Talking about the past and secrets

"Xie Qingcheng, why did you just follow me into the fire."

After Xie Xue had been pacified and allowed to sit back on the bench to rest with the other rescuers, He Yu and Xie Qingcheng received a serious critique from the fire brigade. After the critique was over, the two of them stepped aside, and He Yu glanced at Xie Qingcheng, who was lighting up a cigarette -- a cigarette that he had asked the police for. He Yu glanced at Xie Qingcheng, who was lighting a cigarette - a cigarette that he had asked the police for. He felt that he couldn't understand Xie Qingcheng's previous behavior, so he asked.

"The half you went to isn't to the point of being particularly dangerous." Xie Qingcheng took a drag on his cigarette and slowly exhaled it, only this time did he completely relax a bit.

Starbursts flickered between his fingers, and soot rustled down into the snow.

"Tell me about your situation." Xie Qingcheng dusted off his cigarette ash and looked ahead, "Since when."

He asked about blood parasites.

He Yu : "...... Shortly after you left. I stumbled upon a mentally ill person when I went to a private hospital for a review. I used my blood as bait and they would listen to me. --You know about this situation?"

"I know." Xie Qingcheng coughed gently, took another drag on his cigarette, and tried to speak as gently as possible, "Blood Compulsion, a mutated branch of Spirit Ai Bola. ...... You haven't told anyone else about your situation, right?"

He Yu smiled, his eyes a little cloudy, "Only you know."

"......"

"I'll just get you killed if I ever want to kill someone."

Xie Qingcheng gave him a blank look, "Try it."

The police gave the cigarettes are not right Xie Qingcheng's flavor, too tawdry, actually still a popcorn mint, Xie Qingcheng choked several times, some annoyed, the cigarette pressed.

"Don't tell anyone else about this. Don't tell the doctor either."

"I'm not that stupid, Xie Qingcheng." He Yu faded, he is also really a noble gentleman, have gone through so much, he is still the most well-dressed one in the crowd, looks so handsome as a gentleman, next to several rescued people are stealing glances at him.

"Mental Ai Bola is already a lone case disorder, any more of this ability to make psychopaths do whatever I say, and I'm not going to have any peace in the future."

"But Xie Qingcheng, you have to remember--"

He suddenly moved over, his almond eyes indifferently surveying Xie Qingcheng's face, moving slowly, "These eyes of yours are the only eyes that have witnessed all of this."

He was so close that his eyelashes felt like they were going to touch Xie Qingcheng's eyelashes, and the voice was low and slow against Xie Qingcheng's ears, in the midst of the chaos, so that he alone could hear it.

Like a murmur and a threat.

"This mouth of yours is the only mouth that will give away the truth."

His gaze fell to Xie Qingcheng's lips again, as if he would caress the thin, pale lips, traveling back and forth, his gaze was light, but the intimidation hidden within was heavy.

And Xie Qingcheng is now wearing a shirt that the firefighters prepared for the rescued men.

He Yu stood in front of him, staring at his face while lifting his hand to straighten Xie Qingcheng's collar - this way of straightening his clothes appeared to be polite to outsiders, but only Xie Qingcheng and He Yu understood each other's hearts that He Yu used a lot of force when he straightened his clothes. The collar was tightened without moving, still a kind of warning and coercion.

He smiled a particularly gentle, particularly svelte smile when he was done with the whole thing, "So, the secret-"

"You can contain it well, contain it."

"Hold it nice and tight in there and don't let it fall out."

Xie Qingcheng said morosely, "Are you threatening me?"

"How dare I. It's just a reminder." He Yu's hand slid down Xie Qingcheng's collar and sighed, "I just want to live a normal life too."

Xie Qingcheng is too lazy to talk to this psycho.

He Yu, why is this necessary?

If he really would have told He Yu about this medical condition, he would not have warned He Yu not to expose it to anyone else.

But He Yu doesn't think so. He Yu doesn't trust Xie Qingcheng that much.

He only felt that Xie Qingcheng's mouth now seemed to him to be a threat that he would like to gag, and it would be better to stuff something hard into it, just like a hostage in bondage, so that he could not even speak, so that his secret would not leak out.

Xie Qingcheng looked at him, "You said that you just want to live an ordinary life, and why did you risk going into the fire to use the blood compulsion to grab time to save those patients."

"Because wanting and being are never the same." He Yu says, "I wanted to be normal. But I was always a psychopath."

"I went in to save people, first because the fire hadn't spread to that side yet and I knew it was too late. Second, you remember me telling you that people can never understand or commune with each other, right? It's like two very different species. I feel more like those people are my kind than you are. The only thing that makes me different from them is just a better disguise."

He Yu indifferently said, "If even I think that their lives are dispensable, then who else will treat them as living beings as well."

It's like a society, a group, a justice organization, a □□□ alliance. No matter what, there is a need for kindred spirits.

Because absolute solitude can drive a person crazy.

He Yu is such a lonely man, no one can understand his illness, everyone else can only listen to his description and know his pain superficially, the three people who are exactly the same as him are all dead.

All he could do was go to similar crowds and try to find a little bit of a pontoon bridge to connect with the world.

But such a He Yu is at the same time dangerous; he can compel the hearts of those of his own kind, his blood is a commendation for the mentally ill, and his words are an order that those people cannot disobey.

He was able to use it to commit a crime if he wanted to.

--and no wonder he didn't want anyone to know.

It's no wonder he wants to shut up Xie Qingcheng, the only person in the know.

Xie Qingcheng : "Kindred spirits are that important to you. So important that you can even disregard your life."

He Yu said coldly, "Doctor, you wouldn't understand us. You are in the light, and the night is something you cannot see."

"......" Xie Qingcheng sighed and didn't want to continue this topic with him anymore.

"One last question. If you have blood parasites, why didn't you use them before when dealing with Jiang Lanpei?"

"Because it's unstable." He Yu says, "There's also a definite possibility that my blood will make the patient madder, and I can't afford to gamble in that case. Unlike you-"

He paused suddenly as he spoke.

"You're really too, people are in each other's hands and you're still talking to me about Singrela, aren't you afraid that I won't be able to react when you take such a big gamble?"

"I'm betting like this because I think you're pretty smart." Xie Qingcheng said lightly, "And the last time I went to your dorm room to change, wasn't it Singrela that you wanted to talk to me about?"

He Yu was quiet for a while, finally lowered his head and snorted, Xie Qingcheng also raised his hand against his forehead, and it was only at this point that there was finally some relief and easing of the aftermath between the two of them---

Yes, they both remembered that incident and didn't realize it became a code word for calling the police in time to save their lives.

It was when He Yu was about eight or nine years old.

At the time, Xie Qingcheng felt that He Yu needed to go out more often, in addition to the basic medical program. Many doctors believe that the treatment of psychiatric patients mostly relies on medication, but Xie Qingcheng belongs to another school of thought. He believes that the mental state is a reaction to the environment, and that psychiatric patients shouldn't be treated as a separate case and separated from the society, and that medication can't play a decisive role in the fight against mental illness, and that the key to a patient's success lies in rebuilding a bridge between him and the society and his family. The key to a patient's recovery lies in re-establishing the bridge between him and society and his family.

So he spoke to Lv Zhishu about it.

In the midst of her busy schedule of making business calls, Ms. Lu raised her eyes and smiled shyly at Xie Qingcheng, "I don't have time for this, Dr. Xie, you take him."

Xie Qingcheng pressed the fire: "He is your child."

Ms. Lui talked about business out of inertia, and without looking up, "I'll give you a raise."

"......"

Then Lv Zhishu took her cell phone and walked away, talking as if she were first a businesswoman and then a mother. The fat noblewoman smiled and called "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Li" on the phone all the time, and her eyes never fell on Xie Qingcheng even once.

Not to mention He Yu standing behind Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng turned back and looked down, but saw that He Yu did not care about his mother's behavior, as if he was already very used to this kind of parent-child relationship, and was sitting on the sofa peeling a big golden orange for himself without lifting his eyes.

The orange was bigger than his hand, and halfway through peeling it, He Yu didn't hold on to it, and it fell to the floor and rolled to the bottom of the coffee table with a grunt. He jumped off the couch and tried to reach out to pick it up, but a brightly colored peace offering came into his view.

"You're still eating what fell on the ground?" Xie Qingcheng sighed, not knowing why his heart went soft, he handed the peace fruit to He Yu and picked up the dusty orange.

"I'll take you to the amusement park tomorrow."

So the next day Xie Qingcheng took his sister and He Yu to the amusement park. Xie Xue has a good personality, loves to laugh and takes care of her brother, and He Yu seems to be in a much better shape.

But on the way back, it suddenly started to rain heavily.

It was hard to get a car, three people have been drenched enough, and the He family villa in the suburbs, the distance is a little long, Xie Qingcheng will take the two children first to the medical school dormitory.

Xie Qingcheng's university dormitory was also the same as He Yu's school, with four people to a room.

When he came back with the two dropkicks, his roommates were busy working on projects in the lab and the dorm room was empty.

"Brother! The cactus you raised has blossomed!" Xie Xue as soon as he entered the house, familiarly pounced on Xie Qingcheng's desk, brightly smiled and fiddled with the cactus ball clustered with a circle of small goose-yellow flowers in the eggshell potted plant, "Wow ...... so beautiful ah."

She had apparently stopped by her brother's dorm more than once.

Xie Qingcheng brewed a cup of hot ginger tea for each of the two, and shoved it into the hands of the two children without saying a word.

"Finish it while it's hot."

Xie Xue likes spicy food, holding a cup of ginger tea and drinking it, a cup of hot ginger tea quickly reached the bottom, but He Yu can not - the young master can not eat too stimulating things, holding the cup with his head down half a day and not able to drink two mouthfuls.

Xie Qingcheng went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and while He Yu was at a loss as to what to do with this cup of hot and spicy stuff, next to him Xie Xue let out a sigh of satisfaction, "It's so good."

"......" He Yu sidled his face, not moving as he sized her up.

Feeling his sight, Xie Xue also turned her head and gave him a hefty grin, her eyes darting straight to his mug, "If you don't like it ......"

"No, I like it." He Yu said lightly.

"How can that be, look at you drinking so little after all this time!"

He Yu laughed a little, "It's because I like it that I can't afford to drink it."

"...... Oh ......" Xie Xue seemed to be convinced, and nodded somewhat regretfully, about to turn her gaze away.

He Yu didn't hand her the mug he'd long wanted to give away until then, "Here you go."

"Hey? Don't you, don't you like it?"

"I'll let you drink it if you want."

The little fool's eyes widened for a moment and he gratefully accepted the hot ginger tea.

He Yu didn't forget to calmly admonish the fool, "Drink faster, so your brother doesn't find out that I've given up my cup to you. Otherwise he'll lecture you again."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh." Xie Xue, who had been sold but was still counting the money on behalf of others, was so grateful that she gulped down the hot tea in one gulp at a very fast speed, and almost choked, "Cough cough cough ......"

He Yu smiled and patted her back.

"My favorite ginger tea." Xie Xue slowed down, eyes warm, holding the still warm and dense mug, quietly to He Yu said, "When it snowed when I was a kid, we lived in an alley, there was no warmth, and my brother made this for me ......."

Obviously, it was such a difficult and heartbreaking experience, but when she said it, her pupils were sparkling and glowing.

It was as if he was remembering something incredibly interesting from the past.

Xie Qingcheng came back from washing his hands, and he glanced at the two kids sitting side by side on the edge of the bed in his dormitory, "Are you two done drinking?"

The two children looked at each other and exchanged secrets, He Yu calmly, Xie Xue a little flustered and nodded quickly, only as she did so she couldn't help but open her mouth slightly and hiccup a little as she drank too much.

Xie Qingcheng didn't care about them anymore and went back to the closet to look for a change of clothes. The place where the little girl learns sparring is near the medical school, and every time she finishes a class, she is all hot and sweaty, so Xie Qingcheng specially prepared a few dry clothes for her, so that it is convenient for her to come over and change, and this time it also comes in handy.

"Want Bella or Singrela?" said the big brother as he rummaged through the closet, and out of his pale lips came the names of two soft fairy tale princesses.

The little girl was delighted, "To Bella!"

Xie Qingcheng handed her a pale yellow princess dress. Xie Xue let out a cheer and ran to the restroom with the dress in her hand to change.

Xie Xue left, He Yu is still wet standing at the edge of the bed.

Xie Qingcheng continued searching in the closet for a while longer, and finally sighed, came back to his senses, and did something very un-human-

"You wear this one."

He Yu took the clothes, unfolded them and looked at them, calmly, "Dr. Xie, you're mistaken."

"No mistake."

He Yu stiffened for a moment and slowly raised his head, his eyes narrowing slightly as a grimness that he couldn't hide gradually emerged in his demeanor.

"You handed me the dress."

And a blue princess dress from Singrela.

Facing He Yu's suppressed anger, Xie Qingcheng did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but actually laughed a little, just that his frosty and snowy face, even if it was smiling, people could not tell whether it was a cold smile or a real smile.

"You don't get to pick. This is the only one I have that's your size."

He Yu: "I think I can wear your shirt."

Xie Qingcheng hugged his arms and leaned toward the ladder of the high-low bed, looking down at him out of the corner of his eye from top to bottom, "Kid. My shirt is too big on you."

"......"

"Not wearing it? If you don't wear it you'll have to go out naked."

"......"

The incessant sound of rain outside became the background soundtrack to the patter of this conversation back then ......

.

The fire at Cheng Kang's psychiatric clinic is slowly coming under control, with firefighters entering one after another and the police busy doing their investigations. Xie Qingcheng and He Yu looked at each other and saw the reflection of the past in each other's eyes.

He Yu said, "You even told me that I was not at a disadvantage, that there was a candy in the pocket of my princess dress, and suggested that I go through the pockets as a kind of spiritual compensation for me. But I told you that it was poison and I wouldn't eat it. Now that I think about it, you were really lacking at that time."

Xie Qingcheng : "...... don't remember."

Said he was about to leave.

"You're lying." He Yu raised his hand and blocked his way, propped his hand on the tree behind Xie Qingcheng and narrowed his eyes, "Don't remember? Don't you remember when you were caught by Jiang Lanpei, how you reminded me to look through the cell phone in your shirt pocket and told me about the candy in Singrela?"

Xie Qingcheng was not at all vain, his face was cold: "Coincidence."

He Yu is on fire.

He felt that he had taken Xie Qingcheng back to the dormitory and also gave him a T-shirt to wear really cheap, now it seems, even if you call a flash delivery also have to get a wedding dress for him to wear wear, but also have to be the erotic models of the thighs with lace inside the buckle straps of the kind of stockings are given to him to wear, do not wear it to handcuffed him to throw him to the bed on the hard set, otherwise humiliated not to him, because the man is also too shameless!

"Don't remember, do you?"

He looked down and spoke to him.

"Then you have to be more careful in the future, don't get yourself so wet ......" He Yu's eyes slowly slipped over Xie Qingcheng's brows as he whispered, "Otherwise the next time I give you something to wear, it might not be an old t-shirt. won't be an old T-shirt."

Xie Qingcheng faced his threat and reacted by raising his hand and patting He Yu's face, "Don't worry kid, you don't have a chance, I can go out naked even if I get wet."

"What naked?" A policeman came over, and when he saw that it was the two psychopaths who had just broken into the fire, he immediately said, "No more going in naked! How dangerous! No, I mean, you can't go in without being naked ......"

He Yu smiled gently, his eyes warm, "Yes, I was just talking about him. How dangerous, isn't it Brother Xie?"

"What are you talking about him for? Wasn't it you who ran in first and your brother who followed him in?" The little cop glared at them, "Hey, forget it. Have you two had your wounds treated? If you're done, come back to the police station with us, we'll be busy tonight."

Because of the high impact of the case and the large number of people involved, everyone is carefully questioned in turn and transcripts are made.

The police cars took the people concerned back to the police station in groups, because there were just too many people to keep them busy, the office packed a few rest rooms for them, so that those who didn't have a turn could spend the chaotic night in the rest rooms first.

Xie Xue also followed Xie Qingcheng and the others.

Being a girl, she was placed in a room with a female nurse, and He Yu and Xie Qingcheng were placed next to them.

Xie Xue went in to take a nap before, people have slowed down quite a lot, because she was unconscious throughout the whole process, saw the bloody scene not a few scenes, so there is no big excitement, but instead has begun to comfort the terrified nurse sister.

"It's okay, a great deal of trouble is a great deal of trouble, let's rest and a policeman will be called when it's our turn."

"I'll sing for you if you can't sleep... Throw, throw, throw your handkerchief..."

"Ahhhhhhhh don't sing this netherworld song!!!"

Xie Xue Unknown: "I don't know why this song just popped into my head, it feels like someone's been singing it next to me while I was in a coma...I'll change it to another one then...There's a little white boat in the Milky Way in the blue blue sky ......"

Nurse: "???"

Xie Xue looked frustrated, "Brain fainting, sorry sorry sorry, I'd better tell you a joke."

Xie Qingcheng and He Yu were placed in a lounge.

"You two sleep here, the conditions aren't great, so make do. Feel free to call us if you need anything. Someone will call when it's your turn." The little cop hurriedly explained things and left, there were still a bunch of witnesses to arrange.

Xie Qingcheng pushed the door into the house with He Yu. When they saw the layout of the house, they were frozen in their tracks---

This is really a makeshift lounge ......

One room with one fucking sofa bed.

How do you sleep?