Don’t Talk To Me!

Jin Linkun is very annoying.

When the hot day is not fast, you have to drag Yu Sheng to take care of the pancake stall business, and gladly asked for two sets according to the stall owner's report.

Yu Sheng was pulled by his arm and listened to the enthusiastic chat between him and the stall owner "Last time in the morning" and "I like everything I like", and I really wanted to beat this person again. .

"Everything is starting to be taken, it's not good to be..."

After buying pancakes, Jin Linkun didn't know what to do, and went back with his hands, carrying two sets of pancakes for his work at Yu Sheng: "It's not easy to sell stalls on a hot day, it can't dispel the enthusiasm of others.

This person is especially good at preaching truth as if bluffing, and the tone is serious, as if not affected by the arc that the corner of the mouth can't hide.

Yu Sheng Yu Sheng was not stupid enough to stand under the sun and wait for him. He picked an obscure corner and leaned in the shadows to play with his phone for a long time. Finally, when this man came back, he glanced at him lukewarmly: "Laugh if you want to laugh, you can't bear it."

Jin Linkun couldn't hold back, and his smile rose sharply from the bottom of his eyes, raising his hand on his shoulder: "Friend, just now--"

"Don't move your hands." Yu Sheng raised his hand and grabbed his arm. "Are you hot?"

The arm turned tighter, Jin Jinkun circled him, and the hand behind him handed over, stuffing the ice cream in Sheng's hand: "Not hot."

This man's strength did not know how to be so great, Yu Sheng earned it and did not break away, did not wait for a reaction, he had been detained in his arms.

Yu Sheng was a little confused about what he was going to do, frowned, raised his head, and wanted to speak. He was facing Jin Linkun, lowering his head, and buried it in his neck.

Yu Sheng lifted the ice cream in time, thinking about the difference between his current shape and the Statue of Liberty, and chatting better than pulling his collar collarlessly and pulling back: "Why?"

I don’t know where Jin Linkun went to buy ice cream again. The matcha-flavored ice cold was stuffed into his palm. The bitter breath diluted the sweetness of milk. The ice cream trembled a lot.

The shadow of the signboard was cast, and the pedestrians hurriedly walked over the sun, coming and going busy to their destinations, and no one noticed the movement in the corner.

Jin Linkun's voice sounded a little soft, and the tone was very serious: "Thank you."

Yu Sheng: "..."

This is how much to love pancakes.

Yu Sheng was hugged by him, and he could only lift the ice cream that was in danger of collapsing again, and patted it on his back twice casually: "Thank you fart, let go, the ice cream will melt."

Jin Linkun smiled softly, let go of his hand very cooperatively, and took a step back: "I will buy it for you after it has melted."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the kindness that had faded in these days seemed to come back with this sentence again.

Yu Sheng simply calculated the physical exertion of beating a person now, and felt that it was still unnecessary. He ate a bit of ice cream and grabbed him: "Hurry away, you have to back up, and tossing can annoy you."

He just talked casually, but Jin Linkun seemed to have made up his mind to answer every sentence. He followed him honestly: "Go to your house, don't bother."

"..."

Yu Sheng decided to shut up.

The bus here goes every half an hour, and I have to go back again to get to the station. Yu Sheng took him all the way to the train and got on the bus, only to realize that Jin Linkun was thanking him.

That day was the first day of the summer camp.

He was shocked by the enthusiasm of studying in this place, and decided to go over the wall as soon as possible and go home to do what.

As a result, halfway through, I saw a very annoying gossip post in the circle of money **** forum, saying that the popularity of Kunshen High School was quite good. It was denied by a group of people and felt that this person was unusually bad.

It's a shame to say that it's the same as the real one.

He thought about how this roommate was so worrying, he returned to WeChat, bought a pancake and went back.

Yu Sheng finished the last bite of ice cream and turned his head to look at Jin Linkun leaning on the seat.

The bus drove forward, and most of the people were sleeping, the curtains were not tight, and the sun would still shine in.

Jin Linkun didn't let him lean on the window. He sat in the glare of light when he was sitting on, and the black eyes behind the lens were closed, not annoying nor beating.

Quiet, still holding the cult pancake that put everything in his hand.

Yu Sheng stretched out his hand, intending to take away the heat source that increased the temperature first.

Just moved, the people around them opened their eyes immediately.

When Jin Linkun was really asleep, the brief coolness of waking up would be a little scary. In addition, his eyes are narrow and long, and his eyes are extremely black. With a slight squeeze of his eyelids, Liang Yifan can sit scared.

Yu Sheng is usually the beating party. He always squints his eyes as myopia, and is basically not affected by his habit. He touched his arms and tugged the curtains twice.

Just thinking about closing my eyes for a while, I actually fell asleep accidentally.

Jin Linkun calmed down for a while before looking back, looking at Yu Sheng sideways, his eyes bent behind the lens.

It's very quiet. As soon as the sun goes down, it looks like it's being pulled into the depths, the pupils are dark, and there is no special emotion.

Yu Sheng greeted his eyes and frowned.

...I don't know what this person dreamed of.

Not too accustomed to him to show such a look, Yu Sheng peeled a lump of sugar into his mouth and bowed his head to grab the pancake in Jin Linkun's hand: "Come on... If you want to sleep, sleep well, I will help you hold it."

"No, it's hot."

Jin Linkun's wrist turned slightly and the other hand came over, pulling his arm: "Yu Sheng."

Yu Sheng: "Why."

Jin Linkun didn't speak and called him again.

...Started again.

Yu Sheng: "Something talks, nothing shuts up."

Jin Linkun shut his mouth in a good manner, still pulling his arm, lips raised, and closed his eyes and leaned back.

He did not fall asleep this time, but inexplicably did not want to let go of his hands.

Knowing that the roommate had always been soft-hearted, Jin Linkun closed his eyes pretendingly, wondering how he could pretend to sleep more, and Yu Sheng next to him suddenly moved.

Yu Sheng didn't take his arm back, and took a bit of effort to touch it in his pocket, fiddling with it for a while, a headset was tucked into his ear.

Some cool fingertips brushed his ears, and light piano music flowed in.

Jin Linkun instinctively took a breath and could not react, the glasses had been taken off.

The sunburnt eyes were covered by the palm of the hand, and he rubbed it twice, and the impatient voice was in the ear: "OK, sleep."

Jin Linkun gently raised the corner of his lips, and relaxed relaxedly under the cool palm of his hand.

I don’t know whether it’s because the cool spot on the eyelids is too comfortable, or the piano is playing too nicely. He didn’t shake the bus this time, and he really fell asleep.

In fact, the distance between the two cities is not far away, that is, the bus does not get on the high speed, and does not rush to the destination. The sky is a little dark, and the lights on the pedestrian street are starting to light up one after another.

Jin Linkun was awakened by Yu Sheng, only to find that he actually slept all the way.

"Did you wake up?"

Yu Sheng was afraid that he would cross the street before waking up, carrying pancakes in one hand and holding him in the other, and waiting for a red light on the sidewalk: "If you don't wake up and wait to go back to sleep, you must first be spiritual."

Jin Linkun let him tugging and rubbing his neck sourly, and followed him very honestly: "Wake up, sleep very well."

In fact, he was not sleepy at all, and he didn't know what was going on. Sitting together, the two of them were wearing a pair of headphones, and unconsciously, a certain thought in his heart fell down bit by bit.

He was so stable that he didn't want to do anything, and he didn't want to think about anything.

The bus parking position is in the middle of the third middle school and the provincial key. Jin Linkun is actually not familiar with this piece. After crossing the road, he couldn't help looking around.

Looking up, Yu Sheng was waiting for him not far in front.

Jin Linkun speeded up two steps to keep up: "Yu Sheng."

Yu Sheng stopped and waited for him to return.

Jin Linkun raised his hand and put it on his shoulder: "How about I transfer to your school when the school starts?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

"I'm serious." Jin Linkun was very serious once, holding the hand that touched his forehead, a little depressed, "No fever."

Yu Sheng broke his serious dream mercilessly: "Not very good, your principal will probably hold the sickle sculpture of your school to chase down our principal to the end of the world."

There is a sickle sculpture in the province, which is very stream of consciousness. Yu Sheng has been to their school twice, and the impression has been very deep. I always feel that this thing can start another role when the zombie siege.

When he insisted on going to the Third Middle School at that time, he was talked about by the private principal several times, and even blocked the door of the Third Middle School a few times. It is very clear what the status of the famous students like Jin Linkun in the high school is.

No matter what happened at the time, it may be enough for Jin Linkun to quit school for a year. If one year later, people said that they would run, their principal would probably be black.

Jin Linkun could not refute, regretfully dismissed his thoughts, and continued to follow him, carefully looking at the road around him.

When he began to take out his mobile phone to remember the name of the shop around the corner, Yu Sheng finally couldn't help it: "Aren't you going to school next to me?"

"In theory, but I only know the main entrance."

Jin Linkun put down his phone and looked up honestly: "Accurately, I only know the road from the bus stop at the entrance of our school to the main entrance."

"..."

Taking into account the other aspects of this person’s survival skills, Yu Sheng was not surprised at all. He took a deep breath and re-grabbed the person who might have lost it sometime: "Then how did you get to the back wall that day? Go, get lost?"

"Ah?" Jin Linkun was asked by him, and he was stunned and touched the tip of his nose: "...Is it."

The answer was a bit inexplicable to hear. Yu Sheng glanced at him without asking any more. He pulled him around the street and entered his own community.

Jin Linkun originally thought that remembering the road meeting would be a very difficult challenge. As soon as he looked up, he had successfully reached the finish line. He couldn't help but surprise: "So easy to find?"

"Take two turns in total."

Yu Sheng’s house was very close to the back wall of the school. Every day he went to school by inertia in his sleep. He couldn’t feel his joy of turning back and forth: "Left to right, ten minutes."

Jin Linkun nodded and also recorded it on the mobile phone memo.

Yu Sheng swiped his card, pressed the floor of his elevator, and glanced at his screen: "...you remember what this is doing."

"Identify the door."

Jin Linkun bent his eyes, put away his phone, and stood beside him: "Maybe I will use it anytime."