Don’t Talk To Me!

In the biggest rainstorm since the start of the summer camp, the two big brothers who had just fought against the gods chased each other's footsteps, and each circumvented a completely overlapping equilateral triangle.

The entire seven groups paid 12 points of attention to this matter.

"It's too real, there is no picture of the two big brothers touching each other in the heart and soul."

Liang Yifan was very sorry, squatting on the side of the leader of the seven groups and muttering: "I don't know why, I still really want to watch Kun Shen and Sheng brother play an umbrella to go back..."

Cen Rui dismissed a new group of girls one night after self-study, and more or less figured out the essence, and thought deeply: "If nothing else, don’t look at the undercurrents under the umbrella, the picture must be particularly seductive."

"What's undercurrent?"

Xia Junhua didn't realize the romantic part of it, and tried hard to think about the picture: "The original force of the two big guys collided?"

Cen Rui waved his hand: "You don't understand this..."

"Okay, do you have any end?"

The team leader Ding Zhengjiao was busy sending a message to Yu Sheng to explain that he was so disturbed by this group of people that he couldn’t help interrupting: “This matter is very serious in nature, and God can’t go back to the bedroom now, neither of you Are you in a hurry?"

...

Shaking his head blankly.

"I don't know why." Cen Rui kindly added, "I'm not only in no hurry, I even want to know the follow-up."

"Team leader, calm down."

Liang Yifan's eyes were fast and he embraced Ding Zhengjiao: "I think things are not that serious. After all, it's Sheng Ge who is angry..."

He has been sitting in front of the two big brothers for a long time, and he has played a game together, and he has some instincts instinctively.

Kun Shen was still in the classroom. Liang Yifan sat up and glanced at Jin Linkun, who was leaning on the seat with a charging treasure and pressed his mobile phone, and lowered his voice: "Don’t tell you that if God is angry, I might choose to escape, but if Brother Sheng is angry, and I will probably kneel down on the spot."

"...Is there a difference between the two?"

Xia Junhua couldn't bear to look at him a little bit: "Anyway, you are also in the top ten of your school's liberal arts. Has a competition tortured you like this?"

"Of course there is a difference."

Liang Yifan is extremely confident: "The price of escape is desperation, but if I kneel down to Brother Sheng, I will be scared to forgive me immediately."

"..."

Anyway, the rain is too big to go back. The seven groups of students are trapped in the study room, brainstorming and making many enthusiastic and useless suggestions for the reconciliation of the two big brothers.

"Brother Sheng didn't return, maybe he was asleep."

Ding Zhengjiao sent a few messages but did not see Yu Sheng reply, and put down his phone because of worry: "The doors are locked, what can I do? Will some of us unlock?"

The team leader was probably crazy. Several boys looked at each other. Cen Rui raised his hand and stood up: "Team leader, interview you... Are you so interested in this matter because of love and peace?"

"Fart's love and peace." Ding Zhengjiao has sorrowful swearing: "Don't let Kun Shen go back, wait for the rain to go back to the dormitory, which of your dormitory will take Kun Kun tonight?"

Liang Yifan: "..."

Xia Junhua: "..."

"You wait." Cen Rui took out his mobile phone. "I remember I had an unlocked phone."

The boys who scrambled to find the unlocked phone were stopped by the sane team leader.

"What can I do, Brother Sheng doesn't read WeChat."

Liang Yifan has already experienced that the big brother is behind me, and the big guy took me to lie and win. I would rather die than experience the big guy sleeping in my bed. I am very worried: "Let Kun Kun put a small note in the door? Please be sincere. , See if you can get Sheng's forgiveness..."

"Think too much, the big brother can't be so naive."

Xia Junhua interrupted relentlessly: "You might as well turn your brains and brains into the next window."

Cen Rui kindly reminded: "We have anti-theft windows in our bedrooms."

Xia Junhua re-corrected the answer: "Kun God tears the security window out of the next window and then tears the security window in."

The discussion once again entered an unsolvable dead end.

Time passed by one minute and one second, and as we saw that it was nearing midnight, the rain was still not going down, and there was no progress in the discussion.

Jin Linkun touched his arms, and thanked the seven groups of people who helped out. The raincoat that was more useful in this extreme weather was also left, changed back to Yu Sheng's umbrella, and went back to the dormitory first.

"Kun God is Kun God, so calm, must have figured out a way."

Cen Rui admired the two big brothers and watched the figure sink into the rain curtain: "When we go back, Kun might have been warm and sitting in the bedroom drinking **** soup."

"Yes." Xia Junhua thought deeply, "Jiang Tang also put brown sugar."

"Anyway, Kun God has a way."

The seven group leaders took a deep breath and finally let go of their hearts: "Let's also think of a way. If there is a raincoat, there is a way. First send the girl back... Laoliang come to help, what do you want?"

"what?"

Liang Yifan shook his head and hurried over to help unfold the raincoat.

The raincoat is quite large, and two people can wear one. Go back and forth several times, and you can always make it back.

A few people in the group brought umbrellas, and several boys helped to give them away, propped up the umbrella that was shaved and rushed into the rain.

Liang Yifan closed the door, trembling back from the cold wind at the door, looking at the rain that was basically useless outside the door, and wondering how Yu Sheng paused at that time.

"I was thinking, actually--"

He touched his head: "Kun God and Brother Sheng are pretty good..."

The mind of God may also fall.

After the seven groups of students went back to the dormitory after a difficult relay, the students who lived on the fourth floor saw Kunshen carrying a small bench that he didn't know where to get from, sitting at the door of the dormitory, one by one from the door to the small one. Note.

No hurry, a stack of post-it notes on the lap, each one is very sincere.

...

Liang Yifan dragged Ding Zhengjiao to the entrance of the stairs, lowering his voice and came up with an idea.

In the burning eyes of a group of boys, the seven team leaders trembled to Jin Linkun at the door to speak.

A few minutes later, in the hard-to-shock gaze of the classmates who went back to bed one after another, seven groups of students lined up, unusually courageously and squarely, and asked again with a volume that could be heard in the door. Why doesn't God enter the dormitory.

Kun Shen also answered clearly and painstakingly one by one, saying that he forgot to bring the key and was still waiting for the brave, kind and amiable roommate to save himself.

What is even more shocking is that this question and answer only accumulated to the seventh time, and the door behind Kun Kun was suddenly pulled open, with one hand protruding, pulling him into the bedroom.

Seven groups succeeded and retreated.

"What are you doing..."

Yu Sheng was so troubled that he carried the person in and threw it to the table, raised his hand to turn on the light, and then saw the sticky note stuck to the door: "What's the symbol?"

He originally wanted to let go of the ups and downs of a few hours ago and regain his mind to brush a set of questions. Halfway through the brush, I felt a little sleepy. I fell asleep and fell asleep. I didn't pay attention to what little paper was stuck in the door.

I was confused, and I didn't know how long I slept, so I was noisy by the breathless greeting at the door.

Even if the words of the car were not enough, Liang Yifan actually asked again a second time with a squeaky voice.

"Yes-some of their attempts to help me enter the door smoothly."

Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose and coughed a little: "I tried to unlock the card, jam the paper, and jump through the window.

Yu Sheng: "Have you tried knocking on the door?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

There was a warm breeze in the dormitory, which made people inexplicably dizzy. Yu Sheng also felt sleepy, and no longer bothered to put people in. He closed the exercise book and prepared to go to bed and lie down for a while.

After Jin Linkun's side, was dragged: "Friends..."

Yu Sheng was inexplicably in no mood to compete with him, and he stopped as soon as he pulled it, pursed his lips and looked up.

Jin Linkun frowned up.

He took a step forward, and the original loose look also faded, raising his hand and touching it on Sheng's forehead: "Are you a bit feverish?"

Suddenly a hand was put on the forehead, and inexplicably brushed a cool, slightly dispelling the chaos in his mind.

Yu Sheng did feel that his brain turned slower than usual when he was brushing questions. At that time, he didn't care too much. When asked about it, he stood still and thought about it carefully: "No."

"..."

Jin Linkun said that you are almost cooked, and looking at his pale lips, he still hasn't opened his mouth, and withdrew his hand: "Don't sleep, eat something to pad your stomach, take a medicine and lie down."

"No need to."

Yu Sheng turned and walked to the bed: "Sleep to sleep."

I didn't think that before, when asked by him, Yu Sheng found that he seemed to be dizzy and a little shaken, and his body was inexplicably weak.

There was a fire rising up in the throat, but it didn't feel cold on the body. It should be that the air conditioner was warm enough, but it was a little confused and hot.

This feeling is not unfamiliar with Yu Sheng.

He often had a fever when he was in junior high school, but he never took it seriously, and he never took any medicine specifically.

Ten-year-old boys are very resilient. As long as they cover their heads and sleep, and drink more water the next day, what should they do?

Yu Sheng touched his forehead that could not find the temperature, opened the quilt, and wanted to lie down.

Only halfway down, one arm touched his back and picked him up again.

This post was inexplicably awkward. Yu Sheng sat firmly against the wall and endured a dizziness, separating him: "Why?"

"Friend, believe me."

Jin Linkun patted his arm and was confident: "I am very good at taking care of people and give me a chance."

"..." Yu Sheng thought of his ability to buy supper, and instinctively didn't want to give him a chance: "No, no big deal."

In an oolong accident, Yu Sheng was walked around a big triangle. It was really a little bit fried at the time. Thinking about Jin Linkun's one more trip than him, it made a lot of balance.

The rain was so heavy, a group of weak and helpless school bullies were trapped in the teaching building, and he might be asked to help others in the past. Yu Sheng originally wanted to do some questions while waiting, but the result was to fall asleep if he was not careful.

"I didn't ask myself clearly, it didn't matter to you." Yu Sheng made it very clear, "There is no need to apologize--"

"No apology."

Jin Linkun grinned tantrumly, took the conversation very cooperatively, rubbed it on his head, and his tone was unexpectedly gentle and serious: "I just want to take care of you."

...

Five minutes later, Yu Sheng handed over a thirty-eight degree thermometer and sat on the bed, with a cool wall on one side of his forehead, watching Jin Linkun, surrounded by a warm yellow halo.

The headlights were so dizzy that Jin Linkun turned it off smoothly, leaving only the lamp on this side.

In front of him was a small pot with a plug in it, pouring the porridge out of nowhere, bending over and slowly stirring.

The posture looks a bit bluffingly skilled.

Yu Sheng vaguely remembered that it seemed that there was indeed a casserole porridge still open on the far side of the street.

The dizziness was terrible, and the feeling of not having a stomachache was not obvious. I only knew that there was really no appetite.

Yu Sheng turned around, put his forehead against the wall, and closed his eyes again.

Stepping over from behind, Jin Linkun carried a porridge of freshly prepared lunch box and put one hand on his shoulder.

Yu Sheng didn't raise his head, and Jin Linkun didn't worry. He overlaid his shoulders and waited patiently for him.

...

"Just have a fever."

The teenager's voice sounded a little duller than usual: "Something fart."

Jin Linkun smiled, put the porridge next to the bed, and slid down with one hand, separating his forehead from the cold wall.

The palm of the hand was still cold at first, and soon a distinct heat passed through.

He didn't speak, but Yu Sheng was a little bit uncomfortable. He moved his palm and raised his arm with his arm up: "What's laughing?"

Jin Linkun withdrew his hand and palmed his hand slightly, his expression was still serious: "When I thought I was carried by you to the hospital, why didn't I remember such a sentence."

Yu Sheng: "..."

"Try it." Jin Linkun saw the needle and passed the porridge over. "Just give me a chance to show my talent."

Yu Sheng was so annoyed by him that he took two sips.

Buy the porridge from the porridge shop, plug the pot into electricity, pour it in, and heat it.

This man was actually embarrassed to call this talent show.

Actually still confused.

Yu Sheng wasn't embarrassed to dispel his enthusiasm, barely finished eating a lunch box of barbecue-style preserved lean lean porridge, rinsed his mouth, took warm water and antipyretics, and swallowed it together.

Jin Linkun's talent show was very long. He pushed him back into the quilt, tucked him in for the corner, and took a chair to sit by the bed. He opened the book.

Yu Sheng opened his eyes: "No need to read."

Jin Linkun: "..."

He still looked sorry, and looked down at the specially selected book: ""Social Contract Theory", I tried it, it was hypnotic..."

Yu Sheng reached out an arm, snapped the book, turned around in the quilt, and closed his eyes towards the wall.

There was no more talk behind him.

After a while, one hand quietly approached, gently tucked the quilt for him twice, and touched his forehead again.

Quite annoyingly gentle.

Yu Sheng was not used to this kind of touch, frowned, and lifted that hand away: "It's too late, sleep with you."

"Not in a hurry."

Jin Linkun responded unhurriedly, reopening the book in his hand, and flipped a page with a whisper: "I still have to observe to see if the medicine works."

Yu Sheng didn't take it seriously: "It's all medicine, what's not working?"

Jin Linkun answered very seriously: "If it expired yesterday, you have to look at--"

Yu Sheng sat up with his arms up.

"Teasing you, teasing you."

Jin Linkun stopped the conversation and stopped him with a smile: "There is another year, I bought it before I came, I don't believe in showing you the box..."

He was tall and long, and he easily controlled the man in his arms. I was about to put it back on the bed, but I realized that the strength between my arms sank slightly, and the warmth slightly higher than my body temperature suddenly reached my shoulder.

Jin Linkun jumped inexplicably.

It seemed to be suddenly quiet around him, and the young man's hot, tenacious body was wrapped in his arms, separated by two thin layers of clothing, and fell warmly and slightly on the shoulders and neck.

His heartbeat was inexplicably fast, his throat knotted slightly, and he touched his arm: "Yu Sheng?"

There was no movement on the shoulder.

Jin Linkun was a little worried, and he supported him: "I'm so dizzy? Do you need to go to the hospital—"

Yu Sheng raised his hand and closed his mouth.

Jin Linkun stopped talking.

He stayed quiet for a moment, looking down at the motionless person against his shoulder, his eyes lightened a little, and raised his hand to rub his neck.

"It's all right, ah."

Jin Linkun's voice softened, and he slowly rubbed the boy's neck.

His hand patted lightly and fell on Sheng's back: "I have taken medicine, and I feel uncomfortable when I wake up."

Yu Sheng was a bit stunned by the lack of comfort words of this person: "...this is what I said."

"OK, then say something you haven't said."

Jin Linkun chuckled, and helped Yu Sheng lie back.

"sleep."

He didn't move any more, so he sat on the edge of the bed like this, grabbing his arm and grabbing the book: "I'm not going."