After being seized by the pillow man

Yin Yansheng looked up at him, cigarette butts and green smoke floated upwards from the corner of the desk, the faint smoke could be seen in the shadow on the wall, there was no trace of surprise on his face, just a kind of calm like a deep pool.

He already knew these things.

The corners of Yin Yansheng's lips trembled, feeling powerless for the first time.

He seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and no matter how hard he struggled, he just sank deeper and deeper in vain.

Xi Han got up quietly, he passed Yin Yansheng and walked straight out, casually took the coat that was draped on the sofa, followed by the sound of the door opening, with a soft click, and the room returned to silence.

Yin Yansheng didn't move at all.

He watched the man get up, and watched him walk out with his clothes, until he heard the sound of the door being locked, and he seemed to come back to his senses.

Various emotions flashed in his eyes, and finally he lowered his eyes and slowly squatted on the ground, hugging himself like a small animal.

Yin Yansheng thought absentmindedly, the sword of Damocles above his head finally fell down.

Behind him was the cold door, and after the sound of closing the door just now, the lights in the corridor were turned on, and the corridor was empty in a residential area with one household on each floor.

This kind of steps is hardly ever walked by, and there is a layer of dust on it, Xi Han will not care about it now, he throws his coat on the ground and sits on it.

He used to sit in the corridor when he was a child.

After school, there was no one at home, so he sat in the corridor and waited. The dark stairs and the dark green safe passage signs were things that often appeared in his memory.

Quietly, the abyss is probably so quiet.

The last one waiting was Jiang's aunt, she told Xi Han: Your mother has left, you can see your father in the future.

In fact, I have a premonition. In the last few days, the beautiful woman in my memory looked at him crying and laughing for a while, and said something like 'you will live another life in the future'.

She sent him to school, looked at him from a distance across the fence at the school gate, and finally turned and left.

What was the last thing she wore, what was the weather like, and what period was it? Xi Han can't remember at all.

He only remembered that the hair at the back of her head was raised and brushed gently, and finally passed through the crowd and disappeared.

The same is true of the corridor that day.

After many years, he once again felt that deathly silence.

The phone suddenly lights up, it's a message from Feng Yiran.

[Are you all right? 】

Feng Yiran witnessed the whole process in the bar today, and after returning to the hotel, he tossed and turned and asked quietly.

Xi Han pressed his fingers on the screen, and after a pause, [It's all right].

Xi Han is not used to telling others about his private affairs. He was like this when he was with Yin Yansheng before, and he is still like this now.

There are some friends in the circle who talk about love affairs when they are together, or talk lively or show off, Xi Han has never talked about this kind of thing.

He kept his mouth shut, not saying anything, and didn't want to reveal a word.

Feng Yiran: [Thank God, I thought you two had a fight. 】

[I originally thought that if you had nowhere to go, you would come to me. 】

Should it be that he had expected it or was it a prophecy? ——A man sitting in the corridor thought so.

【Need not. 】

Feng Yiran: [Oh, I thought that one of the parties would leave home after a fight. 】

His parents were like this. In the past, they had conflicts. Either the father went out or the mother left home. The two never stayed together.

Xi Han felt calm now.

This is also the reason why he went out just now. He felt that he was too irrational and was afraid of something happening.

The half pack of cigarettes in my pocket was completely empty today, and I drank a lot of wine, and now I only feel a headache.

Xi Han gently rubbed his forehead with his fingers, [What about after leaving home? 】

Feng Yiran replied quickly: [My dad came back with a basket of fruit in a few hours. 】

Xi Han: ...

Where to find fruit in the middle of the night?

Not in the mood to chat with Feng Yiran anymore, Xi Han put his phone aside and sat silently. After an unknown amount of time, he stood up and opened the door.

The light in the study was still on, but there was only some faint light left at the door, faint like moonlight. He saw Yin Yansheng squatting there with his arms folded, like a wounded ostrich, buried his head in the sand .

A person who is usually tall and tall will squat down and look very small and thin. When he lowers his head, he can see his thin back from this angle.

Xi Han walked up to him slowly, Yin Yan's voice remained silent.

He squatted down too, nearly as tall as he was, reaching out and lifting his chin with undeniable force.

When he saw his expression, Xi Han's heart was pulled hard.

Yin Yansheng's eyelashes were soaked with tears and turned into pinches, his eye sockets were all red, and there were cold tears all over his face. He just looked at him blankly, his eyes still a little hollow.

Xi Han said shyly, "Yin Yansheng."

The next moment, Yin Yansheng burst into tears.

It fell out of the eye sockets, slid down those wet marks, and then fell to the ground silently. He seemed to be at a loss, just stared blankly like that.

Xi Han hugged him from behind, wrapped his arms around his back, caressed him gently, and said in a panic, "Don't cry, please, it's all my fault..."

Yin Yan's voice seemed to come to his senses, a pair of black and white eyes that had been washed by tears looked at him like that, and then he spoke softly, in a very low voice: "Xi Han..." His lips trembled very slightly, and he stretched out his hand to squeeze it. He tightened his clothes: "Am I still your child?"

He is like a child who has been robbed of candy, with a bit of grievance and sadness, at the moment he just looks at people seriously, stubbornly wanting an answer.

Someone grabbed the softest part of his heart, and there was a sour feeling in the pain, Xi Han took a light breath as if he was enduring the pain, those emotions made his voice hoarse: "You have always been. "

"It's just you from the beginning to the end," he said.

He was the one who softened his heart just by looking at it five years ago, and he was the one who made him feel uncomfortable five years later when he shed tears. From the beginning to now, it has always been Yin Yansheng.

Yin Yansheng looked at Xi Han carefully, he refused to let go of any subtle expression on his face, he closed his eyes forcefully, there was a circle of inconspicuous wet marks around the deep eye sockets.

Yin Yansheng moved his fingertips, stretched out his hand and clenched his sleeves tightly, he seemed to be puzzled by a math problem: "Why haven't you called me a kid for a long time?"

After getting married, he had never heard Xi Han called this title, and he would only say Yin Yan Sheng Yin Yan Sheng every time.

Xi Han pursed his lips, this was the first time Yin Yansheng saw such an expression on Xi Han's face, with a little cautiousness, as if he was facing a delicate and fragile flower: "Many people don't like to let others Knowing his difficult past."

After becoming famous, looking back at the ordinary and even difficult years in the past, I always want to erase them, which is why some men abandon their wretched wives after making a fortune: he is willing to let others see the glamorous, and he does not want others to know that he was once unbearable. At this time, his wife has become a person who knows the past, like a stain on the window, and he just wants to cover it up.

Xi Han watched Yin Yansheng walking step by step, he understood the subtleties of human nature, he was afraid that Yin Yansheng would care about these things, even if there was even a slight possibility, he would not bet on it, so he avoided it by himself.

From then on, I only called him a child in my heart.

Yin Yansheng understood what he meant: "I am not like this." He looked at the person in front of him seriously: "I am not like this, I would like to let you call me."

He was still crying, and his eyelashes were already wet, but he spoke clearly.

Xi Han slowly wiped the tears on his face: "I got it, kid."

Xi Han has always been a person who thinks a lot. He was the kind of smart child who could read other people's faces when he was a child. Knowing that, after a long time, it seems to have built a thick wall to surround itself.

He doesn't show his heart to others, and he doesn't try to test others. He has full limits of propriety.

But he doesn't know, it shouldn't be like this for some people, he doesn't have to speculate, measure, ponder, think about pretense, he can say whatever he wants.