Tachycardia

Liu Yun's room faces the sun and has a bright balcony. There is a floor-to-ceiling window between the balcony and the bedroom. It is very spacious and bright during the day, but it is easy to ventilate at night, especially in winter.

The doctor tied up Liu Yun and put her on the bed to check her body. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with her, she told the nurse a few words and left after yawning.

During this period, Jin Wendong watched quietly without saying a word.

The nurse went over and drew the curtains, and turned on the heating in the room. It was very warm. Everyone had just come down from the top floor. Suddenly exposed to the temperature, some couldn't get used to it. Jin Wendong was young and full of blood. sweat.

Jin Botao came over and took a look and then left. He didn't like Liu Yun's room, he almost hated it. The husband and wife are disgusted by seeing each other now. Liu Yun, who is in a peaceful state of mind, would suddenly scream when he saw him. Even more excited, Shengsheng wiped away the last bit of guilt that Jin Botao had left towards her.

Every time at this time, Jin Wendong would laugh, not knowing how they got to get married in the first place, it was clearly not suitable anywhere, it can be seen that Jin Botao has worked hard for the current position of power - in the pursuit of Liu Yun, falling in love with Liu Yun, getting married and having children.

It's early morning.

The nurses were two women. After tidying up Liu Yun, he turned around and said to Jin Wendong, "Do you want to stay and talk to her alone?"

Afraid of another mistake tonight, the nurses were going to stay and watch the night, Jin Wendong nodded, and they went out to avoid it.

Liu Yun half-closed her eyes and fell into a drowsy state. In her eyes, the world should be blurred, distorted, and grotesque, right?Jin Wendong's eyes fell on her thin torso, and he was stunned for a moment.

He moved over to a chair, sat down, bowed his waist, and sighed deeply.

Liu Yun shifted her gaze to his face, and the cloudy eyeballs could still be seen in the narrowed eyes.

The silent light hit her cheeks, softening her thin and high cheekbones. Jin Wendong suddenly stretched out a hand, wanting to touch her, but he paused in mid-air, and quickly retracted it.

He is not used to being close to her, even though she is his mother, sometimes there will be a flash of hatred in Liu Yun's eyes when she looks at him.

"I can't stay for long," Jin Wendong said suddenly, "I should be leaving soon."

He paused: "...Did you call me just now?"

Of course Liu Yun wouldn't answer his words, Jin Wendong took out his pockets, habitually touched cigarettes, but when he was empty, he remembered that he had quit smoking a long time ago.

When thinking of Yan, it is inevitable to bring out another person. Wen Jinran's bright white face was reflected in his mind, he lowered his eyes and smiled, "I want to bring you to see someone in the future."

Liu Yun was given medicine, and now she couldn't lift her eyelids.

"Probably after the college entrance examination?" Jin Wendong was unaffected. When he mentioned Wen Jinran, his eyes were full of longing, and his tense nerves relaxed a lot. I know that you have long lost control of your behavior."

After saying this, there was another silence.

Jin Wendong wiped his face—this was actually a very helpless action, his nerves were exhausted, if he didn't have a strong mind, his peers would have collapsed long ago.

The bedroom door was knocked several times, and the voice of the nurse came from outside the door, saying that Liu Yun should rest.

He stood up, Liu Yun's closed eyes struggled to open a little, he had walked a few steps, turned his head, and looked at her: "...you used to be my shame."

What now?

Jin Wendong didn't continue to say the rest, he put his hands in his pockets, and unlike the usual sloppy standing posture, his body was actually upright, his face was as sinking as water, and there was a careless indifference in his solemnity.Liu Yun was still looking at him, bewildered like a child.

When he opened the door, the cold wind hit his face, and he suddenly wanted to go back to Wen Jinran as soon as possible.

Sitting on the semi-old sofa in the old house, Jin Botao sat with his broad shoulders facing Jin Wendong. He raised one hand and put it on the armrest of the sofa, dragging his chin to doze off. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he opened it slowly. eyes.

Jin Wendong didn't plan to talk to him, he was extremely exhausted and didn't have the energy to have that kind of stinging conversation again.

He walked out without saying a word, Jin Botao was not in a hurry, and there was an unconcealable tiredness in his tone: "What are you going to do?"

Jin Wendong raised his hand and pushed the door open, not intending to speak.

Jin Botao was a little annoyed, rubbed the center of his brows, and dropped a bomb directly without talking nonsense: "Are you going to your Aunt Song's son's house?"

——Jin Wendong was startled suddenly, his exhausted nerves tensed up to the extreme in an instant.

Wen Jinran was tossing and turning on the bed at home. He finished the hot soup that Jin Wendong gave him. His stomach was warm, but his surroundings were not warm. It was icy cold from the knees down.

He curled up his legs, wrapped the quilt tightly, thinking about Song Yaxiang's attitude, and Jin Wendong's familiar relationship with her before he left.

After Jin Wendong left, Song Yaxiang kept silent, Wen Jinran didn't dare to talk to her casually, it was the first time he was so nervous in front of her, and went back to the room tremblingly.

He was afraid that Song Yaxiang would separate him from Jin Wendong if she opened her mouth, but if she didn't open her mouth, he felt a lot of guilt.

After wrapping up for a while, the bed became colder and colder, and the quietness in the room made him suffocate. Every time he was separated from Jin Wendong, it was a double torture for him both mentally and physically.

When Jin Wendong was around, he was not afraid of insomnia, because Jin Wendong would never fall asleep when he was awake, but when Jin Wendong was gone, he was afraid of having nightmares even when he fell asleep.

He changed his position carefully, but still let the cold wind blow in, his eyes were wide open, he didn't feel sleepy at all, and his nose suddenly felt a little sore.

You don't need to look at your watch to know that it's already late, Jin Wendong said he'll be back soon, a big liar.

Wen Jinran felt aggrieved and buried the tip of his nose in the bed. After a day of class, he came back and did his homework non-stop. In fact, he was already tired, but Jin Wendong's departure made him panic, and the heat suffocated his eyes. His cheeks were hot, but his feet were not warm, and his head was dizzy. In the end, only Jin Wendong's magnified handsome face remained, smiling gently at him.

He spent the night in this half-asleep, half-awake state.

The night passed, and Jin Wendong still didn't come back.

Wen Jinran woke up the next day, not long after his feet warmed up, he lazily lingered for a while, until he couldn't procrastinate any longer, then got dressed, brushed his teeth and washed his face. In the mirror was a swollen, pale, haggard face.

His eyes were so red as rabbits that he could barely see.

Song Yaxiang was still in the bedroom, Wen Jinran didn't intend to call her up, but packed up and went out quietly. He still hoped to see Jin Wendong in the corridor or downstairs, but he was soon disappointed.

Not only the corridors and the community, but he went to school, only to find that Jin Wendong didn't even go to school.

Call him and he won't answer, text message won't reply.For a while, the world seemed to evaporate, and even Lao Wang turned a blind eye to his skipping class.

Wen Jinran was in a state of despair, his right eyelid twitched all day long, when the students around him asked him where Jin Wendong had gone, he just buried his head and pretended to sleep, the classmate was stunned for a moment, then he didn't dare to talk to him again up.

For three consecutive days, Jin Wendong did not show up.

He disappeared into his life, and the adults around him were silent, pretending that this person never existed in an extremely tacit understanding. They had their own things to be busy with, and even Wen Jinran had to concentrate on his studies—even though he didn't It’s just that I can’t continue studying.

Song Yaxiang was at home every day again, except for the day when Wen Jinran deliberately avoided her, she still took Wen Jinran to and from school as usual.

It’s just that when mother and child are in the same space, silence will overwhelm them. Wen Jinran refuses to communicate with anyone when he is in a bad mood. His mother was an exception before. This time he included his mother, and immersed himself in his own world. , as if suffering from aphasia.

Song Yaxiang felt uncomfortable looking at it, but she had nothing to say, or she dared not tell Wen Jinran that she was afraid of letting Wen Jinran know about her being a mistress. What a huge blow this would be to Wen Jinran?

She vaguely understood in her heart that something must have happened to Jin Wendong, if she hadn't kept this secret when her son was at his lowest point...

With the community close at hand, Song Yaxiang drove the car into the parking garage. As soon as the car stopped, Wen Jinran unfastened her seat belt and got out of the car, waiting numbly for her to pull the handbrake to turn off the engine.

She pulled out the key, and before she opened the car door, her cell phone rang suddenly, and the caller ID showed "Mr. Jin".

Song Yaxiang panicked, and seemed to cover the notes inadvertently, and raised her eyes to look at Wen Jinran, who was unconscious, standing still with downcast eyes, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

She finally answered the call, and Jin Botao's steady voice came into her brain through the phone, her scalp was numb, and after hanging up the phone, she said to Wen Jinran, "Of course, can you go home first?"

Wen Jinran was unexpectedly vigilant this time, he stared at Song Yaxiang suddenly, his beautiful and misty eyes showed a little bit of sternness and temptation that was not obvious.

Song Yaxiang felt sour when her meek son looked at her like this, thinking that he would not agree, so she remembered to send him home.

As a result, Wen Jin took a step back, turned around and left without saying a word.

While Song Yaxiang breathed a sigh of relief, she looked at his back and smiled wryly.

Jin Botao called her to go home. The house was a villa that the Jin family didn't live in very often. It had been forgotten for many years. When Song Yaxiang was called, the servants were busy and there was a row of bodyguards outside the door.

This place is a suburban area, sparsely populated, Song Yaxiang was not stopped, and met Jin Botao smoothly.

He sits on a soft leather chair in the study room. There is no office work. There is an ashtray in front of him, which is already full. The room smells of smoke, and those who don't smoke can smoke out their tears when they go in.

When Song Yaxiang saw him, her dignified and feminine appearance instantly became a little more charming, and her voice was soft and gentle: "Why do you smoke so much?"

Jin Botao rested his forehead and sighed, and she went over to help him massage his temples. The soft breasts of a woman were pressed against his elbow, with some intentional or unintentional seduction—men are usually talkative in front of lust, and Jin Botao naturally couldn't. Free from vulgarity.

Song Yaxiang understands this truth, and is willing to use this to create opportunities for herself to speak.

But this time she failed to seduce Jin Botao, because Jin Botao pushed her away in the next second, raised his hand and lit another cigarette, took a deep breath impatiently, and said straight in: "My son and your son's thing, how much do you know?"