Chapter 115: Let's go to a massage parlor

After such an episode, it was already late in the night when the two of them wanted to rest again.

Because they had analyzed many things together tonight, the way Xie Qingcheng looked at He Yu was finally not as resistant as before.

"Get some early rest."

He said coughing softly.

He Yu: "Still cold?"

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

He said, and walked to the table with the lapels of his coat closed, where there was unfinished water, still warm.

Xie Qingcheng leaned against the table, flipping through the information again, and slowly drank the water.

After all this, Xie Qingcheng looked even more tired than before, and I don't know if it was because he smoked too much and was not in good health, but since He Yu reunited with him, he only felt that his physical ability was gradually fading away as far as the eye could see.

That kind of morbidity, in Xie Qingcheng's tall and handsome body covered, like a heavy snow-colored veil, hard manhood, there is a morning mist like cold and fugitive beauty.

He Yu stood still for a while, looking at this misty person, gradually, he was a little lost in thought.

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

He Yu said, "It s nothing ...... I m going out to wash my face. You sleep first."

He went out and cut some fabric and wrapped his wrists so that Xie Qingcheng would not see his self-inflicted wounds when he fell asleep, before returning to the house.

When he came back, Xie Qingcheng was already asleep on the bed with his eyes closed, He Yu looked at him quietly for a while, the emotion in his eyes seemed tender and dangerous.

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

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

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

And by carving, I mean blindfolding him so that he can only follow his own lead.

If he didn't listen, then piece by piece he would rip off his dragon scales, strip away his dragon tendons, and then completely press his bloodied body against his heart, pressing it against his own, so that his body and his own would be tightly bonded together by means of hot blood and regenerated skin.

That way he gets him.

He then shares his breath and his heartbeat with his only companion on this earth.

He Yu stood by the wall for a moment tasting the blood in his heart before sighing and walking over to the bed.

-- Xie Qingcheng left him a side of the bed this time.

But he was afraid to sleep.

He Yu dropped his eyelashes and slowly undressed, opting to recline on the floor and close his eyes.

"......"

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

What is this man doing?

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

Now he didn't care where He Yu slept, and even saw that he didn't move presumptuously, so he left him a bed to save the child from freezing and catching a cold.

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

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

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

He Yu: "......"

The person in the bed was resting on a cushion and met the eyes of the person under the bed.

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

"Watching what?"

Xie Qingcheng spoke and acted very directly, since he asked, he did not beat around the bush: "Why are you sleeping on the ground again."

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

"......"

He Yu: "I dislike you."

"Then you'd better keep smacking." Xie Qingcheng turned the light off, "Go to sleep."

It went dark around them, and the house returned to darkness.

He Yu pulled the covers over his face, and in a voice that the other party did not hear, whispered, "Xie Qingcheng, you're so stupid. I was lying to you."

Xie Qingcheng was sleeping right next to him, but he took out his cell phone under the covers, soundlessly tapped on Xie Qingcheng's WeChat interface, and typed in a few words that he wouldn't actually send out.

"Shea, good night."

Then he exited the page, clicked on the photo of the Xie Qingcheng side face, and kissed it gently.

It was all he could do to vent a little of his raging emotions.

Otherwise the sickness he felt he'd managed to suppress by self-harming himself would come back with a vengeance.

He Yu didn't care if he did or didn't do animal things, anyway, his image in Xie Qingcheng's eyes was already an animal.

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

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

Xie Qingcheng has already endured too much, and he doesn't want his desires to be the last straw that breaks his back.

That's how the night went.

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

"His house is supposed to be in the center of the county." Not so sure, the farmer's wife turned her head and asked her own husband, "Is it over there?"

Husband: "Yeah, I think it's on North Street in the county, I'm not familiar with it, I'm not sure, but that's pretty much it."

The man finished and greeted them both enthusiastically, "Are you going there? I have just the thing to give you a ride."

He piggybacks on their mode of transportation, which is naturally the cool pulling tractor again.

At the end, he also laughed at He Yu, "Little handsome, you and I have a destiny with this tractor, last night only just sat to go buy small fry for your brother, a sleep and then you have to sit again, hahaha."

The village people are straight-talking, He Yu to stop has been too late, only to raise his hand helplessly holding his forehead.

Xie Qingcheng listened from the side and understood.

He frowned slightly, looking at the boy next to him.

Although one look at last night's stir-fry and he knew it was most likely something He Yu had gone and gotten for him, the feeling was more subtle when it was actually confirmed.

Xie Qingcheng has taken care of Xie Xue, Li Ruoqiu, and Chen Man in this way. But he was not - and was very unaccustomed to being taken care of in turn.

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

After all, the two of them, putting aside the bond of both being loners, were just a bedfellows relationship that had ended.

He Yu: "I was distracted and bought it casually. Can you stop staring at me? It's creepy."

Xie Qingcheng : "...... Get in the car."

Although it is now the 1920s, pieces of the old days are still everywhere you look when you walk down the county roads in Clearfield County.

The lintel of the sub-store bears red-painted letters with an eighties vibe.

A price list with a skim or a click has fallen off the glass window of the hairdresser's store.

The owner of the kiosk in front of the campus, dressed in navy blue factory clothes selling fried skewers and rice cakes, is lazily picking his teeth. Strings of poorly made plastic toys, jumping jacks, potato chips, and fancy candies hang in front of the kiosk.

He Yu was born after the turn of the millennium, and although he knows about these colorful things from the 1980s, 1990s and even the 1970s, he has very little contact with them.

Xie Qingcheng is a different story, as he walks through the streets of Qingli County with some nostalgia in his eyes.

Especially when he saw a Weixin food store in front of Qingli Primary School, which had long been extinct in Huzhou, his footsteps even seemed to be tripped by an invisible rope, suddenly becoming a little slow.

He Yu followed his gaze and was taken aback, "Pearl milk tea for $2 a cup?"

Xie Qingcheng: "It used to be this price."

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

"Let me think."

Xie Qingcheng thought for a moment, hands in his pockets as he walked towards the Vaixin food store, "Before you were born."

He Yu: "......"

The two of them entered the store, which reeked of re-fried oil and artificial creamer, a smell that made He Yu's brow furrow, but actually made Xie Qingcheng's brow relax.

"Boss, two milk teas, plus I want to ask you about a place."

He Yu whispered, "Inquiring about places is fine, what are you doing buying this milk tea. Can you drink it for two dollars a cup?"

Xie Qingcheng : "Two dollars for a cup won't kill you."

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

Xie Qingcheng tasted it and found it satisfactory, that the milk tea was the flavor of the past.

When he was young, he used to walk home in his school uniform. Xie Ping and Zhou Muying were both very busy at work, and when he was in elementary school, they gave him five dollars a day for pocket money, so that he could buy something for himself after school, otherwise Xie Qingcheng would have starved to death by the time the two police officers returned.

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

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

Xie Qingcheng liked to go to milk tea stores because they had a place for students to sit down and do their homework, and they also sold all kinds of fried skewers, grilled sausages, and gumball soups. Xie Qingcheng would order a cup of milk tea and some snacks and finish his homework in peace. After a while, his parents knew that they had to go to the milk tea store in front of the school after work, and that maybe Xie Qingcheng hadn't finished his homework yet and was staying there, so they could take him home with them.

Then there was a sea change in Huzhou, and such small stores gradually disappeared like confetti in the streets.

For Xie Qingcheng, a two-dollar cup of pearl milk tea is more than just milk tea; it means that in spring, summer, fall and winter, Xie Ping's bicycle bells ring outside the store - the

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

The man answered and walked in with a smile, patting his head on Xie Qingcheng's head, "Let's go, every day you know how to drink milk tea, go home and eat."

......

"Pfft cough cough!!!"

Xie Qingcheng's memories were suddenly interrupted by an alarming cough.

He turned his head and faced the source of the sound to see He Yu, despite his forbearance, already slightly green in the face, and the young master putting down his milk tea with the appearance of being about to enter the crematorium.

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

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

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

"I grew up drinking it."

"......"

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

Xie Qingcheng : "Forget it, I have a generation gap with you. You are unable to understand me."

He Yu, between "understanding Xie Qingcheng" and "not drinking poisonous arsenic", still firmly chose the latter. He threw away the milk tea and scientifically decided that drinking it would not open the two chakras to understand Xie Qingcheng, which Li Ruoqiu must have drunk, as she was so old, could she not have drunk it?

Did she understand Xie Qingcheng?

No.

Obviously, then, the poison was unnecessary.

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

The two moncler outlet store looked at the name of the store, and then to the address door number, back and forth a few times, before they are sure that they are not looking for the wrong place.

--The store had a thick red curtain and the words "massage", "hairdressing", "foot wash" were written randomly on the dirty glass door, but none of them indicated the price. "Massage", "Hairdressing", "Foot Wash", etc. were written randomly on the dirty glass door, but there were no prices indicated.

At the top is the store's name: "Wen Shampoo".

Apparently, it's a hair salon that does "that" kind of business.

They did not expect Lu Yuzhu's ex-husband to live in such a place, and Xie Qingcheng hesitated a little before going forward and knocking on the door.

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

Behind the curtain stood a young girl, very young, looking like she was only eighteen or nineteen. The maiden first looked them back and forth from head to foot with alarm, then seemed to arrive at some sort of judgment, and without a word was about to close the door behind her.

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

The young girl looked at him woodenly.

Xie Qingcheng: "May I ask if Yi Qiang is here?"

Yi Qiang is the name of Lu Yuzhu's ex-husband they asked about.

The young girl paused in closing the door when she heard the name, "Aren't you guys cops?"

He Yu is really speechless, even the police, she asked, the police will not admit it.

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

"My dad's been out for months, not at home."

He Yu was stunned, Dad?

Is this person the daughter of Lu Yuzhu and Yi Qiang?

But she doesn't look like Lu Yuzhu at all, and she looks weak, so if that girl was her last night, there's no way He Yu would have let her get away, let alone mistake her for Lu Yuzhu herself.

"Are you Yi Awen?"

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

Turns out she's the daughter of Yi Qiang and his remarried wife.

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

"It's not anything very important, so forget it if he's not there. Right." He Yu prattled, "Can we meet your sister."

Lulu shrank back, her entire face almost hidden behind the curtain, watching them only from a slit.

"My dad's not here and my sister's not here, so go away."

Xie Qingcheng : "We're not police and we don't mean any harm, can you ......"

Lulu had closed the door.

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

As they leave the door of Wen's salon, He Yu says, "We can't ask anything this way. People who survive in this kind of environment are very guarded."

"Then you say what to do."

He Yu : "Wait and try again tonight."

Xie Qingcheng finally figured out what He Yu really wanted to do after dinner.

The young man asked to stay with the farmers to ask for a few pieces of old clothes that the locals will wear, haphazardly with the wear, and then cut some hair, carefully glued into a beard look, to the face of a sticker, and finally to the mirror on some of the poor quality bronzing powder from the small shopping malls of the Qingli County daytime to buy on the face.

The Makeup and Transfiguration class is an elective major in the School of Communication, and I didn't expect it to come in handy at a time like this.

He Yu startled Xie Qingcheng when he came out of the restroom.

Where in front of me is the same elegant and gentle male college student? It is clearly a wind-blown and rain-drenched villager described as unkempt.

He Yu laughed, "How was it?"

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

"Not bad, I'll make you one too then."

Xie Qingcheng narrowed his eyes, "What did you have in mind?"

He Yu said, "What else can you go to a hair salon at night?"

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

"I looked in the doorway when that Lulu was talking, and there were several girls sitting in there, 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, and we're sure to get nothing." He Yu took Xie Qingcheng's hand and led him towards the restroom, "You have to pretend to be a guest. Come on, I'll put on some makeup for you. I've made up the caliber, just say that you were introduced by someone from a nearby village who wanted to have some fun, but were afraid of being found out and didn't want to do this in your own village, so you came along to patronize their business."

Xie Qingcheng thought that this person sometimes really messed up nonsense.

But on second thought, while it was indeed a terrible idea, there really didn't seem to be any other way to do it now.

He Yu puts makeup on Xie Qingcheng, who likes to listen to some music when he's doing these time-consuming things that require meditation, with random tracks floating around on his phone.

The music plays and cuts to a song that is very familiar to He Yu.

He listens for a moment and reacts, oh, it's the soundtrack to the movie "The Tuner".

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

"Xie Qingcheng."

Xie Qingcheng opens her eyes, "Huh?"

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