Chapter 96: My kind of people

When he woke up again, He Yu found himself lying in the middle of a white field.

For a moment, he thought he was dead.

It was only when the dripping of the medical monitors around him reached his ears that he realised he was in a hospital.

What was going on ...... wasn't he supposed to be drowning?

He moved, realizing he couldn't get up with an IV poked in his hand and the name of the hospital painted on the bedside table next to him.

"......"

It turned out he'd been taken to the general hospital near Film City.

The events leading up to his drowning coma came rushing back to his mind, knocking He Yu out for a moment, as if he had a mild concussion.

Xie Qingcheng was the first psychiatric Ebola patient, the most fully medicated and the most stable ......

Xie Qingcheng hid it from him and didn't tell him anything.

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But ......

He didn't seem to be in much of a position to accuse Xie Qingcheng of being wrong.

This man was a man who would take his own life and squeeze out the value of it, who had no regard for his own blood and tears. What more could He Yu ask of such a man?

"You're awake? How do you feel?"

When he was lost in thought, a deep, cold voice came from next to him.

He Yu turned around and, as if seeing a ghost, saw Xie Qingcheng lift the curtain and walk in.

Xie Qingcheng's face was a little white and less bloodied, but he looked much better than He Yu, at least he was not in a hospital gown and was walking freely.

He Yu is startled and coughs hoarsely: "You ......"

Xie Qingcheng sat down beside He Yu.

He Yu was now completely awake.

He could barely support himself to sit up from the bed, looked around, there was no one else, this was a VIP ward.

"If you want to find someone else, like your mother ......"

"No." He Yu took Xie Qingcheng's wrist in his hand and pulled the man who seemed intent on getting up back to his side.

"I'm not looking for them. I want you."

"......"

"Xie Qingcheng, you and I said what we said in the studio ......"

Xie Qingcheng was silent for a moment, "You wouldn't want me to murder you here to silence you for those words, would you."

He Yu glared at him.

"Then keep your mouth shut and don't mention it to anyone."

Xie Qingcheng was awake because he had not drowned, but had only caught a cold.

He looked down at He Yu's face, "This is good for both you and me."

He Yu could see that Xie Qingcheng actually regretted telling him everything.

It turned out that they were both still alive now.

After what they had gone through, they both thought they were going to die, and it was only natural that Xie Qingcheng would not want to talk about some of the conversations that had taken place.

--It's only natural that Xie Qingcheng would not want to talk about it now.

Not to mention the fact that it was a life-and-death situation.

Xie Qingcheng seems calm and unruffled, determined to get this chapter out of the way in a few words.

"It was Mr Lu who noticed your absence and looked everywhere for you. Someone told her that you had gone to the studio, and she rushed over with her people." Xie Qingcheng briefly told him what had happened.

"It was indeed just a little bit close."

"Actually, you had already choked and passed out by the time they managed to open that door, but it didn't take long to drown, and if it had taken a little longer, I'm afraid it would have been too late to drain the water and resuscitate you."

"You should get some rest." Xie Qingcheng concluded in silence for a moment.

He had always been used to wearing a mask, and now that it had been removed from He Yu's eyes, he didn't know how to face the boy.

He could only finish his sentence stiffly, as calmly as ever.

Xie Qingcheng did not want to change anything, and even tried to put the mask back on almost ruthlessly.

But Guo Xiang had seen Yang's face before, so what was the point of putting the mask back on again?

The little one had already seen his big brother's eyebrows for what they really were.

He Yu sits on the hospital bed, a few strands of his hair in disarray.

He could have expected Xie Qingcheng's evasion, but he did not expect Xie Qingcheng to be able to handle his emotions so crisply, like cutting out a piece of useless flesh and blood like a piece of necrotic nerve.

He Yu, who was still in a state of sadness and emotion, was so angry that his eyes turned red and he gritted his teeth.

"Xie Qingcheng: you ...... don't you have anything you want to say to me?!"

"......"

"You just walked through a ghostly door with me, and you told me secrets that no one knows, I now know that you and I are the same person. And what about you? Haven't you changed at all?"

"......"

Xie Qingcheng had also known this would happen.

From the moment they were rescued, he knew that when He Yu woke up, he would be faced with this kind of questioning from the boy. So he had already thought of an answer in his mind.

Although what He Yu said to him at that last moment had touched him somewhat, Xie Qingcheng was a man used to giving back with little emotion, not to mention that He Yu had said he "hated him" and told him to "live alone". He Yu said he "hated him" and told him to "live alone".

Then he is not very good at turning the tables, he is a big straight man, and despite his academic research in psychology, he is blunt in his personal emotions.

Although he could not understand why He Yu "hated him" and yet gave him the last chance to survive, since He Yu had said so, he naturally received the emotion of He Yu's dislike.

He was not going to make a fool of himself.

And He Yu was a man who prioritised the protection of the mentally ill, even with a spirit of self-sacrifice.

He had seen this before.

He thought it was for this reason that He Yu had chosen to give him the opportunity.

So Xie Qingcheng looked at him calmly for a moment and opened his mouth, surprisingly in the same reasonable tone that still pissed He Yu off - going round and round, trying to pry a hole in him.

As a result they came back through the ghost gate.

The boundaries of Xie Qingcheng's defences are then reopened.

Everything is back to square one.

With the calmness of a child explaining why the sun shines, Xie Qingcheng says to He Yu: "Why do you think I have to change?"

"You didn't know who I was. But I've always known exactly what you are."

"......"

"So even though you had to readjust, there was nothing about me that required me to adjust myself."

"......"

"What happened in the studio happened when you and I both felt our lives were on the line, for the same reason that people do things on impulse when they're in a drunken state. Now that the situation is back on track, it's best that those things are not brought up again."

"Do you understand when I put it like that?"

Xie Qingcheng finished his speech and, feeling that he had made a good point, straightened up.

Of course, he did not tell He Yu that the moment He Yu sank into the water and lost consciousness, he actually reentered the water from the narrow platform with him.

He was used to seeing life and death.

But how could he really be like Rose when the iceberg sank, lying cold and helpless under the night, in the sea, watching the heart of the ocean sink, the fire-like fiery boy frozen into lifeless cold ice.

It was a soft girl, Jack's lover.

He was a big man, and he had no feelings for He Yu.

How could he let He Yu be like this?

When He Yu was awake, he had pushed against him to keep the weakened man from coming down, but when He Yu lost consciousness and opened his arms to sink, Xie Qingcheng took a deep breath and went into the water with him.

He lifted the boy out of the cold, biting water and carried him to the last side of the narrow platform where he could still breathe oxygen ......

Perhaps it was because of these few minutes of interchangeable time that he and He Yu, both of them, did not end up drowning.

But Xie Qingcheng felt that there was nothing to say that would incite emotion, not to mention the fact that the kid was already in a very bad state of mind, and was trying to haunt him, so to say more would only add to the trouble he was in, and make it even more impossible to cut out the conversation that had taken place between the two of them at the moment of life and death.

So Xie Qingcheng thought for a while, making sure that there was nothing left to say, and said...

"All right, you get some sleep and then it's-"

This time he didn't have time to finish.

Because He Yu was really on fire.

He woke up in a calm mood, with a lot of understanding and sadness amidst his resentment towards Xie Qingcheng, but as soon as Xie Qingcheng entered the room, he cracked up with a lot of rhetoric.

It was no different from when he had been given an injection at his home.

He Yu was so upset and angry that his anger gradually rose to the top, and he could not suppress it, so he suddenly snapped and dragged Xie Qingcheng over to him.

The next thing he knew, Dr. Xie was being dragged directly to the narrow single bed, nearly overpowering He Yu's IV hand.

Xie Qingcheng's pupils contracted, not expecting this, and he whispered, "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

He Yu held him in a firm grip, not letting him out of his grasp in any way possible.

Although the teenager was more damaged than he was, his face was still white, his lips were dry, and he was wearing a pathetic-looking hospital gown.

But this could not conceal the blood and ferocity that blotted out of his dark eyes.

Xie Qingcheng was going to turn his back on him.

He Yu thought, and his eyes, which had been soft when he first woke up, gradually became very dark.

"Don't say I'm crazy." He Yu's hand slowly moved up to pinch the back of Xie Qingcheng's neck instead.

The boy's mad stubbornness was released for a few moments, silently forcing Xie Qingcheng not to leave.

Only then did his hand move slowly to the corner of Xie Qingcheng's lips once more, rubbing them delicately.

His voice was muffled and low.

"You too, psycho."

"......"

"Through and through."

"......"

"Same as me."

As he spoke, he breathed closer and closer to Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng had never seen such a patient, so hostile and powerful that he was unreasonable.

Xie Qingcheng resisted so hard that He Yu was unable to choke him with one hand and lifted the other, which was still poking at the needle.

The needle in his hand swelled up to a hideous, bulging bruise like the wrong injection.

Xie Qingcheng undoubtedly saw it too, and he thought He Yu was too damned sick.

He couldn't move any further, and if he did, He Yu would probably topple the entire saline rack to the ground.

Xie Qingcheng could only half brace himself on He Yu's bed, gritting his teeth and shouting, "You didn't listen to me when I reasoned with you ...... what the hell do you want!"

"......" He Yu's eyes flickered for a moment.

That was the point.

What did he really want?

He didn't want Xie Qingcheng to leave. But letting Xie Qingcheng stay here, in the face of this man's frighteningly calm appearance, only added to his anger.

So he stares at Xie Qingcheng for a moment, then suddenly pulls him by the hair and drags him closer to him.

Then, as if to stop Xie Qingcheng from breathing down his neck, or maybe Jack was trying to get some of the cold warmth back from Rose on the pontoon.

Or perhaps he had the urge to feel the same flesh and blood as himself.

All in all, He Yu finally ignored Xie Qingcheng's resistance, and with a brain fart, he kissed Xie Qingcheng on the lips with a heart full of sadness and resentment.

"!"

"Don't move."

The kiss was silent and fierce, and because Xie Qingcheng kept struggling, he simply used the hand that was poking at the IV to force and drag Xie Qingcheng onto the small hospital bed, tossing and turning so much that the IV tube was bleeding back, but he didn't care, as if the blood was not his own.

He held him, sat him on the bed, tilted his head up and kissed him, a kiss that was as hot and burning as it had ever been, as if he intended to awaken the only one of his kind in the world who could understand him in this way.

He kissed him, so deeply, so passionately, yet like an evil dragon on a reef wailing for a little response in the slim world.

But Xie Qingcheng is cold and does not respond to him.

Xie Qingcheng really did not feel any different from before because of the secret he had told.

He Yu only felt that he had found another dragon, but that dragon was like rock and ice, no matter how much he arched him, called him, moved him, or scratched him with his claws, the other dragon closed his eyes and sank into the cold cave of the mountain lake.

He was left to his own devices.

He Yu was filled with resentment and the hole in his heart seemed to grow bigger, as if it could no longer be filled.

He doesn't know what to do anymore, and can only find a little pitiful comfort in the tangle of bodies.

He took Xie Qingcheng's lips and sucked on them, probing deeper and deeper, entwining his tongue with Xie Qingcheng's reluctance to respond. The force he used was so strong, the intrusion so reckless, that the two soon had a rusty scent in their mouths, but it wasn't clear whose blood it was.

He Yu looked up close at Xie Qingcheng's face on the bed, their lips parting with an erotic, heart-stopping sound, but still close enough to touch with the slightest movement, the ambiguous heat lingering between their moist, full lips.

He Yu's throat rolled up and down, and the colour in his dark eyes deepened.

He subconsciously wanted to use the blood compulsion on Xie Qingcheng again, but for some reason, the thought just came and went.

Xie Qingcheng was not wrong about one thing.

The reservoir confession, for Xie Qingcheng, was simply the telling of a story that had been sealed up for years, coming out of the shadows into the light.

Nothing has changed, except that one more person knows.

But for He Yu, things are different.

He Yu is learning about a Xie Qingcheng he never knew before.

He cursed and spoke harshly.

It would be impossible to say that his heart was not touched.

That would be a lie.

Just the thought of Xie Qingcheng standing calmly in the darkness of such a long night, burying with his own hands the secrets that might have given him a clean name.

Xie Qingcheng was a madman, he thought.

More mad than he was.

More painful than he was.

He wanted to swim over to him, to touch him with his wet wings, to hug him carefully.

But Xie Qingcheng did not want him.

Xie Qingcheng rejected him once again.

And He Yu was not happy.

But he could no longer bear to force him so easily with the blood compulsion.

-- He Yu had always been kind to his own kind, even risking his life in the fire to save the trapped mental patients in Cheng Kang mental hospital.

He was not willing to use his powers to coerce someone with whom he could truly share his illness.

So he ended up not giving any orders.

He simply gazed into Xie Qingcheng's peachy eyes after the first kiss, gasping for breath, trying to soothe his own scattered emotions.

But the more he looked at him, the more confused his mind became, and finally he closed his eyes again, put his arms around Xie Qingcheng, hugged him, and once again took Xie Qingcheng's already warm and moist lips in a heavy kiss, kissing him deeply as if he wanted to become one in this kiss.

Then they would not be alone.

They would both ...... not be alone.

There was no one else in the VIP room, and the kiss became more and more indulgent because of the lack of disturbance, because of the aftermath of the robbery, because of the man's calm avoidance, because of the teenager's aggressive pressure, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise rapidly with He Yu's movements.

He Yu's lips parted from Xie Qingcheng's once more with a little shortness of breath, and the colour in his eyes deepened and darkened.

The tip of his tongue rested lightly against the edge of his lips, the red of its tip between snow-white teeth in a kind of thrillingly gangly beauty.

"Xie Qingcheng ......"

He Yu's hand rubbed against the red mole on the back of Xie Qingcheng's neck, his voice lowered to a whisper.

"Whatever you say."

"It doesn't matter if you deny it, or if you don't feel you need any change. I don't care about you."

"But I want a little warmth."

"I don't want you to reason with me, I don't want you to show me the way with your blood-squeezed experience."

"I just want a little warmth of my own kind."

"......"

"You want it too, I know you want it too."

"Can we stop fighting now and I'll give you mine and you give me yours, please?"

Xie Qingcheng was a little out of breath from the kisses he was getting, but he was still clear-headed enough to think, "Can this be a fucking thing?

He had to give He Yu a fuck, and what was He Yu giving him? What did he have to do with a young man's kind of stuff?

He didn't know whether to be angry or amused for a moment, but when he saw that He Yu's hands were swollen, that he had just recovered, and that he was stubbornly tugging at his shirt to keep him from leaving, he felt a little sorry for the beast.

Xie Qingcheng slapped his hand away, "Let go of him first."

"I won't let go."

"Let go!"

"I don't want to."

The conversation goes from sabre-rattling to childish, and after a while He Yu goes back to kissing Xie Qingcheng's neck.

Xie Qingcheng's neck is very sensitive, and he is kissed so intensely and so urgently that he is somewhat unable to speak, his slender fingers gripping He Yu's hospital gown, his body tense as a string.

He Yu's kisses were so intense and wet that he closed his eyes from time to time and rubbed the tip of his nose against the nape of Xie Qingcheng's neck, occasionally extending his tongue to lick it, then sucking his lips and biting the tip of his teeth to make a little ambiguous bloodstain.

The temperature in the ward was not rising, but was so thick that it was impossible to melt into it.

He Yu's emotions were burning and he didn't want to care about the consequences, he was already young and energetic and Xie Qingcheng always didn't want him.

Normally, young boys who have just started to have sex are very addicted for the first few months, and sometimes they can have sex with their girlfriends two or three times a day, not just once every two or three days. But He Yu could only look at Xie Qingcheng's photos to satisfy his cravings, and the few times he did get to eat, he had to go through a lot of pain and suffer a lot of grievances.

Before today, he was so thirsty that he could have died, but he still had to hold back from eating.

But now that he is alive after the disaster and knows that Xie Qingcheng is actually the person he most resembles in the world, he can't hold back.

He longed for the warmth of his own kind, for the anger of a living person, so he didn't care that he was still in a suspension and wearing a hospital gown, he kissed Xie Qingcheng and pinned him to the bed.

Naturally, Xie Qingcheng thinks he is crazy.

In the midst of the confusion and entanglement, suddenly...

"Click."

The door handle twitched.

Xie Qingcheng had not locked the door before entering, so the handle moved and the door was opened.

The man pushed He Yu away, breathing heavily, his hair dropping to his eyes.

The man who reacted more quickly than he did was He Yu, who pulled the curtain closed with a brush, making it tight and airtight.

He and Xie Qingcheng are behind the pale blue curtain, breathing calmly and arranging their clothes.

Someone from outside comes in.

At first He Yu thought it was a nurse.

After a few seconds, however, the voice that reached his ears was one that he reflexively hated when he heard it.

"He Yu, is there someone in your bed?"