Chapter 71: seems crazy

Like something shattered, and like something exploded violently and burned up.

His eyes were wide open, and the strings of reason in his head were completely melted at this moment.

He simply did not believe Yu He could do such a thing.

Yu He hates it when people say he is gay. In junior high school, he broke someone's calf bone because a boy confessed to him and sent him roses.

But he is now actually in full view of everyone, in the light of the wine, when the guests, waiters, bartenders ...... in front of everyone and he kissed.

Qingcheng Xie is indeed calm, but this is really more than he can handle.

His face burned involuntarily, shocked.

However, Yu He roughly kissed his lips, lips intertwined, Qingcheng Xie completely without his kissing skills and shameless, his brain is still confused, until their lips kissed briefly separated, he suddenly came to his senses, just want to take advantage of this opportunity to turn his face, but again Yu He clutched his hair and dragged back, harder and deeper entangled kiss into.

The breath was full of the boy's hot breath, Qingcheng Xie had never kissed anyone so intensely until now, let alone on this occasion.

Not to mention that he was the one who was passively kissed.

Not to mention that the one who kissed him was a student, a boy.

When Qingcheng Xie came back to his senses, he was so angry that his body was shaking and his eyes were burning red in an instant.

But where do the people around you think so?

They and the cinema audience is not quite the same social group, more open, more love to see the hilarity, this time have been standing ovation, laughing at the hilarity.

"You two are fine!"

There are also hooligans whistling: "Boys, there's a love hotel upstairs! Dog food for us to eat enough you two can go upstairs to do things!"

Qingcheng Xie's male ego can't stand this kind of stimulation, but as soon as he started to struggle violently, he saw Yu He's thin lips still with the warmth of his entanglement, at a distance of less than half an inch from his lips, with a voice that only he could hear gently laugh: "Brother, I scared you. In fact, it's okay, it's normal in bars."

He touched him gently with the tip of his nose: "We're just asking for a laugh, but if you continue to make a scene, it will be a joke. Do you want people to see the joke?"

"......"

"I'm not afraid to lose face anyway, I'll do whatever you want."

The bar is really dark, and the laser light is originally red, orange, green, blue and purple, shining on Qingcheng Xie's face, the other people can not see his face blue.

Yu He rubbed him tenderly again: "But if you promise me to come back as my personal doctor, I'll behave right away and not make a fuss."

"I just want you to die."

Yu He eyes are kind of not quite human crazy light, but he is still smiling, only that smile is a little scary and a little like pampering: "Oh ...... then I'll just keep going."

"......!"

If Qingcheng Xie's face was green before, now it's completely white, dead white.

Because Yu He brain is not normal, his thinking logic and normal people are different, he is now self-loathing state, who knows when he will suddenly the original bottom line as a trash weed to trample hard.

Qingcheng Xie used to look at Yu He's beautiful almond eyes and could tell at a glance when he was joking, when he was hesitating, and when he was serious.

But he now looked at the eyes in front of him, so close, but he could not see anything, the eyes were like a layer of fog, he could no longer see through the little kid he once knew.

Yu He is really crazy, he embraced him with abandon.

Around the shouting louder, tapping the table and knocking on the chair, there are even people raising their cell phones in the shot.

But Yu He at least in this point is still a person, he does not care that he was photographed, but his other free hand directly Qingcheng Xie the upper half of the face covered, from the forehead eyebrows to the tip of the nose, revealing only a pair of slightly gasping thin lips and tilted chin.

Yu He saw that he was frozen still and finally smiled and said again, " Qingcheng Xie , promise me."

Qingcheng Xie asked himself that he had never been afraid of anything, but at this moment he was really scared by Yu He.

Too sick.

Does he have any sense at all?

Yu He blindfolded him and kissed him on the lips again.

Qingcheng Xie suddenly did not speak again, by Yu He sizzling, to kiss the relentless, thin, cool lips.

"......"

Qingcheng Xie is obviously kissed by him until he doesn't speak.

Instead, the boy closed his eyes, rubbed his side jaw, and said, "Brother, if you ignore me, I'll take it that you agree."

He closed his eyes when he asked the question, but then opened them suddenly, staring at Qingcheng Xie's face, staring at the face that was half covered by his ten fingers. The thin lips.

It seems as if as soon as these lips open, before a word of no is uttered, he will be kissed again.

He actually didn't know he was so homophobic and hated being treated as such, but as long as he could get Qingcheng Xie's company, he didn't even think twice about doing such things. This is exactly why.

Qingcheng Xie stiffened, wooden there, the backhand propped up the wooden side of the bar were he pinched out horrible cracks.

For a moment, he wanted to kill Yu He for real.

But he restrained himself in the end.

Yu He in a long stalemate, did not get a clear refusal from Qingcheng Xie - because Qingcheng Xie's brain is almost dizzy with anger, but also completely did not experience such a nerve battle, he was for the first time in his life on a matter clueless, do not know how to deal with.

But in Yu He's eyes, that's the default.

So he finally let go of Qingcheng Xie with satisfaction, in a victorious gesture, smiling and pulling him into his arms, lest the surrounding onlookers shoot Qingcheng Xie's face, the eyes surface sorrowful, deep but with extreme joy.

He lifted his fingers, looking sickly, but his movements were extremely gentle. The teenager gently stroked the edge of the man's ear one by one, not caring how cold and stiff the man's body was in his arms.

He hugged him and rocked him gently at the bar dance floor, as if a child had finally bought that longed-for piece of cake, and he bowed his head and whispered against his ear, "Brother, you're so good, you promised me."

"......"

"Then I won't give you a hard time."

"I'll still be your brat if you do as you're told."

"......"

Creepy tenderness.

"This time, you have to treat me well. No more lying to me, okay?"

The bar is never short of lively, this side of the people finished watching a paragraph, there are other feelings ignited, Yu He and Qingcheng Xie kiss finished, gradually ceased to be the focus of attention.

Yu He let go of Qingcheng Xie, who looked like he didn't want to talk at all anymore.

A person who is too calm may even be numb to the afterglow of such intense stimulation.

Although not many people are already holding up their phones, Yu He is a person with a very strong sense of the private sphere, he does not mind people disliking his face, but he cares about the people he has touched and slept with being photographed, so the beast is a beast, and he is very careful to block Qingcheng Xie's face during the whole process.

Now he took off his own sports baseball cap and put it on Qingcheng Xie, pulling down the brim.

He seemed to be in a much better mood.

Yu He said to Qingcheng Xie, "Wait for me here for a moment."

Qingcheng Xie looked at him with a look that was too cold to be a living person.

Yu He was unaware of it and smiled.

Leaning over, he said something to the staff behind the bar, who nodded.

The bar will occasionally have customers on stage to grab the DJ's job, some of these people are for love, some for seduction, some out of boredom, and some are purely adolescent boys love to show off.

Yu He also did not intend to figure out which one he actually belonged to, he just knew that he suddenly kind of wanted to do it, and so he did.

He communicated with the resident, walked to the stage, and took the guitar that was handed to him.

Yu He lowered his eyelashes and played a tune Qingcheng Xie had never heard before in the pale spotlight, the lyrics were in English and the melody was sprawling and charming.

The boy's fingering is light as he plays the piece, and he smiles at the spectators below when he knocks on the string board, with a little tiger tooth vaguely showing on the side.

He looks comfortable and gentle, playing a song that Qingcheng Xie doesn't know.

The melody of the song is soft, the boy playing music on stage seems to be inadvertently turned back, his gaze touched Qingcheng Xie's face, half hidden in the darkness.

Yu He looked at Qingcheng Xie for a while, feeling infinitely satisfied with the result, even though Qingcheng Xie did not look at him.

Near the end, he lowered his head and concentrated on fingerpicking for a while, finally putting down his guitar and tilting his head to meet the spotlight that fell on him as he slowly closed his eyes.

The dust floated in the light, but could not really settle in a moment, the people on stage applauded, Yu He felt very comfortable at that moment, far more comfortable than before as a tightly disciplined top ten youth.

He figured that in the future, if he wanted it, he would have to go straight for it.

When others do not give, he does not care to ask for it.

He used to be too restrained and gentle, what's the use of getting compliments and approval, and in the end he worked his way into that wretched look, but still had nothing.

Unlike now, as long as he doesn't care about face, he'll get anything - everything.

Clutch it tightly in your hand.

.

Only unfortunately, this satisfaction did not last long.

A few days later, Yu He prepared everything and even personally cleaned the guest room where Qingcheng Xie used to stay, and after he was sure that Qingcheng Xie would be satisfied and comfortable, he happily called the other party and asked when Qingcheng Xie would come.

The result was a laugh that stuck to the microphone and slowly withered away.

It became a frost that curdled at the corners of the lips.

He waited until the man had thought about it, completely refused to reply, he listened to the cold voice of the man on the phone, his face even with a little bit of unpolished ash after the cleaning.

The man said plainly:

This matter is not allowed.

Yu He just wanted to mention the photo, Qingcheng Xie speed is actually faster than him, not waiting for him to say, directly said: "I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it:

You can do whatever the fuck you want. But if you give it to Xue Xie, we will never see each other again, and all relations will end here. You think about it.

The excitement suddenly dissipated, leaving only a gray-headed wreck.

Qingcheng Xie's meaning is very clear, each step back, the bed thing forget, anyway, this to Qingcheng Xie, think about it is the physical wear and tear. Qingcheng Xie has taken this matter very indifferent, Yu He can not use this way to hurt him what, moreover can not use this way to get something from him.

In hindsight, the sad part is Yu He.

Because Yu He has lost himself.

But Qingcheng Xie did not.

After the initial psychological stress, the bed no longer shakes Qingcheng Xie's, he adjusts his mind and sometimes even sees Yu He as a waiter who comes to the door.

Even though he doesn't need the service, this mentality can get him back to the high position he's used to.

--Not if you go back to being a private doctor.

That is a matter of social status, a matter of employment, and if he agrees to this, he loses both body and mind to Yu He. And it was a waste of his precious time.

So he declined.

I have to say. Qingcheng Xie is actually far more skillful than Yu He in pinning down Qingcheng Xie.

Qingcheng Xie is right. In the tangle between the two, it seems that Qingcheng Xie is the one who loses out, but the one who really loses himself is actually Yu He.

Qingcheng Xie is still the same calm, ruthless Dr. Xie.

After receiving a clear rejection from the other party, Yu He was very gloomy, as if he had fallen back to the cold winter from the blossoming April on earth.

He originally harbored hope and even confidence, and had sat upright to wait for the return of the man who had abandoned him four years ago.

The result was a resounding slap in the face.

The dream is broken, once again.

Yu He had to stay at home and the medicine kept going down the drain.

People get sick easily when they are suddenly happy and sad, and he is sick again.

Psychiatric Ebola is one attack more severe than another, Yu He felt cold as ice, but his body temperature broke 40 degrees Celsius, and opened his eyes as if even his retinas were burned dry.

He was lying in bed, sending a message to Qingcheng Xie, who said, "I'm sick I'm sick.

I'm sick Qingcheng Xie.

I'm sick, Dr. Tse.

No response.

Qingcheng Xie may think that he is lying, or perhaps he feels that his death has nothing to do with him.

In short, he never gave Yu He a reply, and Yu He became more and more ill during this long wait.

Yu He didn't care, private doctors came and went, changed several times, but couldn't relieve his symptoms. He then simply stopped letting people bother him.

Lest he have to try to restrain a strong desire to hurt people.

He locked himself in his room, and on his bookshelf were several books devoted to rare diseases of the world, and he pulled out one of them to read.

In that book, he was impressed by a case called "ossification disease".

The story is about a seemingly normal little boy abroad, in his six-year-old year, playing ball accidentally fractured, the doctor gave him the conventional treatment for surgery, but after the operation, the boy's leg injury not only did not heal, but swelling more and more powerful, around the bone growth.

In order to restore his health, the boy underwent more than thirty major and minor surgeries before and after, and eventually the doctors were shocked to discover that the boy's muscle tissue was abnormal and that whenever he was subjected to external injuries, the boy's body would turn on a strong self-protection mechanism and grow hard bones to counter the external impact.

"It's similar to acromegaly, but more frightening." Qingcheng Xie explained to him back then, "He can't take any bumps, even the smallest ones. A normal person's bump would just produce a little bruise, but his collision site would grow bones. Slowly, the patient's entire body will be sealed by the bones and he won't be able to move."

The boy in the case endured a long illness, watching his flesh and blood gradually harden into white bone, and finally in his thirties, ended this painful life.

"Because of his ossification, doctors were unable to operate on him to save his life, and he couldn't have lab tests that would have done even the slightest harm - not even to draw blood - while he was alive. So he had a dying wish that doctors would be able to study his kind of case better, so that in the future, if someone unfortunate enough to suffer from the same disease as him could be treated and could live a very different life from his, he chose to donate his body to the hospital." Qingcheng Xie told the boy, who was listening intently at that point, "His skeleton is still in the museum."

The book also has a photo of a twisted skeleton standing silently in a transparent and clean display case, with his name, date of birth and death written below.

As well as the phrase "he had a 70 percent ossification rate throughout his body when he passed away."

But Yu He's attention was more focused on another photo, a display case adjacent to the man's remains, which also contained a similar skeleton that looked even smaller, with the ribs almost all glued together in a gruesome way.

"That's another girl." Sensing his gaze, Qingcheng Xie said, "Communication was not developed at that time, and they were not from the same country. He didn't know that while he endured the loneliness that no one could know, there was actually a girl on the other side of the strait who had the same disease. That girl only learned after his death that she had someone else in the world who could share the same illness."

"But that girl was optimistic and didn't give up on life because of her ossification disease. She focused on fashion and designed herself many special dresses for events ...... When she died, she made the same choice, and later people displayed their bones side by side in the medical museum. They never met in life, so perhaps they will be able to support and comfort each other after death - that was a bit of the vision of the museum's director."

When Qingcheng Xie closed the book, said to Yu He, who was feverish and a little sleepy.

"Maybe there is someone else who is suffering from the same illness as you, you just don't know it. Maybe that person is also trying very hard to live, you just don't know it either. Yu He , you should not lose to others."

The young Yu He was feverish and dazed, thirsty for blood, but weak, sinking into the soft, thick bedding, squinting his eyes in a blur as he looked into Qingcheng Xie's face:

"And when I die, will someone be stored alongside me in the museum?"

"I'm afraid your bones don't have much to show for it." Qingcheng Xie said, "so I suggest you think about how to live well first."

But what is the meaning of living?

Some are in it for the money, some for the power, some for the fame and fortune, and some for the love and family.

And none of these things seem to have anything to do with him today, they either abandoned him or he has no interest in them.

Yu He was too sick to take the special medicine, but still no significant effect, he sat by the window, looking gloomily at the busy servants below, it did not take him long to find himself unable to contain the scene of imagining to take them, so he turned his eyes away.

He must still, as before, to transfer the torment to others, to be borne by himself.

The tattoo that resembled Qingcheng Xie was already very faint. He inclined his face for a moment -

N-o-t-h-i-n-g ......

It was as if the tattoo artist's voice was ringing in my ears again, "This is a bit long, it will hurt, why don't we change it?"

"It's okay."

It's okay, I'll take this.

Nothing of him that doth fade.

But doth suffer a sea-change.

Into something rich and strange.

That tattoo failed, but that's okay.

Failure is good, at this moment, he can do it himself, without anesthesia, not to leave this line of poetry, just to get out of the disease.

He thought that maybe this is what Qingcheng Xie wanted to see, his karma.

He even now dead, Qingcheng Xie know, maybe will put a firecracker to celebrate it ......

The young man sat silently at the second floor window of the villa, outside is a large swath of fire haze, blinding to the point that he gradually could not open his eyes. He was in a trance, his body swayed, and then ......

It seems to be very light all of a sudden, the evening breeze blowing across his face, bringing him a long-standing tenderness.

He lost consciousness, people leaned forward and fell down ......

"Bang!"

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"!!! Young master! The young master has fallen!"

"Oh my God! Help!!!"

"Call first aid!!! Call first aid quickly!!!"