As if Jin Heng had lied.
He really left Wen Yan in his last life.
Jin Heng didn't understand many things as well as he imagined, such as Wen Yan's mother and background. For another example, the other party was the one who was abandoned from childhood to adulthood...
Jin Heng hugged him tightly, trying to cover up his despicable behavior in the previous life with his scorching body temperature and densely falling kisses. Just like when a heavy snow falls, it covers all the dark colors, leaving no trace.
The pace shifted, and the two fell on the sofa one after another. Jin Heng held Wen Yan's face and kissed the scar on his side face over and over again, gasping and ambiguity intertwined, past and reality entangled.
"Jin Heng..."
Wen Yan hugged him tightly, his voice a little hoarse. Feel the amazing possessiveness hidden deep in the other's eyes. A piece of the broken heart was finally pieced together. At least at this moment, he felt that he was not alone.
The fabric slipped quietly, fell to the ground along the edge of the sofa, and piled up into a ball.
Wen Siwan left without looking back, but there were still people who were willing to stay where they were.
Wen Yan's mind went blank, and a strange feeling came in bursts, shattering his sanity. The five fingers with distinct joints ran through Jin Heng's hair, and he couldn't tell whether it was unbearable or something else. They slowly tightened and then relaxed.
In the cool, air-conditioned room, their hair was soaked in sweat and condensed into strands. The cold air blew, tainted with cold temperatures.
Wen Yan kissed Jin Heng's ear lightly for a moment, leaving a shallow mark, and finally felt that it was not enough, and continued to kiss deeply, seeing that the mark gradually turned light purple, and he was satisfied.
Wen Yan brushed away the broken hair in front of Jin Heng's forehead, his eyes were reddish, and his voice was hoarse: "Will it be seen?"
Jin Heng shook his head, not paying much attention: "It doesn't matter."
He even left one behind Wen Yan's ear in the same position, and then gently rubbed it with his fingertips and said with a smile, "Is it a couple's model?"
Wen Yan's hair is shorter and not too coverable. But he didn't care when he saw Jin Heng, and he didn't think it was a big deal anymore, so the words gradually submerged in the lips and tongues of the two: "Of course..."
They were originally a couple.
An intimate contact wiped out the fear brought by Wen Siwan, and disappeared in an instant, as if she had never been there. After Wen Yan took a bath, he remembered that Bald Liu had also assigned homework, and took out a few crumpled papers from his schoolbag and spread them out on the table, and then he stopped moving.
"Is the homework assigned by the teacher to make you stare at the test paper in a daze?"
Jin Heng dried his hair and came out of the bathroom, seeing Wen Yan's appearance, he knew he wouldn't do it. He pulled a chair and sat down next to him, with a touch of water vapor on his body: "Where can't it be?"
Wen Yan's eyelids jumped, rubbed his hands, and peeked at him from between his fingers: "None of them."
Jin Heng: "..."
Okay, he should have known, this question is superfluous at all.
Jin Heng glanced at the time. It was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night. With the speed of Wen Yan's problem-solving, I was afraid that it would be a problem whether he could sleep or not tonight. He took off the cap of the pen and tore off a piece of scratch paper: "One question at a time."
Bald Liu obviously took into account the overall ability of the students in his class. The papers were not too difficult, but for a scumbag like Wen Yan, it was still like a book from heaven.
The first few questions were okay, barely able to solve it, but it got more and more strenuous later on. Wen Yan tried his best to keep his eyes open from the fight, and then regretted why he had to take out the papers. It would be nice to go to class tomorrow morning to copy.
Jin Heng took Wen Yan's shoulders and straightened his dozing head: "It's almost half finished."
Wen Yan glanced at it and found that the reverse side was a large-scale solution, and his eyes widened for a moment: "Fuck, I don't know either."
Jin Heng: "I'll teach you."
Wen Yan didn't say a word, Jin Heng's answer was different from what he imagined. For example, "I'll do it for you", "Then you go to sleep first", "Then don't write it", it seems that there is a difference of 108,000 miles.
Jin Heng seemed to see what he was thinking, and smiled: "Would you like to write for a while?"
In the middle, I smelled the flames.
Jin Heng sighed and took him into his arms. Wen Yan didn't refuse this posture as he did for the first time. He found a comfortable position on Jin Heng's shoulder to lean against, closing his eyes and resting.
Wen Yan was very quiet when he fell asleep. He only looked at his appearance. He was the kind of ruffian that most girls like at the moment, but his brows and eyes were vaguely lingering and sharp, and he didn't look like his mother at all.
Little bastard, everyone calls him that.
Jin Heng used to think that this was a derogatory term that made people avoid it. But when it was put on Wen Yan's body, it was spit out from the tip of the tongue, but it had a somewhat inexplicable meaning.
Even if it is a punk, it is his punk.
Jin Heng raised his hand and stroked Wenyan's hair, not wanting to wake him up again. The other hand gently turned the paper over, holding the pen and continued to write the question. From time to time, he paused for a moment and imitated Wen Yan's handwriting.
Wen Yan, who was full of vigilance, slept surprisingly peacefully in his arms. Just like when the two met for the first time, Jin Heng's clean school uniform had a faint smell of laundry detergent, the sun was dry, and the warm wind was slightly drunk.
Surrounded by this feeling, no matter how sharp the thorns will soften.
If it were elsewhere, the climate should have been a bit cold now. It's just that the midsummer here is too long, so that people directly ignore the existence of autumn. The wind outside shook the branches, rustling, and a swirling shadow of the tree was reflected in the glass window.
Early the next morning, Xu Meng was sitting in class struggling to make up the homework, copying from the east and copying from the west, barely filling a paper.
He took a long breath, wondering why Wen Yan didn't come, but saw the latter with his hands in his pockets, lazily walked in from the back door of the classroom, and then sat down extremely "slowly" in his seat.
Xu Meng glanced at the time: "There are ten minutes left, you won't make up your homework?"
Although there was no expression on Wen Yan's face, there was an invisible feeling of showing off. I saw him take out the test paper from his schoolbag, then slapped it on the table with a snap, and said neatly, "It's already done."
Xu Meng wanted to give you power. He picked up Wen Yan's test paper and glanced at it briefly, but as a scumbag, he couldn't tell what was right or wrong at all, and his tone was suspicious: "You wrote it yourself?"
Wen Yan was quite generous, raised his eyebrows and said, "Copy or not?"
Xu Meng shook his head in disgust: "I don't copy."
Whoever is impatient and goes to copy Wen Yan's test paper, the second fool is better than his.
Wen Yan snorted: "I don't mind copying it for you."
Baldy Liu has been here very early recently. One is to check early reading, and the other is to prevent students from making up homework. As soon as the class bell rang, the school committee collected all the papers from the class and placed them neatly on the podium.
This morning is all Liu Baldzi's class. He pulled out his chair and sat down, flipping through a few papers at random, his voice dragging on the old man, and he couldn't tell whether he was angry or angry: "You didn't copy it, did you?"
Everyone in the audience shook their heads and said in unison, "No copy!"
Liu Bald was shocked by their shameless shamelessness. He broke off a piece of chalk and smashed it down. What he wanted to throw down was a grenade, killing one was counted as one: "I didn't copy a fart!"
Eight of the ten papers are exactly the same. Some people cleverly changed a few multiple-choice questions, but the answering procedures for the major questions behind are all the same. Another idiot copied the square root of 5 into fifty-five.
At the beginning of the third year of high school, a group of interns were sent out from the class, and the originally crowded classrooms were also empty. If these students did not work hard, they might as well go out to work early.
Bald Liu hated that iron could not be made of steel, with a sullen face and frowning, he took out the red pen and swiped it against the test paper for a while, and after correcting one, he scolded: "Please use your brain next time to copy the homework. If you don’t know how to copy, don’t say that you are the students I teach when you go out in the future!”
"Liu Xiyuan! You can copy the multiple-choice question B into 13 for me, and take it down!"
"Who is this... Chen Xiaozhi, you and Liu Xiyuan copied the same share. Write it down as 13 for me, take it!"
Bald Liu rarely gave birth to such an air. The students at the bottom were still laughing and joking to watch the excitement, but when they saw it, they froze without knowing it, feeling uneasy for no apparent reason.
Xu Meng looked up at the sky and tried to recall, did he just copy B into 13? Terrible.
"Xu Meng!" Bald Liu really called his name, "I've been blinded by playing games, so take the time to go to the hospital and take the papers!"
deserve it~
Wen Yan sat in the back, crossed Erlang's legs, and raised his middle finger at him, gloating at his misfortune.
Xu Meng also pointed his middle finger back when he passed by him, and said in a low voice, "I'll see how much you can test."
They're all scumbags, so don't laugh at second uncle.
Wen Yan touched his chin, thinking that the following topics were all written by Jin Heng, so there shouldn't be anything wrong. But he was still a little uneasy in his heart, he snorted, and his fingertips rubbed unconsciously. He straightened up slightly and glanced at the podium, and it was no surprise that Liu Baldzi changed his papers—
Don't ask how you recognized it, it's wrinkled like a pickle, and the class is the only one.
About a minute later, Bald Liu suddenly said, "Wen Yan?"
The voice was a little weird.
Xu Meng smiled and waited to watch the show.
Wen Yan has always been lazy and is not very afraid of the teacher, so he just sat in the seat and raised his hand: "Teacher, I am here."
Bald Liu ignored him, turned the paper over and over to read it twice, and finally confirmed it was correct, and asked suspiciously, "Did you write the paper yesterday?"
Wen Yan couldn't tell what he meant for a while, so he answered slowly, "Yes."
Bald Liu hissed, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and shook with the paper that was crumpled into pickles: "You're progressing too fast, the only one in the class with full marks."
As soon as these words came out, the whole class was shocked and turned to look at Wen Yan, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, full marks
Xu Meng looked back at him and said inscrutable, "A certain little brother wrote it for you."
It's also Jin Heng's fault. He went to imitate his handwriting yesterday, but he forgot to correct the accuracy rate, so he wrote a complete handwriting.
Wen Yan's eyelids jumped, thinking what kind of thing is this. He scratched his hair and frowned, thinking about what to say. Say you wrote it yourself, it's too fake, say it's not, and there is no way to explain where the answer to the question came from.
Bald Liu never guessed that Wen Yan had invited foreign aid. After all, the highest score in the class was only in the early 100s. Looking at the paper, I was overjoyed. Since he took over the class, it has been a long time since he has seen a full score, so he couldn't help but ask again: "Did you write it yourself?"
Wen Yan: "...Yes."
Xu Meng sat in front of him, rolled his eyes, and pouted in his heart: What a shame.
The author has something to say: Wen Yan: I will not confess Jin Heng when I die.