Can I come to your house for New Year's Eve?

Today is the last day before the crew is demobilized.

Xie Qingcheng packs up his things in his room.

In the middle of packing, a greeting card suddenly fell out of the clutter.

He picked it up and looked at it. The card had a message written on it, and he remembered that it was from the publicity girl who had sent it to him on his first day on the set.

The young girl is about the same age as Xie Xue, very naive and kind, Xie Qingcheng is with the black history of the Canton Tower to the crew, she did not treat him differently.

But now her whereabouts are unknown and her life is uncertain.

There is also another missing girl, Xie Qingcheng, who did not have much contact with her, but her sincerity can be felt in all her dealings with others.

Xie Qingcheng sat down with the card and looked out the window at the drifting snow-

Jiang Lanpei , Lu Yuzhu , these two innocent implicated girls ...... are not sure whether the mastermind is the same criminal gang, but this year, he experienced life and death is indeed too much.

Xie Qingcheng is a very cold and hard man, who has cut himself off from all emotional ups and downs in order to overcome his mental illness. He cherishes life, but has lost the right to mourn its demise, and even despair has become too much for him.

But now, perhaps because the secret that only he himself has been holding on to all this time has finally been put in the hands of another person in a life-and-death situation, even though Xie Qingcheng doesn't want to admit it so much, it seems that his mood at this moment has become a little bit different from what it used to be.

His heart was like a thick ink, and having someone who knew the truth was like pouring a glass of water into that pool of ink.

The darkness remains unbroken.

But the density seems to be diluted out a bit.

It allowed him to finally regain a little breathing room.

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, these days he looked into his heart, he did perceive his emotional looseness, which made him vaguely feel some regret.

Yes, what He Yu said was very cruel, but the content of everything was true - after he himself shared this secret with He Yu, he and that little brat, the two of them really couldn't logically go back to the kind of relationship they had before, they were only going to be completely entangled.

Xie Qingcheng sighed, finding it hard to be still. By this time things were pretty much packed up and the clock was pointing to just after 10:00 p.m. Unfortunately, he couldn't sleep.

So he opened a bottle of red wine for himself, it was something that was gifted to him when he entered the group, he had originally planned to bring it back, but now that he thought about it, he might as well drink a little bit of relief better.

Wine is good wine, sweet and mellow in the mouth, self-pouring, but also gradually drank too much.

Xie Qingcheng Although the amount of alcohol is not bad, but alcohol intolerance, drink a little on the loss of strength very quickly, although the brain is still sober, physical lethargy is inescapable.

Warmth began to melt through his blood, and he leaned wearily back in his hotel lounge chair with a goblet in one hand, his mood calm, but very slightly downcast in that calm.

The more wine he drank, the warmer his body became, and he lowered his slightly reddened eyes and raised a hand to rub the corner of his forehead, but as he was about to get up and go wash up, he heard the sound of his room card opening the door.

He had already come back to stay at the crew hotel again in the past two days because he had so much to do to cooperate with the police investigation.

And the person who had that permission to ask the front desk for the room card to open the door, he knew who it was even when he was softened and soaked in alcohol.

Xie Qingcheng had some impatience after being pestered too much, some resentment after telling the truth, and some irritation after not being able to find a solution for days. He glanced towards the person who entered the room with such emotions, but probably because he drank too much red wine, along with his vision was dipped not so sharp, so his impatience or resentment or annoyance, He Yu did not see clearly.

He Yu is here to ask him when he plans to leave tomorrow, but I didn't expect to see a somewhat drunk Xie Qingcheng as soon as I entered the room.

Xie Qingcheng stilled and straightened up, the slightly red eyes still clear.

The waist and legs, too, were straight.

He was watching him from the foyer.

And then say--

"Please get out."

It took He Yu only a split second to realize why Xie Qingcheng was drinking alone in his room.

He looked at him with a complicated expression, then turned his back and closed the door behind him.

"Xie Qingcheng, you ......"

"I'm asking you to get out."

"...... Shea, I don't think, you need to be so polite to me."

Xie Qingcheng looked at him indifferently, it wasn't politeness, but detachment and coldness - in fact, he was distracted from the very beginning when they escaped from the ghost gate.

But at the time, he hadn't fully realized how much he regretted telling He Yu the truth.

It wasn't until after so many days of settling in that he finally had become quite aware of what kind of attitude he really had. He regretted it even more deeply than he did then.

--He made his heart clear, he was sure that he wanted He Yu to understand that whether or not he was the "first king" of the mental Ai Bola patients, whether or not he had told He Yu his secret, it was all on the line of death! It's all at the point of death.

The Xie Qingcheng that comes to life must be the Xie Qingcheng that has clear boundaries with He Yu.

He will not change his attitude towards He Yu.

He had to make He Yu understand that too.

"Are you drinking so much because you're having a bad night?" Unfortunately, the young man ignored his point and didn't care about his condescending expulsion.

He Yu approached him, still cool from the cold night, in his hand was the plastic bag he was carrying, "Sit down and talk. I brought you hot cocoa tea."

"......" is still a real kid.

Who wants hot cocoa tea?

Drinking it was cloying in the hollow of my throat.

Xie Qingcheng walked over with a cold face, put his hand against the wall behind He Yu and propped it up, under his messy hair were slightly wet eyes, "Get out."

He Yu, however, suddenly reached out and hugged him.

Because the air conditioning in the house is on full, Xie Qingcheng only wore a thin shirt, home style, or silk satin, through the satin can clearly feel the teenager's breath.

Xie Qingcheng was mostly sober, afraid of waking up the people in the room to the left and right, he lowered his voice, his breath was hot from the wine, but his tone was cold: "Are you done?"

But this time, He Yu actually did not want to put him how, so Xie Qingcheng unexpected, He Yu just put him against the wall of the entrance, holding him, low head deeply buried into his neck breathing.

It's not the same as the turbulent lustful outbursts of old.

It wasn't even the same as in the hospital room, that blazing solicitude after returning from a life and death situation.

He met Xie Qingcheng privately for the first time after a few days of contemplation, and hugged him as if he were holding a being like himself.

The last person in the world who could empathize with him.

"This crew is breaking up tomorrow."

"......"

"Don't worry, I've thought about it. No matter what, what you tell me, I won't tell a second person."

He Yu may be young, but he's actually quite dependable when he really wants to say something serious to you. Very steady.

The boy said as he embraced the man in his arms.

He felt that Xie Qingcheng, this person's body was very strange, obviously with manly blood, thin and even muscles, his physique could not be said to be poor.

But touching through the clothes, but also feel that the clothes are too thick people too thin, thin like smoke, like a soul, can not hold, so that people can not help but want to probe in to touch the entity, otherwise the heart is panic.

It was as thin as if it would disappear at any moment.

He held Xie Qingcheng like this, gently swaying in place for a few moments, and actually had some gentle illusion of being afraid of losing something like-

He Yu closed his eyes, he had already thought a lot before he came here. But at this moment, he was thinking about all the things in the past again, about the scars on Xie Qingcheng's hands, the secrets in his heart, about everything that had happened with Xie Qingcheng before, and at the end of the day, he remembered that when the day was over, they were going to leave this place, and return to Huzhou.

Then Xie Qingcheng must not want to see him again.

His heart suddenly felt a strange tug, as if strangled uncomfortably by something.

"I will definitely keep your secret. However, first things first. When you go back, don't stay alone with Chen Man." He finally whispered softly in Xie Qingcheng's ear, surprisingly well-behaved, like a plea.

Xie Qingcheng pushed him, "Don't be crazy."

"Uh-huh." He Yu laughed, he was really going crazy because just now he was making such a begging-like statement, and now his eyes were dark again, and he took hold of Xie Qingcheng's wrist and ran it down, revealing a pale green tattoo.

Here we go again.

Xie Qingcheng thought he might need a teething stick, otherwise he would always catch himself chewing on it.

He Yu did bite Xie Qingcheng's tattoo, but this time it wasn't heavy enough to bleed.

He said, "Then it's okay if you want to be alone with him, don't let me run into you. You are of my kind, don't get too close to anyone else."

"You've been thinking down the last few days and you've come up with this way of getting along?"

He Yu: "This is my bottom line."

Xie Qingcheng violently shook his hand away, drew out a sterilized wet wipe, wiped his own wrist in front of He Yu, and then threw the wet wipe directly at He Yu's face.

"Roll."

He Yu hugged him more heavily.

He buried his face in Xie Qingcheng's neck, the tip of his nose rubbing gently.

The red wine-drunk man was hot, a temperature he didn't usually have, and He Yu knew that if he and Xie Qingcheng were to indulge at this time, it would feel like nothing he had ever felt before.

But he didn't go that way.

In the few days of blank time he did run through his thoughts carefully and came up with new ideas.

His feelings were not even the same as even then in the ward.

He had only just regained his life, and the joy of having survived made him eager to claim the warmth and softness of Xie Qingcheng's body.

The eagerness then was born of an impulse, more like an inertia of former behavior.

It's different now.

Although his mouth was still as fierce as before, when he thought of how Xie Qingcheng had walked through these years alone, and when he thought of the tattoos on Xie Qingcheng's wrists, which had once been scars that had been cut off in the same difficult and helpless situation as he had been in, he felt as if there was some kind of sour and soft emotion in his own cold heart.

That emotion became the knot that barely held him in place.

It is true that he does not love Xie Qingcheng, but Xie Qingcheng is the only one for him.

He felt bad that Xie Qingcheng had never chosen him.

But he looks over as a mentally ill person and more or less understands the pain of his past.

-- He Yu thought that there was not much pity in his newfound feelings for Xie Qingcheng.

At least, though, he didn't want to go back to endlessly hurting this person, either.

He therefore did nothing out of the ordinary, and simply hugged Xie Qingcheng for a long, long time - even though Xie Qingcheng still wasn't willing to hug him back.

And so this time, it finally became the first kinda peaceful respite since they'd had sex.

When He Yu left, the color under his eyes was deep, but in the end it was restrained, "I thought about it, Xie Qingcheng, in the future, some things you don't want to do, I won't force you any more, as if it's a thank you after you told me the truth. ...... I won't torture you anymore, I won't force you to do those things anymore, don't be afraid."

Xie Qingcheng smells of wine, but his eyes are as clear as thin ice.

Only some rouge seemed to be congealed beneath the ice, flushed with some soft oceanic redness.

Xie Qingcheng faded, "You're really lifting yourself up too much, I've never been afraid of you, I just found those experiences disgusting."

"......"

And again, "What are you doing in my room if you're not going to do it again."

He Yu thought for a moment, but he couldn't really seem to remember why he was here.

He said, "It's nothing. I'm leaving."

"Uh-huh."

"Xie Qingcheng."

"Hmm?"

"Before ...... you go, can you hug me too?"

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes that fell on the starry moon and said coldly, "I said that in my case, our relationship will not change just because you know my secret. My thoughts have not changed."

"......"

"You go."

If it was the old He Yu, he would never have left like this.

But this time he stared at Xie Qingcheng for a while, and finally said nothing, as if he had already said everything he needed to say.

He originally had a lot of hostility that could be turned into his combustion engine, allowing him to shamelessly entangle himself in front of Xie Qingcheng.

But these days thinking down, that kind of hostility, as if it has been withdrawn from the chest between most of the like.

He knew that Xie Qingcheng had abandoned him, left him behind, and knew that in the choices Xie Qingcheng had made, he had indeed never been there - yet knowing some of the truth of the matter, it was hard for him to feel that it was Xie Qingcheng who had let him down.

Koo is normal human behavior, Xie Qingcheng in the whirlwind of the whole incident, has long discarded the identity of normal people.

Xie Qingcheng doesn't even want himself.

And why stop for yourself?

He Yu, though still difficult, is no longer incomprehensible.

So after Xie Qingcheng told him to leave again, he did.

On the table was hot cocoa tea brought by He Yu. Xie Qingcheng lay down on the bed as if he were disengaged, raising his hand and covering his forehead and eyebrows with his arm.

He Yu's warmth was still on his body, warm, but not what he wanted. He had lived in hell for too long, he had never been able to walk away from the death of his parents, he couldn't let go of Old Qin's death, he had lived among the dead for too long, he was no longer used to the feeling of being close to the living.

It's better to be on your own ......

Xie Qingcheng slept alone, in exhaustion and confusion, until the day dawned bright and clear.

After Xie Qingcheng returned to Huzhou, naturally, there was a lot of tossing and turning.

Zheng Jingfeng, Chen Man, Auntie Lai, Xie Xue ...... they out of concern, will come to ask him the whole thing through, Xie Qingcheng although not very patient, but still one by one all said clearly.

Of course, what they knew was just the tip of the iceberg, and he and He Yu were the only ones who knew what happened in the studio.

It is true that He Yu never asked Xie Qingcheng to do that kind of thing with him again.

Though the teenager's lust was rumbling and the molten flow in his eyes could not be hidden, He Yu had always been more protective and sympathetic towards the mentally ill than normal people. He sees them as his own kind, so naturally he doesn't bully them much.

Xie Qingcheng originally thought that He Yu was just making a casual remark, but later he realized that He Yu was really true to his word, and that he was indeed a gentleman who kept his word in this regard.

Before you know it, New Year's Eve is here.

Xie Qingcheng received a message from He Yu on New Year's Day.

"My parents had a temporary thing and are going back to Yanzhou again, but this time they asked me to come along."

"But I didn't want to go, I refused."

"......"

After a long pause, He Yu seemed to be waiting for Xie Qingcheng's reply.

But Xie Qingcheng never replied, so he sent one last message.

"I don't want to be alone. Can I come to your house for the holidays?"