True Fragrance

The two siblings, who were dependent on each other, went away before He Yu.

He fell out with his brother and it didn't end well with his sister.

He Yu was gloomy for a long time.

As much as he hated to admit it, he never seemed too close to anyone else. Even with his parents, his brother, it's like white water.

Only Xie Xue and Xie Qingcheng had the deepest dealings with him.

He hadn't been as uncomfortable as he had been in Europe.

Because at that time, whenever Xie Xue was angry with Xie Qingcheng, she would call him up and complain a little bit about Xie Qingcheng's dictatorship/authoritarianism, and the two of them would joke about it for a while, and it seemed that some kind of block in He Yu's heart could be slowly catharticized in this kind of conversation.

When he is really bored, he will also send a circle of friends visible only to the Xie siblings, pretending to have a headache.

He knew that as soon as he sent such a message, Xie Qingcheng would, out of professional instinct, reply to him with a--

"Take your medicine."

Then he can reply in a logical and incredibly condescending manner:

"It's okay."

Then his insides ached even more, as if the neuroses were all cured in a short period of time.

But now, none of it works.

He Yu began in such loneliness, accustomed to the Internet search Xie Qingcheng all kinds of news, true or false he read.

He realized that although he was a hacker, he was nowhere near as good at pickpocketing people as the internet users. He actually knew a lot of things he didn't know before.

For example, when Xie Qingcheng was in junior high school, he used to get into fights.

For example, Xie Qingcheng after the death of his parents, he actually once took a break from school for a while, did not go home, his sister did not care, as if he went to Yanshou alone, classmates heard that he also seems to have gone to some nightclubs at that time to fool around, and then something happened, for some reason, for half a year there is no news.

Of course, there are also some very fake ones, saying that Xie Qingcheng's mom and dad are black police officers, and that Xie Qingcheng is actually a □□/boss.

In addition, things have evolved more and more outrageous, Xie siblings of all kinds of private information has been leaked more and more serious, Xie Qingcheng's photos are also more and more, that day outside the Mor Yu Alley was photographed, walking on the road was photographed, and Xie Xue and ate at the roadside store was photographed by someone ......

There's even a school picture from his classmate's side.

The photo shows Xie Qingcheng with a serious look on his side of his face, and it's clear that he hasn't smiled much since he was a kid.

Boss He saved all these photos one by one and laughed them off, and in return for his friendship, he hacked the information side of those people one by one and set up an online Trojan horse.

He wasn't interested in minding the speech, but as long as he spread the photos and private information of Xie's siblings, he made the other party's computer paralyze and his cell phone die.

The virus program instructions written by Edward He Yu for this purpose are: spread such content device grids, release such content device program full boot until the electrical board is burned.

No one can be in the field of Internet information and his wild, he is in the international ranking of the top five floating big hackers, and even in the technology of the long occupied first, because he does not commit crimes, do not make trouble, just hacking for fun, only in the darknet comprehensive ranking in the top five.

But there is no doubt that his means in this regard can be called horrible, what he wants to do, no one can fight against his real strength - even the high-priced hackers hired by that dark organization in the Canton Tower case can only be crushed by him, at that time, they had genuine equipment in their hands and still managed to be intercepted by He Yu with a pirated incomplete device, and if it wasn't for the fact that they later used the If it wasn't for the later use of the video to distract him, they might have ended up on their knees crying and calling him Edward's father.

As soon as you enter the information field, it's He Yu's world.

But the dignity of the hacker teacher didn't last long - yes, computer system security was something no one could play with him.

But he didn't realize that the Internet's rhetoric was sometimes more lacking than his skill-

After He Yu had cut off the chain of transmission, he swiped through Weibo again and suddenly saw this statement: "Did you all notice the recent virus! We've found the problem, it seems that anyone who has passed on Xie Qingcheng's private information has been fucking hit! Xie Qingcheng is not a hacker!"

"It's horrible isn't it this man."

"I have a feeling it shouldn't be him, but it's definitely someone close to him."

"There must be someone! Wasn't the Canton Tower hacked before? Xie Qingcheng must be related to the top hacker, look at the clean internet now, none of his private information is left."

"Tian, that Xie Qingcheng is quite tactful, maybe it's one of his little lovers who did it, wasn't it rumored that he was gay before? Hackers are mostly young men, maybe it's because of this he protects him, his little husband can't see him being meat."

He Yu: "......"

He was going to pretend he didn't see it.

The page had already exited, but I was reluctant to go back and reply to the highly-liked tweet of "Little Husband":

"Put your mom's shit on."

Hatefully clicked out.

He did not protect him, Xie Qingcheng deceived him like that, looked down on him ...... He also just finished quarreling with Xie Qingcheng, and was scolded like that by him and his sister pointing their noses at him, and he did not commit a crime, so why should he help him?

He is also not Xie Qingcheng little husband ...... what this disgusting name.

He Yu heart blocked again.

He felt himself tingling.

Truth be told, he really didn't know why he was bothering with this, doing such a thing.

And he still thinks about that bedtime often these days.

He looked down at his left wrist, which was still vaguely scarred with a light brown color from when the tattoo had failed.

Xie Qingcheng also has tattoos on his wrists, thin fonts wrapped around his wrists like chains and snakes.

In the misty night, he had held Xie Qingcheng's hand, the two people's wrists rubbed against each other, ten fingers hot sweat stained interlocking, the tattoo as if they were going to tightly wrapped around their hands together not to be separated.

"......"

Disgusted with himself again, He Yu shook his head, opened the drawer and took a pill, and began to think about whether there was anywhere he could get a brainwash to hypnotize him and erase the memory.

This is ridiculous ......

"OMG, I'm exhausted." At this time the dormitory door suddenly opened.

The roommate who came back was a notorious playboy in his age, and his life's quest was to die on the gentle couch of the girls.

And given his recent diligence in reportedly dating three internet stars a day, that goal is clearly waving and smiling at him from a short distance away.

"Really hell, the new acquaintance of that beautiful sister is as hungry as thirst, desire is not enough, I have broken my waist and she still does not think it is enough, I must eat a big meal of oysters tonight to make up for it, brothers, you look at my yellow face and skinny appearance, alas, sooner or later, the sperm is exhausted, ah!"

Playing the game of fat boy from the kill evenly to him a big blank stare: "Damn, Versailles what? Drought kills drought, flood kills flood."

Playboy prettily took a picture of himself in the dormitory's floor-to-ceiling mirror, "Oops, I'm so tired, I'm going to have to ask another pair of sisters out tomorrow."

Fatty cursed, "Flower my ass! You don't have flower disease is really one of the top ten unsolved mysteries in Chinese medicine!"

The two of them, one laughing and the other cursing, had a good deal of verbal sparring, and Mr. He, who had never been much of a participant in such topics, suddenly coughed.

Fatty and Playboy looked at each other, both assuming that He Yu had a problem with this vulgar conversation between the two of them, and kept quiet.

I didn't expect that after a while, He Yu put down the book, thought for a moment, and looked back at the dandy, the look on that porcelain-white face faint, unable to see any intentions, "Let me ask you something, okay?"

"You, you say."

He Yu, sitting elegantly in a chair with his legs crossed and an English hardcover Ode to a Nightingale on his lap, asks instead, "Have you ever tried to ask a man out?"

It was no wonder that the other party froze and was half in shock.

It took a long time of stupidity to reply, "No, just kidding, I'm purely straight, purely! A pure straight guy wouldn't ask a guy out at all."

"......" He Yu continued to ask, his tone gentler, even gentle and a little scary, "So purely straight men dream of men, have you ever heard of that?"

The other party froze again, then under He Yu's kindly gaze decisively said, "I've never heard of it, who is it, it's hilarious, this person must be gay."

"......"

"He Yu I'm telling you, if a straight man tells you that he dreams about men, you must remember to beware of him, there are too many of these stupid deep cupboards these days ...... ay? What's wrong with you? What's that look?"

He Yu smiled faintly and lowered his lashes, "...... It's nothing. Nothing."

No one peeked at the color of his eyes, which resembled the gloom of hell.

He Yu thought, this dude's words can't be trusted either, everyone is special, the dude's first time having sex wasn't on a man, so of course he doesn't understand.

But what made his mood somber was that his desire to relive the dream of the ducks had been growing stronger lately, and the number of times he had clearly dreamed of that night had been increasing.

Every time he woke up, remembering those dreams and facing his own wretchedness. He thought he was really crazy.

When a young man tastes the fruit of the serpent for the first time, his blood is hot, and when he is seduced by Satan, he is easily addicted and prone to lust.

Xie Qingcheng was the first person he had ever experienced, so he would instinctively mark this body. It would be used to recalling the events of that night.

He convinced himself of this, and each quiet morning he woke up and lay between the school-issued pillows and quilts, pulling up the blackout curtains and circling a space just for himself.

The boy was in his dormitory bed, thinking of Xie Qingcheng's justly slender body, proud in the dark and chaotic night, thinking of them as beasts in the rainy season, deep in the cross-neck, he recalled the taste of that time, and then looked at Xie Qingcheng's photo alone in the roommate's snoring, recalling the afterglow of that time over and over again.

And by the time he comes to his senses in the morning, he will be incredibly regretful and even fall into self-loathing.

He Yu thought to himself that he was really crazy.

He indulged in such depravity that one day the boys actually felt that there weren't enough pictures of the men - after all, all that was taken was a half-body shot, a couple of close-ups of the face, and while the kisses were vivid, the rest of the picture had to be all recollected and imagined, and it really didn't satisfy all the time.

So he picked up his cell phone, opened the blacklist, hesitated for a moment, and clicked on Xie Qingcheng's avatar, wanting to see if Xie Qingcheng had sent any messages lately, to have something fresh.

As a result, he found that Xie Qingcheng had closed the circle of friends.

The man's circle of friends is only a light-colored line, as if Xie Qingcheng's thin, tightly pursed lips when he is displeased, when his feelings are suppressed.

"......" He Yu reaches out to touch that one line, his eyes dangerous.

There is no social software in this world that He Yu wants to crack but can't, and no status content that he wants to see but can't.

The netizen's mouth to protect Xie Qingcheng information security "little husband", only allowed the officials to set fire, not the people to light the lamp, he took less than half a minute to do it, shamelessly broke through Xie Qingcheng's WeChat shielding.

But after the hacking skills, stepped into Xie Qingcheng's circle of friends, "little husband" wandering around and did not look for anything worth seeing, Xie Qingcheng has not posted dynamic for a long time, and the last one is still a school affairs repost.

Yeah, there's no status content in the world that he wants to see but can't - unless the other person really didn't send it.

He Yu finally turned off his cell phone resentfully.

It's been like this for a while, and He Yu has been trying to quit feeling like he's in rehab.

But just like an addict, although his heart tells him he can't go on like this, his body can't stand the temptation, and it's too easy to relapse after feeling extreme pleasure.

He Yu even went on a famous foreign site for this purpose, browsing through a few heterosexual classic movies with beautiful actors, trying to find a little bit of straight self-cultivation.

But that approach couldn't work either.

To be fair, a few of the site's hottest actresses were really good, good-looking, with nice bodies and nice speaking voices, but unfortunately he remained calm until he had finished reviewing all the high-scoring films, and even finished a whole cup of freshly brewed coffee slowly and methodically in response to the actresses' wonderfully dutiful and professional performances, just like a merciless film reader.

The reality he experienced wasn't what it was on the screen.

The memory of that night is summed up as a heart-pounding experience like no other for a 19-year-old straight man.

He never knew before that Xie Qingcheng, a man who looked quite tall and tough, was actually very thin, and when He Yu hugged him, as long as he exerted pressure on his hands, he could even create a sense of vulnerability that would shatter Xie Qingcheng.

And Xie Qingcheng's voice, like the sound of a spring in a stream, very light, but can penetrate the stone, He Yu so hard heart, raw by his low hoarse male voice chiseled a gap, heat gurgling outward.

He Yu could never have imagined Xie Qingcheng like this before--this cold, sharp, hostile, pure man who always smelled of potent tobacco on his body would lose his mind, mess up his eyes, and fall down with him like a madman in the abyssal quagmire of human nature.

It's too hot ......

So every withdrawal is a failure.

He can't quit him.

He Yu was so angry with himself a couple of times that he deleted Xie Qingcheng's photos on Sage Time... What does he need these crappy photos for?

But with a thought, he couldn't help but use hacking technology to restore it. After the recovery, he felt that he was too pathetic, this is just a face, a half body that did not even shoot the waist, beautiful is beautiful, talk about what is mesmerizing?

Combined with his mindset of "two separated after the shooting", all this is actually sensationalized as if it is a morning sleepy face left behind to soothe the desire and eternal love before parting with the lover and after a lingering love affair. It is actually more frustrated.

But He Yu is so addicted to this disappointment that it even stings his high self-esteem.

He could not help it; he could not bear the seduction of memories because of that bewildering longing, and he tried again to suck with his withered lips on that bone-crushing opium--

With a single inhalation, that night's sound and color suddenly turned into endless green smoke, wrapping his body tightly and seamlessly in it, becoming a cocoon that he couldn't break free from in any way.

He Yu thinks he's really sick. Heat and poison, addiction.

Who can solve it?

He knew it in his heart.

But there was not even a hint of life in that person. What He Yu had in his hands were only a few pictures taken in the dark, the remnants of lust and desire. There were also a bunch of out-of-print photos that he had scavenged from netizens, and at the same time, he had taken them off the Internet.

Unfortunately, those photos uploaded by netizens aren't too good looking and don't even look as good as they do in person.

How did you shoot that? Punks.

"Little Husband" is frustrated and annoyed with the internet.

A person's threshold is constantly raised with stimulation.

Finally, the visible and invisible "Internet Xie Qingcheng" completely failed to satisfy the teenager.

The boy lay on his dormitory bed and began to regret it. When he thought about the time when Xie Qingcheng was not yet suspended, he only had to drive less than ten minutes from HUU to the HUMS office, or the classroom, and he could see that man every day.

And he'd be inexplicably a little chagrined.

Why did he, before, keep refusing to go?

It's not like you're going to turn gay if you look at it, so why not quench your thirst by drinking something that makes you feel good?

If he had been there then, he could have seen the man he had tangled with in the darkness, suit properly and meticulously standing at the podium. The lips that had once been passionately kissed by his own were speaking cool words and decent knowledge.

He Yu was so tormented that he couldn't sleep.

Finally, on another night, after He Yu had locked himself in the shower for another half day.

He screwed on the cheap shower head of his dormitory, and he slowly raised his face, his eyes troubled.

This can't go on much longer, he thought.

Unringing the bell needs to tie the bell, as long as he sees more of Xie Qingcheng now, quarrels with Xie Qingcheng more, and preferably gets cheated by him one more time, then he will surely resist him as he did when he first met him, dislike him, find the scent of disinfectant on his body unpleasant, and want to stay away from him.

Yeah, that must be it.

It's the only way to crack it.

He Yu thought that he had to go and meet Xie Qingcheng again.

The opportunity came quickly.

After a series of re-shoots and post-productions, the school play "A Hundred Diseases" will be brought to the school's campus theater next Friday. On that day, the theater will arrange for HU and HMS students to watch the performance and award prizes together, and Xie Xue, as one of the leaders, will definitely attend this event.

He Yu asked around and found out that Xie Qingcheng would also be there, and he even found out the rows and seats.

Xie Qingcheng will come to this kind of lively occasions, because recently broke out a few big social hot news, broadcasting tower thing has been from the tip of the wind and waves slowly down, attention is no longer so much, Huda theater and very spacious, up and down the three floors, accommodating thousands of people, the process of the black lights and blindfolded, not quite who will pay attention to him.

"Are you going to book a seat?" The schoolmate who inquired for him asked him, "You're a participant, you're supposed to have vip front row seats aren't you?"

"I have friends coming." He Yu lied.

Sister: "Oh ......"

"Could you please hold the position B2230 for me?"

The older sister was naturally very willing to do this favor for the handsome man, and quickly punched He Yu a ticket for the premiere of the school play A Hundred Diseases through the school's internal ticketing system.

B2230 is the seat behind Xie Qingcheng.

He Yu held the ticket and looked at the time and date stamped by the poor quality printer on the ticket, and silently had some expectations in his heart.

The day he waited for the premiere, he went to the HU Varsity Theater early and took his seat.

After a long wait, the two seats in front of him had been empty.

The movie was already about to start, the illuminated lights went out all at once, and the only light in the closed viewing hall was the ghostly glow of cell phones radiating from a few seats in the audience; a few moments later, the big screen lit up and the commercials began to play, with colorful diffused light streaming through the dark hall.

It was only then that someone jammed their way inside the theater. In the darkness He Yu couldn't see Xie Qingcheng's face, only a blurred profile of him, but just a profile was enough for him to recognize it.

--

What He Yu didn't expect was that Xie Qingcheng didn't come alone.

The small police officer who has been very close to Xie Qingcheng has also come along.