Don’t Talk To Me!

The video ended a long time before Yu Sheng put away his phone.

Lao He didn't tell the news. The students in Class 7 were still unclear and scrambled in the group to grab the red envelope of Lao He's password.

"Happy adulthood" sentence after sentence.

Yu Sheng also grabbed a red envelope, seven yuan, ranked second. The sports committee has the best luck, but is not happy at all.

Without realizing his pain, the squad leader quickly banned the speech of the Sports Committee and spread the screenshot of the red envelope amount throughout the entire group.

The sports committee was heartbroken and did not give up privately: "Inhumane!" What about humanity? !

Looking at the amount of "11.11", Yu Sheng couldn't help but took the corner of his mouth. He also saved the screenshot and followed a circle of friends.

The seven shifts were busy for a while before calming down.

Seeing Cen Rui's posture, Yu Sheng thought that he had to be tied out for his birthday after twelve o'clock. As a result, there was no movement at all. Only Jin Linkun closed the balcony door lightly.

"The rest of them have to arrive during the day, the latest one is at 11:30 noon."

Jin Linkun pulled his hand and pointed to himself: "Ten minutes away from the station, five minutes washing, my task, at least let you sleep until eleven thirty-five."

"..." Yu Sheng was amazed by the strict concept of time of the school bullies, "How many people still come?"

Jin Linkun did not speak this time, leaned over and smiled, and kissed him in his temple: "Confidential."

This man only thought of keeping it secret now, Yu Sheng put away his phone and wanted to speak, and was suddenly overwhelmed by the warm temperature.

In October, the wind outside was already cool. Jin Linkun hugged him, circled him in his arms, and wrapped his whole man tightly with his coat.

The enthusiasm penetrated a little.

It's a little hot.

Yu Sheng lowered his head and glanced, "...how did you even get a hot water bottle out."

"Mistakes." Jin Linkun was also a little embarrassed. "Liang Yifan's idea said that it could be a little warmer."

But Liang Yifan's idea was to warm his arms with a hot water bottle and take them out to hug others.

As a result, he sat in the bedroom, holding the hot water bottle, and watched Yu Sheng stand alone across the window, standing on the balcony, fascinated by the phone.

Jin Linkun coughed lightly, and he planned to remove the hot water bottle that destroyed the atmosphere with one hand. He was held by another cool hand and took it.

"I'm fine."

Yu Sheng took the hot water bottle and shook it in his palm: "Just our teacher gave us a gift just now."

Jin Linkun circled him and listened quietly.

Yu Sheng bowed his head and pursed his lips.

There seems to be a lot of words to say, but it seems that nothing can be said.

I only know that the heart is full, the chest is full, there are a lot of real temperature and power in places where I can't even see him. It protects him to the present and can support him to continue to go down for a long time.

"brother."

Yu Sheng closed his eyes and buried him in the neck foss. He rested quietly for a while, and suddenly said, "Our teacher just gave me a star."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Half an hour later, Jin Linkun hugged the sleeping boy into his arms and single-handedly sent a message to a group of people in the living room: What other birthday gift is urgent.

Jin Linkun: Their teacher gave away the stars.

A group of school tyrants have exhausted all their imagination in this matter. After receiving this bad news, the collective atmosphere froze for a moment.

Kong Jiahe: Did you send them all? Would you like to discuss with them, for example, they send the Ursa Major, you send the Orion...

Liang Yifan: Give up, kun god, the destiny is hard to break.

Cen Rui: So let's just say the most standard routine, give you to Brother Sheng, and let Brother Sheng sleep every day. Anyway, Sheng Ge's favorite is you, others can't deliver it.

Ding Zhengjiao: Our English teacher said, don’t underestimate routines. Routines are the most effective. Just like English composition, you write according to routines. Ninety percent are better than your own divergent thinking.

Jin Linkun was very worried: but we are sleeping now.

...

"Sheng Ge's Adult Preparatory Group" was quiet for a moment, and Liang Yifan sent you a message: Kun God.

Jin Linkun:?

Cen Rui very skillfully connected: you look out from the door slit, we are glowing.

Yu Sheng thought that sleeping at eleven o'clock was a difficult task. When he lay down, he still thought about what method Jin Linkun would use to ensure that he could sleep for ten hours. As a result, when he woke up, it was almost noon.

An An steady, did not dream a dream.

Yesterday, the group of people who had to rub in the living room was gone, leaving Jin Linkun alone, following him in every step of the way, still trying to ask what else he wanted from his mouth.

"No need to hide, I see the blindfold in your hand."

Yu Sheng wiped his face and put the towel back: "It's better to let me wear it myself. If I don't prepare, I might accidentally throw you out."

Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose and coughed a little: "Friend, actually--"

The voice fell, and the doorbell happened to ring.

Guess this group of people probably wanted to take their blindfolds to where they were. Yu Sheng didn't care. In the past, he opened a door, and suddenly he was sturdily covered with ribbon gold paper that was coming in.

"Look, I said to let Kunshen take a blindfold to distract Sheng Ge's attention, it's absolutely easy to use!"

Cen Ruixing held the cake cheerfully, stepped into the living room in a few steps, and placed it on the table prepared earlier, "Friends, do it!"

More than half of the classmates were crowded at the door, and several of them were carrying their schoolbags in a humble manner, and hula came into the door, stuffing him with something in their hands.

Yu Sheng shook his mind, and his arms were already stuffed with seven or eight gifts. The colorful shredded paper ribbons were sandwiched with gold flowers and fluttered down.

Without going anywhere, a group of students who rushed to the morning bus crowded into their house.

The young man's bright vitality quickly filled the entire living room.

I don’t know how many times these people have rehearsed. Taking advantage of Yu Sheng’s unresponsive effort, he has quickly pulled out the wind lantern dream catcher small lanterns prepared earlier and hung them all over the wall.

There are also post-it notes and small ornaments. Cen Rui found a large hand and placed it on the back of the sofa. Kong Jiahe carefully guarded a pair of beaming porcelain dolls, looked around and hid in the deepest part of the TV cabinet.

"Brother Sheng, happy birthday!"

Liang Yifan guessed that Ding Chai had guessed and lost, risking his death, wearing a small crown made of paper on his head: "Wish you--"

The words I prepared earlier were almost forgotten. He cleared his throat and continued intuitively, saying, "I wish you every year, every day..."

"..." Yu Sheng took a breath and nodded. "Thank you, it's okay."

I don't know who was the first to laugh out loud, and a group of people laughed in a blink of an eye.

Cen Rui they forcibly rubbed in the living room of Sheng family for several days, already very comfortable, lying on the sofa laughing, paralyzed into a coax: "Every year is today, every year is today!"

Yu Sheng didn't react too much, holding a gift full of gifts, and looked back subconsciously.

Jin Linkun stood behind him.

As soon as the child's gaze was met, his eyes behind the lens bent slightly, raising his hand and rubbing Yu Sheng's hair: "Happy birthday."

When he opened his head, the rest of the sound poured in one by one.

Ding Zhengjiao pulled Xia Junhua and was busy putting candles on the cake. Cen Rui turned off all the lights expertly, and Kong Jiahe dutifully drew the curtain tightly.

Liang Yifan whistled twice and started a tone, and some people started clapping and singing: "Happy birthday..."

Jin Linkun's voice was mixed in a singing voice, and he was soft and gentle, holding him gently, as if whispering in his ear.

The flame jumped.

One hand protruded, gathered together, and gently grasped the palm.

Yu Sheng slowly took it back, let him take himself to the front of the cake, closed his eyes and stood for a while, blowing out the candle.

The lights turned on again, and Yu Sheng had the time to take a closer look at what the living room made them look like.

There are new decorations everywhere, from the Nordic style to the Chinese rural style. A line of iron ornaments sits on the horse with a kind-eyed Santa, a giraffe's neck with a bell tied with a red thread, and a framed calligraphy hanging on the wall. It is said that it was a gift from the old Vanto.

The cake was placed on the middlemost table, with a lot of snacks and drinks on the side.

The entire style was selected by Jin Linkun. The painting above was very abstract. Even Ding Zhengjiao and Xia Junhua, who were responsible for making cakes, did not see what it was.

"It is the pattern provided by Kun God."

Xia Junhua did not hesitate to sell people, "To be honest, the cake shop owner actually didn't want to do it. After finishing it, he specially reminded us that we must not take photos and send friends."

Ding Zhengjiao added: "If all of us can not send a circle of friends, they are willing to send us a small strawberry cake for free."

Looking at a group of people around the cake guessing whether it was a crocodile or a long-haired pangolin, Jin Linkun was sitting on the sofa, a little bit ashamed: "I drew it for several days, isn't it like this?"

Yu Sheng held the corner of his mouth, did not speak, and sat down beside him.

In fact, he saw Jin Linkun painting, painted and wiped it, and modified it several times.

Unexpectedly, it was for this too.

"It's actually pretty good."

Yu Sheng patted his arm and met his boyfriend's bright eyes. His lips could not help raising: "If you paint a little more beautifully, I might not be able to eat it."

Jin Linkun: "..."

A group of well-behaved school tyrants never thought of smashing the cake even on their birthday. It was convenient to hold the cake for half a day and how to cut it into equal parts. Finally, I chose the simplest way to cut the cake.

Jin Linkun took two pieces and handed the piece with the whole strawberry on top to Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng usually doesn't like sweet things so much. Jin Linkun was afraid that he didn't like it, and he deliberately reduced the amount of sugar. At this moment, watching the children bow their heads and eat the cake bit by bit.

There should be more sugar.

After all these years, try to make up for it.

The school tyrants got together and started to play with some honest truth and adventure. Later, the three-sentence learning was not biased, and it took a long time to compete with the latest difficult questions.

Several people gathered together to debate whether geometry was easy to use or space to solve problems. Kong Jiahe suddenly patted the table, climbed up the stool and stood up, a group of talents remembered to look at his cup.

Cen Rui found the culprit and shook the bottle: "Alcohol content, 14%."

Xia Junhua blamed herself very much: "I'm so careless. Its pale pink packaging looks too simple. I didn't expect to hide this mystery."

Liang Yifan held Kong Jiahe's legs: "You think of a way first, the deputy leader seems a little tall."

Kong Jiahe's face turned red and he tried to wave his arms: "You can't imagine the beauty of analytical geometry, long live analytical geometry!"

...

Kong Jiahe was just the beginning. More than one drink was high, and the living room was in despair.

Ding Zhengjiao did not expect a birthday to be like this, and he apologized to Yu Sheng: "Brother Sheng, we didn't expect things to develop in such an unexpected way..."

If it's usual, if something goes wrong, it stops. Today, they bought a bunch of drinks. They just drank a few rounds in a big adventure.

What kind of cherry-flavored cola, Laoshan white flower snake grass water, Cen Rui they are not well-intentioned, and secretly mixed a few bottles of cola with a little soy sauce.

I have tried the messy taste, and the good students who have never touched the wine have tricked into the unknown, and in the blink of an eye, they have become the scene of the problem.

When Ding Zhengjiao came to apologize, the two school tyrants were still pulling their arms and sleeves to prepare for a final battle. People can't hold back.

Ding Zhengjiao, who was in charge of planning, did not dare to raise his head. He took a deep breath and wanted to apologize again. Jin Linkun had already pulled it to the side.

Ding Zhengjiao was a little dazed: "Brother Sheng, Kun--"

Jin Linkun gestured to him with a "hush" gesture and smiled at the video recorder in Yu Sheng's hand.

Yu Sheng stretched with one hand, sitting on the back of the sofa lightly and skillfully, occupying a good angle of view, recording the rare scene in front of him in detail, taking time to wink at him, and the corner of his mouth raised.

Ding Zhengjiao froze for a while, not knowing why he thought of Cen Rui's words at that time.

Perhaps it was only in this particularly occasional glance that they suddenly realized that the boy in front of him seemed to be able to carry them for anything, and seemed to be more determined than everyone, but he was just a grown-up.

There are still classes tomorrow, and this group of people can’t be allowed to dance like this, or else more than one school will kill some people tomorrow.

Maybe there will be social news.

Jin Linkun waited for Yu Shenglu to be like enough, and then took a few sober people to clean up the drinks and drinks, poured another drink for his children to quench his thirst, and helped a few decisive battles.

"Sleep to sleep, the late bus is still too late, the big deal is to wake up with a bucket of water."

Liang Yifan had also secretly drank a few times before, and was more experienced. He took the heavy burden of hosting the overall situation: "Help Brother Sheng to clean up the house, don't make it messy, have a sense of beauty, and don't destroy the overall style."

There is no style at all.

Everyone acted neatly, and finally folded the drunk schoolmates on the sofa into a pile, rolled up their sleeves and helped to bring together the snack bag and the empty cake tray, and the ribbon and gold paper were very useful to collect together .

"Is it necessary." Cen Rui carried a large bag of ribbons. "What's the use of this thing?"

Xia Junhua still had no idea, patting him on the shoulder: "Keep it, maybe another two months later, what lucky friend will have a birthday..."

Yu Sheng was not used to watching a group of people busy and tried to help several times. They were pressed back together.

"It's hard to be kind, let everyone show their strength again."

Jin Linkun judged the paper, glanced at two ticks, patted the back of his hand with one hand, "Do you want to eat cake?"

The cake is actually not small, but there are many people who come, and not much is distributed.

Jin Linkun was still deciding whether to go out and look for a while, to see if he would buy a cake for the children. Yu Sheng shook his head, picked up the bottle on the table and put down a lot of people's wine, and studied back and forth for a while.

"This doesn't work." Jin Linkun was startled and raised his hand to stop him. "This is much higher than the beer degree, it doesn't necessarily cause any effect..."

"I know." Yu Sheng nodded, put the bottle of wine on the table, pinched the bottle and turned in a direction. "You see it from this angle."

Jin Linkun said from a certain angle that it was also fourteen degrees. When he put down the pen, he was about to raise his head, and his movement suddenly stopped.

"Brother." Yu Sheng sat beside him. "You don't think it looks like the peach-flavored drink you just poured me."

The author has something to say: Brother Sheng: Hiccups.