The outright heterosexual forgot to blacklist himself from Xie Qingcheng's number again.
He saw Xie Qingcheng many times afterwards, and each time he just wanted to pester him for more hugs, and each time he only remembered when he got home - oops, I forgot to add him back to WeChat.
In fact, He Yu could have just added Xie Qingcheng back to his address book using black technology.
But he didn't do it, because he thought it would defeat the purpose of adding to each other.
And Xie Qingcheng's attitude towards him now makes him a little uncomfortable. He doesn't even scold him anymore, he just sleeps with him like he's on business, like he's at work, like he's dealing with a client, and then ignores him.
Or rather, rarely pay any attention to him.
He Yu, at first addicted to sex, gradually feels a bit uncomfortable, wondering where the old Xie Qingcheng has gone, trying to dig out of his body some of the old Xie Qingcheng who used to control him and scold him.
Even if it was a lie, that would allow him to quench his thirst.
But not Xie Qingcheng.
Xie Qingcheng doesn't lie to He Yu anymore.
But in Xie Qingcheng's eyes, there is no longer any He Yu.
The teenager's heart and desires were gradually unsatisfied, and he seemed to have a man who treated him truthfully, but then again, he didn't.
This relationship lasted muddled for some time.
Towards the end of the term, Professor Tse was reinstated.
It was the end of winter, more than two months after the incident with the radio tower, the Qin Ciyan fiasco was over, and the university had quietly invited Xie Qingcheng back to the lectern.
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This was the first time He Yu had gone to see Xie Qingcheng since his reinstatement.
It was good to be reinstated, and He Yu thought Xie Qingcheng might be in a better mood too. So he took three steps up the stairs, breathing hot air under his breath, the keys twirling briskly between his fingers.
"Xie Qingcheng ."
Xie Qingcheng was not there, but a female teacher happened to come down from upstairs.
"You're looking for Professor Xie?" The female teacher surveyed He Yu, standing in front of Xie Qingcheng's door, and took him for the school bully of her own school, Chengmen Lixue, who sought truth and goodness.
She said, "Look in the library, the air conditioning doesn't work very well in this crap dorm in winter, he's probably in the library preparing for a class."
He Yu then went on.
In fact, it was only the beginning of winter, but snow was already falling from the leaden grey sky, and this year's winter in Jiangnan was extraordinarily cold and long.
There were many people in the study room, and he found a remote seat by the window on the third floor before he saw Professor Xie's elegant silhouette. He had lost some weight recently, perhaps because of his age and lack of exercise, and was always up late doing research, as if he had an endless supply of research to do. It's strange, how he has so many papers to write and do and sort out.
Xie Qingcheng's health was getting worse and worse, and He Yu walked over to him and saw him coughing gently.
There was a thermos on his desk. Xie Qingcheng was coughing so hard that he tried to pour himself a lid of warm water, but when he tipped it over he realised it was gone and he was too lazy to get up, so he put the lid on the cup again and picked up his pen to continue writing something in his book.
The tip of the pen rustles across the page.
But then there was a pause - there was a disposable cup loaded with hot water and resting in front of him.
He looked up and met He Yu's almond eyes. The boy had just fetched him water from the library water fountain, then pulled a chair and sat down opposite him.
Xie Qingcheng looks cold, gathers his books and notebooks and prepares to leave.
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The laptop was snapped shut by He Yu.
"Where are you going? There's no seats anywhere else."
Xie Qingcheng wanted to go back to the dormitory, but on second thought, this psycho in the library wasn't going crazy, so if we went back, wouldn't we be shooting ourselves in the foot?
Just sit down again with a sullen face.
He Yu is wearing a white cashmere winter coat today, carrying a shoulder canvas bag and a wide warm scarf, his sharp jawline and thin, somewhat gangly lips are hidden, showing only his canine almond eyes. He looks no different from the well-read academics at the medical school, because of his broad forehead, dark eyebrows and straight nose, he even looks more likeable.
Very gentle looking.
Only Xie Qingcheng knew it was a complete illusion. This man is sick, a sickness that cannot be removed.
And crazy to yourself.
"Xie Qingcheng, I wanted to ask you last time." He Yu, oblivious to the fact that he was being hated, sat calmly in front of Xie Qingcheng, playing with his pen, "Why are you wearing glasses?"
"Naturally, it's because I've seen too many disgusting things and I'm blind."
He Yu was unimpressed and smiled, "How nearsighted are you?"
Xie Qingcheng ignored him and kept his head down to write.
Unexpectedly the young man's hand reached out and took his glasses off the bridge of his nose and gestured them in front of his own eyes.
"So dizzy. How come it's so good, you used to have pretty good eyesight."
Xie Qingcheng took the glasses back with his hand, pinned them to his face and said, "What does this have to do with you?"
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But Xie Qingcheng's use of his eyes is too unrestrained, He Yu knows.
He had to read many large books in a day, books that were often fly-tipped, obscure and difficult, and a normal person could read no more than three lines before meeting the Lord of the Week.
He Yu did not understand why he had to work so hard on his research when he was so young and at the top of his field of study. While others might think that Xie Qingcheng was born with an interest in medicine and would die if he didn't learn it, He Yu knows that Xie Qingcheng's original dream was not to join the medical profession.
He was supposedly not that obsessed with medicine.
Then it might be ......
"Do you enjoy teaching?"
Xie Qingcheng didn't even look up: "I like money."
He was making a list of formulas, which he probably thought were much better than He Yu, and after this he was going to ignore He Yu altogether.
The library demanded silence, and He Yu could not keep talking to Xie Qingcheng to save the medical students around him from their criticism, so he stopped talking. He took a copy of "Save the Cat" from his bag and flipped through it while reflecting on why he, a student of the Art School of Shanghai University, was wasting his time in the library of a medical university with a strict atmosphere.
He looks up and then catches a glimpse of Xie Qingcheng's mobile phone, which he has set aside.
He was watching Xie Qingcheng's reaction when he brought the phone over to him, but unfortunately Xie Qingcheng was so engrossed in writing his lesson plan that he didn't notice He Yu had taken his communication tool.
He Yu wondered if he wouldn't notice even if he kissed him at this time.
With that thought, he got a little dumb inside, but with all the students around, he didn't have the nerve to come out into the open, so he snuffed out the faint fire.
He took Xie Qingcheng's phone and unlocked it.
This time he remembered to add the weibo in person.
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The password was simple, nothing more than 12345, and once the screen was on, He Yu took his WeChat and swiped his QR code to add himself back in.
After all this, he was slightly disappointed to find that Xie Qingcheng was still unresponsive.
He really wanted to make Xie Qingcheng angry with him, so that Xie Qingcheng would not be so visible and hard to hold.
So he thought about it and changed his note on Xie Qingcheng's phone: "Experienced, skilled and handsome man."
Save.
After exiting and looking at it, he decided that he was not the first in the address book and was even behind Chen Man, so he thought about it and fixed the notes again.
"Ah, the experienced skilled and handsome man."
A hit the head and came first as expected.
After doing so, he took his phone and sent Xie Qingcheng an emoji he had made when he was bored. The emoji was also very good, as he had combined the sleeping face of Xie Qingcheng he had taken at the club with a selfie of himself leaning on a pillow.
He thought the image was quite nice and harmonious, and added some floating translucent jellyfish effects to it, plus the earthy text Good Morning.
"Ding-dong."
The sound of the message brought Xie Qingcheng back to his senses and he found the phone in He Yu's hand, grabbing it with a stern face, "What are you doing?"
He Yu didn't say anything and let him take the phone away from him, looking at him with askance eyes, finally seeing Xie Qingcheng's face turn from white to blue after seeing the note and the emoji pack as he wished. Although Xie Qingcheng had already seen the photo, he was still shocked to see such a silly photo pictorial emoji pack and such a stupid note.
"He Yu!"
A fierce tone of voice.
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He Yu was happy: "Professor, mind the occasion, you concentrate on your book. I'll mute my voice and play with my phone."
With that, he calmly picked up his mobile phone and crossed it over to the zombie under Xie Qingcheng's sharp gaze.
Xie Qingcheng's face was like iron, he deleted the stupid emoji, got up abruptly, packed his books and prepared to leave.
He Yu's long legs on the table
Xie Qingcheng ignored him.
He Yu was even more gentle, softly whispering a few words, "Or do you want to go home?"
Xie Qingcheng looked like he was close to exploding, but he finally weighed the pros and cons, clenched his back teeth and sat down again. But he was in no mood to read, so he heaved his notebook shut and turned his head to look out of the window.
The first flurries of snow are beautiful, but like He Yu, they are a beautiful and biting thing.
He Yu just plays his own games.
After two games, I was about to have a chat with Xie Qingcheng when two girls from the medical university approached their table hesitantly, not to ask the professor a question, but to...
"Please, please, are you He Yu?"
"What's wrong?"
Meeting his gaze, the two girls immediately blushed like boiled shrimps.
"We ...... we watched The Hundred Sick Students school play earlier and thought you were so handsome and wanted to ask you if we could ......"
"Can we both get an autograph."
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"Is it okay to just be in my book?"
"I want to sign the book bag on ......"
He Yu paused for a moment, and then he finally looked at Xie Qingcheng with a smile: "- can you lend me a pen, Professor Xie?"
"I have a pen I have a pen!"
"I have one too! Do you want a biro or a water pen?"
He Yu only looked at Xie Qingcheng, and his thin lips were covered in a smile, naturally a little smug and naturally gentle: "I want a pen."
Few people carry pens these days.
But Xie Qingcheng has one on hand.
The two girls were not Xie Qingcheng's students, but Xie Qingcheng was also considered a well-known figure in the medical university and they recognised it, so they spoke hesitantly, "Professor Xie, can you ......"
"May I borrow, borrow your pen?" The other, bolder one, followed her companion's words.
Xie Qingcheng and He Yu's eyes met silently, and Xie Qingcheng was about to say that he couldn't, but then he decided that he would be talking a lot more to He Yu, so he said coldly.
"...... is fine. Take it."
"Thank you! Thank you!" The girl leapt over his old man's signature pen and handed it to He Yu attentively.
When He Yu saw that Xie Qingcheng had lost the heat of the living again, his smile faded a little. A little more, not too dry."
"......"
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He thought Xie Qingcheng would have refused this time.
Xie Qingcheng glanced at him with a cold face, unscrewed the ink bottle without any expression, drew some blue ink and threw it to He Yu: "Take it."
"......" He was indifferent, he didn't care, and He Yu's heart clogged up.
The young man did not smile at all and took it, touching his fingers, if anything, to Xie Qingcheng's: "Thank you."
The two girls got He Yu's autograph and held it to their chests as if it were a treasure. The best friends exchanged a look of undisguised excitement and plucked up the courage to...
"That-"
"So can we add a wechat?"
Xie Qingcheng did not mind them, but he was not deaf and the conversations were being listened to in his ears.
He thought that He Yu, with his fake politeness, was bound to say yes to the girls' little request. But to his surprise, He Yu did not nod this time, but politely refused them.
The girls were a little disappointed, but delighted to see the autographs in their arms.
The two men thanked He Yu and went on their way with great enthusiasm.
Xie Qingcheng, without raising his head, minded his own paper: "Why did you refuse them."
He Yu was all energized by this very light question he asked, the invisible tail wagging like Xiao Long with renewed spirit, "Ah, why should I say yes to them?"
"You relish in it."
"You only look at appearances." He Yu paused, "I only add people who can give me pleasure now."
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Xie Qingcheng said lightly, "Then you can delete me too."
He Yu stared at him for a moment, then literally opened his phone again in front of him, flipped open the messaging app, and then-
With Xie Qingcheng's gaze, Lara marked Xie Qingcheng with a top.
Xie Qingcheng: "......"
[Please open the words, don't block them, there are more than 1000 words of unbilled episodes inside the words. You can read these for free.
Don't be surprised to see a new locking chapter, yes, or maligned].
The outright heterosexual forgot to blacklist himself from Xie Qingcheng's number again.
He saw Xie Qingcheng many times afterwards, and each time he just wanted to pester him for more hugs, and each time he only remembered when he got home - oops, I forgot to add him back to WeChat.
In fact, He Yu could have just added Xie Qingcheng back to his address book using black technology.
But he didn't do it, because he thought it would defeat the purpose of adding to each other.
And Xie Qingcheng's attitude towards him now makes him a little uncomfortable. He doesn't even scold him anymore, he just sleeps with him like he's on business, like he's at work, like he's dealing with a client, and then ignores him.
Or rather, rarely pay any attention to him.
He Yu, at first addicted to sex, gradually feels a bit uncomfortable, wondering where the old Xie Qingcheng has gone, trying to dig out of his body some of the old Xie Qingcheng who used to control him and scold him.
Even if it was a lie, that would allow him to quench his thirst.
But not Xie Qingcheng.
Xie Qingcheng doesn't lie to He Yu anymore.
But in Xie Qingcheng's eyes, there is no longer any He Yu.
The teenager's heart and desires were gradually unsatisfied, and he seemed to have a man who treated him truthfully, but then again, he didn't.
This relationship lasted muddled for some time.
Towards the end of the term, Professor Tse was reinstated.
It was the end of winter, more than two months after the incident with the radio tower, the Qin Ciyan fiasco was over, and the university had quietly invited Xie Qingcheng back to the lectern.
Advertisement
This was the first time He Yu had gone to see Xie Qingcheng since his reinstatement.
It was good to be reinstated, and He Yu thought Xie Qingcheng might be in a better mood too. So he took three steps up the stairs, breathing hot air under his breath, the keys twirling briskly between his fingers.
"Xie Qingcheng ."
Xie Qingcheng was not there, but a female teacher happened to come down from upstairs.
"You're looking for Professor Xie?" The female teacher surveyed He Yu, standing in front of Xie Qingcheng's door, and took him for the school bully of her own school, Chengmen Lixue, who sought truth and goodness.
She said, "Look in the library, the air conditioning doesn't work very well in this crap dorm in winter, he's probably in the library preparing for a class."
He Yu then went on.
In fact, it was only the beginning of winter, but snow was already falling from the leaden grey sky, and this year's winter in Jiangnan was extraordinarily cold and long.
There were many people in the study room, and he found a remote seat by the window on the third floor before he saw Professor Xie's elegant silhouette. He had lost some weight recently, perhaps because of his age and lack of exercise, and was always up late doing research, as if he had an endless supply of research to do. It's strange, how he has so many papers to write and do and sort out.
Xie Qingcheng's health was getting worse and worse, and He Yu walked over to him and saw him coughing gently.
There was a thermos on his desk. Xie Qingcheng was coughing so hard that he tried to pour himself a lid of warm water, but when he tipped it over he realised it was gone and he was too lazy to get up, so he put the lid on the cup again and picked up his pen to continue writing something in his book.
The tip of the pen rustles across the page.
But then there was a pause - there was a disposable cup loaded with hot water and resting in front of him.
He looked up and met He Yu's almond eyes. The boy had just fetched him water from the library water fountain, then pulled a chair and sat down opposite him.
Xie Qingcheng looks cold, gathers his books and notebooks and prepares to leave.
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The laptop was snapped shut by He Yu.
"Where are you going? There's no seats anywhere else."
Xie Qingcheng wanted to go back to the dormitory, but on second thought, this psycho in the library wasn't going crazy, so if we went back, wouldn't we be shooting ourselves in the foot?
Just sit down again with a sullen face.
He Yu is wearing a white cashmere winter coat today, carrying a shoulder canvas bag and a wide warm scarf, his sharp jawline and thin, somewhat gangly lips are hidden, showing only his canine almond eyes. He looks no different from the well-read academics at the medical school, because of his broad forehead, dark eyebrows and straight nose, he even looks more likeable.
Very gentle looking.
Only Xie Qingcheng knew it was a complete illusion. This man is sick, a sickness that cannot be removed.
And crazy to yourself.
"Xie Qingcheng, I wanted to ask you last time." He Yu, oblivious to the fact that he was being hated, sat calmly in front of Xie Qingcheng, playing with his pen, "Why are you wearing glasses?"
"Naturally, it's because I've seen too many disgusting things and I'm blind."
He Yu was unimpressed and smiled, "How nearsighted are you?"
Xie Qingcheng ignored him and kept his head down to write.
Unexpectedly the young man's hand reached out and took his glasses off the bridge of his nose and gestured them in front of his own eyes.
"So dizzy. How come it's so good, you used to have pretty good eyesight."
Xie Qingcheng took the glasses back with his hand, pinned them to his face and said, "What does this have to do with you?"
Advertisement
But Xie Qingcheng's use of his eyes is too unrestrained, He Yu knows.
He had to read many large books in a day, books that were often fly-tipped, obscure and difficult, and a normal person could read no more than three lines before meeting the Lord of the Week.
He Yu did not understand why he had to work so hard on his research when he was so young and at the top of his field of study. While others might think that Xie Qingcheng was born with an interest in medicine and would die if he didn't learn it, He Yu knows that Xie Qingcheng's original dream was not to join the medical profession.
He was supposedly not that obsessed with medicine.
Then it might be ......
"Do you enjoy teaching?"
Xie Qingcheng didn't even look up: "I like money."
He was making a list of formulas, which he probably thought were much better than He Yu, and after this he was going to ignore He Yu altogether.
The library demanded silence, and He Yu could not keep talking to Xie Qingcheng to save the medical students around him from their criticism, so he stopped talking. He took a copy of "Save the Cat" from his bag and flipped through it while reflecting on why he, a student of the Art School of Shanghai University, was wasting his time in the library of a medical university with a strict atmosphere.
He looks up and then catches a glimpse of Xie Qingcheng's mobile phone, which he has set aside.
He was watching Xie Qingcheng's reaction when he brought the phone over to him, but unfortunately Xie Qingcheng was so engrossed in writing his lesson plan that he didn't notice He Yu had taken his communication tool.
He Yu wondered if he wouldn't notice even if he kissed him at this time.
With that thought, he got a little dumb inside, but with all the students around, he didn't have the nerve to come out into the open, so he snuffed out the faint fire.
He took Xie Qingcheng's phone and unlocked it.
This time he remembered to add the weibo in person.
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The password was simple, nothing more than 12345, and once the screen was on, He Yu took his WeChat and swiped his QR code to add himself back in.
After all this, he was slightly disappointed to find that Xie Qingcheng was still unresponsive.
He really wanted to make Xie Qingcheng angry with him, so that Xie Qingcheng would not be so visible and hard to hold.
So he thought about it and changed his note on Xie Qingcheng's phone: "Experienced, skilled and handsome man."
Save.
After exiting and looking at it, he decided that he was not the first in the address book and was even behind Chen Man, so he thought about it and fixed the notes again.
"Ah, the experienced skilled and handsome man."
A hit the head and came first as expected.
After doing so, he took his phone and sent Xie Qingcheng an emoji he had made when he was bored. The emoji was also very good, as he had combined the sleeping face of Xie Qingcheng he had taken at the club with a selfie of himself leaning on a pillow.
He thought the image was quite nice and harmonious, and added some floating translucent jellyfish effects to it, plus the earthy text Good Morning.
"Ding-dong."
The sound of the message brought Xie Qingcheng back to his senses and he found the phone in He Yu's hand, grabbing it with a stern face, "What are you doing?"
He Yu didn't say anything and let him take the phone away from him, looking at him with askance eyes, finally seeing Xie Qingcheng's face turn from white to blue after seeing the note and the emoji pack as he wished. Although Xie Qingcheng had already seen the photo, he was still shocked to see such a silly photo pictorial emoji pack and such a stupid note.
"He Yu!"
A fierce tone of voice.
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He Yu was happy: "Professor, mind the occasion, you concentrate on your book. I'll mute my voice and play with my phone."
With that, he calmly picked up his mobile phone and crossed it over to the zombie under Xie Qingcheng's sharp gaze.
Xie Qingcheng's face was like iron, he deleted the stupid emoji, got up abruptly, packed his books and prepared to leave.
He Yu's long legs on the table
Xie Qingcheng ignored him.
He Yu was even more gentle, softly whispering a few words, "Or do you want to go home?"
Xie Qingcheng looked like he was close to exploding, but he finally weighed the pros and cons, clenched his back teeth and sat down again. But he was in no mood to read, so he heaved his notebook shut and turned his head to look out of the window.
The first flurries of snow are beautiful, but like He Yu, they are a beautiful and biting thing.
He Yu just plays his own games.
After two games, I was about to have a chat with Xie Qingcheng when two girls from the medical university approached their table hesitantly, not to ask the professor a question, but to...
"Please, please, are you He Yu?"
"What's wrong?"
Meeting his gaze, the two girls immediately blushed like boiled shrimps.
"We ...... we watched The Hundred Sick Students school play earlier and thought you were so handsome and wanted to ask you if we could ......"
"Can we both get an autograph."
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"Is it okay to just be in my book?"
"I want to sign the book bag on ......"
He Yu paused for a moment, and then he finally looked at Xie Qingcheng with a smile: "- can you lend me a pen, Professor Xie?"
"I have a pen I have a pen!"
"I have one too! Do you want a biro or a water pen?"
He Yu only looked at Xie Qingcheng, and his thin lips were covered in a smile, naturally a little smug and naturally gentle: "I want a pen."
Few people carry pens these days.
But Xie Qingcheng has one on hand.
The two girls were not Xie Qingcheng's students, but Xie Qingcheng was also considered a well-known figure in the medical university and they recognised it, so they spoke hesitantly, "Professor Xie, can you ......"
"May I borrow, borrow your pen?" The other, bolder one, followed her companion's words.
Xie Qingcheng and He Yu's eyes met silently, and Xie Qingcheng was about to say that he couldn't, but then he decided that he would be talking a lot more to He Yu, so he said coldly.
"...... is fine. Take it."
"Thank you! Thank you!" The girl leapt over his old man's signature pen and handed it to He Yu attentively.
When He Yu saw that Xie Qingcheng had lost the heat of the living again, his smile faded a little. A little more, not too dry."
"......"
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He thought Xie Qingcheng would have refused this time.
Xie Qingcheng glanced at him with a cold face, unscrewed the ink bottle without any expression, drew some blue ink and threw it to He Yu: "Take it."
"......" He was indifferent, he didn't care, and He Yu's heart clogged up.
The young man did not smile at all and took it, touching his fingers, if anything, to Xie Qingcheng's: "Thank you."
The two girls got He Yu's autograph and held it to their chests as if it were a treasure. The best friends exchanged a look of undisguised excitement and plucked up the courage to...
"That-"
"So can we add a wechat?"
Xie Qingcheng did not mind them, but he was not deaf and the conversations were being listened to in his ears.
He thought that He Yu, with his fake politeness, was bound to say yes to the girls' little request. But to his surprise, He Yu did not nod this time, but politely refused them.
The girls were a little disappointed, but delighted to see the autographs in their arms.
The two men thanked He Yu and went on their way with great enthusiasm.
Xie Qingcheng, without raising his head, minded his own paper: "Why did you refuse them."
He Yu was all energized by this very light question he asked, the invisible tail wagging like Xiao Long with renewed spirit, "Ah, why should I say yes to them?"
"You relish in it."
"You only look at appearances." He Yu paused, "I only add people who can give me pleasure now."
Advertisement
Xie Qingcheng said lightly, "Then you can delete me too."
He Yu stared at him for a moment, then literally opened his phone again in front of him, flipped open the messaging app, and then-
With Xie Qingcheng's gaze, Lara marked Xie Qingcheng with a top.
Xie Qingcheng: "......"
[Please open the words, don't block them, there are more than 1000 words of unbilled episodes inside the words. You can read these for free.
Don't be surprised to see a new locking chapter, yes, or maligned].
