Chapter 151: The night of my 20th birthday

He dragged Xie Qingcheng, without saying a word, towards the open parking lot at the back of the theater.

He Yu is in a state of half-madness, half-awake, his consciousness is not so clear, but all his feelings are still there.

Perhaps subconsciously, he wanted to make sure that Xie Qingcheng was real.

Maybe he still thinks it's a fantasy, and there's no harm in letting loose.

He dragged Xie Qingcheng to the parking lot in a muffled voice. Xie Qingcheng reacted halfway there and tried to break free, but his physical strength was weakening, and he had been drinking, and his left arm had not been able to exert much strength since the Yi Jia Village case.

Though he was able to tangle with He Yu for a while, he was no longer a match for him.

The door of the Grand Cullinan was opened, and He Yu raised himself high, thrusting the man violently into the last row.

"He Yu, you ......!"

Still silent, He Yu got into the car without closing the door behind him.

Before he could Xie Qingcheng up, he pressed down, his arm propped up on the side of the man's slightly pale face.

He just looked at Xie Qingcheng in a daze, and after a while, he silently shed a string of tears.

With silent tears, he raised his hand and touched Xie Qingcheng's face little by little.

From the strong brow, to the bridge of the nose, to the lips, to the strong line of the jaw ......

Logically, Xie Qingcheng should have broken away from him.

But under the car's ambient lighting, Xie Qingcheng can see the look in He Yu's eyes at this moment.

Those were too sad a pair of eyes.

He Yu's hand trembled gently as he touched Xie Qingcheng's eyes and features, as if a person who had lost the light and was trapped in the darkness was checking to make sure that there was still someone by his side.

It was also as if he wanted to rely on this touch to know whether the one accompanying him was illusory, or a real Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng I don't know if it's because I drank too much wine, but my heart trembled violently under such a gaze.

He once suspected that what he saw in He Yu's eyes, that deep dependence as if he would die if he left him, was false, an illusion of his own self-involvement.

But then he learned that it was all true.

He Yu is really so in love with him, irreplaceable love him ...... But he can not be with him ah, no matter what considerations, they can not be together.

Even he had, originally, wanted to make this clear with He Yu after watching the弄臣 today.

It's a moment of not being able to say anything.

He Yu's tears fell onto Xie Qingcheng's eyelids and trickled down the curve of his cheeks before being wiped away by the owner of the tears herself.

"Xie Qingcheng ......"

The only ray of hope in the eyes of this teenager, who is in deep despair, is the Xie Qingcheng reflected in his eyes at the moment.

If Xie Qingcheng pushes him away.

His light is about to go out completely.

"Xie Qingcheng ......" He Yu looked into his eyes and sought his hand.

He held him.

The boy's trembling hand clasped the man's slightly cooler one.

The rings on He Yu's wrists, still orange, weren't in any kind of stable state, and even still flashed a little red every now and then as his mind rose and fell. The glow was like handcuffs, as if they were trying to tighten both of their hands together.

Thorough and entangled.

He Yu said, "Xie Qingcheng, I'm twenty years old."

"Whether you're real or not, you stay with me, okay ......"

After he said this, he lowered his head and kissed Xie Qingcheng's lips.

The teenager's kissing skill is not too high, but the precious in the hot, and he kissed can feel his whole heart burning with love, so stubborn and so crazy burning, as if until the end of life will not be extinguished, but also as if his life is because of this fire of love and rekindled.

Xie Qingcheng was pinned underneath him, the boy's fingers not in his dark hair, wrapping around him and not letting him go.

Xie Qingcheng was gradually kissed by him lack of oxygen, the two hands were originally entangled, at this time Xie Qingcheng's hands began to lose strength, his wrist with the English inscription fell down, fell on the leather seat cushion.

"Xie Qingcheng, Dr. Xie ...... you don't leave me."

Between the gasps of the kiss, He Yu looked at him and murmured in a nightmarish way.

Like madness.

"Don't Leave Me ......"

He was brutal, but like a glaze that had been fractured.

Xie Qingcheng clearly saw the chafing of his soul, and he then suddenly thought--He Yu had pulled him to his side on New Year's Eve, when he was in the greatest pain.

Was he going to push him to the brink of extinction on his twentieth birthday?

Xie Qingcheng's heart fluttered.

He Yu murmured softly with one voice right in his ear, seemingly begging for help, "Xie Qingcheng ...... you hug me again, okay?"

"I've really endured this for a long time ...... I'm dying from the pain, Xie Qingcheng, you save me ...... you save me ...... "

Today is his birthday - Xie Qingcheng thought - today is He Yu's twentieth birthday.

Even if he had an iron heart, he would not be able to say anything desperate to He Yu at this time.

Xie Qingcheng's eyes finally slowly softened under such repeated entanglements - he knew that they couldn't be together, and that everything the teenager wanted, he ultimately couldn't give. Soon, he was still going to take up the blade himself and cut through the thousand strands of mess between them.

But--

"I like you."

"It hurts to love you, Xie Qingcheng, it hurts to love you so much that I can't get ...... I know I have to let go, yet I'm still ...... still loving you day by day... ..."

What echoed in his ears was the hottest confession He Yu had ever given him.

A confession he was not destined to respond to.

Xie Qingcheng knew that he had to leave sometime.

In that case ...... it's ...... the last time.

Let him spend his twentieth birthday with him once before he uttered those resolute words; for twenty years the boy had lived so alone that he had never had even a full birthday.

He doesn't have any money, he can't give He Yu any material things, what he can give, and what He Yu wants, is only his own body.

I'm sorry, He Yu.

What I have is too little.

There's just so little that can be given to you, too.

So the last thing I can send you ...... is just a little something like this, just think of it as paying off the illusion of your sixteen year old year and making up for the reality of your twenty year old year. And after this ......

Xie Qingcheng did not think any further, when he thought about it, his chest actually throbbed, he looked at him, and after He Yu once again lowered his head and kissed him, Xie Qingcheng finally did not turn his head sideways to avoid it.

The rain outside was getting heavier as the two kissed in the car.

"Xie Qingcheng ...... " He Yu choked, "Xie Qingcheng ...... "

Xie Qingcheng was recited by him with one voice, a voice so helpless, so devout, so desperate ......

That voice drilled into Xie Qingcheng's slightly drunken brain, and slowly, it became a compulsion that was even more mind-numbing than alcohol. Xie Qingcheng listened to him call out to himself, feeling his tears fall on his face, his heart slowly developed an unprecedented sadness and pity - was he really drunk?

He's really drunk, isn't he ......

"Xie Qingcheng ......"

After He Yu called out his name again with a sobbing voice, Xie Qingcheng raised his hand and wrapped it around the back of He Yu's neck, bringing him down. He indulged himself, and as he took the initiative to kiss the heartbroken and confused teenager, Xie Qingcheng said in a low, husky voice, "Alright, alright, good boy, don't cry."

He Yu's response was to be stunned for a long time, and then with tears falling, he kissed him hard, using so much force that the taste of blood soon seeped out of their mouths.

He Yu said, "You must be fake ...... it's my hallucination ...... Xie Qingcheng never spoke to me like this ...... he never ...... he never has ......"

Speaking later, the sad look actually took on a bit of begging madness.

Xie Qingcheng was a little scared at the madness, but he had also made up his mind that he didn't care about anything or anything else tonight, and this was the only response he could give to He Yu.

Final Response.

So in He Yu murmured in a low voice: "It is fine if it is fake ...... you stay with me, okay ...... do it with me ...... ", Xie Qingcheng still did not hide away.

The hot kiss pressed down once more.

In a blur, Xie Qingcheng felt that she was really crazy to do this kind of thing with He Yu in an open parking lot.

Even though it was late and they were parked so far out of the way that there were no cars around, there was no guarantee that no one else would be passing by.

He Yu did not even close the car door tightly, began to take off his clothes. The boy had been enduring for a long time, his heart was very anxious, and he was also sick, some of his dreams and waking up were not distinguishable, and his movements were less restrained and more rough.

"Wait, you close the door first ......"

(......1w words)

He Yu had long since come to his senses after the intense rain and clouds.

He had fully realized that the person he had tangled with in the garage until midnight was not nothingness, but was indeed Xie Qingcheng.

It was Xie Qingcheng who comforted him.

It was Xie Qingcheng who accompanied him.

It was Xie Qingcheng who did not choose to leave in the end, but used blood and flesh, desire and heat, to quell the chronic disease in his heart and stop his pain.

He Yu s hand was trembling, and in his extreme infatuation and fondness, he kept gently touching Xie Qingcheng s eyebrows with his fingertips ...... It was different from the Xie Xue of the year he was sixteen.

Xie Qingcheng, it's true.

It was also just as the two were slowly slowing down from the aftermath of their passion that the bell on the top floor of the Grand Theater was rung.

THUD--

THUD--

THUD--

......

Countless past events ran and stepped in this magnificent sound of the bells, covering the bells in the once empty big villa like snow.

The teenager looked at him, at this truth and warmth that he had waited twenty years for, finally, tears fell once again, dripping onto Xie Qingcheng's face.

Xie Qingcheng was originally engaged by the young man to fire, want to slap him, but He Yu actually fucked the end of the real his face crying, he reached out not to hit the crying face, actually really did not go down the hand.

Instead, he was speechless.

"What are you ...... you doing here again?"

He Yu held him.

The evil dragon felt as if something was going to roam inside.

He held him for a moment, then pressed himself against Xie Qingcheng, the heat of sweat lingering between their bodies, He Yu and Xie Qingcheng's eyes locked, He Yu gazing into Xie Qingcheng's eyes.

"Shea."

The teenager said.

"You know what? This is the first time in twenty years that someone has spent my birthday with me."

"Thank you."

"I love you."

"......"

Because the boy's feelings are too deep and too heavy, just after the passion, the thoughts are still a little slow Xie Qingcheng a moment do not know what to return to him.

It seems like it's not right to scold him for shoulding him.

Xie Qingcheng weak and powerless leaning against the chair, the leather seat has been made wet and sticky, a scene of desolation. He both did not know what to say and was tired, so he simply did not say anything, and his gaze was also a little lax, by the teenager kissed his lips, the tip of his nose, his earrings ...... to his neck.

"Brother ...... you're so wet ......"

Xie Qingcheng powerlessly, "Roll ......"

He Yu : "Let me take you back to my house, it's close to my house and I can give you a bath, I'll help you clean up ......"

Xie Qingcheng picked up a nearby mineral water bottle and smashed it on He Yu's head to stop his rambling.

"Fuck off you."

Xie Qingcheng's decisive "get lost" is not the same as the lazy "get lost", He Yu has been scolded by Xie Qingcheng so many times that he has long since figured out what kind of emotions are in his voice.

It's a lazy nagging roll.

There was some lethargy in his magnetic voice.

He Yu smiled, the monitoring ring on his wrist had somehow appropriately reverted to the aqua blue color that symbolized tranquility. He pulled his shirt over Xie Qingcheng and lowered his head to kiss him again.

Xie Qingcheng was so annoyed that he dragged it down.

He Yu covered him again.

"Brother, don't catch a cold." He rubbed the tip of his nose and coaxed in a whisper, "I'll get the car."