On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

Time is the most difficult thing to cross in this world.

Wen Yan was imprisoned in prison, and was trapped in it for seven full years; Jin Heng painted the ground as a prison, bound himself in a cocoon, for two lives, and finally died once before he was able to get out, and his life was over half.

But those are not important, as long as Wenyan is still there...

As long as Wenyan is still there...

Jin Heng's dark eyes seemed to be dark and turbulent, revealing a faint morbid paranoia, but he was forced to suppress it by himself. He closed his eyes, and kissed Wen Yan fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow the other's flesh and bones into his stomach.

Well--

Wen Yan raised his head powerlessly, like a fish dying of thirst. Grabbing Jin Heng's shoulder tightly, his fingertips almost fell into flesh and blood. Every muscle in his body was twitching and trembling, and his hair was soaked in cold sweat. He didn't know whether it was pain or joy.

Wen Yan stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open, in a trance, some scorching liquid rolled down from his red eye sockets, and finally sank into his temples. Jin Heng's face immersed in the moonlight is so familiar yet unfamiliar.

Every day and night in the prison, this face has surfaced from the bottom of Wen Yan's heart countless times, and in the end it was severely crushed by himself.

Jin and Heng.

He muttered the name silently, his teeth clenched. With hatred, with resentment, with unbearable pain. In the end, it slowly curled up into a ball, and the tip of the tongue was fishy and sweet.

Jin Heng hugged Wen Yan from behind, hugged him into his arms, and then slowly tightened his arms.

He hugged him so tightly that there was no room for even a trace of air. It's like a person who is about to drown in the deep sea clutching a life-saving driftwood. Once he lets go, he will die immediately.

Wen Yan closed his eyes fiercely, but in a trance, he felt that some scorching liquid fell on his neck, and after it submerged quietly, only a cold wet mark was left.

He moved his neck with difficulty, wanting to turn around, but was strangled even tighter by the people behind him, unable to move.

Jin Heng didn't say a word, just hugged him so silently. It's like a destitute villain clinging to the last piece of gold left in his hand, just to leave a glimmer of hope.

Wen Yan was exhausted and finally stopped struggling.

The moon sinks and the sun rises. The surging night outside the window gradually disappeared, and the sky revealed a touch of fish belly, which even illuminated the bedroom, reflecting the messy bed and two people hugging each other on the bed.

Jin Heng didn't sleep all night. A slanting ray of sunlight fell on his face, a little glaring. He slowly moved his eyes, the darkness inside faded away like a tide, and under the scorching sun, he finally recovered a bit of a normal person's appearance, and even his arms relaxed a bit.

Wen Yan opened his eyes reflexively at seven o'clock. He sat up from the bed quickly, his whole body tensed up. When he saw the surrounding layout and Jin Heng beside him, he realized that he had already left. prison.

Jin Heng's appearance during the day is completely different from that at night, without the slightest shadow of prey. He casually put on some clothes, got up from the bed, and then dragged Wen Yan, who was still recovering, to the bathroom.

The shower was turned on, and the heat filled the bathroom.

Jin Heng touched Wen Yan's damaged lower lip lightly. He didn't know whether it was knocked or bitten by the other party himself. There was a deep tooth mark. His voice is gentle, and his eyes are also gentle: After taking a shower, I'll take you down for breakfast. You like to eat the steamed buns downstairs, so come early, or they will be sold out if you go late.

What he said was so used to it, it was taken for granted. It's as if the two of them have lived together for many, many years, and the days are repeated every day, and they go downstairs to have breakfast together every day.

Wen Yan finally came back to his senses, he pushed Jin Heng away, frowning: No need.

His sturdy figure was a little blurred in the mist, he was a little thinner and stronger than before. The face is sharp and angular, and there is no more youthful look. Only the eyebrows and eyes are the same as before.

Jin Heng didn't care, as if he didn't hear anything, he lowered his head to clean up for him in the gurgling warm water. Wen Yan clenched his fist with the hand that fell by his side, and his muscles were tense, as if he would punch him at any time, not doing it now is just trying to endure it.

Wen Yan didn't understand how things had come to this point. Mingming was still in the cold prison yesterday, but he was taken home by Jin Heng for no reason, and had sex with the other party for no reason, and the two people who were drifting apart got entangled again.

He took a step back and pressed against the cold tiles, his short hair was drenched with water, his eyes were black and white, like a water ghost: Get out.

Wen Yan stared at Jin Heng, and his low voice made the hot water flowing out of the shower drop a bit, coldly: Get out!

Jin Heng paused for a moment, and then followed suit with kindness: Okay, I'll go downstairs to buy breakfast first, and you take a shower and get dressed, don't catch a cold.

After he finished speaking, he took a towel from the shelf and wiped his hair casually, then opened the door and went out.

After Jin Heng got dressed, he went downstairs to buy breakfast. Before going out, he thought of something, locked the door with the key again, and then left.

Liu Si had been waiting at the corner of the street at eight o'clock in the morning. Her job is Jin Heng's secretary, so naturally she has to wait for the boss's orders at any time. Although Jin Heng would have nothing else to do as long as he let her buy this house, she couldn't just go and enjoy herself alone.

There are no fools in the workplace, everyone has their own set of survival rules.

Sitting in the car, Liu Si looked down at her watch, because women are naturally

Sensitive and eager to explore, she couldn't help but guess about the relationship between Jin Heng and the prisoner, but in the end she found nothing.

Through the windshield, Liu Si found that Jin Heng was buying breakfast downstairs, her eyes lit up, she immediately took a box from the passenger seat, got out of the car and walked over.

President Jin, Liu Si stepped forward on her high heels and handed him a box. The dress of an urban chic girl is a bit out of tune with the surroundings.

In her hand was a mobile phone case slightly larger than the palm of her hand, which was heavy and equipped with a phone card. Jin Heng asked her to buy it.

Jin Heng was holding two bags of steamed buns in his hand, which was quite different from his previous indifferent and dour appearance. Seeing this, he took the box from Liu Si's hand, opened it, looked at it, and then closed it again: I'll give you a week off, I'll call you if there's anything to do.

Liu Si almost cheered, but still upholding the principle of caring for her boss, she asked cautiously: Boss Jin, when shall we return to City A?

She is the secretary, responsible for the itinerary, air tickets and hotels need to be booked in advance.

Jin Heng didn't answer, but paused: I'll talk about it later.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and entered the somewhat old residential area, his back was tall and thin, and his body seemed to have been exhausted by the busy work of the company over the years.

Liu Si stood behind and watched him, inexplicably lost in thought.

Jin Heng is already a young hero in City A, with a good appearance and a lot of money. But Liu Si didn't envy him at all,

not at all.

She has worked for so many years, and she has never seen through this man's mind. The other party was withdrawn and silent, cold and alienated. He was just at a good age, but he exuded a dead air from the inside out.

Liu Si has never seen Jin Heng happy. I'm not happy when I signed a big contract, I'm not happy when I have a beautiful woman in my arms, I'm not happy to live in a villa with a lot of land and money.

He is more alive than dead.

People make money just to be happy, but Jin Heng never seems to have such emotions. He works day and night just to earn a bunch of numbers that mean nothing to him.

One time when she worked overtime, Liu Si saw Jin Heng sitting alone in the huge office, looking at the distance outside the window, motionless. The gloomy sky swept over, almost drowning him.

They knew nothing about Jin Heng's past.

This man has no parents, no relatives and friends, and walks and walks alone, just like a drifting duck without roots.

Every day of his life seemed to be a torture, and only death could relieve him. But he didn't know that the original sin was with him or someone else.

At that time Liu Si stared blankly outside the door for a long time. Inexplicably, she felt that Jin Heng only had a body left, living like a walking dead, living for the sake of living. The soul may have died many years ago.

But I don't know whether the source is from his painful childhood, or the summer when he was eighteen, or the day someone went to jail. With Lie Yang at the head, his heart is as dead as ashes.

A thought suddenly popped up in Liu Si's heart: this man won't live long.

If a person loses fighting spirit, he will die without disease or disaster.

Immediately, she was frightened by herself again, and quickly dismissed this almost cursed thought. Little did he know that the word came true, Jin Heng only lived to be thirty-five years old in his last life, and his life of failure, full of pain, came to an end.

Standing in place for too long, the high heels made her figure shake. It wasn't until a sharp trumpet sounded beside her ears that Liusi was pulled back from her past memories. She moved her numb ankle, then turned around and got into the car.

A week off is enough for her to rest for a long time.

Jin Heng really knows Wen Yan too well, the other party will definitely not stay so willingly. He was carrying his breakfast, and as soon as he walked to the door, he heard the sound of knocking on the door from inside.

Jin Heng was not surprised at all, he took out the key from his pocket and opened the door, the sound of the door lock turning finally made the inside quiet.

Crack——

The door opened.

Wen Yan is still wearing yesterday's clothes, with a bag on his shoulder, which is all his property. It couldn't be simpler, the beggars under the overpass probably have more luggage than him.

Jin Heng looked at him, Wen Yan didn't evade at all, his long and narrow eyes met his gaze directly, his personality remained unchanged in his bones.

Jin Heng entered the room, then closed the door behind his back, pretending not to see the backpack on Wen Yan's body, pulled him to the dining table and sat down: Let's eat.

After Jin Heng finished speaking, he sat down and opened the phone case. He took out a black mobile phone from inside, installed the SIM card, turned it on, and stored his own number in it: You can use this one.

He smiled, and stuffed the cold cell phone into Wen Yan's palm, only his number was saved in the address book.

Wen Yan didn't move or speak, probably wanting to see what Jin Heng was going to do.

Jin Heng thought that Wen Yan had just been released from prison, and it would take some time to integrate into society: I'll take you out for a walk in a couple of days, Xu Meng and Yan Na should be looking for you, so we can get together.

Hearing him mention his old friend, Wen Yan finally had some reaction, but he still wanted to leave: Have you finished?

The implication is, let him go after finishing speaking.

It's over, let's eat, it's getting cold. Jin Heng pushed the breakfast in front of him, then took an apple from the fruit plate at hand, and slowly peeled it.

Round and round, evenly and continuously.

Wen Yan felt that he was pretending to be stupid, and finally lost his patience, got up from the chair with a bang, and then walked straight to the door, but in the end, his wrist was tightly grasped.

He turned his head and saw Jin Heng looking at him: Where are you going?

The other party looked serious, his tone was serious, and he was as innocent as a child.

Wen Yan frowned: It's none of your business.

He tried hard to withdraw his hand, but the other party held it tighter. Seeing this, Wen Yan suddenly felt unreasonable anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He grabbed Jin Heng's collar and said in a low voice, What the hell are you trying to do?!

What is Jin Heng doing? And for what? ! !

guilt? Blame yourself? Atonement?

Wen Yan doesn't need it, he doesn't need anything, he doesn't need others' sympathy, and he doesn't need others' pity, especially Jin Heng's!

Jin Heng didn't speak, and let him hold his hand, but he still didn't let go: I'll go wherever you go.

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Yan punched him to the ground, the chair was hit, and the ground rubbed against the ground making harsh noises, and both of them fell silent.

Jin Heng fell to the ground, covered his mouth with his hands, lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly. He maintained that posture and did not move for a long time. The throat is full of fishy sweetness.

Wen Yan hit Jin Heng for the first time.

That was the person he used to protect on the cusp of his heart. From senior one to senior three, it took another seven years, and half of the boy's life passed like this.

Wen Yan didn't want Jin Heng to be bullied by those wretches, so he protected him all the time, and didn't want Jin Heng to go to jail, so he protected him again. But I didn't expect that the two people would make trouble like this.

Wen Yan staggered and took a step back, unable to believe it. His right hand was hanging by his side, his fingertips were trembling, and his palm was numb.

Jin Heng raised his head, there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, the bright red was dazzling. There was a fallen fruit knife in his hand, and he slowly clenched it tightly. The sharp blade cut through his palm, and thick blood dripped down.

Wen Yan...

Jin Heng's voice was hoarse, and he looked at him with red eyes, If you hate me, kill me...

Wen Yan stared at the bright red blood on the ground, and suddenly felt that Jin Heng was crazy. He instinctively took a step forward, but when he reacted, he slowly backed away, his teeth creaking, and finally kicked the chair next to him: You are a fucking lunatic!

Wen Yan slammed the door and left, the door was closed with a loud bang.

It seemed that he really just left like that, alone, and never looked back at Jin Heng again.

Jin Heng wanted to get up from the ground, but couldn't muster the strength, and finally fell back to his seat in vain. He clenched the knife in his hand tightly, as if only the sharp pain could give him some strength, and what he got in exchange was blood dripping down in the end.

A sense of powerlessness more terrifying than suffocation swept over his whole body, making him unable to even crawl.

This feeling only occurs when my mother died when I was a child.

Jin Changqing gambled all his money and lost everything, including his wife's life.

Jin Heng didn't ask for much in the past, really not much. He only hoped that his mother was alive and well, but God still took her life away. Later, he only hoped to have a father who was not so gambling, but it still backfired.

Finally went to school, and it was the beginning of another nightmare. The bullying day after day wiped out all the expectations of a young man for the future, and he even lost the strength to live.

He had nothing and suffered a complete defeat all his life, as long as he held on to Wen Yan, it would not be too ugly to lose.

In a trance, some scorching liquid fell from the eye sockets, but Jin Heng didn't notice it. He tried hard to get up from the ground, it doesn't matter if Wen Yan is angry, it doesn't matter if he wants to leave, he will always follow him.

he loves him

And he loves him too...

Jin Heng didn't know how long it took him to stand up precariously from the ground. Regardless of the mottled bloodstains on the front of his clothes and how funny his bruised nose and swollen face were, he tried his best to open the door.

However, before the lock could be unlocked in the future, the door opened automatically. Wen Yan stood outside with a gloomy expression. With a bag on his shoulder and a bag of medicine in his hand, he opened the door with a bang, and shut it behind him with a bang after entering the room.

He left, but came back.

After Wen Yan went downstairs, he walked alone on the street for a long time, not knowing where to go, feeling confused and dissociated. Finally went to the pharmacy to buy gauze and iodine, and came back.

Jin Heng stared at him blankly, his eyes were red, and his nose was also red.

Wen Yan is very irritable. He threw his bag on the ground blankly, seeing Jin Heng's hands covered in blood, grabbed his collar and threw him directly on the sofa.

The plastic bag rattled, and all the contents inside were dumped on the coffee table, rolling all over the place. Wen Yan grabbed Jin Heng's palm which was messed up by the knife, and disinfected him in a not-so-gentle motion, then sprinkled the medicine powder, and wrapped the gauze round and round.

Wen Yan felt that he must be crazy.

Why is he still entangled with Jin Heng, a lunatic, why? !

Wen Yan's expression became more and more gloomy, he pinched Jin Heng's chin, and wiped the wound on the corner of his mouth angrily, but before he could move, his waist tightened suddenly, and he was hugged tightly Living.

Wen Yan couldn't break free.

God knows where Jin Heng got so much strength. Obviously, I couldn't get up after being punched before. That's why,

Wen Yan did not let him go to jail.

What kind of people are there in the prison? Jin Heng is so weak and doesn't know how to fight. How can he survive after getting in?

Still can't bear him to suffer...

Wen Yan never regrets what he has done. Now that he has made a decision, he should bear it whether it is good or bad.

He tried hard to push Jin Heng away, but it was still in vain. I just felt a swish of coolness on the back of my neck, and countless salty liquids rolled into the collar, which made my heart flustered.

Jin Heng hasn't cried like this for a long time. He looked at Wen Yan with red eyes, like an abandoned child: Don't leave me alone...

His eyes were scarlet, some tears rolled down his face, and he said in a trembling voice, Wen Yan, don't leave me alone...

The strength in Wen Yan's whole body seemed to be drained by these few words. His chest heaved and he didn't know what to say, his body was tense and trembling, and it was difficult for him to breathe.

Jin Heng hugged him so tightly, so tightly. As if clinging to the hope of the rest of his life, his voice was hoarse: We will never be separated again...

Never part again...

He only has him, and he only has him. Whether it's love or hate, they should be together for the rest of their lives, and no one can separate them. From the shade of the lush sycamore trees many years ago, they were carrying schoolbags and wearing school uniforms, facing each other across the crowd.

It was doomed from then on.

They want to climb out of the abyss together, live together, and live well...

In the first half of his life, Wen Yan protected Jin Heng, and in the second half of his life, it was him who protected Wen Yan. God did not treat him lightly, after all, he left a glimmer of hope, but he was ignorant in his previous life and missed it from his hands.

Jin Heng kissed Wen Yan, the salty tears mixed with the sweetness of blood, just like the taste of his life: I love you...

Time goes back and forth, and eventually there is a place to go. There is a vast sea of ​​people, and there will be a place to return to.

He just waited for the day when the dust settled, and spent the rest of his life hand in hand with him.

The author has something to say: Author Jun: Finally finished writing (crying like a pig)