On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

Wen Yan's mouth was quite venomous, but he didn't show it normally, Jin Heng was stunned for a moment when he asked such a question out of the blue, then he realized that he turned his head to look at him, raised his eyebrows, and did not deny it: "Well, we went in."

Wen Yan's eyelids twitched: "Are you quite proud?"

He didn't ride a bike today, and simply walked home with Jin Heng, while Yan Na and Xu Meng were chasing and fighting, laughing constantly. The sky behind him was half dark, showing a very mysterious Klein blue, deep and surging, but clean and cold.

Jin Heng asked him unhurriedly: "I dare to enter, do you dare?"

Wen Yan choked for a moment, how dare he dare, which man would run to the women's bathroom in his free time, Jin Heng is the only one who can do this kind of thing, okay?

There was a long fenced road next to the flower bed. When Wen Yan stood on it, he was just half a head taller than Jin Heng. With his hands in his pockets, he walked forward slowly, his eyes vaguely fell on Jin Heng's shoulders, and then moved away.

There was a wire post blocking the way ahead, Jin Heng stretched out his hand to pull Wen Yan off the flower bed, and walked to a relatively stable path: "Why do you always like to go up?"

Wen Yan: "I am happy."

Jin Heng touched his earlobe, and pierced the window paper with a word: "Is it because you are shorter than me?"

Even though they were all about the same age, Jin Heng pushed Wen Yan over. When he straightened up, he looked skinny and bony, comparable to the male models in magazines. What he said was like stabbing a hornet's nest, Wen Yan grabbed his neck directly from behind, forcing him to lean down, and there was still a faint smell of tobacco on the collar: "Fuck, who is shorter than you!"

Jin Heng thought to himself who knows who is short: "Guess?"

Wen Yan was furious, but it was impossible to really do anything to Jin Heng, so he could only press his head and rub it twice, and then let go: "Okay, I know you are a hero to save the beauty, and you can go in the women's toilet , don’t attack me personally.”

Just as Jin Heng was about to say something, he saw an inconspicuous wound on his arm, which he hadn't seen during the day, and asked aloud, "Did you go to fight today?"

Wen Yan didn't speak, just shook his hand indifferently, and hummed in a half-answer.

Jin Heng asked: "Who did you fight with?"

Xu Meng avoided Yan Na's "chasing and killing", and happened to pass by them. Hearing this, he slowed down, and then walked backwards, with a half-smile and said: "Who else is there, the unlucky bastard who delayed your exam yesterday, was almost killed by him kill."

Xu Meng stared at Wen Yan with a strange gaze, as if he saw his good brother falling into the abyss of desperation step by step, and then moved to Jin Heng, as if he was the one who caused the trouble, and said inexplicably: "You count Whoever provoked you, maybe those people have beaten Wen Yan once."

When he said this, he was always smiling, making it difficult to tell whether he was joking or something else.

Wen Yan subconsciously glanced at Jin Heng, and then kicked Xu Meng falsely: "Fuck you, can you talk?"

Xu Meng dodged sideways, patted the ashes on the corner of his clothes casually, said a word indistinctly, and said with a sneer: "You can judge for yourself, the attack is not serious or not, I'm too lazy to care, sooner or later it will cause trouble for the upper body."

They are not on the same road, and they separated at the fork in front of them.

Although Wen Yan fights, he also knows that fighting is not a good thing, and it is not worth showing off. Seeing Jin Heng walking beside him without speaking, as if he was thinking about something, he lazily lit a cigarette with a lighter, and deliberately blew a smoke ring towards him.

The smoke was a bit choking, and it condensed into a white smoke ring in the dark night, and it dissipated after a while.

Wen Yan thought that Jin Heng would react, but the other party just glanced at him, and then made no other moves.

Wen Yan patted his pocket, and could only say: "Don't listen to Xu Meng's nonsense, when he chased Yan Na before, he fought harder than me."

Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, and seemed to be interested: "Huh?"

Wen Yan pondered for a while before saying: "Yan Na was similar to you when she was in junior high school, and she seemed to be bullied quite badly. Xu Meng fought a lot because of her, and the most serious one was almost sent to the juvenile detention center."

In summary,

"He is like a crow standing on a pile of coal, seeing that others are black, but not himself."

Jin Heng did not expect such a thing to happen. After all, Yan Na didn't seem to be the kind of character to be bullied. Thinking of Xu Meng's words just now, he looked at Wen Yan and said slowly: "What he said may be right, maybe One day, you will get into trouble because of me."

Wen Yan obviously didn't take it seriously, and said casually: "What's wrong with it, it's just a mess, I've rarely gotten into trouble in my life?"

This is true.

Jin Heng nodded, agreeing with his words, seeing a convenience store in front, the blue signboard was lit at night, he dragged Wen Yan into it, the inside was quiet, the clerk was dozing off.

Wen Yan didn't understand, so he asked, "What do you want to buy?"

Jin Heng didn't seem to know what to buy, because he walked around the shelf slowly for a long time, didn't take anything, and stayed silent for a second or two before saying: "Today is my birthday."

Wen Yan was stunned: "What?"

Jin Heng tilted his head to look at him, and said seriously and plainly: "Today is my birthday."

I didn't intend to say it at first, because this kind of day has no meaning to Jin Heng, and it's over when it's over, but the day of adulthood is a hurdle after all, and I always feel that I still need to do something memorable. He didn't realize that his sudden words stunned Wen Yan.

"I...you..."

Wen Yan stammered rarely, with a surprised expression: "Today is your birthday, why don't I know?"

Jin Heng thought to himself that of course you don't know, and I haven't told you. He looked around, not interested in the colorful snacks on the shelves, then walked to the cash register, took a box of things, tapped the table with his fingertips, and woke up the dozing clerk: "Check out."

The clerk was a young man. He saw that Jin Heng was wearing a school uniform and came to the convenience store to buy such things in the middle of the night. He gave him a strange look, and then scanned the goods to enter the account.

Jin Heng paid the money, walked out of the store, and found that Wen Yan hadn't followed, looked back, but saw that he was still standing there in a daze, then turned back and pulled him out: "Let's go, go home."

Wen Yan didn't speak, but suddenly stuffed his schoolbag into Jin Heng's arms, and hurriedly said: "Sit here and wait for me, come right back!"

Sixth Middle School’s late-night self-study time is very late. At this time, most of the shops on the street are closed. Wen Yan is quite familiar with this area. He vaguely remembers where there are cake shops nearby. He looked for them one by one, but they were all closed. .

There is also the last store, where the warm yellow light shines through. The owner of the store is standing outside, closing the iron gate. Wen Yan was exhausted from running. Seeing this, he immediately turned around and rushed over. The door was blocked: "Wait a minute!"

The boss followed the sound and saw that it was a student running out of breath, so he couldn't help but stop: "What's wrong?"

Wen Yan ran for seven or eight blocks, unable to speak for a while, leaned over to support his knees with his hands, forced to hold his breath, and asked intermittently after a second or two: "Old...boss...do you still have cakes for sale?" ?”

The boss thought for a while: "There are still a few buns left, do you want them?"

Wen Yan took a breath, waved his hands and said, "It's not bread, I want cake."

The boss said: "Then you are late, the cake has to be ordered a day in advance."

Wen Yan never bought cakes before, he saw several big cream cakes in the glass window: "Can you sell me one of those?"

The boss laughed at him stupidly: "That's a fake model cake, you will die if you eat it."

Depressed, Wen Yan punched the wall, and asked unwillingly: "What about the small cream cake? You can also cut it into pieces. My family has a birthday, so I really need it urgently!"

The boss probably understood the reason. He rolled up the half-fallen iron door, then opened the glass door with a key, and took a piece of milk-flavored cake the size of a bento box from the slightly empty shelf. Like a cake base without buttercream.

The boss asked him: "There is really no cake. See if this works. It's about the same as putting two candles in."

Wen Yan: "..."

Now in the middle of the night, except for the bar and the 24-hour convenience store, basically everything is closed, Wen Yan can only reluctantly pay the bill, and bought a pack of candles along the way. Worried that Jin Heng waited too long, he ran all the way again.

Jin Heng didn't know what Wen Yan was going to do, so he could only find a bench by the side of the road and wait for him. After about forty minutes, he saw that familiar figure running towards him, his hair was blown by the wind Messed up.

Jin Heng stood up subconsciously, seeing that Wenyan was carrying a bag in his hand, he secretly guessed: "Did you buy a cake?"

Wen Yan originally felt that he couldn't get the things he bought, but when he asked this question, he felt that he couldn't get them out, so he scratched his hair: "Damn it, the bakery is closed."

He put the bag on the bench, and took out the bare milk-flavored cake from inside. Under Jin Heng's watchful eyes, he bravely inserted a circle of candles on it, and lit them one by one with a lighter. As a result, it was windy at night, and with I was anxious and my hands were shaking, and I couldn't light it anyway.

"Don't worry,"

Jin Heng knelt down beside him, blocked the wind with his hands, took the lighter in Wen Yan's hand and lit a candle, and then used that candle to light the rest of the candles one by one. The face is as warm and moist as jade.

Seeing this, Wen Yan's impatient heart inexplicably calmed down a little bit. He raised his hand to help block the wind, glanced at Jin Heng, then turned his head back and looked away, and said in a low voice slowly: "Why didn't you come with me sooner?" Say."

Wen Yan's life is very rough. In various senses, if he hadn't been reminded by someone around him, he would even forget that there is such a thing as a birthday in the world, let alone a boyfriend's birthday.

Jin Heng didn't care much: "Because you have a bad memory."

Wen Yan couldn't even remember his own birthday, so the first half of his life could only be described as muddled and unexamined.

Wen Yan's memory is indeed not very good: "Jin Heng, I forgot to ask this time, my fault, I will remember it next time."

Jin Heng knew that Wen Yan would do what he said. He put down the lighter, smiled, and pointed to the phone screen: "It's not twelve o'clock yet, and you've caught up, so you don't forget it."

In fact, Jin Heng said that when he celebrated his birthday today, there were some strange accidents, and he couldn't explain why he told Wen Yan this.

Wen Yan still felt that the cake was a little ugly, but it didn't look too ugly after lighting the candles: "Then... blow out the candles and make a wish?"

Jin Heng looked at him quietly, without speaking.

Wen Yan's eyelids twitched: "Do you want to sing the birthday song?"

Jin Heng smiled: "No need."

He didn't believe in wishing or not, or in other words, he didn't know what kind of wish he could make, but he still followed Wen Yan's wishes, slowly closed his eyes, and made a wish to the bright candle.

hope……

Their life after the age of eighteen was safe and smooth.

The last life was too bitter,

The place where I was born and grew up should be my home, not the quagmire of a prison that I want to break out of in my dreams.

It took Jin Heng two seconds to open his eyes, and then blew out the candle. Wen Yan was slightly relieved, he unplugged those

After burning more than half of the colored candles, he broke off a piece of cake and handed it to Jin Heng's mouth, and ate a piece himself: "I'll buy you a better one tomorrow."

Jin Heng shook his head, they are just students now, and buying too expensive things is actually a burden. Seeing that the surrounding streets were quiet and no one was around, only the evening breeze in the treetops, she slowly approached Wen Yan with her lowered eyes, and dropped a kiss like a dragonfly on his lips.

Jin Heng said, "Thank you..."

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, Jin Heng had already withdrawn and left. He unconsciously pursed his lips, always feeling that the light kiss just now made his heart palpitate: "...Jin Heng, happy birthday."

Jin Heng smiled and didn't speak. He stood up from the chair, packed the cake, and then led Wen Yan to the house. The two shadows were stretched very long on the ground.

Jin Heng didn't know what to think of, and raised his eyebrows: "Do you remember, when we first met?"

Wen Yan grabbed his collar at the entrance of No. 6 Middle School, uttered harsh words, and even slapped him in the face, which can only be described as arrogant.

Wen Yan walked upstairs quickly and opened the door with the key. He faltered for a long time and pretended to be stupid: "Forgot, you know that I have a bad memory... Are you hungry? I only ate two bites of cake at night."

Jin Heng followed him into the room: "Not hungry, how about you?"

Seeing that the subject had been successfully changed, Wen Yan secretly heaved a sigh of relief: "I'm not hungry."

Jin Heng took off his school uniform jacket and threw it on the sofa. Something fell out of his pocket accidentally and landed on the ground: "Then take a shower and sleep."

Wen Yan was about to respond, but just after taking two steps, he felt as if he had stepped on something under his feet. He lowered his head to pick it up, only to find that it was...anquan trick, and his mind went blank for a moment: "...Where did it come from?"

Damn it, how could there be such a thing in his family? Could it be his mother whom he hadn't seen for hundreds of years? !

Jin Heng half leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and when he saw this, he said, "I bought it."

Wen Yan was even more confused: "You bought it? When did you buy it?"

Jin Heng pointed to the door: "Just now at the convenience store."

"..."

Wen Yan swallowed unconsciously, pinching the small box in his hand, feeling like a hot potato, his brain short-circuited, and asked a very mentally retarded question: "Why did you buy this?"

Jin Heng smiled: "I'll buy it and blow up balloons, okay?"

fuck.

Wen Yan felt that he was so stupid. He should have expected that Jin Heng was not as innocent as he appeared on the surface. Hearing the sarcasm in his words, he threw the thing back, and his ears turned red: "Damn, Can you speak a human language?"

When Jin Heng saw Wen Yan turned around and wanted to leave, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, and then leaned against the wall. He didn't know if he accidentally touched the switch, and the living room lights dimmed instantly.

The two of them didn't move, and their figures fell into the darkness, looking a little blurry, only the warm breath sprayed and intertwined, ambiguous and lingering.

Wen Yan's chest rose and fell, his heart was beating like a drum, he unconsciously clenched Jin Heng's shoulders, his throat was itchy for no reason: "You..."

After only one word, I couldn't continue, and my voice was very hoarse.

Time passed little by little, and finally twelve o'clock passed.

Jin Heng's five fingers slowly ran through Wen Yan's hair, forcing the person in front of him to raise his head to accept his kiss, and the surly look of the day faded away, leaving only the fragility and helplessness at the mercy of others, who was sucked until the root of his tongue became numb, Even the jaws started to go numb.

"Wen Yan..."

Jin Heng made a low voice, his voice was slightly hoarse, and the rustle sharpened his eardrums. Those beautiful eyes inherited from his mother were full of evil spirits in the dark night, captivating people's hearts and souls. As if remembering something, he slid his fingertips across Wen Yan's face: "Actually Xu Meng is right..."

Wen Yan's mind was muddled, turning into a mess: "What?"

Jin Heng leaned close to his ear, biting slowly: "You will really get into trouble if you get entangled with me."

For example, the prison disaster in the previous life, maybe there are other bad debts, and the details are already countless.

Wen Yan was bitten by him in pain, and took a deep breath: "Damn it, take it easy."

As for what caused trouble and didn't cause trouble, it seemed that he had forgotten all about it long ago.

Wen Yan closed his eyes and panted, feeling the warm touch left by his neck, raised his head unconsciously, his fragile Adam's apple rolled up and down, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

It's not that he doesn't understand what Xu Meng is warning you today, but there is always someone who can make you do something regardless of the consequences, without leaving any room for yourself.

Just as Xu Meng could do the same for Yan Na back then, Wen Yan could do the same for Jin Heng.

The two stumbled onto the bed. Jin Heng kissed Wen Yan deeply, brushed his lips and tongue over those flat or convex old wounds one by one, and then licked them lightly, which would always make the people under him tremble and groan, but he still did what the person said "Easy", gentle and bone-piercing, more and more painful.

Wen Yan didn't understand why Jin Heng insisted on kissing all the scars on his body, but felt the itch went straight to the bone marrow, his eyes were distracted, and after several difficulties, he uttered two words: "Jin Heng..."

"Well," Jin Heng buried his face in his neck, "I'm here."