Don’t Talk To Me!

Yu Sheng closed the book.

Jin Linkun did not disturb him, and was holding his arms, looking at the competition question in front of him that was unknown.

Compared with the seven groups of students who can't wait for the hanging beam, he doesn't seem to have much learning status, neither pen nor paper, just looking at the topic at a glance, turning a page in ten seconds.

The space for the seat is a bit small, he is long-handed, and he sits a little stubborn. The legs are slightly bent, resting on the beam of the desk, the chair still tilts back.

Yu Sheng glanced at the dangling chair and pushed it smoothly, so that the other two chair legs also fell to the ground again.

Jin Linkun was able to sit still and he recovered: "Friend?"

Yu Sheng has turned back: "If you want to fall again, you just sit like this."

His tone was lukewarm, the pen between his fingers turned twice, and there was a little obvious annoyance between his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on the table.

That exercise set has been reopened, with blank pages of cursive paper.

Jin Linkun stunned, raising his eyebrow slightly.

After a while, he smiled softly and raised his hand to cover the neck of the teenager from the collar: "Thank you."

The faint temperature passed through the palm of your hand and fell quietly behind your neck.

Yu Sheng froze for three seconds.

Blown up.

...

Ten minutes later, Jin Linkun, who wished to end the evening self-study ahead of schedule, straddled the new roommate's shoulder with one arm and jumped forward on one leg. He sincerely learned the experience: "It is indeed easy to fall. I will not sit like this in the future.

Yu Sheng supported him, took a deep breath, and pulled the person to himself.

I'm really not used to this kind of contact, because Sheng had lifted his legs and simply kicked the chair under the man's buttocks.

Jin Linkun just moved his hand and didn't have time to react. The whole person stagnate for a moment, so he sat on the ground so solidly.

He also stepped on the desk beam, fell down without paying attention, and stood up to support the stool, only to find that his right leg was scratched by a raised nail for ten centimeters.

The wound is not deep, just looking at the long, Jin Linkun originally planned to go back to the dormitory and find two band-aids to stick on, and it will die by itself. It is estimated that it will be almost better in a few days.

The result was forced out by Yu Sheng, dragged out of the school all the way, and took a taxi to the nearest hospital.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the hospital, Jin Linkun stubbornly jumped to the emergency building, still trying to persuade Yu Sheng: "I saw it, the nails were not rusted, and the wounds were not deep."

Yu Sheng ignored him, pulled the man on his shoulder, and went on.

Jin Linkun: "Really, let's go for a while, it is estimated that it will heal itself."

He wanted to say something more. Yu Sheng had stopped and turned back: "Tired?"

Jin Linkun was startled.

The status of the other party was not the same as usual. Jin Linkun hadn't figured out what was going on. The subordinate on his shoulder patted it consciously, joking a little: "Tired, do you carry me?"

Yu Sheng's shoulder froze silently.

Jin Linkun didn't think about making him really back, smiled, and was about to jump forward, but his arms were suddenly grabbed and pulled.

Yu Sheng dragged him, walked in front of him, and bent over: "Come up."

Jin Linkun opened his mouth and said nothing.

Yu Sheng was quite quiet, not bothered nor exploded, still maintaining the posture waiting for him to come up.

The street lamp cast a shadow on his forehead, unable to see clearly.

He was wearing a T-shirt, his arms were slightly curved, his shoulders were bent, and the clothes outlined a clean outline of his shoulder blades.

Jin Linkun didn't move, Yu Sheng simply pulled his arm, straddled his shoulders directly, and carried the man back.

It was quite late, and the light of the street lights fell.

The young man's shoulders, which looked a little thin, were actually very strong. His muscles stretched and he was steadily carrying him, and he walked forward without a word.

Jin Linkun's heartbeat was inexplicably fast.

The atmosphere was a bit too quiet. He was quiet for a while, clearing his throat, and casually found a topic: "Wait back and teach me how to write?"

Yu Sheng's footsteps stopped, and he continued to move forward.

"seriously."

Jin Linkun lowered his head and patted Yu Sheng on the shoulder: "I always wanted to learn, and I looked very handsome."

He thought about it, and the reciprocal reciprocity: "I will study with you."

Yu Sheng: "..."

This person talked too much in private, and Yu Sheng took a breath, not impatient with him: "No need."

"I can learn by myself." Yu Sheng: "Books can be borrowed from me."

He was quiet for a while.

Jin Linkun lowered his head, put his chin on his shoulder, and laughed: "Borrow you."

The deep voice passed through the chest cavity, resonating slightly, and fell on the back together with the body temperature.

Yu Sheng squeezed his fist, and did not throw the person out again. The arm used force to turn him upside down.

The wound is not serious, but it does require professional help.

The doctor on duty looked at the two band-aid sticking obliquely to the wound of ten centimeters long, and then looked at the two boys who were students: "You can't just study, and common sense in life is still necessary... Why don't you just stick a row?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Yu Sheng was on the side, coughing, and he couldn't help picking at the corner of his mouth.

Jin Linkun originally wanted to explain that his eyes passed Yu Sheng, his eyebrows gently raised, and he bowed his head sincerely: "It's my care, I've worked hard for you."

The doctor waved his hand and tore off the band-aid that had barely sealed both ends of the wound, disinfected it, put on good medicine and wrapped it in gauze: "Don't get water on the wound, go back and let your friend help change the medicine every day and change the gauze every three days. "

The doctor patted his knee and specifically asked: "Don't use band-aid anymore."

Jin Linkun glanced at Yu Sheng who was listening next to him, trying to pull back a round: "You can rest assured, I know. Band-aid has poor water absorption and breathability, which is not conducive to drainage of wound secretions. Wounds cannot guarantee a clean environment and are easily infected. --"

"No." The doctor interrupted him kindly. "It's easy to be joked."

"..."

The two went out of the hospital, got in the car again, and went back to N.

Yu Sheng leaned against the window and reported the address to the driver. He lowered his head and set up a few alarm clocks for changing dressings and gauze on his mobile phone.

Jin Linkun knew what he was doing without watching: "...friend, shouldn't you comfort me at this time?"

Yu Sheng took a deep breath, barely holding back the smile, and without looking back, stretched his hand and patted sloppyly on his leg.

"Thank you, much better."

Jin Linkun was easily satisfied, rejuvenated and sat up with his arms up: "Are you hungry?"

Yu Sheng shook his head: "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Behind the wall of their dormitory is a snack street, dubbed the late-night CBD. Until late at night, there is a smell of sinful food, especially spicy crayfish and barbecue for a long time.

Sometimes Yu Sheng is in a good mood and idle, so he will go out and buy a supper, and take a copy for Jin Linkun.

It was a little late today, and tossed back and forth again. If Jin Linkun was hungry, he would still carry the man back to the dormitory and then turn out.

Yu Sheng was still waiting for him to order food, but Jin Linkun didn't speak at once, and leaned over with his arms.

Yu Sheng looked up.

Jin Linkun looked at him carefully, his arms loose and bent, leaning on the back of the driver's seat in front, raising his hand and trying to touch his forehead.

Yu Sheng frowned, raised his hand and pushed away: "What's wrong?"

"What do you want?"

Jin Linkun's hand was blocked by him and slid down, covering his eyes with the trend: "Talk, it's fine."

Yu Sheng's arm was slightly stiff.

The portrait was completely unremembered, and he didn't remember how he was kicked to the ground just because he touched it. His palm was still attached unguardedly, covering his eyes quietly.

The messy emotions suddenly rose uncontrollably.

Very strange, so strange that he didn't even know what to do.

So at that time he barely thought about it, and he started subconsciously.

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and couldn't help blinking his eyes. He pressed his shoulders hard and leaned back on the back of the chair.

Jin Linkun waited quietly for a while, but didn't wait for Sheng to speak, but his palm was more pronounced than the itchiness caused by the lashes.

He inhaled involuntarily, suppressing the heartbeat that was not quite right tonight, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but the teenager under his palm suddenly said: "I'm sorry."

Jin Linkun was shocked.

"Sorry."

Yu Sheng originally thought this was not easy to say, only to find that unexpectedly simple.

There was a dry and warm darkness in front of my eyes, and no emotion would be exposed.

He didn't hide, so Jin Linkun covered it and said in a breath: "I'm not used to people touching me, conditioned reflex...not intentionally."

Jin Linkun was startled and couldn't help being dumbfounded.

"Scared at me, I thought what happened..."

He smiled, moved his palm, and took the initiative to apologize with good temper: "blame me, I shouldn't have always used my hands on you. Next time I pay attention, don't touch you casually—"

Yu Sheng interrupted him: "No."

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

The boy was still in the age of drawing. His bones were clear and clean, his body was stretched hard, and his tone was hard: "I will let you fight back."

Jin Linkun supported his arms, his eyes fell on him.

The black car casually hit the door of the hospital, the rear space is quite narrow, and the engine sound is very obvious and roaring.

The mobile phone resting on his leg lit up, and the notice of all the members of the seven groups of Lao Wan Aite was sent in the afternoon. I don't know how to delay it until now.

Jin Linkun glanced subconsciously.

So far, the students have had initial contact with each other and get along well.

It is planned to start group work tomorrow afternoon, introduce yourself, deepen your understanding of each other, and cultivate further feelings.

He also didn't know what he was thinking. His thoughts circled around the last two sentences of the notice. The palm that had just covered Yu Sheng's eyes was squeezed, and the palm was gently lifted.

"Okay." Jin Linkun smiled softly. "You close your eyes. I'm afraid I'm playing too hard. You're afraid."

Yu Sheng frowned.

He didn't fight less, he was bullied when he was a kid, and he punched back hard with one punch and one punch. He has never been afraid of it.

Considering the number of nonsense that this person would like to talk nonsense, Yu Sheng didn't say much and closed his eyes hastily: "Move faster."

"it is good."

Jin Linkun's voice rang: "Be prepared, immediately--"

Yu Sheng had never seen anyone hit someone with a notice, took a breath, and was about to ask him if he needed any help to shout one, two, three, and his forehead suddenly hurt slightly.

The bent knuckles were not light and heavy, knocking on his forehead.

"It's tied."

Jin Linkun's voice was slightly low, and he touched his hair, his voice was much lighter than usual, and a little warm air hit his ears.

"I've turned over on this matter, will you?"

The author has something to say: Kunshen: It’s not a blow, I’m frightened when I fight people :)