Some people's 18-year-old shines bright, some people's 18-year-old is dull, and some people have not had time to experience 18-year-old, they will be buried in the past, rotten and rotten in the mud.
The only intersection between Jin Heng and Wen Yan in the first half of their lives was when they were 18 years old. It was like two strands of rope were twisted together by accident. After a brief knot, they were forcibly pulled apart again. Left, one head to the right, and now parted ways.
It was pulled by Jin Heng himself.
In the year of graduating from high school, Jin Heng was admitted to the best university in the province, and Wen Yan, a delinquent boy, was imprisoned because of his negligence. One of them was in the bustling city center, and the other was in a cold iron fence. The need for intersection.
really not...
After Jin Heng left that small place in Lincheng, he never went back. Many years later, he became a well-known entrepreneur in Z city. He was well-dressed and bright, and the scenery in front of him was enough to overwhelm the filthy period of his youth. 's memories.
After all, who would have imagined that the person standing at the top of the pyramid today was just a poor bastard who was bullied and bullied by bad boys in high school and dared not even speak.
The father who ran away from debt, the mother who died of an early illness, an empty and shabby rental house, filled with the words poverty and misfortune, this is everything Jin Heng had when he went to school, he could not even pay the tuition From then on, he eventually became the target of bullying by everyone in the class.
If you ask your former classmates now and mention the word Jin Heng, they will probably have a vague memory and say, oh, it's the little brother who was covered by Wen Yan.
The reputation of this bad boy is obviously much bigger than that of Jin Heng.
At the same age of school, most people skip class and smoke, but he has been admitted to a juvenile detention center several times because of crowd fights, and every time he ends up in blood. If he goes too far, when someone mentions his name, his heart will tremble twice.
Wen Yan and Jin Heng were not in the same school, so when it comes to the truth, the eight poles can't hit each other. However, this bad boy from another school protected Jin Heng.
As we all know, those who bullied Jin Heng were all tortured by Wen Yan without exception—
This is on the surface.
There are more secret and unknown things, such as Wen Yan, who made the money for Jin Heng's high school and college, for example, Wen Yan and Jin Heng used to be together, such as Wen Yan's fault and hurt others for the sake of Jin Heng, for another example, one of them went to jail, and the other left this small place without looking back.
The two strands of rope were twisted together and tied into a dead knot, and finally they were torn apart abruptly.
When Jin Heng was thirty-five years old, he died of illness in the hospital. He had too many worries, and he was too serious. In addition, he was eager to get ahead. The life-threatening entertainment work when he was young had seriously overwhelmed his body.
Jin Heng already had a lot of wealth at that time, but when he died, he still felt that his hands were empty, he had nothing to hold, and he couldn't hold anything.
There is no reason, most of the cool people are like this.
The system watched the host's short life on the light screen, flapped its wings lightly, and flew into the space-time tunnel. It found a gap in the lifeline that belonged to Jin Heng, and went out from there.
The gears of time slowly reversed, and everything restarted.
At noon, the blazing sun is dazzling, and the sun slants through the gaps in the branches and leaves, forming light spots of different sizes, with the unique dryness of midsummer, making people drowsy. In front of the blackboard, the teacher talked nonstop about the key questions of this year. The hoarse voice was wrapped up with the non-stop cicadas outside. Many people woke up.
The bell rang at the right time, and the tinkling was harsh, and the students who were still awake all woke up one after another. The teacher put the lesson plan under the armpit, and scolded a lot in a leisurely manner, killing the few remaining ones. During the break time, he left slowly.
"Fuck it, it's a bit of a grind."
I don't know who suddenly scolded, like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, the originally quiet classroom instantly boiled, books flew around, mixed with all kinds of inaudible curses.
In the last row of the classroom, near the trash can, sat a young man in a school uniform. He was lying on the table quietly, as if he had fallen asleep, until a loud and noisy voice sounded in his ears, and it was difficult to move. He moved his fingertips and slowly opened his heavy eyelids.
Jin Heng only felt that his headache was about to explode, he frowned and closed his eyes, his five fingers ran through his hair, and then clenched hard, the pain that almost ripped his flesh finally made his chaotic brain a little sober.
Classrooms… Desks… Blackboards…
The surrounding environment came into view, like opening a dusty memory box. For Jin Heng, he was familiar with it to the core. He slowly opened the book at hand. After seeing the name and class on the title page, his pupils shrank suddenly. His expression was terrified to the point of weirdness.
Sophomore, how is that possible
how is this possible…
Jin Heng suddenly trembled nervously, he slowly raised his eyes, his dark eyes swept across the familiar or unfamiliar faces around him, the whole person fell on the boundary between sunlight and darkness, and was abruptly divided into two parts. two halves.
Hate, horror.
Cold and cowardly.
All kinds of contradictory and extreme emotions appeared in one person, until a tall boy with hot red hair came over, grabbed Jin Heng by the collar, and pulled him from his position. his thoughts.
Jiang Shaolong was the tallest and strongest boy in the class. Because of puberty, he still had a few pimples on his face. In this small school, he was considered the number one person. He grabbed Jin Heng by the collar and kicked the chair away with a bang. He dragged the person out of the classroom like a chicken, and a few servants behind him also walked out giggling, and the chair fell to the ground with a bang.
The classroom was as usual, noisy and noisy, as if no one saw the scene just now, although the sound of the chair falling to the ground was so harsh.
Jin Heng has been bullied by Jiang Shaolong since his first year of high school, and he could never let go of the person in front of him for the three nightmarish three years. Even when he left this place after graduating in his last life, he still couldn't forget those dirty memories.
That kind of fear seeps into the bone marrow and hides in the depths of the soul. With just a little provocation, it will come out like a beast.
Jin Heng was gasping for breath, in a trance, caught in some kind of nightmare, unable to extricate himself. He seemed to want to struggle to escape, but was suppressed by an inexplicable fear, so that his hands and feet were stiff, so cold that even the blood began to solidify. .
Jiang Shaolong dragged him into the men's toilet, pushed him hard on the door panel, and made a muffled sound: "Fuck you, you dare to sue the teacher, I gave you a fucking face, didn't I?"
He slapped Jin Heng with a slap, and felt displeased, and kicked him in the stomach. He was too tall among his peers and was extremely oppressive, and he hit someone with a ruthless force.
A few valet stood at the door to guard against the sudden attack of the dean of education.
Jin Heng clutched his stomach, unable to speak due to the continuous pain, buzzing in his ears, and the pain as if the side of his face was numbed with needles, before he recovered, he was pressed on the door panel: He is paralyzed like a bitch, I heard that your mother is a chicken, is it true or false?"
He made it clear that he deliberately insulted, and the whole class knew that Jin Heng's mother died of stomach cancer.
Teenage love doesn't need a reason, hate doesn't need a reason, and bullying doesn't need a reason. Weakness is the original sin.
Jiang Shaolong's bullying this time rarely brought some reasons: "If you go to Tang Guo's side again, I will kill you!"
Jin Heng is probably good-looking, otherwise the school girl wouldn't always talk to him.
The bell rang during the break, Jiang Shaolong finally gave up, took away the only twenty dollars left in Jin Heng's body, and walked out of the bathroom. The classroom corridor that was crowded with people suddenly became empty and quiet.
The faucet was not turned off, and water was dripping down, one drop, two drops…
At the third drop, Jin Heng staggered and stood up. He was very thin, but he was tall, but in front of Jiang Shaolong's overly strong body, it was inevitable that he would be at a disadvantage.
Jin Heng seemed to know what was going on, and the pain in his body reminded him that this was not a dream.
He washed his face with cold water, but didn't raise his head for a long time. After a while, he finally straightened up and leaned against the sink.
He's back here again...
Back to this place again...
Jin Heng held a black fountain pen in his hand. He pressed down the cap of the pen and slammed against the edge of the pool. It looked grotesque and creepy in the empty toilet.
He raised his head, looked sickly, closed his eyes and sighed, hearing a bit of regret.
Because Jin Heng felt that he should hold a knife in his hand, not a pen.
The system hid in the dark to observe, took notes in a small notebook, and upon seeing this, he solemnly wrote down a few words: This host is a mad critic.
Jin Heng is not harmless, at least not the kind of little white rabbit who can be bullied on the surface. Although he doesn't seem to have the slightest attack power, he has too much scheming, otherwise he wouldn't use Wen Yan in his previous life to take those people step by step. Everything was cleaned up, and finally he was able to retreat.
Do you want to go the old way again
Of course he had to leave, because Jin Heng found out that in the next life, he still hated those people very, very, very much...
"Clap."
The knocking sound in the toilet finally stopped, the black water-based pen stuck into the tile, the tip of the pen snapped and was thrown into the corner.
There are often gangsters at the entrance of No. 6 Middle School, some who pick up girls, and those who extort protection money. If they are not covered, they will become the targets of bullying, forming a miniature society. After the bell rang for the evening self-study, many students came out one after another, planning to buy some food to support their stomachs.
In the midsummer night, the weather is sultry, the streets are bustling, the vendors are screaming, there are people fighting in the dark alleys, and there are flies flying around under the street lamps. It is noisy and lively, dirty and presumptuous.
There was a group of people at the entrance of No. 6 Middle School today. The boy at the head stood on the side of the road, with a thin and slender figure unique to a teenager, with a cigarette in his hand, and a blue and white vocational high school uniform over his shoulders. With ear studs and tattoos on the back of his hands, he doesn't look like a good person.
The smoke cleared, and the boy's blurry brows and eyes became clear, sharp and distinct, and could never be called gentle, but some girls around him might look at it frequently and talk in a low voice.
"Look, it's Wen Yan."
"What is he doing here, isn't it a fight?"
"Eighty percent of the time it's a fight. If they don't fight one day, just stay away later."
A few days ago, Luo Ming and Wen Yan from No. 6 Middle School had a conflict. I don't know the reason. Anyway, in this place, there is no need for a reason for bad boys to fight. If you don't like your eyes, you can just hit the ground.
Wen Yan was here to find a place. His patience was only one cigarette. He had finished smoking one cigarette, and before anyone could reach him, he flicked the cigarette butt and smashed it at the feet of one of the sixth middle school students, sending sparks scattered all over the place.
Wen Yan's eyes were black and white, and he didn't look good. He raised his eyes and asked, "Do you know Luo Ming?"
There is no emotion in the voice, but when I hear it, it makes my back cold and my scalp numb.
Jin Heng lowered his eyes, looked at the half-extinguished cigarette butts at his feet, and looked at the bunch of foreign school gangsters gathered in front of him, his eyes finally fell on Wen Yan, inch by inch, as if to see through his heart.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the bunch of thugs flicked another cigarette butt, this time hitting him directly on the shoulder: "I'm an idiot, can't I hear you?"
Jin Heng didn't move, letting the cigarette butt fall at his feet, he raised his head, his facial features were exposed under the street lamp, and his appearance was very clean, even more clean under the background of the night, but his eyes had a demonic aura, I couldn't hear the emotion and said two words: "Know."
Wen Yan stared at him, with sharp facial features and a lazy voice: "Call him out."
Jin Heng: "I'm not familiar with it."
Because there is no expression on his face, he looks a little squeamish.
Wen Yan squinted his eyes, and because he was in a bad mood, he grabbed Jin Heng's collar and pulled the man in front of him. The front of his shirt was full of smoke, and he asked with a sneer, "Are you going to be beaten?"
It looks too cruel.
So no one knew that Wen Yan liked men, and he was still a pure 0. There was a world of difference between how arrogant and arrogant he was outside, and how he was crying on the bed with red eyes.
Jin Heng didn't know it before, but then he knew it.
Jin Heng glanced at his hand holding his collar. The joints were distinct. Because of the angle, he couldn't see what was tattooed on the back of the hand. After a while, he actually smiled: "I said it, I'm not familiar with it."
Wen Yan raised his eyebrows: "What are you not familiar with?"
Jin Heng: "I'm not familiar with him."
I am very familiar with you...