On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

That was a dream Jin Heng had after they were together for many years.

The sunlight was projected onto the floor along the gaps in the curtains, and there were a few slanted beams of light in the air, and the dust was faintly visible. In such a warm scene, the temperature of the cold-colored room was forced back a bit.

A thin man was lying on the bed. His eyelids fluttered slightly, as if he had been awakened by the sunlight, he turned over unconsciously, and groped under the quilt with his fingertips, trying to find another body that was equally warm.

However, he found an empty space.

Jin Heng sensed that something was wrong, and sat up slowly, thinking that Wen Yan went downstairs for a run to exercise, but the moment he opened his eyes, he was surprised by the extremely cold and lonely decoration style in the room.

Three seconds later.

"Wow--"

Jin Heng had never lost his composure like this in his life, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He didn't even bother to put on his shoes, he opened the door and ran out of the corridor, and quickly went 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 usually calm expression finally showed some cracks, terrified and shocked, distorted and gloomy. Aunt Miao, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard the noise and came out, only to see Jin Heng standing at the stairs with a pale face in pajamas, not even wearing shoes.

Jin Heng usually has a withdrawn personality, and Aunt Miao seldom talks too much, but she couldn't help asking, "Mr. Jin, what's wrong with you?"

Jin Heng followed the sound and recognized her as the nanny who was cooking at home, his complexion suddenly turned ugly, it was a bit scary. Without saying a word, he gritted his teeth, stepped back step by step, turned around and ran upstairs.

The mobile phone is quietly placed in the corner of the bedside table. Jin Heng returned to the room, unlocked the screen a little hastily, and then saw the time and date on it as expected, and stopped there.

This was his last life, when he was 25 years old...

Jin Heng's figure suddenly slipped uncontrollably, and fell to the ground with a plop. In early spring, for no reason, it was so cold that my lungs felt chilly.

He clenched his phone tightly, his mind was in a mess, and he could only remember two words at this moment.

Wen Yan...

Wen Yan...

to find him...

Liu Si is Jin Heng's personal secretary, and she is in charge of most of the boss's itinerary, but today Jin Heng uncharacteristically postponed the meeting and asked her to take half a month of free time, Book a plane ticket to f city.

Liu Si wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to. To the outside world, Jin Heng is a young and handsome talent that everyone flocks to, but only those who have been with him for a long time know that this immediate boss has a gloomy and withdrawn temper, and is quite difficult to serve.

She could only do as she did, and immediately arranged the air ticket and the hotel where she stayed. However, at this moment, Jin Heng asked her to check the news of a woman, not a beautiful star or a celebrity in the business world, but is a murderer—

Forgive Liu Si for habitually using this term to refer to people who have been in prison, although the other person 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. For him, the past was so pale that it was almost terrible. He was sitting in the car going to the airport, his eyes half closed, without saying a word, he pressed the cold and hard mobile phone to his chin, and suddenly asked: "How many years has he been sentenced..."

Sitting in the co-pilot, Liu Si couldn't see Jin Heng's expression clearly, but felt that the tone of his question was strange, and she flipped through the documents in her hand and said: "The victim was seriously injured, and he didn't hire a lawyer to defend him. So he was sentenced to seven years and three months, and he will be released in a few days."

In Liusi's opinion, it's actually not a big deal. If she is willing to spend money to hire a lawyer to fight the lawsuit, plus out-of-court compensation, it is not impossible to reduce the sentence to three years.

She couldn't help it, and looked at the documents again, and found that Wen Yan was only eighteen or nineteen years old when he was in prison, and he was about to graduate from high school, so she murmured: "I'm still a high school student, quite young, what a pity."

It was the most vigorous age, but he was imprisoned and sat in prison for so many years.

Jin Heng heard her whisper and raised his eyes slowly. It seems to be asking her, and it seems to be asking myself, without any emotion: "Is it a pity?"

Liu Si was startled, thinking that she had said something wrong, she changed her posture a little uneasy. Looking in the rearview mirror, he tried to get a glimpse of Jin Heng's happiness and anger, but found nothing, so he could only vaguely say: "It's a bit."

At the same time, I couldn't help but guess the relationship between that woman and Jin Heng.

relative? brother? Or an enemy?

Jin Heng was silent and didn't say anything more.

They took the 7:00 p.m. flight and arrived directly in City F. Liu Si was ready to stay at the hotel, and after asking the waiter to bring the luggage into the room, she habitually asked Jin Heng about her next itinerary: "Mr. Jin, is there any place you want to go?"

She thought that Jin Heng was here to travel, after all, this is still a quiet city.

Jin Heng didn't answer: "Find out when he will be released from prison, and send me the time and place."

After a pause, he sent Liu Si an address: "I want to rent a room in this community, and I want to move in as soon as possible."

Liu Si couldn't figure out what Jin Heng wanted to do more and more, and felt uncomfortable like a cat scratching her heart, so she could only hesitate and ask: "Mr. Jin, how long is the term rent?"

them

When talking about business abroad, they usually stay in hotels and stay for as long as they want. At first glance, that community looks like an old-fashioned residential building, not a newly developed real estate, most of which are long-term residents, and it must take a lot of effort to rent it out, the kind that starts in half a year.

Jin Heng turned on the computer, looking up something, the fluorescent light on the screen fell on the tip of his nose, adding a faint layer of light. His voice was cold, and he said without turning his head: "Let it directly, if you can't rent it, you can buy it. You can figure it out yourself, and go to the financial institution for reimbursement."

The implication is that she doesn't have to care about how much money there is.

Liu Si was stunned in her heart, for such evil rich people, buying a house is as easy as buying sugar, how can they make a hard-working laborer like them live. On the face, he nodded 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. After staring at it for a long time, I feel 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 in front of him was a dream or not.

But even if it is a dream, there should be the existence of Wen Yan...

No one knows what kind of changes the nearly seven years of imprisonment will bring 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, scorching the iron gate of the prison, and the paint on the edge has been peeled off. A black car parked quietly not far away, with a thin man in the driver's seat. He held the steering wheel, wondering what he was thinking.

Time passed bit by bit.

About half an hour later, the two closed doors finally creaked and could not be opened. Jin Heng seemed to feel it. He looked up, but saw a prison guard escorting a man out. , the uncontrolled heartbeat missed a beat.

It was a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Familiarity is because the facial features have not changed, and strangeness is because those eyes can no longer see any light, except for the coldness and sharpness, there is only endless darkness as far as the eye can see. When standing under the sun, the place where I stood abruptly rendered a dark corner.

The dark shadow was projected onto the ground, stretched infinitely, distorted to the point of distorting.

The prison guard patted Wen Yan on the shoulder, handed him a backpack containing personal belongings, and said a few words of persuasion to be a good man before leaving.

The roiling heat wave hit, making the air a little distorted and out of shape.

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 the dazzling sunlight. He felt like a piece of ice, but now he was forced to stand under the sun, melting and passing away.

Those were a pair of lifeless eyes, without any vitality, like a painting that lost its color, only black and white.

Just as Wen Yan took two steps, a car parked not far away suddenly opened the door, and a young man in a suit and leather shoes got off from it. With a tall figure and handsome eyes, he was walking towards him step by step.

Just like Jin Heng couldn't recognize Wen Yan, the latter also had difficulty recognizing him.

After all, no one can guess that the weak who were bullied at the beginning will climb to a height that is difficult for everyone to reach after many years of graduation.

Wen Yan paused, looking at Jin Heng with dark eyes. He was carrying the backpack with one hand, and the tattoo lines on the back of his hand faded to blue unconsciously, silently showing the passage of time.

There are only a few steps between them, but there is a gap of seven years between them. It is colder than the railings in the prison, rising into the sky, erecting an invisible barrier.

After seven years, there is no guarantee that nothing has changed.

But Jin Heng doesn't care, whether it's a dream or reality, as long as Wenyan is still there.

As long as Wenyan is still there...

Jin Heng walked up to Wen Yan, stopped slowly, and pulled him into his arms without warning, even with a bit of force. He closed his eyes and felt the warm body of the other party, the beating heart, and the blood that had been stagnant for a long time finally began to flow slowly, feeling the long-lost feeling of being alive.

Wen Yan frowned, obviously stunned for a moment.

Jin Heng buried his face in his neck, sighed softly, and said in a hoarse voice: "I found you..."

Liu Si was sitting in another car, ready to call at any time. When she saw her boss, who was not close to others, suddenly hugged a prisoner who was released from prison, almost spit out a mouthful of soda in his mouth, and frantically looked for a tissue.

What are you doing? Could it be that they are really relatives?

But if the relationship is really that good, why don't you visit him once in seven years, instead pretending to be affectionate here, and others think he is cold-blooded if they don't know.

Even Liu Si still had doubts, so Wen Yan naturally had them too.

He had been in prison for too long, and he could no longer adapt to this kind of intimate contact, and his muscles became tense uncontrollably. Frowning slightly, he pushed Jin Heng away.

The latter was stunned by his actions, and looked subconsciously, but saw that Yan Wenyan's eyes were full of alienation and guard.

"..."

After a second or two, Jin Heng made a move. He smiled, took Wen Yan's hand as the next best thing, and said in a low voice: "Let's go, I'll take you home to rest."

Wen Yan couldn't hear the emotion and asked back: "Go home?"

When he was in prison, Wen Siwan had already severed ties with him. This word meant nothing to him.

It would be too ironic.

It was only when Jin Heng stepped back step by step that he suddenly realized what kind of situation Wen Yan had been in these years, lonely and desperate. He tightened his fingertips slightly, and hummed: "Go back to our home."

He somewhat forcefully pulled Wen Yan into the car, and then drove away. Seeing this, Liu Si hurriedly followed.

At the same time, a motorcycle passed by them and stopped at the gate of the prison neatly. The rider was a young man with short hair. He took off his helmet and looked around, but he didn't find Wen Yan's figure: "Damn, man, didn't you say it's time to come out? Shouldn't you be leaving?"

In the back seat of the car was a girl wearing a skirt. She straightened her somewhat messy hair, looked around, and found that there was indeed no sign of Wen Yan. Holding an unopened ice cream in his hand, it has already melted and sticky: "Oh, why are you so stupid, you can find out if you ask."

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 stared, and grabbed his hair: "What's wrong with me eating ice cream, didn't you eat it? You spit it out!"

Xu Meng was strangled by the throat of fate: "Uh...crazy woman!"

Wen Yan didn't know at all that because of his departure, a young couple almost "fighted". He was sitting in the passenger seat, blowing the air-conditioning, his eyes fell on the world outside the car window, and it seemed like a world away for a moment.

Wen Yan has been derailed from the world for too long. He can't guess anything, can't see anything, he can only vaguely guess that Jin Heng's current life should be very good. With stern brows and eyes half closed, he suddenly asked, "Have you gone to college yet?"

Jin Heng turned his head, looked at his expressionless face, and said softly, "A big."

Wen Yan closed his eyes and said nothing.

Jin Heng drove to the entrance of the community and stopped in the garage. Send a message to Liu Si, telling her not to follow. Then he opened the door and got out of the car, went around to the other side and took Wen Yan out.

It seemed that only constant touch could soothe his restless heart.

Wen Yan was quite uncomfortable, struggling to get rid of it, and reminded him with a frown: "It's daytime."

Jin Heng's physical strength suddenly became surprisingly strong at this moment. While pulling Wen Yan to the elevator, he asked earnestly, "Can I take Wen Yan tonight?"

Wen Yan concluded.

This place used to be Wen Yan's home, but after Wen Siwan went abroad, she sold it to someone else. Jin Heng tried to find a way to buy it back, and roughly renovated it in the shortest time.

Wen Yan obviously recognized this place, and stood at the door without going in: "Isn't this house sold?"

Standing behind him, Jin Heng wanted to hug him habitually, but he just put his hands on his shoulders, clenched them slightly, and said in a low voice: "I bought it back again, from now on this is our place. home."

Wen Yan didn't know why, looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar place, he didn't make a sound.

Jin Heng led him in, and then closed the door behind his back. He went into the bedroom and took out a set of clean clothes: "Take a shower first, and come out to eat later."

He arranged everything in such a way that it was so meticulous that no one could find a fault.

Wen Yan didn't object, took the clothes and walked into the bathroom. His jacket 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, so he looked away slowly.

Jin Heng made a phone call, and soon someone brought up 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.

Do you feel bad? It must be uncomfortable.

But for Jin Heng, as long as Wen Yan is still there, it is not a big problem.

The other party will return to him sooner or later.

Jin Heng laid out the tableware calmly, sorted them neatly one by one, and put them in their proper positions, with an indescribable elegance. When Wen Yan came out of the bathroom, he saw him sitting by the window waiting for him, the light sunlight brightened the living room, and even the smile on Jin Heng's lips warmed up.

Jin Heng got up: "Have you finished washing?"

Wen Yan didn't know how to respond, so he could only nod.

Jin Heng glanced at his wet hair: "You need to dry your hair."

Wen Yan's hair is very short, there is no need to blow it. However, before he could speak in the future, he saw Jin Heng took a towel casually, pressed him on the chair and gently wiped his hair, with a skilled posture, as if he had done it for many years.

Wen Yan turned his head slightly, "I'll do it myself."

Jin Heng: "I'll help you."

He seemed to like this kind of intimate contact very much. After drying his hair, he even kissed Wen Yan on the side of his face like a superficial touch: "Let's eat."

Wen Yan was startled, and the conditioned reflex was to punch him in the face, so Hao Xuan held back. His voice was deep, and he listened carefully with some warning: "Jin Heng——"

Jin Heng was not afraid at all, he touched Wen Yan's dry hair and reminded him: "I am your boyfriend."

I am your boyfriend...

When Wen Yan heard these words, his heart was not very calm, and when he met Jin Heng's deep eyes, he was even more confused. He turned his head as if fleeing, and quickly looked away: "It's not necessary."

It's really not necessary.

Jin

Whether it's because of guilt or compensation, they have already had different lives in the past seven years, and there is no need to forcibly entangle them.

Jin Heng smiled: "What you say doesn't count."

He stuffed the chopsticks into Wen Yan's hand: "Eat, it's getting cold."

The dishes on the table are all Wenyan's favorites, Jin Heng would occasionally put a chopstick in his bowl, and then ask him if it was good. I don't know what the two of them are thinking, but on the surface they seem to be having a good time.

Wen Yan's mind was in a mess, he thought he would be fine after a while, but in fact he couldn't calm down until night. It was as if there was a ball of fire burning in the internal organs, and there was nothing but pain.

The night was dark and the surroundings were silent.

He covered his heart, closed his eyes and took a breath.

Seven years in prison, seven years of indifference, engraved the three words of meaning and difficulty in the flesh and blood. It never surfaced before, but today it suddenly surged like crazy in this night.

Jin Heng couldn't sleep, so he passed Wen Yan's room unintentionally, and heard him tossing and turning. Pushing open the door calmly, he asked aloud in the hazy darkness, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Wen Yan paused and didn't speak. After a while, he felt his side sink suddenly, and a cold hand fell on his forehead.

"I don't have a fever," Jin Heng said, "Actually, I can't sleep well either."

He was very familiar with himself, he lay on the bed directly, put his arm through Wen Yan's waist, and slowly pulled him into his embrace, with a low voice, calmly stating some facts: "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 a little sarcastically, "Miss me? What do you miss me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his lips were suddenly covered with warmth, and the sound was suddenly silenced as if someone had strangled his throat. With a false effort, the other party took advantage of the situation to pry open his teeth, and the tip of his tongue flexed in.

Jin Heng is like an addict who suddenly gets into something that makes him addicted. Regardless of Wen Yan's slight struggle, he grabbed the back of the other's head and kissed deeply. The tip of the tongue sweeps over the warm inner wall of the mouth, the hard teeth, and finally an equally soft tip of the tongue.

He pushes, he goes in.

Jin Heng recited his name one by one in the dark night, with a certain longing and urgency: "Wen Yan...Wen Yan..."

His voice was hoarse, as if he wanted to swallow the person under him. Wen Yan was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't attack. He retreated again and again, and finally didn't even know when the bottom line was stripped off.

He was annoyed: "Jin Heng!"

Then he groaned 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 with his lingering breath, he read the name of the other party, like a lover whispering: "Wen Yan..."

With a sound, Wen Yan's defense was stripped away.

Wen Yan didn't know why, but he clenched the pillow tightly, and a simple movement suddenly showed a bit of hatred. He lowered his head like a dying animal, letting Jin Heng manipulate him in embarrassment, helpless and pale, and finally uttered a word in an inaudible voice: "It hurts."

Muscles are shaking. Life in prison for seven years made it difficult for him to adapt to the approach of others.

Jin Heng paused, turned him over in the dark, and continued to kiss him lowly. The two haven't been in contact for too long, and this situation is normal.

"Don't be afraid..."

Jin Heng caressed the back of his neck, not knowing what to do with him. Kissed off the corners of Wen Yan's eyes, whether it was the salty liquid of sweat or tears, and hugged him tightly, as if about to crush the embedded blood.

Wen Yan's mind gradually became lax, and the only thing he could really feel was Jin Heng's kiss. He heard the other party whispering something in his ear, vaguely like the wind, and finally broke through the line of defense unknowingly.

Jin Heng's restless heart finally settled down, he held Wen Yan's face, nose to nose, forehead to forehead, no one in the world could be closer than them: "Does it still hurt..."

"..."

Wen Yan's waist trembled, he could not speak, and his hair was soaked in sweat.

The windows were not closed tightly, and the night wind from outside blew in gusts, lifting a corner of the curtain. The faint chirping of insects can still be heard faintly. The old stop signs on the side of the road are a little faded, and the gloomy sycamore trees cast a shadow.

Jin Heng hugged Wen Yan, buried his face in his neck, and rubbed the scars on the other's body with his fingertips over and over again, gently and slowly. Wen Yan seemed to have no strength left to struggle, he closed his eyes and was thinking about something.

Jin Heng suddenly asked him: "While you're inside, do you want me to go and see you?"

Must have thought about it.

But I didn’t come in the first year, I didn’t come in the second year, and I still didn’t come in the third year, so I didn’t want to.

Wen Yan frowned unconsciously, and turned his head: "No."

Knowing that he was lying, Jin Heng still refused to let go of his embrace, clasped his arms and said: "You hit me up, relieve your anger..."

Wen Yan struggled.

Jin Heng refused to let go: "One year is not enough, just two, three years, let you fight for the rest of your life."

He leaned against 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 even tighter, whispering vaguely like the wind: "I love you..."

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