Getting out of control

Xie Qingcheng went home with a mixed heart.

On the one hand, he can't bear to hurt He Yu, and on the other hand, he realizes more and more clearly that he can't "help He Yu come out" as he said when he confessed at the beginning.

Gradually he became so powerless that it even seemed as if he was slowly falling in himself.

The highest temperature in the world is actually a person's true feelings, where iron or ice, will eventually melt away in front of the sincere feelings.

This makes Xie Qingcheng feel uncomfortable, even dangerous.

Steel was his armor and weapons, and ice was his heart. He desperately needs them, not the feelings of another. This cannot be changed.

"Brother, you're back."

At the door of the dormitory, He Yu stood there with his backpack on his back, wearing a white hooded sweatshirt that was very much a student's uniform, looking at him in a good-natured way.

"......" Xie Qingcheng looked at him, and opened the door.

He Yu hadn't eaten dinner yet, and when he entered Xie Qingcheng's dormitory, he first familiarly took the mug that Xie Qingcheng threw for himself and gulped down the water, as if he was thirsty. After drinking the water, he put down his school bag as usual, sat down on the thick carpet in front of the coffee table and started to write his homework.

He Yu has been like this since the Zhi Long Entertainment case was solved.

Xie Qingcheng didn't take it too seriously at first, so he let him go, especially when the "blood parasites" thing was known by Duan Wen's organization, although Jiang Liping said Duan Wen doesn't seem to be able to do anything to He Yu, Xie Qingcheng still didn't feel at ease. Although Jiang Liping said that Duan Wen doesn't seem to be able to do anything to He Yu, Xie Qingcheng still doesn't feel at ease, so if He Yu wants to come, he can come, and he also took this opportunity to take the monitoring tape that was sent to He Yu before and changed it, and built in an emergency alarm system.

Later, however, he became a little distracted by He Yu's presence. He opened the fridge and took a can of cold beer out, clicking it open and taking a few sips to quench his thirst as well - he didn't have a high alcohol tolerance, and beer like this was just right.

The cold liquor trickled down his throat, slightly soothing Xie Qingcheng's agitated heart.

He turned to He Yu and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

He Yu, while writing his homework, replied, "I want to eat white asparagus with truffles."

"Where am I going to find you truffles and white asparagus."

"Then have the monkfish stew pot."

"I'll give you present fishing?"

"Then ......" He Yu still wanted to report the name of the dish, took a look at the beer can in Xie Qingcheng's hand that was slightly deformed by the impatient man's pinching, and changed his words, " ...... That's all right, I'm very well fed. Brother, if you are tolerant, it's okay to give me frozen dumplings."

Xie Qingcheng was so busy that he actually cooked a bag of frozen dumplings to feed his children.

"......" He Yu to the plate of dumplings, face grave, some aggrieved, hesitation half a day can not put down the chopsticks, want to order a hotel takeout, but also think that Xie Qingcheng will be unhappy, and finally only reluctantly ate a few mouthfuls, how to eat how to eat. I don't think it tastes right.

"Shea, do you know how to make handmade dumplings?"

Xie Qingcheng looked at him, "No time."

The boy looked even more aggravated.

According to reason, Xie Qingcheng before, not to mention see He Yu aggrieved, he hated He Yu for a period of time, he could not wait to dig a pit to bury this animal with his own hands. But now he glimpsed the expression of loss on He Yu's face, and he was somewhat unable to bear it. But now when he saw the expression of disappointment on He Yu's face, he felt a little bit sorry for him. It was as if the father of a child saw his child's disappointment when he could not buy his favorite toy.

So Godfather's mouth moved faster than his brain, Xie Qingcheng said, "...... Well, next time."

He baffled himself for a moment after saying it and regretted it.

But He Yu's drooping head perked up all of a sudden.

Xie Qingcheng and he said next time!

You know Dr. Hsieh used to tell him that the next one would be the last one!

Once He Yu was happy, frozen dumplings didn't seem like an insurmountable obstacle, and not only did he eat all of them, but he also found a bottle of fruit-flavored yogurt from Xie Qingcheng's refrigerator after the meal that he wouldn't have touched before, and began to drink the milk with gusto.

Xie Qingcheng casually ate a few dumplings to cushion his stomach, and then began to talk to the lab on the phone, talking about terms that He Yu did not understand, but He Yu listened to it very intently, mainly Xie Qingcheng's voice is really too good to hear, low and slow magnetic sinking, a very typical mature male subwoofer, a little bit like the bully in the radio drama of the kind of mature male bully, listen to a long time, the folds of the heart can be slowly ironed out by his magnetic voice, and the folds of the heart can be slowly ironed out by his voice. The folds in his heart can be slowly ironed out by his magnetic voice.

A phone call for almost an hour, talk too much, to the back, Xie Qingcheng some slight cough.

He Yu thought for a moment, went to the refrigerator and found another bottle of yogurt and ran over to hand it to him.

Xie Qingcheng suspected that he was disturbing him and inclined his face away, frowning slightly as he continued to talk about things with the person on the other end of the phone.

He Yu then opened the lid and brought it to his mouth to serve to the family. I didn't realize that I was handing it too quickly, and it rubbed against Xie Qingcheng's lips and side face.

The mouth of that thick yogurt bottle was covered with milk, and when I touched it unexpectedly, the cloudy white stuff splashed onto Xie Qingcheng's handsome and serious face.

Xie Qingcheng finally couldn't take it anymore, got distracted, paused the conversation, and said to He Yu, "Get your stuff out of here, I don't want to drink!"

It was common for college professors to have a bad attitude, but to have such a bad attitude with such a thought-provoking stain splattered on the lips and face was rare. As He Yu watched his heart flutter and listened to his thoughts, he subconsciously licked his lips. He almost wanted to come up and kiss him, then lick a little bit of that milk stain off.

The phone across the collaborators heard Xie Qingcheng this side of the synthesis ah, purification ah and he was talking about fine, suddenly came to the sentence I do not, froze for a moment: "What do not drink? Don't drink what?"

"No." Xie Qingcheng glanced at He Yu and drew two paper towels to wipe his face, "There's a friend at home, I was just talking to him."

Xie Qingcheng would never have considered him a "friend" before. This seemed like something to celebrate.

But that's not what He Yu wants.

What he wants is Xie Qingcheng's whole person, and a whole heart.

In fact, since the dust has settled, He Yu has been recalling the kiss Xie Qingcheng gave him in the fire in the basement, before the line of life and death.

Ruthlessness and knowledge that you love me, yet guilt is no gift, it becomes a healing kiss.

He Yu remembers Xie Qingcheng's eyes at that time.

It was beautiful, like glass in the firelight, just looking at him.

It's like saying, "I'm sorry kiddo, I can't give you any more affection.

He Yu was stopped from bleeding by him, but he was also patched up by him.

He broke his heart, but he also hooked his soul.

He thought that if they died at that time, the first thing he would do when he went to hell would be to fuck Xie Qingcheng, who made him seduce him, and he could not let him go even if he became a flirtatious ghost.

In the middle of his thoughts, Xie Qingcheng coughed again.

He Yu had no choice but to put the yogurt down and asked him in a low, husky voice, "How long until you're done playing?"

"Quite a long time." Xie Qingcheng looked at the watch, "You're really sleepy or go back to your own home, I'll disturb you."

"An hour?"

"Two hours at the very least."

That's the bad thing about liking uncles, they tend to focus on their work and work without caring too much about anything else.

The young boy had no choice, he was so hot and dry that he had to go to the restroom first, stayed in there for almost an hour, took a shower along the way, and when he came out, he saw that Xie Qingcheng was still coughing while talking on the phone, and thought about it, and turned around and went to the kitchen.

There were still some pears and rock sugar in the fridge. He Yu went online to search for a recipe and was about to fire it up when his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Hey, Mom."

The call came from Lv Zhishu, who had been ordered by Duan Wen to treat He Yu with the utmost care: "It's late and you're still up?"

He Yu sidles up to his cell phone and slices a pear, "Yeah."

"In the dorm?"

"...... I'm at someone's house."

"Who?"

He Yu is not so eager to talk to Lv Zhishu.

His mentality is similar to the kind of middle school students who fall in love and don't want to let their parents know.

Probably because he knew very well that Lv Zhishu and He Jiwei would not accept that he had fallen in love with a man thirteen years older than himself, and that man was also Xie Qingcheng.

So instead of answering Lv Zhishu's words, he asked, "Mom, what can I do for you?"

Lv Zhishu : "Oh, is this, about your illness ...... and Huang Zhilong things, mom this period of time left and right, the heart is difficult to think very much, just can not rest assured that you. Just as it happens, mom in Yanzhou side of the project will soon be wrapped up, the next to do is Shanghai side of the business, I intend to go back to Shanghai often live."

"......" He Yu's movement of cutting the pear paused, "You're going to live in Huzhou often?"

"Yeah, I'll be back next month."

He Yu mulled it over for a while, and surprisingly didn't figure out any sense of joy.

Lv Zhishu had been soft on him for a long time, and he was doing his best to ease his relationship with his parents, but the disconnect inside had been there for a long time, and he wasn't able to rely on her the way He Li did.

Still, he asked, "And is there anything you need me to do to prepare?"

Lv Zhishu smiled, "No, I've instructed Guan Jia to do it all. But there is just one thing that I need to discuss with you."

"You say."

"I'm going to hire Dr. Anthony as a permanent family doctor, the room that Dr. Xie had before, see if there's anything you want to pack, let's vacate it for Anthony."

He Yu's slender fingers hold a fruit knife, the tip of which hangs over the flesh of the fruit in an open gesture.

"......" he paused, "the signal was bad just now, I didn't hear you clearly, would you repeat it?"

Lv Zhishu did not hear his tone of voice in the yin and yang, she has always thought that He Yu likes is Xie Xue, Xie Qingcheng but because of Xie Xue's face, to have a place in front of He Yu.

So she repeated without much concern: "I say, Xie Qingcheng's former house, let's vacate it for Dr. Anthony, it's still empty anyway."

He Yu slowly sliced down, the juice of the fruit was sticky, seeped out and soaked his hand.

"Mom, when did I indicate that I needed a permanent family doctor?"

When Lv Zhishu stopped, she finally realized the coldness in He Yu's voice.

"He Yu, isn't mom worried about you? I hope you'll get well soon. Dr. Anthony is an expert in this field and specializes in hypnosis, with him here-"

"I don't think I need to rely on illusions to mesmerize myself." He Yu interrupted Lv Zhishu, "I'm going to use that room, so please don't feel free to go in there. Also, I don't need Anthony living in my house. If you let him in, I will live somewhere else, and I will not go back."

"You ...... what kind of angry words are you saying ......"

"It's not an angry remark." He Yu said, "It's just the truth."

"He Yu--"

"I have things to do here, so if you don't have anything else to say, I'll hang up now."

He couldn't say anything good or bad about Anthony.

But that room, which he had always reserved for Xie Qingcheng, the door engraved with endless summer, he did not allow anyone to walk in except Xie Qingcheng and himself.

Stewed pears with rock sugar simmered low and slow for an hour.

He Yu put it carefully into a porcelain marigold and brought it to Xie Qingcheng's computer table.

Xie Qingcheng, still wearing his glasses, checks the content while wearing a headset to communicate with his collaborators on the other end of the phone.

"Great Professor." He Yu asked him, "It's been two hours, how much longer do you really have?"

Xie Qingcheng was so engrossed that he didn't notice he was still there and was stunned for a moment, "You didn't leave?"

He Yu shook his head.

Xie Qingcheng assumed that he was sleeping in his room and asked again, "Did I disturb you?"

He Yu shook his head again.

"Just give me a minute, there's still half an hour."

He Yu gave him a good laugh.

The man is so tight all the time.

"Never mind, it's fine, take your time."

But Xie Qingcheng thought he was really being kept awake here, and jammed the call to an end.

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned back, just about to say something to He Yu, when his eyes went black, and it turned out to be He Yu who had already approached and stood beside his chair.

Immediately after, Xie Qingcheng's hand was stuffed with a warm porcelain stew pot, very warm, like a love desire that had been chopped up and simmered down to the heart.

Xie Qingcheng baffled for a moment and opened the lid to take a look.

"Where did you get the ice-cream pear?"

He Yu looked at him with a smile and didn't say anything.

Xie Qingcheng Take a closer look, the pears have been dug out of the bitter core, even the hard to chew skin has been carefully removed, the crushed Sichuan shellfish is hidden in the heart of the pears, the pears are immersed in the sugar water, the sugar water seems to flow out of the heart of that teenager. Sweetness and heat have nowhere to hide.

Xie Qingcheng looked back, "You ......"

"I'm smart, right?" He Yu raised his eyebrows and suddenly raised his hand to cup Xie Qingcheng's face, "I learned it as soon as I could, it's just too easy. You eat it while it's still warm."

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

He suddenly felt the porcelain cup in his hand was a little hot.

It was so hot he could barely hold it.

He hadn ...... t had such a delicate snow pear soup for twenty years.

It was too cumbersome and unpalatable, with a mix of sweet and bitter in the mouth and astringent on the tongue, and although it was a good medicine, there were, after all, plenty of spit-and-paste substitutes for the syrup. So since his parents left, no one has ever given him such a careful stew of time-consuming and laborious ice-sugar pear soup.

Xie Qingcheng suddenly sighed, "He Yu ......"

"Hmm?"

"You said how nice it would be if you were a woman. Then before ......" he said halfway, he knew that he had lost his words, and he could not go on with this kind of scummy speech. So he stopped, lowered his head and took a sip of pear soup.

He Yu froze for a moment, he vaguely felt that Xie Qingcheng's words just now were worth pondering over, but he also wanted to see Xie Qingcheng's reaction to the soup he had made, and since he couldn't use his mind for two purposes, he was a bit unable to turn the corner.

A few seconds later--

"Cough cough cough!!!"

A shocking cough made He Yu startled and forgot to think carefully about what Xie Qingcheng meant, he jumped up and fumbled, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Xie Qingcheng face Tie Qing, pushed the porcelain cup to the side, and could not help but cover his mouth, looking like he wanted to vomit.

He Yu, seeing that the situation was not right, picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip himself--

"Pfft!!!"

Spoon drop.

"Oh my god! Why is it so salty!!!"

It turns out that Mr. He, who is not familiar with Xie Qingcheng's kitchen, mistook sea salt for sugar and stewed it in the avocado.

The pot is kind of completely inedible.

He Yu followed Xie Qingcheng with a blush of green and red, a little guilty, a little complaining, and a little embarrassed.

"That ...... who, who knows you still have sea salt here well ......"

Xie Qingcheng washed the pot without a word and turned back.

He Yu takes a step back.

Xie Qingcheng looked at him for a while and suddenly asked, "Did you have enough for dinner?"

"Ah ...... huh?"

"Didn't get enough to make you some handmade dumplings, there's flour and meat, make a few soon, I'll be busy, as long as you're still not sleepy."

He Yu froze for a while and reacted.

He understood that Xie Qingcheng this person again does not want to owe people feelings, he gave him pear stew, he hurriedly wanted to pay off this debt of love, give him dumplings. He Yu heart mixed feelings, hold back for a while, but still can not hold back, finally went forward two steps, reached out and embraced his strong thin waist.

"I don't want dumplings."

"So what's it going to be?"

"I want you to ...... want you to hug me again."

Before Xie Qingcheng could move, He Yu stopped him.

"Don't push me away."

"......"

The boy was a little roguish, a little brash, but unconsciously, a little pathetic.

"Xie Qingcheng."

He said.

"I'll just hold you for a minute."

"......"

"Just one minute, okay?"

Xie Qingcheng's hand stopped on He Yu's shoulder, but in the end, he did not exert any more force.

He felt that his tolerance towards He Yu had reached a point where it was becoming increasingly inappropriate. In his law of raising pups, such behavior was, in fact, already considered coddling.

He didn't know if he could control it anymore.

Out of control was something that shouldn't be in his life, and he stood in the kitchen, the silhouette of He Yu embracing him reflected in the window. Xie Qingcheng leaned back against the cupboards, his mind in a state of turmoil that had not existed in the past.

The minute is up and he's trying to push He Yu away.

But He Yu put his head on the nest of his neck and softly said, "Brother ...... what to do, I can t get away from you more and more."

"......"

"If one day you're not with me anymore, I don't know what I'll become ...... As long as I can be with you, it doesn't matter if I eat frozen dumplings, it doesn't matter what I eat or live in."

"It doesn't matter what happens as long as I can be with you ......"

Xie Qingcheng hear him say so, see him hugging his own pampering, and so earnestly expressed his heart, heart even more chaotic, this mess as if around his throat, entangled all the words he wanted to say.

.

After that day, He Yu went to Xie Qingcheng's dormitory more often.

Before, it was only after classes that I would go to the medical school, but now I even have to run to the university next door during my lunch break.

Xie Qingcheng ate in the cafeteria, and he ate in the cafeteria, and slowly, he became less picky about what he ate. And like normal college students, he discovered the joy of eating junk food.

For example, the fried chicken store in front of the school, in the past, the young master would never go in, he would at most eat K-Kee and M-Kee.

Now, the young master not only eats roadside fried chicken by himself, but sometimes drags Xie Qingcheng along.

Xie Qingcheng After all, his age is there and he doesn't have much of a taste for fried food.

After being forced by He Yu to eat two salt-crisp chicken sets, he simply went back to the dormitory to cook by himself at noon. Naturally, He Yu was happy to go back to the dormitory to dabble, and when Xie Qingcheng realized that something wasn't quite right, he took a look and found that a whole set of cartoon bowls had already been added to the cupboard, and there were even two cups on the table that were specially designed for He Yu, one for drinking water, and the other for drinking coffee.

"........."

He sighed and picked up the mug made to look like a fox, frowning at it for a moment before putting it back in its original position.

He could sense that He Yu's love for him was becoming more and more passionate, but He Yu's heart was also becoming more and more fragile as it shed its armor in front of him.

He used to be able to scold him as much as he wanted, and anyway, He Yu had a thick face and could pretend that he didn't hear anything.

Now that this heart was flayed before him in pieces of armor and at his disposal, he was more or less at a loss.

Several times he wanted to solemnly advise He Yu to stay away from him, but when the words came to his lips and met the teenager's sincere eyes, he was suddenly speechless.

Xie Qingcheng that has always been calm, calm to almost cold heart, but finally because of He Yu, and born more and more "can not bear it" to.

Xie Qingcheng realized that this matter is finally out of control.

--

When he couldn't get He Yu to give up loving himself, but was more and more unable to reject all of He Yu's pleas and glances, then it couldn't have been clearer what he had to do.

Another weekend.

He Yu dines at Xie Qingcheng's house.

While Xie Qingcheng was washing the dishes, he suddenly came over and asked, "Xie Qingcheng, do you have time tomorrow?"

"What?"

"I just happen to have two tickets to the musical at the Mangum, and no one to go with me, so see if you're interested ......"

Xie Qingcheng did not answer immediately.

He had made up his mind over the past few days to have a good talk with He Yu, something couldn't go on like this, even if the process of saying it would be brutal, but like checking for cancer, the sooner it happened, the better it could be contained.

Xie Qingcheng therefore looked back at He Yu for a while after finishing organizing all the kitchen cleaning utensils.

The teenager's eyes were infatuated, and as he looked at them, he thought that they were really rare eyes.

Unfortunately it's time to get sober after all.

Xie Qingcheng finally asked him, "What time tomorrow?"

"Seven-thirty in the evening." He Yu perked up visibly, "If you go, we can have dinner before--"

"Tomorrow night, other professors and I have to go to an external lecture." Meeting the sudden disappointment in He Yu's eyes, Xie Qingcheng added, "But I should be able to make it there by 7:30. It's at the Huzhou Grand Theater, right?"

"Yes." He Yu nodded quickly.

"...... Good. I'll be there."

Go with him one more time.

Then have a frank talk with him and end He Yu's growing dependence on him.

Xie Qingcheng knew that He Yu and him could not have any results, age, sexual orientation, gender, and physical condition ...... There are too many barriers in between, and one going towards the other will only hurt.

Being overly obsessed and loving it at all costs is a disease.

Surgery hurts.

But there's still a need to go to the doctor.

Xie Qingcheng agrees to He Yu's invitation and is ready to end the relationship, which has gotten a little out of hand.

However, the next afternoon, the unexpected happened.