That was a dream Jin Heng had after they had been together for many, many years.
The sunlight projected onto the floor along the gaps in the curtains, and there were several slanting beams of light in the air, and the dust was faintly visible. Such a warm scene was forced back a bit by the cool-toned room.
A thin man was lying on the bed. His eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was awakened by the sunlight, he rolled over unconsciously, and groped his fingertips under the quilt, trying to find another body that was equally warm.
However, he felt empty.
Jin Heng realized that something was wrong, and sat up slowly, thinking that Wen Yan went downstairs for a run and exercise, but the moment he opened his eyes, he was surprised by the extreme cold and lonely decoration style in the room.
After three seconds.
"Whoa-"
Jin Heng had never been so complacent in his life, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He didn't even bother to put on his shoes, so he opened the door and ran outside the corridor, quickly going downstairs, but the scene in front of him was clearly the villa where he lived alone in his previous life.
But how
how could be
Jin Heng's always calm expression finally showed slight cracks, panic and shock, twisted and dark. Aunt Miao, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard the movement and came out. As a result, she saw Jin Heng wearing pajamas and standing at the entrance of the stairs with a pale face, not even wearing shoes.
Jin Heng is usually too withdrawn, and Aunt Miao rarely talks, but she couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Jin, what's the matter with you?"
Jin Heng looked at the sound and recognized that she was the nanny who was cooking at home. Her face suddenly became ugly, and it was a little scary. He didn't say a word, gritted his teeth, stepped back, turned and ran upstairs.
The phone was quietly placed on the corner of the bedside table. Jin Heng returned to the room, unlocked the screen a little hurriedly, and then unexpectedly saw the time and date on it, and stopped.
This is his last life, when he was 25 years old...
Jin Heng's figure suddenly fell uncontrollably and fell to the ground with a thud. In the season of early spring, it was so cold that my heart was cold for no reason.
He clenched his phone tightly, his mind was a mess, and he could only remember two words at this time.
Smell the flames…
Smell the flames…
to find him...
Liu Si is Jin Heng's private secretary, and she is responsible for most of the boss's itinerary, but today Jin Heng uncharacteristically postponed the meeting, allowing her to take half a month of free time to book a flight to f city .
Liu Si wanted to ask, but dared not ask. Jin Heng is a young and talented person who attracts everyone to the outside world, but only those who have been with him for a long time know that this immediate boss has a gloomy and withdrawn temper, and it is quite difficult to serve.
She could only do as she did, and skillfully arranged the flight tickets and the hotel she stayed at immediately. However, at this moment, Jin Heng asked her to check the news of a person, not a beauty star or a business celebrity, but a murderer—
Forgive Liu Si's habit of using this term to address people who have been in prison, even though the other party has only been sentenced for a few years for the crime of intentional injury.
Jin Heng didn't know anything about what happened after he left. To him, the past was so pale that it was almost terrifying. He was sitting in the car going to the airport, his eyes were half closed, he didn't say a word, he pressed his chin with a cold cell phone, and suddenly asked: "He's been sentenced for a few years..."
Sitting in the co-pilot, Liu Si couldn't see Jin Heng's expression clearly, but felt that the tone of his questioning was strange, she looked at the information in her hand and said, "The victim was seriously injured, and he did not have a lawyer to defend him, so he was sentenced. Seven years and three months, and he will be released from prison in a few days."
According to Liu Si, it is not a big deal. If you are willing to pay a lawyer to file a lawsuit, plus out-of-court compensation, it is not impossible to reduce the sentence to three years.
She couldn't hold back, and looked at the information again, and found that Wen Yan was only eighteen or nineteen when she was in prison, and she was worthy of graduating from high school.
It was the most high-spirited age, but he was locked in prison for so many years.
Jin Heng heard her whisper and raised his eyes slowly. As if asking her, but also asking herself, without any emotion: "Is it a pity?"
Liu Si was startled, thinking that she had said something wrong, and changed her posture a little uneasy. Looking in the rearview mirror, I tried to spy out a little bit of Jin Heng's joy and anger, but I found nothing, so I could only vaguely say: "A little bit."
At the same time, he couldn't help guessing the relationship between that person and Jin Heng.
relative? brother? Or the enemy
Jin Heng was silent and said nothing.
They took the seven o'clock flight and arrived directly at F city. Liu Si has prepared the hotel where she will stay. After letting the waiter move her luggage into the room, she habitually inquires about Jin Heng's next itinerary: "Mr. Jin, is there any place you want to go?"
She thought that Jin Heng was here to travel, after all, it was a quiet city.
Jin Heng didn't answer: "Find out when he will be released from prison, send me the time and place,"
After a pause, he sent Liu Si an address: "Rent a room in this community, I want to move in as soon as possible."
Liu Si became more and more confused about what Jin Heng wanted to do, and felt as uncomfortable as a cat scratching her head, so she could only ask hesitantly, "Mr. Jin, how long is the rent?"
When they talk about business abroad, they usually stay in hotels for as long as they last. At first glance, that community looks like an old-fashioned residential building, not a newly developed building. Most of them are long-term residents. It will definitely take a lot of effort to rent it out. The kind that starts in half a year.
Jin Heng turned on the computer and was looking up something. The screen fluorescence fell on the tip of his nose, adding a faint glow. His voice was cold, and he said without looking back: "Let it directly. If you can't rent it, buy it. You can do it yourself and go to the financial reimbursement."
The implication is that she doesn't need to pay attention to the amount of money.
Liu Si was stunned inwardly, these wicked rich people, buying a house is as easy as buying candy, how can they make a living as a laboring laborer like them. He nodded yes and left the room.
The suite is located on the upper floors of the hotel. Looking down from the floor-to-ceiling windows, it is brightly lit and full of traffic. I stared at it for a long time, but felt suffocated for no reason. Jin Heng's palm was pressed against the cold glass, his knuckles were faintly blue, trying to distinguish whether all this was a dream or not.
But even if it's a dream, there should be a smell of inflammation...
No one knows how the nearly seven years in prison will bring about a change to a person. The only thing that can be known is that Jin Heng has never visited Wen Yan once in the past seven years.
The scorching sun hangs high in the sky, illuminating the iron gate of the prison very hot, and if you look closely, the edge has some peeling paint. A black car stopped quietly not far away, with a thin man in the driver's seat. He was holding the steering wheel, wondering what he was thinking.
Time passed little by little.
About half an hour later, the two closed doors finally opened with a creak. Jin Heng looked up, but saw that the prison guard was escorting a man out, his heartbeat was uncontrollably leaking. One shot.
It was a familiar and unfamiliar face.
Familiar because the facial features have not changed, unfamiliar because the eyes can no longer see any light, except for the cold and fierce, there is only endless shadows. When standing under the sun, the place where he stood abruptly rendered a dark corner.
The dark shadow was projected onto the ground, stretched infinitely, and twisted a little out of shape.
The prison guard patted Wen Yan on the shoulder, handed him a backpack with personal belongings, and gave a few words of persuasion to be a good person before leaving.
The rolling heat wave hit, and the air was twisted and deformed.
Wen Yan ignored the prison guard's words, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and slowly raised his head. Seven years in prison suddenly made him a little tired of such dazzling sunlight. He felt like a piece of ice, now forced to stand under the sun, melting and passing.
It was a pair of dead eyes that could not see the slightest vividness, like a painting that had lost its color, only black and white.
Wen Yan just took two steps when a car parked not far away suddenly opened the door, and a young man in a suit came down from above. With a tall body and handsome eyebrows, he was walking towards him step by step.
Just as Jin Heng couldn't recognize Wen Yan, the latter also had difficulty recognizing him.
After all, no one could have guessed that the weak people who were bullied at the beginning would climb to a height that is unattainable for many years after graduation.
Wen Yan stopped and looked at Jin Heng with dark eyes. He carried the backpack with one hand, and the tattoo lines on the back of his hands faded to cyan unconsciously, silently showing the passage of time.
They were only a few steps apart, but there was a gap of seven years between them. Colder than the railings in the prison, it rose into the sky and erected an invisible barrier.
Seven years later, no one can guarantee that nothing has changed.
But Jin Heng didn't care, whether it was a dream or reality, as long as Wen Yan was still there.
As long as the smell is still alive...
Jin Heng walked to Wen Yan, stopped slowly, and pulled him into his arms without warning, even with a bit of strength. He closed his eyes and felt the other person's warm body, beating heart, and the blood that had been rigid for a long time finally began to flow slowly, feeling the feeling of being alive for a long time.
Wen Yan frowned, obviously stunned for a moment.
Jin Heng buried his face in his neck, sighed lowly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I found you..."
Liu Si was sitting in another car, ready to be called at any time. When the boss, who saw that she was a stranger, suddenly hugged a released prisoner, a mouthful of soda almost spit out, and he was scrambling to find a tissue.
What are you doing, are they really relatives
But if the relationship is really that good, why didn't he visit him once in seven years, instead he pretended to be affectionate here, and people who didn't know it thought he was cold-blooded.
Liu Si still had doubts, and Wen Yan naturally also had them.
He has been in prison for too long, and he is not able to adapt to this kind of intimate contact, and his muscles are uncontrollable and fall into a tense state. He frowned slightly and pushed Jin Heng away.
The latter was stunned by his actions, and looked subconsciously, but saw Wen Yan's eyes full of alienation and alertness.
"… "
After a second or two, Jin Heng made a move. He smiled, and then he took the next step and took Wen Yan's hand, and said in a low voice, "Let's go, I'll take you home for a rest."
Wen Yan couldn't hear his emotions and asked, "Go home?"
When he was in prison, Wen Siwan had already cut ties with him, which was too ironic for him.
When Jin Heng was always stepping back step by step, he suddenly realized what kind of situation Wen Yan had been in these years, lonely and hopeless. He tightened his fingertips slightly and hummed, "Go back to our home."
He slightly forcefully pulled Wen Yan into the car and drove away. Seeing this, Liu Si hurriedly followed.
At the same time, a motorcycle passed them by and stopped neatly at the gate of the prison. The cyclist was a young man with short hair and neat hair. He took off his helmet and looked around, but he didn't see Wen Yan's figure: "Damn, man, didn't you say it came out at this time, shouldn't you be leaving? "
In the back seat of the car was a girl in a skirt. She straightened her messy hair, looked around, and found that she did not see Wen Yan. Holding an unopened ice cream in his hand, it was already melted and sticky: "Oh, why are you so stupid, just ask and you'll know."
Xu Meng turned to look at her: "I'm stupid? If you didn't have to buy ice cream on the way, would I be late?"
Yan Na glared and grabbed his hair: "What's wrong with my ice cream? Didn't you eat it? You spit it out for me!"
Xu Meng was strangled by fate's throat: "Well... crazy woman!"
Wen Yan had no idea that because of his departure, a young couple almost had a "fight". He was sitting in the passenger seat, blowing cold air, and his eyes fell on the world outside the window, and it seemed like a world away for a moment.
Wen Yan has been derailed from the world for too long. He couldn't guess anything, couldn't see anything, he could only vaguely guess that Jin Heng's life should be very good now. His stern brows were half-closed, and he suddenly asked, "Have you gone to college?"
Jin Heng turned his head, looked at his expressionless face, and said softly, "Big A."
Wen Yan closed his eyes and said nothing.
Jin Heng drove to the gate of the community and stopped in the garage. Send a message to Liu Si, so that she doesn't have to follow. Then he opened the door and got out of the car, went around to the other side and pulled Wen Yan down.
It seemed that only constant touch could soothe his restless heart.
Wen Yan was quite uncomfortable, struggling to get rid of it, frowning to remind him: "It's daytime."
Jin Heng's strength suddenly became surprisingly large at this time. While pulling Wen Yan to the elevator, he asked earnestly, "Can you pull it at night?"
Hear the flames.
This place used to be Wen Yan's home, but after Wen Siwan went abroad, she sold it to others. Jin Heng thought of a way to buy it again, and roughly renovated it in the shortest possible time.
Wen Yan obviously recognized this place, stood at the door and didn't go in: "Isn't this house sold?"
Jin Heng stood behind him, habitually wanting to hug him, but just put his hand on his shoulder, clenched slightly, and whispered, "I bought it again, and this will be our home in the future."
Wen Yan didn't know why, but looked at this familiar and unfamiliar place without making a sound.
Jin Heng took him in and closed the door with his backhand. Went into the bedroom and took out a set of clean clothes: "Take a shower first, and come out to eat later."
He put everything in order and ironed it so meticulously that no one could fault it.
Wen Yan did not object, took the clothes and walked into the bathroom. His shirt was a black short-sleeved shirt. Through the exposed arms, Jin Heng keenly noticed that there were many old wounds on it, which might have been left in prison.
Jin Heng made a phone call, and soon someone delivered a bunch of beautifully packaged meals. He sat at the table, opened the lids one by one, and waited quietly for Wen Yan to come out of the bathroom.
Are you sad? It must be painful.
But for Jin Heng, as long as Wen Yan is still there, it's not a big problem.
The other party will come back to him sooner or later.
Jin Heng calmly placed the tableware, sorted them neatly one by one, and placed them in their proper positions, which was unspeakably elegant. When Wen Yan came out of the bathroom, he saw him sitting by the window waiting for him, the light-colored sunlight illuminated the living room, and even the smile on Jin Heng's lips became warm.
Jin Heng got up: "Have you finished washing?"
Wen Yan didn't know how to respond, so he could only nod his head.
Jin Heng glanced at his wet hair: "The hair needs to be dried."
Wen Yan's hair is very short, and there is no need to blow it. However, before he could speak, he saw Jin Heng holding a towel, pressing him on the chair and wiping his hair lightly, with a skilled posture, as if he had done it for many years.
Wen Yan tilted his head slightly: "I'll do it myself."
Jin Heng: "I'll help you."
He seemed to like this kind of close contact very much. After drying his hair, he even kissed Wen Yan on the side of the face like a little bit of water: "Let's eat."
Wen Yan was startled, and the conditioned reflex was about to punch him, so he couldn't hold back. His voice was slightly lowered, and he listened carefully with a bit of warning: "Jin Heng—"
Jin Heng was not afraid at all, he touched Wenyan's dry hair and reminded him, "I'm your boyfriend."
I am your boyfriend...
Hearing this sentence, Wen Yan was not very calm, and when he met Jin Heng's deep eyes, there was even more chaos. He turned his head as if fleeing, and quickly looked away: "No need."
It's really not necessary.
Whether it was out of guilt or compensation, Jin Heng had already had a different life in the past seven years, so there was no need to forcefully entangle them.
Jin Heng smiled: "It doesn't matter what you said."
He put the chopsticks into Wen Yan's hands: "Let's eat, it's getting cold."
Wen Yan likes all the dishes on the table. Jin Heng occasionally puts a chopstick in his bowl and asks him if it is delicious. I don't know what the two were thinking, but on the surface they seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Wen Yan's mind was a mess, he thought it would be fine in a while, but in fact he couldn't calm down until the night. It was as if there was a fire burning in the internal organs, except for the pain.
The night was dark and the surroundings were quiet.
He clutched his heart, closed his eyes and gasped.
Seven years in prison, seven years of indifference, the words "difficulty" were carved in the bones and blood. It had never appeared before, but today it suddenly surged like crazy in this night.
Jin Heng couldn't sleep, and when he passed Wen Yan's room inadvertently, he heard his tossing and turning. Pushing open the door quietly, he asked aloud in the hazy darkness, "Are you uncomfortable?"
Wen Yan paused and did not speak. After a while, he felt a sudden sinking beside him, and a cool hand fell on his forehead.
"I don't have a fever," Jin Heng said, "Actually, I don't sleep well either."
He was very familiar, so he lay directly on the bed, his arms crossed Wen Yan's waist, and slowly pulled him into his arms, his voice was low, and he calmly stated a certain fact: "I miss you."
Wen Yan felt that Jin Heng seemed to be suffering from skin hunger and thirst, and even his temperament was quite different from before, so he asked slightly sarcastically, "Miss me? What do you miss me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his lips suddenly covered with warmth, and his voice was suddenly silenced as if someone was strangling his throat. With a wrong effort, the other party took advantage of the situation to pry his teeth open, and the tip of his tongue came in flexibly.
Jin Heng was like an addict, and suddenly he got something that made him addicted. Ignoring Wen Yan's slight struggle, he grabbed the back of the other's head and kissed deeply. The tip of the tongue swept the warm lining of the mouth, the hard teeth, and finally a tip of the tongue that was equally soft.
He pushes, he enters.
Jin Heng recited his name in the dark night, with a certain desire and urgency: "Wen Yan... Wen Yan..."
His voice was hoarse, as if he was about to swallow the person below him. Wen Yan was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't attack.
He was annoyed: "Jin Heng!"
Immediately, he snorted because of the opponent's actions.
Jin Heng felt that his soul and body were divided into two people, his soul was calm, but his body was out of control. He kissed Wen Yan's earlobe, and he recited the other party's name with a dense and lingering breath, like a lover whispering: "Wen Yan..."
With a bang, Wen Yan's defense was stripped away.
Wen Yan didn't know why, but clenched the pillow tightly, and a simple movement showed a bit of hatred. He lowered his head like a dying animal, and was helpless and pale at the mercy of Jin Heng, and finally spit out a word: "Pain,"
Muscles are shaking. Seven years in prison made it difficult for him to adapt to the proximity of others.
Jin Heng paused, turned him over in the dark, and continued to kiss him lowly. The two have not been in contact for a long time, which is normal.
"Don't be afraid..."
Jin Heng stroked the back of his neck, not knowing what to do with him. Kissing off Wen Yan's eyes, he didn't know whether it was sweat or tears.
Wen Yan's mind gradually became sluggish, and the only thing he really felt was Jin Heng's kiss. He heard the other party whispering something in his ear, the wind was indistinct, and finally broke through the line of defense unknowingly.
Jin Heng's uneasy heart finally settled down, he held Wen Yan's face, nose to nose, forehead to forehead, no one in the world can be more intimate than them: "Does it still hurt..."
"… "
Wen Yan's waist trembled, unable to speak, sweat soaked his hair.
The window was not closed tightly, and the night wind from the outside blew in gusts, and lifted the curtain to a corner. A faint chirping of insects could still be heard. The old stop signs on the side of the road have faded a little, and the lush plane trees cast a shadow.
Jin Heng hugged Wen Yan, buried his face between his neck, and rubbed his fingertips over and over again on the other's scars, gently and slowly. Wen Yan seemed to have lost the strength to struggle, and closed his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
Jin Heng suddenly asked him, "Do you want me to visit you when you're inside?"
Must have thought about it.
But I didn't come in the first year, I didn't come in the second year, and I didn't come in the third year, so I didn't want to.
Wen Yan's brows wrinkled unconsciously, and turned his head: "No."
Knowing that he was lying, Jin Heng still refused to let go of his arms, clasped his hand and said, "beat me up, relieve your anger..."
Smell struggling.
Jin Heng refused to let go: "One year is not enough, just two years, three years, let you fight for the rest of your life."
He pressed Wen Yan's face and said in a serious tone, "I will never leave you alone again..."
Wen Yan's movements froze, but Jin Heng hugged him tighter and whispered vaguely like the wind: "I love you..."