Everyone in Wen Yan's class knows that this guy doesn't put any books in his schoolbag, but only bricks. For no other reason, he just takes advantage of the fight.
Wen Yan certainly wouldn't be ashamed of such a trivial matter. Smoking was not allowed in KFC, so he could only bang on the corner of the table with a cigarette case, he heard Xu Meng's words, and glanced at the other party, but for the first time he didn't reply. what.
Fight what
What Xu Meng said was probably true.
Although Wen Yan had already known this for a long time, when I mentioned it today, it was inexplicably uncomfortable, so that in the second half of the time when Jin Heng changed Yan Na's homework, he didn't even say a word, and became silent for the first time ever. .
When it was getting dark, they just left to go home, Yan Na put the papers in her schoolbag: "Jin Heng, your lectures are much better than the tutors in the cram school, it's simple and clear, and the most important thing is that I still understand them all. already."
Yan Na's homework is all basic questions, just apply the formulas. She would say this because the old man in the cram school was too boring to teach, and he had an instinctive sense of resistance to the teacher. When Jin Heng was lecturing, she was very relaxed and listened carefully.
Xu Meng groaned, "Then your mother paid you a waste of money to hire a teacher."
Yan Na was about to speak when she heard Jin Heng say, "If you don't know how, you can ask me, anyway, it's a class."
Yan Na sighed: "It will be a long time to be divided into classes later."
Wen Yan had been addicted to smoking for a long time, and was standing at the door smoking. Hearing this, he took back a few thoughts and asked subconsciously, "What class?"
Yan Na: "The sixth middle school is divided into classes. Jin Heng has good grades. It is estimated that he has to go to the rocket class. Remember to keep an eye on him and study hard."
The last sentence is a joke.
The sunset was dyed in the sky, and the streets and buildings were all turned into the color of dusk. Wen Yan leaned against the roadside railing to smoke, but Jin Heng didn't rush it and waited quietly beside him: "What do you want to say to me when you are on the court? ?"
Wen Yan's movements paused, and after a long while, he spoke in a vague voice, trying to explain the matter in an understatement: "It's nothing, just let you stay at my house, lest that lunatic come over again. "
He thought that Jin Heng would think about it before making a decision, but the other party of the clinker nodded and agreed, and it went smoothly: "Also, it's just the weekend, let's move things to your house in the next two days."
This time, the dumbfounded person became Wen Yan, he was holding a cigarette, squinting his eyes in disbelief, raising his hand and waving the smoke in front of him: "Jin Heng, you can't be a little more reserved, you'll be so rude if you change it to someone else. Going upside down? Aren't you afraid of being sold?"
"I'm worthless," Jin Heng said in a serious tone, looking at him intently: "Only you will want it."
Against the backdrop of the setting sun, his eyebrows and eyes looked very clean, his dark hair fell into a light afterglow, and Wen Yan's face was clearly reflected in his pupils. In an instant, time seemed to start to flow backwards, and stopped in a certain scene in his previous life. We used to stand on the street talking together like this.
- A piece of soot fell and was blown away by the wind.
Wen Yan took off the cigarette, laughed, and wanted to say something, but didn't say anything. He used the hand holding the cigarette to light Jin Heng, and it took a long time to spit out a few words: "I don't want it."
Jin Heng asked back, "Really not?"
Wen Yan groaned, but did not speak.
Jin Heng had very few things, only some simple clothes and personal items. It didn't take much effort to pack them up. He probably checked them out at night, and rented a car for a ride, and he had already moved them.
Wen Yan lives alone most of the time. The house is not messy, but it is not neat either. Game consoles are scattered on the sofa, unwashed clothes are placed on the chairs, and the quilt is messy and not folded, which fits his style. .
"There is a room next to it that is vacant, you can live in it after packing."
Wen Yan carried his luggage and couldn't get out of it, so he kicked the door open with his feet, threw the things on the bed, and was about to introduce Jin Heng about his home, but when he turned around, he found that the other party was studying him and threw it on the chair. clothes.
Jin Heng asked, "Is this dirty laundry?"
Wen Yan tugged at the blood spots and mud marks left by the fight on the cuffs. Doesn't this show that it is dirty: "Why, can't you see it?"
Jin Heng put the clothes back: "Why don't you wash it?"
Wen Yan was too lazy to wash: "I forgot."
Jin Heng's memory was amazing, and he reminded him warmly: "I remember you wearing this coat three days ago, remember to wash it at night."
Wen Yan tutted: "I asked you to live here for refuge, not for you to be a mother."
Jin Heng turned a deaf ear. He was a little stubborn in some respects and didn't want to see messy things. Wen Yan could only find a rag and a mop to clean it up, and then he could rest in the middle of the night.
Wen Yan collapsed on the sofa, raised his eyelids lazily to look at Jin Heng, and said half-truly, "Thank you, for letting me know for the first time what cleaning is."
It can be seen that 80% of the school cleaning rotations have never been done before.
Jin Heng packed up a few bags of garbage: "You're welcome, I'm also curious about how you survived before."
Wen Yan thought about how to live, not just like that, he propped his head to look at Jin Heng, and after a while, got up and walked over to grab the work in his hand: "Go take a bath, you have to go to school tomorrow."
Jin Heng calmly reminded him: "Tomorrow Sunday, I won't go to school."
Wen Yan asked him, "What's the matter if you don't go to school, you won't take a bath if you don't go to school?"
Jin Heng smiled, raised his hand and pinched Wen Yan's chin, the living room lights poured down and fell on his shoulders, and the dark pupils also had two more lights, he approached Wen Yan's ear, and then slowly bit the other person's earlobe, He said in a low voice: "Do you know that the word "wolf into the room"..."
Wen Yan was bitten by his body - trembling, his mind was blank, how could he know what a wolf is not a wolf, the language is not good: "What?"
"It's nothing," Jin Heng lowered his eyes, pinched his chin, and bit him on his lips, "just if there is a wolf next to him, don't be so rampant."
After he finished speaking, he slowly released Wen Yan, and took a change of clothes into the bathroom. With the sound of the door being clicked—the sound on his vocal cords, the latter came back to his senses.
Jin Heng had never been to Wen Yan's house, even if they had done the most intimate things in their previous lives, he stood under the shower, letting the hot water pour down his head, the meandering water slid down his body, as if he wanted to caress. Heal those old wounds.
Jin Heng closed his eyes, motionless, and opened it after a long while, as if a drowned man had escaped from the trapped sea, he couldn't help but took a deep breath, he turned off the shower, and once again realized the feeling of death. It really doesn't feel good.
Jin Heng dried his hair and walked out of the bathroom. He remembered that he still had homework to do. He walked to the desk and opened the zipper of his schoolbag. He said to Wen Yan, who was lying on the sofa and playing games, "Go wash, I'll write in a while. Operation."
Wen Yan tutted: "What kind of homework are you writing in the middle of the night?"
He has taken up all the reasoning. If it is daytime now, he will definitely say "what kind of homework to write in the daytime".
Jin Heng knew him too well, so he pulled out the chair and sat down, but he didn't know what to think, and his eyes moved to the black schoolbag next to him - the one that Wen Yan often carried.
Jin Heng watched it for a while, then brought the schoolbag over. He felt that there was nothing in it, but it was heavy. He opened the zipper and saw that there were two bricks lying inside.
… What Xu Meng said turned out to be true.
Jin Heng felt quite stupid, he took out the brick, threw it aside, found a thick dictionary and stuffed it in, Wen Yan was about to enter the bathroom, but backed away when he saw this, leaning against the door frame and disgusted: "I It's heavy and useless without books."
Jin Heng asked, "So that's why you went to school for two years with a brick on your back?"
Wen Yan felt that he was mocking himself, but he couldn't find any evidence, so he couldn't stop choking.
Jin Heng told him: "Actually, it hurts more when the dictionary hits people."
A brick will shatter in one shot, and a dictionary will not rot even if you play it many times.
Wen Yan didn't believe it: "You just talk nonsense."
He had a very high tolerance for Jin Heng, and let the other party dump his schoolbag and went into the bathroom with his pajamas to take a shower.
When Jin Heng was burying his head in his homework, the system sat beside him and watched quietly. The blue body had a strong sense of presence, making it difficult to ignore.
Jin Heng finally couldn't help it, raised his eyes and asked, "Are you okay?"
The system sits neatly: [It's okay, just watching - I'm doing my homework, I haven't seen it before, just treat me as a desk lamp]
#Blue limited edition spherical 009 small table lamp#
Jin Heng turned the tip of his pen: "You are too bright."
System: [It's okay, I can adjust it.]
After it finished speaking, it slowly lowered the brightness of its body to a suitable level, and then continued to watch Jin Heng do his homework. At first glance, it was no different from a desk lamp.
Jin Heng glanced at it, and finally decided to ignore it and continued to write his own test paper. The room was so quiet that he could only hear the rustling sound of the tip of the pen rubbing against the paper. When he was about to finish writing, he suddenly heard the system say: [Study hard, improve every day .]
It's really a bad street to the point where it can't be a bad street again.
Jin Heng raised his eyebrows lightly: "Do you say that to every host?"
The system twisted: [Dear, I only told you that.]
The first few are all grown ups and don't need to go to school. 009 will only tell them to reform and be a new person.
Jin Heng smiled, not knowing why, but always felt that if the system was an individual, it would be a bit like a scumbag of the central air conditioner, and asked with a half-smile, "Why?"
The system took a look at the notes: [People must be good at taking advantage of their own advantages, without violating the bottom line of morality and the bottom line of the law, the interstellar space station allows the host to use reasonable means to gain a future.]
In the last world, Jin Heng's life had actually reached its peak, and it would be a good idea to do it all over again.
The law is fair and just, but it cannot restrain those who are morally corrupt, such as those who oppose the hearts of the people, those who are ruthless, and those who bully the weak, so the system exists because of this. Under the law, they have become another invisible barrier. above the moral bottom line.
Jin Heng turned the book: "There are still many people like me, can you come here?"
The system is a brainless fan: [Listen to the arrangement of the interstellar executive!]
Jin Heng didn't speak, he felt that he was too middle school, so he calmly turned the page, but saw the blue fat ball flying over again: [Dear, I know what you mean, but fate can't favor everyone .]
Destiny is too delicate. Instead of waiting for it to come, it is better to try to make yourself stronger. Companionship and protection have an end. They are as close as parents, and some will eventually leave. Heaven, the system will not be able to protect it for a long time, and it will last forever. Instead, it will make the host dependent. This is why the Interstellar Executive does not allow them to interfere too much.
The only way to stand up is to make yourself stronger.
Wen Yan and Jin Heng in the previous life had gone to two extremes.
Jin Heng paused while flipping the book, raised his eyes to look at the system, but the latter only flapped his wings twice, and then disappeared into the air with a swoosh: [Dear, good night, tomorrow will be a beautiful day again~]
"… "
Jin Heng closed the book with an expressionless face, and suddenly realized that Wen Yan had not come out of the bathroom for a long time, got up and walked over to take a look. Across the half-open door, he saw Wen Yan washing clothes, and the sink was soaking in the The dirty coat made him tired.
Jin Heng leaned against the door frame, looked at it for a long time, and then said, "Let's soak it all night, and it will be washed off tomorrow."
Wen Yan didn't want to wash it at first, but when he heard what he said, he threw the clothes back like a hot potato, with disgust on his face, and when he got up, he couldn't hold back his breath: "Fuck, it's more tiring than I fight."
Jin Heng: "So try to strip as much as possible next time you fight."
Wen Yan's eyelids-jump: "Shouldn't you let me fight less?"
Jin Heng smiled and walked to the room: "Then do you listen?"
Wen Yan dawdled and said, "It depends on the situation."
He instinctively followed Jin Heng, but when he reached the door, the other party suddenly stopped. I saw Jin Heng turned his head and asked him with a half-smile, "Are you going to sleep with me?"
Wen Yan reacted slowly, this was Jin Heng's room, and slowly put his hand into his pocket: "Then you have a good rest, call me if you have something, I'm next door."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Jin Heng, and then turned back to his room.
It was probably because someone lived next door. Wen Yan couldn't sleep tonight. He was leaning on his arm and wanted to smoke when he was bored, but the cigarette case was empty, so he could only endure it, as if there were countless ants crawling in his heart. Biting, so uncomfortable I don't know what to do.
Wen Yan turned over and realized with hindsight that addiction is a very fatal thing.
In the silent room, there was only the rustling sound of his turning over, on average every ten seconds, as if he was sleeping on a needle board instead of a bed, just when Wen Yan finally made himself a little sleepy. At that time, a coolness suddenly hit the quilt, followed by an equally cool body.
Jin Heng's voice was a little more muffled in the dark night, and the heat was sprayed thinly on his neck: "Aren't you going to sleep?"
Wen Yan never thought that Jin Heng would do the bed-crawling thing in the middle of the night.
Jin Heng wrapped his arms around his waist under the quilt, Wen Yan felt his back pressed against the man's chest, and even his heart beat unexpectedly: "See if you slept, but you didn't."
Wen Yan didn't speak, the tingling feeling that he had caused from smoking just now suddenly receded like a tide, and it became eerily quiet. He turned over and faced Jin Heng. He was about to say something, but he didn't have a word When he spit it out, someone grabbed the back of his head and kissed him.
Jin Heng's day and night are two completely different appearances. He didn't give Wen Yan any room to resist, even though the latter didn't want to resist, his lips entangled with endless plunder. - A spark that ignites a prairie fire, an inexhaustible ambition.
Jin Heng walked and rubbed his fingertips across his clothes, feeling the uneven old scars on Wen Yan's body, and finally leaned over slowly and bit the corner of his clothes - he lifted it up a little bit, his waist still remained from the fight the day before yesterday. cyan below.
Jin Heng buried himself in his neck and said, "You have a lot of wounds on your body..."
Wen Yan hummed, he grabbed Jin Heng's arm, and could vaguely feel that the places where the hands were hidden by the sleeves during the day were covered in scars, not sure if they were cut by a knife or scratched with a pencil: "You have a lot too. "
The difference is that Wen Yan was left behind by the fight, while Jin Heng was bullied unilaterally.
Wen Yan's slender and powerful fingertips - a little bit upwards, rubbed the wounds, whether flat or convex, some had healed, some had left marks, he raised his head in the dark night, approached Jin Heng's ear and said hoarsely: "In the future I protect you… "
He said, "I will protect you from now on."
Some things are predestined, and fate cannot and cannot be changed.
Jin Heng didn't speak, he embraced Wen Yan, the two bruised bodies were close to each other, the heat was passed back and forth, and at the end they kissed upside down a few times, their lips and teeth touched, and the force was so strong that blood was even splattered.
Jin Heng's Adam's apple moved slightly, swallowing the blood, his fingertips brushed Wen Yan's stern brows, his eyes seemed to be able to read people's hearts: "I take it seriously."