Don’t Talk To Me!

What happened next, Jin Linkun actually did not have a very clear impression.

It seemed to be the curtain call together. The judges commented on the program, stepped down, asked for the number, and asked to fill in something.

The hands of the two men only clasped in front of the piano for a while, but his palm still seemed to be hot until now, and he clasped his palms in vain, not even willing to hold them.

At the end of the performance, the classmates should stay as the audience until the end of the whole performance. Others were guided to sit in the dark and Yu Sheng was stopped in the background.

Some people came to ask about their piano repertoire, and even a few professors of Yang Yin came over specifically to ask Yu Sheng's willingness to apply for the exam.

Heard that he did not intend to take the art, the old professors were very sorry, but still insisted on retaining the number of invitations, leaving him a contact number.

Jin Linkun struggled to find his mind, and whispered with him: "I think I played well, why no one came to me?"

"Your doll is dancing with the bear and Chopin?" Yu Sheng didn't give him a face, "That's a nocturne, why are you so happy?"

Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose, trying to find a suitable reason for himself: "It may not be sad every night, maybe Chopin suddenly fell in love while playing the piano."

"..."

Yu Sheng was inexplicably a little convinced, nodded, and turned into the bathroom.

No matter how easy it is to get on the stage, Yu Sheng doesn't like to have anything on her face. She just barely puts some powder on her face and puts on two sets of hairspray. She needs to wash it off immediately.

Jin Linkun followed him subconsciously, and also stood by the sink, receiving two cups of water on his face.

The cold water slid down the cheeks, extinguishing a little flame of unknown flame.

Yu Sheng rushed the hairspray by the way and shook the water droplets twice: "Did someone come over just now?"

"……Have."

Jin Linkun smiled, turned out a small square scarf from his pocket, and pulled the person over to wipe his hair well for him: "It's not what matters."

There is an electronic version of the program list of the show. Jin Linkun took care of it. Song Heming, who once jumped out and found faults, played the piano solo in their group. .

This man wandered around from the end of the game, probably gained a lot of confidence from the warm applause in front of him. Hearing their adapted primary difficulty four-handed combination, they couldn't help but come to demonstrate again.

...

Before the result came, Yu Sheng was blocked by Yang Yin's highly respected old professors.

The kids are so cute they don't have to pretend. Jin Linkun couldn't help raising his lips, did not elaborate with Yu Sheng, helped him dry his hair, and returned to the audience together.

The student numbers of the two were next to each other, and the seats were arranged as they were each time.

The lights under the field were so dark that Jin Linkun leaned back in his seat, listening to the gentle and gentle breathing of the people around him, and sitting for a while, the thought of deliberately evading was still difficult to turn back.

He couldn't help but bow his head, looked at his palm, nudged gently, and let go a little bit.

...

It wasn't the first time to pull the hand, but this time it was obviously different.

His children took the initiative to pull him, ten fingers clasped together, there is no point to throw him away, clenched firmly and tightly.

The thoughts were bulging in the chest, and I couldn't understand it.

He looked at Yu Sheng and couldn't help but ask what happened just now. After trying it several times, he couldn't ask.

Yu Shengan leaned quietly in his seat, his eyes set on the roaring rostrum.

The boy's eyes were clear and clear, and his eyes were extraordinarily pure black, clearly reflecting the bright colors cast on the stage.

Jin Linkun closed his eyes for a moment, then reached over again, groping for Yu Sheng's hand.

The field was too dark. He didn't touch it a few times, only his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, roaring like he wanted to be shocked about what he never dared to point out.

"Kun God?"

Ding Zhengjiao didn't know when to touch it, bent over, and lined up to inform the message: "After a while, there will be a campfire party, everyone don't leave, each group gathers themselves..."

Jin Linkun was slightly stunned, and the thought of being ignored all the time came out, and his right hand subconsciously emptied.

Unable to respond, Cen Rui on the side couldn't help but say: "Why is it so fast-isn't it just two days before it ends?"

Ding Zhengjiao has also participated in several summer camps, knowing the process, and whispering to explain to him: "These days were prepared for the students who sent the procedures, and someone will leave almost tomorrow."

The campfire party was almost at the end of a summer camp preparation.

Some schools start early, and when the campfire is over, the next day they will pack up and prepare to return to school. Students who have the need for guaranteed delivery and special enrollment will stay for an extra few days, complete the signing procedure and then leave.

In traditional summer camps, literary shows and campfires have always been the final farewell ceremony. In order not to affect the performance of the show, the campfire party will always be reserved until after the show.

Many people actually knew that, but no one was willing to mention it.

"Lao Wan invited us to dinner and said, this time I will not drink milk tea and give everyone a good meal..."

Ding Zhengjiao squatted beside the seat, whispered a few words, and then quietly abruptly.

The performance on stage continued, and now the performance is a skit, with several good burdens buried in it, and laughter sounded from time to time under the stage.

Xia Junhua was a little bit at a loss, opened her mouth, and tentatively asked, "So... will you go after a while? After the summer camp is over, even if it is over?"

No one answered him, Ding Zhengjiao was silent for a while, and nodded gently.

"Don't, I haven't figured out how to play C language. Lao Cen also taught me how to connect my mobile phone to the projection screen of the school classroom--"

Xia Junhua looked back and forth, the words stopped, and after a while he whispered: "...Don't."

The girls sitting in the front row were still looking back to listen to them. Suddenly, they couldn't hold back, and raised their hands to cover their mouths hurriedly, and the tears fell with a blink of an eye.

"It's okay, it's not that the summer camp is over and you won't be able to see--"

Cen Rui hurriedly coaxed, handed tissues over, carefully whispered: "Don't cry, little fairies, the makeup hasn't been removed yet, your eyeshadows are all colorful..."

A few girls were uncomfortable. Hearing his words, they couldn't hold back, but still laughed with tears in their eyes.

Liang Yifan wiped his eyes and punched him with a punch: "Lao Cen, can you slightly respect our sad atmosphere now."

"Am I not respectful yet?"

Cen Rui really had no idea, and racked his brains: "Why don’t I help you to make the big screen black now, and write time is not old, we will not leave? But this may be a bit difficult, while using hacking technology, I may have to put The computer they control is stolen temporarily..."

Some people play tricks, and everyone's uncomfortable thoughts are a little weaker, and the laughter sounds softly.

Ding Zhengjiao rubbed his eyes and couldn't help smiling, then took a deep breath: "It's done, don't be fooling, just talk about business."

They were pulled to the auditorium to fill in the blanks when they got off the stage. Most people haven't had time to remove their makeup, and their clothes are still worn. They have to go to remove makeup and change clothes one after another, so as not to be in a hurry.

The venue of the campfire was not far away, and the show was over directly after the end of the show.

Ding Zhengjiao was so worried that he patted his shoulders one by one, making sure that they were notified, and pulled several boys together to return their clothes.

Several of the little girls in the pumpkin cart had their colorful eyeshadows muddy. They were arranged to remove their makeup first. Ding Zhengjiao bent over and sat down to help fill in the blanks. He turned back and asked Jin Linkun: "Kun God, I heard that your school should also return to school early... ...Are you leaving tomorrow?"

Jin Linkun's formalities are handled by a special person. When he wants to go to class, he can go with a schoolbag, and he doesn't need to go back to school in advance to study. The original plan was to watch when Yu Sheng left, and he also arranged the itinerary together.

He sat up slightly, just about to speak, and the hand on the armrest was suddenly gripped again.

Jin Linkun turned his head.

Yu Sheng still looked at the stage, his lips curled up, his lines were still, he could not see any special look.

At that time, I didn't have time to pay attention, but now I realized that the children's hands are still very cold, and their fingers are on the back of the hands, so tight that life hurts.

Jin Linkun moved his palm and tried to hold it back.

Yu Sheng was always watching the program, and did not participate in the communication of everyone. It seemed that there was nothing affected by the end of the summer camp.

If it weren't for Jin Linkun who felt that his hands were about to fall apart, he might really think that Yu Sheng didn't care much about it.

Jin Linkun suddenly remembered that he had never found an opportunity to discuss with Yu Sheng. Yu Sheng didn't know how he planned the next year.

I grabbed the hand for a while, but I couldn't keep warm. Jin Linkun moved his arm and tried to pull himself twice, trying to help him simmer again.

Yu Sheng didn't let go of his hand, but he didn't follow his strength, his arms were tight, Jin Linkun tried to pull it twice, but he couldn't move it at all.

The look of the teenager looked a little colder than usual, Mei Yu appeared indifferent and calm, his eyes fell on the stage motionlessly, the sharp lines outlined in his shirt disappeared in the darkness, and seemed a little sharp.

Jin Linkun suddenly thought of Yu Sheng's "home".

Empty, the model house is not popular at all. It seems that the house has never been changed since it was bought and renovated.

Yu Sheng said briefly to him a few times, but he didn't mention it intentionally, but he was still able to piece together what was going on.

Since sitting in front of the piano, Jin Linkun has been wearing the boy sitting on the piano bench in a tuxedo and a white shirt with a small red bow tie in his heart.

So stubborn and so obedient, he can't even speak soft words.

I couldn't give it anymore, but I only knew that I was holding my hand tightly.

How did the person who had left him break this hand apart.

"Yu Sheng..."

Jin Linkun made a gesture to Ding Zhengjiao, and then said a few moments, then turned to him and said softly, "Yu Sheng."

The sound effect on the stage was so good, Jin Linkun called a few times, and the voice that was a little dumb was finally heard through the deafening music.

Yu Sheng was quiet for a while, then turned to look at him.

Jin Linkun's chest hurt slightly.

The summer camp was almost over, he had already figured out what to do, but Yu Sheng didn't know yet.

For Sheng, the end of the summer camp means going back to that deserted house. One cannot sleep a whole night, sitting by the bed, renovating the Chinese dictionary page by page, entry by entry Back.

How long did this matter stay in his children's hearts?

Jin Linkun squeezed the corner of his lower lip, took a light breath, and slowly took his hand: "Have you thought about - did you find a tutor in senior three?"

...

Yu Sheng looked at him and couldn't help frowning: "Is my grades bad enough to worry you so much?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

The problem is not with his roommates, but because he is too obscure to express ambiguity.

"Again."

Jin Linkun had a terrible heartbeat, took a breath, and tried his best to change it to a simple and clear expression: "I want to live in your senior year."

...

In response to Yu Sheng's increasingly complex eyes, Jin Linkun also realized that he seemed to be too robber to say that he could not help raising his hand and rubbing the tip of his nose: "Friend, I mean--

Just to explain, Yu Sheng said first: "So you don't leave?"

"……Correct."

He asked too briefly, but Jin Linkun still understood what he meant, and nodded gently: "I won't go."

Yu Sheng sat upright with his arms up and looked at him carefully for a while. After confirming that Jin Linkun wasn't joking with him, he threw his hand back smoothly.

Jin Linkun:? ? ?

The author has something to say: Sheng Ge: Don't leave early. (￣へ￣)ノ⌒●~*