Xie Qingcheng walked away directly from the shooting site, and did not even return to the director's studio.
Fortunately, this is the last episode of tonight's last show. He Yu watched his performance in front of the monitor, communicated with the director for a while, and was ready to pack up and leave.
But at this moment, Chen slow walked to He Yu's side.
Chen slow really didn't leave, he saw everyone came back, only Xie Qingcheng disappeared, so he ran to ask He Yu: "Did you see Brother Xie?"
He Yu did not answer.
Chen slow asked again, and there seemed to be some anxiety in his tone.
He Yu slowly raised his head and zipped up his schoolbag: "Just call him directly and ask me what I'm doing."
"His phone is out of power, and he asked me to borrow a charger before, but I didn't have time to give it to him..." Halfway through, seeing the ice scum in the young man's eyes, Chen Slow stopped abruptly.
He Yu smiled, with a sweet and serene smile: "You lost someone, so why ask me. Officer Chen, aren't you more familiar with him?"
After he finished speaking, he twisted his smile away again. The cloudy sky might be called a morbid condition. He slung his schoolbag on one shoulder, put it in his pocket and left.
He estimated that Xie Qingcheng hadn't gone far, and most likely he was walking on a quieter road, so after getting into the nanny's car, he asked the driver to take a fork in the road.
It was rare to see such torrential rain in winter, and the windows were blurred, but He Yu still recognized the figure not far away at a glance.
The driver couldn't understand He Yu's moody heart, but when he took a look in the rearview mirror, he felt that He Yu's face was not worried, and he believed that Boss He did not like this man, so he drove the car very fast, and the wheel deliberately ran over a puddle, very annoying. Xie Qing was splashed with mud on the dog's legs.
"… "
Xie Qingcheng stopped and turned around. His hands were still in his trouser pockets, his handsome face was ashen, and the original crisp windbreaker was still dripping muddy water.
The automatic door of the nanny's car slowly opened, and the heating inside the car rushed toward the face, which made the frost and snow between Xie Qingcheng's eyes even colder.
"Are you interesting, He Yu." Xie Qingcheng saw who was in the nanny's car, and every word was like an ice blade, "You are not naive!"
He Yu sat in the nanny's car and parked in front of Xie Qingcheng. He was scolded by him, but he felt a twisted pleasure in his heart.
He thought that Xie Qingcheng was so embarrassed, so angry, and had such a big reaction, all because of him.
That Chen slow was too stupid. Whether it was milk tea or warmth, Xie Qingcheng's response was always indifferent.
He Yu has already tested it with his seven years of life. Xie Qingcheng, it is useless for you to be nice to him, and it is a waste of effort to be gentle with him. This man has no heart, and he will not be hot for a long time.
Only roughness and insults could make him move his noble gaze to himself.
It's better to do it himself - no one can get Xie Qingcheng's love, but he at least gets Xie Qingcheng's hatred.
He Yu didn't realize that it was abnormal that he cared about Xie Qingcheng's love. He had a soft and lazy face, leaned lazily on the seat with his long legs interlaced and looked at Xie Qing in the heavy rain. present face.
He said, "Professor Xie, it's raining so hard, why did you leave without an umbrella. Come up, I'll take you back."
"Go away."
He Yu was still smiling: "Your clothes are soaking wet, why are you still so angry? Who invited you to mess with you?"
Of course, Xie Qingcheng couldn't say that He Yu's lines annoyed him, and the driver was still listening.
He Yu looked at him soaked all over, cold and hateful, and felt that a certain desire in his heart was greatly pleased. He took an umbrella with a black carbon handle from the side, and stuck out a wrist. Bang open.
The sound of the rain expanded countless times in an instant, and I felt uneasy on the umbrella.
He still sat high on the nanny car, but leaned over and handed the umbrella to Xie Qingcheng: "If you don't want to come up, this is for you."
After thinking about it, he stretched his long legs forward, one foot stepped on the outer side of the car, and the other was hanging down at will, he leaned lower, his lips pressed against Xie Qingcheng's ear, and said in a voice that only the other party could hear. "Brother, do you hate me so much?"
Xie Qingcheng was calm, but no matter how calm he was, he couldn't stand He Yu publicly telling everyone what the two of them had said that night in the clubhouse, provoking him openly and secretly. At this moment, He Yu's words contained too hot ridicule, Xie Qingcheng couldn't hold back after all, he raised his hand and slapped He Yu's face hard.
With a snap, the driver shook and did not dare to look back.
He Yu's face was beaten slightly to the side, and after a while, he slowly turned his face.
He suddenly received a slap in the face with ten force, and a few fingerprints appeared on his fair face, but he didn't care, instead he grabbed Xie Qingcheng's wrist, and slowly rubbed Xie Qingcheng through the fabric to cover it. Tattoos under sleeves.
Then he showed his snow-white teeth and smiled: "It hurts."
The body bent lower, almost pressing Xie Qingcheng down: "The right cheek is here, do you want to hit?"
Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth and said, "You are not afraid of pain, so you don't even have a sense of shame."
"Why should I feel ashamed?" He Yuwei pulled a little distance from him, and suddenly threw the umbrella over the two of them. The rainstorm crashed down to the ground in an instant, and half of it was soaked. He Yu in the body, and Xie Qingcheng.
He Yu slanted the umbrella like this, impartially, and blocked the driver's sight with the black umbrella.
"I think we're fine with this."
Xie Qingcheng was caught off guard and was pulled closer by his wrist. The two looked at each other at a very close distance in the rainstorm. He Yu kept rubbing Xie Qingcheng's wet dark eyebrows and deep eyelashes with his eyes, rubbing very hard. He almost rubbed his gaze into the marrow of his flesh and blood.
There was lava that had been scalding hot for a long time in his heart, and He Yu suddenly lowered his head through this thin umbrella and under the cover of the black umbrella—
The rain poured down, and he suddenly kissed Xie Qingcheng's lips in the rain.
"!!"
Finally got kissed again.
As soon as the lips touched, He Yu's head buzzed, his whole body felt like an electric shock, and his whole body felt numb.
He didn't want to kiss Xie Qingcheng here at first, and his body reacted naturally, but after kissing him wetly, he felt a completely different feeling than when he kissed the actress in a bed scene just now.
He used to think that he acted very well, but at this time he realized that he didn't understand, a wet kiss that was sinking and venting, stalemate, how could he act like that
A man who is stimulated by lust and wrapped in despair will not be able to end just because he acted so crisply just now.
This kind of kiss is the lead, and it will burn his inner reason. He hates it so much that he almost wants to get out of the car immediately, hold Xie Qingcheng in the muddy narrow alley, smash his flesh and blood, and in the crazy rain, Dig it deep into death.
He also wanted to drag Xie Qingcheng into the car regardless, hug him, who was trembling slightly from the cold, remove his soaked cloth, use his own scalding heat to stick to his icy coldness, and warm people up well. .
This is a feeling that has been suppressed for a long time.
He didn't realize it when he was having sex with the actress, it was too fake after all.
Warm lips sucking cold thin lips, mixed with the wet sweetness of rain. Fortunately, the rain was loud and the big umbrella was covering it, so the driver couldn't see or hear anything - but Xie Qingcheng couldn't move, even if he was extremely frightened.
The umbrella handle is in He Yu's hand, and the brat can let go anytime he wants.
Xie Qingcheng couldn't say a word either. If the driver found them kissing in the heavy rain behind an umbrella, only himself would be embarrassed.
He could only bite He Yu's lips after he regained his senses, so that he could release the pain, but what he got was a heavier and deeper sucking of He Yu's bloody smell. He Yu kissed so deeply that he almost felt Squeeze out all the air in Xie Qingcheng's lungs, killing the other party.
It didn't take long for the kiss to end, Xie Qing was calm, but his fingertips were shaking slightly. If he had a knife in his hand now, he might just cut the mad dragon's throat with a knife.
As for He Yu, his eyes seemed to be wet from the rain, so he looked at Xie Qingcheng wetly, blood oozing from his lower lip.
He loosened Xie Qingcheng's wrist, but raised his fingers and stroked Xie Qingcheng's eyebrows little by little. The dark eyebrows, the sharp outline, the fingers curled up, brushed the bridge of the man's tall nose, and then lingered on the thin lips that were kissed red by him.
His knuckles were against Xie Qingcheng's lips, and Xie Qingcheng said to him without the slightest warmth, "Have you touched enough?"
He Yu could feel his warm breath when he spoke, oh, so this person still has heat
He stared at him, picking up his demeanor, and there was nothing but sarcasm in his eyes.
The boy was silent for a moment, and said to the man in a very soft voice: "Look, why should I feel ashamed. You are the one who doesn't want to be discovered by the driver, and the one who doesn't want to admit the bad debt between us is also you, I don't care about anything, I don't care about anything."
Xie Qingcheng's lips were still stained with blood, and his eyes were like ice: "...you're crazy enough and go."
It was so cold that he didn't even want to say emotional words like "go away".
He Yu didn't answer, but moved his hand away from Xie Qingcheng's lips, and the knuckles were still stained with blood from Xie Qingcheng's lips.
He Yu raised his hand, lowered his head slightly, raised his eyelashes and stared at him, and then gently kissed the red on his finger.
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
During the whole process of kissing blood, He Yu's eyes stared straight at him without blinking.
"Xie Qingcheng, it's hard for me to have any normal person's feelings, so I'm very happy that you hate me, and your blood also makes me very happy."
After speaking, he straightened up, straightened the umbrella and hit it back on top of Xie Qingcheng, and handed the umbrella handle to the other party.
Xie Qingcheng refused to pick it up, smashed the umbrella to the ground, and smashed the ocean.
"He Yu, do you know where you are sick?"
"Not the brain."
Xie Qingcheng stared at him very coldly in the rain: "It's your heart. You have a disease in your heart."
"You treat blood as medicine and hate as medicine. If you go on like this, no one can save you."
"Look at what you look like now, you're just fucking selfish and inferior. You've disappointed me. I don't think all the time and energy I've spent on you in the past is worth it."
"… "
"Those times were really precious to me, and now I feel like I'm just feeding the dog."
After Xie Qingcheng finished speaking, he left without looking back, walking towards the narrow road where the car could never drive.
He Yu licked his lips, his apricot eyes deep. He slowly leaned back into the car, took the towel from the car and slowly wiped his wet hair.
The driver saw from the rear mirror that his lips were blushing, as if there was blood. Although he didn't know why the blood was stained, he still felt extremely terrifying.
Some secrets are not allowed to be peeped. The driver only dared to ask softly: "Boss He, then... Shall we go now?"
"Let's go." He Yu smiled and threw the towel away, his eyes were cold and cold, like a madman, but his tone was still very polite, polite and polite, "Please take me back to the hotel, thank you ."
The driver shook a little, the heater was on in the car, but for a moment he felt horrified and broke out in a cold sweat.
Back in the hotel, He Yu looked at himself in the mirror.
The blood on his lips had coagulated, and a dark scab had formed. He raised his hand and touched it lightly, recalling every move just now.
Xie Qingcheng said that he regarded blood as medicine and hatred as medicine.
He thought it was funny.
Does he want to
But does he have love? Does he have real medicine? Does he have that bridge to normal society
Xie Qingcheng also said that the time and energy spent on himself in the past was very precious, but now it seems that he is feeding the dog...
In the end is polite.
I'm afraid that Xie Qingcheng not only thought that he was feeding the dog, but that the dog would wag its tail and beg for pity, Xie Qingcheng should call him a Zhongshan wolf.
The man could scold more harshly.
Anyway, he doesn't care anymore, he doesn't care anymore.
when the man leaves him. Under the video of the radio tower. When Xie Qingcheng said that the life of mental illness was not worth mentioning, when he repeatedly told Xie Qingcheng that he was ill but could not wait for Xie Qingcheng to reply.
He doesn't matter anymore.
He even thought it was a good ending for them to torture each other to death.
But what He Yu couldn't escape was that he kissed Xie Qingcheng just now because of an inexplicable physical impulse.
This move was different from the previous kiss in the bar - that kiss was at least somewhat purposeful, and he wanted Xie Qingcheng to agree to his request in full view of the public.
But what about the kiss blocked by the umbrella just now
It doesn't seem to have any meaning, it just arises out of the heart, and it doesn't seem like any normal man would do it.
But he tried his best to appease his miserable self-esteem, thinking it was right - it was the same as when he slept with Xie Qingcheng, he kissed Xie Qingcheng just to make the other party feel uncomfortable, and there was no love in it.
He lay in bed and thought about it, but in the end he found that he could not calm down and fall asleep.
He Yu scolded secretly, got up and went to the bathroom, and closed the frosted door.
In the steaming heat, his forehead suddenly pressed against the cold tiled wall, the light in the shower room was not turned on, and his chiseled profile face was plunged into darkness. The torrent from the shaggy head hit his back, splashing on his flesh and blood.
He closed his eyes, he thought, it was, hell.
After the radio and television tower incident, He Yu fell ill too frequently and lasted too long. A person who needs to be calm and has so many ups and downs, his illness began to worsen.
It stands to reason that some small frictions and small stimuli today would not have much impact on him, but He Yu still fell ill.
He took a shower in the shower room and calmed himself down, but in the middle of the night, his symptoms were released violently.
The scale on the thermometer was approaching thirty-nine, and the desire to see blood and to destroy things began to surge upwards. He Yu took a handful of medicine and barely survived the second half of the night.
Early in the morning, he had not slept all night, and vaguely heard movement from the next room.
He Yu took out his phone and glanced at the announcement.
The announcement indicated that this was Chen Gan's last day of on-site guidance, and the play that required him and the team to watch would end today.
The play started quite early, and the schedule on the announcement was to leave at 6:00 in the morning.
It is estimated that this movement was caused by Chen slow tossing.
He Yu turned over in the quilt, took the mobile phone and turned back, and found that Xie Qingcheng had to stay on the crew until a few years ago.
That is to say, after today, the Chen slow p2.5 index in the air should drop to zero, and there will be no Chen slow.
There will be only Xie Qingcheng left in the next room.
It seemed like it was raining in the desert. After realizing this, He Yu felt much better after being tortured by mental Ebola all night.
If he hadn't heard Xie Qingcheng's voice coming from next door at this time.