Jin Heng pointed at Jin Changqing with the not-so-sharp knife in his hand, and then walked in front of him step by step. The shadow was pulled obliquely and distorted by the moonlight outside the window. He saw Jin Changqing's face showing panic, and smiled with great interest. calm,
"Don't you want money? Go underground and I'll burn it for you."
Jin Heng hated him even more than Jiang Shaolong, who lost his mother when he was young, was full of debts, and lived a fragmented life for more than ten years, thanks to Jin Changqing, a gambler.
When Jin Changqing heard the words, he didn't have time to speak, but he saw a flash of white light in front of him, and the blade stabbed directly. He was so frightened that he hurriedly ducked back. I am your father!"
Jin Heng turned a deaf ear, the first stab was crooked, and he wanted to stab the second, but he was caught by the system and couldn't move his left leg. When he saw that Jin Changqing was about to run out, he simply threw the knife and restrained him with his arm. His neck dragged the man back from the door and wrestled into a ball on the ground.
Jin Changqing was an adult after all, and a few back and forth broke free from Jin Heng's restraint, and punched him in the face in anger: "Fuck you, when you were born, I should have strangled you, saying, money is in where!"
Jin Heng was beaten to the side, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He lay on the ground with his face covered, his dark eyes blocked by his hair, and stared at Jin Changqing, just laughing, making people creepy.
Jin Changqing's complexion has gradually turned hideous, he strangled Jin Heng's neck and shook it vigorously, only to feel that his son's face overlapped with that of his deceased wife. , where's the money! I'll strangle you if you don't say anything!"
The system was anxious to become an ant on the hot pot, and flew over and hit Jin Changqing hard twice: [Let go! let go!]
However, Jin Changqing could not feel the existence of the system at all, he choked Jin Heng, trying to convince him: "I am your father, you actually want to kill me?! Take out the money, take it out, let me turn over the book one last time, How much do we need to win it back!"
Jin Heng didn't speak, he tilted his head with difficulty, groping with one hand on the ground, trying to touch the knife that fell on the ground.
Now Jiang Shaolong has dropped out of school, and Pang Yifan is not good. If he dies today, Jin Heng will not regret it, but he must pull Jin Changqing to accompany him to die.
The sound of fighting continued in the small rental house, and even the neighbors woke up, but few people came out to see, at best, cursed through the doors and windows and received thousands of knives.
Wen Yan just came back from the hospital, originally just wanted to make sure that Jin Heng was home, but the old building was not soundproofed, and he could hear some slight movements while standing under the alley. up.
Jin Heng's vision was blurred due to excessive hypoxia. In a trance, he touched something sharp and cold. With strength from nowhere, he tightened his fingertips and grasped it fiercely, then moved towards the one who was pinching his neck. One hand slashed hard.
"what!"
Just when Jin Changqing screamed out because of the pain, the closed door was suddenly kicked open with a bang. Wen Yan saw this messy scene when he entered the door, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he didn't want to grab Jin Changqing's collar directly. , overturned the person to the ground, and hurriedly went to check Jin Heng's situation.
"Jin Heng!"
Jin Heng clutched his neck, staggered up from the ground, and held the knife tightly in his hand. He saw Wen Yan appearing in front of him, and Jin Changqing rushed out of the door. He didn't expect to catch up, but his fingertips finally loosened. When it fell to the ground with a clatter, there was a hoarse and broken low cough in the throat.
Wen Yan grabbed his shoulders, frowned and said anxiously, "Jin Heng?!"
Jin Heng actually had no strength anymore. He leaned back against the desk and slowly slid down, his throat was burning with pain, his chest was heaving and he was breathing heavily, and then he struggled to look up at Wen Yan.
Jin Heng moved his lips, the broken hair on his forehead covered his eyes, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hear it at all, he even had the mood to laugh: "Why are you here..."
Wen Yan wanted to ask something, but was afraid that something would happen to Jin Heng, so he pulled him up from the ground and wanted to carry him to the hospital, but the latter didn't want to go, so he avoided his hand: "It's okay, I can't die."
Wen Yan saw the blood-stained knife on the ground, and glanced over Jin Heng's body inch by inch, but did not see any skin trauma, it could only be the man's just now, he held Jin Heng's hand, and stared at the corner of his mouth. Broken: "What the hell happened?!"
Jin Heng's emotions always come and go quickly, but now they have calmed down, he lowered his head, slowly wiped the blood between his fingers with the hem of his clothes, and exposed his evil deeds in front of his eyes without any cover. , said something slowly and lightly: "Oh... I wanted to kill him, but he ran away."
"… "
Wen Yan looked at him, didn't speak, the air fell into a deep condensate for a while.
Jin Heng didn't look up, he just sat in a mess, wiped the blood between his fingers with the hem of his clothes, over and over again, focused and paranoid, his knuckles were turning blue, but the blood dried up and solidified into scabs, Can't wipe it off.
Wen Yan suddenly said: "Don't wipe it."
Jin Heng turned a deaf ear, wiped his fingers hard, Wen Yan grabbed his hand, his eyes were a little red: "Don't wipe it!"
Wen Yan didn't know who the middle-aged man was or why Jin Heng wanted to kill him. He only knew that when he rushed in, Jin Heng was lying on the ground and was about to die. That scene made him feel for the first time in his life. panic.
Wen Yan ignored Jin Heng's struggle and hugged him into his arms as if to comfort him. Looking at the signs of fighting around him, he gritted his teeth, and after a long while, he reluctantly said a word: "It's okay, I'm here."
Wen Yan grabbed his cold hand: "I'm here."
After he finished speaking, after a long time, he pulled Jin Heng up from the ground, forcibly took him to the kitchen to wash his hands, then made up the scattered bed, let Jin Heng lie down, and wrapped him tightly with the quilt, He also lay beside him.
Wen Yan hugged him tightly and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep."
There was a faint smell of tobacco on the front of his clothes, and the boy's figure was not necessarily too generous, but it gave people a sense of security, and used his arms to wrap Jin Heng tightly into his arms.
Jin Heng opened his eyes in the dark night. With a ray of light, the mottled bruises on Wen Yan's face could be vaguely seen, and he quietly stared at him: "You got into a fight."
There is no gangster who doesn't fight, even if Wen Yan doesn't want to pick on things, he can't be a tortoise when someone comes to him.
Wen Yan didn't care much, he touched the swollen scar on his face, then looked at the bruise on Jin Heng's mouth, touched it lightly with his fingertips, then retracted his hand, and the warm palm gently covered Jin Heng Heng's eyes: "Yeah."
Wen Yan said, "We won."
Jin Heng didn't speak any more, his vision was pitch black, and he could only feel the constant temperature in Wen Yan's palm, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally he fell asleep.
Wen Yan waited for a long time, and finally felt that Jin Heng's breathing was gradually steady, and finally got up lightly. Fortunately, the old bed didn't fall off the chain at this time, making some messy noises.
The ground is full of mess.
Wen Yan lit the light with his mobile phone, leaned over and packed everything back to its original place, including the rummaged clothes in the closet, folded them all, and quietly closed the cabinet door.
Finally, the knife with blood on the ground.
Wen Yan stared at it for a long time, then leaned over and wrapped it in a tissue to pick it up. He went into the kitchen to rinse off the blood stains with water, and wrapped it layer by layer in a plastic bag with a towel. After several hesitations, he finally put it into his schoolbag.
A blue ball of light landed on the desk quietly, as if it were an ornament. 009 was connected to Jin Heng's sea of consciousness. It sensed that Jin Heng's emotions were chaotic and fluctuating, and it flapped its wings and gently landed on it. Next to the pillow, a blue energy line as thin as a gossamer penetrated into his brain.
Jin Heng fell into a long dream.
The majestic rainy night, the alley downstairs, the location is generally the same.
At this time, Jin Heng had completed the college entrance examination, but Jin Changqing owed a lot of debt outside, smashed the lock and slipped into the house to steal all the valuables.
The gold necklace left by the deceased wife before her death, and Jin Heng's half-work-study, savings, but Jin Changqing doesn't care so much, he can take whatever is valuable, and the empty home is finally like a robber entering the house , there is nothing left.
Jin Changqing took the bank card and went to withdraw money tremblingly and excitedly. However, after trying the password several times, the password was incorrect. In the end, he could only turn back in a huff. Who would have thought that Jin Heng would stand at the entrance of the corridor and wait for him, with his hands quietly hanging by his side. , clenched tightly.
Jin Changqing did not hold an umbrella, and the majestic rain hood was poured down like a greedy water dog: "A-Heng, what is the password of the bank card, what is the password?!"
Jin Heng didn't speak. He walked down the steps step by step with his hands behind his back. The cold rain drenched him. He lowered his head, as if he was brewing something. His hands were shaking because of fear and hatred.
Jin Changqing raised the volume and almost growled: "What is the password!"
Jin Heng's hands behind his back were so tight, he took a deep breath, slowly raised his head to look at Jin Changqing in the rain, and said a word in a low and trembling voice: "Give me the card and my mother's relics. …”
Money is used for college, and relics cannot be thrown away.
Jin Changqing hated Jin Heng's appearance of being soft and hard, and grabbed his collar against the wall: "Everyone is dead, what's the use of keeping those broken things, is money important to your father's life? ?! Do you want to watch me get hacked to death by loan sharks?!"
Jin Heng's eyes were empty, and the rain fell down his face, only stubbornly repeating one sentence: "Give me the card, and my mother's relic..."
His attitude obviously angered Jin Changqing. The mottled walls were rusted with dust, and the street lamps had been in disrepair for a long time. Two figures scrambling together could vaguely be seen, rolling together on the ground, their clothes covered with mud.
Later, Wen Yan arrived, and after that, there was a melee of three people in the alley...
It wasn't until a scream sounded that the air suddenly became silent. The three of them stepped back like an electric shock and pulled the distance away. When there was a light clang, the blade fell to the ground, while Jin Changqing clutched his abdomen and slowly fell down with a pale face, a little bit of dazzling blood. It spreads out, ticking down the fingers.
The scene was dark and chaotic, who moved the hand
No one knew, including the man who hid the knife.
Seeing this, Jin Heng staggered back, his face was as white as a piece of paper, his back was pressed against the wall, and then he looked at Wen Yan in a daze, and after a long time, he said with difficulty and hoarseness: "I killed someone. ...?"
Somewhat unbelievable.
He asked Wen Yan, "I... killed someone?"
Jin Heng's thin body almost couldn't stand the blow of the rainstorm, as if it would disappear in the next moment. His lips were pale, his pupils were dark, his face could not tell whether it was rain or tears, and he poured his body cold and thoroughly. .
He just wants to get his money back...
He doesn't want to be bullied anymore...
He thought, he wanted to get out of here...
That's all.
Wen Yan was also in a daze, and it took a long time for him to come back to his senses. He responded very quickly, clenched Jin Heng's hand in the thunder, and reminded him in a low voice, "It's not you!"
It's not Jin Heng, who is that
Wen Yan picked up the knife on the ground, the blood was quickly washed away by the rain, only Jin Changqing was lying on the ground half-dead, the bank card dropped beside him, covered with mud.
Jin Heng is doing well...
Jin Heng has already passed the exam...
Jin Heng is about to go to a major university...
Wen Yan picked up the bank card with trembling fingertips, then hurriedly wiped off the sludge on it with his clothes, and shoved it into Jin Heng's hands with force. He looked around and found that there was no surveillance here, and said to Jin Heng, "Go upstairs."
Jin Heng didn't move.
Wen Yan pushed him hard, with a fierce voice: "Go upstairs!"
Jin Heng seemed to be frightened by him, and ran upstairs with a pale face. As he ran, he looked back, across the heavy rain curtain, Wen Yan's figure was a little blurry, but he was also looking at Jin Heng.
Like a rope that was suddenly cut off, it was broken into two sections, and it went farther and farther.
Jin Heng's figure fell into the corridor, he fell, got up, and continued to walk up again, panting heavily, trembling all over his body, as if his strength was taken out, he couldn't even support his figure, and he was extremely embarrassed. .
Wen Yan stood downstairs.
The rain was pattering. He said something to Jin Heng before: "Exit the test, don't come back."
Jin Heng thought so too. After he finished the exam, he was one step away from the quagmire, one step away, he couldn't... he couldn't be ruined here...
It was just a few short floors, but it seemed like there was no end to it, and there was no way to climb to the top. In a trance, Jin Heng heard the voices of the ambulance and the police car. Look back.
A desperate situation circled behind him, and he couldn't turn back.
The alley is so dark and chaotic, no one knows how Jin Changqing was injured, including himself, maybe he accidentally hit it, or someone else deliberately stabbed it, maybe only God knows the answer.
But if Jin Heng wanted to get out, he had to have someone under his feet.
Someone else had to pay for his freedom and endure years in prison.
The dream is damp and distorted, and the bloody aura is all over it. The system is somewhat difficult to adapt to such negative energy, and slowly pulls away from the energy detection.
Jin Heng's breathing suddenly became rapid, he was lying on the bed, clutching the sheets under him, like a fish struggling to the death out of the water, Wen Yan noticed his heavy breathing, and hurriedly walked to the bedside, only to see Jin Heng His eyes were closed, his head was full of cold sweat, and he spit out a word like a dream: "Wen..."
Wen what
Wen Yan got closer.
“Wen…”
Wen what
Wen Yan got a little closer.
Jin Heng's tense figure suddenly let out his strength, and moved his lips silently: "Smell... Yan..."
It was calling him.
Wen Yan glanced at him, seeing that it was late, he lay down on the bed gently, then hugged Jin Heng again, and patted him on the back rusty: "Well, I'm here."
He has been there.
The clock on the wall was ticking, and when the night fell silent, Jin Heng suddenly opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything clearly, he could only feel the scorching body temperature and tobacco-smelling embrace of the person beside him, motionless.
The system flew in front of him: [Are you awake?]
Its blue body illuminates the ceiling.
Jin Heng rolled his eyes slowly and didn't speak.
The system said: [You are punishing yourself with the mistakes of others.]
It can't catch the handle of Jin Heng's wrongdoing, because he doesn't have to say anything or do anything, Wen Yan has already spontaneously done everything for Jin Heng, right or wrong, good or evil.
For the first time, the system said something like this to Jin Heng: [There is only one chance, if you can't grasp it, it's really gone.]
People's lifespan is so short, some people's encounters are gifts, and some people's encounters are lessons, but when life comes to an end, all memories are cleared, and some people will never meet again.
There is only one gift and one teaching.
Jin Heng has one more chance than others, but he abruptly wants to turn the gift into a lesson. If this is the case, the system will feel it is a pity and a waste.
The system flaps its wings lightly: [Do you want to live?]
Jin Heng did not speak.
The system said: [If you really don't want to live, I can take back the chance of rebirth. What you have now will disappear.]
"… "
Jin Heng finally had a reaction. He tilted his head slowly in the dark night. With the faint blue light on the system, he could vaguely distinguish Wen Yan's deep facial features, heartbeat, and body temperature. They were all real, a living person.
When being held, Jin Heng felt as if he was alive.
He thought a lot about his past life, this life, Jiang Shaolong, Pang Yifan, Jin Changqing, his mother, and...
Smell the flames…
"live… "
Jin Heng looked at the system, suddenly moved his lips silently, and said word by word, "I want to live."
He wants to live.
He wants to live better than anyone else.
Wen Yan fell asleep, the corners of his mouth were bruises after the fight, and gauze was wrapped around his wrists. Even in his sleep, his brows were wrinkled. Jin Heng looked at him for a while. Then he turned around slowly in the dark night, and little by little, he hugged him into his arms, his body was scorching hot and his heart was beating.
They will all live.
They are all alive.