On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

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Wen Yan used to be used to living alone, but he didn't know when he started to like the feeling of two people getting along. It's like a road, three people are too crowded, one person is empty, and two people are just right.

He and Jin Heng, two people.

When school is over, they go home together as usual. Wen Yan took out the key to open the door as usual, but turned it around, frowned, and found that something was wrong, because the door was not locked at all.

Wen Yan couldn't help but pause, subconsciously turned his head to look at Jin Heng, and asked in a strange tone, Did I lock the door when I went to school today?

Jin Heng nodded, It's locked, I watched you lock it.

Wen Yan muttered to himself, Damn, it won't be a thief.

But logically speaking, it shouldn't be, their community is monitored, even if they steal something, thieves would not choose this kind of place.

Wen Yan squinted his eyes, opened the door calmly, and was about to go in to check the situation, but before he took two steps, he stepped on something hard, looked down and found it was a pair of shoes.

A pair of women's shoes.

With a slender heel, a black shoe body, and a thin silver chain around it, it is not difficult to imagine how sexy and slim you are when you put it on.

Wen Yan was stunned for a rare moment, but he didn't react. Seeing him not moving for a long time, Jin Heng followed his gaze to the ground, only to find out that it was a woman wearing high heels, so he was also taken aback. I vaguely guessed the answer Is it you...

Before he finished speaking, a voice suddenly sounded from the master bedroom, and then a fashionable young woman walked out, Ah Yan, are you out of school yet?

Wen Siwan has the ability to be a courtesan, even though her son is about to graduate from high school, she looks like she is only in her early thirties at most. She has the youthful beauty of a little girl and the charm of a mature woman. Her chestnut wavy hair sets off her white skin, and under her slender black eyebrows are a pair of shrewd and sophisticated eyes.

She seemed to be packing her things, a sweater coat that didn't belong to this season was draped in her arms. Seeing Wen Yan, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, he didn't feel awkward at all, instead, he smiled and stepped forward to hug him, Hey, I haven't seen you for a while, why are you so tall, Mom almost doesn't recognize you.

No one knew that the some time in her mouth was nearly five years of indifference.

Wen Yan was not happy at all, and pushed her away with a frown, with a cold tone, not like a mother and child, but more like a stranger, Why are you back?

Wen Siwan was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed, You child, what are you talking about, can't mom come back...

Halfway through speaking, she realized that Jin Heng was standing behind her, her voice stopped abruptly, and she looked at him suspiciously, Who are you?

Wen Yan turned sideways to block Jin Heng, pushed him lightly in the dark, and pointed to the guest room next to him calmly, You go back to your room first, I will find you later.

They usually sleep on the same bed, so they must not be discovered by Wen Siwan. Jin Heng understood, did not speak, nodded, turned and entered the next guest room, and gently closed the door.

Seeing this, Wen Yan withdrew his gaze, and said to Wen Siwan, My classmate.

Wen Siwan's eyes widened, Why is your classmate living in our house?

Wen Yan was not at peace, and said with a wooden face, The guest room is vacant, so I will rent it to him.

Wen Siwan felt a little uncomfortable, she threw her coat on the sofa, Even if you are classmates, it's not convenient to live together, let alone I haven't left yet, I'll find a reason for him to move out tomorrow.

It's late, Wen Yan lit a cigarette in front of her, and said casually, He gave a one-year rent in one lump sum, and I have no money to refund him.

Wen Siwan never thought that Wen Yan would do such a thing, she paced back and forth in the living room, her slender brows were tightly frowned, and her tone was impatient, What about the rent?

Wen Yan said bluntly, It's all spent.

Wen Siwan's voice suddenly rose, How did you spend it?!

Wen Yan Drink and play games.

Snapped!

Wen Siwan's slap came unexpectedly, with a crisp sound, Wen Yan's face turned away, and a red mark clearly appeared on it. He maintained that posture, without moving for a long time, until the smoke in his mouth fell silently into a cloud of white ash, and then he raised his eyes to look at the sullen woman in front of him.

Wen Yan had no expression on his face, and squinted his eyes.

Seeing this scene through the crack of the door, Jin Heng moved his footsteps, as if he wanted to go out, but held back.

The intimacy just now seemed to be just an illusion. Wen Siwan pointed at Wen Yan, her angry fingertips seemed to pierce his eyebrows, Look at what you look like now, with tattoos, dyed hair, smoking, drinking, what's the difference with a gangster?! You can't read well, If you don’t study well, what should I support you for?!”

When Wen Siwan left, Wen Yan was only in the second year of junior high school. Although he was disobedient, at least he was not rebellious to the point where he is now. She glanced at Wen Yan's hair, earrings, tattoos on the back of her hand, and the burning cigarette one by one, and she was furious.

Wen Yan directly extinguished the cigarette on the table, leaving a circle of dark marks. He became more and more unsteady, looking like a fool, and asked without emotion, You came back to preach?

Mentioning this matter, Wen Siwan's originally furious mood suddenly extinguished, and turned into an unreasonable guilty conscience. She frowned and turned around, and brushed her hair twice before saying, Your Uncle Zhang is going to leave because of work. Canada, I have to go with him, this time I come back to tell you that you are also a big boy...

Wen Yan interrupted her, Which Zhang

uncle? What about Uncle Li and Uncle Wang last time?

He intentionally pierced Wen Siwan's fig leaf, tearing his skin to the brim.

Wen Siwan took a deep breath and endured it, Whether you agree or not, I got married with him the year before last, and you are already an adult anyway, so you don't need me to take care of you, and I don't worry about going abroad.

Wen Yan laughed out loud as if he had heard some joke, and asked sarcastically, Take care? When will you take care of me?

Wen Siwan hangs out with those wild men outside every day, and can't go home once for ten days and a half months. Wen Yan even forgot what she looked like, let alone take care of her.

Wen Siwan's face turned blue and pale, but out of reason, she didn't want to argue with him, so she turned and walked into the master bedroom, and continued to pack her things. She hadn't come back for several years, and the skirts in the closet were long out of date and could not be worn. There was really nothing to clean up, so she could only pack some more valuable things in the jewelry box.

Wen Yan stared at her back, did nothing after all, just watched with cold eyes.

Wen Siwan noticed the piercing gaze behind her, and didn't dare to turn her head back, and said in a hurry, I will send you some money in your card every month from now on, and you can save yourself. I won't give you extra money. I guess I won’t be able to go to any good school, so I can support myself when I work.”

The beautiful suitcase was full of things, Wen Siwan zipped it up and was ready to leave. She has a plane ticket the day after tomorrow, and originally wanted to stay here for one night today, but it is unnecessary to see this tense atmosphere.

Wen Yan's body sank into the sofa, his eyes were black and white, staring at Wen Siwan, as if looking at a stranger, the curve of his lips was cold, You don't need to be hypocritical here.

Wen Siwan's fingertips trembled slightly, she took a deep look at him, then turned around and opened the door, and left like the wind stepping on her high heels.

After the quarrel, there was a deathly silence in the room, only the sound of the air conditioner running could be heard. Jin Heng pursed his lips, and looked at Wen Yan's situation through the crack of the door, but saw that he was still in the same posture as before.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a minute, maybe two minutes, or just a few seconds. Just when Jin Heng was about to go out, Wen Yan finally moved, but got up from the sofa, strode to the window, and then opened the glass window with a clatter——

A black car was parked downstairs.

When Wen Siwan walked over with the suitcase, the car door was opened, and a middle-aged man in his fifties got out from inside. He was holding a little boy about two years old in his arms, seeing Wen Siwan twitching his hands and feet happily, and said in a childish voice, Mom...Mom...

Seeing this, Wen Siwan immediately hugged him with a smile on her face, and shook him slightly, Be good, baby.

The driver put her luggage in the trunk, and the group got in the car and left.

Standing upstairs, Wen Yan clearly saw this scene in his eyes. His knuckles were faintly blue, and he almost wanted to crush the edge of the window. There was a sense of suffocation for no reason, and the heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible big hand, and it hurt.

It's not that Wen Siwan can't be a good mother, nor can she be with Wen Yan, it's just that she doesn't want to.

It's just that if she has a new family, what is Wen Yan?

Redundant, or dispensable?

At some point, Jin Heng appeared behind Wen Yan. He separated the other party's hands holding the window frame one by one, then put them in his palms, and slowly hugged Wen Yan from behind and said, Don't look.

The heat outside has been invading inside, and even the air conditioner is a little weaker.

Jin Heng raised his hand to close the window, which seemed to cut off the last connection between the mother and son.

Wen Yan didn't speak, closed his eyes, and lowered his head. A strand of hair fell down, looking in a rare embarrassment. It took a long time before I managed to utter a few words, I thought she was really planning to come back...

He thought Wen Siwan was really planning to settle down, but he didn't expect it was just a joke.

This person who was his mother in name left him here again and again.

There is no such word as empathy in Jin Heng's dictionary. But it is undeniable that when Wen Yan is sad, he is not happy. The slender five fingers landed on the side of the opponent's face, gently stroking the slap print, and finally leaned over and kissed.

The warm kiss overwhelmed the sting.

I can't keep those who are leaving, Jin Heng lightly pecked and kissed the wound on Wen Yan's face, but felt that it wasn't too bad, and whispered in his ear, From now on, only me is enough... ...

Look how good it is,

They are all betrayed, they are the only one for each other.

Jin Heng pushes Wen Yan to the window, kissing her so deeply. The two beating hearts got closer and closer, and finally even the frequency reached a surprisingly consistent.

Wen Yan hugged Jin Heng's neck tightly, his heart was full of panic, and he couldn't let go of his gloom. He squinted his eyes, and some didn't understand why he was the one who was abandoned since he was a child. He kissed Jin Heng, and asked in a vague voice, Will you abandon me in the future...

leave him alone.

Just like Wen Siwan.

Jin Heng paused, then raised his eyes to look at him, but saw that Wen Yan was serious, and said in a low voice, No...

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