I am the new Mr. He

A night of reckless intertwining, because the two people in the heart of the pressure of some things, because each can sense each other in the body of the gray mood, so almost revenge fate, mocking the number of days in the embrace. Almost until dawn, all this is like water waves still, slowly stop.

Xie Qingcheng's body is not very good now, but there seems to be a sense of foreboding, a feeling that it is time to have this kind of indulgence, to break free from the shackles of the world, destiny, and the heart, and to demonstrate to some invisible force in the thunder and drums that sound like heavenly punishments, even if it hurts so much that you have to have this kind of crazy entanglement for a time.

He Yu was born untamed by society.

Unlike Xie Qingcheng, who seems to have grown up with a moral framework, Xie Qingcheng is actually more rebellious than anyone else. His outbursts are silent, yet destructive and reckless, as if he regards the future as dust.

But the future is coming eventually.

At dawn, Xie Qingcheng was awakened from his light sleep by the slightest movement, and when he opened his eyes, He Yu was lying beside him, not knowing when he had awakened, or perhaps the young man had not slept at all.

He Yu hugged him, holding each other under the thin air-conditioned blanket, his deep black almond eyes just looking at him quietly.

It was still drizzling outside, the morning and evening were intertwined, and day had not yet fully arrived.

Xie Qingcheng and He Yu looked at each other for a while, Xie Qingcheng's voice was very low: "When are you leaving?"

"Dawn."

Xie Qingcheng answered, wanting to say something, but it seemed like he didn't want to say anything at all.

For such a long time, there had never been an atmosphere like this one after they were done, calm, serene, and no one could bear to break it. As a matter of fact, Xie Qingcheng had never favored He Yu this much, and when He Yu adjusted himself to hold him tighter, he slightly frowned, feeling the pain, but didn't reprimand him for his rudeness.

He Yu hugged him, his heart beating through his sweaty chest and into his heart.

He held him like that for a long time, as if they were both eighty years old and their lives were coming to a full dramatic end and they didn't have to think about anything.

"Xie Qingcheng," he said softly at last, "I want to ask you something."

"What?"

"Have you ever liked me? Even for a day?"

"......"

"An hour?"

"......"

He Yu stroked his hair, and after a few quiet moments, asked again, as if reluctantly and self-deprecatingly, "...... What about that, for a second?"

Xie Qingcheng closes his eyes, "......"

He was covered in kisses left by He Yu, and between his flesh and blood was evidence of what males shouldn't be, of sins against heaven, and his heart was as soft as his body, yet as hard as his bones.

After a long silence, he heard He Yu laugh softly at his temples, "I'm sorry, I was the one who wanted too much."

"......"

"I know, this you can't give me."

He Yu paused for a moment, reached for the cell phone on his pillow, and turned on the modified Walkman projector, casting an eerie blue light on the ceiling, the glow a streaming underwater shadow of the jellyfish he'd made himself as they swam.

He let go of Xie Qingcheng, looked into Xie Qingcheng's eyes, and said, "What you gave me was good enough too. I know that's all you have left. Xie Qingcheng, I know you are still good to me in your heart, I don't blame you."

In the room as silent as the deep sea, he once again kissed Xie Qingcheng's lips, kisses from shallow and deep, love also gradually turned thick, he again embraced him, covered by the quilt moved again.

Xie Qingcheng is a person who is very capable of holding back his emotions, but for some reason his eyes moistened and his breathing sank slightly.

He wants to--

If it's the last thing I can give.

If that's the last thing you can leave behind.

Even if it's unethical, you want to remember it clearly all the time.

When I woke up again, He Yu had already left.

The sky is completely bright, the rain has stopped, the man looks like a lonely dragon that came back through the rain, after the rain is over, the dense ambiguous mist will drift away and disappear.

Xie Qingcheng lying on the messy bed, looking at the ceiling, his heart is very messy - he knows He Yu is decided to take up the family business, the former like reckless head-breaking favorite, the future may no longer.

It was an ending he had never begged for.

Now he finally got what he wanted.

The weight on the body disappeared, the heart should become very easy, Xie Qingcheng got up, the sunshine through the window, shining on his pale skin, the window is not closed, the wind blew in, along with He Yu together with the departure, as if he was the last little bit of warmth.

It's all gone now.

He was weary, and lay down on his bed, and did not rise for a long time.

At 10 a.m., he received a real-time tweet from City News Public, starting with a black-and-white photo headline-grabbing obituary about the death of He Jiwei, one of the nation's top 100 entrepreneurs.

Then there was the online press interview, the time, place and invited media were all arranged by the He family in advance.

Xie Qingcheng looked at the boy who had obstinately embraced himself like a small beast a few hours ago, and now had changed into the black formal dress of the interview, calmly and appropriately responding to the media's questions, while Lv Zhishu, whose eyes were red and swollen, stood behind him, and in the far corner of the picture was He Li, whose face looked worried.

On the screen, He Yu's name is typed under the words He's family group heir.

It's really very strange.

It's just a teenager who will embrace him and say, "Xie Qingcheng, will you hug me?".

And the camera of the young Mr. He elegant, gentleman, face clear, talk properly, the end of the almond eyes with a slight red, that is just the right amount of sadness, is the media to shoot things, but also the audience will review the details, but also the He family so-called father's filial piety of the facade.

He Yu didn't learn it on purpose, but he's always been smart and he's done well.

"Next I will get the project at hand off the ground with the help of my mother."

Media: "But at the moment there are a lot of projects that the He family hasn't completed that are overseas Oh, does that mean that Mr. He you will be going abroad a lot next ......"

He Yu sat sedately at his solid wood desk, his slender hands folded, "Yes."

"Your studies are not yet complete, so what are you planning to do next to balance your studies with the family business?"

"I am ready to apply for a temporary year's leave of absence because I am indeed still very young and inexperienced in many things, and I need to focus all my energies on taking care of the affairs of the business, and the seniors who have worked with my father for many years, as well as my mother, and my brother, all of whom will be of the greatest help to me. Then I don't want to fail them either. Once the business is back under smooth running, I will return to campus and finish my studies."

Media: "Let me ask an off-topic question from my side, Mr. He, the major you enrolled in college was choreography, not the field of medicine related to the family business, so was such a choice entirely out of interest? Or was it the expectation of your parents?"

He Yu didn't answer right away this time; he lowered his eyelashes, his thumbs playing with each other, and after a few moments of quiet contemplation, his eyes redirected toward the camera as if they were piercing straight out and landing on someone off-screen.

"When I was very young, someone once told me that one should never give in to suffering when faced with even the greatest difficulties. More important than medicine is the strength of one's own heart. I had always thought that my initial intention of applying for HU's Choreography and Direction was because of something else, but then I gradually realized that it was actually because I had always remembered his words in my heart."

"The power of the heart will, at some point, be much more effective than the power of drugs, and if I learn something in this area of specialization, I may be able to take what has inspired my heart and present it in a work of art. As long as someone can read it, and as long as someone in a difficult situation can be encouraged and helped by it, even if it's rare, I still think it's a worthwhile endeavor."

I have to say, He Yu's temperament is very suitable for such a gentle and elegant conversation in front of the camera, although he is very young and crazy as hell in private, but in the open, his demeanor is far superior to Lv Zhishu and He Li, if today's speech were to be replaced by the other two, it is unlikely that it would have such an effect.

Reporter: "Then can Mr. He say who that person is? Is it your father, or ......"

He Yu said gently and undeniably, "It's my secret."

In front of the TV set in Wei's house, on Auntie Lai's cell phone, on Zheng Jingfeng's computer at the police station, in front of Duan Wen's externally linked screen in Australia ...... And, inside the hut on Strange Rain Lane.

He Yu's voice was heard.

"And a secret I will keep for him."

On an Australian island.

Duan Wen braced his legs and looked at the screen erected in the study, "How many pills did he take to maintain such composure?"

Holographic projection of He Yu's new personal physician, Anthony: "Can I say lethal dose?"

"......" Duan Wen said, "Surely he won't die."

"He won't die if he's already made it through. Poor him when he was most broken down, that secret gentleman of his had been investigating the case because he had discovered Wei Rong s secret, and did not know how hard it was for He Yu that month ...... while He Yu was running to him as soon as he got well." Anthony let out a sigh, "It's really crazy, who can stand Xie Qingcheng, not to mention like him, living with him is enough to torture people to death. Only a crazy person would be willing to go through it."

"You don't have to say that." Duan Wen said lightly, "There are some things that you don't understand."

When Mr. Duan opened his mouth like this, Anthony couldn't refute anything, but his face didn't look too good in the image that was fed back from the holographic projection.

After a while, Anthony said quietly, "Only now, he's giving up on him, isn't he. His father died, and he's the only one who can bear the burden of the whole family, luckily he's still in his right mind, he didn't want nothing but to stand by Xie Qingcheng."

Duan Wen scrutinized the screen for a moment, and after a long time, said dryly, "I hope so."

Half an hour later, the interview was over.

Xie Qingcheng's cell phone is still on that video public page, not exiting.

He raised his hand, his elbow covering his forehead--

Xie Xue, Chen Man ...... He Yu.

The three people he had been so worried about had all met his wishes, and had settled down to a brand new future in the process.

Heaven may have heard his heart's desire at last for once, and relieved him.

The broken bear doll slowly closes its eyes -

He knew he could go forward without any more worries, to do his last bit of work, to finish repaying Qin Ciyan's kindness, and then if he could ......

He wants to find the man who killed his parents.