Don’t Talk To Me!

After finishing speaking, Yu Sheng turned away, and Jin Linkun grabbed his wrist.

Someone walked and made trouble outside the door, while others were busy packing things.

On the last day of the summer camp, no one thought about going to bed early, and clear and lively voices came in through the door panels.

Suddenly, his hearing was much sharper than usual. The second hand moved forward one by one, his breathing was a little quick, mixed with the intense heartbeat of who he was.

Jin Linkun raised his head and looked at him.

The child's entire ear was red, lips curled tightly, eyebrow peak scrambled hard, and he seemed to be able to beat him at any time.

The hand he held was not meant to be used at all.

Without even exerting any force, his fingers were loosened and his wrists were slightly convex, touching his palm.

Kind of... well.

Jin Linkun pulled him, and his throat rolled gently: "Yu Sheng."

Yu Sheng stretched his lips: "Have you finished writing?"

"...Just write this."

Turning his gaze back to the blank sheet of paper on the table, Jin Linkun turned back, and when he picked up the pen, he was about to start, the nib paused, and he bent down and found it in the drawer.

Yu Sheng couldn't help but ask him: "What are you looking for?"

"Pencil." Jin Linkun turned the drawer over and hurriedly stood up, looking layer by layer on the bookshelf. "Wait for a while, I draw a horizontal line, and I have to draw a draft. You are a little - wait for me... "

He didn't seem to have been so nervous, he kept talking about it unconsciously, and he rummaged around twice, and his sweat was all over his forehead.

Yu Sheng looked at him for a while, lowered his eyelashes, and twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly.

Jin Linkun buried his head for a long time, and finally pulled out a wooden pencil with a broken head from the horn, and picked up the knife to sharpen it. Then he raised his hand and was picked up by the other hand.

Yu Sheng didn't speak. He pulled a stool and sat next to him to sharpen a pencil.

The slender fingers are stable and powerful, and the wood flower blooms on the blade, mixed with a little fine graphite powder, and falls down.

The teenager bent down slightly, and the shirt that had not been changed had a sharp, narrow waistline, his eyelashes dropped, and his eyes fell quietly on the pencil.

Jin Linkun called him softly: "Yu Sheng."

His tone was different from usual, Yu Sheng could not help but frowned, lowered the knife in his hand, continued to sharpen the pencil tip: "Why?"

"I--"

Jin Linkun paused a little abruptly, and after a while he continued to say, "Can you teach me how to cook?"

Yu Sheng is a little baffled: "Learn what to do."

Jin Linkun lightly smiled, and his expression was rarely embarrassed: "My family-my family may have a child."

"Children have a bad stomach, they are easily hungry when they don't eat, and they don't want to do it."

He listened to his heartbeat and continued to say: "I can sleep with him, learn with him, speak to annoy him when he is in a bad mood. Can help him fight, can overturn the wall with him, and together Practicing the piano, you can also play in four hands."

"But I still can't cook."

Jin Linkun looked down, and his empty right hand nipped: "I think, if he wants to sleep lazy someday... I have to kiss him, put him back in the quilt and go to sleep, get up and eat for him ."

After he finished speaking, the room was quiet again.

This time even the sound of breathing stopped, only the thumping heartbeats scrambled one after another, thunderously.

Jin Linkun was a little nervous, and instinctively talked about tuberculosis: "I can't cut potato shreds well. I'm afraid that I can't cook well.

"Okay." Yu Sheng interrupted him. "If you stop at the sentence just now, it's really touching."

"……is it?"

Jin Linkun was stunned and couldn't help but blame himself: "It should still be drafted..."

Yu Sheng couldn't help picking the corner of his lower lip, and immediately stretched up, throwing the sharpened pencil back to him: "Okay, hit it."

The pencil has been sharpened for a long time, half shorter than before, and the whole hand can be covered with one hand.

Jin Linkun actually turned back, holding the little pencil tip awkwardly, ready to make a draft.

Standing behind him, Yu Sheng watched him carefully mark the paper, and wrote exactly what he just said, and suddenly closed his eyes a little hastily.

Jin Linkun only wrote half a line, and felt that his neck was cold, and the conditional reflex took the towel on the table: "Hair still not dry? Come here, I will wipe it for you—"

His words stopped, and he stood up slowly.

...

The young man's shoulders were still stretched tight, and the whole person struggled hard, and it took a lot of effort to rub it into his arms.

Jin Linkun hugged him, rubbing his spine down and tentatively bowing his head: "Yu Sheng."

Yu Sheng closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and pressed against his shoulder: "Dare you say--"

"I was crying." Jin Linkun spoke in time and circled him in his arms. "I'm so happy."

Seeing that this man had actually developed the ability to run and jump to take the pot, Yu Sheng couldn't help but pick the corner of his mouth, and the intense pain in his chest suddenly soared in the warm embrace.

He leaned on Jin Linkun's chest and shoulders, relaxed a little, and lifted his hand to hold him: "Brother."

The children suddenly softened, and almost made Jin Linkun think he accidentally brought back the suit of that little dinosaur.

Jin Linkun slowed down, adjusted his posture slightly, and touched his hair: "What's wrong?"

"I don't know--" Yu Sheng's voice was very soft. "I don't know what my family should do, I forgot."

Jin Linkun shrunk his chest and subconsciously tightened his arms: "No, Yu Sheng, listen to me--"

"you teach me."

Yu Sheng didn't listen to him. He looked down and clenched the fabric at his cuff. The knuckles faintly whitened: "Don't worry, I will learn."

Jin Linkun's eyes were so hot that he couldn't continue.

He put a little more energy into his arms and held Yu Sheng's hand together: "I'm not in a hurry, you don't need to learn this."

Yu Sheng gave a slight palpitation on his shoulders and raised his head to look at him.

His black and white eyes were terribly clean, Jin Linkun bent his index finger and gently touched his deep eyelashes.

"I'm here."

Jin Linkun smiled at him, rubbing the child who was hit by his eyelashes and didn't know to blink: "You have learned it, and I can't hide you."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Two minutes later, Jin Linkun, who was forced to write another check and reflect and admit that he had been kidnapped in front of two blank papers, tried to explain: "Friend, actually I just want to make you laugh."

Yu Sheng was in a good mood, sitting at the table with his arms folded, looking at his pen with his lips raised: "I smiled, you wrote yours."

"..."

Jin Linkun picked up another piece of paper with his fate, and continued to compare with the ruler, line by line.

The children in his family laughed so nicely.

Realizing his newly added prefix, Jin Linkun's heartbeat was still faster, and he touched his elbow and called him softly: "Yu Sheng."

Yu Sheng was peeling sugar and raised his head.

Jin Linkun clasped the pen in his right hand and leaned over with his left hand.

Yu Sheng had a rare desire to eat a piece of candy. Looking at him so consciously, hesitating, he put the piece of candy in the palm of his hand.

"..." Jin Linkun picked up the sugar and handed it to his lips: "I don't want this."

Yu Sheng grabbed the candy and looked up: "What do you want?"

His voice didn't carry the usual coldness, the whole person looked fluffy under the warm yellow light, and the light-colored lips lightly rubbed against Jin Linkun's fingers.

Jin Linkun unconsciously drew back his hand and smiled: "I want to...hold a hand."

Yu Sheng's hand was at the table, and Jin Linkun took the initiative to grab the hand and hold it in his palm.

Fingers interlocked, fingertips against the back of the hand, palms covered with warmth.

Holding hands is not a rare thing. Yu Sheng was held by his big-headed son and little-headed father, so that he suddenly believed that his family should be holding hands normally, and he didn’t pull it out. of……"

"It's different now."

Jin Linkun held his hand, his lips kept rising, and held the hand to show him: "This is my boyfriend's hand."

...

The voice fell and neither of them spoke again immediately.

Jin Linkun was too late to recover, he coughed lightly, held his glasses, and clenched his hands in a precautionary manner: "Friend, I--"

Yu Sheng interrupted him: "Isn't it a boyfriend?"

Looking at Yu Sheng, who had a tendency to go red in the collar all the way, Jin Linkun opened his mouth. Afterwards, the joy of later realization suddenly bubbled up from the chest, and the corners of his lips could not stop rising.

Yu Sheng stared down at the interlaced fingers of the two people. The whole person was so hot that they couldn't sit in minutes, but inexplicably didn't want to move, just wanted to hold it like this forever.

He struggled for a while, and finally could not help raising the corner of his mouth, nipping at Jin Linkun's hand.

Jin Linkun relaxed his strength, and he dragged his own hands over, still studying what Yu Sheng was going to do. His new boyfriend had closed his eyes and rested on his arm.

At the end of the summer camp, Jin Linkun did not return home immediately, and sent Yu Sheng first.

When I went there, I didn't plan to stay for a long time, but Yu Sheng didn't have much luggage. But Jin Linkun's two large boxes of luggage did not take a lot of effort. With the light weight of the books, they finally dragged upstairs, and both of them were sweating.

Yu Sheng washed his face, threw the suitcase in the living room, did not rush to pack up, poured a drink to Jin Linkun who was rooted at the door and was happy to try the key: "It's been five minutes, hasn't it been opened yet?"

"It's opened." Jin Linkun was immersed in the joy of opening the door lock of Yu Sheng's house with a click. "I'm having fun again."

"..."

Yu Sheng walked over and handed him the drink: "Go back and you broke the lock, I'll go for another one. You can find a way to come in."

Jin Linkun had a meal in his hand and simply collected the keys neatly, sipping a drink and sitting in the living room with Yu Sheng.

The school is about to start, and a row of unread messages in the mobile phone, Duan Lei, who has been in school for a month in advance, has a screen full of crying wolves, and it seems that he will be completely destroyed by learning.

"Are you going to live here?"

After finishing the news, Yu Sheng looked up and looked at Jin Linkun, who had finished a drink: "You went to the summer camp for a month, and none of your family even expects you to go back?"

"……how to say."

Jin Linkun thought about it and put down the empty glass in his hand: "I went home last year and my father and mother opened my arms to me and hugged me and said to me, no matter when, Mom and Dad will always believe in you and always Is your most solid backing."

Although this paragraph sounds very touching, Yu Sheng still feels that there is something in his words: "Then what?"

Jin Linkun: "Then I stayed at home for a month, and my solid backing helped me pack up my luggage and tell me where I would like to go, what to do, travel or whatever winter camp training base, don't bother them at home."

"..."

Yu Sheng couldn't hold back and was choked with several drinks.

Very familiar with the characteristics of his parents, Jin Linkun groaned a little, adding: "This time I went back to live a few days symbolically, either I was bombed out to live on campus, or the two of them went on vacation and traveled around the world The third possibility."

Listening to his description, Yu Sheng felt that he should politely sympathize, but the corners of his mouth did not know how, and he could not stop rising up.

Jin Linkun lowered his head and glanced at his look. The eyes behind the lens bent down, and he lowered his head around his shoulder: "Are you happy?"

"No." Yu Sheng threw his arm away, "I politely sympathize with your situation."

The child is now dealing with him more and more unwillingly to deal with it, and even the smile at the corner of his mouth is not hidden back.

Jin Linkun couldn't help laughing, touched his hair, and walked around in front of Yu Sheng: "Luggage is here with you, you can help me pack up."

Yu Sheng felt that he should not politely help, before waiting for his mouth, Jin Linkun had raised his hands to cover his head.

He bent down, his eyes bent, and touched the child's forehead. He rubbed it twice with his short, stiff hair: "Wait for me for two days, I will be back soon."

The warm body temperature ring covers the whole body, and the low-alcohol voice gently shakes in the chest cavity, which is incredibly gentle.

Yu Sheng was surrounded by him, unconsciously stunned for a few seconds.

Seeing that Jin Linkun would continue to rub it down, Yu Sheng squeezed the corner of his lower lip, and finally he couldn't hold back, kicking him: "Then you go quickly."

"..."

Jin Linkun, who was simply sitting on the ground, didn't respond a little, and raised his head a little confused, watching Yu Sheng get up without any nostalgia, and turn over the schoolbag on the suitcase: "Friend -"

"It's nice to have family..."

Yu Sheng turned over in his schoolbag, lowered his head, and interrupted his words: "You accompany them more, and explain any contradictions, don't be unhappy."

Yu Sheng doesn't quite understand what a normal family looks like, but according to Jin Linkun, since he can comfort his son, the family's feelings should be fine.

Probably the problem is that this person is so annoying.

Jin Linkun opened his mouth and wanted to explain to him that "thinking about not being at home and getting annoyed when returning home" is probably the general situation of most families.

He nodded, and the color of his pupils softened: "OK."

"They-if they don't knock you away."

Yu Sheng continued to enlighten him: "You just stay a few days longer, maybe they just say that they bother you, but they still can't bear you."

Jin Linkun's chest hurt slightly, and he couldn't help interrupting him softly: "Yu Sheng."

He walked a few steps forward, trying to hold his children and say a few words, but Yu Sheng had quickly turned back, and packed all the sugar in his schoolbag into his arms.

Jin Linkun knew that his roommate's sugar could never be touched, and he had all tastes and brands, but he never knew that there were so many.

Subconsciously, I raised my hand to catch it, but there were still a few unsteady, sliding down the gap between my arms and falling to the ground.

Yu Sheng's hands were empty, he took a step back and pulled his fist slightly.

He didn't know what to say, but he didn't really want to say it.

It is nothing more than a person who said, "Wait back to see you in two days." After two days, he still didn't come.

Then it gradually became two weeks, two months, two years.

In the end, I couldn't find someone to find, and the school would call or just hang up.

In fact, when I look back, I feel that they are all gone.

The boy who had waited from dawn until dark and was holding on to the balcony railing and refused to go back to the nanny had grown up alone.

It's not a big deal.

nothing to say.

"I am very busy and have a lot of things to start school. I have to go back to school, go through the day-to-day formalities and endorse."

Yu Sheng stood for a while, still didn't say anything, lowered his head, his eyes fell on Jin Linkun's full of sugar.

"You stay at home for a few more days, before you finish eating sugar... just come."