Wen Yan's mouth is very poisonous, but he doesn't usually show it. When he asked such a sentence suddenly, Jin Heng was stunned for a moment, then he reacted, turned to look at him, raised his eyebrows, and did not deny: "Well, I went in."
Wen Yan's eyelids jumped: "Are you quite proud?"
He didn't ride a bike today. He walked slowly home with Jin Heng, while Yan Na and Xu Meng were chasing and playing, laughing constantly. The sky behind him was not dark, showing an extremely mysterious Klein blue, deep and surging, but clean and cold.
Jin Heng asked him in a hurry: "I dare to enter, do you dare?"
Wen Yan choked for a moment, what dare he or not, which man has nothing to do to run to the women's toilet, in addition to being a pervert, Jin Heng is the only one who can do this kind of thing.
There was a long fence next to the flower bed. When Wen Yan stood up, he was just half a head taller than Jin Heng. He put his hands in his pockets and walked forward slowly, his eyes fell on Jin Heng's shoulders vaguely, and then moved away.
There was a wire post blocking the way in front. Jin Heng stretched out his hand and pulled Wen Yan down from the flower bed and walked to a relatively stable path: "Why do you always like to go up."
Wen Yan: "I am happy."
Jin Heng touched his earlobe and pierced the window paper: "Is it because you are shorter than me?"
Obviously they were all about the same age, but Jin Heng leaned on Wen Yan's head. When he straightened up, he was skinny and skinny, and he matched the male models in magazines. His words stabbed a hornet's nest, Wen Yan hooked his neck directly from behind, forcing him to lean down, there was a faint smell of tobacco on his collar: "Fuck, who is shorter than you!"
Jin Heng thought that who is short, who knows: "Guess?"
Wen Yan was in a hurry, but he couldn't really do anything to Jin Heng, so he could only rub his head twice, and then let go: "Okay, I know that you are a hero to save beauty, and you can enter the women's toilet when you enter. , don't attack me personally."
Just as Jin Heng was about to say something, he saw an indistinct wound on his arm, which he hadn't seen during the day, and asked aloud, "Did you go to fight today?"
Wen Yan didn't say a word, and shook his hand indifferently, and hummed as if he should not answer.
Jin Heng asked, "Who did you fight with?"
Xu Meng avoided Yan Na's "chasing" and happened to pass by them. Hearing that, he slowed down, then walked backwards, and said with a half-smile, "Who else, the unlucky bastard who delayed your exam yesterday, was almost killed by him. kill."
Xu Meng stared at Wen Yan with a strange look, as if seeing his good brother falling into the abyss of despair step by step, and then moved to Jin Heng, as if he was the one who started it, and said inexplicably: "You count. Whoever provokes you, maybe those people have beaten them up once they heard Yan Yan."
When he said this, he was always smiling, making it hard to tell if he was joking or something else.
Wen Yan glanced at Jin Heng subconsciously, and then gave Xu Meng a false kick: "Fuck you, can you speak?"
Xu Meng dodged sideways, patted the ashes on the corner of his clothes, and said a sentence that he couldn't hear clearly, and sneered: "You weigh it yourself, whether it's light or heavy, I'm too lazy to care, sooner or later I will cause trouble."
They are not on the same road, and they separated at a fork in the road ahead.
Although Wen Yan was fighting, he also knew that fighting was not a good thing, and it was not worth showing off. Seeing Jin Heng walking beside him without speaking, as if he was thinking about something, he lit a cigarette with a lighter lazily, and deliberately blew a smoke ring towards him.
The smoke was a bit choking, condensed into a white smoke ring in the dark night, and dispersed again after a while.
Wen Yan thought that Jin Heng would have some reaction, but the other party just glanced at him, and then there was no other action.
Wen Yan patted his pocket and could only say: "Don't listen to Xu Meng's nonsense, when he chased Yan Na, he fought harder than me."
Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, and seemed to be a little interested: "Huh?"
Wen Yan thought for a while before saying, "Yan Na used to be similar to you when she was in junior high school, and it seems that she was bullied quite badly. Xu Meng fought a lot because of her, and the most serious one almost went to a juvenile detention center."
In summary,
"He is a crow standing on a pile of coals, seeing other people's blackness, but not seeing his own blackness."
Jin Heng didn't expect such a thing, after all, Yan Na doesn't seem to be the type to be bullied, remembering what Xu Meng said just now, looking at Wen Yan and said slowly: "What he said may be right, maybe One day, you will get into trouble because of me."
Wen Yan obviously didn't take it seriously, and said casually, "What's wrong or not, if you cause it, you will cause it. I have less time to cause trouble in my life?"
This is true.
Jin Heng nodded and agreed with his words. Seeing that there was a convenience store in front of him, the blue sign was lit at night, and he took Wen Yan and walked in. It was quiet inside, and the clerk was dozing off.
Wen Yan didn't know why: "What do you want to buy?"
Jin Heng didn't seem to know what to buy, because he walked slowly by the shelf for a long time without taking anything. He was silent for a second or two before saying, "Today is my birthday."
Wen Yan was stunned: "What?"
Jin Heng tilted his head to look at him, and said seriously and plainly: "Today is my birthday."
I didn't plan to say it originally, because this kind of day has no meaning to Jin Heng, and it will pass when it passes, but the day of adulthood is a hurdle after all, and I always feel that I still have to do something memorable. He didn't realize that Wen Yan was stunned by his sudden words.
"I... you..."
Wen Yan stammered rarely, with a stunned expression: "It's your birthday today, why didn't I know?"
Jin Heng thought to himself that of course you don't know, and I never told you. He looked around, and was not interested in the colorful snacks on the shelf. Then he walked to the cashier, took a box of things, and lightly placed his fingertips on the table, and woke the dozing clerk: "Checkout."
The clerk was a young man. When he saw Jin Heng in a school uniform, he came to the convenience store in the middle of the night to buy this kind of thing.
Jin Heng paid the money, walked out of the store, and found that Wen Yan hadn't followed. When he looked back, he saw that he was still standing there dumbfounded, and then turned back and pulled him out: "Let's go, go home."
Wen Yan didn't speak, but suddenly put the schoolbag into Jin Heng's arms, and hurriedly said: "Sit here and wait for me, come back soon!"
The time for self-study in No.6 Middle School is very late. At this time, most of the shops on the street are closed. Wen Yan is still familiar with this area. He vaguely remembers that there is a cake shop nearby. .
There is also the last store. The warm yellow light inside is shining through. The owner is standing outside, closing the gate for the iron gate. Wen Yan had no energy to run. He immediately turned around and rushed over. The door stopped: "Wait a minute!"
The boss followed the sound and saw a student who was running out of breath. He couldn't help but stop: "What's wrong?"
Wen Yan ran seven or eight streets and was speechless for a while. He leaned over to support his knees with his hands and forcibly suppressed his breathing. After a second or two, he asked intermittently, "Old... Boss... Is there any cake for sale?"
The boss thought for a while: "How many buns are left, do you want them?"
Wen Yan took a breath and waved his hand: "It's not bread, I want cake."
The boss said: "Then you are late, the cake has to be ordered a day in advance."
Wen Yan had never bought a cake before. He saw several large cream cakes placed in the glass window: "Can you sell me one of those?"
The boss laughed at him stupid: "It's a fake model cake, it will kill people if you eat it."
Wen Yan punched the wall depressedly, and asked reluctantly, "What about the small cream cake? You can also cut it into pieces. It's really urgent for my family to celebrate their birthday!"
The boss probably understood the reason. He rolled up the half-fallen iron door, opened the glass door with the key, and took a milk-flavored cake the size of a bento box on the slightly empty shelf. Like a cake base without cream.
The boss asked him, "I really don't have any cakes. You can see if this one works. It's almost the same with two candles."
Wen Yan: "..."
In the middle of the night now, except for bars and 24-hour convenience stores, they are basically closed. Wen Yan can only pay the bill reluctantly, and buy a pack of candles along the way. Worried that Jin Heng waited too long, he ran all the way again.
Jin Heng didn't know what Wen Yan was going to do, so he could only find a bench on the side of the road and wait for him. After about forty minutes, he saw the familiar figure running towards him, his hair blown by the wind. messed up.
Jin Heng stood up subconsciously, seeing Wen Yan carrying a bag in his hand, and guessing secretly: "Have you bought a cake?"
Wen Yan originally felt that he couldn't take out the things he bought, but after hearing his question, he felt that he couldn't take it out, so he scratched his hair: "Fuck, the cake shops are closed."
He put the bag on the bench and took out the bare milk-flavored cake from inside. Under Jin Heng's gaze, he put in a circle of candles and lit them one by one with a lighter. As a result, it was windy at night. His hands were shaking, and he couldn't touch anything.
"Don't worry,"
Jin Heng squatted down beside him, blocked the wind with his hand, took the lighter in Wen Yan's hand and lit a candle, and then used that candle to light the rest of the candles one by one. The warm yellow light came on, turning him to the side. His face was as warm as jade.
Seeing this, Wen Yan's irritable heart calmed down a little for no reason. He raised his hand to help block the wind, glanced at Jin Heng, turned his head back, and said in a low voice, "Why didn't you follow me sooner? Say."
Wen Yan lived a very rough life. In various senses, if it wasn't for someone reminding him, he would even forget that there is a birthday in the world, let alone his boyfriend's birthday.
Jin Heng didn't care much: "Because you have a bad memory."
Wen Yan couldn't even remember his own birthday, so the first half of his life could only be described in four words, "Humble".
Wen Yan's memory is indeed not very good: "Jin Heng, I forgot to ask this time, my fault, I will remember it next time."
Jin Heng knew that what Wen Yan said would be done. He put down the lighter, smiled, and showed him the screen of his mobile phone: "It's not even twelve o'clock, and you've caught up, so it's not like you've forgotten."
In fact, Jin Heng said that when he was celebrating his birthday today, there were some ghosts and ghosts, and he couldn't tell why he told Wen Yan this.
Wen Yan still thinks this cake is a bit sloppy, but it doesn't seem too ugly to light a candle: "Then... blow a candle to make a wish?"
Jin Heng looked at him quietly, without saying a word.
Wen Yan's eyelids jumped: "Do you want to sing a birthday song?"
Jin Heng smiled: "No need."
He didn't believe in wishing or wishing, or in other words, he didn't know what wish he could make, but according to Wen Yan's intention, he slowly closed his eyes and made a wish to the bright candle.
hope…
Their lives after the age of eighteen were peaceful and smooth.
The last life was too hard,
The place where he was born and grew up should be home, not the quagmire of the cage that he dreams of breaking out of.
Jin Heng took so two seconds to open his eyes, and then blew out the candle. Wen Yan was slightly relieved, he pulled out the half-burning colored candles, then broke a piece of cake and handed it to Jin Heng's mouth, and ate a piece himself: "I'll buy you a better one tomorrow."
Jin Heng shook his head, they are just students now, buying too expensive things is actually a burden. Seeing that the surrounding streets were quiet and no one was there, only the evening breeze from the treetops, he lowered his eyes and slowly approached Wen Yan, and dropped a kiss on his lips like a dragonfly.
Jin Heng said, "Thank you..."
Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, Jin Heng had already withdrawn and left. He unconsciously pursed his lips, always feeling that the fluttering kiss just now made his heart palpitate: "...Jin Heng, happy birthday."
Jin Heng smiled, but didn't speak. He stood up from the chair, packed the cake, and then led Wen Yan to the house, two shadows were drawn very long on the ground.
Jin Heng didn't know what to think, so he raised his eyebrows: "Do you remember, when we first met?"
Wen Yan grabbed his collar at the entrance of No. 6 Middle School and said harsh words, and even slapped his face, which can only be described as arrogance and arrogance.
Wen Yan walked upstairs quickly and opened the door with the key, hesitating for a long time without saying a word, pretending to be stupid: "Forget it, you know I have a bad memory... Hungry or not, I only ate two bites of cake at night."
Jin Heng followed him into the room: "I'm not hungry, how about you?"
Seeing that the topic changed successfully, Wen Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm not hungry."
Jin Heng took off his school uniform jacket and threw it on the sofa. Something small fell out of his pocket and landed on the ground: "Then take a shower and sleep."
Wen Yan was about to respond, but just took two steps, he felt as if he had stepped on something, he lowered his head and picked it up to take a look, only to find out that it was an... anquan set, his mind was blank for a moment: "... where did it come from?"
Damn it, how can there be such a thing in his house, is it his mother who hasn't seen him for hundreds of years? !
Jin Heng leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and when he saw it, he said, "I bought it."
Wen Yan was even more confused: "You bought it? When did you buy it?"
Jin Heng pointed to the door: "I was at the convenience store just now."
"… "
Wen Yan swallowed unconsciously and held the small box in his hand, feeling like a hot potato, his brain short-circuited and asked a very mentally retarded question: "Why did you buy this?"
Jin Heng smiled: "I'll buy it and play with balloons, okay?"
fuck it.
Wen Yan felt that he was stupid, he should have expected that Jin Heng was not as simple as he seemed, he heard the ridicule in his words, threw the thing back, and his ears turned red: "Damn, Can you say something human?"
When Jin Heng saw Wen Yan turned around and wanted to leave, he grabbed his wrist and pulled the person back, and then leaned against the wall. He didn't know if he accidentally touched the switch, and the lights in the living room dimmed instantly.
The two of them didn't move, their figures fell into the darkness, appearing a little blurry, only the warm breath sprayed and intertwined, lingering and lingering.
Wen Yan's chest was ups and downs, his heart was beating like a drum, he unconsciously clenched Jin Heng's shoulders, his throat was inexplicably itchy: "You..."
He couldn't go on with just one word, his voice was hoarse.
Time passed little by little, and finally passed twelve o'clock.
Jin Heng's five fingers slowly penetrated Wen Yan's hair, forcing the person in front of him to raise his head to accept his kiss. The surly appearance in the daytime faded away, leaving only the frail and helpless being slaughtered by others. Even his teeth started to tingle.
"Smell the flames..."
Jin Heng made a low voice, his voice was slightly hoarse, and the eardrums were sharpened with rustling. Those beautiful eyes inherited from his mother were enchanting and captivating in the dark night. He seemed to remember something, and his fingertips slid across Wen Yan's face: "Actually, Xu Meng is right..."
Wen Yan's mind was confused and turned into a pot of porridge: "What?"
Jin Heng got close to his ear and bit slowly: "If you get entangled with me, you will really get into trouble."
For example, the prison disaster in the previous life, maybe there are other, a lot of bad debts, has been counted.
Wen Yan was bitten by him and it hurt a little, and he took a breath: "Fuck you, take it easy."
As for what caused trouble or not, it seemed that he had forgotten all about it.
Wen Yan closed his eyes and panted, feeling the warm touch left on his neck, raised his head unconsciously, and his fragile Adam's apple rolled up and down, like a lamb to be slaughtered.
It's not that he doesn't understand what Xu Meng is warning about today, but there is always such a person who can make you do something recklessly, going forward and backward, leaving no room for yourself.
It was as if Xu Meng could do the same for Yan Na, and Wen Yan could do the same for Jin Heng.
The two stumbled onto the bed. Jin Heng kissed Wen Yan deeply, his lips and tongue brushed over the old wounds that were flat or convex one by one, and then licked gently, which would always cause the people below him to shudder and groan, but he still did as the person said. "Lighter", gentle bone erosion, more and more grinding.
Wen Yan didn't understand why Jin Heng insisted on kissing the scars all over his body, but he felt the itchiness went straight to the bone marrow, his eyes were lost, and he spit out two words with difficulty: "Jin Heng..."
"Well," Jin Heng buried his face in his neck, "I'm here."