Chapter 272: Extra "Fascinated by Shanghai" (End)

A few days after the perfect date (not exactly what Xie Qingcheng, whose plan failed, thought), He Yu started school.

He resumed carrying his one-shoulder slouchy book bag as he traveled the boulevards of HU and HUMC, where many had heard rumors about him, only those rumors were more or less untrue.

Not many people in the world know the secrets of Mandela Island, and people think they are looking at a vast abstract painting, but in fact, it's often just the tiniest corner of the puzzle.

The mess related to RN-13 is no longer something that He Yu and Xie Qingcheng can deal with or comment on, although there are still some relevant departments that still occasionally find them for reasons of supernatural investigation, but that is a trivial matter.

But it's good that the days are finally back to normal, that their lives are dominated by classes, by chores, by the shouts of the stores along the street at the end of the day, by the bags of fresh watercress and radish that they bring home, by the noise of the family dinners, and by Yaya's giggles.

And, of course, there is the almost nightly, increasingly compatible, and more and more sophisticated, intimacy between Xie Qingcheng and He Yu.

After the start of the school year, He Yu went to the Shanghai Medical College whenever he could.

Once, Xie Qingcheng just entered the classroom and was about to start the lesson when He Yu, carrying a shoulder bag and a cup of milk tea, barged into the classroom with the bell ringing. Under Xie Qingcheng's glare, he said in front of the whole class without blushing or jumping, "Teacher, I'm from the next door class XX, and I've heard that your lectures are particularly good and easy to understand, so I've come here to dabble in class. I've heard that your lectures are very easy to listen to and understand, so I've come here to take a class."

Then place the milk tea respectfully on the podium.

"I brought this for you, I'm sitting in the last row of the classroom, I won't bother you."

The medical university has already changed a group of students, and most of these students don't really like to read social news, even if they do, they can't remember He Yu's face, so surprisingly they all believed in it, no one thought there was anything wrong, and the girls in the back row even looked at him expectantly when they heard that they hoped that he would sit next to them.

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

There was no choice but to just let him be, couldn't waste time poking at his lies in front of so many people.

He Yu is to go to Xie Qingcheng's class every now and then to dabble in class, and will also sneak around and send messages to Xie Qingcheng in plain sight as before.

A more serious one would be something like, "Prof. Xie's class was so well taught that I could understand it even as a layman."

Something a little more unorthodox would be "Professor, the third girl from the right in the second row has been staring at your hand, so give her a demerit."

Of course, there were also rather unorthodox messages that made Xie Qingcheng look at him across the classroom, such as--

"Professor, you're so sexy, when is class over please, the restroom cubicle will wait for you after class."

Xie Qingcheng basically won't reply to him, and only when he's annoyed will he reply, "Wait for your father."

And in return was He Yu's even more bottomless message, "Professor your suit pants are very nice, but I think the black calf socks I bought for you that you're wearing underneath look better."

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

Xie Qingcheng is too steady to get on the bad side of his male students, and usually resorts to the cold shoulder - he lets He Yu play, and he'll stop this childish behavior when he gets tired of it.

However, this kind of laissez-faire idea, in the afternoon one day, Xie Qingcheng from the Huzhou Morning Post public number to see a "teacher received a sexy video of his girlfriend, and make out with it chat, and then found that the cell phone casting screen is not turned off to cause the whole class to flirt with," after the news, a complete change.

Xie Qingcheng thought back to those messages He Yu sent to himself in class, and contemplated the consequences of forgetting to turn off the casting screen and being seen by the students, so on that day he blackened his face and explicitly prohibited He Yu's behavior, which was completely non-negotiable this time.

"If you're going to post it again, I'm going to go stay in the guest room for the night, so you're on your own."

He Yu's thought on this is that Xie is worthy of being Xie, I heard that Xie Xue punished Wei Dongheng to sleep on the sofa, but his brother is very good, punished himself to sleep in the guest room.

But in fact, such a threat was basically useless, because the two of them were now living on campus mostly, and if the bosses checking in at HUMC had paid a little attention, they would have noticed that one of the male students from the school next door was always familiarly coming to their school's staff dormitory building at the end of classes.

Then into Professor Shea's staff suite.

And then, it goes on until the next morning - if the boy doesn't have class in the morning, he won't leave until after lunch the next day.

Boys always leave satisfied, like a dog that has stolen fish from a medical professor until it's full.

Before you know it, the end of September is here.

These days, He Yu has actually been carefully preparing his first birthday gift to Xie Qingcheng after he and Xie Qingcheng got together.

When Xie Qingcheng's birthday finally arrived, He Yu took him to a hotel in which he had a percentage of investment.

"There's a surprise I want to give you."

Xie Qingcheng is not surprised by this, thinking that there is no surprise in going to the hotel, but I don't know what He Yu wants to play tonight, damn, young people's physical strength is just a bit too strong.

But when he entered the room with He Yu, he froze.

"Happy birthday, Kiyoshi."

"Happy birthday, Shay."

"Happy birthday, Professor Shea."

Xie Qingcheng never expected that it would be a house modeled after Mandela Island technology.

In normal society, one can't yet achieve virtual reality on the scale of Mandela, but if it's just a room with a heavy dose of money, it can still reap satisfying results.

In the most technologically advanced luxury hotel in the world, where the use of futuristic technology is the main focus, He Yu negotiated with his partners to buy the full use of a presidential suite on the top floor. He then spent some energy and time to fulfill Xie Qingcheng's best dreams.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, standing in the vast light of day, standing in front of a large table with a cake on it, were Zhou Muying and Xie Ping in police uniforms, as well as the smiling Qin Ciyan couple with tortoiseshell glasses, and Qin Rongbei, as well as a young man whose appearance was similar to that of Qin Ciyan... ... Xie Qingcheng knew that it was Zhou Zhou.

The people, who couldn't be more real, are VR projections made with Mandela's technology.

It's just that He Yu made them all older, Zhou Muying is already a kindly old lady, and Xie Ping is also a hale and hearty retired old man in his sixties.

Qin Ciyan is older, slightly stooped, standing next to his wife, daughter and son, who was not killed in this dream, no cruel knife pierced the old man's body and heart.

They just stood there, the years depositing themselves on them as they do when deposited on any living person.

They, the family, blood and bloodless, stood there like that, smiling and speaking in uneven tones to the stunned Xie Qingcheng:

"Happy Birthday."

Xie Qingcheng was stunned, and an indescribable complexity surged through his heart, which almost made his eyes burn--

If ...... there had been no Mandela program, if nothing had happened, these people who passed away would have been just as happy and relaxed as they were, year after year, until they were old and blond and gray.

At this moment, Xie Qingcheng finally saw his mom and dad retiring smoothly and enjoying their twilight years, just like Lao Zheng.

He finally got to see Mr. and Mrs. Qin Ciyan, laughing and happy in the company of their children, as a family.

In fact, whether technology is good or evil all depends on the heart.

It all depends on whether it exists for unscrupulous selfishness or for love in its purest form.

"Happy birthday, Shea."

He Yu stood behind him, the last, and spoke softly to him.

"This is the first birthday present I thought of giving you while I was abroad. I contacted the hotel in the US and prepared it for a long time, thinking ......"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Xie Qingcheng suddenly turned back and hugged him.

Xie Qingcheng was a very strong man, but at this moment, He Yu could feel his body trembling slightly.

Immediately after that, there was a warm tear that fell on He Yu's shoulder.

"Thank you."

He heard Xie Qingcheng's slightly hoarse voice, at his temples, in his heart.

"Thank you, kiddo."

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Another couple of months passed.

On the eve of New Year's Eve this year, Xie Qingcheng sat down in front of his writing desk and drank a steaming cup of coffee after he had been busy preparing for the holiday.

The desktop computer was shared by him and He Yu, who had copied a lot of things from his laptop to the mainframe a few days ago just in case, but hadn't had a chance to organize them, and they were all in a mess in a folder.

At this moment, He Yu is on the phone with Xie Xue, Xie Qingcheng originally asked him to call Xie Xue to talk about the New Year's Eve dinner gathering, but somehow the two of them got into an argument over the name of Xie Xue's upcoming second child.

"Xie Yanyan is not allowed, neither is Xie Evening, neither Xie Mang nor Xie Extinguished! You think I don't know what novels you've been reading lately? This child is under your family name, you better be serious!" He Yu angrily yelled at Xie Xue over the phone.

Xie Xue seemed to say something like, "Well, think, what good can you think."

He Yu coughed, suddenly polite, and said with a straight face, "That, that might as well be called Xie Xi Yu."

Xie Xue's voice broke through the cell phone, so angry that she was speaking in dialect: "What's wrong with your brain? Xie Xie Yu! I think it's better to call Xie Xie Yu! Go write your winter vacation homework! The book that!"

Xie Qingcheng, who had already seen the two of them arguing, sighed and quite calmly took another sip from his hot coffee.

Let them argue, anyway, Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng were willing to listen to him in the end, He Yu not to mention. And he had already thought of a good name for the child, whether it was a son or a daughter--

Tse Tzu Boat.

In memory of the elder who, like a boat on the bitter sea, had saved countless people in his life, in memory of the old man who had saved him, the Xie family, and in the darkness of time, He Yu, after his parents had left. Without the Qin Ciyan family, he and He Yu, and even Xie Xue, might not be in the world anymore. So he thinks that child should be called Ci Zhou, Qin Ciyan's Ci, boat boat boat, once Qin Ciyan regarded him as a son, now he will take care of another boat boat grow up healthy and happy.

The word "Tzu-boat" has compassion, kindness, like a merciful voyage of universal grace, but may the kindness left behind by the previous generation always be present in that child's life.

May you treat people with kindness, and may you be treated with kindness.

--This is Xie Qingcheng's best wish for the unborn little one.

It was snowing outside the window, the Christmas tree that had been decorated not long ago was still glittering in the snow with its colorful balls and strings of lights, and by the old vintage fireplace with its melting fire, the orange flames had already brightened up the half-cut red paper of the New Year's windows on the low Scandinavian coffee table.

In this cozy, relaxing and noisy atmosphere, Xie Qingcheng lazily opened He Yu's document copied on the desktop, intending to help He Yu organize those things, he saw that there was quite a lot of information in there, so at least he could classify it for He Yu first.

Photography Related.

Choreography related.

Investment-related.

Mayo Private Hospital Related.

Xie Qingcheng used the computer sorting, quickly made a rough classification of those documents, import is very smooth, He Yu's title of the information are quite understandable, what "xxx film and television appreciation", "xxx bidding statement", until the mouse stopped on a word file. Until the mouse stopped on a word file.

That file does not have a name, it is called the system default new text, but in terms of the volume of the document, has been considered a large document, the word count is estimated to have millions.

Created over two years ago.

Shortly after his "death" ......

Xie Qingcheng paused for a moment, tempted to explore by this subtle moment in time, but he didn't click on it right away, instead turning to He Yu and asking, "There's a word here, you didn't name it, I--"

He Yu and Xie Xue's flame-filled call would have been almost over, and he turned back while raising his eyes to the screen.

One second later ......

"No no no! You can't open this!!!" He Yu was so frantic that he just dropped the phone and rushed over to stop Xie Qingcheng's action.

As a result, he found that Xie Qingcheng did not disrespect him by directly clicking on the document, but silently surveyed him with a scrutinizing and curious gaze. Not to mention, that line of sight was quite oppressive.

The two faced each other in silence.

He Yu ："...... "Don't open it, brother.

Xie Qingcheng ："...... "can be OK, but I want to know what it is.

He Yu: "......" Don't do it.

Xie Qingcheng ："...... "I won't force you if you really don't want to, but I still hope you'll share it with me if you think you can show it to me.

He Yu: "......"

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

After several minutes of staring at each other, He Yu's celestial beings finally felt that this matter could not be hidden from Xie Qingcheng for the rest of his life, and now that he is by his side, he will not hurt each other too much if he looks at this document again.

There are also some inner descriptions of Xie Qingcheng in the document that he avoided not writing, or even left empty, and he didn't think to add them later, perhaps ......

"Ugh! Okay! Okay." Defeated, He Yu let out a long sigh and looked at Xie Qingcheng with some apprehension, "But let's say yes, don't laugh at me when you're watching, and talk to me when you feel sad, okay?"

He pulled over a chair and sat beside Xie Qingcheng.

He and Xie Qingcheng were sitting side by side in front of the computer. He Yu exempted himself, kissed Xie Qingcheng and said, "Open it."

Outdoor window pane edge of the snow, the yard of the pine can not bear the force, was bent to the limit, "rustling" shook off the branches of the white, and then the cedar and energetic standing in the snow, proudly staring at a white sky and earth.

And inside, it's warm as spring.

The years to come will be as warm as this night.

The computer screen flickered, and Xie Qingcheng, accompanied by He Yu with some embarrassment and anticipation, finally double-clicked on the mysterious word document.

"Click."

The document unfolds.

Computer fluorescence floating in the peach blossom eyes, Xie Qingcheng saw this mysterious word at the beginning of a paragraph, two years ago, He Yu typed down this paragraph, opened the whole story--

The Casebook.

Chapter 1

"Click." Everything went from dark to light, the screen flickered, and the picture began to unfold.

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--Extra "Love Lost in Shanghai" Finished--

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