Seeking HE in the BE world

When Ye Ting was 17 years old, his temper was not much better, and he even talked less than now.

The only one who could make him speak up was Su Chen.

At the end of August, the weather is dull.

Ye Ting remembered that day, it was one of the few days that fluctuated his mood.

There are very few days when he can see Su Chen this summer vacation, and he has been thinking about this day for a long time.

The weather in summer always changes very quickly. It was sunny just now, but it was cloudy in an instant.

Ye Ting stood in front of the window, looking at the sky from time to time.

Why haven't you come yet?

His pretty eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he was a little worried. He was afraid that Su Chen would not find his way, and he was afraid that Su Chen would forget to bring an umbrella when he went out, and he would be drenched on the road.

He is so squeamish, he is guaranteed to get sick if he gets caught in the rain.

Originally, Ye Ting wanted to book a private room in the clubhouse, but Su Chen rejected the proposal.

That's why we set the meeting place in the rental house.

The room in the rental house is not big, and the decoration is simple. Apart from a bed and a wardrobe, the only eye-catching thing is the piano in the corner.

The piano is made of red cedar, with a unique woody shine. Ye Ting walked over and pressed a few times on the keys.

Very clear and comfortable sound.

He could tell that Su Chen liked music, but his family...

Ye Ting was looking at the keys in a daze, when a sky-shattering lightning illuminated the window of his small house.

Accompanied by muffled thunder, the raindrops crackled and exploded.

Ye Ting frowned, picked up the umbrella by the door, and was about to open the door and go out.

As soon as his hand touched the doorknob, the door was knocked softly twice.

Ye Ting's eyes flashed, he stretched out his hand to pull the door, and then revealed a particularly pale face.

Su Chen raised his head, his dark eyes seemed to be out of focus, and the water flowed down his black hair.

Tick, tick, drip on the floor.

"Su Chen?" Ye Ting called him, seeing his eyes rolling slowly, he was very worried: "What's going on?"

When Su Chen heard his words, there was warmth in his eyes. He lowered his eyes and looked at his wet shoes, "I'm fine."

Nothing.

How could it be okay like this.

Ye Ting pulled the man in, pulled a towel and wiped his black hair a few times, then turned around and took out his shoes and said, "If you don't mind, please change into mine first."

"No... No need," Su Chen held a towel in his hand. In the dog days of August, he was shivering from the cold, and he was trembling even when he spoke.

Ye Ting remained silent, stared at him for a while, and put the shoes back where they were.

He got up and poured a cup of hot tea into his hands.

Su Chen was sitting on the sofa, holding a teacup in her hand, and seemed to have calmed down a bit.

Inadvertently, Ye Ting glanced at his wrist, and saw another knife wound on the fair skin.

Ye Ting's eyes were dark.

The scar was bright red, obviously not long ago.

Ye Ting had a thorn in his heart that made him lose his mind. Now that he saw the scar, he was even more furious. He grabbed Su Chen's wrist and asked in a cold voice: "How did this happen? Didn't it It's him again."

Su Chen didn't expect Ye Ting to see the injury on his wrist, he wanted to pull it back, but found that Ye Ting pulled him even tighter.

"I'm fine," he said, "Ye Ting, let me go first."

"fine."

"fine."

"fine."

He repeated the two words.

Ye Ting, who had heard this sentence countless times, finally couldn't control his emotions. He raised his voice and shouted in a low voice, "Why is it always like this!"

"Why don't you ever say it!" He was like an angry leopard, "Is it him!"

Su Chen's hand was in pain from being grabbed, he raised his eyes, the brows were cold, like an ink painting soaked in water, it was unreal.

"Let go." His voice was gentle, no different from the past, "It's none of your business what I do, who do you think you are?"

Ye Ting was startled, and when he let go of his hand, Su Chen pulled it out.

There is a birthday cake on the table in the room, with seventeen candles inserted on it.

Today is his 17th birthday.

"I'm here this time," Su Chen looked at the candles on the cake, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, he paused, and continued, "Don't come to me in the future."

"You're no different than those men."

"I don't like men, so don't bother me anymore." His voice was very low and calm, as if the words he said had been rehearsed many times, and he begged a little: "I beg you, Ok."

Ye Ting stared at him with deep eyebrows, and asked in a low voice, "What did you say?"

Su Chen rolled his throat, this may be the first time he spoke loudly, he roared: "I said I don't want to see you again, don't pester me anymore."

Tears flowed out of my eyes unknowingly, "I'm fed up with other people's strange eyes, I don't want to be gay."

The door of the room opened and closed again.

The sound of the rain outside seemed to be louder, but it didn't seem to be.

Ye Ting sat alone on the sofa listening to the sound of rain, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the black umbrella at the door.

He whispered: "I forgot to take the umbrella again, what should I do if I get wet."

His gaze moved to the table again: "I haven't even eaten a bite of the cake."

After a while, he laughed at himself again.

Why is it raining endlessly, he doesn't want to stay here anymore.

He didn't want to see the piano in the room, make him look like a clown, a... annoying idiot.

Ye Ting's hand was lightly pinched.

He woke up instantly, and looked sideways at Lin Jinian in his arms.

Lin Jinian urged: "Quickly tell me, why did you fabricate a substitute out of thin air?"

"It's nothing," Ye Ting half closed his eyes.

Because I cherish it too much, I dare not touch it.

Can't let go, can't confess.

The substitute is not someone else, the substitute is Su Chen from the past.

……

Lin Jinian was dreaming again.

He was brought to that pouring rain by the dream.

The cold rain drenched his face, flowed into his eyes, and then poured out mixed with tears.

why so sad

The rain soaked his clothes, and he was aimless like a puppet.

He didn't know when he entered the house, and he seemed to rely on instinct to walk.

The house had not been demolished at that time, and the whole room was filled with smoky smoke.

"Yo, your son is back?" Su Qingguo unexpectedly didn't go out today, with a cigarette in his mouth, he asked, "How is it, how much did you pay for it?"

Su Chen's eyes were unfocused, as if she didn't hear his words, she walked towards the room on her own.

The clothes were wet from the rain, and they fell to the floor, forming a small puddle.

Seeing that people ignored him, Su Qingguo changed his face in an instant. He held Su Chen with one hand and said, "Lost soul? Where's the old money? That kid surnamed Ye is so rich, he doesn't look normal to you, he doesn't Do you want to pay for it?"

"En." Su Chen nodded.

At first, Su Qingguo didn't understand what that um meant. He was taken aback, and stared at him with bloodshot eyes: "Huh, what? You really didn't want to come out? Fuck, you trash, how could you not ask for a penny?" .”

He kicked it, and Su Chen fell to the ground.

"Damn it, if it wasn't for him, if it wasn't for him beating up the benefactor, the old debt would have been paid off long ago, and we still have to wait till now."

Su Chen half-kneeled on the ground, her eyes didn't fluctuate, listening to the obscene words from his "father".

"Get out and ask for it again. I don't believe that based on his attitude towards you that day, he won't give you a penny."

Su Chen looked at the floor, stared at the scratch on his arm, and said softly: "It's late, my relationship with him is... over."

Ye Ting must hate him now, and will not meet him again in the future, nor will he be entangled by people like Su Qingguo.

Thinking of this, he smiled as if relieved.

It's unfortunate enough that he has such a family. He lives in a mud pit and doesn't want to drag Ye Ting down too.

After all, he still has a bright future.

The screen turns.

Lin Jinian returned to Ye Ting's rental house.

The sky was overcast and the windows were beating with rain.

There are candles on the cake on the table.

He heard the person on the sofa muttering to himself: "I forgot to take the umbrella again, what should I do if I get wet."

Hearing this almost sigh-like sound, Lin Jinian felt great pain in his heart.

He really wanted to run over to hug the man, but he couldn't move. There seemed to be a layer of glass between the two of them.

That glass became a gulf between the two.

"Why are you crying?"

The familiar voice brought Lin Jinian back to reality.

He opened his eyes, and the familiar cold eyebrows were close in front of him.

Lin Jinian: "Ye Ting?"

"Well," Ye Ting turned sideways slightly, and wiped away the tears from the corners of Lin Jinian's eyes with his cool fingers, he asked in a low voice, "Why are you crying?"

Lin Jinian felt a pain in his heart again, he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Ye Ting, I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Ye Ting finally realized that Lin Jinian was in a bad mood, he got up and looked at Lin Jinian, "What, did you have a nightmare?"

"Well," Lin Jinian nodded, and after a while, he asked, "So, are you still angry with me?"

Ye Ting frowned, and touched Lin Jinian's head with his hand, "Have a fever? Why have you been talking nonsense today?"

The cold fingers touched his parents, which made Lin Jinian sober.

He suddenly realized that several years had passed since the two separated.

He raised his eyes slightly, and hugged Ye Ting as he wanted to do before.

"It's my turn to pester you this time."

Ye Ting felt that Su Chen tonight was a bit annoying.

In this state, after taking three cold showers, he finally couldn't bear it.

He looked at the legs around his waist, and he didn't want to be a human anymore.

but……

He knew that what happened before left a deep shadow on Su Chen, especially for men. Although nothing actually happened in the end, there was always psychological resistance to this kind of thing.

He didn't want to touch Su Chen's scar.

Of course, Ye Ting's character as a gentleman has only been preserved until just now.

"Su Chen," he said through gritted teeth, "do you want to stretch your legs to the Pacific Ocean?"

Lin Jinian looked at him innocently, "It's too cold here, let me borrow your place to keep warm."

"Take it back," Ye Ting said, "otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

Lin Jinian was confident, and his eyes were full of provocation: "Oh, why are you being so rude to President Ye?" His legs were a little further away, "Is that so? Or is it like this?"

Ye Ting's eyes darkened.

Unbearable, he finally blocked that lawless mouth.

"You provoke me first, then don't regret it."

Lin Jinian really regretted it a bit.

When I woke up the next day, I was lost in thought looking at the marks all over my body and the bones that were about to fall apart.

"Sure enough, men are big trotters, why can't they sit still!"

1984 couldn't listen anymore, and frothed: "Host, show some face."

Lin Jinian: "In 1984, did you lose your guts? How dare you say that about me."

1984 quibbled: "No, host, I can learn from my sincerity to you, but can we be thin-skinned occasionally?"

"Why?" Lin Jinian didn't think he was wrong at all, "Can thin-skinned food be eaten?"

He got off the bed and moved his shoes, and he pulled a certain part during his movements. His expression froze for a while, and after a long while he pretended nothing happened and continued to look around. Seeing that there was no trace of Ye Ting, he said, "Look, I'm full." Just run, scumbag."

Before he finished speaking, a shrill female voice came from downstairs.

She scratched her neck and yelled, "Su Chen, get out of here, you shameless bastard."

1984 gloating: "Oh!"

Lin Jinian: "Ah, my dear!"

That fake Bai Yueguang came up.