On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags.

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

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

A thin man lay 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 with the same warmth.

However, he found nothing.

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.

After three seconds.

"Whoa-"

Jin Heng had never lost his composure so much in his life, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.He didn't even have time 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 pale at the stairs in pajamas, without even shoes on.

Jin Heng's personality is usually too withdrawn, and Aunt Miao seldom talks too much, but seeing this, she still couldn't help asking: "Mr.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 little frightening.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 fell uncontrollably, and fell to the ground with a plop.In the early spring, it was so cold for no reason 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 responsible for 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 to book a plane ticket to F City .

Liu Si wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to ask.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 person, not a beautiful star or a celebrity in the business world, but a murderer—— —

Forgive Liu Si for habitually using this word to refer to people who have been in prison, although the other party 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. To him, that past was so pale that it was almost terrifying.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 his tone of questioning was strange, and she looked at 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 death." Seven years and three months, and I will be released from prison in a few days."

From Liu Si's point of view, it's actually not a big deal. If she is willing to spend money to hire a lawyer to file a 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 considered to have graduated from high school, so she muttered: "I'm still a student, quite young, it's 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: "A little bit."

At the same time, he couldn't help guessing the relationship between that person and Jin Heng.

relative?brother?Or an enemy?

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

They took the [-]:[-] p.m. flight and arrived directly in City F.Liu Si has already prepared the hotel where she will stay, and after asking the waiter to bring the luggage into the room, she habitually asks Jin Heng about her next itinerary: "Mr. Jin, is there any place you want to go?"

She thought that Jin Heng was here for tourism, 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: "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?"

When they talk about business abroad, they usually stay in hotels, and they stay for as long as they want.At first glance, that community looks like an old-fashioned residential building, not a new development, most of them 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 layer of faint 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 reimbursement."

The implication is that she doesn't have to care about the amount of money.

Liu Si was stunned inwardly, 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 yes, 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 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 Wenyan...

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 hung high in the sky, scorching the iron gate of the prison, and the paint on the edge was already peeling 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 to think.

Time passed little by little.

About half an hour later, the two closed doors finally opened with a creak. Jin Heng raised his eyes as if aware of it, but saw a prison guard escorting a man out, his heart beating uncontrollably. A beat.

It was a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

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

The dark shadow was projected onto the ground, stretched infinitely, distorted and slightly deformed.

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 deformed.

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

Those were a pair of lifeless eyes, without any vitality, like a painting that had 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 came down 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 would have guessed 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 Wen Yan is still there.

As long as Wenyan is still there...

Jin Heng walked in front of 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, he almost spit out a mouthful of soda in his mouth, and frantically looked for a tissue.

What are you doing, shouldn't they be 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, people think he is cold-blooded if they don't know.

Liu Si still had doubts, and 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 Wen Yan's eyes were full of alienation and alertness.

"..."

After a second or two, Jin Heng made a move.He smiled, took Wen Yan's hand as a last resort, 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 was too ironic for him.

Jin Heng was always stepping back step by step, only to suddenly realize 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 pulled Wen Yan into the car a little forcefully, 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, people, didn't they say that it will come out at this time, shouldn't they 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 Wen Yan was indeed not there.Holding an unopened ice cream in his hand, it has already melted and sticky: "Oh, why are you so stupid, you will know if you ask."

Xu Meng turned to look at her: "I'm stupid? If you didn't insist on buying 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 had a "fight".He was sitting in the passenger seat, blowing the air-conditioning, and his eyes fell on the world outside the car window, which seemed like a world away for a moment.

Wen Yan has been derailed from the world for too long.He can't guess anything, and he 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, "Big A."

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 car door and got out of the car, went around to the other side and pulled Wen Yan out.

It seemed that only touch all the time could soothe his restless heart.

Wen Yan was quite uncomfortable, struggling to get rid of it, and frowned to remind him: "It's daytime now."

At this moment, Jin Heng's strength suddenly became surprisingly great. While pulling Wen Yan to the elevator, he asked earnestly, "Can I take you 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 possible 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 hand on his shoulder, clenched it slightly, and said in a low voice: "I bought it back, and this will be our home from now on."

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 for dinner later."

He took care of everything in such a way that no one could find anything wrong.

Wen Yan didn't object, took the clothes and walked into the bathroom.His shirt was a black short-sleeved shirt. Through the exposed arm, 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 come back 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 indescribably elegant 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, his posture was proficient, as if he had been doing it for many years.

Wen Yan tilted his head slightly: "I will 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, he had a conditioned reflex to punch him, 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 unnecessary.

Whether Jin Heng is out of guilt or compensation, they have 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 Wen Yan's favorite, and Jin Heng would occasionally put a chopstick in his bowl, and then ask him if it tastes good.I don't know what the two of them were thinking, but on the surface they seemed 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 fire burning in the internal organs, and there was pain besides pain.

The night was dark and the surroundings were quiet.

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

Seven years of imprisonment, seven years of indifference, engraved the words "I can't get over it" in my bones and blood.It never surfaced before, but today it surged like crazy in this night.

Jin Heng couldn't sleep, so he passed Wen Yan's room accidentally, 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 suddenly sink, and a cool hand landed on his forehead.

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

He was very familiar, and he lay directly on the bed, put his arm through Wen Yan's waist, and slowly pulled him into his embrace, with a low voice, calmly stating a certain fact: "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 his voice was suddenly silenced as if someone had strangled his throat. With a mistaken effort, the other party took advantage of the situation to pry open his teeth, and the tip of his tongue nimbly poked in.

Jin Heng is like a drug addict, he suddenly got into something that made 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 swept 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 after another 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 the lingering breath read the other's name, like a lover whispering: "Wen Yan..."

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

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

Muscles are shaking.Seven years of life in prison 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 have not 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 salty liquid from the corners of Wen Yan's eyes, whether it was sweat or tears, and hugged him tightly, as if he was about to be crushed and embedded in his bones and blood.

Wen Yan's mind gradually became lax, and the only thing he really felt 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 window was 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 wondered what he was thinking.

Jin Heng suddenly asked him: "When 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 hand and said: "You beat 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..."