qingcheng's face, from the forehead and eyebrows to the tip of the nose, only exposed A pair of thin lips panting slightly and chin raised.
Seeing that he froze, He Yu finally said with a smile, "Xie Qingcheng, come back."
Xie Qingcheng asked himself that he was not afraid of anything, but at this moment he was really frightened by He Yu.
Crazy.
Does this person still belong to this society? Is he still sensible
He Yu covered his eyes and kissed his lips again.
Xie Qingcheng didn't want to be kissed like this by him, so he stopped talking abruptly, and let He Yu kiss the ruthless, thin and cool lips.
"… "
Xie Qingcheng was obviously kissed by him and did not speak.
The boy closed his eyes, rubbed his side jaw, and said, "Brother, if you ignore me, I think you agreed."
He closed his eyes when he asked, but opened it abruptly after asking, staring closely at Xie Qingcheng's face, staring at the face that was half-covered by his fingers. Staring at those thin lips.
It seemed that as soon as the lips opened, without saying a word, they would be kissed rudely again by him.
He actually didn't know that he hated homosexuality so much, and even more hated being treated as gay, but as long as he could get the company of Xie Qingcheng, he would do such a thing without thinking. what is this.
Xie Qingcheng's body was stiff, and the wood was there, and the wooden edge of the bar supported by his backhand was terribly cracked by him.
For a moment he wanted to really kill He Yu.
But he still held back.
He Yu was in a stalemate for a long time, and he did not get a clear rejection from Xie Qingcheng - because Xie Qingcheng was almost dizzy, and he had never experienced such a nervous battle. For the first time in his life, he had nothing to do with one thing. Confused, don't know how to deal with it.
But in He Yu's eyes, this is the default.
So he finally let go of Xie Qingcheng contentedly, and pulled him into his arms with a smile in a victorious attitude, lest the onlookers around take pictures of Xie Qingcheng's face, with a sullen look in his eyes, Deep down there is great joy.
He raised his fingers, his expression was morbid, but his movements were extremely gentle. The young man gently stroked the man's ear, no matter how cold and stiff the body in his arms was.
He hugged him and swayed gently by the bar and dance floor, as if a child had finally bought the long-awaited cake, he lowered his head and whispered into his ear: "Brother, you are good, you promise me already."
"… "
"Then I won't make it difficult for you."
"If you are obedient, I will still be your little devil."
"… "
Creepy tenderness.
"This time, you have to treat me well. You can't lie to me again, you know?"
The liveliness of the bar has never been lacking. After everyone watched a paragraph here, other feelings ignited there. After He Yu and Xie Qingcheng kissed, they gradually ceased to be the focus of everyone's attention.
He Yu let go of Xie Qingcheng, Xie Qingcheng looked like he didn't want to talk at all.
A person who is too calm may even be numb to the aftertaste of such a strong stimulus.
Although no one is holding a mobile phone anymore, He Yu is a person with a strong sense of personal sphere. He doesn't mind others slapping his face, but he cares that he has touched someone who has slept and was photographed, so beasts return to beasts, the whole process He was very careful to block Xie Qingcheng's face.
Now he took off his sports baseball cap and put it on Xie Qingcheng, lowering the brim.
He seemed to be in a much better mood.
He Yu said to Xie Qingcheng, "wait for me here."
Xie Qingcheng looked at him with a look that was so cold that it didn't look like a living person.
He Yu didn't realize it, and smiled.
Leaning over and saying something to the staff behind the bar, the staff nodded.
Occasionally, there are customers in the bar who come to the stage to grab the DJ job. Some of these people are out of love, some are seduced, some are out of boredom, and some are purely teenage boys who love to show off.
He Yu didn't intend to figure out which category he belonged to. He only knew that he suddenly wanted to do it, so he did it.
He communicated well with the station, walked to the stage, and took the guitar handed over by the other party.
He Yu lowered his eyelashes, and under the pale spotlight, played a tune that Xie Qingcheng had never heard before. The lyrics were in English, and the melody was beautiful.
The boy's fingering is light when playing the tune, and he will face it when he strikes the tailpiece
He looked comfortable and gentle, playing a song that Xie Qingcheng didn't know about.
The melody of the singing was soft, and the boy playing music on the stage seemed to turn his head inadvertently, and his eyes touched the face of Xie Qingcheng, who was half-hidden in the darkness.
He Yu watched Xie Qingcheng from a distance for a while and felt extremely satisfied with the result, even though Xie Qingcheng didn't look at him.
Towards the end, he lowered his head and concentrated on a period of fingerpicking, finally put down the guitar, raised his head to meet the spotlight that fell on him, and slowly closed his eyes.
The dust was floating in the light, but it couldn't really settle down in half a moment. The people in the audience applauded. He Yu felt very comfortable at that moment, far better than being a top ten youth with tight rules. Much more comfortable.
He thought that what he wanted in the future must be directly asked for.
If others don't give it, he will ask for it regardless.
He used to be too restrained and gentle, what's the use of getting praise and recognition, but in the end, he worked hard to become that embarrassed appearance, but still nothing.
Unlike now, as long as he doesn't care about face, he can get everything.
clasped in hand.
.
Unfortunately, this satisfaction did not last long.
A few days later, He Yu prepared everything and even cleaned the guest room where Xie Qingcheng used to live. After confirming that Xie Qingcheng would be satisfied and comfortable, he happily called the other party and asked him to thank him. When is Qingcheng coming
As a result, the smile on the microphone slowly faded away.
It became the cream that condensed on the corners of the lips.
What he waited for was the man's complete refusal reply after thinking about it. When he listened to the cold voice of the man on the phone, there was even a little bit of ash that had not been wiped clean on his face.
The man said it clearly:
This can't be done.
He Yu just wanted to mention the photo, but Xie Qingcheng was actually faster than him. Without waiting for him to exit, he said directly:
you send. Send the fuck you want. But as long as you dare to send it to Xie Xue, we will never have to see each other again, and even the relationship in bed will end here. Think for yourself.
The excitement suddenly dissipated, leaving only the ashes and embarrassment.
Xie Qingcheng's meaning is very clear, take a step back and forget about the bed. Anyway, for Xie Qingcheng, going to bed is a physical exhaustion. Xie Qingcheng has taken this matter very indifferently, and He Yu can't hurt him in this way, let alone get anything from him in this way.
Now it seems that the sad thing is He Yu.
Because He Yu lost himself.
But Xie Qingcheng did not.
After going to bed, after the initial psychological stress reaction, he could no longer shake Xie Qingcheng. He adjusted his mentality, and sometimes even regarded He Yu as a young lady who came to his door.
Although he didn't need this kind of service, and the lady didn't, this mentality could bring him back to the high position he was accustomed to.
- Going back to be a private doctor will not work.
It was a matter of social status and employment. If he agreed to this, he would have lost both body and mind to He Yu. And a waste of his precious time.
So he refused.
have to say. Xie Qingcheng's handling of He Yu is actually far more skilled than He Yu's handling of Xie Qingcheng.
Xie Qingcheng is right. In the entanglement between the two, it seems that Xie Qingcheng is the one who suffers, but the one who really lost himself is actually He Yu.
Xie Qingcheng is still the calm and ruthless Doctor Xie.
After receiving a clear rejection from the other party, He Yu was very gloomy, as if he had fallen back into the cold winter of Bianstone's bones from the warm spring of April in the world.
He had hoped, even full of confidence, and had already sat upright, waiting for the person who abandoned him four years ago to come back.
The result was a resounding slap in the face.
The dream was shattered, again.
He Yu had to stay at home, taking the medicine continuously.
When people are suddenly happy and suddenly sad, they are easy to get sick, and they get sick again.
Mental Ebola was a serious attack once. He Yu felt as cold as ice, but his body temperature broke 40 degrees Celsius. When he opened his eyes, it seemed that even his retinas were burned.
He was lying in bed and sent a message to Xie Qingcheng, he said, I am sick, I am sick.
I am sick Xie Qingcheng.
I am sick, thank you doctor.
no reply.
Xie Qingcheng may think that he is lying, or that his death has nothing to do with him.
All in all, he never gave He Yu a reply, and He Yu became more and more ill during this long wait.
He Yu didn't care, the personal doctor came and went, and he changed several times, but he couldn't relieve his symptoms. He simply stopped letting people bother him later.
Lest he have to try his best to restrain the strong hurting **.
He shut himself in his room, and on the bookshelf there were several books devoted to rare diseases in the world, and he took out one of them to read.
In that book there was a case called "ossification disease" that impressed him very much.
It is about a seemingly normal little boy abroad. When he was six years old, he accidentally broke a bone while playing. The doctor performed an operation on him according to the conventional treatment, but after the operation, the boy's leg injury not only did not heal, but instead The swelling became more and more severe, and there was bone hyperplasia around it.
In order to restore his health, the boy underwent more than 30 operations, large and small. In the end, the doctor was shocked to find that the boy's muscle tissue was abnormal. Self-protection mechanism, grows hard bones to resist external shocks.
"Similar to ALS, but even more terrifying." Xie Qingcheng explained to him in the past, "He can't be hit by any, even the smallest degree. A normal person's bump will cause a little bruise, but his collision Bone will grow in the part. Slowly, the patient's whole body will be sealed by the bone and unable to move."
The boy in the medical record went through a long period of pain, watching his flesh and blood gradually harden into bones, and finally ended this painful life when he was in his thirties.
"Because of his ossification, the doctor couldn't perform surgery on him, and he couldn't do any tests that hurt even a little while he was alive—not even drawing blood. So he had a wish before he died, and he hoped that the doctor could do better research. In his case, in the future, if there are unfortunate people who suffer from the same disease as him, they can be treated and lead a completely different life, so he chose to donate his body to the hospital." Xie Qingcheng told the audience at that time. "His skeleton is still in the museum today," said the boy who got into God.
There are also photos on the books. In the transparent and clean showcase, a twisted corpse stands quietly.
And a sentence "When he died, the ossification rate of his whole body had reached 70%."
But He Yu's attention was more focused on another photo. It was a showcase adjacent to the man's remains. There was also a similar skeleton. It looked smaller, and the ribs were almost all glued together. Terrible.
"That's another girl." Xie Qingcheng noticed his gaze and said, "The communication at that time was not developed, and they were not from the same country. He didn't know that when he was enduring the loneliness that no one knew, in fact, There was a girl on the other side of the strait with the same disease. It was only after his death that the girl learned that she had another person in the world who could sympathize with the same disease."
"But the girl was optimistic and didn't give up her life because of ossification. She focused on fashion and designed a lot of special dresses for herself to participate in events... After she died, she made the same choice, and later people put their widow The bones are displayed side-by-side in the medical museum. They never saw each other in life, and maybe they can support and comfort each other after death—that’s a bit of the vision of the museum director.”
Back then, Xie Qingcheng closed the book and said to He Yu, who had a fever and was a little sleepy.
"Maybe there is someone who suffers from the same pain as you, but you don't know. Maybe that person is also working hard to live, but you don't know. He Yu, don't lose to others."
The young He Yu was stupefied by the burning, thirsty for blood, but weak all over. He was trapped in the soft thick quilt, squinting his eyes and looking at Xie Qingcheng's face vaguely:
"Then after I die, will someone be stored alongside me in the museum?"
"I'm afraid your bones have no meaning to show." Xie Qingcheng said, "So I suggest you to think about how to live well first."
But what is the meaning of living
Some are for money, some are for power, some are for fame and fortune, some are for love and family.
And these things seem to have nothing to do with him now. They either abandoned him or he has no interest in it.
He Yu casually played with a stationery knife and took the special medicine, but there was still no significant effect. He sat by the window and watched the scene of their throats being cut one by one, and he turned his eyes away.
His hands were shaking, his pupils shrank tightly, but there was no expression on his face.
He pushed out the blade and placed it on his wrist. He was still the same as before, and he wanted to transfer the harm to others to himself.
The scars and tattoos on the wrist are already very light. He tilted his face and looked for a while, clinging to the blade, and slashing down lazily—
Nothing…
The tattooist's voice seemed to sound in his ears again: "This sentence is a bit long and it will hurt a lot, why don't you change it?"
"fine."
It's alright, just this.
Nothgofhithatdothfade,
Butdothsufferasea-ge,
Intosothgridstrange.
He stared intently at the letters appearing one by one, blood dripping down like cobwebs. He thought, maybe this is what Xie Qingcheng wanted to see, his karma.
Even if he is dead now, Xie Qingcheng knows, maybe he will set off firecrackers to celebrate...
The young man sat silently by the window on the second floor of the villa. Outside was a large area of burning sunlight, so dazzling that he gradually couldn't keep his eyes open. He was in a trance, swaying, and then...
It seemed to be very light all at once, and the evening wind blew across his face, bringing him a long-lasting tenderness.
He leans forward, falls...
"boom!"
—
"!! Young master! Young master fell from the building!"
"Oh my God! Help!!"
"Hurry up and call first aid!! Hurry up and call first aid!!!"