Tachycardia

It was already the second day after Wen Jinran woke up, the bed was hot as if a stove was simmering, but there was nothing beside him.

There was a glass of water on the bedside table, and he could reach it with a little stretch of his arm. When he touched it, it was warm.

He was still a little unconscious, but his head pain was gone, and the fever should have subsided. For a moment, he wondered if the Jin Wendong who appeared in front of him last night was just a dream of his own.

The bedroom was very quiet, reflecting the faint voices of conversation in the living room. Wen Jinran stood up, and was about to open the door when she suddenly stopped.

——The words Jin Wendong said before he went home last night came to his mind word by word.

He said that Song Yaxiang was his father's mistress.

This mother, who had lived with him for more than ten years, also quietly acted as a stepmother.

Wen Jinran supported the door with his arms, and suddenly felt a little dizzy again. At this time, the voice outside the door became clearer, and only Jin Wendong's voice was at first. He thought he was talking to himself, but after listening for a while, he finally heard the sound. know not.

Should be on the phone.

"Go back?" Jin Wendong sneered, "I didn't expect that Aunt Song would really dare to throw me out. This woman has left you, and she has become more and more decisive and merciless in her actions."

Jin Botao tried to calm down: "She is also for her son, just like I am for you now, there must be someone to drag you out of the fire pit."

"Don't tell me, I never felt like I was in a pit of fire," Jin Wendong sarcastically said, "But you kicked me in the door and closed the door. I live in dire straits, and I have never seen you feel distressed." Relentless."

"You don't need to use these fallacies to provoke me," Jin Botao no longer accepts his tricks, "Come back now, maybe I can discuss the solution to this matter with you, if you come back late, you I can't guarantee that the future of that little boyfriend will be ruined by you."

In the past at this time, the father and son talked about this place and they must have collapsed, but after Jin Wendong was "imprisoned" for a few days, his mood settled a lot, and his anger was not so easily aroused.

Jin Botao, on the other hand, smoked too much and thought too much about disciplining his son. He thought that he did not give Jin Wendong a lot of fatherly love, and he never spent too much energy on him, neglected too much, and made mistakes. The problem is that sooner or later, I can't blame my son. In fact, most of the responsibility lies with him.

After thinking for three days without success, he could only come to one conclusion: maybe he could give his son more patience.

However, it is easy to make a decision, but it is really not easy to implement it. He suppressed the urge to swear, and for a moment he felt that the silent son was not pleasing to the eye than the one who was easily provoked, and he couldn't let him swear heartily.

"You let me think about it." Jin Wendong paused for a while, "Give me some time, don't touch Wen Jinran, I will go back."

Jin Botao didn't expect that he would really give in, and he was stunned for a moment: "Then today, before dark, I don't see your people, and I will bear the consequences."

After he finished saying this, Jin Wendong hung up right here, with a "beep" sound from the handset, and the moment he hung up, he let out a little bit of anger, thinking: This person can still be saved.

After hanging up the phone, Song Yaxiang, who was sitting in front of Jin Wendong, trembled almost imperceptibly.

Jin Wendong didn't pursue her intentions, but he was helpless in the bottom of his heart, and sighed: "Aunt Song, why are you bothering?"

Maybe it was numb, Song Yaxiang raised her head, her beautiful almond eyes were a bit dull, fear and heartache were hidden in the deepest part, she opened her mouth and said indifferently: "My son is not you, you can do whatever you want, I have to do it for him For the sake of your future, offending your father is just a frequent family conflict for you, but for us—”

"It's a catastrophe."

Wen Jinran, who was half-closed to the door in the bedroom, was startled when he heard this.

He slowly moved his head away, put his hands on the door, and propped up his body. His confused nerves seemed to be struck by a bolt of lightning, which suddenly illuminated his entire heart.

Jin Wendong fell silent, perhaps because he didn't know what to say anymore, taking advantage of this gap, Wen Jinran made some noise on purpose, he heard rustling noises outside the door, and after a while, he became quiet.

After he opened the door again, the sofa where Song Yaxiang was sitting on was already vacant, and only Jin Wendong stepped forward to meet her.

——His expression still looks normal, you can't see it at all. Just now, he called his father to quarrel. Although Wen Jinran couldn't hear what Jin Botao said on the phone, but through his tone, he knew it was not a good thing .

Even under this kind of pressure, Jin Wendong still held on and didn't tell him anything.

Without waiting for him to speak, Wen Jinran said softly, "I heard everything just now."

Jin Wendong didn't expect him to say this, and he was quite at a loss for a moment. He was stunned for a moment, and then asked softly: "How much did you hear?"

Wen Jinran: "All."

All the answers to this question are actually very vague, but Jin Wendong's good brain is usually not easy to use in front of him. He believed him, and after a moment of silence, he said: "It's actually not easy for your mother to sell me. It's reasonable, don't blame her."

"I know, I understand," Wen Jinran remained calm, trying to cover the topic he cared about, "Then your father, you..."

Jin Wendong raised his hand, touched his face, stroked it twice, and did not let go, his eyes were still very gentle up to this moment, he smiled, and interrupted him: "Baby, he Gave me a day to think, but I didn't have to think at all."

Wen Jinran looked at him blankly.

"He knows my weakness and threatened me with you, how can I not compromise?" Jin Wendong lowered his head and kissed his mouth, and it was easy to break up, but he didn't leave, and stuck close to each other, "So we There's still one more day."

Wen Jinran understood, he lowered his eyes very slowly, his long eyelashes swept across Jin Wendong's eyelids, and when they opened again, they were stained with crystal liquid.

"My little landlord." This was the first time Jin Wendong saw his tears without panic. Instead, he was very calm. He moved his lips, touched his eyelashes lightly, and kissed the tears. "We will not separate, peasants." My slave status is still with the little landlord. I will desperately protect my little landlord in my life, but the peasants and the little landlord will not be able to meet for a while. I don’t know if the little landlord can be strong and independent during this time. Will it last until our liberation?"

Wen Jinran buried his head in his neck, sobbing and crying, Jin Wendong kissed his ears, his eyes were also red, but he didn't cry, he just asked repeatedly: "Can I?"

Wen Jinran nodded fiercely, but said: "I don't want to be alone, come back quickly!"

Jin Wendong's answer was a rough and fierce kiss.

This kiss had a salty taste of tears, Wen Jinran felt that he was crying, but because he could not see with his eyes closed, he was not sure, besides, he had enough tears, maybe it was just his own.

There was only one day, they didn't go out that day, and Wen Jinran didn't go to school, they were lying in bed, the long-lost heat made Wen Jinran very comfortable, Song Yaxiang didn't move all day, maybe she hid out.

When the evening came, Wen Jinran's emotions were not as intense as they were at the beginning. Jin Wendong said he would not let him go, never for the rest of his life, so he believed it.

Waiting with hope and hope is much better than his sudden disappearance without any news.

Wen Jinran sent Jin Wendong out. He wanted to go all the way to the gate of the community, but when he got downstairs, he found two black cars parked downstairs. Looking at the expensive models, he knew what he was here for.

Jin Wendong rubbed his hands, put them on his lips and kissed them, and took two bites before leaving. His eyes were smiling, and Wen Jinran followed him with a smile, revealing two sweet dimples. He obediently said: "You go."

"Of course," Jin Wendong stopped smiling, and said in a very low tone with earnest and obsessive eyes, "I love you."

After speaking, he turned around and left, leaving no time for Wen Jinran to react, leaving only a hasty and broad back.

At this moment, Wen Jinran looked at his back, and suddenly had a proud thought - that boring boy had grown up and became an adult together with him.

They are not children anymore, they are adults.

When the last bit of exhaust gas from the car's butt could no longer be smelled, Wen Jinran returned home. There were no footsteps in the corridor, and it seemed lonely and boring.

The home was even more suffocatingly quiet. After staying with Jin Wendong for a day, the feeling of being suddenly pulled away after the warmth came seemed even more unbearable than the previous few days.

He froze for a while in the middle of the living room.

The daytime light was on unobstructedly above his head, and he didn’t feel anything during the day, but as soon as Jin Wendong left, the aftereffects of his fever came out suddenly, his hands and feet were sore, and his spirit was a little tired .

But he figured out some things, and he thought it would be better to say these things, so he knocked on the door of Song Yaxiang's bedroom, and there were a few crisp sounds of bones knocking on the wooden board, which was especially clear in the quiet home.

Song Yaxiang said in a vague voice, "Of course? What's wrong?"

Wen Jinran paused, and called her, "Mom."

He paused again: "Can you come out? I want to... chat with you. "

There was silence inside, and not long after, the door opened, revealing the orange light inside. Wen Jinran first saw his mother's haggard face, and then glanced in unconsciously—the quilts and sheets were neat, and Song Yaxiang was in the room. Sitting in front of her dresser all day.

The mother and son looked at each other for a moment, but they didn't know what to say.

"I asked for leave for you at your school," she finally chose a topic, "Just go to class tomorrow as usual. Your teacher Wang said that you can go to the office to find a teacher to make up for your studies."

Wen Jinran pursed her lips and said, "Okay."

Another moment of silence.

He gave way to Song Yaxiang in the aisle, the direction was towards the living room, his eyes were on his mother, but the hand she couldn't see in the direction was quietly clenched, and he was pinching uncomfortably.

Now there is no Jin Wendong who can be his pillar.

He needs to be strong, and it would be best if he could help Jin Wendong a little bit.

After pumping himself up secretly in his heart, he finally had the strength to speak, "Mom, can we talk for a while?"