After being seized by the pillow man

The sun in the morning was very good, the sky was high and the clouds were rare, and the gravel road under the sun was slightly hot. Today, there was a non-professional race at the Kyoto Ruiqi Circuit. It was not an open day, and there were not many people inside.

Scattered people, most of them are races organized by the rich second generation. The professional lanes are safe, and they come here to play a few times when they are free.

It may also be a bet or a fight, and the outcome will be seen on the racing track.

Feng Yiran stretched out his hand and waved in front of the man sitting in the rest area: "What's wrong with you, you're not energetic?" Then he waved in front of the man sitting next to him: "And you, Jiang Yu, you two What's wrong?"

At ten o'clock in the morning, the two of them still looked like they hadn't woken up, and their minds were wandering.

The point is that staying in the old house is boring. The Jiang family's uncle has left, along with their entire family, Feng Yiran's parents and Jiang Huimin have also left, leaving only the three of them.

In fact, among the Jiang family's children, the three of them spent the most time in the old house.

Needless to say, Xi Han never lived with Jiang Huimin since he came to Jiang's house. Feng Yiran also lived here when he was a child, and Jiang Yu often came to the old house.

In fact, when I think about it, this is quite interesting. Generally, when I was young, I spent a lot of time with my grandparents, and I am more willing to go back when I grow up.

Maybe this is how people get along with each other, and they get along with each other and then produce intimacy.

Feng Yiran looked at those two who stayed in the room all day, like a lady from ancient times who didn't leave the house, so he really couldn't stand it and brought them out to play.

He also has an investment in this racing track and is considered a shareholder.

Xi Han blinked his eyes very slowly. He was wearing a white coat and black trousers underneath.

He rubbed his forehead and lazily said, "I'm a little sleepy."

After making a phone call last night, he couldn't fall asleep, and he didn't close his eyes until around three o'clock in the morning. This morning, he was woken up by Feng Yiran.

Feng Yiran stared at Xi Han for a few seconds, then looked at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu leaned forward, looked at the field seriously, and said softly, "I like that blue sports car."

Feng Yiran turned his head to look over, and saw a blue Porsche speeding past on the track, its streamlined figure left afterimages, and the stones splashed on the gravel road, even when turning a corner Slowing down, the car almost fell over due to centrifugal force several times.

There are professional racing cars on the field, and there are also these touring cars modified by the second generation ancestors. As far as the owner of the blue Porsche is concerned, the wear of the right rear wheel after the end of the field is afraid that it will be scrapped. I have seen money-burning cars, but I have never seen this. Like burning money.

Xi Han took a look and sat up slightly.

Feng Yiran took his actions into his eyes: "Go up and play?"

There must be a place for drag racing, you can't run rampant on the main road in Kyoto.

Xi Han moved, and stood up in the next second: "Let's go." Finally, he turned around and looked at Jiang Yu, signaling with his eyes whether he should go or not.

Jiang Yu shook his head lightly, still looking gentle and refined. He looked away from the field: "No, you two go."

Xi Han and Jiang Yu didn't choose the curve, but went to the 0-400 straight track next to the track. There are no rules, just speed up the timing run.

The two of them didn't make any fuss, and simply enjoyed the thrill of stepping on the gas pedal. The referee timed the time separately, and the two cars rushed out.

The speed increased to the extreme in a few seconds, and the adrenaline also soared at the same time. These few seconds were extremely focused, as if there was no need to think about anything.

When the last timer stopped, Xi Han stopped the car.

The car beside Feng Yiran stopped immediately, and the wheels made a harsh sound on the ground: "Why don't you play anymore?"

The two played for about 40 minutes.

Xi Han unbuckled his seat belt and took off his helmet: "I don't really think about it."

It has been many years since he stepped on the gas pedal without any scruples. Ten years ago, he liked this feeling, but now he always feels that it is not as interesting as before.

Feng Yiran raised his eyebrows and came down: "Then let's have a look."

Just returning to the place just now, Jiang Yu disappeared.

The referee stood on the stand, Feng Yiran looked at the track: "Is that Jiang Yu?"

On the track, two cars are running one behind the other, and the car behind is chasing the one in front closely. The car behind is imitating any movement of the blue Porsche, and at the same time is chasing closely. It is obvious Playing a drift race.

The sun over there was a bit strong, Xi Han squinted his eyes: "It's him."

Feng Yiran fixed his eyes tightly: "I didn't expect him to play."

I was just sitting and watching, but in the blink of an eye I was playing drift with others.

Seeing the blue car getting closer and closer behind him, Feng Yiran smiled: "Jiang Yu won."

This is a scoring system. The following car imitates the speed and angle of the front car drifting, etc. The ever-shrinking distance is the scoring range to be considered.

Xi Han gathered everything into his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Not necessarily."

The owner of the Porsche drives extremely arrogantly and domineeringly, not like a kind person.

Just as Feng Yiran was about to speak, he heard a loud noise. The two cars on the track collided with each other, and the dust flew up for a moment, like thunder from the sky on the flat ground. It was deafening.

The back of the car was directly dented, and after a brief stop, it continued on without hesitation until it reached the finish line.

The car behind slammed on the brakes just now, but now the speed has slowed down significantly, and it has no intention of chasing it, driving towards the finish line at a constant speed.

Feng Yiran couldn't hold back: "Fuck!"

Who the hell is so desperate!

The two walked towards the track, Xi Han watched Jiang Yu come down, frowned and said, "Are you okay?"

Jiang Yu closed her eyes, lifted her hand to remove the helmet, and said with a smile, "It's okay."

I took it just now and was pulled back by the seat belt, but now it's just a little stuffy in my chest.

He looked ahead, and the door of the blue car that had been scrapped was opened, and the person inside casually held the helmet in his hand. His appearance was very delicate, but his eyes were dark and his temperament was dull. He looked like a perverse master.

Xu Shi felt the gaze from here, he turned around, narrowed his eyes slowly, sneered, and mouthed: Don't try to win.

Arrogant and unbearable to the extreme.

Jiang Yu twirled her fingers lightly, her face as calm as ever.

Feng Yiran was about to explode with rage, he gritted his teeth and said another curse word: "Why is this lunatic here?!"

After seeing the eyes of the two, he explained: "The members of the Yan family were originally in Dongcheng, and no one dared to mess with them."

Xi Han raised his brows slightly, Feng Yiran felt a little interesting that no one dared to provoke him.

Feng Yiran took a deep breath, turned to look at Jiang Yu: "I'm sorry."

Jiang Yu smiled and said it was all right.

Now that I have no intention of playing, the three of them went back in the car.

During this time, Jiang Yu kept looking out of the car, Xi Han glanced thoughtfully, perhaps feeling his gaze, the former turned his head, smiled for some unknown reason, and said with a sigh: "It's so beautiful ,dont you agree?"

Xi Han glanced at Feng Yiran who was still angry, and tapped his fingers lightly, with a delicate mood.

In fact, many people like racing, and it doesn't necessarily mean that it is a game for the rich. Over the past few years, activities such as civilian racing have been continuously launched, attracting more and more people to participate.

Qiao Fei was the one who was attracted.

He is on vacation today and came to the racing track in Ancheng. Today is the open day, and he can run for a day for [-] yuan.

There are rich second-generation and working-class enthusiasts. Everyone makes friends by car, and they are all friends when they come and go.

He entered the lobby, where there were various simulators, and the screens displayed events from various places, and of course there were countless show operations.

Just like at this time, the screen shows two cars fighting. The car in front bends directly to let the car behind hit it. After the scene is chaotic, the picture changes. A pair of hands opens the car door to bring out the people inside. The monitoring of the scene is extremely He took a clear picture of the man's face.

Clear outline, cool and deep.

Qiao Fei was stunned, isn't this the boss?

He was afraid that he might not see it clearly, so he jumped back and watched it a few times before he was sure that it was really their boss, Xi Han.

Just as he was thinking, a laugh came from behind him: "Do you like the car on the screen?" On the screen was a red sports car.

The person who said this was the son of the boss here, named Gao Wei, who was about the same age as Qiao Fei, and they got along quite well.

Qiao Fei said, "No."

He pressed the pause button and said to Gao Wei, "This man is the boss of my company."

Gao Wei nodded his chin, thinking that this person looked familiar, but later he remembered that his mother had mentioned it. He was going to introduce someone to his sister, but when he heard that they were all married, his mother felt sorry for it for a long time.

He said: "This person once had a chance to become my brother-in-law."

Qiao Fei: "...No way?" Judging from the boss's sexual orientation, even if it's not a bit worse, he can't be a brother-in-law.

Gao Wei saw that his expression was too reluctant, so he said more: "Really, he got married very early. Back then, my mother attended some kind of party. She was going to match my sister, but he admitted that he was married. gone."

Qiao Fei breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's how it is." This makes sense, Yin Yansheng got married after graduation.

Gao Wei responded: "Things that don't make sense, it's been three or four years." It's just that his mother has a group photo, this person is sitting next to an old lady, this photo was developed and pasted on the wall, before he Mom also said it twice, so I remember it very clearly.

Qiao Fei felt an auditory hallucination in his ears: "Did he get married three or four years ago?" What kind of marriage did he get married? Same-sex marriage has only been legal for two years. Do you draw a marriage certificate yourself? !

Gao Wei said: "Can I remember this correctly? My sister's child is now two years old. Didn't it happen three or four years ago? His name is... Xi Han, right?"

Really fucking right.

Qiao Fei closed his mouth.

What to do, it seems that I know a terrible thing.

He also took a day off. There was a wedding banquet at noon, and the company Xiaowei got married. Most of the people in their company paid their share and went to the hotel to have dinner together at noon.

When they arrived at the hotel, most of the company's people sat together, and Qiao Fei glanced at Yin Yansheng from time to time.

Yin Yansheng poked the meat on his plate with his chopsticks: "Are you okay?"

Qiao Fei's expression was a little unnatural. He looked at the bride on the red carpet and asked for nothing, "I wonder how long Xiaowei and her boyfriend have been talking for?"

Yin Yan's voice was a little strange, and he said, "How do I know?"

Qiao Fei said cautiously: "I remember you had a long conversation with the boss."

I was a roommate in college, but I can't hide it.

If he remembered correctly, Yin Yansheng had been going out with a very regular frequency since his sophomore year.

Yin Yansheng responded lightly, which was an admission.

Qiao Fei swallowed his saliva and dared not speak any more.

His heart seemed to be scratched by a cat's paw, a few guesses flashed through his mind quickly, his lips moved, but he swallowed all the words in the end.

The bride on the red carpet is beautiful, with a bright smile on her face, surrounded by family and friends, gathered together to send blessings to the couple.

Yin Yansheng gently stroked the ring on his hand with his fingertips. In fact, his marriage to Xi Han was very simple.

In other words, from being together to getting married is very simple, calm like a pool of water, never having any waves.

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