I don't know if anyone can understand this kind of fun.
Every time Jin Heng saw Wen Yan being forced to spit out fragrance by study, he thought it was very interesting, but he didn't show it on his face. Holding the pen, he expanded his vocabulary one by one, quite patiently.
Wen Yan was still able to hear it at first, but when he got to the back, his eyes started to dizzy. I couldn't help yawning, staring down at the book in a daze, then getting more and more sleepy, and my head dozed off little by little.
Just when Wen Yan was about to fall asleep, there was a sudden tingling pain in his earlobe, and he woke up with a shock. Turning his head to look, he saw Jin Heng staring at him, his warm lips pressed against his ears.
Obviously, he was the one who bit him just now.
"… "
Wen Yan couldn't tell Jin Heng's joy and anger for a while. But it's really not a good thing for you to doze off underneath when other people are working so hard to give lectures. He froze and didn't move, and all the sleepy bugs ran away. He asked tentatively, "...Why don't you continue talking?"
Jin Heng pressed the pen cap back with one hand and made a soft click: "Are you sleepy?"
I was not sleepy at first, but when I heard how are you, I became sleepy. Wen Yan used to think that Bald Liu was too ugly, so students liked to doze off in class, but now it seems that it has nothing to do with appearance.
Wen Yan shook his head: "It's okay, you continue talking."
However, Jin Heng didn't continue talking, probably seeing that Wen Yan really wasn't this material. He closed the book, and folded the half-finished practice book, but a small move surprised Wen Yan.
"What are you doing?"
Jin Heng said: "If you don't like learning, don't learn it."
Wen Yan's first reaction was that Jin Heng was angry, subconsciously sat up straight, and pressed his hand: "I learn, who said I won't learn anymore."
Seeing Wen Yan's nervous expression, Jin Heng explained in a low voice, "I'll be honest, if you don't want to learn, you don't have to."
Wen Yan was a little stunned: "Why..."
Jin Heng only said one sentence: "I'm here to learn."
If Wen Yan doesn't want to learn, then he will learn.
Jin Heng never asked Wen Yan to have good grades or be admitted to a key prestigious school. If the other party really didn't like it, he wouldn't force it. The older generation said that reading is the only way out. Jin Heng does not deny this, but now he and Wen Yan's way out are tied together.
Wen Yan didn't know why, but suddenly became quiet. He stared at Jin Heng, his sharp eyebrows showed a deep sense of powerlessness at the moment, and he closed his eyes after a while and said, "Jin Heng, I don't want to be a jerk all my life."
Wen Yan didn't think there was anything wrong with being a bad boy before, but after being with Jin Heng, he suddenly realized the gap between the two, not only in performance, but also in the future.
They are coming of age, one step further from high school and one step closer to the bloody reality.
Jin Heng will be admitted to a key university in the future, and all Wen Yan can do is try to keep up with his pace, so as not to make the gap between the two of them unattainable. But the boy's shoulders were still overwhelmed by the heavy reality.
"Smell the flames..."
Jin Heng spoke slowly, but didn't know how to tell him. The fingertips slowly traced the other's eyebrows, and finally pressed against his forehead, lowered his eyes and whispered: "Don't be afraid."
Jin Heng had traveled that road once. He only needs to move slowly along the trajectory of the previous life, and the wealth and fame he once had will return to his hands.
The difference is that in this life he will carry Wen Yan.
Wen Yan doesn't have to worry, he doesn't have to be afraid, and he doesn't have to force himself to study, because Jin Heng is his way out. As long as you survive these few years, the rest of your life will be full of flowers.
Jin Heng's voice had the power to soothe people's hearts, and Wen Yan's originally uneasy mood calmed down strangely. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he couldn't help looking at the sometimes harmless and sometimes gloomy man in front of him, but he was kissed by him in the next second.
"Well… "
Wen Yan is already strong, but every time he compares to Jin Heng, he is still out of breath by the other party's dense kiss. But he didn't want to push it away, the hands fell on Jin Heng's shoulders and tightened, feeling the suffocation-like pleasure of dying from the other side.
The practice papers were scattered on the ground, and the fountain pen rolled to the corner with a screeching sound, but there was no time to deal with it.
Jin Heng pressed Wen Yan to the desk, with such force that he seemed to smash his bones to pieces, but the kiss was still so tender and lingering that it made one's heart palpitate, his voice was hoarse and low, ambiguous and unreasonable: "Wen Yan, just stay by my side... "
Do nothing else.
He will pave the way of this life...
Wen Yan was distracted, staring at the ceiling with lost eyes, his fingertips tightened uncontrollably because of Jin Heng's movements, and he couldn't hear what he was saying at all. At the end, he groaned, like a whimpering beast, with red eyes.
Jin Heng took him off the desk and kissed Wen Yan's tears from being too provocative. They are like two unrelated ropes, but at this moment they are slowly entangled into knots, twisted into dead knots, and no one can separate them.
…
Jin Heng hugged Wen Yan, panting low, his chest heaving, he kissed his sweaty hair and said, "What did you do today?"
Wen Yan slowly returned to his senses: "What?"
Jin Heng sniffed twice between his neck: "You smell of gasoline, went to the depot?"
Wen Yan flatly denied: "I didn't go."
Jin Heng looked at him: "That is murder and arson."
Wen Yan: "..."
Jin Heng is sometimes too smart, and Wen Yan's rough nerves can't be concealed from him. Lazy didn't want to move, so he could only turn over and cover his face in the pillow, and answered vaguely, "I have nothing to do anyway, part-time job."
Wen Yan can always do things that have nothing to do with study, smoking, fighting, drinking, skateboarding, racing, oh, and now I have to add one more, repairing the car.
Jin Heng didn't speak, and after a while, he said, "You are still young..."
He was speaking from an adult's point of view.
Wen Yan was lying beside the bed with his back to him. Originally wanted to have an after-the-fact cigarette, but gave up without finding a lighter, and frowned: "I'm an adult, what a kid."
The woman said that after Wen Yan graduated from high school, if he did not go to college and chose to go out to work, he would not put money into the card again.
Wen Yan had already made plans to go out to work after graduating from high school anyway. He heard Xu Meng say that going to university is very expensive, Jin Heng's tuition and living expenses have to be saved from now on, and Wen Yan's own clothing, food, housing, and transportation will cost money everywhere, so he can't find someone to borrow it in the future.
Jin Heng looked at his back quietly. Apart from some old wounds, there were new hickey marks on it. He rubbed his fingertips for a moment and said, "Is it because of me?"
"Don't worry about it so much," Wen Yan said. "Sooner or later, you will have to work. Get used to it in advance."
After a while, he said, "You go to school well, and I will provide for you in the future."
"… "
Jin Heng didn't know what to think of when he heard the words, his fingertips paused, and he was lost for a moment. He slowly approached Wen Yan's neck, biting like a poisonous snake, causing the latter to snort, then tightened his arms and wrapped the airtight person into his embrace.
Wen Yan was a little breathless: "Jin Heng..."
Jin Heng said nothing, closed his eyes and kissed him, again the feeling that even his jaw was sore and sore. Wen Yan was speechless, but felt that the man on his body was showing signs of recovery, and he wrapped his arms around Jin Heng's neck, his voice shattering.
It is said that life is like chess, and there is no regret in making a move. Jin Heng agreed, but he kept thinking about whether he had regretted it in his last life.
Now that I think about it, I regret it, I shouldn't have left Wen Yan in the cold prison alone...
Jin Heng is not a very bad-hearted person. Even as a child, he did stupid and ridiculous good deeds, but he couldn't help the people around him pouring ink on the white paper, and it was distorted in the end. .
So Wen Yan bore the consequences.
Jin Heng never said that in his last life, every time he dreamed back at midnight, he had a thought in his heart that would grow like wild grass, forcing himself to go back to that nightmarish place to meet someone. It's just that before he can act, the rising sun the next day is like a prairie fire, burning the idea completely, leaving nothing left.
It's just that the weeds are hard to get rid of, and the spring breeze will grow wildly again next year.
They kissed fiercely, lingering to death.
Jin Heng carried Wen Yan to the bathroom, the two of them were against the cold tiles, but the hot water was pouring down from the top of their heads, and the hot air quickly diffused, blurring their vision.
Jin Heng pressed Wen Yan's forehead and said, "Don't go, now is not the time."
In his heart, the person in front of him was still only a half-year-old boy.
Wen Yan kissed him on the lips as an ambiguous answer.
Jin Heng couldn't stop Wen Yan. When he was making up lessons at school, he couldn't keep an eye on each other all the time. Wen Yan even learned to be smart. Every time he changed his clothes, he couldn't smell anything except the smell of tobacco.
Jin Heng knew that he must still be working part-time outside, but he couldn't do anything. He could only wait for the college entrance examination, wait for graduation, and then leave the city with Wen Yan.
For the first time, there was only a distorted killing intent, and for the first time, a certain longing was born.
Maybe this is what it feels like to be alive.
The ninth class went through a small monthly test, which was only an internal test of the class, so there was no grade ranking. Except for Jin Heng who came out on top with a perverted score that was almost a perfect score, there was one person whose score fell below everyone's eyes, and that was the class leader Cheng Doudou.
Although he studied hard, his grades in the ninth class were not high before, and he was always in the middle and lower reaches. Even a scumbag like Zou Kai could catch up with him after a few days of class, which shows his level. But this time, it was uncharacteristically, and he made rapid progress, and directly entered the top five in the class. Teacher Cen deliberately praised him.
"Damn, Doudou's head is consecrated?"
"I think it's just enlightened."
During recess, everyone gathered around his desk, tsk tsk amazement, wishing to treat him as a rare animal.
Cheng Doudou himself was very modest, scratching his head embarrassedly, but the problem of stuttering when he was nervous still did not change: "No... No, it's all taught by Jin Heng... Good teaching..."
Teacher Cen said something casually at the beginning, but Jin Heng implemented it seriously. Every day between classes, he would correct Cheng Doudou's way of doing the questions. After a month, he would make some progress anyway.
Everyone suddenly realized: "Damn, I almost forgot, there is a Xueba sitting next to you. I thought Doudou was enlightened. It turned out that Xueba taught me well."
Teacher Cen was sitting on the podium resting, his ears moved slightly, he listened to what he said, and he couldn't help looking at Jin Heng who was writing a scroll with his head down in his seat.