Tachycardia

After school, when the last classmate in the classroom had left, Wen Jinran carried her schoolbag and looked at Jin Wendong quietly with lowered eyes.

The latter remained motionless, as stable as Mount Tai.

One of the two had tooth marks on their chin, the other had a cut lip, and their faces were painted in different colors. They looked like they had just finished a fight. Fortunately, the old self-study old Wang didn't come back after taking a look, and didn't notice their Same, otherwise it should be pulled out to write a review.

There were still many students in the class who wanted to persuade them, but they all retreated under Jin Wendong's half-smiling expression, and secretly observed the two of them.

This scrutiny didn't stop until school was over.

Wen Jinran said, "I'm going home."

Jin Wendong raised his eyebrows: "Go home? Oh go home, just go back, anyway, you won't talk to me when you go home."

Wen Jinran's voice was stiff but firm: "Get out of the way."

Seeing that he was really angry, Jin Wendong didn't dare to tease him any longer, got up lazily, and said with a half-smile, "Tut tsk, are you still angry? I haven't had such a big temper before, it really makes me laugh." Am I spoiled?"

Wen Jinran raised his small face to stare at him, glaring at him, after all, he didn't say anything hurtful, he was the least likely to quarrel, and few people could make him angry before, Jin Wendong was the only one.

He lowered his head and squeezed out, rubbing against Jin Wendong's body, and when he was about to squeeze out, Jin Wendong grabbed him and turned him face to face.

Wen Jinran was caught off guard, and as soon as he raised his head, Jin Wendong's lips pressed against him, kissing him lightly.

"Goodnight kisses are indispensable," Jin Wendong pinched his cheeks, smiling dotingly, "Go home and do your homework well, don't be impatient if you don't know how to answer Chinese questions, check your textbooks more, you must go through them in your mind , I’ll tell you when I come tomorrow.”

Wen Jinran agreed in a muffled voice.

Jin Wendong pushed him into his arms, resting his chin on the top of his head, "The exam will be taken soon, and liberal arts subjects must be included in the file. You have made a lot of progress in these monthly exams, so keep going."

"Oh," Wen Jinran struggled, but when Jin Wendong softened to him, he had no choice but to bury him obediently in front of his chest, with a sore nose, "My mother is busy with work, and she is at home. I can’t wait for a few days.”

This is his way of expressing his reluctance. Jin Wendong could hear it, and he was very satisfied. He let go of him reluctantly, and sighed, "It's the first time I've lived so much like a woman." Ink."

Wen Jinran lowered her head, and quietly grabbed the corner of Jin Wendong's school uniform with her right hand, "I don't want to go home."

Jin Wendong kissed him on the forehead, "Good boy, let's go, I'll take you to the school gate."

The small separation, the two made it seem like they would never see each other again, Jin Wendong escorted him all the way out, watched him get into Song Yaxiang's car with his own eyes, and when he turned to leave, he still couldn't laugh or cry.

The night fell silent, this was their first night apart.

For the next week, Song Yaxiang made up her mind to pick up Wen Jinran every day, stay at home and cook for him, like a real, ordinary mother, giving Wen Jinran enough care and care.

Song Yaxiang used her airtight love to monitor Wen Jinran and confine Wen Jinran, always paying attention to the slightest disturbance, for fear that something might go wrong.

After a long time, Wen Jinran also noticed that something was wrong in the peaceful days.

But he could only suppress the uneasiness in his heart and continue his school life. Day after day, because he couldn't get close enough time when parting and reuniting, his thoughts became more and more vigorous.

After school that day, Jin Wendong and Wen Jinran waited for a while as usual before sending him out of school.

Song Yaxiang was watching from not far away, she was holding a coat in her arms, it was for Wen Jinran, but she was wearing very thin clothes, with a flimsy appearance, causing many men on the road to wait and see.

Some people's eyes seemed to be admiring a beautiful flower, without any meaning, while others' eyes were very obscene, staying on her for a long time and refusing to look away, probably a lot of yellow waste in their brains.

But none of this has anything to do with her. Her eyes are clear and gentle, reflecting the boy who is slowly walking towards her. That is her son, her painstaking efforts, the bottom line she protects, cleaner than her, more beautiful than her. Smarter, the future has drawn two lines on him, one bright and the other obscure.

She stands here to drive those dark clouds away.

Today Jin Wendong still didn't follow, he just sent him to a distance not too far away, and let Wen Jinran walk over by himself, Song Yaxiang and him looked at each other from a distance across the road, one with dark eyes and the other with a smile.

Wen Jinran came over and called, "Mom."

Song Yaxiang revealed some unadjusted emotions. With a complicated expression, she handed Wen Jinran the jacket, then withdrew her hand, clutched the car keys tightly, and said, "Go home."

Wen Jinran got into the car, turned around to look at Jin Wendong who was standing alone at the school gate, the sky was dark, with the car lights on, he was stuck in the dark, and the darkness swallowed his face.

He had gotten used to this kind of moment recently, he just paused the hand closing the door, and then sat in obediently, Song Yaxiang fastened his seat belt, put in gear and left.

The car only left some exhaust fumes in a hurry, Jin Wendong stood with his pockets in his pockets, took out his phone after a long time, and looked at the chat history in the top column of WeChat.

[Do you have time to chat tomorrow? ]

[What to talk about, where to go. ]

[Just stay at home. ]

[it is good. ]

In the flat chat, you said one sentence to another, without even a superfluous emoji, Jin Wendong suddenly became addicted to cigarettes, anyway, at night, he simply walked forward, avoiding the guard in the duty room, He squatted at the entrance of an alley and lit a cigarette.

During these days of cohabitation, I smacked my fingers four or five times in total, and Wen Jinran didn't notice anything wrong at all. I originally thought about quitting silently, but before I could implement it, I was forced to start with Wen Jinran. side left.

He glanced at the chat log again, and the more he looked at it, the more ridiculous he felt. He stood up and extinguished the cigarette, and the sporadic fire quickly disappeared, turning into an inconspicuous little piece of rubbish on the side of the road.

Just like that, Jin Wendong stretched his waist and walked forward, and when he walked a long way, he suddenly stopped, shook his head and said with a smile to himself: "I have no quality."

Then he went back, picked up the cigarette butt, and threw it in the trash can casually.

The next day the weather was fine, the blue sky was cloudless, the sun was shining brightly, the flowers smiled at him, the birds chirped, but his mood was not so good.

He got up early in the morning, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and when he got dressed and was about to go out, he realized that it was already the weekend.

Wen Jinran has completely cured his problem of not wanting to go to school. Now he not only wants to go to school, but even wants to stay in school 24 hours a day. As long as Wen Jinran is sitting next to him, it doesn't matter if he doesn't want to hug him.

He threw himself back on the bed and meditated quietly for a while.

Turning on the phone, he found that the little landlord had sent him a lot of messages. He was shocked and immediately happy.

[This reading comprehension teacher didn't teach it before, it's so difficult, can you take a picture of your answer for me? ]

He drooped his eyelids and typed word by word——

[No

can

. ]

Wen Jinran came back: […]

Jin Wendong: [As soon as I came up, ask me questions. To be honest, did you fall in love with me because of my Chinese homework? ]

Wen Jinran's bewilderment could be felt across the screen: [Why should I fall in love with you for my Chinese homework? ]

Jin Wendong is not ashamed: [Because I am a top student. ]

Wen Jinran: [... Oh. ]

He came in the interest of teasing people, and sent a lot of cheeky words in succession, half of which were true and false.

[Do you miss me? ]

[I see you are thinking, thinking of waiting for my message holding the phone, otherwise how could it be a second reply. ]

[Oh, it's so lonely in the morning. ]

Wen Jinran only sent a few lines of ellipses at first, but then he simply kept silent, or threw the phone aside, and ignored him no more.

Jin Wendong lost his nerve to himself. After a while, he felt that it was boring again. A real person is no better than a cold mobile phone. With a real person in front of him, he can still observe his reaction and let him do this and that.

He exited the chat interface, just about to turn off the phone, when he saw a note, he remembered the few lines of conversation yesterday, and sat up immediately.

People should be here soon.