XNUM X night

"I think I'm good-looking, one in a million."

Sang Yintian leaned on the table motionless, he was not drunk, he just stared at Ye Siran's sleeping face, as if admiring the perfect art that he personally delivered to the door.Although Ye Siran didn't have much communication with other people, but now that he drank wine, his eyes were red, and he kept mumbling something.

In order to hear what he said, Sang Yintian couldn't help but move closer.

So close, really too close.Ye Siran's rapid and unsteady breath spread over Sang Yintian's eyes slowly, and finally wet his eyelashes.

"Uh..." Sang Yintian had a whim, if Ye Siran hadn't been sick, he would have taken the initiative to chase him and make Ye Siran his own property.Paint him a room full of paintings, from canvas to body paint, and they'll kiss on rainy nights, their arms tangled and entwined...

No matter what, Sang Yintian wanted to try it himself.He was full of ambition and wanted this beautiful rose to be his own forever.

But Sang Yintian knew he couldn't, because the beginning of the two of them was full of terrible things.Like two parallel lines, there will be no intersection point.

Thinking of this, Sang Yintian was suddenly a little disappointed, and turned his head with a chuckle.

"Hey, Sangsang, look here..." Xiaohan suddenly pushed Sang Yintian's back, and gently raised Ye Siran's left hand. "Ye Siran...has he ever harmed himself before?"

Sang Yintian reluctantly stepped back half a step, he left his secret garden and closed the door.He subconsciously squinted his eyes halfway, drank another glass of beer, and finally squinted at the past.

Sang Yintian was very familiar with that wound.He understated it, as if seeing those for the first time.Calm and calm.

"Well, he's sick."

"Yeah, when you said that, I suddenly remembered... Brother Xiaoye said before that he was sick, and I didn't pay much attention to it at the time." Xiaohan put Ye Siran's arm on the table again, and With a regretful face, "So, what's wrong with him..."

Sang Yintian took a deep breath and didn't answer directly.Because this is not something that is glorious enough to publicize, in other words, it may be an invisible wound on Ye Sizan's body.He has already accidentally touched it, there is no need to touch it again knowingly.

The guests at the entrance of the small restaurant chatted and laughed, and pressed the lighter twice from time to time. Soon, the smell of smoke spread to them.Sang Yintian didn't think it was a big deal, but Ye Siran was too drunk to open his eyes, but he still couldn't help coughing.

Sang Yintian took out the cigarette case from his pocket.

"Click——" the Zippo lighter was turned twice at Sang Yintian's fingertips, and the blue outer flame jumped out instantly, and a few seconds later, he completely extinguished it in the metal outer cover.

"Xiaohan, take some time tomorrow to bring me some e-cigarettes, um... I want fruit, the taste should be refreshing and not annoying." The brand of cigarettes held between Sang Yintian's fingers was caught by him Without hesitation, it was thrown into the trash can next to it.

"Ah? What, you want to quit smoking?" Xiaohan asked.

"What does it have to do with quitting smoking?" Sang Yintian was choked, and poured some white water into his empty glass, "I just don't think the taste of e-cigarettes is too strong."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Ye Siran who was lying on the table and frowning slightly.

"It really is a beautiful trouble..."

This is not Sang Yintian's complaint, because when they paid the money and were about to leave, Sang Yintian and Xiaohan realized that they didn't even know where Ye Siran came from.Not to mention how to send it back.

It was getting late, Xiaohan glanced at the time, and yawned while pinching the phone. "By the way, what about Ye Siran? We can't just leave him here alone."

"Uh..." Before this was changed, Sang Yintian would definitely not meddle in other people's business, he would just walk away.But the other party is Ye Siran, a perfect work of art that he can't meet, and Sang Yintian feels that he should care about him to some extent.

He cleared his throat and said, "Why are you worrying about this? How old is he? I'm afraid that he might lose it... When he sobers up, he will go back by himself..."

Sang Yintian's voice became smaller and smaller, he was really worried that such a beautiful person might really be lost.He turned the lighter in his hand again, and slapped it on the dining table, trying to wake Ye Siran up.

"Hey, boy—wake up." Sang Yintian lowered his eyes, "Where is your house...? I'll take you back."

As soon as this sentence was finished, Sang Yintian couldn't help but raised his hand and pressed his temple.This sentence is indeed a bit weird, as if something ambiguous happened between him and Ye Siran just now.

Sang Yintian has participated in many banquets, and he has also met some handsome young boys majoring in fine arts.They always looked drunk, hooked his arm with tears in their eyes, and said, "Brother Yintian, can you take me home..."

Sang Yintian finally refused. He shook off the person who was forcibly sticking to his body, with an unhappy expression on his face, and even felt disgusted.

But Ye Siran was different from them, like a single exception.Sang Yintian clicked his tongue, straightened up and took another deep breath.As long as Ye Siran is willing to speak, he will definitely not refuse, he will send Ye Siran home intact, and will not put him in potential danger.

"Uh..." The people on the table seemed to have fallen into a horrible nightmare, the whole body was trembling, but he couldn't wake up, Ye Siran's eyelashes were wet.

He cried.

As an artist, the muse in Sang Yintian's heart shed tears, his chest felt tight, and his heart beat faster.

"You..." Sang Yintian subconsciously reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of Ye Siran's eyes.But he was one step too late, the drop of transparent pearl hit the back of his hand, scorching hot, with a temperature that only belonged to Ye Siran.

Don't cry, Ye Siran.

Xiaohan stood there and blinked, and gently covered Ye Siran's eyelids with tissue paper.

"Ah? This... this kid... why are you crying? Is there something uncomfortable..." Xiaohan stared at Ye Siran from head to toe, then raised her head in confusion, "There is nothing on me Obvious injuries..."

But Sang Yintian knew where Ye Siran was injured.

"Forget it, help him into my car." Sang Yintian turned his head sideways and let down the tied hair at the back of his head.The crescent moon hanging in the air was intoxicating, and the moonlight shone on him through the glass window, covering his whole body in this night mist.

Sang Yintian is gentle, proud, transparent, and white, and will not be replaced by anyone.Compared with Ye Siran who couldn't get into this world, Sang Yintian himself is the most perfect.But his perfection came at a high price.The muscles were cramp and the bones were removed, dripping with blood, and all the weaknesses of the body were gouged out.

Xiaohan opened her mouth, "You? You want to take him home... are you sure?" In Xiaohan's knowledge, this was the first time Sang Yintian brought someone home.

"Are you really going to take him home?" Xiaohan drank, she was afraid that she would be a little drunk and heard nonsense.So she looked into Sang Yintian's eyes and asked again, "Are you sure you want to bring..."

"I'm suddenly not sure now!" Sang Yintian was annoyed by the question, and frowned, "Why don't you take him back to your home. In short, just don't let him sleep on the street."

"My house? You can pull it down... If my parents know that I brought a little boy home late at night, they will definitely break my legs." Xiaohan couldn't help shivering, "I don't care about this." Do it. You'd better go straight to your house."

"Uh..." Sang Yintian didn't speak any more, just bent down and gently stopped Ye Siran's waist.This was the first time he took the initiative to touch a man's body. The corners of Sang Yintian's eyes were a little red, and he turned his head and refused to look at Ye Siran's face.

Ye Siran was stuffed into the co-driver of the Cayenne, and Sang Yintian fastened his seat belt for him.The car perfume was brought back by Sang Yintian from abroad. Just like him, it is clear but not greasy, as if it has integrated all the fruity fragrances of the whole summer.

Xiaohan stretched her waist, raised her head and pressed her sore neck.

"Hey, let me tell you, there used to be so many little boys scrambling to stick on you, and they all wanted you to take them home. At that time, why didn't you even take a second look at them?" Xiaohan smiled and said Sang Yintian's coat covered Ye Siran's body, "Besides, there are many people who look better than Ye Siran, why do you..."

"Tsk, it's not over for you." Sang Yintian was a little helpless, but his tone was still calm and not angry.In his eyes, Xiaohan is like his own sister, even if he makes a mistake occasionally, Sang Yintian is reluctant to say a word to her. "Am I too used to you? You can't wait to float to the sky now."

"Slightly slightly..." Xiaohan stuck out her tongue and closed the co-pilot's door.

"Sang Yintian." Xiaohan suddenly looked at Sang Yintian seriously.

"what?"

"I think you've changed."

Sang Yintian looked down at his clothes, which were clean from head to toe without even a single wrinkle.He frowned, stretched out his hand and gently pushed Xiaohan's head. "Get in the car, I'll take you home first."

"Hey, aren't you curious about what I want to express?"

"Not curious." Sang Yintian couldn't help smiling.

Xiaohan pouted and got into the car, she leaned lazily on the rear seat, and met Sang Yintian's beautiful eyes from the rearview mirror. "Sang Yintian, to be honest, I think...you are finally like an ordinary person now."

"Uh..." Sang Yintian had black lines on his face, and lightly rested his hands on the steering wheel.He has heard too many compliments, and this is the first time in this way.So that he couldn't quickly judge whether it was a compliment or a derogation for a while, so Sang Yintian didn't want to talk to Xiaohan anymore.

Xiaohan's house and Sang Yintian's house are in two completely opposite directions. At this time, it has passed 0 o'clock, and there are not many cars on the elevated road.Ye Sizan fell into a drowsy sleep all the way, knocking his forehead on the window next to him from time to time.Sometimes Ye Siran would frown if the force was too strong.

Sang Yintian looked at it and wanted to laugh, and freed up a hand to pull the co-driver towards him.Compared to kissing the cold and hard car window, Sang Yintian felt that it would be better to kiss herself.

However, this scene was still captured by Xiaohan in the back row.She was a little dissatisfied, and leaned forward. "Brother Yintian, I have known you for so long, and you have never let me sit in your co-pilot." Xiaohan tilted her neck, trying to reach out and push Ye Siran's head away from Sang Yintian's arm , "Now that I lose to this kid, I don't accept it, very much."

"Not satisfied? Then hold back." Sang Yintian's eyes were on the driveway ahead, and he didn't turn his head to look at the two people next to him.

"Hey, do you have...that meaning for Ye Siran?"

"Crack..." The car braked suddenly, and Xiao Han's nose almost hit the window.

"Damn it, Sang Yintian, what are you doing! Shock me!"

"Red light." Sang Yintian himself was not in a hurry, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and leaning on the window casually with the other hand.

"Since you don't mean that much to him, why do you have to take him home? To put it bluntly, even if something happens to him outside today, what does it have to do with us?" Xiaohan swallowed , and consciously fastened his seat belt, "Sang Yintian, when did you become so kind? Tell me the truth, what bad idea are you, an old fox, having?"

"Old fox? Am I old?" Sang Yintian raised his eyes and stared at the rearview mirror. He casually compared a few stiff expressions to his mirror image, then reached out and pinched his chin, and finally turned his face sideways. Reveals the perfect jawline. "I think I'm good-looking, one in a million."

"Choose one in a million? You're obviously self-righteous... Hey, don't deliberately change the subject." Xiaohan couldn't help gnashing her teeth, and waved her hands in the air for a long time. "I know that sometimes my words are really ugly, but what I said is indeed right. You have nothing to do with him. Why do you make yourself trouble. "

"Knowing that I don't sound good, I'll try to speak better in the future." Sang Yintian didn't want to respond to her, stretched out his hand to pinch the tip of his nose, and opened the car window, "Got it? You idiot."

The sound of the last two words is pleasant, as if Sang Yintian said it specifically to Ye Siran.Xiaohan smiled awkwardly, and couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Now she regrets getting into Sang Yintian's car very much.

There are many types of language arts, and there are certainly not many people who can interpret "puns" so vividly.

Sang Yintian is one of them.

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