Don’t Talk To Me!

In the first two days of the college entrance examination, Mr. Jin and Ms. Li came back deliberately.

"How is it chaotic."

Ms. Li carried her luggage and was not satisfied with her son’s statement: “Can’t we just come back and order takeaway from you two?”

The Jin family does not have the genes for cooking. Both Mr. Jin and Ms. Li are not born with this material. They really challenged themselves to enter the kitchen. Jin Linkun did not dare to let Yu Sheng eat the unknown substances.

After all, every time a child treats what his parents gave him, he takes it too seriously.

If Ms. Li is allowed to cook, it is really possible for Yu Sheng to eat the carbon from chicken wings.

"I'll do it."

Yu Sheng felt that it was the college entrance examination and could not be so nervous. He pulled Jin Linkun: "Uncle and aunt rarely come back and take a good rest."

...

It is the college entrance examination.

Jin Linkun thought that the children would continue to follow him like this, maybe they would be sacked.

"Liang Yifan, they all started burning incense to worship Buddha, and we have to cooperate."

Jin Linkun took a popsicle back to the bedroom and patted Yu Sheng on the shoulder: "It also gives parents a chance to contribute."

A group of people in the summer camp were nervously preparing for the exam. Jin Linkun didn't send a circle of friends for several days. Even the tail that grabbed Yu Sheng's dinosaur pajamas two days ago did not share with his good friend Liang Yifan.

"Sharing is useless." Yu Sheng pierced reality. "They all blacked you out for the time being and said that everyone is still a friend after the college entrance examination."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Jin Linkun picked up his phone unbelievably and sent a message to several good friends.

The familiar gray prompt jumped out again, Jin Linkun couldn't figure it out: "What if I suddenly predict this year's college entrance examination questions in the circle of friends?"

Cen Rui also considered this issue. Yu Sheng touched his mobile phone and opened it to him to read: "The title cannot be obscene, the data cannot be moved, and the focus cannot be bent."

After all, the college entrance examination is imminent, review is next, and the mentality is the most important.

The students in the summer camp would rather be self-reliant and lonely bury their knowledge in the sea of ​​knowledge, and they would never give them a chance to appear in the circle of friends.

Jin Linkun was very sorry. He broke open half of the popsicle and gave him together to read the farewell book of the summer camp.

The man had just taken a shower, and the clothes were not worn properly. The shirt only loosely fastened a few buttons. He put a hand on his shoulder, his shoulders were close, and he could smell the aroma of clean shower gel and laundry detergent.

Yu Sheng couldn't help but frowned, reminding him: "The door is open."

Jin Linkun nodded: "Ventilation, old air-conditioning is easy to catch a cold."

"..." Yu Sheng lifted the man from his shoulders, "Where is the uncle and aunt."

Jin Linkun froze for a moment before remembering that the children did not know about it.

Ms. Li was a big bag, claiming that this matter was handed over to him and came back to talk to his boyfriend. The result is dragged down to now, I haven't even found too Sheng.

"Wait for me." Jin Linkun held his popsicle and rubbed his boyfriend's head. "Come back now."

Jin Linkun moved into his parents' bedroom.

"Can't I be nervous?" Ms. Li became less and less accustomed to this lifeless son, "Can't you prepare for such a big thing?"

Mr. Jin just finished drawing horizontal lines on the paper and pushed his glasses to add: "We are drafting, can you sharpen pencils?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Jin Linkun felt that when Yu Sheng was singular with him, the habit of having to make a draft for the confession might indeed not blame him.

The couple discussed for a while, and Mr. Jin actually thought about several openings, such as "I heard you took our son", "Thank you for giving our son a meal" or "Hello, I am your father".

But they didn't think it was appropriate.

"Will he like our parents like us?"

In the face of the kid who finally turned back, Ms. Li was a little nervous for the first time, pulling Jin Linkun to ask in advance: "Should the parents be more kind?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Jin Linkun: "Mom, remind you, you and my dad may have more experience than me in this matter."

Ms. Li was a little sorry and threw away her son's hand.

Yu Sheng's growth experience is not the same as that of ordinary families. They listened to Jin Linkun's simple mention, even if they deliberately vaguely skimmed the content, they can somewhat imagine it.

But because he knew this, he was more nervous.

"He already has less competent parents."

Mr. Jin put down the pencil in his hand: "So we think that when he is willing to re-integrate into a family, we should give him the best."

...

Jin Linkun stood by for a while, watching his parents' serious look, and finally completely relieved.

The family of three got together and murmured for a long time, and finally drafted a draft that no one would dislike.

"Come on." Ms. Li was actually a little dissatisfied, but she couldn't think of a better one at the moment. "You two are also more formal, and you are not allowed to drop the chain..."

As she explained, she stood up and walked to the dressing table. She wanted to adjust her makeup again, and her steps stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Jin stood up, "Your isolation is on the upper layer, and the makeup is also there--"

His words followed.

Jin Linkun was anxious when he came in, only to take the door with him, and turned around to see that the door was half-covered.

The boy was wearing a T-shirt and stood quietly outside the door.

I don't know how long I stood, the whole person is almost red, and my long eyelashes are low and low, I can't see the pupil color, and the shoulder pen is like a javelin.

Jin Linkun stood up and walked quickly: "How come? Come, parents want to talk to you, it's okay..."

His wrist hurt slightly.

Lowering his head, the child instinctively grabbed his wrist, and his knuckles were a little white.

"It's okay."

Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, clutched by him, and raised his hand to rub his hair: "Look up, obey."

Yu Sheng moved, followed him and raised his head.

He came over, but it was just because Jin Linkun had been out for a long time, maybe he was thrown out of the house directly by Mr. Jin and Ms. Li.

After all, the matter of the two people is not acceptable to everyone. He has done everything in preparation and thought about what to do if his father Jin did not agree, but he had not thought about this possibility.

He had not thought about this possibility.

"Think about it, don't agree."

Jin Linkun lowered his voice and pulled Yu Sheng to remind him: "I suspect that my parents just want to go home to cook."

Yu Sheng's heartbeat was fast, and his face paled faintly. He heard his words, and the corners of his mouth raised.

Ms. Li did not give her son a face: "Go out, what is your business?"

Jin Linkun was thrown out of the bedroom door by Mr. Jin and Ms. Li.

Yu Sheng turned back instinctively, watching the staggering boyfriend wave toward him quite tragically, and he hadn't recovered yet. Mr. Jin cleared his throat nervously: "Hello, I am your father."

...

The draft prepared in advance is still not available.

In the past ten years of raising his own son, Mr. Jin and Ms. Li have not accumulated much experience as real parents Because you can cook..."

Yu Sheng was pulled to sit on the bed, listening quietly, couldn't help laughing.

The boy sat upright, his shoulders and shoulders stretched slightly.

The ears are still red, the corners of the mouth relax a little, and then quietly squeeze a little arc.

Obediently, people's hearts become soft.

"We and our son like you very much and like to take you home."

Ms. Li looked at him, her eyes bent, and reached out to gently rub his head: "Would you like to be a family with us?"

With the parents' initiative to help order takeaways, the content of the exams were almost the same. Yu Sheng and Jin Linkun were much more idle than they were before the last two days of the exam preparation.

The night before the exam, Yu Sheng, who hadn't taken the college entrance examination seriously, was also nervous.

"Enough, no problem."

At the request of his boyfriend, Jin Linkun checked the admission card, and saw Yu Sheng seriously infuse his pen: "Relax, you must take a good test."

Yu Sheng drew a piece of paper and wiped the ink on the pen body: "Make more work and save the college entrance examination composition from being famous again."

Jin Linkun coughed lightly, trying to explain: "It was just an accident..."

When he was in the third mode, he was careless, and the ink of the pen was not enough.

For ordinary people with normal thinking, they would change their pens at this time, or they would get one with their neighbors, but Jin Linkun did not.

Jin Linkun used the amount of pen writing and the consumption of ink to reduce the speed of decline in the ink tube, and finally converted the most suitable number of writing in the composition, accurately controlling the ink to the last line of writing.

After the three-model examination, the faded composition became second in the province.

Although the name of the candidate was not announced, the familiar font is still very easy to recognize. The good friends of the summer camp rarely have such a happy opportunity. Everyone took a screenshot and greeted it again, and laughed at the whole screen.

"It must not be this time." Jin Linkun promised in advance, "I will take ink this time."

Yu Sheng looked up at him and took a neutral pen directly from his test bag and handed it to him.

Jin Linkun: "..."

This line of thinking was also beyond his reach.

The two stayed together and checked the preparation again.

It's still early, no need to review after eating, and no one is sleepy.

"Play a game?" Jin Linkun tried to propose, "I heard that I had good luck before the exam, maybe we can sit and eat chicken."

Yu Sheng didn't want to refuse: "Your consumer entertainment has reached the top?"

Jin Linkun opened his mouth and touched the tip of his nose: "Not yet, but—"

Yu Sheng: "Even the head of the village has not been rescued, are you still eating chicken?"

...

Jin Linkun actually thought the question of the boyfriend's soul was very reasonable.

As a game with the rescue of the village chief as the background, it has been updated to a thousand checkpoints, and it continues to be updated every week. Jin Linkun actually thinks that the producer has actually forgotten the village chief at the top of the vine.

But playing games requires a sense of responsibility.

Jin Linkun sat up with his arms ready to do his best for the village chief who might have dried on top of the vines.

Yu Sheng watched him waste a long time of energy bottle, closed his eyes, and planned to raise his mind for a while.

It rained tonight and the air outside was not good.

They didn't turn on the air conditioner and flew in from the window with a fresh, earthy night breeze. There was no sultry summer night.

When Yu Sheng laid his arms on his arms, and his consciousness was a bit blurred by the cool and gentle night breeze, his lips were suddenly touched by the soft touch.

This person should not have to draw strength to play a puzzle game, Yu Sheng opened his eyes: "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Jin Linkun smiled. "Just feel good."

It just feels so good.

No matter when, I know that there must be another person around.

It seems to have the confidence to go straight in any direction.

He didn't say anything, Yu Sheng seemed to understand everything again, looked up at the ceiling, and then raised the corner of his mouth.

Destiny is sometimes magical.

There are many twists and turns in the most inadvertent corners. Just like when he was woken up by the phone that day and went out to buy soy milk buns, he did not expect that he would meet someone again that day.

Nor did he think that this man not only banned him into the summer camp, but also climbed up with him to become a roommate, as a science student, he came to the door as a tutor for the liberal arts student.

He even took him home.

Jin Linkun leaned against the head of the bed and touched the back of his hand: "Wish me a little?"

Yu Sheng didn't hold back, and picked a corner of his mouth: "You were almost late for the exam, the answer card was almost unpainted, and the composition almost went off the topic."

"It's ridiculous, almost all."

Jin Linkun's request to his boyfriend is quite high: "There is no danger, no stimulation at all."

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows.

Jin Linkun is going to take the college entrance examination tomorrow, not afraid of the children's hands, and his lips can't hold back, and he is very arrogant: "Is it more difficult?"

...

To take the college entrance examination.

Yu Sheng rubbed his wrist and patiently fulfilled his desire: "The invigilator teacher invigilated the exam, and turned around you without looking at others?"

"normal."

Jin Linkun is too famous, and often has some unexpected behaviors in the examination room. They are already used to the life surrounded by the invigilator teacher: "The last thing that faded the composition is our invigilator in the field.

The mock exams have a large amount of examination papers, and the scores are in a hurry. Many essays take a look at the beginning and glance at the full text to give points. How can it be so easy to accurately select him from thousands of papers.

After the three-mode exam, he was called by their class teacher: "I heard that a proctor in order to chase your paper, actively asked to transfer to the examination papers... What are you doing?"

Jin Linkun thought that the invigilator teacher also recognized this cost-effective and economical answering method. Who knows that the office of the Chinese Language Group will become a sea of ​​laughter.

Too many demands, Yu Sheng is too lazy to take care of him, continue to brew drowsiness.

Jin Linkun was not in a hurry, playing with the mobile phone with one hand, and with one hand protruding under Yu Sheng's pillow, gently pressing and relaxing the muscles of his shoulder and neck.

The night wind was cool after the rain, and the moonlight poured in along the curtains.

Jin Linkun played with his mobile phone for a while, trying to see if Yu Sheng was asleep, and the person who was holding him suddenly moved: "Brother."

"It's there." Jin Linkun changed his side and re-energized him to massage again. "What's wrong?"

Yu Sheng leaned on his arm and turned over: "If you want to make the words come true, either it is really a bad thing, or I have to believe it is not good."

Suddenly, the boyfriend said a suspicious dialectical point of view, Jin Linkun groaned a little and quickly understood the meaning of this sentence: "Almost, so--"

"So." Yu Sheng took his words, "Unfortunately, you can only be at least fifty points higher than the city."

Jin Linkun froze.

The boy pillowed his arms and looked up at him, his pupils were open and proud, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

It seems to glow.