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This time, can you keep your word?

He Yu's ears were ringing, and his eyes were also dizzy.

It seemed that he could not see Xie Qingcheng's face clearly suddenly. The doctor Xie in his 20s was sitting in a daze before him, and said to him, I am leaving.

He Yu was like a destroyed building, he collapsed, his hand stroked his forehead, tears kept falling down like broken beads.

He didn't answer Xie Qingcheng's words, he just asked with extreme sorrow:

"Why do you have to be like this..."

"Xie Qingcheng, why do you come to me again and again, and don't want me again and again..."

Every word seems to be cut out of the throat, stained with hot blood, trembling.

"Why... why did you insist on leaving me...!"

Xie Qingcheng fumbled out a pack of cigarettes and wanted to light it, but in the end he just put the pack aside.

He said: "I didn't want to abandon you. If you could be my patient, my junior, or even my friend, I would be willing to be by your side. But..."

But He Yu's feelings are too strong.

Xie Qingcheng originally hoped that he could make He Yu get bored slowly, but he found that his love was like Kua Fu chasing each day, moths jumping through flames, so intense that he would burn his life before he stopped.

He really couldn't imagine what would happen to He Yu if He Yu continued like this and one day he was gone.

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and said, "But I can't give you what you want."

"He Yu, I don't want to know that there is a dead end ahead, and tell you without hitting the south wall without looking back, let's go down, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. Do you know that you are only 20 years old? From 20 years old, That is the best age in life. You can have many dreams, you can have countless possibilities, you can meet all kinds of people, and it can even change your life in the future.”

Xie Qingcheng said softly.

"When I was 20 years old, I had no choice. That period should have been the most relaxing time, but I lived as heavy as 80 or 90 years old. I don't want to wait until you reach my age, look back and find that once Every day of my life is taking a detour, and every minute and every second is lived up to on the road to death."

"..."

"How long are you going to be entangled with me? Knowing it's impossible, but you don't want to let go."

He Yu murmured hoarsely: "Why is it impossible?"

"Xie Xue and Wei Dongheng are both possible, why is it impossible for us?"

"That's not the same thing at all."

"Why? Isn't it the same thing to love someone, like someone, and want to spend a lifetime with him? What's the difference between us and them, us and any other couple in this world?!"

"I don't like you." Xie Qingcheng raised his head and said word by word, "I don't like you, okay?"

He Yu suddenly became dumb.

"I'm a heterosexual through and through. I'll never like you. That's the difference. He Yu, are you satisfied?"

He Yu opened his mouth repeatedly, unable to speak, he was like a fish out of water, even breathing became extremely difficult: "Xie Qingcheng...you said you are a straight and straight heterosexual, then let me ask you...you When you are with me, is there even a moment of reluctance and wavering?"

Xie Qingcheng looked at him silently, and finally lowered his eyelashes, like a curtain: "...No. I have never wavered."

He Yu stood up suddenly, his eyes were red, he crossed the coffee table and came to him, looked down at him, his expression gradually became a little confused, even though the wristband gave him calmness, his emotions still began to lose control at this moment .

He pushed Xie Qingcheng on the sofa, looked at him sadly and stubbornly, and asked him frantically and desperately: "Really? Have you never wavered?"

"Then let me ask you again, who was the one who kissed me in the basement that day before the moment of life and death?"

"I celebrated my birthday that night, and who stayed with me for a day and a night, and who was the one who said happy birthday to me?"

"Who is that person who takes care of me, takes me to eat hot pot, and serves me a bowl of birthday noodles? Xie Qingcheng, let me ask you, who is that!! If you don't like me, if you don't have the slightest heartbeat , why are you treating me like this? Tell me!!"

"you say!!"

Xie Qingcheng looked at the young man in front of him, but he sealed his heart away.

Hidden in his already weakened body.

His thin lips opened and closed, and said, "...that's not because of liking."

"..."

"I treat you that way not because I like you."

"Why is that?" He Yu tremblingly said, "Tell me, you kissed me, hugged me, you cared about my feelings, why is that?"

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, and said after a long time: "...just sympathy."

Even the light in He Yu's eyes trembled, and his expression gradually became distorted. It was impossible to tell whether the expression on his face was extremely sad or extremely ridiculous.These complicated emotions made him look extraordinarily broken.

"...sympathy." He repeated, chewing these two words repeatedly between his lips and teeth, "sympathy....What a sympathy, Xie Qingcheng. What a sympathy!"

The monitoring ring on his wrist suddenly turned red, just like his eyes at the moment.

Before Xie Qingcheng could react, He Yu suddenly pushed Xie Qingcheng off the back of the sofa and pushed him onto the sofa. Then he pressed down heavily on the sofa and grabbed Xie Qingcheng's wrist. His eyes were still full of tears, but he ruthlessly Ruthlessly said: "Could it be - these are also sympathies?!"

As he said that, his kiss came down, and he also tore off the button of Xie Qingcheng's clothes with his hand. Xie Qingcheng's expression changed drastically, remembering that there were still traces left on his body from the treatment a few days ago, and he began to struggle violently.

"Let go... He Yu, don't touch me, let go!"

The bloody kiss continued fiercely, this time He Yu was not drunk.The monitor strap on his wrist was rapidly turning red.

Xie Qingcheng's words stirred up his heart that had finally calmed down a bit.

With crazy eyes, he forced him to face up to bear his kiss with one hand, and violently tore at the snow-white shirt with the other hand, as if he wanted to kill these fabrics on the spot.Because I was more stimulated, my movements were more aggressive than in the corridor just now.The young boy's body was very hot after drinking, and when he wanted to be violent, the strength of the explosion and the heat of the stick were astonishingly high.

While kissing him, He Yu asked him hoarsely: "The way you looked in front of me in those nights was also because of sympathy? You took the initiative, sat in my arms, ordered me to hug you hard, and you hugged me Kissing me and trembling... You are like me... again and again... you can't stop... Is it all because of sympathy, Xie Qingcheng?"

Xie Qingcheng's clothes were already torn, and several buttons were missing, but he really didn't dare to let He Yu see the scars on his body.

During the treatment, in order to control their runaway and out-of-control selves, they had to use restraint belts to restrain the traces of their bodies.

"Don't... let go, He Yu... let me go!"

He tightly grasped the loosened skirt with his hands, barely covering his body covered with strangulation marks.

In the past, he obviously had such sufficient physical strength and such formidable strength that he could compete with He Yu, but his health became worse and worse. A broken arm that can't use its strength... Once able to easily lift He Yu when he was a child, Xie Qingcheng who walked calmly on the road, now facing the huge dragon with its wings spreading, he has no strength to fight back.

Only those eyes.

That pair of clear and sharp eyes, which were the same as before, hadn't changed at all, they were still looking at him unwillingly to give up, trying to dig into He Yu's heart.

He Yu pinched his jaw, wanting to kiss Xie Qingcheng's bitten lips again - but when he met Xie Qingcheng's eyes, he stopped suddenly.

He saw Xie Qingcheng's pair of peach blossom eyes that were always cold and calm, there was a shattered light.

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When he was questioned by He Yu, it was difficult to explain.

When Chen Man found out about his relationship with He Yu, he lost all embarrassment.

Physical weakness and pain.

Worried about the fear of being seen by He Yu with strangle marks on his body.

After all, Xie Qingcheng is a body of flesh and blood, under the weight of ten thousand hectares of emotion, his soul is already strong if he does not collapse, but how can it be possible to say that he is not moved?

Xie Qingcheng didn't even notice that his eyes were moist, this was his body's reaction when he was cornered.But his body was already numb. He closed his eyes, only vaguely feeling something warm dripping from the end of his eyes tremblingly.

He Yu's heart trembled violently as Xie Qingcheng's tears fell.

The red light on his wrist faded, and he straightened up suddenly, suddenly realizing what he was doing.He immediately let go of Xie Qingcheng, and looked at the man under him with a confused expression.

Xie Qingcheng has endured too many emotions, and because of his personality, his self-protection mechanism is different from He Yu's. He Yu will vent unconsciously, but Xie Qingcheng just bears it.

At the end of the day, there was no more stuff in his body, and the pain finally overflowed from his eyes. He looked very broken, lying on the sofa with messy clothes, his pale fingers still tightly clutching his placket.His black hair was wet and messy, hanging down on his forehead, under the slender eyelashes, his eyes like glass beads were just opened.

That drop of tear had already flowed down the sideburns, silently.

Xie Qingcheng's temperament is too tough, he is too manly, he always feels that he can still hold on, so he can't feel his tears at all, and the tear stains seep into his temples like this.

He Yu woke up completely.

He tremblingly said: "Brother Xie...I..."

Xie Qingcheng slowly closed his eyes.

He Yu didn't dare to force him anymore, He Yu stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to close his clothes for him, but Xie Qingcheng refused to let go of his fingers—he was trembling slightly, as if he no longer trusted He Yu .

He Yu wanted to button up his clothes again.

But he found that the buttons on the front of Xie Qingcheng's shirt had been torn off by himself, and he could no longer button them...

He Yu lowered his head, shoulders trembling, and hugged Xie Qingcheng tightly into his arms: "Don't be afraid, Xie Qingcheng, don't be afraid, I, I won't hurt you again... I won't."

"Don't cry..." He Yu himself was already covered with tears, but he still raised his hand to caress the wetness of Xie Qingcheng's temples. He seemed to be holding his cherished but broken treasure, and choked up, " Brother Xie, I'm sorry, please...it's my fault...don't cry..."