Chapter 217: Acting is hard

He Yu came back after more than two hours.

As soon as he entered the room, he removed his half-finger gloves and ripped the collar of Mandela's uniform loose. Just by looking at his weary, bored expression, I could tell he'd had a not-so-pleasant encounter with Duan Wen.

He glanced at Xie Qingcheng and saw that Xie Qingcheng looked the same as before, and for some reason his gaze was slightly dimmed.

Xie Qingcheng had a strange feeling, as if He Yu was expecting something to happen to him.

But the feeling flickered, and before Xie Qingcheng had time to think deeply about it, He Yu had stepped forward and loosened the restraints on him.

"I brought you medicine." He dragged Xie Qingcheng to the restroom, slamming the door behind him.

Xie Qingcheng just wanted to speak, He Yu took the opportunity of undressing him to get close to the side of his ear and said with a deep voice, "Be careful. There's surveillance here too."

"......"

Duan Wen is so sick.

Since there was surveillance, the show had to go on, and after the necessary struggle, He Yu suppressed Xie Qingcheng and injected him with an injection he had brought back from the outside.

Xie Qingcheng clenched his back teeth, "What the ......!"

"There's no name, it's just an ordinary anesthetic." The tip of the needle pierced Xie Qingcheng's veins, and the cold liquid was roughly injected into Xie Qingcheng's body by He Yu.

He Yu's voice was loud enough to be heard over the monitors, "You won't have much strength to fight back after the fight, just enough to walk and sit from time to time. I don't want to be assassinated in my sleep, simple as that."

After the solvent was pushed in, He Yu pulled the needle out of Xie Qingcheng's veins, and the drug reaction came on so fast that Xie Qingcheng lay on the cold fluid table, gasping for breath.

In front of him was a gold-rimmed mirror, from which he could see himself lying on his back with his uniform in disarray, while He Yu stood behind him, dressed in an oppressive black military uniform and standing with his eyes downcast. He Yu waited for Xie Qingcheng's strength to be almost melted away before he completely tore off the man's bloodstained shirt and casually discarded it on the ground.

"Don't move." Even though Xie Qingcheng's struggles at the moment were insignificant in front of him, He Yu still held him down undeniably, his gaze moving inch by inch over Xie Qingcheng's bruised back.

It was a wound from a previous hit against a mechanical dog, and the wound hadn't completely congealed, and blood was still trickling out a little bit.

He Yu's eyes were dark.

Xie Qingcheng in order to go to the island to inject the 2nd serum and rn-13 thing, the commander in chief and he told him, but know is one thing, personally see Xie Qingcheng do not want to kill the serum to the body to fight, and to see such a serious injury on his body, that is another thing.

It was hard in his heart that the anesthetic that was pumped into Xie Qingcheng's body had a healing and restorative function. Unfortunately, it couldn't say much about it either.

He Yu silently took disinfectant gauze, iodine, and tweezers from the drawer of the kitchen table, and tautly cleaned Xie Qingcheng's back. His hand rubbed over Xie Qingcheng's slightly arched back, his movements were not gentle, but he did it very carefully.

Xie Qingcheng endured the pain of the iodine seeping into his injury, his forehead seeping with fine sweat, and muffled his teeth, "Mr. He has really wasted his heart."

"I captured you to serve me, what's the use of keeping you if you get sick and burn out."

After He Yu briefly finished speaking, he treated Xie Qingcheng's injuries and casually threw the spent medical equipment into the trash can. Then he lowered his body and caged Xie Qingcheng underneath his own, caressing him and deliberately making intimate gestures for the people behind the pinhole camera to see.

But taking this opportunity, he had whispered a message into Xie Qingcheng's ears, "Don't worry, Team Zheng is fine."

This contact couldn't last too long, and after He Yu said that, he grabbed Xie Qingcheng's hair and kissed his earlobe profanely, while forcing Xie Qingcheng to get up in front of the mirror, as if flirting with him, "Does Officer Xie need to go to the restroom?"

He said that his eyes also swung twice towards Xie Qingcheng's silver belt buckle in a very underhanded manner.

Xie Qingcheng : "...... Get out!"

He Yu smiled, he wasn't going to be mad at the beast that had its sharp claws cut off, "I just injected you with medicine, and I don't know if the dose has been overdone, it's better for me to help you, just in case you don't have the strength."

Xie Qingcheng's response was a harder bite than earlier, "Get out."

"...... Officer Xie this character is still hot." He Yu smiled slightly, "You really treat my place as your own? Not polite at all."

Xie Qingcheng again: "Go."

But seeing that the coldness in Xie Qingcheng's eyes was not a disguise, He Yu finally went out, only to lower his eyelashes before closing the door, and flicked his eyes to the other man's zipper, intentionally or unintentionally.

Xie Qingcheng was injected with drugs again, the strength to close the door was always there, and he closed the door with a bang.

"You can tell me if you really can't hold out." He Yu said languidly from outside the door, "I'd be more than willing to come in and give you a hand for old time's sake--"

Before the words were spoken, a sound came from the door, and it was Xie Qingcheng who slammed something inside the restroom directly onto the door panel, stopping He Yu's voice.

He Yu was still not able to stay in the room for too long this time, he came back temporarily just to finish injecting Xie Qingcheng's medicine and treating his wounds. Not long after this was done, he left, Duan Wen still having things to do with him.

During this time, Xie Qingcheng was trapped alone in He Yu's room, unable to go anywhere.

Because he knew that the room was being monitored, Xie Qingcheng could not act too calmly. He paced back and forth inside the room, smashed some of the decorations in He Yu's room, threw some of the books on He Yu's bookshelf, and tried to go out several times, but was unable to open the door or the window. Finally he lost his temper silently, as if he had exhausted his remaining battery, and sat down in the armchair by the window, hanging his head, and never moved again.

Such acting could not be said to be perfect, but Xie Qingcheng's character itself was cold, not prone to violent anger, much less out of control, and was probably not considered unusual in the eyes of the monitors.

Xie Qingcheng leaned back in his chair, like an actor after the curtain call, slowly regaining his strength and spirit. He could finally settle down and sort out everything that had happened, and he had many questions in his mind - such as what happened to the "violent killing" robot, such as what He Yu meant by "my mother is still alive". He Yu's words "My mother is still alive".

He was all waiting for an answer.

He needed to wait for He Yu to come back after he was thoroughly busy with his business, and then find a chance to ask in detail.

But perhaps because he had experienced too many things, or perhaps because the room he was in at the moment was exactly the same as the guest room in the He Residence he had stayed in before, Xie Qingcheng waited for too long, and unconsciously fell into a shallow sleep, and in this shallow sleep, he had a dream.

In his dream, he returned to the He mansion many years ago.

He stood at the desk in the guest room and placed the book of the World's Rare Diseases, on which he had just written a complimentary note, in the corner of the desk, before pulling his suitcase with him and stepping out of the room, closing the bedroom door behind him in the process.

The doorway was openworked with endless summer patterns, and he took one last look down the long corridor and out of the place.

--That was the day he left the He family.

The pulleys of his suitcase rolled across the floor as he descended the stairs, ready to head for the door. However, unlike reality, this time he dreamed of eight-year-old He Yu standing in the grass watching him.

"Sir." The boy called to him, then slowly approached him, "You dropped your things."

The boy lifted his hand and handed him a side of light white veil.

Xie Qingcheng baffled for a moment, he realized that his suitcase was gone, and in his hand was a bouquet of endless summer that he had held when we first met.

"Sir." He Yu Jr. repeated again, reminding him, "You dropped your stuff."

"......" Xie Qingcheng hesitated, raised his hand to receive the side of the light veil, this moment, suddenly rolled the ground wind, blowing his eyes a piece of confusion, when he can see things again, He Yu has disappeared.

What he was holding in his hand, after all, was no longer a light veil, but a pile of white paper that was not too thin and not too thick, with a line of beautiful words written on the top of the white paper.

It's He Yu's suicide note ......

"Comrade officers ......"

The words he never wanted to see again surfaced in front of his eyes in the depths of this dream, and Xie Qingcheng's heart suddenly felt like it had been injected with the kind of injection that dissolves power, and even the strength to beat was about to be exhausted.

He felt pain but couldn't shed a tear, the corners of his eyes hurt like they were being torn apart.

The lines of the suicide note became a dragnet, trapping him--

"I'm only twenty, I have a crush on someone, and I don't want to die yet."

"I mention the names of these two officers here in the hope that after my death you will, with the evidence in your hands, carefully and thoroughly investigate the old affairs of those days, when they left the world for twenty years without ushering in a single justice."

"This whole thing is so step-by-step and error-prone that I may never be exonerated again, or I may be buried right in the ocean. If so ........."

Those words are like a curse burned into the depths of Xie Qingcheng's mind, even after many years, still pursuing Xie Qingcheng, sharp teeth biting into his neck.

"--I don't want the one person who is the best thing in the world for me to feel sad for me."

The heart splattered with blood.

"He Yu!!!" Xie Qingcheng jolted awake, gasping for air, his back in a cold sweat that soaked his wounds.

The window had been light and by now dark again.

The wall clock on the wall was pointing to the eleven o'clock position, and he was so tired that this nap leaning on the soft seat surprisingly ended up as a deep sleep that didn't wake him up until midnight.

In the midst of his dizziness, he saw a slender, handsome figure leaning against the window.

He Yu had already returned and was looking out the window, when he heard the commotion, he turned his face sideways, letting the moonlight cast a layer of silver edge on his side face, "Having a nightmare?"

"......" Xie Qingcheng opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, his heart was still thumping inside his chest, seemingly about to break free of his chest ribs and run out.

He closed his eyes.

He Yu walked to his side, lowered his eyes and looked down at him, after a while, He Yu suddenly pulled him up from the armchair, roughly embraced him, pressed him against the window beside the desk, pressed him against the window, and then began to kiss him passionately. The sound of heavy breathing, the sound of clothes ribbons, the sound of two men's thumping heartbeats, in this room where a needle can be heard, from light to heavy.

"What did you dream?" He Yu's kisses were like butterflies perched on the side of Xie Qingcheng's neck, his lips moving lightly to stir up a storm from Xie Qingcheng's heart, "Why did you call me by my name?"

Xie Qingcheng just woke up, not a bit of strength, once he relaxed, the side effects of RN-13 and serum No. 2 also followed the invasion of up. No. 2 at the time of the pregnancy reaction spread to the use of medication to him, and now he even stood up a bit weak, can only be He Yu so embraced by his arms, by the hot kisses from his eyes and lips and neck, all the way to the depths of his chapped and broken heart. He Yu could only let the hot kiss go from his eyebrows, lips and neck to the depths of his cracked and broken heart.

"Didn t dream of anything ...... Let go of me." Between the increasingly frantic kisses, Xie Qingcheng found his voice and replied hoarsely.

"......" He Yu paused for a moment, "Are you really treating my place like a vacation retreat."

Xie Qingcheng did not say anything, he was again flooded with that feeling of nausea wanting to vomit, difficult ......

He was a doctor, so naturally he understood that it wasn't easy for women when they were pregnant, but while he had only known that before, Serum #2 had allowed him to experience that weakness firsthand. He was a bit of a macho man, but in this moment he was so clearly aware of how tough and unyielding the bodies of those seemingly fragile women really were.

He Yu's kisses kept falling on the side of his ear and neck with fiery breaths.

Xie Qingcheng gasped slightly and tilted her neck up, that kind of powerless struggle under He Yu was actually like catering. So he finally didn't move at all, "What exactly do you want."

He Yu stopped moving and stared into his eyes.

Xie Qingcheng's eyes seemed to be nothing but ruins as he said numbly and hollowly, "Are you still trying to sleep with me?"

The voice was waveless, almost like a rag doll that had been tortured until it was broken.

He Yu's heart stabbed, but in the way of the surveillance that could be viewed at any moment, he said, "Well, what use are you nowadays but for that purpose?"

"...... Anthony can't satisfy you anymore can he."

Is this a real fight ......?

He Yu stiffened even more visibly and his face sank, he seemed to want to say something but in the end he just clenched his back teeth slightly, he stared unblinkingly at Xie Qingcheng's face as if he wanted to see emotions other than indifference on Xie Qingcheng's face.

But no luck.

He Yu finally did not say anything more to Xie Qingcheng, when his kiss fell again, it had changed from rude to tyrannical. He seemed to want to vent some kind of unspeakable pain in his chest, between hugs, he pressed Xie Qingcheng's back against the cold glass window, his kisses were no longer like the venting of love, but like the entanglement of hatred.

The smell of blood was heavy, and He Yu's eyes were also scarlet, in the confusion and entanglement, he pulled Xie Qingcheng to the edge of the bed, and kissed him fiercely, the ferocity in his movements became more and more intense.

Finally he and Xie Qingcheng collapsed in unison, and as he pressed Xie Qingcheng against the soft Simmons, he lifted the snow-white quilt and wrapped both of them under its waves, enveloping them in darkness.

By now, Xie Qingcheng could no longer tell whether He Yu's actions were from his heart, or whether they were just for Duan Wen's eyes.

He only felt that his heart became heavier at these reactions of He Yu, beating hard like lead, he could feel the emotional truth of He Yu, no matter for which purpose He Yu made the behavior, the hatred was not feigned.

So Xie Qingcheng clutched He Yu's wrist tightly, so desperately and so forcefully, as if even if his whole body strength would be gone, he still wanted to use up his last bit of strength to clutch him. He seemed to want to stop him, but also seemed to be begging him.

Xie Qingcheng could not see He Yu's face at all in the absolute safety of the mattress, it was too dark around him, and he was almost half-blind, he suddenly became flustered, lost his concentration, and it seemed that He Yu's previous words were echoing in his ears - what else do you have nowadays except this role? What else can you do nowadays besides this?

Whether it was real or staged didn't seem to matter in this moment.

Xie Qingcheng Originally stimulated in the dream, at this moment, this body that carried too much was finally stirred to pieces by these words.

The overdose of RN-13, the subsequent side effects of Serum 2, the mystery of the violent killing robot, and the capture of Lao Zheng ...... He has too much pressure and guilt on him ...... Xie Qingcheng suddenly tried to push He Yu away like a madman, but on the other hand, he tightly grasped He Yu's hand and refused to let go. He Yu's hand and refused to let go.

He seems to have broken down.

He finally broke down.

The reaction on the body ...... hurts.

Heart sores that hurt.

His body is like a sponge soaked in pain, and all the pain and suffering is drilling into his body. He couldn't ask for forgiveness, so he couldn't tell the truth, he had nothing left ...... nothing left ......

Dad, Mom, Old Qin, Xie Xue ......

He Yu ......

They all left him.

Never to return.

Xie Qingcheng was mad with pain, nauseated, and collapsed as if he was going to die. He wanted to let out his voice and hiss and wail, but he couldn t make ...... any sound whatsoever! A broken whimper finally escaped from his throat, and his entire body unconsciously grasped He Yu s hand and clutched at the bedding.

Black.

It's all black around.

His lips opened and closed in the darkness, constantly opening and closing, but he couldn't make too loud a sound.

He Yu did not expect him to be suddenly like this, also froze, he panicked, can not help but call his name while close to him, leaning extremely close to listen to several times, he finally heard Xie Qingcheng's faintly inaudible hoarse utterance. Xie Qingcheng had been murmuring:

"He Yu ...... I can't see your face anymore ......"

The voice actually had some broken choking in it.

"I can't see your face ............!!!"

He Yu's heart trembled hard! It was only then that he realized that Xie Qingcheng's state was really too bad, and that Xie Qingcheng couldn't endure such pain to continue the drama with him.

Xie Qingcheng is a theatergoer, he is not a spectator.

He is going to hurt.

He Yu originally did carry a strong sense of unwillingness, but at this time, he looked at Xie Qingcheng, who was suddenly a bit crazy underneath him, and he suddenly realized that--

Actually Xie Qingcheng ...... is also a mental Ai Bola patient.

As a patient for more than twenty years, Xie Qingcheng has experienced a lot of pain and suffering, but has relied on her strong willpower to suppress the disease and seal it off without ever having an attack.

And this moment ......

At this moment, Xie Qingcheng seemed to be finally unable to bear it, He Yu thought it was just a straw, but for Xie Qingcheng, it was able to trigger a shock like a snow mountain crumbling in his heart.

"Xie Qingcheng ......" He Yu finally came back to his senses, his fingers clasped back Xie Qingcheng's slightly trembling hand, he could no longer pretend anything, his other hand hugged him tightly, the two of them under the shroud of the goose down quilt, the The two of them hugged each other tightly under the goose down blanket without any gaps, and he murmured in his ear over and over again, almost in a panic, "Xie Qingcheng, it's okay! It's okay! I did it for Duan Wen ...... I did it for Duan Wen ...... I didn't want to humiliate you ...... Xie Qingcheng, do you hear me? "

"Xie Qingcheng ...... do you hear me ......"

He Yu hugged him so tightly that he didn't even realize that even his own voice was trembling.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, do you hear me ......"

"......"

Xie Qingcheng was pressed and hugged by He Yu, as if the little fire dragon in his memory had come back, the little fire dragon that used to laugh and say I can warm your bed many years ago had swum over to him from his dream.

But the little fire dragon was obviously broken by the fall and could not be glued back together ......

It will never stick back together again!

Xie Qingcheng, his eyes lax and shaking slightly, and He Yu constantly stroking him, calming him.

It was too dark under the covers, but there was no way he could lift them up and turn on the light, they could only hold each other here, they were only safe in the dark.

I don't know how long it took before the trembling in Xie Qingcheng's body finally slowly stopped.

He Yu raised his hand to touch his face.

Those cheeks were full of wetness, making He Yu's hands shake.

"I can't see you ...... " Xie Qingcheng said softly.

The voice was hollow and alarmed He Yu.

"He Yu ...... I can't see you ......"

I haven't seen you since the night of the naval battle.

You do hate me.

I'm too desperate. I know that.

So how can I dare not say again, I actually miss you ...... I remembered more than once when you came up to me, took the piece of white veil and said to me, I dropped my things.

If you lose it, you can never get it back.

The person you were at that time will never come back ......

His lips shivered and opened and closed noisily.

He Yu looked at his heart hard, he hugged him tightly, the sheet under both of them was soaked with sweat from the entanglement.

He stroked his hair and called him over and over again, "Xie Qingcheng ...... don't be afraid ...... we're acting ...... is acting ...... I won't really hurt you ......"

His voice was trembling as uncontrollably and slightly as his body, and all those resentments that had covered the surface were washed away, and the deepest truths of his heart were forced out.

"It's okay. Now that I'm here, you don't have to suffer through those injections or take any more risks. You're safe with me."

"You're good ......" He gently kissed his sweaty forehead, "Those words are all lies ...... I'm here, I'm here to protect you ...... brother, don't be afraid ......"