Case File Compendium

The next day, Xie Qing presented to the hospital and returned to the dormitory.

Although Chen Man was with him, he didn't speak much. It seemed that something was wrong.

When they parted, Chen slow stood downstairs in Xie Qingcheng's dormitory and called out hesitantly: "Brother Xie..." Xie Qingcheng: "..." But he met Xie Qingcheng's eyes, Chen slow finally snorted: "You...you take good rest. If you have anything, you can come to me at any time.

Xie Qingcheng felt that Chen Wan's emotions were strange, but he didn't think in the direction of Chen Wan's horror that he might have a crush on him. He felt that Chen Wan probably couldn't accept his one-night stand. This reason was really lame, but apart from using it to kill Chen Wan, Xie Qingcheng couldn't think of any more reasonable explanation.

He is a handsome seven-foot man, and it is impossible to admit that he was slept by a boy thirteen years younger than him.

For Xie Qingcheng, this is just like eating coptis for a mute, and it is hard to say.

Xie Qing was quiet for a moment and said, "Let's go, thank you." He was going upstairs.

Chen slow stood in the rain and said again: "Brother Xie."

"No, no, take care."

"...What are you trying to say?" Chen slow bit his lip and held it back for a while, before he asked, "Are you still in touch with that girl?" Xie Qingcheng paused for a moment : "Would you have a relationship with a one-night stand?"

"I...I don't do this kind of thing." But when he said that, he felt as if he was condemning Xie Qingcheng for not being virtuous, so he quickly waved his hand: "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant either. "

"You really shouldn't do this kind of thing." Xie Qingcheng said indifferently, "I am also regretting it because of impulse."

Chen slow looked at him.

Xie Qingcheng: "It won't happen in the future. I feel disgusting." After he finished speaking, he went upstairs. Chen Slow's face was always pale when he heard Xie Qingcheng's last two sentences At that time, there was finally some blood.

After a full week, Xie Qing was in a state of ill health and finally passed away, but the hickeys on his body have not disappeared. There is still a faint mark on his wrist.

It was evidence of wanton intrusion with bound hands.

Xie Qingcheng did not contact He Yu anymore. He Yu dragged him down, and he deleted He Yu directly. Old school, if you really want to avoid someone, it's actually easier.

He thought it was a nightmare.

Don't look back.

Xie Qingcheng has experienced a lot, and it is not that he does not understand this truth.

However, when I wake up in the middle of the night, I still wake up often. After the illness was cured, the fever subsided, and even those wounds were slowly reconciling, but Xie Qingcheng's heart that was originally resistant to **** became more morbid.

He repeatedly dreamed uncontrollably about He Yu's face shrouded in hatred and desire, dreaming of what they had done, and then sat up from the bed startled, Where he saw, Xie Qingcheng finally showed panic and vulnerability, gasping for breath, buried his face in his palms, sweating heavily, he lit cigarette after cigarette, and even took sleeping pills to fall asleep.

When he was taking a bath one day, he saw that the traces of the toss had finally disappeared as if nothing had happened, but he did not have any relaxed expression-he knew that he was branded with gangrene, right The fear and disgust of the bed thing grew more and more intense. His memory kept stabbing him, reminding him that he had lost his temper in front of He Yu and vented it in that way.

I have been repressed, and even have little desire.

He cried, trembled, and gaffe, these memories were like whiplashes that stabbed him, humiliated him, and tortured him. He had to turn on the computer, click on the video of the moon jellyfish, and watch the floating ancient life, trying to divert his attention elsewhere.

He thought, he couldn't just sink in like this.

In a few days.

He House.

"It's back." The He family was rarely brightly lit, and the warm light made He Yu frown when he walked into the hall, like a vampire who was accustomed to being lonely, the quietness and darkness of the ancient castle, It was what he was familiar with.

Lu Zhishu and He Jiwei were both there.

He Yu and Xie Qingcheng went back to the villa once after they had done it. It was after Xie Qingcheng was followed to the hospital that day, but they found that they had nothing to do.

At that time, he felt uncomfortable and very empty. He had just been soaked by the extreme stimulation at that time, and he was suddenly alone again, and he couldn't help feeling empty. The housekeeper is accompanied.

But he left the next day and he never came back. until today.

He Yu knew that his parents would go back to Shanghai soon, but he originally thought they would not stay for a long time.

Unexpectedly, when he returned home again, Lu Zhishu and He Jiwei were still there. He was not used to this kind of greeting, so when he looked at the scene in front of him, his first reaction turned out to be, "This may also be fake, he imagined it." But he immediately realized that he had never imagined his parents. Will come back to have a good dinner with him.

None of them appeared in his delusions.

"Is it cold outside? Mom made a soup for you, morels abalone soup..."

"Mom." He Yu was quiet for a moment, the word that human beings first learned seemed a bit jerky to him, "I'm allergic to this seafood." The hall suddenly became quiet.

Lu Zhishu was a little embarrassed and glanced at He Jiwei.

He Jiwei coughed: "It's alright, eat something else, I have someone make you boiled cabbage, the soup you have been hanging for a long time, you used to like it the most." Although He Jiwei didn't talk to He Yu very much. Dear, but he is at least more reliable than Lu Zhishu, he knows what He Yu likes.

He Yu couldn't say anything else, the three of them sat down at the table together. The atmosphere became more rigid for a while.

He Yu can't remember the last time their family of three sat like this, it's been too long. He looked at the faces of He Jiwei and Lu Zhishu, and they were even strangers.

To him, parents seem to be more like those two avatars in WeChat contacts, those flat voices.

"When are you planning to return to Yanzhou?" He Yu asked.

"No hurry." Lu Zhishu immediately said, with a sweet smile on his fat face, because the pile was too full, and even a little shaky, "Your brother is also living in school now, we Don't look at it. What's more, He Yu, you're scaring your mother to death, so don't do such dangerous things again, if you have troubles, then we—" She didn't continue, but she seemed to be choked up.

He Yu watched with cold eyes, and after the TV tower incident, his heart was no longer the same as before, it became very cold and hard.

But he was too lazy to talk nonsense with them, and finally smiled lightly: "It's fine. I'm fine now." There was a chat at the table, the picture seemed warm, but in fact Dark tide surging.

"I'm done eating, can I go upstairs first?"

"Ah, good. You go, go." Although Lu Zhishu was made uncomfortable by He Yu, she was a businessman through and through, and she could even treat her son as Pi Liyang Qiu, "Have a good rest, will Mom cook chicken soup for you tomorrow?"

"...Whatever." He Yu said lightly, left the table, and went upstairs.

Lu Zhishu watched his back disappear into the depths of the upstairs corridor with complicated eyes.

He Jiwei: "Why are you being so nice to him all of a sudden. Don't talk about him, even I'm not used to it." Lu Zhishu: "Why am I being nice to my son? His mother..." He Jiwei hesitated before speaking, but finally got up: "I have something to do in my company, I have to go to Qingdao tomorrow."

"When will you come back? I told you, I thought about it, I owe him too much before, I have to make up for him well, don't go out for too long, work, where is it? It's important to have children..." He Jiwei sighed: ".It's very memorable for you to say this."

"It's like you told me when you were pregnant with him." He Jiwei smiled, his eyes were deep, and he seemed a little sad, "I haven't heard it for a long time.

Lu Zhishu: "Old He..." He Jiwei had already turned away.

He Yu was lying on the bed in the bedroom, and his eyes became a little scattered after he didn't have to talk to Lu Zhi about He Jiwei's hypocrisy.

He looked at the ceiling, just like the past week, when he was alone in a daze, he would sway the previous things "dong-dong-dong-" Unexpectedly, the old house's The grand clock rang again.

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Thinking of that birthday night, he couldn't help thinking of Xie Xue again.

Not only did his parents never care much about him, even Xie Xue was only a person he partially imagined in extreme loneliness and extreme morbidity. She is real, but not completely real , Knowing this truth, his feelings for Xie Xue became very complicated.

In fact, everything was expected, right?

He always thought that Xie Xue had a bad memory. He still remembered some things clearly, but she said that he had no impression.

He also told her at that time, I really don't know how your memory was admitted to the university.

He never doubted that those things might be the flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, it was a fantasy in his mind.

That "she" does not exist and is not entirely real.

Even his subconscious knew that he was carrying out self-protection and self-deception.

He used to write the homework of editing and directing classes, and he wrote about a boy with seven souls. After the boy's death, the soul knocked on the teacher's door, and he sat down to eat snacks and drink **** tea. However, when the teacher woke up the next day, the biscuits on the table, the warm **** tea, were also frozen into ice.

The boy has never been here at all, it's a fake, it's a soul that doesn't exist, his brain can make up such a story, isn't he projecting his own imagination of Xie Xue?

The untouched cookie in the story, the birthday cake that did not exist outside the story.

In the story, the heart-warming **** tea is frozen into ice, but outside the story is a heart that is so cold that it is too hard to beat.

His consciousness is not ignorant.

Even if he looks back carefully now, from the perspective of a dreamer, he can distinguish between dreams and reality.

When he is in a dream, he does not distinguish between dreaming and waking up, but once he opens his eyes, he can know which is real and which is fake.

As Xie Qingcheng said, Xie Xue is really good to him, but that kind of goodness is not unique, not without boundaries.

She regards him as a close friend, but she has many friends, not just He Yu.

He was never special.

This is the truth that is more exciting to Xie Xue than that he likes others. His emotional support is actually just an illusion.

Even liking this kind of emotion, which is normal for ordinary people, has become a luxury when it comes to him.

He Yu was thinking wildly, but he had not rested for a long time, Xie Qingcheng had a painful week, and he was not feeling any better. The human body couldn't accept such high-intensity continuous stimulation at all. Although he was in a chaotic mood, he took a few pills, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into his first deep sleep after the night in the clubhouse.

He Yu had a dream that night.

He dreamed of a pair of fallen peach blossom eyes, because these eyes had lured him into the peach blossom garden countless times before, he thought it was Xie Xue at first.

He thought he was fantasizing again, and those weak hopes in his heart turned into Xie Xue's appearance to comfort me.

But the dream gradually became clearer, and he suddenly realized that it was not a pair of smiling eyes. But cold, sharp, hateful, resolute. With some embarrassment and helplessness.

He suddenly realized that it was the eyes of Xie Qingcheng, who was poured 59 degrees of plum in the box.

Dreams are born of consciousness. After understanding, everything in his dreams begins to materialize.

He saw Xie Qingcheng's body deep in the black top layer soft leather sofa again, the skin was pale, like a spar placed in a black velvet treasure box cushion, white almost transparent. The placket of the shirt, which was originally clean, was soaked with red wine, and the fabric was close to the skin, delineating the firm chest muscles, and the chest was up and down.

Xie Qingcheng was tortured very embarrassedly by him, his whole body seemed to be salvaged from water, covered in sweat. That tight line, pure yang, fierce body like fire... struggling in the wet water.

The medicinal properties continued to entangle him for a moment, Xie Qingcheng couldn't take it anymore, he raised his neck unbearably, leaned his hands on the sofa, tried to grab something, and his wrists were exposed. A thin line of words—Hereliesonewhosenamewaswritteninwater

He Yu saw that line of words from the real to the blurry, and in the end he couldn't see anything clearly. He only felt that the words were like a spell, and he was out of the body, so he fell on the ground in a fascination... Xie Qingcheng held it.

Peach eyes have become peach blossoms.

The emotional, hoarse cry that He Yu had never heard before sounded again in the dream.

Abdomen, bone lingering.

There is no blood left.

When He Yu woke up, he was still panting violently.

The sky outside the window slightly burst into a line of crab blue, not even the buds of light. It was still early, after four o'clock in the morning, the servants in the villa were sleeping soundly. The sweat on the back is cold, and the person is cold.

He had a thin autumn blanket on his waist and stared at the ceiling inlaid with brass sheets like bronze mirrors that he could see when he lay in bed own figure.

He Yu's Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes did not blink, as if a body had just been spit out by a nightmare.

Needs some soggy warm comfort.

His fingertips moved slightly on the bed, thinking he was crazy.

Why dream of Xie Qingcheng that night?

He slept with Xie Qingcheng at that time, he thought he had no lust, he just knew that this way would make Xie Qingcheng lose face the most, and he was crazy at that time and had no reason It can be said, I would rather fall into the quagmire myself, but also have Xie Qingcheng covered in mud and see him in a state of embarrassment.

He originally planned to use the crazy revenge caused by alcohol to put a stop to the relationship between the two.

Even after that night, he was like a scumbag, and he dragged Xie Qingcheng's WeChat into black, and he didn't plan to contact him again.

Why dream of Xie Qingcheng again, dreaming of that hoarse cry that made his waist numb? He is not gay, how could he fall into it?

He Yu closed his eyes and raised his hand to cover his forehead. Tell him what primitive nature is.

He endured.

He was originally bloodthirsty, but that night he was addicted to male lust. Before that, he had never kissed anyone, never hugged anyone, and never went deep into Wenrou Township or tasted the water of burning love.

A virgin in his twenties is very dangerous. At this time, the boys are at their peak physical strength, curious and heavy, and have a lot of free time. So many hotels near the university town can explain some points. Although He Yu was very special in many places, he was indeed only a nineteen-year-old boy, and he could not resist this human desire to be seduced by poisonous snakes from the Garden of Eden.

The boy has eaten it, and when he eats it, it is inevitable to think about it.

I want to.

In the end, he couldn't stand this kind of stimulation, he lifted the thin blanket abruptly, and Mi grabbed the phone roughly.

Unlock the screen with a small click.

In the ear, but like a drum.

He Yu stiffened for a long time before moving his fingers stiffly, and in the midst of fierce self-struggle, he opened the album.

The album contains several photos of Xie Qingcheng's sleeping bed that he took. He looked at the screen, and the dream instantly overlapped with reality.

The details of the photo are clear, even the light hickey on Xie Qingcheng's collarbone can be seen. He Yu instantly remembered the fiery heat when the two of them were lingering, and the sticky voice of the lips and tongues seemed to ring in his ears.

These photos have not been opened and viewed since He Yu left the club that day.

He didn't want to still have some desire for Xie Qingcheng after ending the relationship, so he didn't look at it again.

However, at this time, he did not know what kind of strange thoughts he was holding. He opened the encrypted file that was heavily protected. On the big bed of the villa with blackout curtains, He Yu held up his mobile phone, as if he was caught by something. The heavy object fell down, pressing his chest so hard that he couldn't breathe, and the hot and humid image pressed him to the table, tearing apart his masculine nature.

In the picture, Xie Qingcheng has no inch strands, his forehead hair is messy, and there are bruises on the corners of his mouth. He Yu bit them when they kissed... Just one glance, He Yu closed his eyes abruptly, and turned off the phone at once .

The boy's hot sweat instantly dripped all over his body.

Is he crazy?

My heart is pounding.

The dance is getting more and more ridiculous, and he is getting more and more disgusting.

Insane...he's not gay!

Yes, I must have slept well, fell ill again, and went crazy.

After he came out, he logged out his phone from the photo page, lay on the bed with wet forehead and brushed social networking sites for a while, trying to distract himself as soon as possible.

The Internet at night is not lonely, and the sleepless people are still releasing the fireworks of their souls.

He Yu swiped for a while, and found that he subconsciously searched the word "Xie Qingcheng" in the search bar at some point.

…Sometimes people will do this when they are empty, and they will subconsciously scribble the names that echo in their minds in the notebook, and the same is true of typing.

However, inputting Xie Qingcheng's name unconsciously is still unacceptable to He Yu, feeling that it is really evil.

He Yu returned to his senses and wanted to quit, but before quitting, he noticed a message.