Chapter 141 Die yesterday, live today

Jin Heng pointed the not-so-sharp knife at Jin Changqing, and then walked up to him step by step. His shadow was stretched and distorted by the moonlight outside the window. When he saw Jin Changqing's panic, he smiled with interest, and his tonecalm,

"Don't you want money? Go underground and I'll burn it for you."

Jin Heng's hatred for him was even greater than that of people like Jiang Shaolong, who lost his mother at a young age, was in debt, and lived a torn apart life for more than ten years because of Jin Changqing, a gambler.

When Jin Changqing heard this, before he could speak, he saw a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and the blade was stabbed directly. He was so frightened that he quickly ran away, and while running out in a hurry, he yelled in shock: "Jin Heng! You are crazy,I am your father!"

Jin Heng turned a deaf ear and the first stab went crooked. He was about to stab him a second time, but the system held his left leg tightly and prevented him from moving. When he saw Jin Changqing was about to run out, he simply threw away the knife and restrained him with his arm.Using his neck, he pulled the person back from the door and struggled in a ball on the ground.

Jin Changqing is an adult after all. He broke away from Jin Heng's restraints several times and punched him in the face in anger: "Fuck you, I should have strangled you to death when you were born. I said, money is here."where!"

Jin Heng was beaten so hard that he turned his head away, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He covered his face and lay on the ground, his dark eyes blocked by his hair, staring at Jin Changqing, just smiling, which was creepy.

Jin Changqing's expression gradually turned ferocious. He grabbed Jin Heng's neck and shook it hard. He felt that his son's face overlapped with that of his late wife. In addition to feeling guilty, he also felt flustered: "She's just as annoying as your damn mother. She said, where is the money! If you don’t tell me, I will strangle you to death!”

The system became like an ant on a hot pot. It flew over and hit Jin Changqing hard twice: "Let go! Let go!"

However, Jin Changqing couldn't feel the existence of the system at all. He strangled Jin Heng's throat and tried to persuade him: "I am your biological father, and you actually want to kill me?! Take out the money, take it out, and let me turn over the book one last time.How much money do we need to win back!"

Jin Heng said nothing. He tilted his head with difficulty and groped with one hand on the ground, trying to touch the knife that fell on the ground.

Now that Jiang Shaolong has dropped out of school, Pang Yifan is not having a good time. If he dies today, Jin Heng will not regret it, but he will definitely drag Jin Changqing to die with him.

There were constant sounds of fighting in the small rental house, which even woke up the neighbors, but few people came out to see it. At best, they would have received a thousand knives for cursing through the door and window.

Wen Yan had just returned from the hospital. He originally just wanted to confirm whether Jin Heng had arrived home, but it turned out that the old building was not soundproof, and he could hear some slight movements while standing at the bottom of the alley. After he realized something, his expression changed and he immediately rushed forward.Go up.

Jin Heng's vision was blurred due to excessive hypoxia. In a daze, he touched something sharp and cold. He didn't know where the strength came from. He tightened his fingertips and grasped it hard, and then moved toward the person who was pinching his neck.He scratched hard with one hand.

"ah!"

Just when Jin Changqing screamed because of the pain, the closed door was suddenly kicked open with a bang. Wen Yan saw this messy scene when he walked in. His pupils shrank suddenly and he grabbed Jin Changqing's collar without even thinking., knocking the person to the ground, and quickly went to check on Jin Heng's condition.

"Jin Heng!"

Jin Heng covered his neck and staggered up from the ground, still holding the knife tightly in his hand. He saw Wen Yan appearing in front of him, and saw Jin Changqing rushing out of the door. He expected that he would not be able to catch up, but his fingertips finally loosened up, and the sharp weaponHe fell to the ground with a clang, and a hoarse and broken cough came from his throat.

Wen Yan grabbed his shoulders, frowned and said anxiously: "Jin Heng?!"

Jin Heng actually had no strength left. He leaned against the desk and slowly slid down. His throat was burning and his chest was rising and falling. After taking a few breaths, he struggled to raise his head to look at Wen Yan.

Jin Heng moved his lips, his eyes were covered by the strands of hair on his forehead, his voice was so mute that he couldn't hear it at all. He even had the mood to laugh: "Why are you here..."

Wen Yan wanted to ask something, but he was afraid that something would happen to Jin Heng, so he pulled him up from the ground and wanted to carry him to the hospital, but the latter didn't want to go and avoided his hand: "It's okay, he can't die."

Wen Yan saw the bloody knife on the ground and glanced over Jin Heng's body, but he didn't see any skin injuries. It could only be from the man just now. He held Jin Heng's hand and stared at the corner of his mouth.Damage: "What happened?!"

Jin Heng's emotions always come and go quickly. Now he has calmed down. He lowered his head and slowly wiped the blood between his fingers with the hem of his clothes, exposing his evil deeds to his eyes without any obstruction., and said slowly and lightly: "Oh... I wanted to kill him, but he ran away."

"..."

Wen Yan looked at him without saying anything, and the air fell into silence for a moment.

Jin Heng didn't raise his head, he just sat in the mess, wiping the blood between his fingers with the hem of his clothes, over and over again, focused and paranoid, with such force that his knuckles turned blue, but the blood dried up and solidified into scabs.It can't be wiped off.

Wen Yan suddenly said: "Stop wiping."

Jin Heng turned a deaf ear and wiped his fingers vigorously. Wen Yan held his hand, his eyes a little red: "Stop wiping!"

Wen Yan didn't know who the middle-aged man was, or why Jin Heng wanted to kill him. He only knew that when he rushed in, Jin Heng was lying on the ground almost dead. That scene made him feel... for the first time in his life.panic.

Wen Yan ignored Jin Heng's struggle and held him in his arms soothingly. Looking at the signs of fighting around him, he clenched his teeth. After a long while, he managed to say a word: "It's okay, I'm here."

Wen Yan grasped his cold hand and said, "I'm here."

After he finished speaking, after a long time, he pulled Jin Heng up from the ground, forced him to go to the kitchen to wash his hands, then made the scattered bed, let Jin Heng lie on it, and wrapped him tightly in a quilt,He also lay on his side.

Wen Yan hugged him tightly and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep."

There was a faint smell of tobacco on his clothes, and the young man's figure was not necessarily generous, but it gave people a sense of security. He used his arms to wrap Jin Heng tightly in his arms.

Jin Heng opened his eyes in the dark night. With a ray of light, he could vaguely see the mottled bruises on Wen Yan's face. He looked at him quietly: "You got into a fight."

There are no gangsters who don't fight. Even if Wen Yan doesn't want to stir up trouble, he can't just be a tortoise when others come to his door. In the afternoon, he had a fight with people from another school, because there were less people, so he would inevitably get hurt.

Wen Yan didn't care much, he touched the swollen scar on his face, then looked at the bruise on Jin Heng's mouth, touched it lightly with his fingertips, then retracted his hand, and gently covered Jin Heng with his warm palm.Heng's eyes: "Yeah."

Wen Yan said: "We won."

Jin Heng said nothing. His vision was completely dark. He could only feel the constant warmth from Wen Yan's palm. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally he fell asleep.

Wen Yan waited for a long time, and when he finally felt Jin Heng's breathing gradually calming down, he finally stood up gently. Fortunately, the old bed didn't fall off the chain at this time and make some messy sounds.

The ground was full of mess.

Wen Yan used his mobile phone to illuminate it, leaned over and put everything back to its original place, including the clothes that had been rummaged through in the closet. After folding them all, he quietly closed the cabinet door.

Finally there was the knife on the ground covered in blood.

Wen Yan stared at it for a long time, then leaned over and wrapped it in a paper towel to pick it up. He walked into the kitchen and washed away the blood with water. He wrapped it layer by layer in a towel and plastic bag. After hesitating for a while, he finally put it in his schoolbag.

A blue ball of light fell quietly on the desk, motionless like an ornament. 009 was connected to Jin Heng's sea of consciousness. It noticed that Jin Heng's emotions were chaotic and ups and downs, and fluttered its wings and landed gently.Next to the pillow, a blue energy line as thin as a gossamer penetrated into his brain.

Jin Heng fell into a long dream.

On a majestic rainy night, the alley below my house is in the same place.

At this time, Jin Heng had finished the college entrance examination, but Jin Changqing had a lot of debt outside, so he broke into the house and stole all the valuables.

The gold necklace left behind by his late wife before her death, and the savings that Jin Heng saved while working and studying, but Jin Changqing didn't care about that, he took whatever was valuable, and the already empty home ended up being like a robber breaking into the house., there is nothing left.

Jin Changqing took the bank card and went to withdraw money tremblingly and excitedly. However, after trying the password several times, he couldn't get it right. In the end, he could only turn back angrily. Who would have thought that Jin Heng would be standing at the entrance of the corridor waiting for him, his hands quietly falling by his side?, clutched tightly.

Jin Changqing did not hold an umbrella, and the heavy rain rain poured down on his head, like a greedy drowned dog: "Aheng, what is the bank card password? What is the password?!"

Jin Heng said nothing. He walked down the steps step by step with his hands behind his back. The cold rain drenched him. He lowered his head as if he was brewing something. His hands were shaking because of fear and hatred.

Jin Changqing raised the volume and almost roared: "What is the password!"

Jin Heng's hands behind his back were tense. He took a deep breath, slowly looked up at Jin Changqing in the rain, and said in a low and trembling voice: "Give me the card and my mother's relics."…”

The money is needed to go to college, and the relics cannot be thrown away.

Jin Changqing hated Jin Heng's unwillingness to accept anything, so he grabbed his collar and pressed it against the wall: "People are dead, what's the use of keeping those broken things? Is money as important as your father's life?"?! Do you want to watch me get hacked to death by a loan shark?!"

Jin Heng's eyes were empty, and the rain fell down his face. He only stubbornly repeated one sentence: "Give me back the card, and my mother's belongings..."

His attitude obviously angered Jin Changqing. The mottled walls were covered with dust, the street lamps were in disrepair, and two figures wrestling with each other could be vaguely seen, rolling on the ground together, their clothes covered with mud.

Later, Wen Yan arrived, and then there was a melee between three people in the alley...

It wasn't until a scream rang out that the air suddenly became silent. The three of them stepped back and distanced themselves like an electric shock. There was a soft clang, and the blade fell to the ground. Jin Changqing covered his abdomen, and slowly fell down with a pale face, and a little bit of dazzling blood.Spread out and drip down between your fingers.

The scene was dark and chaotic, who did it?

No one knows, including the man hiding the knife.

Seeing this, Jin Heng staggered back, his face as white as a piece of paper, his back pressed against the wall, and then he looked at Wen Yan blankly. After a long time, he finally said in a difficult and hoarse voice: "I killed someone."...?"

Somewhat unbelievable.

He asked Wen Yan: "I...killed someone?"

Jin Heng's thin body almost couldn't withstand the blow of the heavy rain, as if it would disappear in the next moment. His lips were pale, his eyes were dark, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on his face, which made his body completely cold..

He just wants his money back...

He doesn't want to be bullied anymore...

He thought, he wanted to leave here...

That's all.

Wen Yan was also in a daze, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He reacted very quickly, clenched Jin Heng's hand amidst the thunder, and reminded him in a low voice, word for word, with a cruel tone: "It's not you!"

If it’s not Jin Heng, who is that?

Wen Yan picked up the knife on the ground, and the blood was quickly washed away by the rain. Only Jin Changqing lay half-dead on the ground, his bank card fell beside him, covered in mud.

Jin Heng’s grades are very good...

Jin Heng has finished the exam...

Jin Heng will soon go to a key university...

Wen Yan picked up the bank card with trembling fingertips, then hurriedly wiped the mud off with his clothes, and stuffed it into Jin Heng's hand. His face was calm, but his tight figure revealed that he was also panicking inside.He looked around and found that there was no surveillance here, so he said to Jin Heng, "Go upstairs."

Jin Heng didn't move.

Wen Yan pushed him hard and said in a fierce voice: "Go upstairs!"

Jin Heng seemed to be frightened by him, and ran upstairs with a pale face. As he ran, he looked back. Through the heavy rain, Wen Yan's figure was a little blurry, but he was also looking at Jin Heng.

Like a rope that was suddenly cut and broken into two sections, it went further and further away.

Jin Heng's body sank into the corridor. He fell down, got up, and continued walking up. He was breathing heavily and shaking all over. It was as if his strength had been drained. He couldn't even support his body. He was in an extremely embarrassed state..

Wen Yan stood downstairs.

The rain pattered.He once said something to Jin Heng: "If you pass the exam, don't come back."

Jin Heng thought so too. After he finished the exam, he was just one step away from getting out of the quagmire. He couldn't... couldn't ruin it here...

The short few floors seemed to have no end, and he could not climb to the top. In a daze, Jin Heng heard the sounds of ambulances and police cars, and he paused. The balcony was right next to him, but he did not dare toTake a look back.

A desperate situation was winding behind him, and he could no longer turn back.

The alley was so dark and chaotic. No one knew how Jin Changqing was injured, including himself. Maybe he bumped into it accidentally, or someone stabbed him deliberately. Only God knows the answer.

But if Jin Heng wants to escape, he needs someone to stand under his feet.

One person has to pay for his freedom and endure years in prison.

The dream was damp and twisted, and the smell of blood was everywhere. It was difficult for the system to adapt to such negative energy, and the energy detection was slowly withdrawn.

Jin Heng's breathing suddenly became rapid. He lay on the bed, clutching the sheets under him, like a fish out of water and struggling to death. Wen Yan noticed his heavy breathing and hurriedly walked to the bedside, only to see Jin Heng.His eyes were closed tightly, his head was covered with cold sweat, and he uttered one word as if he was dreaming: "Wen..."

Warm what?

Wen Yan moved closer.

"temperature……"

Warm what?

Wen Yan got closer.

Jin Heng's tense figure suddenly released his strength, and he moved his lips silently: "Smell... the inflammation..."

It turned out to be calling him.

Wen Yan glanced at him and saw that it was late, so he lay down gently on the bed, then hugged Jin Heng again and patted his back unfamiliarly: "Yes, I'm here."

He's always there.

The clock on the wall was ticking. When the night fell, Jin Heng suddenly opened his eyes. He could not see anything clearly. He could only feel the burning body temperature of the person next to him and the embrace smelling of tobacco, motionless.

The system flew in front of him: "Are you awake?"

Its blue body lights up the ceiling.

Jin Heng slowly rolled his eyes and said nothing.

The system said: "You are punishing yourself with other people's mistakes."

It couldn't catch Jin Heng doing anything wrong, because he didn't have to say anything or do anything. Wen Yan had already spontaneously done everything for Jin Heng, right or wrong, good or evil.

For the first time, the system said this to Jin Heng: "You only have one chance. If you can't seize it, it's really gone."

Human life is so short. The encounters of some people are gifts, and the encounters of some people are lessons. But when life comes to the end, all memories are cleared, and some people will never meet again.

The gift is only once and the lesson is only once.

Jin Heng has one more chance than others, but he insists on turning the gift into a lesson. If this is the case, the system will feel it is a pity and a waste.

The system flapped its wings lightly: "Do you want to live?"

Jin Heng said nothing.

The system said: "If you really don't want to live, I can take back your chance of rebirth, and everything you have now will disappear."

"..."

Jin Heng finally reacted. He slowly turned his head in the dark night. Through the faint blue light of the system, he could vaguely distinguish Wen Yan's deep facial features, heartbeat, and body temperature. They were all real, a living person.

When being held, Jin Heng felt as if he was alive.

He thought a lot about his past life, this life, Jiang Shaolong, Pang Yifan, Jin Changqing, his mother, and...

Wen Yan...

"live……"

Jin Heng looked at the system and suddenly moved his lips silently, saying word by word: "I want to live."

He wants to live.

He wants to live better than anyone else.

Wen Yan was fast asleep, with bruises from the fight on the corners of his mouth, and gauze wrapped around his wrists. Even in his sleep, his brows were furrowed.Jin Heng looked at him for a long time.Then she slowly turned around in the dark night and hugged him little by little, her body temperature burning and her heart beating.

They all need to live.

They are all alive.