Don’t Talk To Me!

The wrists of the two big brothers ended in a total defeat of Kun.

Looking at the two figures not far behind, Cen Rui couldn't help but be curious and lowered his voice: "What's the matter, really breaking your wrist?"

Liang Yifan pondered.

Through his cover, Cen Rui quietly looked back.

The seven groups of people originally thought that these two might not be able to cross the wall, but did not expect that each one was faster than one.

The school tyrants helped each other to pull, and finally crossed the wall. Yu Sheng and Jin Linkun, who came out last time, had been outside and did not know how long they had waited.

It's just that the lead of the two bigwigs didn't last long. A group of people were busy discussing where to eat. The two of them walked to the end.

...

And they are getting closer and closer.

The shadow fell under the street lamp, and I didn't know what to say. It almost seemed to be stuck together.

Cen Rui withdrew his eyes and buried his head in contemplation.

"Friends, discuss it."

Jin Linkun rubbed the tip of his nose, followed by Sheng: "We are all out, can we--"

Yu Sheng was indifferent: "No."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Jin Linkun: "Friend, it's just a piece of sugar. It won't affect me. I'll accompany you to dinner..."

Yu Shengxin said who would accompany you to dinner, and looked up at him, not cold or hot: "If you remember correctly, I will give you one."

Jin Linkun was very open: "One is not enough to eat."

"..."

With reasonable grounds, Yu Sheng looked at him and opened his mouth, but he could not refute it.

In the classroom, Yu Sheng actually found Jin Linkun touching the second candy in his schoolbag.

Jin Linkun probably didn't want him to not find it. While looking at Sudoku, that hand naturally protruded into his schoolbag and accurately found the inner bag with sugar.

Accurately, Sheng couldn't help but admire the ability to listen to the Six Ways in all directions.

People's tastes will change. After the second day of the second year, Yu Sheng doesn't like to eat too sweet things.

He wasn't prepared to eat the sugar, but he came to get it himself, and Yu Sheng didn't care, so he let the sugar lie in his table.

It didn't take long for the seven groups to start talking about going out to dinner.

Jin Linkun is still trying to regain the sugar he gripped. Yu Sheng has no doubt that if he really gave him his hand, he would turn around and find a reason to walk back to the dormitory.

...

Glancing at him, Yu Sheng put sugar in his pocket in front of him, walked a few steps, and followed the big army in front.

The roommate's attitude was too firm. Jin Linkun won a while, but had no choice but to temporarily save his vitality and speed up his pace.

Unlike high school, students who are more free after 7 o'clock are attached. The later this street is, the more lively it is. It is a half-night market.

The first half was a snack cart that started to show up in the evening. The aroma of deep-fried barbecue was arbitrarily floating around, and occasionally mixed with a sweet and savory sauce.

Regardless of whether it is clean or not, it will definitely attract people's footsteps to the greatest extent.

The seven groups of students walked through the snack CBD and discussed for a long time, and finally set up a small hot pot.

Said it is a small hot pot, it is actually a small induction cooker per person.

The ingredients are all stringed together with bamboo sticks, circling on the crawler at a constant speed.

The deputy leader Kong Jiahe opened his mouth and tried to remind: "This sales method does not distinguish between prices, the profits are shared, and it is easy to get ingredients with prices much higher than the value..."

Xia Junhua said concisely: "Do you want to eat?"

"..." Kong Jiahe shut up and tried to integrate into the collective.

During the summer vacation, there were few people in the shop and they were directly booked by the seven groups.

Jin Linkun sat down and felt that he was already qualified to try again and tried to ask Yu Sheng for the sugar.

Yu Sheng didn't expect him to be so persistent, he couldn't help but have a headache: "You're not naive... go back and talk."

He didn't think there was anything special about this sentence, but Jin Linkun was obviously appeased by a certain word, and finally he was satisfied and stopped talking, and looked down at the simple hot pot.

The sauce is next to each table, meat and drinks must be ordered, and the money is calculated together at checkout.

The leaders of the seven groups made a round of statistics and went around Jin Linkun and Yu Sheng, then slurped: "Kun God, Sheng, Sheng Brother—"

When setting the place, the seven group leaders were not really sure that the two could agree.

Especially Jin Linkun, the shirts on his body that seem to be expensive are totally different from the style of a small hot pot restaurant in a night market.

The leaders of the seven groups were worried that he would choose options such as freshly squeezed juice and hand-ground coffee when he opened his mouth.

Yu Sheng often went out to eat with the three middle school students, did not realize the worries of the seven group leaders, and flipped through the menu: "Canned beer, don't ice it."

"..."

A little quiet around, Yu Sheng looked up: "?"

Seven group leaders: "..."

This option was also unexpected for him.

"Underage, inappropriate."

Jin Linkun was very kind and patted on Sheng's shoulder, helping to change the answer: "Two bottles of nutrition express."

Yu Sheng seriously suspected that this man took the opportunity to retaliate that he was naive and blocked his hand: "How do you know that I am a minor?"

Jin Linkun is very unpredictable: "Watch the stars at night."

The leader of the seven groups had already left with the great hope of two bottles of nutrition express. Jin Linkun came over and helped him to increase the power of the small hot pot by one gear: "I also know that you are nine months and seven days away from your birthday. "

Yu Sheng: "..."

Basic information table.

It contains the date of birth.

Unexpectedly, this person actually looked at the watch carefully, and even remembered it. Yu Sheng rubbed his forehead, and suddenly regretted that he didn't fill in on February 30.

The small hot pot was not big at first, and the power was turned up by one gear. The soup base suddenly bubbled and the heat steamed up.

Yu Sheng took some vegetables and put them down, churned with chopsticks, watching the hot white gas.

Somewhere in the bottom of my heart suddenly shrank slightly and imperceptibly.

Jin Linkun took a string of quail eggs and put them in the pot, looked sideways, leaned over, and put the last one into his pot: "What's wrong?"

The white quail eggs fell into the red oil rolling soup and floated up and down.

Yu Sheng lowered his head, the chopsticks poked lightly, frowned: "I don't like quail eggs."

"Let you boil it, don't give it to me."

Jin Linkun had a good temper, watching Maru slippery slowly turn around, and took the fish tofu smoothly: "Do you want to eat this?"

Yu Sheng didn't speak.

Jin Linkun quickly figured out the pattern, helped him to put the fish and tofu into the pot, while comforting him: "You can’t worry about the matter of adulthood, and you can’t get up quickly. Or you can choose to take a year off like me. Go bullying the children of high school..."

Yu Sheng couldn't hold back, laughed, and pulled the people away: "You're a kid."

Jin Linkun smiled, did not argue with him, and turned to pick up other ingredients.

The store is not big, and almost a half of it has been packed by a dozen high school students.

The seven groups of school tyrants flew themselves for the first time. They hadn't had much fun in the evening self-study. They were lively and chattering, and almost no one still remembered about the game.

I don’t know if it was inspired by Sheng. The seven group leaders asked for a bottle of milk beer, and the face was flushed. They pressed Cen Rui’s shoulders: “I’ll wash my hands next time, and I’ll wash my hands!”

"Well, wash your hands and wash them three times next time."

Cen Rui is small, trying not to be pressed into the hot pot by him, groping for the misty glasses: "Remember to come to me after washing, I have a bottle of Dabao SOD honey that has been treasured for many years, I can also give you a light, friendship price……"

Jin Linkun listened to them while eating and raised his hand to get the good powder of dragon whiskers.

The sugar didn't know when it was placed between the two.

He leaned a little more on his side and lay quietly, as if suddenly appearing out of thin air.

Jin Linkun picked up the sugar and looked up.

Yu Sheng was fishing for the sweet potato chips that were about to be cooked in the pot, so busy that he didn't even have time to look at him.

A little crowded storefront, the red billowing soup was turned in a small pot, the steam was pale and steamy, and the juvenile thick eyelashes were stained.

Jin Linkun pinched his chopsticks and looked at him unconsciously for a while.

Probably because his sight was too obvious, Yu Sheng failed to save the last small piece of sweet potato, put down the chopsticks and looked up: "Why do you see me?"

"Ah." Jin Linkun looked back and smiled, "Think about it."

Yu Sheng was caught in by him, and he answered smoothly: "What do you want?"

Jin Linkun didn't speak anymore, lowered his head, and stirred in the pan. The chopsticks tapped the quail egg floating up.

...

Yu Sheng couldn't stand it. Some people only spoke half, frowned, and moved closer: "Say something, you--"

Jin Linkun raised his head and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The eyes of the two met, Yu Sheng's chest was inexplicably stagnant.

Mei Feng twisted up, subconsciously looking away, but suddenly there was a noise across from him.

"Thinking...I'm right."

Jin Linkun smiled, his voice was not slow, and passed through the noise of the crowd and hot pot, as if gently oscillating in his chest: "Say more words in the future, so that I can change sugar."

Until he finished the hot pot, Yu Sheng didn't tell him which words were right.

The students in the seven groups have been well-behaved for more than ten years, and many people are doing such exciting things for the first time, so excited that they cannot stop, and even want to eat another ice cream and go back.

Because the building was closed at ten o'clock, the seven group leaders strictly refused to lead by example, led a group of school bullies, and helped each other in an orderly manner to prepare to cross the fence.

Yu Sheng was inexplicably shocked by the strict self-management consciousness of the school tyrants. He couldn't help but help the last few students who were struggling to get on the wall smoothly.

The last of the seven team leaders grabbed the wall in one hand and tried to reach out to him: "Brother Sheng! Come on, I won't be able to hold it for long--"

Looking at him as if to shoot a combat movie, Yu Sheng couldn't help being dumb, didn't take his hand, and flipped up easily on the wall.

The N-large wall was very friendly. Yu Sheng sat down against the wall and threw the leader of the wall into the arms of the following boys waiting to be picked up: "Go back, I will eat."

His skill seems too agile, and he is indeed capable of surviving alone on the snack street late at night.

In just a short meal, the seven groups of people had already called the name "Sheng Ge" very smoothly, waved goodbye to him reluctantly, and lurked back to the dormitory in an orderly manner.

Yu Sheng sat on the wall and blew for a while.

Just when this group of people crossed the wall just now, he discovered that Jin Linkun was gone, quietly, and did not know where he went.

Considering that an adult could not be lost anyway, Yu Sheng was not in a hurry to find it. He was prepared to go around if he hadn't seen anyone, and then go back to the dormitory if he couldn't find him.

The night breeze was cool and it was very comfortable to blow. I didn't know if it was hot or some other reason. My red face and ears also completely cooled down.

Yu Sheng yawned and slid down the wall, hitting the person.

Tall, looking thin but muscular, the shirt still smelled of clean hot pot.

Yu Sheng: "..."

Why did this man add to the problem of no movement.

Unable to stop the preparation of either flashing or hands-on, Yu Sheng pushed Jin Linkun, who was missing for ten minutes, and pulled his clothes away: "Where did you go?"

Jin Linkun took two steps backwards and lifted the egg roll oolong tea ice cream in his hand: "Buy ice cream, the queue is quite long."

He compared the two ice creams for a while, and passed the still intact shape toward Yu Sheng: "I told you, you probably didn't hear it."

"When? Next time you speak louder..."

When he came back, the road was too noisy. Yu Sheng did not pay any attention to him. He stood at the place where there was light, and took the ice cream.

Jin Linkun was inspired by seven groups of students on the road. He said to Yu Sheng and left the organization to line up.

Considering that the application for eating ice cream by the seven groups of students was just rejected by the group leader, he felt that this could not be done too arrogantly, and when he explained to Yu Sheng, he lowered his voice.

As soon as the result looked up, it was already completely ordered.

He searched for Yu Sheng all the way, found the wall without lights, and wondered if people had returned to the dormitory. I was wondering if I could overturn the wall without my hands, and then I fell over my head.

...

If it had to be an ice cream in one hand, it had to be held up, maybe he was scared and hugged him on the spot.

Jin Linkun remembers his fault: "I just finished eating hot pot, is it okay to eat this?"

"Not so expensive."

Yu Sheng took it and took a sip: "I'm hungry and hurt, and I usually do nothing."

His stomach is hungry.

Yu Shenggang had been alone for a few years and was too young. The aunt at home was not looking for him.

Once the person I found was not very responsible. Every time I was too lazy to cook, I squeezed a few dollars less than Sheng and told him to go out and buy something to eat.

Yu Sheng had never touched a street restaurant in a small restaurant since he was a child. The ten-year-old boy was stubborn and stubborn. He stood on the street with money and refused to move.

I don’t know if it’s because of the inexplicable atmosphere in the hot pot restaurant. Yu Sheng was eating the ice cream, and he never explained anything to anyone so lightly.

The two turned back to the night market. Jin Linkun accompanied him to walk forward, eating ice cream one bite at a time, and only a few moments later said: "What happens later?"

Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows: "Later?"

... Later, Sheng Sheng finally realized that he could actually expel the nanny and find a new one, and this matter was solved.

The stalls on both sides were brightly lit, the hot aroma of the grilled squid was mixed with the fried chicken steak, and the fried potatoes and grilled sausages were unwilling to catch up.

Jin Linkun walked beside him without talking, so he accompanied him quietly and quietly.

Let him inexplicably have the illusion that this person may be by his side after nine months and seven days, let him have a birthday that someone finally remembers.

Yu Sheng rubbed his hair and laughed out loud: "It was only later that I was really **** stupid, and the roadside stalls were so delicious."