After being seized by the pillow man

At night in late October, Xi Han received a call from Qiao Fei.

Qiao Fei on the other end of the phone said, "Boss, can you come over here, the manager seems to be drunk."

Xi Han asked him to send the address, and drove off by himself.

The address Qiao Fei gave was a well-known Chinese restaurant in Ancheng. If there is a dinner party, he usually chooses there.

Yin Yansheng was sitting on the stone bench with a straight posture, no blush on his face, his white clothes and black trousers were neatly dressed, and his eyes looked dark and dark, which didn't change much from normal.

Just looking down at his left ring finger, rubbing it once or twice from time to time, Qiao Fei followed his movements to see that there was a ring on there.

Qiao Fei: Good guy, although I don't understand, I still feel like I ate a mouthful of dog food.

He sat aside and said tentatively, "Manager, shall I take you home?"

Yin Yansheng frowned slightly, and said coldly, "No, I'll go home by myself."

You dare to drive after drinking a few glasses of wine, do you want to go in?

He rubbed the center of his brows, and when he caught sight of the ring, he made up his mind and called the boss.

As soon as he hung up the phone, he saw Yin Yansheng looking straight at him, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes: "Why did you call Xi Han?"

The tone of voice seemed to have been quenched by winter's frost, with a chill in it.

Qiao Fei: ...

Because he doesn't want to send him off by himself, he can't leave him here.

But Yin Yansheng is his boss, so he can't say that.

Qiao Fei said, "Call the boss to pick you up."

Yin Yansheng took a deep look at him, and warned: "He is very busy, please don't disturb him."

Qiao Fei thought to himself, what's wrong with getting married?How can such a trivial matter be called an interruption?

But these words are hidden in the bottom of his heart, and he will not say it, just said: "I have already told the boss."

"The boss said he's free, and he'll be there in a while." Just as he was talking, his eyes lit up: "Isn't it here?"

But I saw someone walking towards this side, with a tall figure and a handsome face, he was the most eye-catching in the crowd, who was it if it wasn't Xi Han?

Xi Han saw Yin Yansheng sitting on the stone bench at a glance. The night weather was a bit cold, and Yin Yansheng was sitting quietly on the side of the road. Under the neon lights, his skin was dyed with warmth, like a piece of delicate jade.

He was close to Yin Yansheng, and he smelled alcohol at the tip of his nose.

Xi Han asked, "Someone poured alcohol on him?"

Qiao Fei suddenly felt a little nervous. He had met the boss a few times before, and he felt that this person was easy-going and polite, and his words and deeds showed good upbringing and demeanor. Now his tone could not distinguish between emotions and anger, but he always felt that the other person's eyes were a little gloomy. No matter what, the words came out with a bit of coldness.

Qiao Fei explained anxiously: "The boss misunderstood, no one was drinking, it was an ordinary dinner after the completion of the project, and the other party had a few drinks with us."

There are only seven or eight glasses of wine, small cups, and there are probably two or two in one piece. I didn't expect the manager to be drunk.

In fact, he is not considered drunk. He sneaked a few glances and found that Yin Yansheng's state is inappropriate to say that he is drunk. , the rest is instinct.

Xi Han's face softened: "Thank you for your hard work, go back and rest early."

Qiao Fei: "Okay, then I'll go first."

There were two people left beside the stone bench, Xi Han leaned over, and put his palm on the side of Yin Yansheng's face, the temperature under his palm was much higher than usual, he asked, "Yin Yansheng, can you recognize who I am?"

Yin Yansheng looked up at him, his eyes were dull, his lips moved, and he whispered two words: "Xi Han".

Fortunately, not drunk to unconsciousness.

Xi Han held Yin Yansheng's hand: "Let's go, shall we go home?"

His tone was very gentle, with a negotiating tone, imperceptibly conniving.

Yin Yansheng stood up in a daze, and he walked to the side of the car holding his hand.

Xi Han opened the car door, put him in the back seat, and leaned over to help him fasten his seat belt, Yin Yansheng only stared at him from the beginning to the end.

That gaze, how should I put it, is like a child who sees something he loves and is reluctant to even blink.

Xi Han laughed, closed the car door and sat in the driver's seat by himself. When he started the car, he saw Yin Yansheng's eyes in the rearview mirror. Those obsidian-like eyes were always open, his eyes were dull, and his expression was a bit lonely. taste.

He paused while holding the steering wheel, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yin Yansheng's eyes lit up little by little, he seemed to want to laugh, but tried his best to hold back, and only whispered: "Why are you back?"

Before Xi Han could speak, he whispered, "Is it because of the weather that the flight is suspended today?"

The lights at night were dim, and the light from the car window reflected Yin Yansheng's brows and eyes. His brows were bright, and there was some secret joy in his expression. The car was silent, only his voice could be heard.

Xi Han was speechless for a while, they always get together less often, when Yin Yansheng was in school, they could see each other once or twice a month, and every time they got together, they would stay at that hotel, and they often spent time together. In the evening, the next day he set out again.

Ancheng's airport is 4E, and there are not many international flights. He can only meet him for one night, but only a dozen hours. The next morning, he hurried to the airport, from Ancheng to Kyoto, and then to a foreign country.

Sometimes Yin Yansheng would go to see him off, and every time he would quietly watch among the crowd, and then the driver would send him back.

In Xi Han's impression, Yin Yansheng didn't seem to have the sadness of parting, there were no those kisses and tears, there was only one goodbye that was often said.

It seemed that Xi Han's departure didn't affect him at all.

Xi Han paused, and his voice was as gentle as the warm sun blooming on the branches in early summer: "Well, the flight was canceled due to heavy fog." He paused for a while, and said softly: "I'm right here, I'm not anywhere. go."

Yin Yansheng looked at him, as if he was considering whether the words were true or false, then he looked at Xi Han and smiled, then closed his eyes and put on a peaceful sleeping face.

After driving into the community, Xi Han helped Yin Yansheng down.

He put his hands on top of Yin Yansheng's head to prevent him from bumping into the side of the car.

The originally drunk person was very obedient at this time, and he didn't make any noise on the road. He was led by Xi Han to the house, and even squatted down to change a pair of slippers.

Then he started to unbutton his own shirt. His fingers seemed to be a little disobedient, and he couldn't undo the collar button no matter what, so he just frowned and yanked it arbitrarily.

Yin Yansheng's skin was pale, and there were red marks on his neck when the neckline was pulled. Xi Han's eyebrows twitched, and he started to untie it for him: "Change into pajamas, right? Which one do you want to wear?"

Yin Yan sounded a little tired, his chin was resting on Xi Han's neck, his hair was rubbing against Xi Han's neck, his breath was hotter than usual, his arms were still around Xi Han's waist, and he whispered like that: "No, I want to take a bath .”

Xi Han's breath stagnated: "Are you planning to torment me tonight?"

How can a drunk person wash by himself? When the time comes, he will go in to help, and you don't need to think about the situation in the bathroom.

But a certain person didn't think so much, and asked, "Why are you torturing you?"

Xi Han stretched out his hand to take off half of his clothes, and went to put water in the bathtub: "You didn't torment me, I tormented myself."

Yin Yansheng seemed satisfied, closed his eyes and said 'um', "I won't..." The last few words were murmured, but Xi Han didn't hear clearly.

He took him to the bathroom, took a quick shower, dried his body with a large bath towel, put on his clothes and covered him with a quilt, Yin Yansheng nestled between the beds, his pillow was sunken, and his hair was messy.

Xi Han took a few glances and thought that he should be fine before going to wash himself. He walked into the room wrapped in steam very fast. As soon as he got into bed, the person next to him who had his eyes closed opened them again, and called softly: "Xi Han cold."

Xi Han stared at him with lowered eyes, and then smiled lowly: "It seems that I can't be a man tonight."