Don’t Talk To Me!

Liang Yifan suddenly felt the atmosphere in the back seat was a little strange.

To sum up, it is probably extremely rare and extremely strong, even making the chair under his **** shake his survival desire twice.

When seeing the unread message of "what talents can still be" on the mobile phone, Liang Yifan suddenly realized that the two swings of the stool just now might have been kicked.

The seven groups of people were almost finished picking their talents. For a while, they really couldn't think of anything natural and not deliberate.

Liang Yifan grabbed his phone and turned his head, quickly turning his head to prepare for interruption, at least give Kun God a time to think about preparation.

Jin Linkun seemed much more nervous than usual, opened his mouth, and the pen in his hand turned away.

The registration form is just one, handwritten, and the people behind are still waiting to fill it out. Yu Sheng was a little impatient, and pressed his hand that he had just picked up the pen, gripping Yan Yan: "Hurry up."

The two were sitting side by side, Yu Sheng holding the pen in his right hand, and leaning over with his left hand to grab his hand, the whole person almost leaned over.

The familiar breath suddenly approached, Jin Linkun's mind was empty for a moment, and he subconsciously spoke: "Pipe organ..."

Yu Sheng frowned, put down the pen and looked up.

Liang Yifan also heard the joke made by Yu Sheng, and he was cooperating with "Hahaha, the original talent is a pipe organ", and then he procrastinated, and then he heard his spirit move: "...What is a pipe organ?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

Liang Yifan: "..."

...

The story happened the day before the city's unified examination.

Jin Linkun just returned from the youth training camp and took the exam the next day. Because he was too bored, he went to his game account.

After all, the strength is still much stronger than silver, and winning is too easy. He was politely shot out of the game by contemporary practice.

After playing the game for so long, he was treated as a substitute for the first time, which made him see the results of a year of suffering from the youth training camp. After returning from the youth training camp, the strength is advancing by leaps and bounds, it is not to find a high-level training.

Probably because the number of adding friends is a little more, the last time the other party finally passed, and he also kindly sent a message to wish him good luck, don't meet yourself again and again.

...

Then I don't know if it was a blessing of some metaphysical power. When he was still puzzled by the news, he found that the two people could happen to meet no matter how they were arranged.

And the opponent can also stare at him time and time again, even if they are airdropped at both ends of the map, they can also shoot him out before entering the last circle.

Heroes cherish heroes, Jin Linkun feels that this person can make friends.

After the exam, they were numbered again, and the two of them were again arranged in a game under fate. This time the new friend's mood seemed to be not very good. Even the speed of beating him out was much slower than the night before.

He thought about it carefully and thought that the only thing that was more interesting was the summer camp, and he generously shared it with the other party.

Later, when I came to the summer camp, Jin Linkun actually turned the wall several times, but neither of them happened to meet again.

He also felt that maybe a new friend came to the summer camp, he found new fun and happily swam in the ocean of knowledge.

I didn't think at all that the other party might have more than one number, and even lent him one, and even made him fall from the star diamond to the gold three.

"..."

After listening to the whole process, Liang Yifan couldn't help but express his sympathy: "Kun God, I think you have been unjustly beaten."

He was shocked when he heard that Jin Linkun was acting silly, and he did not hesitate to delineate all the artistic specialities of acting from the alternative projects.

After Yu Sheng instantly reflected the possibility of blackness under the lamp and quickly connected the whole story, all his work was left with holding his head and helping to protect the things on the table from falling.

"It's okay." Jin Linkun held his glasses and brought the crooked table back again: "Is there any other strategy?"

Yu Sheng was dragged away by the seven group leaders to help the staff program. Liang Yifan would not do anything. He honestly waited for the arrangement and was immersed in the shock that he had planned to such a degree: "Ah? What..."

Jin Linkun gave him a clear search scope: "For example, just after a beating, how can I continue to take my roommate out for dinner."

Liang Yifan: "..."

The self-study class became a talent show. Everyone was scurrying around for inspiration. Jin Linkun was beaten up so unobviously that few people even discovered it.

Yu Sheng was dragged by a group of people, and it was heated to discuss what the seven groups could show, and won a place in the literary show.

"How about the chorus?" Ding Zhengjiao didn't know much about this kind of activity, thinking about it: "Sheng Ge plays the piano, don't Dong Jue sing? Can you lead the sing?"

The registration list was designed by Cen Rui on the spot, and it happened to be passed back and shot in front of him: "Leader, look at how many people ticked the "no run" on this, it will probably eliminate your unrealistic. idea."

In particular, several people honestly chose "I don't know what the key is", and I don't know what the effect of a mouth is.

The chorus-like program was hit into the cold palace in a blink of an eye. A group of people meditated and put forward several ideas one after another, and had to regret to give up one by one because of the limitations of the actual conditions.

After going around, I couldn't come up with a form suitable for everyone.

"I think, this activity mainly depends on the face."

Xia Junhua drew a pen and thought: "According to my many years of literary and artistic performance experience, as long as he looks good, standing on the stage and brushing the questions on the spot may get unanimous praise from the judges."

Cen Rui agrees with this point: "And as long as there are two people attracting attention in the front, we can manage to paddle behind."

...

Everyone's eyes fell on Sheng for a while, and then turned to another corner of the classroom.

"When you say this, I suddenly feel that Kun God and Sheng Brother are standing on the stage, and our chances of winning seem to be there."

Ding Zhengjiao moved a bit: "Brother Sheng knows piano, why don't you ask Kun Kun what talents he has? No matter what, let's cooperate with—"

Yu Sheng, who was forced to pull over to help and listen to the discussion while brushing the questions, finally raised his head: "He can pipe the organ."

"..."

In a quiet place, Ding Zhengjiao was still reluctant to give up, trying to make suggestions: "Or-we can play the organ..."

The first plenary meeting of the seven groups entered a dead end.

In the next two days, the content of the discussion still failed to get out of the dead end.

Under the leadership of Liang Yifan, the number of people who dared to come to the last row of chats increased a little. In order to be able to discuss a suitable form of performance, several main program organizers gathered their courage, led by team leader Ding Zhengjiao, and used their spare time to gather around the two gangsters who united the group's hopes.

"Kun God, I can't figure it out."

Cen Rui also squatted by the table holding the book and couldn't help asking: "What made you decide to learn the organ, is it ideal? Is it faith?"

Xia Junhua followed the fun: "Is it a tribute to the king of musical instruments and a passion for classical music?"

A group of rooms with several floors and a few floors high, which can dominate the entire church with a little domineering. How did you learn? The seven groups of students discussed it secretly for a long time.

Finally, under the impeccable theory of the deputy leader Kong Jiahe, "as long as there is someone playing a musical instrument, there must be a way to learn this musical instrument", it finally finally dispelled Kun Shen just because he didn’t want to participate in group activities Talent speculation.

Jin Linkun has been very friendly recently, and will also chat with the classmates a few more words, and then put down the pen in his hand: "In order not to be always called up to perform talent."

Ding Zhengjiao: "..."

Xia Junhua: "..."

"..."

Cen Rui, whose specialty is a harmonica, froze, listening: "Lying trough, I actually moved a little."

"Be quiet." Ding Zhengjiao lowered his voice to remind him, "Brother Sheng is sleeping."

Just switched from brushing questions to endorsement last night, Yu Sheng turned the historical chronology of half-night in his mind. He didn't sleep well and was lying on the table to make up.

This kind of environment where people are talking and not too noisy is naturally hypnotic. Yu Sheng has slept for half an activity class, and has not yet woke up.

The voice of a group of people consciously could not be lowered, watching them kunshen put down the pen to say something, and then turned around again, and gently lifted the coat on the table for the person lying on the table.

Yu Sheng half of his face was buried in his arm, aware of the movement on his shoulder, frowned, raised his hand and wanted to pick it apart.

Jin Linkun was not anxious at all, took his hand patiently and sent it back, tidyed up his clothes, and patted twice on his back.

Realizing the familiar strength, Yu Sheng's strength that originally wanted to sit up with his arms slowed down, and then he lay back and released Meifeng to continue to sleep.

"……Wow."

Suddenly, Cen Rui didn't know what emotion he should publish: "Xia Junhua, right hand ruler, do you have any thoughts this time?"

Xia Junhua: "Don't talk, I need to sort out my ideas."

Dong Jue: "I started to want to sleep, really, is it so happy to sleep in class?"

Liang Yifan was accustomed to seeing this, and he was already surprised at this kind of picture. He glanced at this group of students who had no knowledge of the same group, and unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip.

The seven groups of students who were not irritated by the picture in front of me were warming up in groups with your words. The only Ding Zhengjiao who did not participate was looking back and forth for a while, hesitating to say: "Kun God, I heard that I would play the organ , At least you must have a piano foundation..."

Jin Linkun nodded.

Ding Zhengjiao sharply grasped the thought that flashed through his mind: "Can you and Brother Sheng-can you use four hands together?"

Yu Sheng has a four-handed score, but they are all at home, so they have to take it home.

When discussing this step plan, Kong Jiahe tried to propose that the city bookstore had music scores. By comparison, buying a new one would save more manpower and material resources than taking a bus to the city to get it. Xieli covered his mouth and pressed back.

"Of course it can be."

Lao Wan got a leave of absence and was a little curious: "But classmate Yu is going to get the score, why are two people asking for leave?"

The team leader Ding Zhengjiao was prepared early: "Because the piano scores should be selected according to my hobbies and skills, Kun-Jin Linkun’s direction is different from Yu Sheng, they need to decide which one to take after the discussion. Ben is back."

Lao Wan nodded and turned the leave slip: "Why do you have to ask for two days?"

Cen Ruifei quickly raised his hand: "Because the next city is far away from here, Kunshen is prone to motion sickness and needs to rest for one night, otherwise it will affect the state too much."

Justified.

Lao Wan readily agreed to give two people two days of leave.

On Line 4, Jin Linkun, who is known as motion sickness, is raising his arm, trying to make his roommate who was brought out and put on his clothes put on his clothes: "Sleep for a while, I will call you at the station."

"No, wake up."

Yu Sheng was arranged so clearly after he slept, a little surprised by Jin Linkun's good talk, rubbing his forehead and sitting up: "Why do they suddenly need four hands to play, then what are they doing on stage?"

"Not determined yet, it may be a dance or a stage play."

Because of the magical strokes of the seven group leaders, Jin Linkun participated in the discussion completely for the first time, retelling him in detail: "The deputy leader will play erhu, and Cen Rui will play the harmonica. There are also a few people who have the specialty of musical instruments, they are discussing, See if you can find a suitable way to incorporate all of these."

Yu Sheng took the mug he handed over and drank it: "That's almost a fight."

In order to be able to take the stage in elementary school, I also participated in a so-called Chinese and Western musical instrument performance in the city. Because of insufficient preparation time and hasty running-in, the grand occasion at that time can still be clearly remembered.

Jin Linkun was curious: "How to fight?"

Yu Sheng simply recalled to him: "The erhu held the string of the erhu and sawed the violin. The clarinet was played by the world. Susan was missing from the Sanxian. Finally, he found it on the guitar. The drum wanted to pull it. , Beaten together by both sides."

Jin Linkun listened to him and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "It sounds very lively."

"Ah." Yu Sheng now recalled the past, and there was no feeling left, rubbing his neck with a smile, "It's quite lively."

In fact, the final result of the show was very good. Except that he was a junior high school student, there were parents who were not able to fight, and the layman also felt very good, and the cheers of the crowd sounded one after another.

Although I don't expect the performance of this performance, if the rehearsal is properly scheduled, maybe I will be able to make something confusing.

This time the subway arrived at the station as if it was coming out faster than last time. Yu Sheng then changed his mind and was patted twice by Jin Linkun on his knee, indicating that he was at the station.

As soon as he left the subway station, the burning sun greeted him.

Yu Sheng came once and remembered the road. Jin Linkun, who was still preparing to turn down the map while pulling, said: "Follow, don't lose."

Last time, he was still preparing to escape from the summer camp through the wall. Inexplicably, he bought a pancake and went back to the wall. He didn't even remember why he came out.

Now when I arrived at this place again, I still followed this person. I went home to get the sheet music for the literary and artistic performances that hadn't interested me for a long time.

Yu Sheng himself feels a bit wonderful.

Jin Linkun smiled and followed him: "It's really lost, will you come back and find me?"

"Find a fart."

Yu Sheng had a headache, and glanced at him angrily: "If you lose you, you will be alone in the summer camp. I will go home to play games and lie as I want.

Jin Linkun was dumb and stopped talking with a bad temper, speeding up to keep up with him.

At lunchtime, when the snacks came to the stall, they were arranged in a row, and they were busy and attracting customers.

Jin Linkun seemed to come out for the first time, looking at everything. He was curious about a pancake stand and was photographed by Yu Sheng: "You eat pancakes on a hot day, don't you get motion sick?"

When Yu Sheng woke up, a group of people had already written a leave request with strong execution and prepared to leave for two people. It was too late to hear such a stalk.

"I just fainted just now, just breathe it."

Jin Linkun whispered in peace, withdrawing his gaze from the rich variety of ingredients on the pancake cart, a little regret: "This looks delicious..."

There are a lot of people in the urban area, and it is easy to get away if you are not careful. Yu Sheng, afraid of walking too fast, could not keep up, stopped and waited for him, and could not help but glance at him.

...A bit familiar.

Without waiting for him to grab the picture from the memory at that time, the enthusiastic stall owner recognized the young man who had a unique ordering method at a glance, and happily waved at him: "I haven't seen you for a long time-last time you bought When I got a pancake, I hurried back. Are you in a hurry this time?"

The stall owner's memory is very good, and he has started to take things very swiftly: "I still come to pancakes today? Put another set of everything and only put crisps? Wait three minutes and you can make it immediately!"