After being seized by the pillow man

The sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the stones on the farmland are harsh to step on. There are several acres of vineyards on the side, as high as half a person, and they are planted at intervals. The leaves of Mabelco are slightly round, and the grapes are hidden among them. , dark purple and green grow together, and a layer of plain frost hangs on the thin skin.

There is a faint smell of soil at the tip of the nose, and there is some dusty smell in the dryness. After passing through the long road, there is a self-built house at the end of the road.

The blue-gray wall is surrounded by some vegetables, tomatoes and green peppers, and a short mint tree.

There are two hens outside the yard, running around in the grass, there is a swing on the tree trunk, and a few sheep bleating can be heard faintly.

From far to near, faintly transmitted.

He walked forward following the sound, and there was a woman sitting under a tree in the yard.

Wearing a dark green dress, her hair is not pure black anymore, it is mixed with some yellow, it is the kind of yellow that is neglected, and the roots of the hair lose their softness because of being too long. She closed her eyes and basked in the sun. The sun meanders down from the top of the head, sliding down the fine lines at the corners of the eyes and falling to the ground.

When Xu Shi heard the voice, she raised her head, her face was indelibly marked by years of carving, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes slowly spread, her skin was no longer as fair as it used to be, and her hands on her legs were a little rough. Only from the outline of the face can faintly glimpse the demeanor of one or two youths.

Living in a country known for its romance, she is not tainted with 'romantic', let alone Paris-Nis-Lyon temperament. She basks in the sun in plain clothes in a small village that Xi Han doesn't even know the name of.

She was nearly fifty years old, and the number she guessed based on her face and her age was also the same.

Years are so conscientious, there is no room for cheating.

Xi Han has seen countless women of the same age as her, all of whom are extremely jeweled and luxurious, except for the fine lines on the neck, the rest are around [-], but they are full of luxury.

Now I see a kind of reality at first glance, but my heart is actually absurd.

In Xi Han's memory, he has seen hysterical, crying and laughing, delicate and elegant, but never seen her like this.

As if the last moment was a certain day when she was a child, the black hair floating behind her head could be seen through the school fence. She was slim and beautiful, and slowly disappeared from Xi Han's sight.

In the next moment, she was in a small courtyard in the countryside. She was nearly half a century old, suffering from illnesses, and her mind fluctuated from time to time.

Xi Han felt a strong sense of separation in his heart, as if the middle part of a painting was torn off by someone, and then spliced ​​together from the second half, and then pressed his head and told him: Look, this is that painting.

Everything is almost absurd.

She looked at Xi Han, looked at him with blank eyes, her fingers resting on her thighs nervously, and looked at her husband, she was mentally incompetent at this time, and she looked and behaved like a child.

Her husband gave her encouraging looks.

After a long hesitation, she said cautiously: "Es-tumonenfant?"

She didn't hear any answer, then she paused and asked again slowly in Chinese: "Are you... my child?"

There is clear hope in her eyes, and her tone is gentle, as if she is afraid that the other party will be angry if her tone is not good, she is so cautious that she is almost humble.

Xi Han's eyes were deep, his eyes were as deep as a cold pool, no one could see clearly what he was thinking at that time.

After a while, he said indifferently: "No."

Tears came from those eyes.

After waking up from the dream, there is a feeling of being separated from the world.

The surroundings are silent, and the people beside me sleep peacefully. The warm room is like an animal's nest, sheltered from wind and rain.

Xi Han stared at the ceiling above his head, the dark environment was dark and gloomy, his eyes were closed and his expression was expressionless, only the fingers that were clasped together showed that his heart was not so peaceful.

After a while, Xi Han got up, took a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table, randomly picked a bottle of wine when he went outside, and then walked to the balcony.

It was three o'clock in the morning on the phone, and he slid his finger across the glowing screen, then pointed to the number.

The other party connected quickly.

The middle-aged man spoke very fast because of his excitement, and the other party's voice was very loud. He first said in squishy Chinese: "Mr. Xi, hello, we all... thank you..."

The tone of voice is still a bit stiff, but it is not stuttering, and it can be heard that it has been practiced many times.

He was still talking, and called his son's name in French. Xi Han heard him say Nino, come and thank your benefactor, he helped us find you back.

Immediately next to my ear was a male voice much younger than before, saying in French: Thank you, mom, that is also very good.

He ended by asking, "Need Mommy on the phone? I think he'd be happy—"

Xi Han hung up the phone directly after saying no.

He opened the window of the balcony and closed the door behind him that connected to the bedroom. There was only a clear sound in the bitter cold wind. It was the sound of a lighter. One moment, and then nothing.

Indigo smoke rose between the fingers in the dead night.

Yin Yansheng looked around in a daze.

He was really tired tonight, and Xi Han helped him clean up, and his last impression was that he fell asleep with him.

There was residual warmth in the bed beside him, Yin Yansheng stretched his arm from top to bottom, and touched it a few times with his eyes closed, without the familiar feeling from before.

He opened his eyes and looked around, he was the only one in the huge room.

Yin Yan was stunned.

The slight sound of glass sliding across the track, a pair of arms were wrapped around the waist, and a person was stuck behind him, and the warm body temperature surrounded him all at once.

The body is close to each other, airtight, the scorching body temperature seems to be contagious, and the heat source is transported from behind.

Xi Han subconsciously broke the hands around his waist, he held a thin cigarette between his lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm cold, don't suffer."

Yin Yansheng seemed to be competing with him, the hands around his waist were tightly locked together, firm and strong, Xi Han didn't pull it away, but he didn't dare to pull it hard, so he said: "Little friend!" release."

Yin Yansheng is naturally not obedient.

He pressed his cheek against Xi Han's back, and the strong smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body was as cold as a piece of iron.

He looked at Xi Han standing on the balcony. In the darkness, there was only a vague figure of his back, with a little outline of his figure. The darkness almost swallowed him.

This is not the first time Xi Han wakes up to smoke in the middle of the night.

A long time ago, this person also stood in front of the window, surrounded by self-abandonment and silence.

At that time, he thought, he finally saw such a fragile side of the other party, as if he fell from a high platform and got popular.

He saw this again today.

Yin Yansheng closed his eyes.

Now he doesn't have the secret joy of "only he has seen such a fragile side", but his heart is sour.

He would rather he why not eat minced meat.

He wished him smooth sailing, worry-free and safe.