On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

Jin Heng pointed at Jin Changqing with the not-so-sharp knife in his hand, and walked up to him step by step. His shadow was stretched obliquely and distorted by the moonlight outside the window. Seeing Jin Changqing's panicked face, he smiled with interest, his tone calm,

Didn't you want money? Go underground and I'll burn it to you.

Jin Heng's hatred for him is greater than that of Jiang Shaolong, who lost his mother when he was young, and was full of debts. The fragmented life of more than ten years was all thanks to Jin Changqing, a gambler.

Jin Changqing heard the words and before he could speak in the future, he saw a white glow flashing in front of him, and the blade directly stabbed him. He was so frightened that he hurriedly backed away, ran out in a hurry, and cursed in shock: Jin Heng! You are crazy, I am your father!

Jin Heng turned a deaf ear, the first stab was crooked, and he wanted to stab again, but the system hugged his left leg tightly and could not move. Seeing that Jin Changqing was about to run out, he simply threw the knife and restrained him with his arms. His neck dragged the man back from the door, and he wrestled into a ball on the ground.

Jin Changqing is an adult after all, he broke free from Jin Heng's shackles a few times, and punched him in the face in embarrassment: Fuck you, I should have strangled you when you were born, saying, money is here where!

Jin Heng was beaten to the side of his head, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, he lay on the ground covering his face, his dark eyes were blocked by his hair, staring at Jin Changqing, just laughing, making people creepy.

Jin Changqing's complexion has gradually turned ferocious. He strangled Jin Heng's neck and shook it vigorously. He only felt that his son's face overlapped with that of his late wife. In addition to guilt and panic: It's as annoying as your dead ghost mother. , where is the money! If you don’t tell me, I will strangle you to death!”

The system anxiously became an ant on the hot pot, flew over and hit Jin Changqing twice: [let go! let go! 】

However, Jin Changqing couldn't feel the existence of the system at all. He choked Jin Heng's throat and tried to persuade him: I am your own father, and you actually want to kill me?! Take out the money, take it out, let me go through the book one last time, How much do we want to win back!

Jin Heng didn't speak, he tilted his head with difficulty, groping with one hand on the ground, trying to touch the knife that fell on the ground.

Now Jiang Shaolong has dropped out of school, and Pang Yifan is also having a hard time. If he dies today, Jin Heng will not regret it, but he must drag Jin Changqing to die with him.

The sound of fighting kept ringing in the small rental house, waking up even the neighbors, but few people came out to watch.

Wen Yan just came back from the hospital. Originally, he just wanted to make sure that Jin Heng had arrived home. However, the old building was not soundproof, and he could hear some slight movements while standing at the bottom of the alley. When he realized something, his expression changed, and he immediately rushed forward. up.

Due to excessive hypoxia, Jin Heng's vision was already blurred. In a daze, he touched a sharp and cold object. With strength from nowhere, he tightened his fingertips and grasped it fiercely, and then moved towards the thing that was strangling his neck. He scratched hard with one hand.

what--!

Just when Jin Changqing screamed because of the pain, the closed door was suddenly kicked open with a bang. Wen Yan entered the door and saw this messy scene, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he grabbed Jin Changqing's collar without even thinking about it. , knocked him to the ground, and hurriedly went to check on Jin Heng's situation.

Jin Heng!

Jin Heng clutched his neck and staggered up from the ground, still holding the knife tightly in his hand. He saw Wen Yan appearing in front of him, and saw Jin Changqing rushing out of the door, expecting to be unable to catch up, his fingertips finally loosened, and the sharp weapon When it fell to the ground with a clang, a hoarse and broken low cough came from the throat.

Wen Yan grabbed his shoulders, frowned and said anxiously: Jin Heng?!

In fact, Jin Heng had no strength left, he slid down slowly with his back against the desk, his throat was burning with pain, his chest was heaving and unsteady, he gasped for a few breaths, and then raised his head to look at Wen Yan with difficulty.

Jin Heng moved his lips, the broken hair on his forehead covered his eyes, his voice was so dumb that he couldn't hear him at all, he was even in the mood to smile: Why are you here...

Wen Yan wanted to ask something, but he was afraid that something might happen to Jin Heng, so he pulled him up from the ground and wanted to carry him to the hospital, but the latter didn't want to go and avoided his hand: It's okay, I can't die.

Wen Yan saw the blood-stained knife on the ground, and glanced over Jin Heng's body inch by inch, but he didn't see any skin trauma, it could only be the man just now, he held Jin Heng's hand, and stared at the corner of his mouth. Broken: What the hell happened?!

Jin Heng's emotions always come and go quickly, and now he has calmed down. He lowered his head, slowly wiped the blood between his fingers with the hem of his clothes, and exposed his evil deeds to his eyes without any cover , said a word slowly and casually: Oh... I wanted to kill him, but he ran away.

...

Wen Yan looked at him without saying a word, the air was momentarily congested.

Jin Heng didn't look up, he just sat in the mess, wiped the blood between his fingers with the hem of his clothes, over and over again, focused and paranoid, with such strength that his knuckles were turning blue, but the blood dried up and solidified into scabs, I can't wipe it off.

Wen Yan suddenly said: Don't wipe it.

Jin Heng turned a deaf ear and wiped the crevices of his fingers vigorously, Wen Yan held his hand, his eyes were a little red: Don't wipe it!

Wen Yan didn't know who the middle-aged man was, and he didn't know why Jin Heng wanted to kill him. He only knew that when he rushed in, Jin Heng was lying on the ground almost dead, and that scene made him feel the pain for the first time in his life. panic.

Wen Yan ignored Jin Heng's struggle, and hugged him in his arms as if to comfort him. Looking at the signs of fighting around him, he gritted his teeth tightly. After a long while, he managed to say a word: It's okay, I'm here.

Wen Yan grabbed him

Cold hands: I'm here.

After he finished speaking, after a long time, he pulled Jin Heng up from the ground, forced him to the kitchen to wash his hands, then made up the messy bed, let Jin Heng lie on it, wrapped him tightly with a quilt, He also lay on his side.

Wen Yan hugged him tightly, and said in a low voice, Go to sleep.

There was a faint smell of tobacco on his clothes, and the boy's figure was not necessarily generous, but it gave people a sense of security, and he wrapped Jin Heng tightly into his arms with his arms.

Jin Heng opened his eyes in the dark night, with a ray of light, he could vaguely see the mottled bruises on Wen Yan's face, and quietly stared at him: You fought.

Even if Wen Yan doesn't want to start a fight, he can't be a coward when others come to him. In the afternoon, he fought with people from other schools. Because there are few people, he suffers, and he is inevitably injured.

Wen Yan didn't care much, he touched the swollen scar on his face, looked at the bruise around Jin Heng's mouth, touched it lightly with his fingertips, then retracted his hand, and gently covered Jin Heng with his warm palm. Heng's eyes: Yes.

Wen Yan said: We won.

Jin Heng didn't speak any more, his vision was pitch black, he could only feel the constant warmth from Wen Yan's palm, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally fell asleep.

Wen Yan waited for a long time, and finally felt Jin Heng's breathing gradually stabilized, and finally got up lightly. Fortunately, the old bed didn't lose its chain at this time, making some messy sounds.

The ground is full of mess.

Wen Yan turned on the light on his mobile phone, leaned over and packed everything back to its original place, including the messed up clothes in the closet, folded them all up, and then quietly closed the closet door.

Finally, the knife with blood on the ground.

Wen Yan stared at it for a while, then leaned over and wrapped it in a paper towel to pick it up, walked into the kitchen to wash off the blood, wrapped it layer by layer with a towel plastic bag, hesitated a few times, and finally put it in his schoolbag.

A blue ball of light quietly landed on the desk, like a

Still motionless as an ornament, 009 was connected to Jin Heng's sea of ​​consciousness. It sensed Jin Heng's emotional chaos and ups and downs, flapped its wings and landed gently beside the pillow, a blue energy line as thin as a gossamer flowed along. into his brain.

Jin Heng fell into a long dream.

On a majestic rainy night, in the alley downstairs of the house, the location is generally the same.

At this time, Jin Heng had already finished the college entrance examination, but Jin Changqing owed a lot of debts outside, picked the lock and slipped into the house and stole all valuable things.

The gold necklace left by his deceased wife before his death, and Jin Heng’s savings from working and studying, but Jin Changqing doesn’t care about the amount, he takes whatever is worth it, and the empty home is like a robber entering the house in the end , there is nothing left.

Jin Changqing took the bank card, shivering and excitedly went to withdraw the money, but tried several times the password was wrong, and finally had to turn back in frustration. Who would have thought that Jin Heng would stand waiting for him at the entrance of the corridor, with his hands quietly hanging down by his side , hold it tight.

Jin Changqing didn't open an umbrella, and the majestic rain pocket poured down on his head, like a greedy drowning dog: Heng, what's the bank card password, what's the password?!

Jin Heng didn't speak, he walked down the steps step by step with his hands behind his back, the cold rain drenched him completely, lowered his head, as if he was brewing something, his hands were shaking because of fear and hatred.

Jin Changqing turned up the volume and almost growled: What is the password!

Jin Heng's hands behind his back were tense, he took a deep breath, slowly raised his head to look at Jin Changqing in the rain, and said a word in a low and trembling voice: Give me the card, and my mother's belongings ...

The money is needed to go to college, and the relics cannot be thrown away.

Jin Changqing hated Jin Heng's recalcitrant attitude so much, he grabbed his collar and pressed it against the wall: Everyone is dead, so what's the use of keeping those broken things? Is money more important than your father's life? ?! Do you want to watch me being hacked to death by a loan shark?!

Jin Heng's eyes were empty, and the rainwater slid down his face, and he only insisted on repeating a sentence: Give me back the card, and my mother's belongings...

His attitude obviously angered Jin Changqing, the mottled walls were covered with dust, the street lamps were in disrepair for a long time, two wrestling figures could be vaguely seen, rolling on the ground together, their clothes were covered with mud.

Later, Wen Yan arrived,

Afterwards, there was a scuffle among three people in the alley...

It wasn't until a scream sounded that the air suddenly became silent. The three of them backed away like an electric shock, and with a soft clang, the blade fell to the ground, while Jin Changqing clutched his abdomen, and slowly fell down with a pale face, a little bit of glaring blood. Spread out, tick-tock along the fingers.

The scene was dark and chaotic, who did it?

No one knows, including the person who hid the knife.

Seeing this, Jin Heng staggered back, his face was as white as a piece of paper, his back was pressed against the wall, and then he looked at Wen Yan in a daze, and after a long, long time, he said with difficulty and hoarsely: I killed someone! ...?

It's unbelievable.

He asked Wen Yan: Did I... kill someone?

Jin Heng's thin body could hardly withstand the beating of the rainstorm, as if it would disappear in the next moment. His lips were pale, his eyes were dark, and his face could not tell whether it was rain or tears, and his body was completely icy cold. .

He just wants his money back...

He doesn't want to be bullied anymore...

He thought, he wanted to get out of here...

That's all.

Wen Yan was also in a daze, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He reacted very quickly, and clenched amidst the thunder.

Tightening Jin Heng's hand, he reminded him word by word in a low voice, with a harsh tone: It's not you!

It's not Jin Heng, who is that?

Wen Yan picked up the knife on the ground, and the blood was quickly washed away by the rain. Only Jin Changqing was lying on the ground half dead, with the bank card beside him, covered in mud.

Jin Heng's grades are very good...

Jin Heng has already finished the exam...

Jin Heng is about to go to a key university...

Wen Yan picked up the bank card with trembling fingertips, then frantically wiped off the mud on it with his clothes, and stuffed it forcefully into Jin Heng's hands, with a calm face, but his tense figure revealed that he was also panicked inside. He looked around and found that there was no surveillance here, so he said to Jin Heng, You go upstairs.

Jin Heng didn't move.

Wen Yan pushed him hard, and said in a fierce voice, Go upstairs!

Jin Heng seemed to be frightened by him, and ran upstairs with a pale face. While running, he looked back, Wen Yan's figure was a little blurry through the heavy rain, but he was also looking at Jin Heng.

Like a rope being cut suddenly, it was broken into two pieces, and it went farther and farther.

Jin Heng's figure fell into the corridor, he fell down, got up, and continued to walk up, panting heavily, trembling all over, as if his strength had been drained, he couldn't even support his figure, he was extremely embarrassed .

Wen Yan stood downstairs.

The rain was pattering.

He said a word to Jin Heng before: Get out of the exam, don't come back.

Jin Heng thought the same way. After the exam, he was one step away from getting out of the quagmire. He couldn't... he couldn't be ruined here...

There are only a few short floors, but it seems that there is no end, no matter what you can't climb to the top, Jin Heng heard the sound of an ambulance and a police car in a trance, he stopped suddenly, the balcony was beside him, but he didn't dare Take a look back.

A desperate situation winds and circles behind him, and he can no longer turn back.

The alley is so dark and chaotic, no one knows how Jin Changqing was injured, including himself, maybe he bumped into it accidentally, maybe someone stabbed it on purpose, probably only God knows the answer.

But if Jin Heng wants to get away, he needs someone to be at his feet.

One has to give up his freedom and endure years in prison.

The dream was wet and distorted, and the smell of blood was everywhere. It was difficult for the system to adapt to such negative energy, and it slowly pulled away from the energy detection.

Jin Heng's breathing suddenly became short of breath. He was lying on the bed, tightly clutching the sheets under him, like a fish struggling to die out of water. Wen Yan noticed his heavy breathing, and hurried to the bed, but saw Jin Heng With his eyes closed, his head covered in cold sweat, he uttered a word like a dream: Wen...

Wen what?

Wen Yan moved a little closer.

temperature……

Wen what?

Wen Yan moved a little closer.

Jin Heng's tense figure suddenly vented, and he moved his lips silently: Smell... Yan...

It turned out to be calling him.

Wen Yan glanced at him, seeing that it was late, he lay down gently on the bed, then hugged Jin Heng again, and patted him on the back unfamiliarly: Well, I'm here.

He is always there.

The clock on the wall was ticking, and when the night was silent, Jin Heng suddenly opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything clearly, he could only feel the burning body temperature and the tobacco-smelling embrace of the person beside him, and he remained motionless.

The system flew in front of him: [Are you awake? 】

Its blue body lights up the ceiling.

Jin Heng rolled his eyes slowly, but didn't speak.

The system said: [You are punishing yourself with other people's mistakes. 】

It can't catch Jin Heng's wrongdoing, because he doesn't need to say anything, he doesn't need to do anything, Wen Yan has already spontaneously done it for Jin Heng

Everything, right or wrong, good or evil.

For the first time, the system said this to Jin Heng: [You only have one chance, if you don't grasp it, it will really be gone. 】

Human life is so short, the meeting of some people is a gift, and the meeting of some people is a lesson, but when life comes to an end, all memories are emptied, and some people will never meet again.

There is only one gift, and only one lesson.

Jin Heng had one more chance than others, but he insisted on turning the gift into a lesson. If so, the system would feel it was a pity and a waste.

The system flapped its wings lightly: [Do you want to live? 】

Jin Heng didn't speak.

The system said: [If you really don't want to live, I can take back the chance of rebirth, and what you have now will disappear. 】

...

Jin Heng finally had a reaction. He slowly turned his head in the dark, and with the faint blue light on the system, he could vaguely distinguish Wen Yan's profound facial features, heartbeat, and body temperature, all of which were real, a living person.

When being hugged, Jin Heng felt as if he was alive.

He thought a lot about past life, present life, Jiang Shaolong, Pang Yifan, Jin Changqing, his mother, and...

Wen Yan...

live……

Jin Heng looked at the system, and suddenly moved his lips silently, saying word by word: I want to live.

He wants to live.

He wants to live better than anyone else.

Wen Yan was fast asleep, the corners of his mouth were bruised from the fight, and gauze was wrapped around his wrists, even in his sleep, his brows were wrinkled. Jin Heng looked at him for a while. Then she turned around slowly in the dark night, and hugged him little by little, her body temperature was burning and her heart was beating.

They all have to live.

They are all alive.