On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags.

Wen Yan thought to himself that it was Jin Heng playing hooligans every time, why did he make it seem like his thoughts were not pure, and turned over inadvertently, but unexpectedly the bed creaked, his body froze, and he didn't dare to move immediately up.

Jin Heng put the homework into the folder, with a pure and harmless tone: "Sorry, the bed is a bit old."

Wen Yan thought I could see it.

Jin Heng's school uniform coat was originally placed beside the bed, but because of the shaking, it slipped down. Wen Yan picked it up casually, only to find a small ball of paper dropped on the ground. When he picked it up and opened it, he found that it was a form for tuition and miscellaneous fees .

Jin Heng didn't notice that he was standing in front of the desk with his back facing the bed, arranging his schoolbag.

Wen Yan glanced at him, folded the paper back, stuffed it back into the pocket, the jacket was lightly placed in place, and the zipper made a soft click.After a while, Wen Yan picked up his phone to play the game again, and asked casually, "Do you have a job outside?"

Jin Heng changed into his pajamas and walked towards the bed. He was tall and thin: "I plan to find a part-time job during the summer vacation."

Wen Yan shut down the game and frowned: "It's the critical time to go to school, it's not suitable for work, and I have to make up classes during the summer vacation."

It is not clear whether Chongming will make up lessons, but according to the tradition of the past years, the Sixth Middle School must definitely have to make up.

Jin Heng never paid much attention to such things as studying. He lay down on the bed, and unexpectedly made a soft creaking sound. He turned off the light, and the dampness after bathing and the scent of shower gel on his body were particularly obvious in the dark night: " Let's talk about it then."

Wen Yan put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and said, "Talk to me if you have anything to say."

In fact, he is a clumsy and tongue-twisting person, which will inevitably show up at this time, but he can't fake it.

During the physical education class that day, Wen Yan and Jin Heng were sitting together, and many people saw it. No matter what the reason was, they were more or less afraid, and the most obvious one was probably Pang Yifan.

I don't know what Wen Yan did, but overnight, Pang Yifan changed from a high-spirited rooster to a frightened rat crossing the street. One day Jin Heng was sitting in his seat after class, when a shadow suddenly fell in front of him, and when he looked up, he saw Pang Yifan standing tremblingly. at his desk.

Jin Heng held a bottle of water in his hand, and he slowly tightened the lid, his emotions tight: "What's the matter?"

Pang Yifan looked at him with mixed eyes, hating and fearing, but also faintly aggrieved, the hands hanging by his sides were tightly clenched, his face flushed, and he held back for a long time with full momentum, before he managed to hold back three Literally: "I'm sorry..."

Weak mosquitoes, if it wasn't for Jin Heng staring at the shape of his lips, he would have no idea what he was talking about.

Jin Heng put the water back on the table, and sat leaning on the back of the chair with a maturity and aura that did not belong to this age. His eyes inherited from his mother made him look clean and abnormal: "What are you talking about, I can't hear you ?”

Jin Heng didn't seem to care about his apology, and smiled, making people's backs shiver: "Speak louder."

Hearing this, Pang Yifan's chest heaved and fluctuated, which was a sign of his rage, but for some reason, he endured it again, facing the strange gazes around him, and said again: "I'm sorry."

This time it was clearer.

Jin Heng wanted to laugh a little, for no reason, maybe he thought these three words were ironic and powerless, he got up from his seat, his slender figure was extremely oppressive, and he said without emotion: "I see. "

Neither forgive nor forgive.

If a man stabs him, it is better to be forgiven if he stabs himself, than to say such nonsense here.

Pang Yifan's face was pale, and his ugly face became more and more weird. He fixed his eyes on Jin Heng, probably wanting to say something cruel, but he didn't know what to think of, and he didn't do anything, and rushed out of the classroom door.

Others in the class were watching the fun, but they didn't dare to discuss anything. It wasn't until the teacher came into the classroom that the normal atmosphere returned to normal.

At noon, the teacher dragged the class, and Wen Yan waited at the door for more than ten minutes before Jin Heng came out of the school. He walked through the crowded vendors, his clothes were a little messy, and his hair was a little messy, as if he came running over: "I'm late gone."

Wen Yan kicked away the cigarette butt at his feet: "It's okay, I haven't waited long."

He always refuses to wear his school uniform properly, either draping it on his shoulders or tying it around his waist. The black sports T-shirt makes him a little cold, lazy but sharp, so that no one dares to come forward to talk to him, otherwise there will still be Many girls are willing to take the initiative to add friends.

Wen Yan took Jin Heng to lunch at noon, and when he was sending him back to school at noon, he remembered something, took out a small stack of money from his pocket, counted them, and there were exactly five of them, and handed them to Jin Heng: "Take it."

Jin Heng took it over, glanced at it, and didn't understand why: "Why do you give me the money?"

Wen Yan didn't like to explain so much, but it was the first time he did this kind of thing, he would feel awkward after all, he lit a cigarette skillfully with a lighter, put it in his mouth, and raised his eyelids: "What can money do, don't spend it Can it still be eaten?"

The smoke is a bit choking.

Jin Heng asked back: "Give me flowers?"

Wen Yan hummed, "You can buy whatever you want."

Four hundred for tuition and miscellaneous fees was enough, and he rounded it up to five hundred.Jin Heng can spend whatever he wants.

This kind of thing has happened in my previous life. It is no exaggeration to say that most of the tuition money for Jin Heng’s senior year of high school and even college was saved by Wen Yan. The other party is both a protective umbrella and a cash machine. prison.

There is nothing wrong with what the system said at the beginning. Jin Heng is both scumbag and soft. The difference is that he is both a victim and a perpetrator.

Jin Heng hummed, then put the money into his pocket, his eyes skipped Wen Yan's unruly eyebrows, he didn't know what he was thinking, and said after a while: "I will pay you back later."

Although it may not be possible to pay it off, a bad debt from the previous life is still owed to this day, I just hope it is not an addition to the account, and the more I owe, the more I owe.

Naturally, it was impossible for Wen Yan to let him return, so he whispered in the smog: "Take a good class, and we'll talk about it after work."

As a delinquent boy, he never thought that he would have a day to persuade others to study hard.

Jin Heng glanced at the time, there were still about ten minutes before the start of class, and saw that the vendors selling lunch around him were gradually closing their stalls away, so he dragged Wen Yan to a side alley, where the former No. [-] Middle School used to store sundries The place was later abandoned and overgrown with weeds, and no one came at all.

Wen Yan didn't understand the situation, his eyes were alert: "What are you doing?"

"Hush," Jin Heng whispered in his ear, with a half-smile, "Keep your voice down, or it will be bad if someone finds out."

Wen Yan wanted to find out something, but before he had time to ask, he was suddenly kissed by Jin Heng, and his pupils shrank. He never thought that the other party would be so courageous, and whispered: "Are you crazy?"

Jin Heng embraced his waist, then tightened it suddenly, while deepening the kiss, while biting his ear lightly, the hot air sprayed on his neck, ambiguous and seductive, the more anxious Wen Yan was, the more he wanted to laugh: " Don't you find it exciting?"

Wen Yan thought that this was too fucking exciting, and he resisted in his heart, but he was dizzy and dizzy after being kissed by Jin Heng, his brain was starved of oxygen, and finally he couldn't even stand still.

Jin Heng clasped his waist, waited for Wen Yan to recover, and then slowly let go, listening to the other party's low gasp, rubbed his fingertips on Wen Yan's overly bright lips for a moment, like a joke Said: "Reward you, send charcoal in the snow."

Wen Yan wanted to reward the kiss with some money?He said angrily, "I'm not out to whore."

Jin Heng thought that Wen Yan would dare to say anything, the tips of his ears moved, and when he heard the class bell ringing, he leaned over and kissed Wen Yan's lips, and said against his lips, "I'm going to class."

Obviously there was a deeper contact just now, but this kiss, which is as light as water, is so gentle that it makes one's heart palpitate.

Wen Yan stared at Jin Heng's face so close, couldn't help trembling his eyelashes, and then responded slowly: "Oh, then you go."

Jin Heng straightened up and said to him, "You also go back to class."

Wen Yan slept in class, and when he heard Jin Heng say that, he scratched his hair casually: "Got it."

The placement test for No. [-] Middle School is scheduled for the eve of the summer vacation, and some people have already pre-determined. Jin Heng belongs to the type who will rise in the later stage. The teacher is worried that his performance will not be stable. The set of papers for practice, everyone knows that Jin Heng has no plan to go to class one at all.

The head teacher had great expectations for him: "Take the exam well, and if you don't understand anything, you can ask the teacher."

Jin Heng nodded his thanks and left the office, but before he walked out of the school gate, he saw Yan Na waiting outside, carrying her schoolbag, walking back and forth outside, inexplicably a little restless.

Jin Heng stuffed the paper into his schoolbag and asked her, "What's wrong with you?"

Seeing that it was him, Yan Na finally stopped in her tracks, frowned and complained, "You finally came out, there are mosquitoes outside, I'm about to be bitten to death."

Seeing that she didn't sneak out to look for Xu Meng during her evening self-study, Jin Heng was quite surprised, and walked downstairs with her while asking, "Where is Xu Meng, didn't he come to pick you up?"

Yan Na curled her lips: "Oh, he and Wen Yan have something to do today, so they might not be able to come. They said that if we wait too long and still haven't come, let us go back first."

There is a reason why Yan Na is annoying, Xu Meng and Wen Yan can do anything, they can't be delayed by their studies, they either hang out in bars, pick up girls, or fight, but they are not drinking and picking up girls People, then there is only fighting left.

Jin Heng also guessed a little bit, didn't say anything, and said after a while: "Let's see the situation tomorrow."

Yan Na curled her lips: "That's the only way."

Jin Heng and Yan Na went home separately when they reached the intersection. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and found Wen Yan's contact information. His fingertips paused on the screen for a long time, but he still didn't dial out, only sent a text message. information.

At the school gate, Pang Yifan was half-dragging and half-dragging towards the bar by a few gangsters. His family was out of town and he was a boarding student. It must be nothing good to go out at this time. The second "Jin Heng".

Jin Heng glanced at him, met his eyes unexpectedly, then slowly curled his lips together and smiled.

Pang Yifan's expression became even uglier.

Sometimes the system can't figure it out, so it flaps its wings and asks Jin Heng: [Is this what you want? 】

Jin Heng: "Yes."

He glanced at the system, said the word without any hesitation, and finally said meaningfully: "He will not be the first, nor will he be the last."

Jiang Shaolong, Pang Yifan...

Who else?

Jin Heng was walking on the streets at night, feeling a little happier, but when he reached the alley in front of his house and went upstairs as usual, he found that the door of his house was wide open and the corridor was full of sundries, which turned into a strange feeling again. laugh.

Through the gap of the half-open door, one can vaguely see a tall and strong middle-aged man looking for something, drawers, bed, wardrobe, all messy, he is muttering words, like a drug addict, looking for something. Find something that will save his life.

"Where's the money...the money...not here...nor here..."

With a "bang", Jin Heng kicked open the door expressionlessly, he threw his schoolbag on the ground, and looked at the other party with dark eyes: "The money is with me."

The middle-aged man trembled when he heard the words, and he was startled as if he had been caught doing something wrong. He got up from the ground reflexively, his eyes were covered with unhealthy bruises after long-term drinking and smoking, and the outline of his face was vaguely similar to that of Jin Heng.

Jin Changqing was so engrossed in searching that he didn't even notice when Jin Heng appeared at the door. He hadn't seen this son for a long time. When he met him suddenly, he was stunned for a while before he realized it, and then rubbed his hands. He started to smile a little awkwardly: "Ah Heng, Dad came back here last month."

Jin Heng glanced at the sundries on the ground, the smile in his eyes remained unchanged, but it was a bit cold when he looked closely: "Well, I know."

Jin Changqing was taken aback: "How do you know?"

Jin Heng smiled half-smile: "Didn't you come in last time?"

He stepped over the messy things on the ground, and saw that the baffles in the drawer compartments had been removed, he sneered, then pushed back the opened bed, and sat down beside the bed: "What are you looking for, let me help you!" You look for it together."

In Jin Changqing's mind, this son was restrained and shy. He didn't dare to say a word after being beaten up, and his fear became a little less. He became thick-skinned and couldn't care about anything: "Ah Heng, Dad recently owed money outside. Usury, did your mother leave you a sum of money when she died, and you can borrow it from your father to make a living."

"It's all over," Jin Heng patted his trouser leg, "I left it many years ago, and I've already spent it all."

Jin Changqing's complexion changed: "That's the money your grandmother sold the house, hundreds of thousands, all spent?"

Jin Heng looked at him quietly, with a strange arc on his lips: "Dad, you forgot, the money was left by grandma for the operation, and you stole it for gambling in the end, did you forget?"

Jin Changqing's face was pale, and he choked on his throat, unable to get up or down: "Nonsense, your mother must have left you money, otherwise how have you lived these years, hurry up! Find it and give it to me!"

In desperation, he directly grabbed Jin Heng's shoulders, and his fingertips almost fell into his flesh: "The group of loan sharks have been looking for me, if I can't get any more money, they will chop off my legs , you can’t just watch Dad die, can you? Ah?!”

Jin Changqing was sweating profusely: "A-Heng! A-Heng! You have to help Dad!"

Jin Heng frowned and wanted to break free from him, but finally found that Jin Changqing was too strong to shake him, so he squinted his eyes: "Okay, let me go, I'll get you the bank card."

Jin Changqing was overjoyed: "Really?!"

Jin Heng: "Really."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt Jin Changqing's hand loosen. He got up from the bed and walked towards the desk under the other's gaze, but when he passed the kitchen, he directly pulled out a knife from the cutting board.

Jin Changqing was surprised: "What are you doing?!"