After being seized by the pillow man

Yin Yansheng put the car back in the garage, and took the elevator with Xi Han out from the main entrance.

He held Yin Yansheng's hand.

Yin Yansheng's hands are very beautiful, with fine joints and white fingers, but they are not delicate when held in his hands. His palms are dry and there are thin calluses on the inside of his fingers, which is very typical of boys' hands.

Xi Han stroked it with his thumb, and led him out.

In Ancheng in the evening, the wind is blowing, the sky is covered with clouds and the setting sun, and there are tall buildings in sight. When people walk here, they seem very small.

Walking out of the office building, he stepped onto the sidewalk in a short while.

Yin Yansheng walked inside and suddenly said, "This is the new campus of the University of Technology."

Ancheng University of Technology, a long-established engineering college, one of the top 10 universities in the country, and some of its majors are top in the country.

Xi Han said, "You didn't seem to be here at the beginning?"

Yin Yansheng nodded: "We were in another campus."

It's quite far from here, and the conditions in the new campus are better.

At that time, every time the two met, Xi Han asked someone to pick him up, and then asked the driver to send him back when they parted ways the next day. Three years had passed since they came and went.

In the afternoon, boys and girls came out of the campus one after another.

It is the best years, the face is flamboyant and beautiful, filled with a kind of youthful vitality, the evening wind and autumn moon are carried on the shoulders, occasionally a young couple holding hands walks by, smiling sweetly.

Xi Han looked at Yin Yansheng, the afterglow of the evening shone on Yin Yansheng's face, his skin seemed to glow with a kind of radiance, he had only graduated two years ago, and there was already a clear gap in walking here.

This gap is not in appearance, but in feeling.

The youthful feeling has faded away. Yin Yansheng is wearing white clothes and black trousers. The clothes are smooth and there are no wrinkles. Van left.

As he was walking, he saw a group of men and women coming out of the campus. The boys were wearing suits, and the girls were wearing black dresses, with light makeup on their faces.

It was as if he had just left a banquet.

Yin Yansheng followed his gaze: "It should be related to the school celebration."

The celebration of the University of Technology is at this time. His sophomore year was the school’s centennial celebration. At that time, many alumni scattered all over the country came back to participate and donated tens of millions to the University of Technology. A subsidy of 150 yuan was issued and charged into the meal card.

"School celebration?" Xi Han twirled his fingers, thinking of something, and his eyes were stained with the afterglow of the setting sun, making people's hearts flutter.

Yin Yansheng did some calculations and said, "It should be the 104th anniversary now."

Xi Han responded softly, pinching his fingers.

At this time, he was too gentle, with warm colors between his brows, a rare warmth.

Going forward, there is a food street.

There are food trucks on the open-air street, and the scents of various delicacies are mixed together, all kinds of fried skewers, squid on iron plate, ice powder in the mobile dining car, and the neon light boards above the head are shining brightly.

Here are the most realistic fireworks.

Yin Yansheng looked at Xi Han: "Are you going in?"

Xi Han looks out of place here, his shirt jacket is also a top style, his shoulders are broad and his legs are long like a male model.

Yin Yansheng's eyes were dark and moist, and his pupils were black and white, and when he looked at people steadily, he looked like the eyes of a cub, very pure black and white.

Those expectations are not obvious, very little, as if Xi Han's going or not can't have any influence on him.

Xi Han said, "Let's go and see."

The two entered from the street, and there were many people on the food street, most of them were young men and women, and groups of girls were holding a cup of milk tea.

Seeing the milk tea in their hands, Xi Han asked Yin Yansheng, "Do you want to drink it?"

Yin Yansheng looked up at the surrounding milk tea shops, pursed his lips: "I don't want to drink."

Xi Han smiled, tilted his head and smiled deep into his ear: "Do you think it's a girl's drink?"

It may be because of family education, he subconsciously feels that boys are rougher.

The smile is deep, the voice is very clear, and even the pinnae are numb.

Yin Yansheng turned his head away: "No."

The bright light from the neon lights scattered on his face, and the cold white skin showed a delicate feeling. Xi Han couldn't help pinching his face: "These don't have to be for girls, boys can too. There is no rule Girls have a sweet tooth or like pink."

He let go of Yin Yansheng's hand, turned around and went to the nearest milk tea shop.

Seeing the words on the signboard of the milk tea shop, Xi Han fell into a brief silence.

The clerk looked up and saw the handsome guy, smiled and said, "Hello, what do you want to drink?" She pointed her finger at it: "We have newly launched this flavor in our store."

At this time Yin Yansheng also came in, Xi Han beckoned him to come over: "What flavor do you want to drink?"

Yin Yansheng took a few glances and chose the one with red beans.He glanced at Xi Han, and silently chose a less sweet one.

Xi Jiaojiao doesn't like sweets.

There were a lot of people queuing up in the store, and the two sat on the high stools provided and waited.

A girl with a round face patted her best friend: "Xiao Ke Xiao Ke, look over there, there are two men at two o'clock."

The girl named Xiao Ke turned her head and looked over, her eyes widened instantly: "I'll go, why is it so beautiful."

With the legalization of same-sex marriage, you can occasionally see men walking together on the street, but I have never seen such a handsome man.

She lowered her voice: "You block me, I'll take a photo."

The companion whispered: "That's not good, it's not polite to take a sneak shot like this."

Xiao Ke took out the phone from the bag, turned off the flash and made a selfie: "It's okay, just a few of us take a look, and I won't spread it to the outside world." Then, he clicked to take a photo.

Yin Yansheng was sitting with Xi Han, but saw the other party suddenly stood up and walked to the side, and then said something unknown, a girl carrying a messenger bag suddenly blushed.

She swiped the screen a few times with her mobile phone, then bowed her head and talked about the conversation.

After a while, Xi Han came over.

Yin Yansheng leaned his arms on the table and saw Xi Han coming: "You were photographed just now?"

Combined with the girl's actions just now, it is not difficult to guess what happened.

Xi Han said: "The filming of the two of us has already been deleted."

The light of the milk tea shop is bright white, so it looks cold on Xi Han's face, which is a sense of alienation and politeness.

When Xi Han was not smiling, there was a coldness between his brows, a kind of indifference that repulsed others thousands of miles away, and it seemed that he was not easy to get along with.

Yin Yansheng's eyes fell on the place where the two girls were standing just now. The milk tea shop is quite big, and the place to order food is at least six meters away from where they were sitting. The distance feels like someone is taking pictures.

He was secretly startled.

The milk tea was ready, Xi Han took two cups, and the two walked out together.

Yin Yansheng inserted the straw himself, and took a sip expressionlessly. The sticky red beans entered his mouth, and he crushed them with his teeth and swallowed.

The two were still walking in. There were a lot of snacks on the road, and fried skewers sizzled in the boiling oil. Xi Han looked at Yin Yansheng and signaled with his eyes: Do you want to eat?

Yin Yansheng shook his head, thought for a while and said, "I really don't want to eat."

Xi Han accompanied him to continue walking inside, and when he passed a store, he smelled a mellow fragrance, and Yin Yan's footsteps paused a little.

Xi Han understood, and went to the store with him.

It is a dessert shop that sells egg waffles. It has a hexagonal interior, and the circles arranged inside are as big as egg yolks. They are baked into golden yellow, rolled up and put in paper bags, then sandwiched with ice cream and sprinkled with crushed nuts. Two chocolate bars.

The clerk saw Yin Yansheng and greeted him warmly: "Hello, what flavor do you want?"

As she spoke, she pointed to the counter. There were various flavors of ice cream inside, and various fruits were placed on the upper layer. Yin Yansheng looked at it and said, "One original flavor." There was nothing in it.

The egg waffles were ready quickly, and Yin Yansheng held them in his hands. When paying, the clerk said, "25 yuan."

Yin Yansheng froze for a moment, then scanned the QR code to pay.

When he came out, he seemed to have something on his mind, and he was a little silent along the way.

Xi Han squeezed his fingers.

Yin Yansheng looked up at him, tore a piece with his hands and handed it to Xi Han.

He raised his hand to look at it, and then said, "I used to sell this at the gate of the school, it's a small piece of two yuan."

"My mom buys it for me a lot."

The night is too gentle, desserts and cakes, snacks when I was young, and... the people beside me.

Most of the surroundings were students, and he seemed to be back on campus, just holding hands with the people he liked.

Humans are creatures with a desire to talk, especially on such a beautiful night, in the bustling city under neon lights, the silhouettes of the two alone overlap, no different from the people around them.

Yin Yansheng talked about his childhood.

The mothers at the school gate, the children carrying schoolbags, and the sweet taste in those memories.

Xi Han is listening beside him, he is a good listener.

After Yin Yansheng finished speaking, he looked at him.

Such heart-to-heart words are like whispers, it is appropriate to sit together in the courtyard and narrate, listen to each other, and then talk about some things about your childhood.

Tell the most intimate thoughts to the closest people.

Yin Yansheng's eyes were the reflection of Xi Han, and he just looked at Xi Han like that.

But Xi Han still didn't say anything.

The author has something to say:

Yin Zai: He didn't say anything.

Author: Just pretend he doesn't have a long mouth. 【no】