On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

Wen Yan didn't know what to say, probably because of nervousness, his throat was a little blocked. The well-articulated hand landed on the back of Jin Heng's neck, and he unconsciously tightened his fingertips to draw strength.

While kissing him, Jin Heng opened the box of something. Wen Yan couldn't see clearly, but he could guess something just by listening to the rustling voice, his ears felt faintly hot, and all the nasty jokes that his friends once said came to his mind——

Of course, he himself might have smoked a cigarette and said a few words with a half-smile.

Wen Yan wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere, "You...will you?"

Jin Heng seemed to be smiling, and there was a slight vibration in his chest, "What will happen? Blow up a balloon?"

Wen Yan wiped his face, and was about to say something, when he felt a cool hand on his lower back, and his body froze instantly.

Jin Heng kissed his eyes, "Relax..."

Wen Yan really wanted to relax, but this kind of thing was really out of control, no matter how hard he tried, his back was still stiff. Years of fighting has already formed a conditioned reflex in his body, and he will always unconsciously enter a state of alert.

When the two of them had a relationship in their previous life, the scene was as tragic as a murder scene. After all, they were both beginners and inexperienced. Doing it all over again, Jin Heng will naturally not repeat the same mistakes.

Jin Heng told Wen Yan, "Relax, it won't hurt very much."

Wen Yan thought to himself that I'm not a fool who doesn't know anything, it's fine to deceive a young girl who has no experience in the world with this kind of words, but he won't be able to deceive him, "Come down here and try, and tell me this sentence again."

Easier said than done.

Jin Heng bit his shoulder lightly, his thin lips curled up slightly, and his voice was muffled, "I told you to go up there, just because I'm afraid you can't do it."

Wen Yan's character is the most unbearable, but luckily he didn't hear clearly, he was in a trance after being kissed by Jin Heng, and he couldn't even calculate how much one plus one equals. The whole person was sunken deep in the bed, and his exposed skin couldn't help trembling when it touched the air.

Jin Heng felt that his skills should not be that bad, and said in a low voice, "It really doesn't hurt, huh?"

Wen Yan might have thought about it. Seeing Jin Heng not moving, he took the initiative to grab his collar and pull him over. He didn't know whether he was comforting Jin Heng or himself, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of pain."

He is really not afraid of pain, and he felt that it was no big deal after he endured the shame.

Jin Heng used his fingertips to brush away the broken hair on his forehead, and after a while, he hummed "I know."

They have slept in this bed for dozens of days and nights, but they have never been so nakedly intimate. Wen Yan buried his face in the pillow, took a low breath, and let Jin Heng move behind him, but he didn't wait for the expected pain for a long time.

It was like a handful of snow falling on a bonfire, and the scorching temperature gradually melted the snow into water while the sparks were beating. Alternating hot and cold, sometimes in the sky, sometimes on the ground, and finally even the remaining ice foam gradually disappeared.

Wen Yan's voice became even hoarse. He clenched the quilt tightly and moved his lips helplessly, but he didn't spit out anything. He could only vaguely discern the word "Jin Heng" from the shape of his mouth, which seemed to belong to him. source of strength.

"Shh-"

Jin Heng hugged him into his arms from behind, his dark eyes carried a sense of morbidity that was hard to detect, like a cocoon, wrapping those possessiveness and satisfaction tightly, not revealing during the day a cent.

Jin Heng had never obtained anything in his past and present lives, and when he died, he still felt empty-handed, only Wen Yan once belonged to him completely.

That incomplete heart, with the cooperation of the two, seemed to be finally filled little by little.

...

Wen Yan felt that he had a bizarre dream yesterday. A strange sense of joy hit him like a wave, stimulating his scalp to tingle, his brain went blank, and he lost his memory afterwards. He fell asleep drowsily, and finally woke up forcefully by relying on the biological clock developed for many years in school.

Wen Yan still had a splitting headache, his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them, he habitually touched the bedside, but it turned out to be empty, only warmth remained.

"..."

Wen Yan was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up from the bed in a jiggle, but fell back instantly because of the pain in his body. Obviously, Jin Heng's technique is not so good that people can't feel any pain.

Wen Yan's body was cleaned, and even his clothes were changed. His complexion was a little pale, and it took him a few minutes to get out of bed stiffly. Jin Heng just came back from downstairs after buying breakfast, he was taken aback when he saw this, raised his eyebrows lightly, "Are you awake?"

He thought that Wen Yan would lie in bed until noon at least.

Seeing that he was carrying breakfast in his hand, Wen Yan responded slowly, remembering what happened yesterday, he felt somewhat awkward, and said with erratic eyes, "Why did you go?"

Jin Heng lifted the porridge in his hand, and asked doubtfully, "Can't you see it?"

Wen Yan "...you can see it."

In the past, buying breakfast was done by Wen Yan, but today it was a sudden change of person, and I'm not used to it. After washing up, he pulled out the chair and sat down at the dining table. For some unknown reason, his figure suddenly froze, and it took a long time before he slowly relaxed.

Jin Heng rested his chin and looked at it for a moment, then pushed the porridge on his side toward him, "Eat it."

The food is bland, and Wen Yan doesn't dislike it, but because he is afraid of being late for school, he eats in a hurry. Jin Heng peeled a tea egg beside him, and put it in his bowl, "Eat slowly, I really can't take sick leave."

Good students are persuading bad boys to ask for leave, but bad boys are unwilling to take leave.

Wen Yan swallowed what was in his mouth, thought for a moment, then shook his head casually, "No, I want to study."

Jin Heng

I laughed angrily, "What are you studying?"

Wen Yan buried his head in the porridge, "Anyway, no invitation."

He has fought and skipped classes for so many years, and he has never asked for leave. If those cronies ask him, Wen Yan will definitely have no face to tell the reason, but he is not very good at making up nonsense.

Jin Heng had no choice but to follow him. After breakfast, the two of them headed to school. Fortunately, it was still early and there was no need to hurry.

When approaching the gate of No. 6 Middle School, Wen Yan stopped as usual, ready to watch Jin Heng go in, but unexpectedly, a warm palm covered his back and pushed him slightly in another direction.

"Let's go," Jin Heng said, "I'll take you to school."

"..."

Wen Yan's eyelids twitched, and he looked at Jin Heng strangely, wondering if he rolled the sheets yesterday and asked him to fuck on the bed once, the treatment he received has skyrocketed too quickly...

Jin Heng didn't know the twists and turns in Wen Yan's heart, so he pulled him towards Chongming, and then slowly let go when he saw the crowds on the street, and stopped until he reached the gate of Chongming Vocational High School .

There are still a few hollow concrete pillars piled up in the open space outside, probably young and frivolous, those bad boys like to sit on them and look down on people. Seeing that Yan came to school, one of them jumped down from the top, "Damn, it's strange, brother Yan is not late, what time is it, come to school."

Wen Yan wasn't as good-tempered as Jin Heng towards them, and squinted his eyes, "I'm happy, can you control me?"

The man yawned, "We spent the night at the Internet cafe in front of the school yesterday, played games all night, and didn't go home at all."

After speaking, he turned his gaze and found Jin Heng standing behind him, "Yo, your little brother?"

Most people in Chongming knew that Wen Yan had taken in a younger brother, and they heard that he was the number one student in the sixth middle school, but they didn't know if it was true or not. But looking at it today, it looks like a good student, calm and calm, white and clean, commonly known as "other people's children" by the elders.

But there are still some people who don't believe it, why should good students play with such bastards.

Someone asked inexplicably, "Brother Yan, I heard that your younger brother's academic performance is very good, is it true?"

Wen Yan frowned, "Nonsense, his grades are not good, do you have good grades, a team with zero exams every day."

He had a bad look on his face, as if at this time, if anyone jumped out to refute, he could fight with others on the spot.

Jin Heng is already an adult psychologically, so it is naturally impossible to argue about what is there and what is not like a brat, let alone saying that he only got a zero egg in the last placement test, so he patted Wen Yan on the shoulder "It's getting late, go to the classroom and sit down, call me if you need something."

Wen Yan thought that something could be wrong, he hesitated and hummed.

Jin Heng whispered, "I'll pick you up after school."

Wen Yan nodded subconsciously, "Hmm... huh?!"

What happened to Jin Heng today, as if he was sick? ! Doesn't he still have to study by himself at night? !

Wen Yan was about to ask, but Jin Heng had already walked away. From a distance, he made a gesture to him, signaling him to hurry into the school.

"..."

Well, it's weird, but it doesn't feel bad?

Wen Yan blinked, took a few steps back, saw Jin Heng's figure disappearing in front of his eyes, then slowly turned around and walked into the school, but when he arrived in the classroom, before his butt was hot, he was shocked to hear the "bad news".

"Big news, big news, Baldy Liu said that parents' meeting will be held this Friday! Brothers, get ready!"

The most well-informed boy in the class likes to be startled and surprised, and can stab the big shit to the sky. But for students, especially those with poor grades, holding a parent-teacher meeting is indeed a big event. Suddenly the pot exploded.

"Damn! Why is there another parent-teacher meeting? Last time my dad came back and whipped me with a belt!"

"It goes without saying that the grades are too bad. I heard that our class has lowered the average score. Liu Baldzi was called by the principal to talk."

"Dead."

Wen Yan sat lazily in the corner of the back row, and when he heard the news, he raised his eyelids expressionlessly. I feel a little irritable in my heart, and the air pressure in my body is extremely low, and no one else dares to approach it.

The squad leader distributed the notification letter of the parent-teacher meeting to everyone, and conveyed the notification from the class teacher that no leave is allowed except for special circumstances. Wen Yan threw it back directly, with a perfunctory tone, "Parents can't come because they have something to do, so I'll ask for leave."

He didn't even know who his own father was, and his mother didn't know who he was fooling around with that wild man and who he asked for a meeting.

The class leader was very afraid of Wen Yan's gang, adjusted his glasses, and said boldly, "The class teacher said, your parents haven't come for several times, this time you will be there no matter what, if you really can't do it, you can let your grandpa come... ..."

"puff--"

Before the squad leader finished speaking, Xu Meng couldn't hold back his laughter. What kind of grandpa? That's the old man who collects waste downstairs from Wen Yan's house. He hired fifty yuan as an actor.

Wen Yan's face darkened, "Is it funny?"

Xu Mengren's face turned red, "No...it's not funny, you invite your grandpa over here."

Wen Yan was even more annoyed, "He was hit by a car picking up waste last month, and he is still lying in the hospital and unable to get out."

Listening to the two of them talking like no one else, the squad leader remembered something, counted it against the list in his hand, and read one by one, "Wen Yan, Xu Meng, He Yang... The teacher said that your parents must be present."

The names he read just now are all thorns in the class, skipping class and fighting are commonplace, and the punishment does not know how many times he has recited.

Long private conversation.

Wen Yan sneered, and glanced at Xu Meng, "Laugh, keep laughing."

Xu Meng's parents belong to the type who don't care about everything, but they have a good face. If the teacher asks them to go over and say something, they will definitely give Xu Meng a mixed doubles meal when they go home.

Xu Meng didn't worry, thought for a moment, and turned on the phone, "It just so happened that my aunt came back from another place recently, and I asked her to come over for a meeting."

Wen Yan was dumbfounded, "Damn, what should I do?"

Xu Meng said casually, "Spend some money on the street and find a random actor. It's really impossible to let Jin Heng pretend to be your grandfather and take care of your grandson."

The latter sentence is purely a joke.

Wen Yan frowned, and was about to say something, but after thinking about it, he realized that it was not impossible, he thought for a moment and said, "He pretended to be my grandfather because he was a little younger, and his distant cousin is about the same."

Jin Heng's demeanor is much calmer than that of his peers, and he is tall enough, more than enough for young people who pretend to have just stepped into society in mature clothes.

Xu Meng just said that casually, and hissed when he heard the words, "Are you out of your mind, are you really going to let him pretend to be your parent?"

Wen Yan gave him a middle finger with a blank face, "Nonsense, do you think this is Hengdian Studios? The streets are full of actors and actresses. This time I got away with it. What should I do next time? Every time the relatives who come here don't like me." Same."

The most important thing is that few people can keep calm under Liu Baldzi's nagging.

Because the summer vacation is approaching and class division is imminent, the sixth class has become a bit of a loose sand trend, and most of the time for evening self-study is doing practice papers. Jin Heng finished the paper ahead of time and made up an excuse that he was not feeling well, so the teacher asked him to leave early.

So when Wen Yan had just finished school and was about to go to the gate of No. 6 Middle School to wait for Jin Heng's evening self-study, when he saw the figure standing at the gate of the school, he suspected that his eyes were blurred, and said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Jin Heng pulled the shoulder strap of the schoolbag that was about to fall off, and said calmly, "Pick you up after school."

Xu Meng glanced behind him, "Where's Yan Na?"

Jin Heng thought for a while, "Study in the classroom at night."

Wen Yan realized something was wrong, "You won't come over late for self-study, will you?"

Jin Heng corrected his wording, "There is no curl, the teacher has given permission for leave."

After speaking, he raised his hand to hook Wen Yan's schoolbag shoulder strap, and pulled him from Xu Meng's side to his. This small movement inadvertently revealed the desire for monopoly in his heart.

Jin Heng lowered his eyes and asked him, "Is there any discomfort?"

Wen Yan was stunned for a second before he realized what he was referring to. In front of Xu Meng, he didn't even dare to blush, so he could only use the semi-darkness to cover up, turned his back and coughed lowly, and muttered pretendingly "Master, what can be uncomfortable..."

After he finished speaking, the bases of his ears were still uncontrollably red and hot. Wen Yan hated this feeling of being out of control, frowned fiercely, lowered his head and pretended to smoke, but he couldn't even hold the lighter firmly, and a cluster of faint blue flames trembled, revealing his inner unrest.

It was rare for Jin Heng to see him like this, so he looked at him for a while and said, "You seem a little guilty?"

Before Wen Yan could answer, he heard Xu Meng say sarcastic words from the side, "I'm going to be invited as a parent, can you feel guilty, if you have time, take the time to pretend to be his grandfather and hold a parent meeting."

"Get out!" Wen Yan frowned and frowned, then turned his head and explained to Jin Heng, "Don't pay attention to him, just pretend to be my distant cousin."

Well……

Jin Heng probably understands what's going on, the tricks kids play, plagiarism, cheating, fights and skipping classes, just missing a parent, it's nothing more than a normal thing.

Jin Heng didn't agree immediately, but said, "Go home first."

Xu Meng was going to No. 6 Middle School to wait for Yan Na after school, and said goodbye to them halfway.

Although Wen Yan didn't think inviting parents was a big deal, at best it was troublesome, but when he was led home by Jin Heng, he felt an inexplicable sense of guilt. Holding back all the way, after entering the door, I finally couldn't help pursing my lips and said, "It's really impossible... I can pay for one."

Anyway, he has no father or mother, almost like an orphan.

Jin Heng was thirsty, so he looked at him after drinking a glass of water, "What?"

Wen Yan, "Parents, please."

"Oh," Jin Heng said, "I didn't say no."

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, "Then why didn't you speak all the way?"

He thought Jin Heng didn't want to go.

Jin Heng took off his school uniform jacket, put it on the back of the chair casually, then walked up to Wen Yan, and naturally pulled him into his arms. Quietly staring directly at the unattended delinquent boy in front of him, she pointed out, "Because I was thinking about one thing."

He lightly massaged Wen Yan's lips with his fingertips, and this action inevitably tinged with lust.

Wen Yan's voice became hoarse for no reason, "What's the matter?"

Jin Heng's voice was deep and low, "You never called me brother, so you just pretended to be your cousin, isn't it a little bit of a loss?"

Wen Yan was slow to realize what Jin Heng was planning, "You are younger than me."

Jin Heng didn't think it was important, and hugged him step by step until his back was against the cold wall, kissed Wen Yan to the point of confusion, and then coaxed him with so many bad intentions, "Brother?"

Wen Yan's eyes were lost, his breathing was disordered, and he moved his lips silently, but what he said was his name "Jin Heng..."

Ok.

Jin Heng's white fingertips rubbed the side of Wen Yan's face repeatedly, hummed in a low voice, and said after a while, "You are my child..." Please keep in mind:,