After being seized by the pillow man

Ancheng has arrived in December, and the weather in the north has a kind of cold chill, dry and cold in the open air. When I go out, I take a deep breath, and the ice-like cold breath penetrates into the body like ice slag. , A coldness that hits the heart seems to make people sober up a lot.

After Yin Yansheng and Xi Han entered the office, there was a gust of warm air as soon as they opened the door. Now Ancheng has turned on the heating, and the indoor temperature is nearly [-] degrees.

Xi Han first went to pour a cup of hot water and handed it to Yin Yansheng: "Drink some hot water, the temperature has dropped again today."

That is to say, the distance from the car to the upstairs, the wind kept blowing into the collar, and the temperature of the hands dropped.

The coldness seems to be a one-night thing. The first two days were fine, but today the temperature is much lower.

Yin Yansheng covered the cup with both hands. His skin was fair, and the tip of his nose was red even though he didn't feel cold. After drinking a few sips of water, he said, "It usually snows at this time of year."

The first snow in Ancheng has always been in December, and the trivial snowflakes fall, creating a winter atmosphere.

Xi Han said: "It should be later this year."

He was wearing a gray coat on the outside, a dark turtleneck sweater on the inside, and trousers of the same color on his lower body. He looked deserted.

Xu felt a little hot, his coat had been taken off, and the sleeves of the sweater were rolled up a little, revealing a wrist with clear bones and smooth lines.

Yin Yansheng stretched out his hand to untie the camel scarf, and also took off his coat: "If it snows, we'll go eat hot pot."

He also reached out to wipe off the white mist on the window, cleaned a piece of glass and looked outside. The winter sky in Ancheng was gray, and green plants were rarely seen on the road, giving him a dry and desolate feeling.

Maybe it was Yin Yansheng's illusion, he always felt that even the green plants on the window sill didn't look as green as before.

Xi Han laughed: "If you want to eat hot pot, we can eat it today, we don't have to wait until it snows."

Yin Yansheng disagreed, he just wanted to eat hot pot on a snowy day: "It feels like something is missing to eat at other times."

On the first snow day, Ancheng winter, it seems that there must be a sense of ceremony.

Lidong doesn't seem to be the start of winter, but snow.

Xi Han didn't say anything more.

There were also footsteps and voices outside, and everyone complained about the cold in winter, and went to tea to indirect hot water, and it was a lively and lively scene for a while.

It's not very busy today, someone went down for lunch before twelve o'clock in the morning, Yin Yansheng sent two servings up, and he and Xi Jiaojiao ate in the office.

He ordered a muscle-building meal, boiled chicken breast, stir-fried shrimp and broccoli, and the carbohydrates were only brown rice the size of half a fist. If you eat these in summer, you can bear it, but in winter The meal is always a bit miserable.

There is no oil and water, it cools quickly, and the taste is very bland.

Yin Yansheng finished eating quietly, without seeming picky at all.

Xi Han looked amused: "The kid is gaining muscle these days?"

In the past few days, Yin Yansheng's children eat less. Four days a week, they have to eat boiled eggs in the morning, and most of the time at noon is the muscle-building meal downstairs.

Yin Yansheng said, "I'll control it for a few days."

In winter, because of the cold, I can’t help taking in higher calories. I took it on an empty stomach this morning, and my muscle rate dropped slightly.

He was busy some time ago, and the time for exercising was significantly reduced. Now Yin Yansheng is very strict with his body management.

The appearance is secondary, mainly because of the health problems of sedentary and lack of exercise.

Xi Han didn't say anything more, there was no one outside now, and the office door was closed again, Xi Han put his hand on Yin Yansheng's abdomen, and touched it lightly through a layer of clothes: "It's not that serious, it's good .”

He could vaguely touch the contours of the muscles, and those lines were as clear as ever.

Yin Yansheng sat next to Xi Han again, imitating the other person's appearance and wrapping his arms around Xi Han's waist. It seemed to be the same feeling five years ago, and it still is now.

The two have met each other countless times, and they are already very familiar with each other's body. For example, he knows... Xi Jiaojiao is not at all delicate in things like that.

The arms are strong, the muscles on the body are smooth and beautiful, and the sweat is flowing down with fatal sexiness and attractiveness.

Most of the time it is based on his feelings, and occasionally it is unbearable to be presumptuous.

He measured Xi Jiaojiao's waist with his hands, buried his head on his shoulder, and said in a vague voice, "I don't usually see you exercising." The voice was very soft.

Xi Jiaojiao's lifestyle is not very healthy. Sometimes when he wakes up at night, he will see the other party on the balcony with sparks flickering between his fingers. Dust the cigarette ash with one hand, the bitter taste of tobacco surrounds him in the silence.

Xi Han took a sip of water, and put his arms around the other's waist: "There is exercise."

"When, when I'm not home?"

Xi Han let out an 'um', his breath slightly heavy.

"Then do you have time when you are the busiest?" Just like those three years, there was not even enough time to sleep.

Xi Han said: "Yes." He reached out and rubbed Yin Yansheng's hair: "Half an hour." Five times a week, it was around 04:30 for a high-intensity training, and he went out after taking a shower at [-] o'clock.

If you have less sleep time, you must use exercise to keep your body active, otherwise you will be sleepy.

Yin Yansheng fell silent.

He also didn't want to let go of Xi Han, he hugged him like this now, with Xi Han's breath on the tip of his nose.

With a warm body in his arms, his mind seemed to be warmed up. Without any inclinations, he lightly touched Yin Yansheng's back, and said warmly, "Manager Yin, shall we go to the lounge for a lunch break?"

Yin Yan paused, and slowly came out of Xi Han's arms.

The bed in the lounge was obviously much more comfortable than outside. The two of them were covered with the same quilt, warm and comfortable. Yin Yansheng was a little sleepy just now, but now he couldn't fall asleep being hugged in his arms.

He only looked at Xi Jiaojiao, his eyes were clear and there was no sign of sleepiness.

Xi Jiaojiao's eyelashes are long, and her closed eyes look like a butterfly with spread wings resting on them. There is a small light shadow under the eyelids. He touched it lightly with his hand, and she opened her eyes and looked at him.

Yin Yansheng withdrew his hand, and patted Xi Han's back lightly, as if coaxing a baby again: "Go to sleep."

Xi Han took his hand into his and squeezed it: "Can't sleep?"

Yin Yan responded with a voice.

There were faint footsteps outside, and there was a light blue ceiling above his head. He knew how cold Ancheng's winter was, and now lying on the warm bed felt almost romantic and quiet.

Like a deep sleep on a rainy day, a dark and sweet sleep, everything is elegant and lovely.

Xi Han didn't speak, but just hooked the back of Gou Yinyan's hand with his index finger.

Yin Yansheng suddenly remembered that day, also in this lounge, he was lying on Xi Han's lap, and the other party suddenly spoke French.

He still remembers that word now.

[desire]

Yin Yansheng still remembers how fast his heart was beating at that moment, his palms were soaked in sweat, and he couldn't even control his expression.

"Have you studied French before?" When he was in college, someone had a minor in French, but Yin Yansheng was not interested in it at that time, and now he suddenly felt a little regretful.

He should try the language too, maybe he can speak a few words now.

Xi Han seemed to lack interest, and said lightly, "I've learned a little bit."

Yin Yansheng thinks this person is really interesting, he learned French by himself, and now he looks indifferent again.

Not to mention liking, not even being interested.

"What was the first word you learned? I love you or hello?"

Xi Han closed his eyes, bent the corners of his lips, and said with a teasing tone, "My little friend wants me to say that I love you without being so euphemistic."

The smile on the corner of his lips was a bit ambiguous. Yin Yansheng was used to this, and knew what color his next sentence would be: "No."

He scratched Xi Han's palm, wanting to change the topic: "Go to sleep, I'm sleepy."

Xi Han only hugged him lightly.

With the sound of even breathing next to his ears, Xi Han opened his eyes, his eyes were dark, as if all emotions could not be soaked in them.

The silence is deep, like the deep night sky, and no light can shine in.

The first word he learned was Psychoseetpsychose.

French for mental illness.