Wen Yan used to be used to living alone, but I don't know when I started to like the feeling of two people getting along. It's like a road, three people are too crowded, one is empty, and two people are just right.
He and Jin Heng, two people.
When school is over, they go home together as usual. Wen Yan took out the key to open the door as usual, but twisted it around, frowned, and found that something was wrong, because the door was not locked at all.
Wen Yan couldn't help but stop, turned his head to look at Jin Heng subconsciously, and asked in a strange tone, "Did I lock the door when I went to school today?"
Jin Heng nodded: "It's locked, I watched you locked it."
Wen Yan muttered to himself, "Damn, you won't be a thief."
But logically it shouldn't. They have surveillance in this community. Even if they steal something, the thief will not choose such a place.
Wen Yan squinted, pushed open the door quietly, and was about to go in to check the situation, but before he took two steps, he stepped on something hard, looked down and found that it was a pair of shoes.
A pair of shoes that belong to a woman.
With a slender heel, black shoe body, and a thin silver chain around it, it is not difficult to imagine how sexy and slim it will be when you put it on.
Wen Yan was stunned for a rare moment, but he didn't react. Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, Jin Heng followed his gaze to the ground, only to find out that it was the high heels that a woman was wearing, and he was also taken aback for a moment. I vaguely guessed what the answer was: "Did you..."
Before the words were finished, a voice suddenly sounded from the master bedroom, followed by a fashionably dressed young woman: "Ayan, are you out of school?"
Wen Siwan has the capital to be a socialite, although her son is about to graduate from high school, she seems to be in her early thirties at most. She has both the youthful beauty of a young girl and the charm of a mature woman. Her chestnut wavy curly hair complements her snow-white skin, and under her slender black eyebrows are a pair of sophisticated eyes.
She seemed to be packing, with a sweater coat that was not of the season draped in her arms. Seeing Wen Yan, who hadn't seen him for a long time, he didn't feel awkward at all. Instead, he smiled and hugged him: "Hey, I haven't seen you for a while, why are you so tall, Mom can't recognize you anymore."
No one knows that the "a period of time" in her mouth is nearly five years of indifference.
Wen Yan didn't see the slightest bit of joy, she pushed her away with a frown, her tone was cold, not like a mother and son, but more like a stranger: "Why are you back?"
Wen Siwan was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed: "You child, how can you talk, can't mom come back..."
Halfway through the sentence, she found Jin Heng standing behind her, her voice abruptly stopped, and she looked at him suspiciously: "Who are you?"
Wen Yan turned sideways to block Jin Heng, pushed him secretly, and calmly pointed to the guest room next to him: "Go back to your room first, I'll find you later."
They usually slept in the same bed, so they would definitely not be discovered by Wen Siwan. Jin Heng understood, did not speak, nodded and turned into the next guest room, gently closed the door.
Seeing this, Wen Yan retracted his gaze and said to Wen Si Wan, "My classmate."
Wen Siwan's eyes widened: "Why did your classmate live in our house?"
Wen Yan was not very calm, and said with a sullen face: "The guest room is empty, so I will rent it to him."
Wen Siwan felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. She threw her coat on the sofa: "Even if it's a classmate, it's inconvenient to live together, not to mention I haven't left yet. I'll find a reason for him to move out tomorrow."
"It's too late," Wen Yan lit a cigarette in front of her and said casually, "He gave him a year's rent at one time, and I don't have the money to refund him."
Wen Siwan never thought that Wen Yan would do such a thing. She paced back and forth in the living room, her slender brows were furrowed, and her tone was impatient: "What about the rent?"
Wen Yan said bluntly: "It's all gone."
Wen Siwan's voice suddenly rose: "How did you spend it?!"
Wen Yan: "Drink and play games."
"Snapped!"
Wen Siwan's slap came unexpectedly, and with a crisp sound, Wen Yan's face turned away, and a red mark clearly appeared on it. He maintained that position and didn't move for a long time, until the cigarette in his mouth quietly dropped a cloud of white soot, and then he raised his eyes to look at the sullen woman in front of him.
Wen Yan was expressionless and narrowed his eyes.
Jin Heng saw this scene from the crack of the door, and his footsteps moved, as if he wanted to go out, but he held back.
The intimacy just now seemed to be just an illusion. Wen Siwan pointed at Wen Yan, her angry fingertips seemed to pierce his eyebrows: "Look at what you look like now, with tattoos, dyed hair, smoking, drinking, what's the difference between you and a gangster?! , if you don't study well, what am I raising you for?!"
When Wen Siwan left, Wen Yan was only in the second year of junior high school. Although disobedient, but at least not rebellious to this point. She glanced at Wen Yan's hair, earrings, tattoos on the back of her hands, and the cigarette that was about to burn out.
Wen Yan directly pressed the cigarette on the table, leaving a dark circle of traces, and he became more and more absent-minded. He looked like a jerk, and asked with no emotion: "You came back to teach?"
Mentioning this matter, Wen Siwan's original anger suddenly died down and turned into a sense of guilt for no reason. She frowned, turned around, and brushed her hair twice before saying, "Your Uncle Zhang has to ask for it because of work. When I go to Canada, I have to go with him. When I come back this time, I just want to tell you that you are also a big kid..."
Wen Yan interrupted her: "Which Uncle Zhang? What about Uncle Li and Uncle Wang last time?"
He deliberately pierced Wen Siwan's fig leaf and tore his face to the utmost.
Wen Siwan took a deep breath and endured: "Whether you agree or not, he and I were married with a license the year before last. Anyway, you are already an adult. You don't need me to take care of you, and I can rest assured when you go abroad."
Wen Yan laughed as if he had heard a joke, and asked sarcastically, "Take care? When will you take care of me?"
Wen Siwan fooled around with those wild men outside every day, and couldn't go home once in ten days and a half. Wen Yan even forgot what she looked like, let alone taking care of her.
Wen Siwan's face turned blue and then white, but out of reason, she didn't want to argue with him, turned around and walked into the master bedroom, and continued to pack her things. She hadn't come back for several years, and the skirts in the closet had long since become outdated. There was really nothing to pack, so she could only pack some more valuable things in the jewelry box.
Wen Yan stared at her back, did nothing, and watched from the sidelines.
Wen Siwan noticed the piercing gaze behind her, and did not dare to look back. She said hurriedly, "In the future, I will give you some money in your card every month. You can save the money yourself, and I will not give you more. The college entrance examination. You probably won't be able to go to a good school, so when you work, you can support yourself."
The beautiful suitcase was full of things, Wen Siwan zipped it up and was ready to leave. She was the ticket for the day after tomorrow. She originally wanted to stay here for one night today, but it was unnecessary to see the tense atmosphere.
Wen Yan's figure fell into the sofa, his eyes were black and white, staring at Wen Siwan, as if he was looking at a stranger, his lips were cold: "You don't need to pretend here."
Wen Siwan's fingertips trembled slightly, gave him a deep look, then turned to open the door, and walked away like the wind on her high heels.
After the quarrel, the room was dead silent, and only the sound of the air conditioner was heard. Jin Heng pursed his lips and looked at Wen Yan's situation through the crack of the door, but saw that he was still in the same position as before.
I don't know how long it took, maybe a minute, maybe two minutes, maybe just a few seconds. Just when Jin Heng was about to go out, Wen Yan finally moved, but got up from the sofa, strode to the window, and then opened the glass window with a clatter—
A black car was parked downstairs.
When Wen Siwan pulled the suitcase and walked over, the door was opened, and a middle-aged man in his fifties came down. He was holding a little boy of about two years old in his arms, and when he saw Wen Siwan flapping his hands and feet happily, he said in a milky voice, "Mom... Mom..."
Seeing this, Wen Siwan immediately hugged him with a smile on her face and flipped it twice: "Be good, baby."
The driver put her luggage in the trunk, and the group got into the car and left, leaving behind the dust.
Wen Yan stood upstairs, clearly seeing this scene. His knuckles were faintly blue, and he wanted to crush the edge of the window. There was a sense of suffocation for no reason, and the heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible big hand, clenching it painfully.
It's not that Wen Siwan can't be a good mother, and it's not that she can't accompany Wen Yan, but she just doesn't want to.
It's just that if she has a new family, what is Wen Yan
Superfluous, or dispensable
Jin Heng did not know when he appeared behind Wen Yan. He broke apart the other's hand holding the window frame one by one, then put it in his palm, and slowly hugged Wen Yan from behind, "Don't look at it."
The heat outside has been invading in, and even the air conditioner has been weakened a bit.
Jin Heng raised his hand and closed the window, which seemed to cut off the last connection between the mother and son.
Wen Yan didn't speak, closed his eyes and lowered his head. A strand of hair slipped down, looking unusually embarrassed. After a long time, it was difficult to spit out a few words: "I thought she really planned to come back..."
He thought that Wen Siwan was really going to settle down, but he didn't think it was just a joke.
This man, who was nominally his mother, left him here again and again.
There is no such word in Jin Heng's dictionary. But it is undeniable that when Wen Yan was sad, he was not happy in his heart. The slender five fingers landed on the side of the other's face, gently rubbing the slap print, and finally leaned in and kissed.
A warm kiss overshadowed the sting.
"The person who is leaving can't be kept," Jin Heng lightly pecked and kissed the wound on Wen Yan's face, but felt that it wasn't too bad, and whispered in his ear: "I will be enough in the future. …”
See how good this is,
They all betray each other, they are the only one for each other.
Jin Heng pressed Wen Yan to the window, and they kissed so hard that they couldn't part. The two beating hearts got closer and closer, and finally even the frequency reached a surprisingly consistent level.
Wen Yan hugged Jin Heng's neck tightly, his heart was filled with panic, and he couldn't let go of the sullen breath. Squinting, some did not understand why he was the one who was abandoned since he was a child. He kissed Jin Heng and asked in a vague voice, "Will you leave me in the future..."
Leave him alone.
Just like Wen Siwan.
Jin Heng paused, looked up at him, but saw Wen Yan's serious face, and said in a low voice, "No..."
"We will always be together," he said.