Crazy

Xie Qingcheng only felt a bang in his head.

Like something shattered, like something violently exploded and burned up.

His eyes opened wide, the strings of sanity in his head melting completely in this moment.

He didn't believe He Yu was capable of such a thing.

He Yu hates being called gay, and in junior high school he broke a boy's calf bone when he confessed his love for him and gave him a rose.

But now he's actually kissing him in front of everyone, in front of all the people, in the middle of the wine and the light, in front of the guests, the waiters, the bartenders ...... in front of everyone.

Xie Qingcheng is indeed calm, but this is just beyond him.

His face burned involuntarily, shocked.

However, He Yu roughly kissed his lips, his lips intertwined, Xie Qingcheng completely did not have this kind of kissing skill and shamelessness, his mind was still confused, until the two of them parted briefly between their lips kissing, he suddenly came back to his senses, and just wanted to take the opportunity to turn his face away, but then He Yu clutched his hair and yanked him back, and kissed him in more forcefully and more deeply.

For a moment, his breath was filled with the hot scent of a teenager, Xie Qingcheng had never kissed anyone so intensely in his entire life, let alone on such an occasion.

Not to mention he's the one being passively kissed.

Not to mention that the one who kissed him was a student, a boy.

When Xie Qingcheng came back to his senses, he was so angry that he was trembling all over and his eyes burned red in an instant.

But where do the people around you think so?

They are not the same social group as the movie theater audience, more open, more love to see the fun, this time they have a standing ovation, laughing and watching the fun.

"The two of you are fine!"

And the hooligans whistled: "Handsome guys, there's a love hotel upstairs! If you give us enough dog food, you two can go upstairs and do your business!"

Xie Qingcheng's male ego could not stand this kind of stimulation, but as soon as he started to struggle violently, he saw He Yu's thin lips, still with the warmth from the time when he was in a tangle with him, less than half an inch away from his lips, softly smiling in a voice that only he could hear, "Brother, I scared you. Actually, it's okay, it's normal at the bar."

He touched him lightly with the tip of his nose, "We're just having a good time, but if you keep making a scene, it'll be a joke. Do you want to be a joke?"

"......"

"Anyway, I'm not afraid of losing face, I'm all yours."

It is also true that the bar light is dark, and originally the laser light is red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, shining Xie Qingcheng's face, the other side can not see his face Tie Qing.

He Yu rubbed against him gently again, "But if you promise me that you'll come back as my personal doctor, I'll be good right away and stop making a fuss."

"I just hope you die."

He Yu has a kind of crazy light in his eyes that doesn't quite belong to human beings, but he is still smiling, only that smile is a bit scary and a bit like pampering, "Oh ...... then I'll just keep going."

"......!"

If Xie Qingcheng's face was green before, now it was completely white, dead white.

Because He Yu's brain is not normal, his thinking logic is different from normal people, he is now in a state of self-loathing, and no one knows when he will suddenly trample on the original bottom line as if it were a trash weed.

Xie Qingcheng used to look at He Yu's beautiful almond eyes and could tell at a glance when he was joking, when he was hesitating, and when he was serious.

But he looked into those eyes in front of him now, so close, but he couldn't see anything, they looked like they were covered with a fog, he could no longer see through the brat he once knew so well.

He Yu is so crazy, he embraces him with abandon.

There was even more shouting around the room, slapping tables and knocking chairs, and there were even people raising their cell phones to take pictures.

But He Yu was at least a human being at this point, he didn't care that he was being photographed, but his other big free hand directly covered the entire upper half of Xie Qingcheng's face, from forehead brow to the tip of his nose, only revealing a pair of slightly panting thin lips and tilted chin.

He Yu saw him freeze and not move, and finally smiled and said it again, "Xie Qingcheng, promise me."

Xie Qingcheng asked himself that he had never been afraid of anything, but at this moment he was really frightened by He Yu.

Too sick.

Does he have any sense at all?

He Yu blindfolded him and kissed him on the lips again.

Xie Qingcheng Suddenly did not speak again, by He Yu hot, to kiss that merciless, thin cool lips.

"......"

Xie Qingcheng was clearly kissed by him to the point of not speaking.

Instead, the boy closed his eyes, rubbed the side of his jaw, and said, "Brother, if you ignore me, I'll take that as a yes."

When he asked, his eyes were closed, but after he asked, he suddenly opened them again, staring at Xie Qingcheng's face, gazing at the face that was half covered by his ten fingers. Gazing at those thin lips.

It was as if as soon as those lips opened, before a single word of no could be uttered, he would kiss them anew.

He actually didn't know that he hated homosexuality that much, and he hated being treated as a homosexual even more, but as long as he could have Xie Qingcheng's company, he did such things without a second thought. Why in the world is that.

Xie Qingcheng was stiff and wooden, the wooden edge of the bar he was holding up with his backhand was pinched and cracked horribly.

For a moment he wanted to kill He Yu for real.

But he restrained himself in the end.

He Yu in a long stalemate, did not get Xie Qingcheng clear refusal - because Xie Qingcheng brain is almost dizzy with anger, but also completely did not experience such a nervous battle, he for the first time in his life to a thing without a clue, do not know how to deal with.

But in He Yu's eyes, that's the default.

So he finally let go of Xie Qingcheng with satisfaction, and in a victorious gesture, he smiled and pulled him into his arms, lest those onlookers around him should take a picture of Xie Qingcheng's face, with eyes that were grim on the surface, but deep down carried extreme joy.

He lifted his fingers, looking sickly but moving with extreme gentleness, as the teenager gently stroked the rim of the man's ear one at a time, not caring how cold and stiff the body of the man in his arms was.

He hugged him and rocked him gently by the bar dance floor as if he were a child finally buying that longed-for piece of cake, and he bowed his head and whispered into his ear, "Brother, you're so good, you promised me."

"......"

"Then I won't give you a hard time."

"You do as you're told and I'll still be your brat."

"......"

Creepy Tenderness.

"This time, you have to treat me well. No more lying to me, okay?"

The bar is never short of action, and after everyone has finished watching one part, another relationship flares up over there, and He Yu and Xie Qingcheng gradually cease to be the center of attention after they finish kissing.

He Yu let go of Xie Qingcheng, who looked like he didn't want to talk at all.

A person who is overly calm is perhaps even numb to the afterglow of such intense stimulation that has brought him to his senses.

Although there are not many people holding up their cell phones, He Yu is a person with a strong sense of private realm, he doesn't mind people disliking his face but cares about the people he has touched and slept with being photographed, so the beast is a beast, and he paid attention to blocking Xie Qingcheng's face the whole time.

Now he's taking off his sporty baseball cap and putting it on Xie Qingcheng, pulling down the brim.

He seemed to be in a better mood.

He Yu said to Xie Qingcheng, "Wait for me here."

Xie Qingcheng looked at him with eyes that were too cold to be alive.

He Yu was oblivious and smiled.

Leaning over, he said something to the staff behind the bar, who nodded.

Occasionally, patrons of a bar will come on stage to steal the DJ's job, and some of these people are there to show their love, some to seduce, some out of boredom, and some purely out of adolescent boys' love of the limelight and bragging rights.

He Yu wasn't going to figure out exactly which category he fell into, he just knew that he suddenly kind of wanted to do it, and that's what he did.

He communicated with the residency and walked to the stage, taking the guitar that was handed to him.

He Yu lowered his eyelashes and played a song Xie Qingcheng had never heard before under the pale spotlight; the lyrics were in English and the melody was soothing and charming.

The boy plays tunes with light fingering and smiles at the watchers below when he knocks on the string board, a little tiger tooth peeking out vaguely on the side.

He looks comfortable and gentle, playing a song that Xie Qingcheng doesn't know.

The melody of the song was soft, and the boy playing music on the stage seemed to turn his head back without realizing it, and his eyes touched Xie Qingcheng's face, which was half hidden in the darkness.

He Yu looked away from Xie Qingcheng for a moment, feeling infinitely satisfied with the result, even though Xie Qingcheng was not looking at him.

Near the end, he lowered his head to concentrate on a bit of fingerpicking, eventually putting down his guitar and tilting his head back to meet the spotlight that beat down on him as he slowly closed his eyes.

Dust floats in the light, but can't really settle in a moment, the people on stage applauded, He Yu felt comfortable in that moment, far more comfortable than before when he was a top ten youth with tight rules.

He figured that in the future, if he wanted it, he'd have to go straight for it.

If others don't give it, he doesn't care to ask for it.

He had been too restrained and too gentle before, what was the use of getting compliments and approval, and in the end he had tried to be that lousy and still had nothing.

Unlike now, when he could have anything - anything - as long as he didn't care about face.

Clutched tightly in his hand.

.

It's just a shame that the satisfaction didn't last long.

A few days later, He Yu prepared everything and even cleaned the guest room where Xie Qingcheng used to stay personally. After making sure that Xie Qingcheng would be very satisfied and comfortable, he happily called the other party and asked when Xie Qingcheng would come.

The resultant smile plastered to the microphone slowly withered away.

It became frost that curdled at the corners of his lips.

He waited for the man's thoughtful and utterly rejecting reply, and his face even wore a bit of unwiped ash from the big cleanup as he listened to the man's icy voice on the phone.

The man spoke plainly:

This thing is not okay.

He Yu just wanted to mention the photo, Xie Qingcheng speed is actually faster than him, do not wait for him to export, directly said:

You can do whatever the fuck you want. But you give it to Xie Xue, and we'll never see each other again, and this is the end of all relations. Think about it.

The excitement suddenly dissipated, leaving only a gray, woeful mess.

Xie Qingcheng's meaning is very clear, each take a step back, the bed matter even, anyway, this is for Xie Qingcheng, figured out is the physical wear and tear. Xie Qingcheng has seen this matter as very indifferent, He Yu can not use this way to hurt him what, more can not use this way to get something from him.

In hindsight, the sad one is He Yu.

Because He Yu lost himself.

But Xie Qingcheng didn't.

After the initial psychological stress, the bedtime affair could no longer shake Xie Qingcheng's mind, and he adjusted his mindset, sometimes even seeing He Yu as a waitress who came to his door.

Though he doesn't need the service, this mindset could return him to the high ground he's taken for granted.

- - Going back to being a personal physician is not.

It is a matter of social status, of employment, and if he agrees to it, he loses both body and mind to He Yu, and wastes his precious time.

So he refused.

I have to say. Xie Qingcheng is actually far more skillful at holding He Yu than He Yu is at holding Xie Qingcheng.

Xie Qingcheng is right, in the entanglement of the two, it seems that the one who suffers is Xie Qingcheng, but the one who really lost himself is actually He Yu.

Xie Qingcheng is still the same calm, ruthless Dr. Xie.

After receiving a clear rejection from the other party, He Yu was very gloomy, as if he had fallen back from the warmth of April to the bone-chilling cold of winter.

He had been so hopeful, even confident, that he had sat upright to wait for the return of the man who had abandoned him four years ago.

What you end up waiting for is a resounding slap in the face.

Dreams dashed, again.

He Yu had to stay at home and the medicine kept going down.

People get sick easily when they are suddenly happy and sad, and he is sick again.

Mental Ai Bola is a one-time onset of seriousness, He Yu feels like ice, but his body temperature broke 40 degrees Celsius, and when he opens his eyes, it seems as if even the retina is burnt out.

He was lying on the bed and sent a message to Xie Qingcheng, who said, I am sick I am sick.

I'm sick of Xie Qingcheng.

I'm sick, Dr. Shea.

No reply.

Xie Qingcheng may feel that he is lying, or he may feel that his death has nothing to do with him.

All in all, he never heard back from He Yu, and He Yu became sicker and sicker during the long wait.

He Yu didn't care, and his personal doctor came and went, changing several times, unable to relieve his symptoms. He simply stopped letting people bother him.

Lest he have to try to restrain a strong desire to hurt someone.

He shut himself up in his room, and there were several books on the shelf devoted to rare diseases of the world, and he drew out one of them to read.

In that book, he was impressed by a case called "ossification".

The story is about a seemingly normal little boy abroad, in his six-year-old year, playing ball accidentally fracture, the doctor gave him in accordance with the conventional treatment of surgery, but after the operation, the boy's leg injury not only did not heal, but swollen more and more, around the appearance of bone hyperplasia.

In order to restore his health, the boy underwent more than thirty major and minor surgeries before and after, and eventually the doctors were shocked to discover that the boy's muscle tissue was abnormal, and that as soon as he was injured by the outside world, the boy's body would turn on a strong self-protection mechanism to grow hard bones to fight against the impact from outside the body.

"Similar to acromegaly, but scarier." Xie Qingcheng explained to him back then, "He can't take any bumps, even the smallest. A normal person's bump would just produce a little bruise, but his collision site would grow bones. Slowly, the patient's entire body will be sealed by the bone, unable to move."

The boy in the case had endured a long illness, watched his flesh and blood gradually harden into white bone, and finally, in his late thirties, ended that agonizing life.

"Because of his osteoarthritis, doctors were unable to operate on him to save his life, and he was unable to have lab tests done that would hurt even a little bit while he was alive - not even to draw blood. So he had a wish before he died, he hoped that doctors would be able to better study his kind of case, and that in the future, if someone unfortunate enough to suffer from the same disease as he did, they could be cured and could live a life very different from his, so he chose to donate his body to the hospital." Xie Qingcheng told the boy who was listening intently at that point, "His skeleton is still stored in the museum."

There are photos in the books, too, and in the clear, clean display case, the twisted remains of a man stand silently by, with his name, birth and death dates written underneath.

And a line that says, "He passed away with seventy percent ossification of his entire body."

But He Yu's attention was focused more on another photograph, a similar skeleton in a display case adjacent to the man's remains, which looked even smaller, with its ribs almost entirely glued together in a gruesome fashion.

"That was another girl." Xie Qingcheng sensed his gaze and said, "Communication was not well developed at that time, and they were not from the same country. He didn't know that while he was enduring the loneliness that no one could know, there was actually a girl on the other side of the strait with the same disease. That girl only learned that she had someone else in this world who could share the same disease after he died."

"But that girl was optimistic and didn't give up on life because of her ossification disease. She focused on fashion and designed herself many special dresses for events ...... She made the same choice when she died, and later people displayed their bones side by side in the medical museum. They didn't meet in life, and perhaps in death they were able to support and comfort each other - a bit of a vision for the head of the museum."

Xie Qingcheng of that year closed the book and said to He Yu, who was feverish and somewhat sleepy.

"Maybe there's someone else who suffers from the same illnesses as you, only you don't know it. Maybe that person is also trying very hard to live, you just don't know it either. He Yu, you don't want to lose to others."

The young He Yu, burning in a daze, thirsty for blood, but weak, sank into the soft, thick bedding and squinted vaguely at Xie Qingcheng's face:

"So when I die, someone will be stored side by side with me in the museum as well?"

"I'm afraid there's not much point in displaying your bones." Xie Qingcheng said, "So I suggest you think about how to live well first."

But what is the point of living?

Some are in it for the money, some for the power, some for the fame and fortune, and some for the love and family.

And none of these things seem to have much to do with him nowadays; they've either abandoned him or he has no interest in them.

He Yu was too sick to take the potent medication, and it still didn't have any significant effect, he sat down by the window and looked gloomily at the busy servants below, it didn't take long for him to realize that he couldn't contain himself from imagining the scene of taking them down, so he turned his eyes away from them.

He must still, as before, be diverted from the torment of others, to be borne by himself.

The tattoo that resembled Xie Qingcheng's was already light. He inclined his face for a moment--

N-o-t-h-i-n-g ......

It was as if the tattoo artist's voice was ringing in my ears again, "This is a bit long, it's going to hurt, how about another one?"

"It's okay."

It's okay, I'll take this one.

Nothing of him that doth fade.

But doth suffer a sea-change.

Into something rich and strange.

That tattoo failed, but that's okay.

It's only good if he fails, at this moment, he can do it himself, without anesthesia, not to leave this line of poetry, but just to be free from his illness.

He thought that maybe this was what Xie Qingcheng wanted to see, his karma.

Even if he died now, Xie Qingcheng would probably set off a firecracker to celebrate if he knew about it ......

The teenager sat silently on the edge of the window on the second floor of the villa, outside was a large, burning haze, so blinding that gradually he could not open his eyes. He was in a deep trance, his body swaying, and then ......

It seemed light all of a sudden, the evening breeze blowing across his face, bringing him a gentle feeling from long ago.

He lost consciousness, the man leaned forward and fell down ......

"Bang!"

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"! Young master! The young master has fallen!"

"Oh my god! Help!!!"

"Call first aid quickly! Call first aid quickly!!!"