Chapter 115: We go to the massage parlor

Because they have analyzed many things together tonight, Qingcheng Xie's eyes on Yu He are finally not so heavy with resistance.

"Get some rest early."

Said with a few soft coughs.

Yu He : "Still cold?"

Qingcheng Xie: "It's okay. I'll have some more hot water and rest for the night."

He said, gathered his lapel and walked to the table, where there was unfinished water, still warm.

Qingcheng Xie leaned over the table, flipped through the information again, and slowly drank the water at the same time.

After this torment, Qingcheng Xie looked more tired than before, and I do not know if it is too much smoking, poor health, Yu He and he reunited, only feel his physical ability is in the visible gradually fading.

The morbid feeling, covered in Qingcheng Xie's tall and handsome body, is like a snow-colored veil, and the hard manliness has a cold and fickle beauty like a morning mist.

Yu He stood and watched for a while, looking at this foggy person, gradually, a little lost in thought.

Qingcheng Xie turned back: "What's wrong?"

Yu He said, "It's nothing ...... I'll go out and wash my face. You sleep first."

He then went out and cut some fabric to wrap around his wrist so that Qingcheng Xie would not see the marks of his self-inflicted injuries after he fell asleep, and then returned to the house.

When he came back, Qingcheng Xie had fallen asleep on the bed with his eyes closed, and Yu He looked at him quietly for a while, the emotions in his eyes seemingly tender and dangerous.

He knew that he had more extreme thoughts about Qingcheng Xie than Jiankang Wang's criminals.

Jiankang Wang They kill people and organize prostitution/prostitution, he thinks they are too low, this kind of crime simply for money, power and fame is as ugly and stupid as a dog rolling in the mud, unpleasant to look at.

Although he was mentally different, he had no interest in what they were doing, and the kind of perversion in his bones made him want to do what he actually wanted to do, which was to sculpt Qingcheng Xie into a work of art that belonged entirely to him.

And the so-called sculpting, is to blindfold him, so that he can only follow his own forward.

If he does not listen, then piece by piece rip off his dragon scales, peel away his dragon tendons, and then completely press his bloody body to his heart and fit tightly with his own, so that his body and his own body through the hot blood and regenerated skin, tightly bonded together.

That way he can get him.

He then breathes with his only companion in the world, and his heart beats with the same source.

Yu He stood by the wall for a moment tasting the blood in his heart, then sighed and walked over to the bed.

-- Qingcheng Xie This time left one side of the bed for him.

But he didn't dare to sleep.

Yu He drops his eyelashes and slowly undresses, choosing to lie down again on the floor and closing his eyes.

"......"

After he closed his eyes, Qingcheng Xie opened his eyes, his eyes slanted, and his gaze fell on Yu He's face in the darkness.

What is this person doing?

He didn't want to sleep with him before, but Yu He wanted to squeeze in.

Now he doesn't care where Yu He sleeps, and even when he doesn't move, he leaves him a bed to save the child from catching a cold.

But it's so inexplicable that the child won't sleep again.

After a while, as if sensing his gaze, Yu He suddenly opened his eyes again.

Qingcheng Xie : "......"

Yu He : "......"

The person on the bed rests on a cushion and meets the eyes of the person under the bed.

"......" Yu He's voice seemed a little muffled, like the sound of a pontoon bell suppressing an evil beast.

"Looking at what?"

Qingcheng Xie is very direct in what he says and does, and since he asked, he didn't beat around the bush: "Why are you sleeping on the ground again?"

"The bed is too hard and you're too thin to lie down and cuddle. And you still smell like smoke."

"......"

Yu He : "I dislike you."

"Then you'd better keep resenting it." Qingcheng Xie turned off the light: "Go to sleep."

It was dark all around, and the house returned to darkness.

Yu He pulled the covers over his face and whispered in a voice that the other person could not hear, " Qingcheng Xie , you are so stupid. I am lying to you."

Qingcheng Xie is sleeping next to him, but he took out his phone in the quilt, noiselessly clicked on Qingcheng Xie's WeChat interface, typing a few words that he would not really send out.

"Good night, Brother Xie."

Then he quit the page, clicked on the photo of Qingcheng Xie's side and kissed it gently.

He could only vent a little bit of his raging emotions in this way.

Otherwise he felt that the pathology he had managed to suppress by way of self-harm would come back.

Yu He does not care whether he does animal things or not, anyway, his image in Qingcheng Xie's eyes is already an animal.

But he has the so-called Qingcheng Xie still suffer from it.

Even though Qingcheng Xie was the hardest, bravest and strongest man he had ever met, Yu He still felt that a person's capacity to endure was not endless.

Qingcheng Xie had already endured too much, and he didn't want his desire to be the last straw that broke his back.

The night went on like that.

The next morning, Qingcheng Xie and Yu He inquired about Yuzhu Lu's ex-husband's place with the farmer they were staying with.

"His house should be in the center of the county." Not so sure, the peasant woman turned her head and asked her husband, "Is it over there?"

Husband: "Yes, it seems to be in the county's North Street, I'm not familiar with it, not sure, but it's almost like that."

When the man finished, he greeted them both enthusiastically, "Are you going there? I just happen to give you a ride."

The transportation he gave them was, naturally, the cool, racy tractor again.

At the end of the day, he smiled at Yu He and said, "Little handsome, you and I have a destiny of this tractor, ah, last night just took a ride to your brother to buy fried, sleep a sleep to take a ride again, hahaha."

The village people are straightforward, Yu He to stop has been too late, only to raise a hand helplessly to hold the forehead.

Qingcheng Xie listened next to me and understood.

He frowned slightly and looked at the boy next to him.

Although last night's stir-fry was a good one and he knew it was mostly Yu He who had bought it for him, the feeling was even more subtle when it was actually confirmed.

Qingcheng Xie has taken care of people like Xue Xie, Ruoqiu Li, and Man Chen. But he didn't - and was very uncomfortable with being taken care of in turn.

The feeling even made him a little uncomfortable, and he didn't understand what Yu He was trying to do.

After all, the two of them, leaving aside the bond of being orphans, are just bed partners who have ended their relationship.

Yu He: "I'm taking a break, I bought it at random. Can you stop staring at me? It's creepy."

Qingcheng Xie : "...... get on board."

Although it's the 1920s, pieces of the old days can still be seen everywhere you go in Qingli County.

The lintel of the food store is written in red lacquer with the atmosphere of the eighties.

The price list with a skew or a drop on the glass window of the hairdresser's store.

The kiosk owner in front of the campus wearing navy blue factory clothes selling fried skewers and rice cakes was lazily picking his teeth. Strings of poor quality plastic toys, jumping jellybeans, potato chips, and fancy candies hang in front of the kiosk.

Yu He was born after the millennium, and he knows a lot about these 80s, 90s and even 70s things, but he has little contact with them.

Qingcheng Xie is a different story. He walks along the streets of Qingli County with some nostalgia in his eyes.

Especially when he saw a Vaisin food store in front of Cheongnyeo Elementary School, which has long been extinct in Huzhou, his steps even seemed to be tripped by an invisible rope and suddenly became a little slow.

Yu He followed his gaze and was surprised: "Pearl milk tea for 2 yuan a cup?"

Qingcheng Xie: "This was the price before."

Yu He : "When was ...... before?"

"Let me think."

Qingcheng Xie thought for a moment, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the WeiXin food store: "When you weren't born yet."

Yu He : "......"

They both entered the store, which was filled with the smell of re-fried oil and artificial cream, a smell that made Yu He frown but actually made Qingcheng Xie frown.

"Boss, two cups of milk tea, plus I'd like to ask you about a place."

Yu He whispered: "Ask about the place, ask about the place, why do you buy this milk tea. Two yuan a cup can drink?"

Qingcheng Xie : "Two yuan a cup to drink does not kill you."

The shopkeeper was kind enough to write the exact address of Yuzhu Lu's ex-husband's house on a greasy sticky note and handed it to them. After a while, the milk tea was also ready.

Qingcheng Xie tasted it and found it very satisfying, that milk tea was the taste of the old days.

He also had a young age and used to walk home in his school uniform. Ping Xie and Muying Zhou were both very busy at work. When he was in elementary school, they gave him five yuan a day to buy something for his stomach after school, otherwise Qingcheng Xie would have been starving to death by the time the two officers returned.

Pearl milk tea is a drink that appeared in front of their school in the fifth or sixth grade at Qingcheng Xie Elementary School.

At that time, that is a particularly foreign thing, two yuan a cup price for the elementary school students at that time is not too cheap, after all, fried small tenderloin a dollar can buy four small skewers, but everyone has to rush to drink a fresh, the opening of the first line of more than ten meters long.

Qingcheng Xie liked to go to the milk tea store at that time because it had a place for students to sit down and do their homework, and the store also sold various kinds of fried skewers, grilled sausages, and gongwan soup. Qingcheng Xie would order a cup of milk tea, some snacks, and quietly finish his homework. After a while, his parents also know that they have to go to the milk tea store in front of the school after work, maybe Qingcheng Xie homework is not done, and stay inside, so that they can take him home on the way.

Huzhou has changed dramatically since then, and such small stores have gradually disappeared like confetti on the street.

The two yuan pearl milk tea for Qingcheng Xie is not just milk tea, but means that in spring, summer, autumn and winter, Ping Xie's bicycle bell rings outside the store - and the bicycle bell rings outside the store.

The shopkeeper greeted, "Officer Xie, come to pick up your son."

The man answered, smiled and walked in, head patted on Qingcheng Xie head: "Go, every day you know to drink milk tea, go home to eat."

......

"Pfft cough cough!!!"

Qingcheng Xie's memories were suddenly interrupted by a startling cough.

He turned his head to face the source of the sound and saw Yu He, despite his patience, already slightly green in the face, and the young master put down his milk tea with the look of a man about to enter the crematorium.

Qingcheng Xie : "What happened to ......."

Yu He, embarrassed to say anything in front of the shopkeeper, pulled Qingcheng Xie and headed out.

Once outside he couldn't help himself: "Is this stuff drinkable?"

"I grew up drinking it."

"......"

Yu He : "You, you ......"

Qingcheng Xie : "Forget it, I have a generation gap with you. You can't understand me."

Yu He, between "understanding Qingcheng Xie" and "not drinking poisonous arsenic/cream", firmly chose the latter. He threw away the milk tea and scientifically believed that drinking such a thing would not open up the two channels to understand Qingcheng Xie. This thing Ruoqiu Li must have drunk, she is so old, she can not drink it?

Did she understand Qingcheng Xie?

None.

Then obviously, the poison is not necessary to drink.

Qingcheng Xie is drinking very fallen stomach, he drank pearl milk tea all the way, actually even do not smoke, the two according to the address given by the shopkeeper, all the way to find the past, in Qingcheng Xie ate the last glutinous rice pearl, the two footsteps stopped at the entrance of a commercial and residential store.

The two masters looked at the name of the store, and then the address door number, back and forth a few times, to make sure they did not find the wrong place.

--The store pulled a thick red curtain, dirty glass door randomly written on the "massage", "hairdressing", "foot washing "and so on, but none of the prices are marked.

At the top is the name of the store: " Wen A Shampoo ".

Obviously, this is a hair salon that does "that kind" of business.

They never expected Yuzhu Lu's ex-husband to live in such a place, and Qingcheng Xie hesitated a little before he went up and knocked on the door.

After ten minutes or so, just when the two suspected that no one was inside, the curtain of the hair salon was pulled open a little, and the glass sliding door opened a crack.

Behind the curtain stood a young girl, very young, looking only 18 or 19 years old. The young lady first alertly looked them back and forth from head to toe, and then seemed to have come to some kind of judgment, without saying a word, to close the door.

Qingcheng Xie held the door against him, "Please wait."

The young girl looked at him woodenly.

Qingcheng Xie: "Is Qiang Yi there?"

Qiang Yi is the name they inquired about, Yuzhu Lu's ex-husband.

The young girl heard the name and paused in closing the door: "Aren't you the police?"

Yu He really speechless to, even if the police, she asked so, the police will not admit it.

But he answered her anyway, "No. We're here to see Qiang Yi."

"My dad has been out for months and is not home."

Yu He was stunned, Dad?

Could this person be the daughter of Yuzhu Lu and Qiang Yi?

But she does not look like Yuzhu Lu at all, and she looks weak. If that girl was her last night, there is no way Yu He would have let her escape, much less mistake her for Yuzhu Lu herself.

"Are you Awen Yi?"

The young girl replied numbly, "That's my sister. My name is Lulu."

It turns out that she is the daughter of Qiang Yi and his remarried wife.

Seeing that the two men weren't here to pick a fight, Lulu's guard relaxed slightly, but she still stared intently at their faces, "What do you want with my dad?"

"It's not anything very important. If he's not there, forget it. By the way." Yu He said in an offhand manner, "Can we meet your sister."

Lulu shrank back, her whole face almost hidden behind the curtain, looking at them only through a slit.

"My father is not here, and my sister is not here, so go away."

Qingcheng Xie : "We are not the police, and there is no malice, can you ......"

Lulu had closed the door behind her.

Qingcheng Xie was about to knock again when Yu He pulled him back and shook his head, "Let's go first."

As the two men left the door of Wen A's salon, Yu He said, "We can't ask anything like this. People who survive in this environment are very guarded."

"So what do you say."

Yu He : "I'll try again tonight."

Qingcheng Xie arrived after dinner and finally figured out what Yu He actually wanted to do.

The young man asked the farmer he was staying with for some old clothes that the locals would wear and put them on haphazardly, then cut off some hair, carefully glued it into a beard pattern and stuck it on his face, and finally put on some poor quality bronzing powder bought from the Qingli County cosmetic mall and puffed it on his face in front of the mirror.

Makeup and Transfiguration class is an elective in the School of Communication, and I never thought it would come in handy at a time like this.

When Yu He came out of the bathroom, he startled Qingcheng Xie.

Where is this man in front of you or before that graceful and gentle male college student? It is clearly a wind-blown rain described as unkempt villagers.

Yu He laughed, "How was it?"

"...... is completely unrecognizable."

"Good, then I'll make one for you too."

Qingcheng Xie narrowed his eyes: "What do you have in mind?"

Yu He said, "What else can I go to the hair salon at night?"

Qingcheng Xie : "You don't want to ......"

"When that Lulu was talking, I looked into the door, there were several girls sitting inside, I couldn't see exactly how many, but four or five were always there. This store is doing illegal business, we go poking around in a big way, we must get nothing." Yu He took Qingcheng Xie's hand and led him to the bathroom, "You have to pretend to be a customer. Come, I will give you a makeup. I've made up the password, say it's someone from the nearby village, want to have some fun, but afraid of being discovered, do not want to do this in their own village, so they came together to patronize their business."

Qingcheng Xie thinks this person is really messy and nonsensical sometimes.

But on second thought, while this is a really bad idea, there really doesn't seem to be any other way out right now.

Yu He put makeup on Qingcheng Xie, who likes to listen to some music while doing these time-consuming things that require meditation, with random tracks floating in his phone.

As the music played, it cut to a song that was very familiar to Yu He.

He listened for a while and responded, oh, this is the soundtrack of the movie "The Tuner".

Yu He's makeup brush suddenly paused and an idea came to mind.

" Qingcheng Xie ."

Qingcheng Xie opened his eyes, "Hmm?"

"Would you mind wearing some contact lenses? I have just the right style in my luggage that I can use. I have an idea that might make the girls let their guard down a little more when they receive us."