Don’t Talk To Me!

Ever since the two were together, Yu Sheng found his soft heart became more and more inexplicable.

Even if he knew that this person started talking nonsense again, Yu Sheng's footsteps still paused involuntarily. He couldn't throw the person down and walked out the door immediately.

Jin Linkun is still lost. It is said that the boyfriend who is about to lonely sing has turned back and dragged him over, stuffing something in his hand.

Jin Linkun looked down, it was a pen.

The traditional Parker brand, with a marble blue arrow and a heavy weight pressed into his hand, was held with a little temperature.

"Pull your word." The boyfriend's tone was still rushing, that is, his ears didn't know why it was a bit red, "Your teacher texted that you couldn't help writing a continuous pen."

Jin Linkun was slightly dumb and coughed lightly: "It's not unbearable, it's our teacher who must ask me to print the bulletin board and let me write a message for my senior three students..."

Thinking of Yu Sheng when they came to their class, he might see that he seriously wrote the wild grass of a blackboard.

As a result, no one knew.

Their class teacher felt that he couldn't hold back the pen. Their classmates agreed that this was probably some kind of mysterious abstract art work, and some people speculated that this was the secret code for the communication between the **** of learning and the palace of knowledge.

The secret code has spread very widely. More and more people have come to worship recently. Sometimes they can also find two bottles of cola and a few bags of noodles underneath. It is said to be an offering to try to summon knowledge.

Jin Linkun felt that most of them were stunned.

Although the misunderstanding made it quite big, he did not expect that the child actually took this matter into his mind.

The pen is so beautiful that you know it is in your hand.

Thinking of the love quotes that Liang Yifan and others shared in the space two days ago, "I should use a pen when I am in love", "I hold the pen like you", Jin Linkun looked at Yu Sheng's hand , I was moved: "Does it work? You use it for me for two days first..."

"Easy to use, I tried it." Yu Sheng nodded. "The ink is good, and it doesn't linger. It's okay to write the answer sheet."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Boyfriend is too pragmatic, and sometimes not suitable for developing a romantic atmosphere.

Yu Sheng didn't realize his romantic point at all, and felt that the birthday gift should have been enough to appease Jin Linkun, pulled the man over, raised his arms and rubbed two of his hair indiscriminately: "Okay, you'll pack and tidy, I'll go first— —”

Only halfway through, the door suddenly heard a slight clicking sound.

One hour before the landing of the plane flight sent by Ms. Li to her son, the unlocking sound appeared at this time is particularly strange.

Especially the people outside the door seemed to be very cautious, except for the deliberately slow and slow unlocking sound, even the sound of conversation was not heard.

Jin Linkun instinctively opened his arms and circled the person behind him: "Are you calling someone?"

"No." Yu Sheng knew that Jin Linkun's parents were coming back, so he didn't let a group of people come to play tricks, "thief?"

Jin Linkun also felt that it was possible to quickly turn off the lights, and circled him in the back: "Then don't stand forward, you will have to pay the medical expenses if you break back."

...

Yu Sheng feels that his thinking seems to be a problem.

To open the door, the last click of the lock cylinder unscrewed and the door was pushed open.

The two figures touched the door lightly.

Jin Linkun just turned off the light in the living room, the black paint was not clear, and he vaguely saw a huge suitcase and two travel bags.

Both of them usually live in Sheng's house. Jin's father, Jin's mother, travels all the year round. Jin's family has no one to come back all year round. Maybe there is really a thief who takes the opportunity to steal things.

Yu Sheng clutched his wrist and had to squat behind the sofa together, trying to stand up to see it, and was dragged back by Jin Linkun.

Both were nervous, Jin Linkun held his hand and wrote in the palm of his hand.

-Be careful.

-Don't be impulsive, maybe bring a guy.

The guy's home character was only half written, and the two figures had completely entered the door.

"Do we have to come in this way?"

In addition to being relatively mature, the depressed bass subwoofer has the same sound quality as Jin Linkun: "What if the son secretly takes someone home?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Yu Sheng: "..."

"Don't make a sound."

Ms. Li leaned against the root of the wall and lowered her voice to train her husband: "This is a birthday surprise. If you don't enter the door like this, what's the point of the flight time I specifically changed?"

Jin Linkun pulled the brought back man to squat behind the sofa, pressed the forehead, and had a headache.

He did think of bringing Yu Sheng to see his parents, but it was definitely not in this state.

His parents changed the flight time, touched the black home, and wanted to startle him. He pulled his boyfriend to squat behind the sofa, assessing his combat effectiveness against the suspected thief.

The children squatted beside him and did not move, nor did they speak. Jin Linkun was a little worried about his mental state, raising his hand to sway in front of Sheng's eyes.

Yu Sheng looked quite calm. After shaking for a while, God lowered his head and grabbed his hand to start writing.

Jin Linkun watched him write the words "your home", and he quickly wrote "window" one stroke at a time. He quickly grabbed the hand into his hand: "No, friend, this is the 15th floor... "

...

The dome light turned on, facing the son crouching behind the sofa and the boy the son secretly brought back, two Jin father Jin mother who dived into their own house an hour earlier were dignified at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Is it Yu Sheng?"

Ms. Li loosened her capable hairstyle and smiled as she nodded: "Good boy, hurry up."

As soon as I got off the plane, I hurried back to frighten my son. Ms. Li’s dress was still an elegant lady’s suit, her hair style became gentle at home, and she raised her hand calmly to manage the broken hair on her side: "We just landed on the road In a hurry, I didn't have time to clean up..."

Father Jin: "..."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Ms. Li still looked dignified and glanced at her son without any trace. She closed the mouths of two male members, one big and one small, at home.

Yu Sheng stood up on the sofa and subconsciously sorted out his clothes.

He actually didn't notice much how Mr. Jin and Ms. Li entered the door.

After realizing that it was not the thief who came in, but Jin Linkun's father and mother, his mind was a little empty, and the rest of the thoughts could not be connected.

Jin Linkun stood on the side, watching the children quickly and thunderously enter the collar from the top of the head: "Aunt, good uncle."

"you're good too."

Ms. Li looked very gentle and greeted him with a small smile: "Hurry up, come to give a friend a birthday? Really sensible."

"Mom." Jin Linkun finally found a chance, inserted a sentence, and looked at Yu Sheng, who was already familiar with it, behind him. "Maybe you and my dad are not impressed. In fact, you were born in the early morning before 6938 Me."

"..."

Ms. Li said in a hurry: "You have a birthday the day after tomorrow?"

Jin Linkun looked at his parents' schedule at the time and knew that things would not be as warm as Yu Sheng's guess of "accompanying him to cross the zero point" and nodded.

"Strictly speaking, it's tomorrow, and it's past twelve."

Father Jin approached behind him and added to his wife who said that he had booked a flight ticket: "December 6 is the anniversary of the discovery of the disappearance of neutrinos in nuclear reactors..."

Yu Sheng stood behind Jin Linkun and looked at the family of three in front of him, his heartbeat still didn't slow down.

While Jin Linkun was talking to his parents, he ran a hand from behind and fumbled twice, grabbing his hand and holding it.

The hand in the palm is cold.

Jin Linkun held him without letting go, and led the person behind him, still calmly poor with his parents: "It doesn't matter, the gift is not important when it comes to the mind. I'm still looking forward to your birthday gift with my dad... …"

Ms. Li is unreasonable: "We are all back for your birthday, isn't it your birthday gift?"

The family's affection is gone.

Yu Sheng slowed down for a while and listened to the cross-talk between Jin Linkun and his parents, only to feel that the thought was finally clearing a little.

Jin’s father Jin’s mother knew his son better than he thought. Even if he had deliberately moved closer to Jin Linkun’s level, he still recognized the sugar-coated tomatoes made by his son at a glance.

No one stretched chopsticks and touched the plate of pitiful tomatoes, circling the table, eating and drinking soup.

Yu Sheng couldn't sit still and wanted to help reheat the soup. Ms. Li took a smile and sat down: "Let him go get it, Xiao Sheng, talk to Auntie."

Jin Linkun was bombarded with hot soup. Jin's father Jin mother chatted with him for a while while serving vegetables in his bowl.

Unlike Yu Sheng's imagination, Mr. Jin and Ms. Li weren't so empty when they met, and the questions they asked were all the most common trivial concerns.

How old is it, study hard but not hard, the pressure is not big in the third grade, and what kind of school and major do you want to go to in the future.

What do you like to eat, what do you like to play with.

What hobbies do you usually have?

Yu Sheng has never answered these questions. He answered meticulously and his ears were almost hot. "Eighteen, it's interesting to study hard."

"Anything, potato chips...tomato chips are delicious."

"The school hasn't figured it out yet. I want to make a decision."

"Normally-brush questions, yes, we are together."

"Now we still have weaknesses to make up. Let's learn to relax with our partners."

Regarding the school, he actually had some plans in mind, but Jin Linkun had not settled down there, and he did not make a clear decision.

Anyway, which school they two want to go to is actually not too difficult.

"It's great." Ms. Li nodded with a smile. "Combining work and rest, you can't just study. Are there any friends who have a good time?"

Jin Linkun returned from the hot soup, watching the children unconsciously stretch their shoulders straight, his chest softened silently, and put the soup in the table by the table: "Mom, we two have a good time."

Ms. Li has never seen such a good and soft child, and then she sees that her son can't be abandoned: "Sitting on the edge, what's the matter with you?"

...

The prestige of Ms. Li at home is absolute. Jin Linkun failed to rescue her good friends who played well. She briefly talked about science and politics with Mr. Jin, and by the way filled the family with soup.

Talk while eating, eating a meal for an hour.

Jin Jin and Jin Jin hurried home all the way, and by this time they were already a little tired. Yu Sheng looked at the time and was ready to get up and collect things. Ms. Li pushed her shoulders back on the sofa and said: "Don't hurry, sit for a while."

It's not anxious, mainly because Jin Linkun has started to pack things very actively.

Jin Linkun does not have a heart to do housework. In fact, he actually likes to do housework. It's just that people always have to open a door and close a window. His talent in this area is probably inversely proportional to IQ.

Yu Sheng was a little worried that their family had neither leftovers nor plates tomorrow, and could not help but look back.

Mr. Jin was very open-minded and sat down calmly in the sound of broken plates: "It doesn't matter, success is achieved through repeated failures."

Yu Sheng raised his head and heard a second clear sound.

Mr. Jin probably felt that his son was one step closer to success, and nodded with satisfaction. Turned around and pulled the suitcase, a set of master Chopin's original hardcover sheet music was turned out, which he transferred to Jin Linkun.

"I heard that we passed Poland, he asked for it."

Mr. Jin smiled and tried to raise his hand and touched the boy's head: "You two play together?"

Yu Sheng didn't expect his parents to even know this, and the temperature of the drop point rose again: "Sometimes together...he played well."

"Jin Linkun also learned piano as a child."

Mr. Jin has a good memory and recalls the past with a little nostalgia: "As a result, I came back one day and wiped tears with us, saying that this is not big enough and handsome enough to be used to chase other children who play piano together.

Yu Sheng: "..."

I have to say that the Jin family sometimes has the same ideas.

As a chirped keyboard instrument driven by compressed air, the pipe organ is indeed larger than the piano, and it draws too much wind.

It's even the wind.

Mr. Jin was an enlightened father. At that time, he fulfilled his son's wishes and took Jin Linkun from the piano class and sent him to the church to learn the organ.

Seeing that the boy brought back by his son's lips curled up, Ms. Li felt that she couldn't just let her husband tell a story in front of the children. She could also say that she sat down on the sofa together: "Jin Linkun was particularly afraid of black when he was a child and dared not sleep.

"We took him to the doctor. It is said that he can brain-recover more than 50 scary monsters and ghosts, each of which can be described."

Ms. Li talked about the past and was a little proud: "Later, the doctor did not sleep well for several days and said he would not show him anything."

...

Jin Jin and Jin Jin chatted with Yu Sheng for a while. You talked about my son's dark history in the past for a while. When preparing to go to rest, Jin Linkun finally rescued several dishes, washed them and put them on the shelf, drained them, and wiped back to the living room.

"Is the room packed?"

Ms. Li is very satisfied with her son's rapid advancement in housework skills: "For the first time, Yu Sheng came and changed your pillow and bedding. You use the one in the closet."

I never thought that the two would still score in the room and sleep. Jin Linkun subconsciously wanted to answer, and Yu Sheng put his elbow on the rib.

"..." Jin Linkun opened his mouth: "Immediately."

"It's too much trouble to tidy up the room."

Mr. Jin better understands the personality of the boys and has his own opinions on the matter of staying with children: "It is better to let Xiaosheng live in his room and let him stay in the living room for a night."

Yu Sheng couldn't help but look back at Jin Linkun: "..."

My parents tried to stick to the strict father and mother for one night, and finally found a familiar atmosphere. Jin Linkun was even touched for a long time. Lala Yusheng's cuff: "It's okay, our sofa is quite spacious."

The sofa in their living room is designed to sleep two men from the Jin family. Mr. Jin took this into consideration when he bought it. He bought the sofa into a foldable style. It is a bed when spread out, and it is quite comfortable to lie down.

Especially when sleeping on the sofa, it is actually easier to cross the door than a sleeping bedroom and a guest room.

Just go to the bathroom and accidentally walk through the wrong door.

Jin Linkun’s interest in sleeping sofas was obviously much larger than the two people’s clear separation of rooms. With the box of Chopin’s original sheet music as a gift, he returned to the room with satisfaction.

The time passed quickly, and it was almost early in the morning after the meal, and the sky outside began to glow slightly.

Jin Jin and Jin Jin tossed the plane for the night and went back to the room to wash and prepare for a rest.

Yu Sheng was also urged to wash by Jin Linkun, changed clothes and came out of the bathroom, but found that Jin Jin was still at the door.

"You-do you want to use it?"

Yu Sheng was still not very comfortable with getting along with Jin’s parents. He stood instinctively and gave him sideways: "The faucet is a little leaky. I tried to repair it a little bit better than before. Maybe I need some tools. I will--"

Father Jin smiled at him, beckoning and beckoning him over: "No, Xiaosheng, you come."

Yu Sheng hesitated a little and followed.

Father Jin put his movements lightly and changed the box of Lego to him from the suitcase: "Take it back and carefully hide it."

Yu Sheng froze for a moment, not knowing if he should reach for it.

Father Jin looked up and saw that neither his son nor his wife came out. He waved at him again and hid the box of Lego in Yu Sheng's arms.

In fact, Jin Linkun didn't tell them too much about Sheng Sheng.

Nowadays, most children have privacy needs, and they will block their parents' circle of friends. Jin Linkun is also a teenager who just reached adolescence. Of course, like most teenagers, they do not give them permission to enter the circle of friends.

But their sons are not the same as others.

Although their son blocked them, they changed their WeChat name every day.

The circle of friends has to be opened, and the change in WeChat name can be seen at a glance.

It doesn't matter if you don't pay attention.

Father Jin witnessed his son's WeChat name after a series of evolutionary history after a mountain. He knew his son's friend a little more than ordinary people.

Although he didn't know much about the children's world, he always wanted to bring back some gifts for the boy who wanted their son to stand up again after a year ago.

"Jin Linkun didn't spell it well. Since he had built the train into a skyscraper in his childhood, we both couldn't help laughing and he wouldn't want this."

Mr. Jin has read several books on pedagogy, and he pays attention to the cultivation of his son’s self-esteem. He lowered his voice deliberately, and then continued to expose his son’s background with the children brought back by his son: "You take it back to the room Okay, then stimulate him..."

Jin Linkun turned over the sheet of music in the bedroom for a while, preparing to go out to see that Yu Sheng did not use any toiletries, and by the way, left himself a way to touch the door.

When the door was opened with light movements, a low voice came from the living room.

Jin Linkun stepped a little, pushed the door quietly a little, and looked at the living room sofa.

Mr. Jin whispered, held down his glasses, and the eyes behind the lens curled up, raising his hands and rubbing the hair of their children.

Then he touched it from his pocket for a while, pulled out the sugar, and quietly stuffed it into Yu Sheng's palm.