Don’t Talk To Me!

Jin Linkun hugged people and blew up quietly for a while.

The strawberry-flavored sugar, with only half left, falls on the tip of the tongue and is not too sweet, as if straight into the throat.

Yu Sheng's ears were hot, his lips twitched slightly, and he turned to go. His instinct forced the force back into his arms.

"Boyfriend looked at it."

Jin Linkun hugged him, bowed his head and kissed his forehead, his lips pressed against his forehead: "It's very good."

The gentle bass fell on his ears, with a bit of enthusiasm.

Jin Linkun's kiss was very light, and he didn't go deep in restraint, and fell thinly on the end of his brow and eye.

Yu Sheng gradually relaxed between his arms and leaned into his neck.

Probably in order to find a comfortable posture, a little short hair tied to his neck follicles gently rubbed twice, itchy, and with a familiar warmth.

Children will always have this kind of movement inadvertently, it is not soft enough, and the heartbeat is not stable.

"Go back to the supermarket and stop by."

Jin Linkun touched his hair, lowered his head and touched Yu Sheng's lips, his forehead lightly pressed up, "Do you want potato chips, like tomatoes?"

At first glance, Yu Sheng hadn't eaten these snacks very seriously. When buying it, he was seriously not allowed to pick more. Later, he flipped the book and quietly touched the potato chips to eat.

Immediately move your gaze away and pretend not to see, otherwise the hand will immediately retract.

Yu Sheng's shoulders stretched, and it seemed that he wanted to work hard to maintain the majesty of the school bully, but he still didn't move in the end: "Well."

Boys are strong, but they are not many when they are soft. Especially the clean tone is mixed with a little nasal sound, the tail is softened, and there is a slight shock that sticks to the skin when it sounds a little

Jin Linkun couldn't hold back and took a low breath.

Simply... terrible.

After all, the boyfriend may be beaten if he is out of breath. Jin Linkun closed his arms, circled the person in his arms, and bowed his head against his lips and kissed, "What else do you want?"

Yu Sheng did not respond: "What?"

"Anything will do." Jin Linkun raised his hand, closed his palms with his palms, and rubbed twice, "Make a wish, kid."

Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then reacted to what he was talking about.

Jin Linkun lowered his head, and the dark eyes behind the lens bent softly, his eyes leaned on him, and he was full of him.

The sight that fell on him was too warm, and Yu Sheng unconsciously followed him to relax, unable to help holding the corner of his mouth: "No."

Jin Linkun was stunned and bowed his head to speak. Yu Sheng had already held a hand.

"Enough." Yu Sheng grabbed his hand and leaned against his neck fossa, his hair tip lowered slightly.

The knuckles pressed against the palm of your hand, and quietly stuck for a while, and your fingers re-entered a firm interlocking posture through the fingers.

"Enough is enough. Don't do anything else." Yu Sheng looked up and met his eyes. "Is it so much, has it been working?"

Jin Linkun froze for a moment, dropped his eyes, and lightly touched the child's ear with his fingertips.

...

The children in their family may be too close to their breath to be pressed against the wall.

He was so soft that he couldn't stand it, and he could only be held by him. There was no such kind of cranky energy.

Yu Sheng was hoisted into his chest and shoulders, and followed two steps forward. It looks a bit painful, but still frowns silently, his lips curled up so little blood

Jin Linkun bowed his head and took a soft bite around his neck: "How long have you been thinking this way?"

The boy was not stubborn. At this moment, he lowered his head and did not speak. His fingertips clenched his clothes tightly, and his knuckles faintly faded.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes.

Not always thinking.

I usually don’t think about it, but I am very happy and very happy, and the familiar vagueness suddenly follows without warning.

Believe it or be content, that is, sometimes dreaming in the middle of the night, dreaming about everything and leaving without knowing why, and then left him alone.

"Not thinking."

Yu Sheng's shoulders were tight and his throat cleared, "I didn't think about it, just when I didn't ask, go home--"

Jin Linkun bowed his head and kissed him.

The teenager palpitated between his arms.

"If you wanted to give you a birthday present, you must be in a hurry."

Jin Linkun pressed his lips with a light breath: "What should I do now? It's too late to prepare a gift for you. It's too late to look back. It's birthday, our children are grown up, I have nothing to send..."

His voice was a little dumb, and he didn't mean to train people at all, soft and gentle as if whispering love words,

Yu Sheng was stuffed with something in his hand, bowed his head and opened his eyes.

It's the key that keeps the palm temperature slightly hot.

"Our family should not move in a short time... nor change the lock."

Jin Linkun looked down at him: "If I ran, you would open the door of our house, remove the door panel of my house, and throw it out of the window."

Yu Sheng looked at the key, and after a while, he faintly recovered, and heard his voice rang: "...what do I do to remove your door."

"Just say one, I won't run anyway."

Jin Linkun kissed his eyes: "I know, it's okay, don't be afraid."

"never mind."

He hugged the man into his arms, kissed the young boy's eyes with his head down carefully, and cleaned the unknown salty kiss, gently patting his back with his back: "I've been there, I'm not afraid anymore."

...

Finding another birthday gift became the most serious issue for ruling Jin Linkun and other innocent students in the summer camp in the next few days.

"What does Sheng like... study?"

Cen Rui drew a pen and muttered: "Send a set of five or three gift bags? The one in the hardcover version of the gift box. I saw it when I passed the bookstore two days ago. It was shocking to the heavens..."

"Turn back." Xia Junhua sat on the sofa and pointed to the paper box used to hold fruit in the corner of the living room. "Where is the paper box that is shocking to the heavens, you can ask Brother Sheng, maybe you can have two more actions The set is not written."

The two are together, and the arts and sciences are not worried about buying a heavy one. They will bring a copy to each other when they see what the workbook is good. Basically, the simulated exercises on the market are basically bought again.

Learning can't help in this problem completely, and the focus can only be shifted elsewhere.

"Like games."

Ding Zhengjiao tried to diverge his thinking: "What game is Brother Sheng playing now? Warcraft? Eat chicken?"

Jin Linkun: "Happy and fun."

Ding Zhengjiao: "..."

I haven't been able to get out of the shadow of falling gold three all the way. Yu Sheng hasn't played games recently. I found this boring little game on Jin Linkun's mobile phone before.

Then I didn't expect Jin Linkun to be overtaken by others for this boring game, and there was no name before the week.

"So this is the real reason why Brother Sheng knocked me in the middle of the night and asked me to send him a bottle of energy to unlock."

Liang Yifan couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I am ashamed of my achievements of more than 1,200 levels."

Cen Rui pushed his glasses: "I have scored more than 2,300 levels in our district..."

"All right, Brother Sheng will come back after a while, and hurry to tell the story."

This group of people can compete with each other when they catch anything. Ding Zhengjiao couldn't help but urged the topic back: "Is there any other options, vinyl records? What do you like to play the piano, think again... "

It is still a courier time to buy things now. It may not be available or appropriate.

A group of people brainstormed together and thought about it for a long time. Until Yu Sheng came back from home, he didn't think of any favorite gifts.

It must also be in front of Sheng to try to pretend to be completely fine: "Brother Sheng, look at this conical curve is not particularly good." "Brother Sheng, look at this word it is big and long." "Brother Sheng, you see, we just Discuss this chemistry question..."

Xia Junhua, who tried to tell Shengge another chemistry question, was thrown to the balcony by a group of people and calmed down for twenty minutes.

...

Yu Sheng actually knows what this group of people are doing.

A group of school tyrants who can brush questions in the bar suddenly ignored such a precious review time. They ran to the city A to play, and they must stay overnight in his home.

Either just ask him what color he likes, or ask him whether he likes cream or not. A group of people apparently didn't study when they saw it. When he saw him coming, he immediately hurriedly spread out the paper: "I think this analytical geometry problem..."

All the papers were taken down.

If he can’t guess, Yu Sheng feels that he can almost go to the store where he has glasses, and he can get a pair for himself.

"You just don't know." Jin Linkun wrapped his shoulders and whispered to his ear. "They can feel a sense of accomplishment. They feel they have succeeded in hiding you from now. They must give you a big surprise."

Yu Sheng raised the corner of his mouth: "I was also pleasantly surprised."

It's been a long time since the family has been so lively, and suddenly so many people are stuffed, it seems that every inch of the corner is filled up.

Jin Linkun looked outside, and confirmed that those people were still enthusiastic about making plans, and lowered his voice to remind him: "Be careful, not just like."

These people really filled every inch of the house.

Jin Linkun cooperated with them to take Yu Sheng out of the mountains and took them out of the mountain. When they came back, they saw that these people were hiding scary paper cannons, spring snakes that would jump high, and they would jump out and sing and shine pumpkins when they touched them. head.

Kong Jiahe hadn't hid it well. Hearing the door hustle and shove the thick stack of photocopies into the closet, it is roughly estimated that at least half of it would be spilled as soon as the door was opened.

Yu Sheng rubbed his forehead: "...you have finished the whistleblowing, where are the surprises?"

"If I don't tell the news, can my children not beat me? No."

Jin Linkun has found the knack and is very confident: "But if I tell the news, children can kiss me."

Yu Sheng: "..."

In the corner of the kitchen that the school bulls couldn't see, their brother Sheng had red ears and tipped the kun **** who followed him to help lay down on the edge of the pot of lush garlic seedlings and kissed his head angrily.

The short holiday passed by.

After confirming that all the arrangements were almost proper, a group of Xueba resumed their normal learning progress, gathered together under the atmosphere of the two learners, and brushed all the exercises brought by Kong Jiahe.

On the evening of the 6th, all the students in Class 7 suddenly received a text message from Lao He.

The adult rituals in each school are different. The three middle schools are generally used to unified notification, but when and how to do it is up to each class.

The school granted them funds, even if they went hiking. Most of the classes have been held, and their class hasn't been moving until now. Their class leader thought Lao He had forgotten and hinted several times in various ways.

Duan Lei's mother was cooking, and heard her son open the door, chasing it out with a scoop: "Going to play games again? Have you finished your homework?"

"After writing, our brother Sheng will give us a lecture every night!"

Duan Lei shook the flashlight and wore clothes and drilled outside the door: "Our teacher asked us to find a place where the stars can be seen. I came to find..."

Lao He's thinking has always been different from others.

The adult ceremony of other classes is either at a square or a memorial hall. If you are too lazy to hold a class meeting in the class, declare a vow to make a determination, and all the funds will be used to buy a workbook.

Only Class 7 is in the middle of the holiday, asking everyone to open the video and find a place to chat with the stars.

"We are under the same starry sky, which is also an alternative gathering. Maybe in the near future, we will separate our futures, but as long as you look up and see the same star, you will know that no one has gone far. ..."

Lao He sat on the balcony and took a sip of tea: "Don't do it, boys, don't brush it, see it. How much video traffic is spent will be reimbursed for class fees tomorrow."

The seven shifts were immediately cleaned in harmony and harmony.

"Some students asked me why it must be today-the reason is simple, because today not only allows you to accept the baptism of the soul, but also reminds you by the way that you have finished your homework."

Lao He smiled and picked up the teacup, and continued to say in a wail: "And I watched the stars at night and found that tomorrow is a good day..."

Lao He often used the reason of "tomorrow is a good day" to arrange exams in class. The seven class people were instantly alert and held their breath for a long while. The little old man in the video just sipped tea again and smiled gently: I wish you all a happy adult."

"Maybe it's still early, you can't realize what adulthood means."

Lao He's tone was taken seriously, not in a hurry: "Adulthood means that you can already start chasing your dreams, fulfilling expectations, and starting to be responsible for yourself."

"From now on, you have reconciled with yourself, accepting all the happiness and displeasure in your life, smooth or bumpy."

"You already have a complete personality and self-awareness, and you have the right to choose forgiveness or not forgiveness, remember or not remember. You have the right to turn the scar into a stele, and also have the right to smooth it and seal it completely ."

"From now on, life is your own."

"You have the right to work hard, have the right to be paranoid, have the right to chase your dreams, and have the right to run head-to-head with reality."

"But also remember that from now on, only you can be responsible for your life."

No one hung up the video, but the video was suddenly quiet, only a faint breath.

Old He paused for a while, and then added another sentence: "Although from now on, you are not theoretically premature. But after all, it is still in high school. Be careful. If you are caught, remember to say that it is tutor..."

Class 7 students: "..."

The Sports Committee couldn't help but say: "Lao He, the atmosphere just now is very good. If you say one more sentence, we will cry."

"It's okay, it's okay." Lao He smiled and waved his hand. "Anyway, you don't have any objects, just follow everyone and listen."

Sports Committee: "..."

The Life Committee member quietly raised his hand: "Report, the Sports Committee is crying now."

A group of people laughed together without sympathy, and Lao He also laughed, looked at the screen of each video carefully, and waved his hand gently: "Okay, children. I don’t want to say much to you, nor I don’t want to see who I will see again next year."

Lao He supported his glasses: "I wish each of you would get out of school with your schoolbag, or into your favorite university, or whatever else you must achieve in the future."

"Before that." Lao He turned his phone over the night sky and could only hear his voice, "Remember your stars."

Yu Sheng sat on the balcony and looked at the phone.

One by one, the phone was turned over, and the screen of the group video spliced ​​into a night sky.

The camera of the mobile phone can't catch much light, but can only see the most striking ones, penetrating the night, with an extremely bright light.

"Happy adulthood."

Lao He smiled and warmly blessed the student who said nothing about his birthday: "The future looks like a sea, coming to Japan."