Case File Compendium

The next day, Xie Qing left the hospital and went back to the dormitory.

Although Chen Man was with him, he didn't speak much all the time, which seemed a little strange.

At the time of parting, Chen Man stood downstairs in Xie Qingcheng's dormitory and called hesitantly: "Brother Xie..." Xie Qingcheng: "..." But meeting Xie Qingcheng's eyes, Chen Man finally groaned Li said: "You... You should take a good rest. If you have anything, you can come to me at any time.

Xie Qingcheng felt that Chen Man's mood was weird, but he didn't think about the horror that Chen Man might have a crush on him.He felt that Chen Man probably couldn't accept his one-night stand. This reason was really lame, but apart from using it to dismiss Chen Man, Xie Qingcheng really couldn't think of any more reasonable explanation.

He is a majestic seven-foot man, and it is impossible for him to admit that he was slept by a boy 13 years younger than himself.

For Xie Qingcheng, this matter is like a dumb man eating coptis, unable to tell the truth.

Xie Qingcheng remained silent for a while, then said: "Let's go, thank you." He wanted to go upstairs.

Chen Man stood in the rain with support, and said again: "Brother Xie."

"No, nothing, just pay attention."

"...What exactly do you want to say?" Chen Man bit his lip, held back for a long time, and then asked, "Are you still in touch with that girl?" Xie Qingcheng paused: "Will you have a one-night stand?" Is there a connection?"

"I...I don't do this kind of thing." But when he said it, he felt as if he was condemning Xie Qingcheng for not being a man, so he quickly waved his hands: "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

"You really shouldn't do this kind of thing." Xie Qingcheng said indifferently, "I also regret it because of impulse."

Chen Man looked at him.

Xie Qingcheng: "It won't happen in the future. I feel sick." After he finished speaking, he went upstairs. Chen Man's face had always been pale, and when he heard Xie Qingcheng's last two words, he finally felt a little bit better. color.

A whole week later, Xie Qing was in a sick state and passed away completely, but the hickey marks on his body have not completely disappeared. When writing blackboard writing in school, he must pay more attention to whether the cuffs are tightly pulled, because there is still a faint bruise on his wrist. Le India.

That was evidence of wanton intrusion with bound hands.

Xie Qingcheng never contacted He Yu again. He Yu blocked him, but he deleted He Yu directly. It is actually the easiest thing to avoid by individuals.

Think of it as a nightmare, he thought.

Don't look back.

There are many helpless and hateful things in this world, and they often don't get a satisfactory explanation in the end. No matter how disgusting, sometimes as long as you can get out of your body, it is already the most precious result.

Xie Qingcheng has experienced a lot, it's not that he doesn't understand this truth.

But when I dream back in the middle of the night, I still often wake up.The illness recovered, the fever subsided, and even those wounds were slowly healed, but Xie Qingcheng's heart, which was originally resistant to lust and love, became more sick.

Uncontrollably, he repeatedly dreamed about He Yu's face wrapped in hatred and desire, about the things they had done, and then sat up in shock from the bed, where no one saw, Xie Qing appeared Finally showing panic and fragility, panting heavily, buried his face in his hands, sweating heavily, he lit one cigarette after another, and even took sleeping pills to fall asleep.

One day when he was taking a shower, he saw that the traces of the toss had finally disappeared as if nothing had happened, but he didn't have any relaxed expression-he knew he was branded with gangrene, the fear and disgust of the bed thing It grows more and more lush.His memory kept stinging him, reminding him that he lost his composure in front of He Yu, and vented it in that way.

I have been suppressing, and even have little desire.

He yelled, trembled, and lost his composure, and these memories were like whip marks that fell off, constantly stinging, humiliating, and tormenting him.He had to turn on the computer, click on the video of the sea moon jellyfish, look at the ancient life floating around, and try to divert his attention to other places.

He thought, he can't just go down like this.

a few days later.

He house.

"I'm back." It was rare for He's house to be brightly lit, and the warm light made He Yu frowned when he entered the hall, like a vampire who had gotten used to the desertedness. He was familiar with the tranquility and darkness of the old castle.

Lu Zhishu and He Jiwei were both there.

After He Yu and Xie Qingcheng did it, they went back to the villa once, after following Xie Qingcheng to the hospital that day, but found that they had nothing to do.

At that time, he felt uncomfortable, especially empty. He had just been infiltrated by the extreme stimulation, and suddenly he was alone again, unavoidably empty, and went back to the main house in a state of upset. At least he was accompanied by a housekeeper.

But he left the next day, and he never came back.until today.

Although He Yu knew that his parents would return to Shanghai soon, he originally thought that they would not stay for a long time. It was because he was upset that he didn't want to see them, so he left again to avoid them.

Unexpectedly, when he returned home again, Lu Zhishu and He Jiwei were still there.He was not used to this kind of greeting, so looking at the scene in front of him, his first reaction was "Maybe this is also fake, he imagined it." But then he realized that he had never fantasized about his parents Will come back to have a good dinner with him.

None of them appeared in his delusions.

"Is it cold outside? Mom made you soup, morel mushroom abalone Siwu soup..."

"Mom." He Yu was quiet for a moment, the words that humans first learned seemed a bit awkward to him, "I'm allergic to this kind of seafood." The hall suddenly became quiet.

Embarrassed, Lu Zhishu glanced at He Jiwei.

He Jiwei coughed: "It's okay, eat something else. I have someone make boiled cabbage for you. The soup that has been hanging for a long time is your favorite before." Although He Jiwei is not very close to He Yu, at least he is more reliable than Lu Zhishu Spectrum, he knows what He Yu likes.

He Yu couldn't say anything more, and the three of them sat down at the dining table together.The atmosphere became more tense for a while.

He Yu couldn't remember the last time the family of three sat like this, it was too long.He looked at the faces of He Jiwei and Lu Zhishu, even strangers.

To him, parents seem more like those two profile pictures in WeChat contacts, those flat voices.

"When do you plan to return to Yanzhou?" He Yu asked.

"No hurry." Lu Zhishu said immediately, with a sweet smile on his fat face, because the pile was too full, and even a little shaky, "Your brother is also living in school now, so we don't have to watch. What's more, He Yu , you scared my mother to death, don't do such a dangerous thing in the future, in case something happens to you, then we--" She didn't go on, she seemed to be choked up.

He Yu watched with cold eyes, after experiencing the TV tower incident, his heart was no longer the same as before, it became very cold and hard.

But he was too lazy to talk nonsense with them, and finally smiled lightly: "It's okay. I'm fine now." Chatting at the dinner table, the picture seemed warm, but in fact it was dark and turbulent.

"I'm done eating, can I go upstairs first?"

"Ah, good. You go, go." Although Lu Zhishu was made uncomfortable by He Yu, she is a businessman through and through after all, and she can even treat her son like Yang Qiu, "Take a good rest, mom tomorrow How about some chicken soup for you?"

"... Whatever you want." He Yudan said, left the table, and went upstairs.

Lu Zhishu watched with complicated eyes as his back disappeared into the depths of the upstairs corridor.

He Jiwei: "Why are you being so nice to him all of a sudden? Let alone him, even I can't get used to it." Lu Zhishu: "What's wrong with me being nice to my son? That's not a matter of course, I'm his real mother..." He Jiwei He hesitated to speak, and finally stood up: "My company has some business, I have to go to Qingdao tomorrow."

"Then when will you come back? Let me tell you, I've thought about it. I owed him too much before, so I have to make it up to him. Don't go out for too long. It's work, it's important not to have children..." He Jiwei sighed He breathed a sigh of relief: "It's very nostalgic for you to say that."

"It seems that you told me when you were pregnant with him." He Jiwei smiled, his eyes were deep, and he seemed a little sad, "It's been a long time since I heard it.

Lu Zhishu: "Old He..." He Jiwei had already turned and left.

He Yu was lying on the bed in the bedroom, and after He Jiwei was hypocritical and polite to Lu Zhi, his eyes became a little distracted.

He looked at the ceiling, just like the past week, when he was alone in a daze, he would go over what happened before, "Boom—boom—boom—" Unexpectedly, the big clock in the old house rang again up.

A muffled sound knocked on his heart, like every lonely night, like the 13th birthday night when he stood for a long time and couldn't wait for even one person's company.

Thinking of that birthday night, he couldn't help but think of Xie Xue again.

Not only did his parents never care much about him, even Xie Xue was only a part of his imagination in the extreme loneliness and morbidity. She is real, but not completely real. Knowing this truth, His feelings for Xie Xue became complicated.

In fact, everything is expected, is not it?

He used to always think that Xie Xue had a bad memory, and he still remembered some things clearly, but she said she had no impression.

He also told her at that time, I really don't know how you got into college with such a memory.

He never suspected that those things might be flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, a wild fantasy in his mind.

That "she" does not exist, is not entirely real.

Even his subconscious mind knew that he was protecting and deceiving himself.

He once wrote the homework of the editorial class, and wrote about a boy who returned to his soul for the first time.The spirit of the dead boy knocked on the teacher's door, and he sat down to eat snacks and drink ginger tea. However, when the teacher woke up the next day, the biscuits on the table—the heart-warming ginger tea was also frozen into ice.

The boy has never been here at all, it is a fake, a soul that does not exist. His brain can make up such a story, isn't it projecting his own imagination of Xie Xue?

Cookies that have never been touched in the story, birthday cakes that have never existed outside the story.

In the story is the heart-warming ginger tea frozen into ice, and outside the story is a heart that is so cold that it is too difficult to beat.

His consciousness is not ignorant.

Even, looking back carefully now, from the perspective of a dreamer, he can distinguish dream from reality.

When he is in a dream, he can't tell the difference between dream and waking, but once he opens his eyes, he can know which ones are real and which ones are fake.

As Xie Qingcheng said, Xie Xue was indeed very kind to him, but that kind of kindness was not unique and not without boundaries.

She regards him as a close friend, but she has many friends, not just He Yu.

He was never special.

This is the truth that excites him more than Xie Xue's liking for others. His emotional support is actually just a phantom.

Even liking this kind of relationship, which is normal for ordinary people, has become a luxury when it comes to him.

He Yu was thinking wildly, but he hadn't had a good rest for a long time, and Xie Qingcheng had a painful week, and he didn't feel any better.The human body simply cannot accept such high-intensity continuous stimulation. Although he was in a mess, he took a few pills, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into the first deep sleep after the club night.

That night, He Yu had a dream.

He dreamed of a pair of deep-set peach blossom eyes, because these eyes had lured him to fall into the peach blossom land countless times before, he thought it was Xie Xue at first.

He thought he was fantasizing again, and the humble hope in his heart turned into the appearance of Xie Xue to comfort himself.

But the dream gradually became clear, and he suddenly realized that those were not a pair of charming eyes.But cold, sharp, hateful, and resolute.And with some embarrassment and helplessness.

He suddenly understood that it was the eyes of Xie Qingcheng who was poured with 59 degrees plum in the box.

Dreams are born of consciousness, and after he understood, everything in his dreams began to materialize.

Once again, he saw Xie Qingcheng's body sunken deep in the black top-layer soft leather sofa, his skin was pale, like a spar placed in a black velvet treasure box cushion, so white that it was almost transparent.The shirt skirt, which was originally clean, was completely soaked in red wine. The fabric was close to the skin, outlining the tight chest muscles, which rose and fell.

Xie Qingcheng was tortured so badly by him that his whole body seemed to be salvaged from the water, covered in sweat.That tight-lined, pure-yang, fierce fire-like body... struggling in the wet water.

Xie Qingcheng couldn't take it anymore, and raised his neck impatiently, grabbed the sofa with his hands, and tried to grab something with his back. His wrist was exposed, and there was a line of thin words on his left wrist—Hereliesonewhosenamewaswritteninwater

He Yu could see that line of words from clearly to vaguely, and finally couldn't see anything clearly. He only felt that the words were like a curse, and his soul was taken out of his body, so he stepped forward in a daze...and his hand was grabbed by Xie Qingcheng.

Peach blossom eyes have become peach blossom miasma.

That emotional, hoarse cry that He Yu had never heard before sounded again in his dream.

Then his lips were panting, his brows and eyes were blurred, and the blue veins on his neck trembled like a snake, almost becoming a demon.

The demon is so evil that there is not even a bone and blood left.

When He Yu woke up, he was still panting fiercely.

The watch on his wrist was cold and dormant, restraining his sweaty arms. He Yu was lying on the big walnut bed in the villa, and what he breathed was the unique sweetness of grass and trees in the mat.The sky outside the window has only a slight gleam of crab blue, not even the buds of light. It is still early, after four o'clock in the morning, and the servants in the villa are sleeping soundly. Only he swims from his dream until he wakes up. The sweat on the back is cold, and the person is cold.

He was covered with a thin autumn blanket around his waist, staring at the ceiling inlaid with brass sheets, these brass linings were like copper mirrors, and he could see himself in bed.

He Yu's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes didn't blink, like a body just spit out by a nightmare.

But the body will not boil with desire, the young man knows that under the thin blanket is covering his unresolved hot debt, and he has overdue from Lu Li's dream to reality.

Desperately begging for some squishy warm comfort.

His fingertips moved slightly on the bed, feeling really crazy.

How could he dream of Xie Qingcheng that night?

He slept with Xie Qingcheng at that time, thinking that he didn't have any lust, he just knew that this way would make Xie Qingcheng lose face the most, but he was crazy at that time, he had no sense at all, he would rather fall into it by himself Even in the mud, Xie Qing was covered in mud, looking at him in a mess.

He originally planned to use the crazy revenge caused by alcohol to put a physical end to the relationship between the two.

He even blocked Xie Qingcheng's wechat after that night, like a scumbag dating a guy, and he didn't plan to contact him again.

But why did he dream of Xie Qingcheng again, dreaming of that hoarse cry that made his waist numb? He is not gay, how could he fall into it?

He Yu closed his eyes, raised his hand to cover his forehead, he was more reluctant to get close to which memory, which memory came up unwillingly, the desire hidden under the thin blanket was stimulated, and began to tell him what is the original nature.

He endured.

Sweat leaked out little by little, and his breathing became cloudy and heavy. He tried his best to avoid this male instinct that disgusted him, but he was still killed on the ground.

He was originally very bloodthirsty, but that night he became addicted to male sex.Before that, he had never kissed anyone, never hugged anyone, and he never went deep into the land of tenderness or tasted the water of love.

A virgin in his twenties is very fatal. At this time, boys are at the peak of physical strength, curious and heavy, and have a lot of free time. There are so many hotels near the university town, which can explain something.Although He Yu is very special in many ways, he is indeed only a 19-year-old boy. He cannot resist the desire of human beings who have been tempted by poisonous snakes since the Garden of Eden.

Boys have eaten it, and when they have eaten it, they will--it is inevitable to think about it.

Inevitably want to.

In the end, he couldn't stand the stimulation, and suddenly lifted the thin blanket, and Mi grabbed the phone roughly.

There is a soft click when the screen is unlocked.

It permeates the ears, but it is like the beating of drums.

He Yu froze for a long time, then moved his fingers stiffly, and clicked on the photo album amid intense self-struggle.

In the photo album, there are several bed photos of Xie Qingcheng who were sleeping soundly at that time. He looked at the screen, and his dream overlapped with reality in an instant.

The details of the photo are clear, even the faint hickey marks on Xie Qingcheng's collarbone can be seen.In an instant, He Yu remembered the fiery passion when the two of them were lingering to death, and the sticky sound of lips and tongues entangled at that time seemed to sound in his ears.

He Yu never opened and browsed these photos after he left the clubhouse that day.

He didn't want to still have some desire for Xie Qingcheng after the relationship ended, so he didn't look at him again.

However, at this time, with some strange thoughts, he opened the heavily protected encrypted file. On the big bed in the villa with blackout curtains, He Yu held up his mobile phone, as if suddenly being thrown down by some heavy object, crushing it. He couldn't breathe in his chest, and the hot and humid picture pressed him to the table, tearing away his masculine nature.

In the picture, Xie Qing was undressed, his forehead was disheveled, and there were bruises at the corners of his mouth, which were bitten by He Yu when they kissed... With just one glance, He Yu suddenly closed his eyes, and turned off his phone all at once.

The boy's hot sweat dripped all over in an instant.

He's crazy?

Heart pounding.

The dance became more and more ridiculous, and he became more and more disgusting.

That's crazy...and he's not gay!

Yes, I must have not slept well, got sick again, and went crazy.

He Yu lost his phone, got out of bed with a livid face, and went into the bathroom with bare feet and a hot body. The sound of cold water kept ringing, and he took half an hour to come out.

After he came out, he logged out of the phone from the photo page, lying on the bed with wet forehead and swiping social networking sites for a while, trying to distract himself as soon as possible.

The Internet at night is not lonely, and sleepless people are still releasing the fireworks of their souls on it.

He Yu swiped for a while, and found that he subconsciously searched for the word "Xie Qingcheng" in the search bar at some point.

... People sometimes do this when they are free. They will subconsciously scribble names that echo in their minds in their notebooks, and typing is the same.

But unconsciously inputting Xie Qingcheng's name was still unacceptable to He Yu, and he felt that it was really evil.

He Yu came back to his senses and wanted to quit, but before he quit, he suddenly noticed a piece of news.