Wen Yan thought to himself that Jin Heng was playing a hooligan every time, how could he make it seem like his mind was impure, he inadvertently turned over, but he didn't realize that the bed made a creaking noise, his body froze, and he didn't dare to move immediately. .
Jin Heng put the homework in the folder, his tone was pure and harmless: "I'm sorry, the bed is a little old."
Wen Yan thought to himself that I saw it.
Jin Heng's school uniform jacket was originally placed beside the bed. Because of the shaking, it slid down with a screeching sound. Wen Yan picked it up and found a small ball of paper on the ground. He picked it up and opened it, only to find that it was a form for tuition and miscellaneous expenses. .
Jin Heng didn't notice that with his back to the bed, he was standing in front of the desk sorting his schoolbag.
Wen Yan glanced at him, folded the paper back, stuffed it into the pocket again, put the jacket lightly in place, and the zipper made a soft click. After a while, Wen Yan picked up the phone and played the game again, and asked casually, "Do you have a job outside?"
Jin Heng changed his pajamas and walked over to the bed, tall and thin: "I plan to find a part-time job during the summer vacation."
Wen Yan shut down the game and frowned: "It's the critical time to go to school, it's not suitable for work, and I have to make up classes during the summer vacation."
It is not clear whether Chongming will make up or not, but according to the tradition over the years, No. 6 Middle School will definitely have to make up.
Jin Heng never cared about studying, so when he lay on the bed, he suddenly made a squeak. He turned off the light, and the dampness on his body and the scent of shower gel were particularly evident in the dark night: " Let's talk about it then."
Wen Yan put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and said, "Tell me something."
In fact, he is a clumsy person, and it is inevitable to show it at such a time, but it cannot be faked.
During the gym class that day, Wen Yan and Jin Heng were sitting together, and many people saw it. No matter what the reason, they were more or less afraid. The most obvious one was probably Pang Yifan.
I don't know what Wen Yan did, but overnight, Pang Yifan changed from a fighting rooster to a frightened rat crossing the street. Jin Heng was sitting in his seat after class that day, and a shadow suddenly fell in front of him. When he looked up, he saw Pang Yifan standing tremblingly. at your desk.
Jin Heng held a bottle of water in his hand, he slowly tightened the lid, and his emotions were dripping: "Is something wrong?"
Pang Yifan looked at him with complicated eyes, both hated and fearful, with a hint of suffocation. Literally: "I'm sorry..."
The weak mosquito, if it wasn't for Jin Heng staring at his lips, he wouldn't know what he was talking about.
Jin Heng put the water back on the table, and leaned against the back of the chair with a mature and shrewd look that did not belong to his age, the eyes inherited from his mother made him look very clean: "What are you talking about, I can't hear you. ?"
Jin Heng didn't seem to care about his apology, he smiled, making his back chill: "Be louder."
Pang Yifan heard that his chest was up and down, which was a precursor to his rage, but for some reason, he endured it again, facing the strange gazes around him, and said again: "I'm sorry."
It's a little clearer this time.
Jin Heng wanted to laugh a little, for no reason, maybe he felt that these three words were rather ironic and powerless, got up from his seat, his tall figure was extremely oppressive, and he could not hear his emotions: "I see. "
Neither forgive nor forgive.
If a man stabbed him, the best way to ask for forgiveness is to stab him himself, rather than saying such nonsense here.
Pang Yifan's face was pale, and his already ugly face became more and more weird. He stared at Jin Heng with a pair of eyes, probably wanting to say something cruel, but he didn't know what to think, and he didn't do anything, and rushed out of the classroom door.
Others in the class were watching the excitement, but they didn't dare to talk about anything. It wasn't until the teacher entered the classroom that the normal atmosphere was restored.
At noon, the teacher dragged the class, Wen Yan waited at the door for more than ten minutes, and Jin Heng came out of the school. He walked through the crowded vendors, his clothes were a little messy, and his hair was a little messy, as if running over: "I'm here late. already."
Wen Yan kicked away the cigarette butt at his feet: "It's okay, it didn't take long."
He always refuses to wear his school uniform properly. It is either worn on his shoulders or tied around his waist. The black sports t-shirt makes him a little cold, lazy but sharp, so no one dares to come forward and talk to him, otherwise there will be Many girls are willing to take the initiative to add friends.
Wen Yan took Jin Heng to a meal at noon, and when he took him back to school at noon, he didn't know what to think. He took a small stack of money out of his pocket, counted it, and found exactly five, and handed it to Jin Heng: "Take it."
Jin Heng took it and glanced at it, not knowing why: "Why give me the money?"
Wen Yan didn't like to explain so much, but it was the first time to do this kind of thing, and it would feel awkward. He skillfully lit a cigarette with a lighter, put it in his mouth, and lifted his eyelids: "What can money do, don't spend it? Can you still eat it?"
The smoke is a bit choking.
Jin Heng asked back, "Give me flowers?"
Wen Yan hummed: "Buy what you want to buy yourself."
Four hundred for tuition and miscellaneous fees is enough, and he rounded up to give five hundred. Just do whatever Jin Heng spends.
This kind of thing has happened in my past life. It is no exaggeration to say that most of Jin Heng's tuition fees for high school and university are stored in Wen Yan's place. The other party is both a protective umbrella and a cash machine. prison.
There was nothing wrong with what the system said at the beginning. Jin Heng was scum and soft. The difference was that he was both a victim and a perpetrator.
Jin Heng snorted, then put the money in his pocket, glanced over Wen Yan's unruly eyebrows, not knowing what he was thinking, and only after a while said: "I'll pay you back later."
Although it may not be possible to pay it off, a bad debt from the previous life is still owed to this day.
Wen Yan naturally couldn't let him pay it back, so he whispered in the lingering smoke: "Let's go to class, and we'll talk about work later."
As a delinquent teenager, he never thought that one day he would persuade others to study hard.
Jin Heng glanced at the time. There were still ten minutes before class. Seeing that the lunch vendors were gradually closing their stalls, he took Wen Yan and walked to the side alley. The place was later abandoned and overgrown with weeds, and no one came at all.
Wen Yan didn't understand the situation, his eyes were alert: "What are you doing?"
"Shh," Jin Heng whispered in his ear, with a half-smile, "be quiet, or it will be bad if someone finds out."
Wen Yan wanted to find something, but before he had time to ask, he was suddenly kissed by Jin Heng, his pupils shrank, he never thought that the other party would be so bold, and whispered: "Are you crazy?"
Jin Heng wrapped his arms around his waist, then tightened it suddenly, deepening the kiss, biting his ear slightly, the heat sprayed on his neck, ambiguous and sultry, the more anxious Wen Yan was, the more he wanted to laugh: " Don't you find it exciting?"
Wen Yan thought that this was a bit too fucking exciting, and he resisted, but Jin Heng's kiss was dizzy, his brain was deprived of oxygen, and finally he couldn't even stand.
Jin Heng clasped his waist, waited for Wen Yan to recover, and then slowly released his hand, listening to the other party's low breathing sound, his fingertips rubbed Wen Yan's too bright lips for a moment, like a joke Said: "Reward you, send charcoal in the snow."
Wen Yan wanted to give money and reward him with a kiss? Angrily, "I didn't come out to prostitute."
Jin Heng thought that Wen Yan would dare to say anything, the tip of his ear moved, and when he heard the class bell rang, he leaned over Wen Yan's lips and finally put a light kiss on his lips, and said, "I'm going to class."
It was obvious that there was a deeper contact just now, but this kiss, which was as light as a little water, was so gentle that it made one's heart palpitate.
Wen Yan stared at Jin Heng's face that was close at hand, and couldn't help twitching his eyelashes, and then responded slowly, "Oh, then you go."
Jin Heng straightened up and said to him, "You also go back to class."
Wen Yan was sleeping in class. Hearing Jin Heng say this, he scratched his hair and said, "Got it."
The placement test of No. 6 Middle School was scheduled for the eve of the summer vacation, and some people had already set it up by default. Jin Heng belonged to the type who rose in the later period. The teacher was worried that his performance would not be stable. The practice set, but Jin Heng didn't plan to go to class 1 at all.
The head teacher had high expectations for him: "Take the test well, and if you don't understand anything, you can ask the teacher."
Jin Heng nodded his thanks and left the office, but before he even walked out of the school gate, he saw Yan Na waiting outside, carrying her schoolbag, walking back and forth outside, inexplicably a little restless.
Jin Heng stuffed the paper into his schoolbag and asked her, "What's the matter with you?"
Seeing that it was him, Yan Na finally stopped, frowning and complaining: "You finally came out, there are mosquitoes outside, I'm about to be bitten to death."
Jin Heng was quite surprised when she saw that she didn't sneak out to find Xu Meng during her late self-study study. While walking downstairs with her, he said, "Where is Xu Meng, didn't you come to pick you up?"
Yan Na pouted: "Oh, he and Wen Yan have something to do today, and they may not be able to come. They said that if we waited too long and didn't come, let us go back first."
There is a reason why Yan Na is annoying. Xu Meng and Wen Yan can have anything wrong with them. They can't be delayed by their studies. They either go to bars, go to girls, or fight, but they don't drink and go for girls. People, then only fights are left.
Jin Heng also guessed a few points, did not speak, and said after a while: "Let's see the situation tomorrow."
Yan Na pouted: "That's the only way."
Jin Heng and Yan Na went home separately when they reached the intersection. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, looked up Wen Yan's contact information, paused for a long time on the screen with his fingertips, and finally did not call out, only sent a message information.
At the gate of the school, Pang Yifan was being dragged and dragged towards the bar by a few gangsters. His home was out of town, and he was a resident. It was definitely not a good thing to go out at this time. His expression was frightened and disturbed. The second "Jin Heng".
Jin Heng glanced at him and met his eyes unexpectedly, then slowly hooked his lips and smiled.
Pang Yifan's face was even more ugly.
Sometimes the system can't figure it out, flapping its wings and asking Jin Heng: [Is this what you want?]
Jin Heng: "Yes."
He glanced at the system, there was no hesitation to say the word, and finally said meaningfully: "He will not be the first, nor will he be the last."
Jiang Shaolong, Pang Yifan...
Who else
Jin Heng was walking on the street in the dark night, feeling a little more happy, but when he walked to the alley in front of his house and went upstairs as usual, he found that his house door was wide open, and the corridor was full of debris, which turned into a weirdness again. smile.
Across the half-opened door, a tall middle-aged man could vaguely see something, drawers, beds, wardrobes, full of mess. Find something that will save his life.
"Where's the money... where's the money... there's no... there's no..."
With a "bang", Jin Heng opened the door expressionlessly. He threw his schoolbag on the ground and looked at the other party with dark eyes: "The money is with me."
The middle-aged man shuddered when he heard the words, and was shocked as if he was caught doing something wrong. He got up from the ground in a conditioned reflex, and now he has the unhealthy blue and black after drinking and smoking for a long time. His face shape is vaguely similar to that of Jin Heng.
Jin Changqing was so absorbed that he didn't even notice when Jin Heng appeared at the door. He hadn't seen this son for a long time. He smiled awkwardly with his hands, "Ah-Heng, Dad came back here last month."
Jin Heng glanced at the debris on the ground, the smile in his eyes did not change, but it was a little cold when he looked closely: "Well, I know."
Jin Changqing was taken aback: "How do you know?"
Jin Heng smiled but not: "Didn't you already come in last time?"
He stepped over the messy things on the ground and saw that the baffles in the drawer compartment had been removed, he sneered, then flipped the opened bed back and took a seat beside the bed: "What are you looking for, I'll help Find it together."
In Jin Changqing's mind, this son was restrained and shy, he didn't dare to say a word when he was beaten, the fear in his heart was a little less, and his face was thicker, and he couldn't care about anything: "A-Heng, Dad owes money outside recently. Loan shark, did your mother leave you a sum of money when she died, and you can borrow it from your father to make money."
"It's spent," Jin Heng patted his trouser legs, "I left it many years ago, and it's already been spent."
Jin Changqing's complexion changed: "That's the money your grandma sold the house, how about the hundreds of thousands, and it's all spent?"
Jin Heng looked at him quietly, with a strange arc on his lips: "Dad, you forgot, that money was left by grandma to mother for surgery, and you stole it and gambled, did you forget?"
Jin Changqing's face was pale, and he choked in his throat, unable to block it: "nonsense, your mother must have left you money, otherwise how have you lived these years, hurry up! Find it and give it to me!"
In a hurry, he directly grabbed Jin Heng's shoulder, and his fingertips were about to sink into his flesh: "The group of loan sharks have been looking for me, if I can't get any more money, they will chop my leg off. , you can't just watch your father die, can you? Huh?!"
Jin Changqing was sweating profusely: "A-Heng! A-Heng! You have to help Dad!"
Jin Heng frowned and tried to break free from him, but finally found that Jin Changqing was too strong to be shaken at all, and squinted his eyes: "Okay, let me go, I'll get you a bank card."
Jin Changqing looked happy: "Really?!"
Jin Heng: "Really."
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Jin Changqing's hand was loosened, got up from the bed, and walked to the desk under the gaze of the other party, but when he passed the kitchen, he took a knife directly from the cutting board.
Jin Changqing was startled: "What are you doing?!"