Wen Yan didn't know what to say, probably because of nervousness, there was some blockage in his throat. The articulated hand landed on the back of Jin Heng's neck, and unconsciously tightened his fingertips to draw strength.
Jin Heng opened the box of something while kissing him. Wen Yan couldn't see clearly, but just listening to the rustling voice, he could guess a few points. His ears were faintly warm, and all the snarky jokes that Hu Peng Gou Friends once said were flooding into his mind—
Of course, he himself may also be holding a cigarette and say a few words with a half-smile.
Wen Yan wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere: "You... will you?"
Jin Heng seemed to laugh, and there was a slight vibration in his chest: "What? Blow a balloon?"
Wen Yan wiped his face and was about to say something when he felt a cold hand pressed against his waist, and his body froze.
Jin Heng kissed his eyes: "Relax..."
Wen Yan really wanted to relax, but this kind of thing was really out of control. No matter how hard he tried, his back was still stiff. Years of fighting has made his body form a conditioned reflex, and he will always enter a state of alert unconsciously.
When the two of them had a relationship in their previous lives, the scene was as tragic as a murder scene. After all, they were both newbies and inexperienced. Once again, Jin Heng will not repeat the same mistakes.
Jin Heng told Wen Yan: "Relax, it won't hurt very much."
Wen Yan thought to himself that I'm not a fool who doesn't understand anything. It's enough to deceive a little girl who is not deep in the world, but he can't deceive him: "Come down and try it, and then tell me this."
Easier said than done.
Jin Heng bit his shoulder lightly, his thin lips were slightly hooked, and his voice was vague: "I let you go up there, just because I'm afraid you won't be able to."
Wen Yan's character was the most insufferable, but fortunately, he didn't hear very clearly, and Jin Heng's kiss was in a trance, and he couldn't even calculate how much one plus one equaled. The whole person sank deep into the bed, the exposed skin touched the air, and couldn't help but tremble.
Jin Heng felt that his skills should not be that bad, and whispered: "It really doesn't hurt, eh?"
Wen Yan may have thought about it, but seeing that Jin Heng was slow to move, he took the initiative to grab his collar and pulled him over, not knowing whether he was comforting Jin Heng or comforting himself: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of pain."
He was really not afraid of pain, and he felt that it was no big deal after enduring the shame.
Jin Heng brushed the broken hair from his forehead with his fingertips, and after a while he hummed: "I know."
They slept in this bed for dozens of days and nights, but never had such undisguised intimacy. Wen Yan buried his face in the pillow, took a deep breath, and let Jin Heng move behind him, but he didn't wait for the expected pain for a long time.
Like a handful of snow falling beside a bonfire, the scorching temperature gradually melted the white snow into water as the spark jumped. Alternating cold and heat, sometimes in the sky, sometimes on the ground, and finally, even the only remaining ice foam gradually disappeared.
Wen Yan's voice became even more hoarse. He clenched the sheet tightly and moved his lips helplessly, but nothing came out. He could only vaguely discern the word "Jin Heng" from the shape of his mouth, as if it belonged to him. source of strength.
"Shh-"
Jin Heng took him into his arms from behind, his dark eyes carried a morbid feeling that was difficult to spy, and the threads were like cocoons, wrapping those possessive and satiated, and did not reveal it during the day. cents.
Jin Heng never got anything in the past and this life, and he still felt empty when he died, only Wen Yan once belonged to him completely.
That crippled heart, with the Master's fit, seems to have finally been filled little by little.
…
Wen Yan felt that he had a bizarre dream yesterday. The unfamiliar pleasure hit him like a wave, which stimulated his scalp to tingle, his brain went blank, and he lost his memory later. She fell asleep and finally woke up with the biological clock that she had developed in school for many years.
Wen Yan still had a splitting headache, his eyelids were too heavy to open, so he habitually touched the edge of the bed, but it was empty and only warm.
"… "
Wen Yan was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up from the bed, only to fall back instantly because of the pain in his body. Obviously, Jin Heng's skills are not yet so good that people can't feel any pain.
Wen Yan's body was cleaned, and even his clothes were changed. He looked a little pale, and it took him a few minutes to get out of bed stiffly. Jin Heng just came back from downstairs after buying breakfast, he was stunned for a moment, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Awake?"
He thought that Wen Yan would lie down at least until noon.
Seeing that he was carrying breakfast in his hand, Wen Yan responded slowly, thinking of what happened yesterday, he felt a little awkward, and his eyes were erratic: "Why did you go?"
Jin Heng lifted the porridge in his hand and asked suspiciously, "Can't you see it?"
Wen Yan: "... I can see it."
In the past, I used to do things like buying breakfast. Today, I suddenly change someone, and I am not used to it. After he finished washing, he pulled out his chair and took a seat at the dining table. For some reason, his body suddenly froze, and it took a long time for him to slowly relax.
Jin Heng looked at his chin for a moment, then pushed the porridge in his hand towards him: "Eat it."
The food is light, and I don't dislike it when I smell it, but because I'm afraid of being late for school, I eat in a hurry. Jin Heng peeled a tea egg beside him, and put it in his bowl: "Eat slowly, it's really impossible to ask for sick leave."
Good students are persuading bad boys to ask for leave, but bad boys are unwilling to ask for leave.
Wen Yan swallowed what was in his mouth, thought for a moment, and then shook his head shyly: "No please, I want to learn."
Jin Heng laughed angrily: "What did you learn?"
Wen Yan buried his head to drink porridge: "Anyway, please don't."
He had been fighting and skipping classes for so many years, and he had never asked for a leave. If those friends would ask, Wen Yan would definitely be ashamed to tell the reason, but he was not very good at making up nonsense.
Jin Heng had to follow him. After breakfast, the two went to school. Fortunately, it was still early, so there was no need to hurry.
When approaching the entrance of No. 6 Middle School, Wen Yan stopped as usual, and was about to watch Jin Heng enter, but a warm palm suddenly covered his back and nudged him in the other direction.
"Let's go," Jin Heng said, "I'll take you to school."
"… "
Wen Yan's eyelids twitched, and he looked at Jin Heng strangely, thinking that he rolled the sheets once yesterday and made him press it on the bed and fuck once, his treatment has risen too fast...
Jin Heng didn't know the twists and turns in Wen Yan's heart, so he pulled him to the direction of Chongming. Later, considering that there were many people on the street, he slowly released his hand and stopped until he reached the school gate of Chongming Vocational High School. .
There are still a few hollow concrete pillars piled up in the open space outside. They are probably young and frivolous. Those delinquent teenagers like to sit on them and watch people condescendingly. When I heard that Yan came to school, one of them jumped from the top: "Damn, it's strange, Brother Yan is not late, so what time do you come to school."
Wen Yan was not as good-tempered as Jin Heng towards them, and squinted his eyes: "I am happy, can you handle it?"
The man yawned: "We spent the night at the Internet cafe in front of the school yesterday, played games all night, and didn't go home at all."
After speaking, he turned his eyes and found Jin Heng standing behind him: "Yo, your little brother?"
Most people in Chongming know that Wen Yan has a younger brother, and I heard that he is the number one person in No. 6 High School, but they don't know if it's true or false. But today, I look like a good student, calm and clean, commonly known as "other people's children" in the mouth of the elders.
But there are still some people who don't quite believe it. Why would a good student play with a bastard like them.
Someone asked incredulously: "Brother Yan, I heard that your younger brother has excellent academic performance, is it true?"
Wen Yan frowned: "Nonsense, his grades are not good, don't tell me your grades are good, and you take the zero-dan team every day."
He didn't look good, as if at this moment if anyone jumped out to refute, he could fight someone on the spot.
Jin Heng is already an adult psychologically, so naturally he can't argue like a brat, not to mention that he only got zero eggs in the last placement test, and patted Wen Yan on the shoulder. : "It's getting late, go to the classroom and sit and call me if you have anything."
Wen Yan thought that something might be wrong, and hesitantly hummed.
Jin Heng whispered, "I'll pick you up after school."
Wen Yan nodded subconsciously: "Hmm... huh?!"
What happened to Jin Heng today, it's like being sick? ! Doesn't he have to study at night? !
Wen Yan was about to ask, but Jin Heng had already left. From a long distance, he made a gesture to him, signaling him to hurry into the school.
"… "
Well, it's weird, but it doesn't feel like a bad thing
Wen Yan blinked, took a few steps back, saw Jin Heng's figure disappearing in front of him, and then turned around slowly and walked into the school. As a result, when he arrived in the classroom, before his butt was hot, he was shocked to hear "bad news".
"Big news, big news, Baldy Liu said that there will be a parent-teacher meeting this Friday! Brothers, get ready!"
The most well-informed boy in the class likes to be surprised, and he can stab at the big things. However, for students, especially those with poor grades, holding a parent meeting is indeed a big event. Suddenly the pot exploded.
"Damn it! Why is there a parent-teacher meeting again? Last time my dad came back, he slapped me with the belt!"
"Needless to say, the grades are too bad. I heard that our class lowered the average score, and Liu Bald was called by the principal to talk."
"Dead."
Wen Yan sat lazily in the corner of the back row, and when he heard the news, he lifted his eyelids expressionlessly. I felt a little irritable in my heart, the air pressure around my body was extremely low, and no one else dared to approach.
The squad leader distributes the notification letter of the parent meeting to everyone, and conveys the notification from the head teacher that no leave is allowed except in special circumstances. Wen Yan threw it back directly, with a perfunctory tone: "The parents can't come, I'll ask for leave."
He didn't even know who his own father was, and his own mother didn't know who had fooled around with that wild man and who to call for a meeting.
The class leader was very terrified of Wen Yan's gang, he helped his glasses, but still boldly said: "The class teacher said that your parents have not come a few times, and this time they will be there no matter what, it is really impossible for your grandfather to come. …”
"puff-"
Before the squad leader's words were finished, Xu Meng couldn't help but let out a laugh. What grandfather, that is the old man downstairs in Wen Yan's house who collects junk, and he spent fifty yuan to invite a dragon-style actor.
Wen Yan's face turned black: "It's funny?"
Xu Mengren's face flushed: "No... It's not funny, you invite your grandfather over."
Wen Yan was even more annoyed: "He was hit by a car last month picking up junk, and now he is still lying in the hospital and can't get out."
The monitor listened to the two of them talking like no one else, and didn't know what to think. He counted them against the list in his hand, and read one by one: "Wen Yan, Xu Meng, He Yang... The teacher said that your parents must be present."
The names he had just read were all thorns in the class. It was common for him to skip class and fight. He didn’t know how many punishments he had memorized.
Wen Yan sneered and glanced at Xu Meng: "You laugh, keep laughing."
Xu Meng's parents are the type who don't care about everything, but they have a good face. If the teacher asks them to say something, they will definitely give Xu Meng mixed doubles when they go home.
Xu Meng was not worried, thought for a moment, and turned on the phone: "It just so happened that my aunt came back from out of town recently, and I asked her to come over for a meeting."
Wen Yan was dumbfounded: "Damn, what should I do?"
Xu Meng said casually: "Spend some money on the street to find a random actor. It's really impossible to let Jin Heng pretend to be your grandfather and take care of your grandson."
The last sentence is purely a joke.
Wen Yan frowned and was about to say something, but after thinking about it, he realized that it was not impossible. After thinking for a moment, he said, "He is playing my grandfather because he is a little younger, and his distant cousin is about the same."
Jin Heng's temperament is much calmer than his peers, and he is tall enough to pretend to be a young man who has just stepped into society in a mature fashion.
Xu Meng said that casually, and hissed when he heard the words: "Your brain is flooded, do you really intend to let him pretend to be your parent?"
Wen Yan gave him a middle finger expressionlessly: "Bullshit, do you think this is Hengdian Studios, there are actors all over the street, this time it's gone, what should I do next time, every time relatives come here, Different."
The most important thing is that few people can keep calm under Liu Bald's nagging.
Because the summer vacation is approaching, and the class division is imminent, the sixth class has become a trend of scattered sand, and most of the evening self-study is doing practice papers. Jin Heng finished writing the paper ahead of time and made up an excuse to say that he was not feeling well, so the teacher asked him to leave early.
So when Wen Yan had just finished school and was about to go to the gate of No. 6 Middle School to wait for Jin Heng to study for the next evening, when he saw the figure standing at the gate of the school, he suspected that his eyes were blurred, and his tone was surprised: "Why are you here?"
Jin Heng pulled the shoulder strap of the schoolbag that was about to fall off, and said calmly, "I'll pick you up from school."
Xu Meng glanced behind him: "Where's Yan Na?"
Jin Heng thought for a while: "Study in the classroom at night."
Wen Yan realized that something was wrong: "You won't come here for self-study late, will you?"
Jin Heng corrected his words: "No, the teacher is on leave."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and hooked Wen Yan's shoulder strap of his schoolbag, and pulled him from Xu Meng's side to him. A small movement inadvertently revealed his inner desire for exclusiveness.
Jin Heng lowered his eyes and asked him, "Is there any discomfort?"
Wen Yan was stunned for a second before realizing what he was referring to. In front of Xu Meng, he didn't even dare to blush. He could only use the half-dark sky to cover it up, turned his back and coughed, pretending to be meaningless. : "Masters, what's wrong with you..."
After he said this, his ears were still uncontrollably red and hot. Wen Yan hated this uncontrollable feeling, frowned fiercely, lowered his head and pretended to smoke, but he couldn't even hold the lighter, and a cluster of faint blue flames trembled, revealing his inner restlessness.
Jin Heng rarely saw him like this, looked at him for a while and said, "You seem to be a little guilty?"
Before Wen Yan could answer, he heard Xu Meng say sarcastic words on the side: "I'm going to be hired as a parent, can you not feel guilty? If you have time, take the time to pretend to be his grandfather and go to a parent-teacher meeting."
"Fuck off!" Wen Yan frowned and scolded, then turned to explain to Jin Heng, "Don't pay attention to him, just pretend to be my distant cousin."
Well…
Jin Heng probably understood what was going on. Those tricks that children play, plagiarism, cheating, fighting, skipping classes, and just asking a parent, it is really normal.
Jin Heng didn't answer immediately, only said: "Go home first and then talk about it."
Xu Meng was leaving for Yan Na in the sixth middle school, and he said goodbye to them halfway.
Although Wen Yan didn't think it was a big deal to invite parents, it was trouble at best, but when he was led home by Jin Heng, he felt an inexplicable sense of guilt. After holding it all the way, after entering the door, I finally couldn't help but pursed my lips and said, "It's really impossible... I can pay for one."
Anyway, he has no father or mother, and is almost like an orphan.
Jin Heng was thirsty and looked at him after drinking a glass of water: "What?"
Wen Yan: "Parents please."
"Oh," Jin Heng said, "I didn't say no."
Wen Yan was stunned: "Then why didn't you speak all the way?"
He thought that Jin Heng didn't want to go.
Jin Heng took off his school uniform jacket, put it on the back of the chair, then walked to Wen Yan, and naturally pulled him into his arms. Quietly looked directly at the unguarded young boy in front of him, and pointed out, "Because I was thinking about one thing."
He gently massaged Wen Yan's lips with his fingertips, and this action inevitably brought a bit of color.
Wen Yan's voice became hoarse inexplicably: "What's the matter?"
Jin Heng's voice was low: "You have never called my brother, is it a bit too bad to pretend to be your cousin?"
Wen Yan reacted slowly to what Jin Heng was thinking: "You are younger than me."
Jin Heng felt that it was not important, he hugged him and walked forward step by step until his back was against the cold wall, kissing Wen Yan to the point of confusion, and then coaxing him with such wickedness: "Brother?"
Wen Yan's eyes were lost, his breathing was disordered, he moved his lips silently, but read his name: "Jin Heng..."
All right.
Jin Heng's white fingertips rubbed Wen Yan's face repeatedly, and gave a low hum. After a while, he said, "You are my child..."