On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags.

After school in the evening, Wen Yan sent Jin Heng downstairs to his house as usual, but before he had time to leave, Jin Heng suddenly grabbed his wrist and said seriously: "Let's go, go sit down."

Wen Yan took a look at him holding his hand, thinking that he just went to sit inside, what could happen, so he took the shoulder strap of the schoolbag that was about to fall, and then put the school uniform jacket on his shoulders: "You go ahead."

The narrow stairs are just right for one person, but they are too crowded for two people.

Jin Heng didn't let go of him, and pulled him into the corridor. The dim sensor lights lit up with the sound of footsteps, clearly illuminating the small advertisements on the walls on both sides. Their shoulders were shoulder to shoulder, and it was really crowded. .

The residents in this area went to bed early, almost all went to bed around nine o'clock in the evening, Jin Heng bypassed the sundries piled up in the corridor, took out the key to open the door, the furnishings in the room were as few as ordinary hotels, and there were hardly any personal items, But not as brand new and beautiful as the hotel.

Wen Yan stood at the door, leaned against the door frame and looked inside: "Are you sure you plan to invite me to drink tea?"

He didn't even see a teapot. He just felt that the room was cold, clear and empty. When no one was talking, it was so quiet that a needlepoint could be heard falling on it. A timid person wouldn't dare to live there.

Jin Heng put his schoolbag on the chair, then went to the sink to wash the cup, took a glass of warm water, and glanced at him when he heard the words: "Do you believe the polite words?"

There was a cold wind blowing outside, Wen Yan simply walked into the house, and then closed the door behind his back, because he didn't see the sofa for guests, so he could only sit at the end of the bed, puzzled by Jin Heng's living environment: "Where's your mother?"

Jin Heng's tone was calm: "Passed away."

Wen Yan paused: "Where's Dad?"

Jin Heng handed him the cup: "Dead."

He always looks so serious that people can't tell whether he is telling the truth, lying or angry.

Wen Yan stared at Jin Heng, turned his head away after a while, touched the pocket of his trousers, instinctively wanted to smoke, but remembered that this was Jin Heng's house, so he gave up again, and said casually: "I don't even know who my father is?" I don't know, it's about the same as you."

Wen Yan's mother has a bad reputation, and in the eyes of the neighbors, she is an immoral courtesan. I don't know which man she fooled around with to give birth to Wen Yan. Except for regular living expenses, she can't speak a word all year round, and she is no different from a stranger. .

Jin Heng thought that I am not like you, I know who my father is, and leaned over to look at him: "Where is it similar?"

Wen Yan put the water glass aside casually: "They're all little bastards that no one cares about."

Jin Heng let out an oh, half-smile: "No wonder you dare to stay out at night."

Wen Yan raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyelids: "Who said I'm going to stay away at night?"

Jin Heng got a little closer to him, put his hands on his side, and sprayed warm breath on his neck, slightly warmer than the cool air outside: "It's so late, you plan to go home?"

Jin Heng's approach was too fast, he had already kissed before he pursued, and planned to be in the same room before he was really in love. Although Wen Yan was informal, he didn't care about trivial details, so he sneered: "No What are you doing at home, little brat."

The last three words were aimed at Jin Heng. Wen Yan felt that Jin Heng was mature, but he was still a little impatient, but he didn't know that it was just the desire to control and possess in the other party's bones.

Jin Heng said: "That depends on what you want to do..."

After he finished speaking, he slightly leaned over and kissed Wen Yan, then pried open the other's jaw without haste, and teased him skillfully. Don't know how to respond.

Kissing is undoubtedly a strange and exciting experience for him.

Jin Heng clasped the back of Wen Yan's head, bit his lips lightly, and said in a provocative voice, "Is it comfortable..."

Wen Yan stared, thinking how should he answer such a question?

Jin Heng's palm moved down slowly, and put his arms around Wen Yan's waist. The touch was as good as imagined, thin and flexible. He guided the other party how to kiss and respond, from bumpy to unfamiliar, and from unfamiliar to proficient .

Wen Yan's kiss was just like his personality, after he got used to it proficiently, he became domineering, extremely aggressive, painful and stinging, Jin Heng tasted a trace of blood between his lips and teeth, then pinched Wen Yan's chin, He bit his lower lip calmly, then laughed again: "You're a quick learner."

The two had already collapsed on the bed before they knew it, Wen Yan wiped away the bloodstains on his lips, and didn't take it seriously, the tattoo on the back of his hand was a pure black line, woven into a weird arc around the skull's mouth.

Jin Heng clasped his hand and kissed it, the curve of his lips faintly matched the smile of the skull, and it was fleeting, he got up from the bed, and pulled Wen Yan up along the way.

Wen Yan raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

Jin Heng thought about what he could do: "Do your homework."

There is no way, the studies are heavy recently, and there are still three papers in Jin Heng's schoolbag, he pulls out the chair and sits down in front of the desk, and then starts to do his homework as usual, although the speed of his writing is more like filling in directly Answer.

Wen Yan: "..."

Wen Yan casually dragged a chair and sat beside him. After watching quietly for a while, he finally realized something was wrong. It was unbelievable: "You called me here just to watch you do your homework?"

Jin Heng turned the nib of the pen and looked up at him: "No, stay with me."

Just as Wen Yan thought, it's too cold and too empty here, it's hard to stay alone, Jin Heng's mind is changeable, sometimes even he can't figure it out, maybe the only person he is familiar with in the past life is Wen Yan, I always do weird things unconsciously.

Wen Yan felt that he was being treated as a tool, raised his eyebrows, and slumped back in his chair lazily: "Why should I stay with you?"

Jin Heng's tone was serious: "Because I'm a boyfriend, so I have to meet all reasonable and unreasonable demands."

Wen Yan's eyelids twitched: "Unreasonable request?"

Jin Heng: "Don't worry, I don't have such a request yet."

Wen Yan sneered disdainfully, but felt like a dog in his heart, and wiped his face expressionlessly, finally knowing why Xu Meng was tossed by Yan Na every time to want to jump off the building.

After Jin Heng finished writing a test paper, he casually glanced to the side, only to find that Wen Yan was sitting beside him staring blankly, lowered his head and wiped the nib of the pen with some leaking ink with a paper towel, and finally realized his conscience: "Are you bored?"

Wen Yan wanted to doze off when he saw the questions on the test paper, so he yawned and said, "A little bit."

Jin Heng made a suggestion: "How about writing with me?"

Wen Yan woke up instantly, and said with a sneer, "Are you kidding me?"

He never did homework, even if he did, it was written by someone else. He didn't want to make Jin Heng a bad student, but Jin Heng didn't want to make him a good student either.

After Wen Yan finished speaking, he directly pulled away the chair and wanted to get up away from the desk, but was dragged back by Jin Heng, who just fell down on his lap and locked his waist firmly so that he could not move.

Wen Yan cursed a curse word in a low voice, a little bit annoyed: "Jin Heng, I'm not a woman!"

It's fine for Jin Heng to be close and cuddly to him before, but now it's even better, just sit on his lap!

Jin Heng rested his chin on his shoulder, rubbed it lightly twice, and said indifferently: "I know you are a man, so what?"

After he finished speaking, he tilted his head slightly, and directly grabbed Wen Yan's side face and kissed it. With a bit of domineering, he skillfully plundered the air between the other's lips and teeth. .

Jin Heng touched his abdominal muscles through the clothes, finally let go of his hand, and said softly: "If you are sleepy, go to bed for a while, I still have a paper to finish."

Wen Yan took a quick breath and managed to calm down. When he heard Jin Heng say that he was going to do a paper, he thought that people who fell in love with Xueba would be too hard to think about. Buried in the pillow did not move.

The sheets exude a light laundry detergent smell, which is elegant and pleasant, the same as the smell of Jin Heng's school uniform jacket.Wen Yan raised his hand and scratched his short dark red hair. He couldn't understand why things had developed like this, and his mouth still had a bit of tingling, reminding him of what happened just now.

Can't figure it out, Wen Yan simply sat up, restraining his addiction to smoking, holding a cigarette between his fingertips and pressing it back and forth, seemingly casually, but asked aloud as if caring: "Jin Heng ..."

Jin Heng kept his pen tip and didn't turn his head. He stared intently at the test paper, but when he heard the voice, he hummed in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Wen Yan stared at his back, pursed his lips: "Why do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Jin Heng's pen tip stopped, and he drew a dot of ink on the white test paper. He wiped the not very easy-to-use fountain pen with a paper towel, and said with lowered eyebrows, "There is no reason."

If you have to give a reason, Wen Yan is the greatest protection Jin Heng can seek so far. The loyalty between brothers is not enough to make Wen Yan do everything to protect him, but love can.

Jin Heng needed these, as well as a strong beating heart under the flesh and blood of the other party.

This kind of answer is the same as if he didn't say anything. Wen Yan couldn't tell what mood he was in. He sat on the edge of the bed, half of his figure sank into the shadows, the broken hair on his forehead blocked the emotions in his eyes, and only the cigarette in his hand was twisted out of shape. Brown shreds of tobacco fell to the ground.

After a long silence, Wen Yan still reminded him: "Within three days, you can go back anytime you want."

Jin Heng turned the paper over, there was a soft clatter, and he turned to look at him with deep eyes: "I never do anything that I regret."

He was with Wen Yan in his last life, and he is still with Wen Yan in this life. He did the same thing twice, no matter what the purpose was, it had nothing to do with the word regret.

Wen Yan didn't bring any clothes, so he took a shower in the bathroom at night and changed into Jin Heng's pajamas. There was only one bed, and the two of them could only sleep together.

Wen Yan always felt it was weird, he was leaning on the bed playing games, when he saw Jin Heng coming out of the bathroom, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Do you sleep well at night?"

Jin Heng put his school uniform jacket on the end of the bed, then tidied up the stationery on the table, and smiled with interest: "Rules? What aspect are you referring to?"

Wen Yan could only tell him very vaguely: "That kind of aspect."

Jin Heng smiled half-smile, then dragged his tone, and said lightly: "Don't worry, even if you want to do it, I won't do it."

Wen Yan sneered: "Why, do you think I'm young?"

Jin Heng corrected him: "No, I'm still young."

Wen Yan has just turned eighteen, and Jin Heng is still two months away.