After being seized by the pillow man

The temperature in Ancheng is getting lower and lower, and the coldest time of the day is already below zero.

When he woke up in the morning, there was a thick layer of ice on the outside of the window, which could be scratched off with his fingernails. Yin Yansheng stood by the window and stretched out his hand to wipe it, his fingers were already stained with water.

The room was as warm as spring, but the outside was cold. Yin Yansheng stretched himself and leaned against the bed.

Xi Jiaojiao hasn't woken up yet. He woke up again last night. He didn't go to sleep until about two o'clock in the morning. There were cigarette ashes on the balcony, and he was insomnia and smoking again. Seeing that he was still sleeping, Yin Yansheng couldn't bear to disturb him. You have to go to the kitchen to make breakfast lightly, and the hem of your clothes is pulled.

When he turned his head, he saw someone with his eyes open, stretched out his arm lazily grabbing a piece of clothes, Xi Han said, "Sleep again."

His hair was messed up on the pillow, he didn't have the usual sense of alienation and boundaries, and he looked much closer.

Yin Yansheng said: "You sleep by yourself, I will make breakfast."

Xi Han closed his eyes and only tugged with a little force, his body language was very clear: no, we need to sleep together.

Yin Yan was helpless and lay down on the bed again.

As soon as he lay down, an arm encircled himself, and his warm bodies were pressed together.

He could smell the scent of bamboo and tobacco on Xi Han's body mixed together, enveloping him like water in this winter, they were like two mixed gases, completely blending together.

The reactions in the morning were all big, and they were close to each other, so they could feel everything when they posted it.

Yin Yansheng's eyes widened slightly, as if someone had pressed the freeze frame button, he opened his eyes and looked at Xi Han, his limbs were well behaved.

Xu felt his gaze, Xi Han also opened his eyes and looked at him, there was no shame in his eyes, the morning was not yet bright, the room was a little dark, but his skin was very white, the whiteness of jade, mixed with deep With the color of her eyes, a sense of possessiveness and aggression can be vaguely seen.

A complete predator's gaze was firmly locked into his pupils, as if looking at something that belonged to him alone.

Yin Yan paused, and he put his arm around Xi Han's shoulder.

It's okay to indulge once in a while at the weekend.

Xi Han leaned on him and was kissing with his head down when Yin Yansheng's cell phone rang suddenly.

The vibration was not loud at first, but at this time it was no less than a thunderclap, which immediately interrupted all the movements of the two of them. Xi Han paused, and Yin Yansheng came back to his senses. His eyes were a little dazed, and he blinked to touch the phone .

A phone number I didn't recognize at all.

He directly stretched out his hand to press it off, and then wrapped his arms around Xi Han's neck, whispering softly: "Kiss me."

The kiss fell from the eyebrows and eyes, like snowflakes falling, and the breaths were all intertwined, and they could no longer tell each other apart.

When it was almost done, the phone rang again.

Xi Han closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Go ahead."

Yin Yansheng only felt that this phone call was really annoying, he rolled to the side, sat up and held his breath: "Hello."

There was a moment of silence. It was a female voice, with a little nervousness and hesitation: "Is it a low voice?"

Yin Yansheng said, "I am."

Xi Han was lying bored. He reached out to touch the buttons on the kid's clothes, rubbing them with his fingertips to warm them up. After a long silence, he raised his eyes and glanced at his face, only to see that the screen of Yin Yansheng's phone had turned black. He looked slightly dazed.

Xi Han's heart tightened: "What's wrong?"

Yin Yansheng said, "My grandpa's condition is not very good."

Xi Han's heart sank, he understood what it meant for an old man of this age to be in poor condition.

This kid grew up with his grandma, he has never heard about his grandpa, and he doesn't know anything about the time when he was close and distant.

He is not used to talking about all kinds of incidents between relatives, so he only said softly: "The kid plans to visit the old man?"

Yin Yansheng looked at Xi Han, this person would not express his opinion on many things, he was not limited to one kind of limitation, if he said that he would not go to the other party, he would not feel that he was ruthless or rude.

Yin Yansheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'll go."

He was also very confused, and his impression of his grandfather was still in his childhood, and they hadn't seen each other for more than ten years.

Ever since he was with his grandmother, he and his father's relatives seem to have drawn a line, and since then the bridge has returned to the bridge, and the road has gradually drifted away.The contact again is the meeting at the dying moment.

Xi Han got up to change his clothes. After washing quickly, he said to Yin Yan: "Is your grandfather's place far away? How long will it take to get there?"

Yin Yansheng said, "It takes four hours to get to my hometown from here."

While talking, he also got off the bed, tidied himself up after washing, with a gloomy look on his brows.

"It was my stepmother who called me just now, and it may have been ordered by my father."

His father remarried in the second year after his mother died, and his stepmother's surname was Li. Yin Yansheng didn't have a deep impression of this stepmother, so he couldn't even remember her face when he answered the phone.

When the old man in the family was dying, his descendants would stay by his side. If it wasn't for Father Yin's intention, Aunt Li would not have contacted him.

Now that people have gone home from the hospital, they are probably returning to their roots and going to places they are familiar with.

My grandfather's hometown is in the countryside, with a vast land and few people, and the custom of burial is still preserved.

Yin Yansheng was pretentious, Xi Han only watched him brushing his teeth while putting on his clothes, his figure was busy, and he looked a little flustered.

Xi Han said: "The time came quickly, I just contacted a helicopter."

Yin Yansheng felt a little relieved.

The two came out from their home to the entrance of the community, and it took only about 10 minutes. A four-seater yellow helicopter was parked in the yard, and the propeller was still spinning above its head.

The driver was wearing earphones, and turned his head when he heard the words: "Hi, Mr. Xi."

Xi Han only nodded, reached out and took off the earphones on top of his head, put them on for Yin Yansheng, fastened his seat belt on him, and said to Yin Yan, "Choose the location."

Yin Yansheng nodded, and chose the address according to his memory.

The propeller above the head was spinning rapidly, and it rose slowly with the noise of directly hitting the eardrum. Xi Han didn't like this sound all the time, so he just pursed his lips slightly and silently held Yin Yansheng's hand.

Everything on the ground was decreasing rapidly, with a slight sense of bumps, Yin Yansheng looked at the scene outside the window and closed his eyes gently.

The heavy traffic in Ancheng gradually went away, and after a while he heard Xi Han's voice amidst the noise: "Can we land here?"

"can."

He opened his eyes and looked out, and in just half an hour, the high-rise buildings in Ancheng had gone away, replaced by self-built houses in the countryside.

The plane landed gradually and stayed in the square of the village. It is winter now, there are no people here, and the fitness equipment is all idle, enjoying the taste of the cold wind alone in the cold wind.

It was daylight, but without the sun, the sky still looked gray and the light couldn't penetrate.

After the situation stabilized, Xi Han came down first, and then came out with Yin Yan's voice. The other party's expression was solemn and somewhat sad, his eyes were slightly red, but there were no tears, and his face was a little pale.

Xi Han touched Yin Yansheng's face, with a little chill, he said warmly: "Go, since you're back, let's see the old man."

Yin Yansheng said: "Aren't you going with me?"

Xi Han said, "No." He stretched out his hand to wrap the kid's clothes tightly, and said, "When will you come back, I will pick you up."

Yin Yansheng seemed to want to say something else, Xi Han said softly: "Don't waste time, hurry up, we will talk about these things later."

Yin Yan nodded silently, he suddenly put his arms around Xi Han, buried his head on his neck, and said in the cold wind, "Xi Han, thank you."

The breath of the person in his arms was very hot, Xi Han patted him on the back: "My little friend told me what to do, hurry up."

Yin Yansheng took a small step back from him, then walked on the concrete road, stopped in front of a vermilion gate, pushed the door open and walked in.

Xi Han watched him go in, lit a cigarette, and boarded the helicopter again after it was burned out.

He looked down at everything on the ground. The vermilion gate of the house Yin Yansheng entered had the four characters 'Gengdu Shijia' on the doorplate, and white tiles with pomegranates on it.

Xi Han's eyes were dark, and he only stroked the ring on his hand.

Funerals are all disturbing. It is inappropriate for a child who has not returned home for a long time to rush home with a man, or when the old man is sunset.

This kid is filial, look at his grandfather, they will only be separated for a few days at most, there is really no need to stick together at this time.

The driver turned around: "Mr. Xi?"

Xi Han said: "Just go to the community just now."

Don't open the dull door, there are a lot of people in the room, Aunt Li's eyes are a little red, and she doesn't know how many times she has cried during this time, she was a little stunned when she saw Yin Yansheng entering the door: "Xiaosheng, you came back so soon?"

Yin Yansheng just nodded.

Father Yin is around fifty now, with white hair on his head, and he didn't say a word when he saw his son.

The grandparents had only one son, father Yin, in this room. Now the children and grandchildren in this room are the children of father Yin. nine years old.

The atmosphere in the room reveals a kind of sadness and solemnity. The old man is nearly eighty years old this year, and he is described as haggard and without medicine, with a kind of bluish purple on his lips.

Now he is more energetic, his breathing is weak, his eyes are cloudy like glass beads stained with soil, looking at Yin Yan, he speaks weakly: "You... are you?"

Grandma Yin's eyes were full of tears, she held her husband's hand and said, "This is Yin Yansheng, eldest grandson."

She reached out to wipe away her tears, and the corners of her lips trembled uncontrollably: "Old man, you were the one who named him."

The old man sighed softly, he exhaled more air and inhaled less, his palms lost their luster like old bark: "Speaking is the sound of words," he no longer had much strength to speak, as if every word he spoke Struggle-like: "Now... can you speak?"

Yin Yansheng's eyes were all red. He held the old man's hand and said shyly, "Grandpa, I... will."

"Then... good, good."

His lips trembled, and he stopped talking.

This is the shortest few hours of life, Yin Yansheng can feel the temperature getting cooler little by little, with the sound of the clock on the wall ticking, the last breath is exhaled, the old man closed his eyes peacefully.

There was a cry in the room, and since then he only exists in memory.