On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

Everyone in the same class as Wen Yan knew that this guy didn't put books in his schoolbag, only bricks, for no other reason than to take advantage of the fight.

Of course Wen Yan would not be ashamed of such a trivial matter. Smoking is not allowed in KFC, so he could only use the cigarette case to knock on the corner of the table in boredom. what.

What are you complaining about?

There is a high probability that what Xu Meng said is also true.

Although Wen Yan had known this for a long time, when I mentioned it today, I was inexplicably uncomfortable, so that when Jin Heng corrected Yan Na's homework in the second half, he didn't even say a word, and fell silent for the first time .

When it was almost dark, they left to go home. Yan Na put the papers in her schoolbag: "Jin Heng, your lectures are much better than the cram school teacher. It is simple and clear, and the most important thing is that I can understand everything." gone."

Yan Na's homework is all basic questions, and it is enough to apply the formula above. She will say this because the old man in the cram school is too boring to teach, and she has a sense of resistance to the teacher's instinct. When Jin Heng was giving a lecture, she was very relaxed and listened carefully.

Xu Meng complained, "Then your mother paid you a teacher for nothing."

Yan Na was about to speak, when Jin Heng said: "If you don't know it in the future, you can ask me, anyway, one class."

Yan Na sighed: "It will be a long way to divide into classes in the future."

Wen Yan had been addicted to cigarettes for a long time, and was standing at the door smoking a cigarette. Hearing this, he withdrew his thoughts and subconsciously asked, "What class are you in?"

Yan Na: "We'll be divided into classes in No. 6 Middle School. Jin Heng has good grades, so he probably has to go to the rocket class. Remember to keep an eye on him and study hard."

The latter sentence is purely a joke.

The sky was dyed by the sunset, and the streets and buildings were all in the color of dusk. Wen Yan leaned against the railing on the side of the road to smoke, and Jin Heng didn't urge him, but quietly waited beside him: "When you are at the stadium, what do you want to say to me?" ?”

Wen Yan paused, and after a long while, he spoke in a vague voice, trying to say the matter in an understatement tone: "It's nothing, I just want you to stay at my house, lest that lunatic come over again. "

He thought that Jin Heng would consider it before making a decision, but the clinker nodded and agreed, and it went smoothly: "It's okay, it's just the weekend, let's move the things to your house in these two days."

Now the dumbfounded man turned into Wen Yan, with a cigarette in his mouth, he squinted his eyes in disbelief, and raised his hand to wave away the smoke in front of him: "Jin Heng, you can't be more reserved, you would be so stupid if you were someone else Go crazy? Are you afraid of being sold?"

"I'm worthless," Jin Heng said seriously, looking at him intently, "Only you would want it."

Against the backdrop of the evening sunset, his eyebrows and eyes looked very clean, his black hair was covered with a light afterglow, and Wen Yan's face was clearly reflected in his pupils, time seemed to start to flow backwards in an instant, stopping in a certain scene in the previous life, they We used to stand on the side of the street and talk together like this.

A piece of soot fell down and was blown away by the wind again.

Wen Yan took off the cigarette, smiled, wanted to say something, but didn't say anything, lit Jin Heng with the hand holding the cigarette, and only after a long time spit out a few words: "I don't want it."

Jin Heng asked back: "Really don't want it?"

Wen Yan snorted, but didn't speak.

Jin Heng has very few things, only some simple clothes and personal items, and it doesn't take much effort to pack them up. I probably counted them at night, rented a car and took a trip, and I've already moved a lot.

Wen Yan lives alone most of the time. The house is not messy, but it is not clean either. Game consoles are scattered on the sofa, unwashed clothes are draped over the chairs, and the quilt is messy and unfolded, which is quite in line with his style. .

"There is a room next to it that is vacant, and you can live in it after packing it up."

Wen Yan was carrying his luggage and couldn't move, so he kicked the door open with his foot, threw the things on the bed, and was about to introduce his home to Jin Heng, but when he turned around, he found that the other party was studying the things he threw on the chair. clothes.

Jin Heng asked: "Is this dirty clothes?"

Wen Yan tugged at the blood spots and mud marks left by the fight on the cuffs, isn't it obviously dirty: "Why, can't you see it?"

Jin Heng put the clothes back: "Why don't you wash them?"

Wen Yan didn't bother to wash it: "I forgot."

Jin Heng's memory is amazing, Wen Sheng reminded him: "I remember you wore this coat three days ago, remember to wash it at night."

Wen Yan clicked his tongue: "I let you live here to take refuge, not to make you nagging and be an old lady."

Jin Heng turned a deaf ear to it, he was a bit stubborn in a certain way, he didn't want to see messy things, Wen Yan could only find a rag and a mop to tidy up and clean up together, and only took a rest in the middle of the night.

Wen Yan collapsed on the sofa, lazily raised his eyelids and looked at Jin Heng, half-truthfully said: "Thank you for letting me know what cleaning is for the first time."

It can be seen that this guy has never done school cleaning rotation before.

Jin Heng packed a few bags of garbage: "You're welcome, I'm also curious about how you survived before."

Wen Yan wondered how he could live, so he looked at Jin Heng with his head tilted. After a while, he got up and walked over to snatch the work from him: "Go take a shower, you have to go to school tomorrow."

Jin Heng calmly reminded him: "Tomorrow is Sunday, no school."

Wen Yan asked him: "What's the matter if you don't go to school, you don't take a shower if you don't go to school?"

Jin Heng smiled, raised his hand to pinch Wen Yan's chin, the light from the living room poured down on his shoulders, and his dark pupils were also brightened by two points, he approached Wen Yan's ear, and then slowly bit

Touching the other party's earlobe, he said in a hoarse voice: "Do you know that the word "leading wolves into the house..."

Wen Yan's body trembled after being bitten by him, his mind went blank, how could he know what a wolf was or was not, his language was not good at all: "What?"

"It's nothing." Jin Heng lowered his eyes, pinched his chin, and bit his lips gently: "It's just that if there is a wolf next to him, don't be so rampant."

After he finished speaking, he slowly let go of Wen Yan, took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom. With the sound of the door being closed with a click, the latter came back to his senses.

Jin Heng has never been to Wen Yan's house, even if they have done the most intimate things in their previous life, he stood under the shower, letting the hot water pour over his head, and the meandering water flowed along his body, as if he wanted to caress. Heal those old wounds.

Jin Heng closed his eyes, motionless, and opened them after a long while, like a drowned person getting out of the trapped sea, couldn't help but take a deep breath, he turned off the shower, and felt the feeling of death again Not really good.

Jin Heng dried his hair and came out of the bathroom. He remembered that he still had homework to finish, so he went to the desk and opened the zipper of his schoolbag, and said to Wen Yan who was lying on the sofa and playing games: "Go and wash, I will write for a while." Operation."

Wen Yan clicked his tongue: "What homework are you doing in the middle of the night?"

He has taken up all the reasons, and if it is daytime, he will definitely say "what homework to do in broad daylight".

Jin Heng knew him too well, so he pulled out the chair and sat down, but for some reason, he thought of something, and moved his eyes to the black schoolbag beside him - the one that Wen Yan often carried.

Jin Heng looked at it for a while, then took the schoolbag over, feeling that there was nothing in it, but it was heavy, and when he opened the zipper, there were two bricks lying inside.

head.

...What Xu Meng said turned out to be true.

Jin Heng felt quite stupid, took out the brick, threw it aside, found a thick dictionary and stuffed it in, Wen Yan was about to go into the bathroom, but when he saw it, he retreated, leaned against the door frame and said in distaste: "I It’s not loaded with books, it’s heavy and useless.”

Jin Heng asked: "So that's why you went to school with a brick on your back for two years?"

Wen Yan felt that he was mocking himself, but couldn't find any evidence, so he couldn't help but choke.

Jin Heng told him: "Actually, hitting someone with a dictionary hurts even more."

Bricks are shattered when they are hit, and dictionaries will not be broken no matter how many times they are hit.

Wen Yan didn't believe it: "You just talk nonsense."

He had a high tolerance for Jin Heng, allowing him to toss out his schoolbag, and took his pajamas into the bathroom to take a shower.

When Jin Heng was buried in his homework, the system sat beside him and watched quietly. The blue body had a strong sense of presence, making it hard to ignore.

Jin Heng finally couldn't help it, raised his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

The system sits neatly: [It's okay, just watch the homework, I haven't seen it before, just use me as a desk lamp]

#Blue limited edition spherical 009 small table lamp#

Jin Heng turned the nib of the pen: "You are too bright."

System: [It's okay, I can adjust it. 】

After it finished speaking, it slowly lowered the brightness of its body, adjusted it to a suitable level, and then continued to watch Jin Heng do his homework. At first glance, it looked like a desk lamp.

Jin Heng glanced at it, finally decided to ignore it, and continued to write his own test paper. The room was so quiet for a while that he could only hear the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper. When he was about to finish writing, he suddenly heard the system say: [Study hard, make progress every day. 】

It's so bad that it can't be any more bad.

Jin Heng raised his eyebrows lightly: "Do you say that to every host?"

The system tweaked: [Dear, I only said that to you. 】

The first few are adults and don't need to go to school. 009 will only tell them to reform themselves and start a new life.

Jin Heng smiled. He didn't know why, but he always felt that if the system was an individual, it meant something like a central air-conditioning scumbag, so he asked with a half-smile, "Why?"

The system took a look at the notes: [People must be good at using their own advantages. Under the condition of not violating the moral and legal bottom lines, the interstellar space station allows the host to use reasonable means to fight for a future. 】

In the last life, Jin Heng's life had actually reached its peak, and it would be a good idea to do it all over again.

The law is fair and just, but it cannot restrain people with corrupt morals, such as those who betray people's hearts, those who are ungrateful, and those who bully the weak, so the system exists because of this. Under the law, they faintly become another invisible barrier, guarding above the moral bottom line.

Jin Heng turned a page of the book: "There are still many people like me, can you take care of them?"

The system is an idiot fan: [Follow the arrangement of the interstellar executive! 】

Jin Heng didn't speak, feeling too middle school, he turned a page of the book calmly, only to see that fat blue ball flying over again: [Darling, I know what you mean, but fate can't favor everyone . 】

Destiny is too subtle. Instead of waiting for it to come, it is better to work hard to make yourself stronger. Companionship and protection have an end. They are as close as parents, and there will be a day when they will leave. The system can't protect them for a long time. will make the host dependent. This is why interstellar executives do not allow them to interfere too much.

Only by making yourself stronger is the foundation of your life.

Wen Yan and Jin Heng in the previous life faintly went to two extremes, the former was too strong, and the latter was too weak, but they didn't know that too much was too much.

Jin Heng paused while flipping through the book, and raised his eyes to look at the system, but the latter just flapped its wings twice, and then disappeared into the air with a whoosh: [Dear, good night, tomorrow is another beautiful day~]

"..."

Jin Heng closed the book expressionlessly, and suddenly realized that Wen Yan hadn't come out of the bathroom for a long time, got up and walked over to have a look. Through the half-open door, he saw that Wen Yan was washing clothes, and there was a piece of clothing soaked in the basin. The dirty coat made him tired.

Jin Heng leaned against the door frame, looked at it for a while, and then said: "Let's soak it overnight, it will be washed off tomorrow."

Wen Yan didn't want to wash at first, but when he heard his words, he threw the clothes back like a hot potato, with a look of disgust, and couldn't hold back a long sigh of relief when he got up: "Fuck, I'm more tired than fighting."

Jin Heng: "So try to take off your clothes next time you fight."

Wen Yan's eyelids twitched: "Shouldn't you let me fight less?"

Jin Heng smiled and walked to the room: "Then are you listening?"

Wen Yan dawdled and said, "It depends on the situation."

He instinctively followed Jin Heng, but when he reached the door, the other party suddenly stopped in his tracks. I saw Jin Heng turned around and asked him with a half-smile: "Do you want to sleep with me?"

Wen Yan realized slowly that this was Jin Heng's room, and slowly put his hand into his pocket: "Then you have a good rest, call me if you need anything, I'm next door."

After he finished speaking, he took a look at Jin Heng before turning back to his room.

Probably because of the people living next door, Wen Yan couldn't sleep tonight, he rested his arms on his pillow, and wanted to smoke when he was bored, but the cigarette case was empty, so he could only bear it, as if there were countless ants crawling in his heart Biting, so uncomfortable that I don't know what to do.

Wen Yan turned over and realized belatedly that addiction is a terrible thing.

In the silent room, there was only the rustling of his turning over, which sounded once every ten seconds on average, as if he was not sleeping on a bed, but some kind of needle board, when Wen Yan finally got himself out of sleepiness , A coolness suddenly hit the quilt, followed by an equally cool body behind him.

Jin Heng's voice became a little deeper in the dark night, and the heat sprayed thinly on his neck: "Still sleeping?"

Wen Yan never thought that Jin Heng would do bed crawling in the middle of the night, so he said, "Why don't you sleep here?"

Jin Heng wrapped his arms around his waist under the quilt, Wen Yan felt his back pressed against the man's chest, and even his heartbeats were surprisingly consistent: "See if you slept, but you didn't."

Wen Yan didn't speak, the tingling sensation from the cigarette addiction just now subsided like a tide, and he became strangely quiet. He turned over and faced Jin Heng, just about to say something, but he didn't say a word When she came out, someone grabbed the back of her head and kissed her.

Jin Heng had two completely different appearances during the day and night, and he didn't give Wen Yan any room to resist, even though the latter didn't want to resist either, and there was endless plunder in the entanglement of lips and tongue. A little spark can start a prairie fire, an inexhaustible ambition.

Through the clothes, Jin Heng walked and rubbed his fingertips, feeling the old uneven scars on Wen Yan's body, and finally leaned over slowly, biting the corner of his clothes and lifting them up little by little. Under the bruising.

Jin Heng buried him in his neck and said, "You have many injuries..."

Wen Yan hummed, he grabbed Jin Heng's arm, and could vaguely feel that the place where his hands were hidden by his sleeves during the day was full of scars, whether it was cut by a knife or a pencil: "You have a lot too."

The difference is that Wen Yan was left behind by a fight, and Jin Heng was unilaterally

being bullied.

Wen Yan's slender and strong fingertips went up little by little, and stroked the flat or convex scars. Some of them had healed, and some left marks. He raised his head in the dark night, and said in a hoarse voice near Jin Heng's ear: "In the future I protect you……"

He said, "I will protect you from now on."

Some things are predestined, and fate cannot be changed, nor can it be changed.

Jin Heng didn't speak, he hugged Wen Yan, the two bruised bodies were pressed close together, the heat was passed back and forth, and at the end they kissed upside down a few times, their lips and teeth touched, the force was so strong that blood was even knocked out.

Jin Heng's Adam's apple twitched slightly, swallowing blood. His fingertips passed over Wen Yan's stern eyebrows, his eyes seemed to be able to read people's hearts: "I take it seriously."