Don’t Talk To Me!

After helping to fight Lego all night, Jin Linkun finally realized Yu Sheng's feeling of listening to physics questions.

Mr. Jin did not understand Lego, and bought a Star Wars Death Star at the price. Not to mention Tibet, it is difficult to hold in your arms, and the difficulty of putting it up is much higher than that of a train.

Jin Linkun took the drawing and squatted on the edge of Sheng. He felt that it was too much to pursue a planet. "Friend, I think it can actually recreate some art..."

Yu Sheng was looking for a place with a gray block, and looked up at him, "For example, to build a skyscraper?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Not only did his father give sugar, he rubbed the children's heads.

Tell the story to the children.

Actually.

Jin Linkun squatted on the edge of Lego and thought about who should eat his vinegar for a while.

Yu Sheng didn't hear him continue to speak, sitting for a while, then looked at him sideways: "Brother?"

"It's okay."

Guess what Yu Sheng was going to say, Jin Linkun smiled and rubbed his head: "My parents and my mother have always been in this style, which is very normal, and I don't care."

As he said, he saw a piece of sugar out of his pocket and saw the sugar on his boyfriend's lips.

Yu Sheng lowered his head and looked at the piece of sugar that was exactly the same as Mr. Jin's hand: "..."

Jin Linkun handed it over for a while. He first felt that this behavior was a bit too naive, and he squatted into Sheng's neck and couldn't help laughing: "It's okay, make you funny."

Yu Sheng's knuckles were a bit pale, Jin Linkun pulled the hand over and squinted: "Like playing this?"

Yu Sheng looked at the Lego bricks in his hand.

In fact, it's not much like it. He hasn't had much contact with this kind of toy before, and he didn't have much interest afterwards.

But this is something given by Jin Linkun's father.

The atmosphere of the Jin family is indeed as Jin Linkun said, and their families are not the same as Duan Lei and Yao Qiang, which is a bit overwhelming.

But it seems to be good everywhere.

It's almost as good as giving an illusion to life.

...

Before the idea could be recovered, the forehead felt a slight pain.

Yu Sheng raised his head, and Jin Linkun, who had just battered him, looked at him, and he looked a little serious. "What do you think?"

When two people stay together for a long time, sometimes there will be some tacit understanding as if they are telepathic. Yu Sheng was a little unsure whether he was asking or rhetorical. He just opened his mouth and was about to speak out. Jin Linkun was already wrapped around his chest and shoulders: "It's not an illusion."

Jin Linkun circled a person with one hand, patted his lower back twice, and bowed his head to kiss his forehead: "It's not an illusion, you know?"

Yu Sheng closed his eyes and rested on his shoulder for a while.

In the following assembly process, Jin Linkun once tried to help. After being rebelled three times in a row, and actually successfully tucked the building blocks in, he was finally placed on the side by Yu Sheng, responsible for closing his mouth and quietly learning to observe.

The bedroom was quiet, and the eyes of the teenager sitting on the carpet were all focused, holding small blocks, and fighting upwards little by little.

Even the boyfriend who couldn't get along by the side didn't care about taking the opportunity to kiss the couple.

Mr. Jin and Ms. Li quietly got up in the middle of the night and found that his son was not on the sofa.

The bedroom door was half hidden, revealing a soft light.

Looking down the door, the gentle and soft boy brought back by his son had fallen asleep on his shoulders, his long eyes closed quietly, and his body was carefully covered with a soft blanket.

Since they were five years old, they claimed that they would never touch Lego's son with one hand on their shoulders, facing the drawings, struggling, stumbling, and conscientiously fighting.

When it was wrong, it was taken down and reassembled, not impatient at all.

When the parents were very cooperative and looked at each other, no one said anything and returned to the room lightly.

...

Although the son’s birthday was confused with the anniversary of the disappearance of the neutrino in the nuclear reactor, the parents of the Jin family were obviously not the kind of people who would specifically change their itinerary to give their son a better birthday.

Late at night on the 6th, Mr. Jin and Ms. Li, who had to set off in a hurry, sneaked into the bedroom and rocked their son with their children. The family sang a birthday song in a hurry.

Broadway and China are separated by a half-earth time difference. In the early morning of the plane, Jin's father, Jin's mother, did not let the two children toss and called the car.

Unexpectedly, I packed up my luggage and went to the living room. I found two bento boxes prepared on the entrance.

Wooden, with a sealed buckle, deliberately drained the soup, neatly stacked together.

There are also very delicate hand-drawn illustration bookmarks.

Mr. Jin, who was almost out of the house, was dragged back by Ms. Li, studied the two bento boxes for a while, and then gathered the luggage again, and put the bento in his hand.

The sound of the anti-theft door rattled, and the room was cleaned up after a busy day.

The Lego bricks have been spelled out, and there are no flaws except that Jin Linkun reversed the drawings.

Jin Linkun had been acquiesced in the bedroom by default, and Yu Sheng was lying on the bed, rubbing his neck gently.

The force on his shoulders was a little heavy, Jin Linkun tightened his arms again, lowered his head to his ears and whispered to him: "My parents took the bento, let me say thank you."

Jin Linkun took the phone and continued to read the message: "They said that it would be okay to bring soup next time, because they couldn't hold back on the road and they were all done."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Get up too early, the sky is not yet clear. Jin Linkun propped up and turned off the light. As soon as he lay back, he heard Yu Sheng's voice ringing: "Next time?"

"Yes." Jin Linkun smiled. "They have another heart that yearns for freedom, and they will still come back several times a year."

Jin Linkun divided the quilt on the two of them and touched Yu Sheng's hair: "Return the cooked food?"

The breath between the neck fossils stopped quietly for a moment, the short hair attached rubbed twice, and nodded lightly.

Jin Linkun lowered his head, his eyes bent.

The two had just finished singing the birthday song in unison, and they are still controlled by the familiar melody. Jin Linkun had been lying in bed for a long time, and was unable to brew any drowsiness. He simply hugged Yu Sheng and sang to him.

The man in his arms didn't speak, and he seemed to have fallen asleep early.

Jin Linkun hugged him for a while, took the corner of his mouth, and touched the children's hair: "Of course, next time, my parents will like you."

...

Because they were pulled up in the middle of the night to celebrate the five-minute birthday, both of them overslept without suspense.

At noon when he opened his eyes, Jin Linkun turned on his phone, and a row of unread messages had been accumulated on it.

The students in the summer camp were very considerate and sent him various kinds of elite comprehensive exercises of the school and ultra-high difficulty competition questions as birthday gifts. Liang Yifan also specially sent a voice to describe a complete guide for him.

"Take Shengge to learn Chinese together, hold Shengge to learn math together, and then go to bed to learn English."

Liang Yifan gave him a very complete design: "Educate for fun, learn to use! Kunshen, think about it! Think about it!"

Jin Linkun looked at the phone and couldn't figure it out: "What have I done recently?"

Yu Sheng just woke up, and his thinking was a little dull. He recalled briefly on his forehead: "You told them the English grades of our class?"

Fortunately, it was the first time to teach people to teach results. Jin Linkun not only sent a circle of friends, but also deliberately mentioned it to everyone in the summer camp.

...

After thinking about a group of good friends who were tortured by the "ABD is not right, C" lecture, Yu Sheng nodded, thinking that this was nothing unexpected: "If you want to open it, they have not sent you a ransomware Quite loyal."

The people in the summer camp were still trying to retaliate because they were treated differently by God. Class 7 listened to Duan Lei's good friend who said at first sight that Mr. Jin had a birthday. Have a meal.

This time the English scores are good, and the total scores are significantly increased together, and everyone is in a better situation than before.

The sports committee and his family specially rewarded him with two hundred dollars, and promised that he could play crazy for two days on the weekend, and could not be arrogant in the group.

Lao He also thinks this matter is very meaningful, and join in the excitement: Yes, the class fees for the last adult ceremony have not been used up.

It took a lot to climb the mountain last time. The monitor was a little surprised: Haven’t run out? Are we saving so much?

Lao He: Yes, it's enough for everyone to roast gluten.

...

The seven classmates vacated the old congratulatory party and decided democratically to have a meal.

After Yu Sheng washed his face and came back, I heard that everyone would meet to make a healthy barbecue buffet: "...what?"

"Goudu, skewered and healthy buffet barbecue."

Jin Linkun read him the name again: "Do we have this shop in the backstreet?"

Even if there is, it is directed at the name, and the one who is carrying the handle will never go.

Most of the people in the class seemed to have been there, with high interest, and urged to gather in half an hour. Yu Sheng deliberately touched a mask before going out with Jin Linkun.

It is said that it is a hard-working English make-up teacher. In fact, it is still a group of people who have recently learned to learn quickly, and the joy of improving the English score is nowhere to be expressed. I want to find an opportunity to get together and go crazy.

Contrasting with Yu Sheng, the people in the seventh class generally did not have the awe of Jin Linkun's summer camp. Jin Linkun blew out the candle and was hit by a piece of cake.

Jin Linkun was already prepared. Today he wore an old sportswear and pulled Yu Sheng to open the cake. He quickly lifted the rest of the cake: "Food is precious, they condense the sweat of the working people..."

Teacher Jin is right, the students no longer have trouble with the cake.

...

Jin Linkun led Yu Sheng to turn around, and the next second was overwhelmed by the ribbon that was on the face.

Unpredictable.

The people who came this time were not uniform, the private room was not big, the door was closed, and the room became an ocean of ribbons in a blink of an eye.

Jin Linkun took off the bright little star ribbon above Yu Sheng's head and took a closer look: "Friend, don't you think this thing is familiar..."

"It's familiar." Yu Sheng patted the ribbon on his body. "Turn back and send a blackmail virus to Liang Yifan."

The two were too close together. The sports committee jumped up and down, and the direction was a little off. Most of them sprinkled on Yu Sheng.

A bag of ribbons for Yu Sheng's birthday was not wasted at all, and was passed to Liang Yifan's brother, Duan Lei, who had never seen it before, and he gave them a new surprise.

Yu Sheng had been in the seventh class for too long. The sports commission turned around and ran, and a group of coaxing people held their heads together: "Duan Lei brought it, designed by the class leader, hidden by the school committee, the sports committee fell down..."

The class cadres were sold collectively and it was unbelievable: "Isn't the idea that you voted with all your votes? Said good unity?!"

The unity of the class is not worth mentioning before their brother Sheng's rule.

A group of people turned into a mess.

The sports committee shivered against the door and suddenly heard the door lock rang.

The people in the room couldn't see the outside, so they hurriedly shouted, "Don't open the door without first--"

Lao He happened to meet the director of the Education Department on the way to the meal. He smiled and raised his hand to push the door. He was still talking to them. The director who must come to congratulate the classmates who achieved good results, said: "Now I am very sensible and not nonsense. Only learning..."

The words fell, and the two had been sturdily buckled by the ribbon that was left in the back door.

A good meal eventually turned into a quality education for one and a half hours for the director of the Education Department.

Yao Qiang picked up a ribbon and put it in the pocket supported by their squad leader: "Why do you still keep it? What's the use of this thing?"

"Keep it." The squad leader thought for a while, and the meaning was still unsatisfactory. "Maybe two months from now, what other lucky partner..."

Their class was a bit tumultuous, and they came out together to clean up the ribbons, attracting the attention of many diners.

This store is on the back street, and many students will come here to eat, and dinners are often selected in the neighborhood.

The sports committee took a pot of ribbons and poured them into a sack, preparing to go to the other side to help clean up. Suddenly a ridiculous sneer sounded around him: "What's the matter, I can't go to school, come here to work?"

The voice is not familiar, the sports committee looked up, did not recognize the leader, first recognized Chang Chi who followed.

Since the game was forced to recite words under the basket, Chang Chi saw the people in their class and walked around, plus the two grades were not in the same building.

"Brother Sheng?"

Duan Lei just went back to wash his hands, and lowered his voice to find the squad leader: "The leader is their technical leader, called Shan Xian. They all call him Xian Ye. It is said that they are at the same level as our brother Sheng..."

There is no secret in this kind of thing between schools, especially those with strong gossip, which can spread throughout the whole circle in half a day.

Chang Chi was also well-known for his workmanship at that time. He actually ate it in a Pu Gao, and even their circle was followed by jokes for several days. Came for dinner next door today, blowing two bottles of wine, and when I heard the news, I specially called a group of people, intending to find the place back.

"Go to Brother Sheng, tell Brother Sheng, don't come over first."

The squad leader blocked the person back, and lowered his voice to find the school committee: "He wants to take the provincial champion, he can't be punished."

Usually go out to support their brother Sheng scene, there is such a kind of hard-to-see people, their class still do not want Yu Sheng to be provoked.

The school committee seems to have something to say: "But--"

"but what?"

The squad leader took it seriously: "Something makes Sheng Sheng provoke? This kind of person is very difficult, you won him today, maybe you will get a sap tomorrow, you know?"

"Yes." The school committee nodded. "But..."

The school committee is good at everything, but there is too much nonsense.

The squad leader murdered him: "Not allowed but!"

School Committee: "..."

They also played a few games in the sports committee, and had some experience with this kind of thing. They stood up and blocked their classmates: "What do you mean?"

Shan Xian is two years older than them, and has been studying for five years in engineering skills. He is also a graduate this year, and he is well-known in several streets of engineering skills.

There are also a lot of sports students in the Third Middle School, which is undoubtedly not enough to compare with this group of people who are on the street all the year round.

Shan Xian didn't take this group of students seriously.

Even though the kid didn't dare to report the name across from him, even a group of people who were tired of craftsmanship had been ridiculed for several days, and it wouldn't work if they couldn't get it back.

He hasn't spoken since he arrived. At this moment, he swept the group of students still wearing school uniforms and spoke aloud, with a deep tone of voice: "Who picked the head?"

The people who came here didn’t look good. The class leader felt that this kind of thing could only be solved by uniting together. If he didn’t answer him, he lowered his voice and assigned the task: “The sports committee is entangled with him. We have to find a way to deal with the rest. ..."

The Sports Commission took off his coat and threw it to Duan Lei, moving his wrist twice.

They are still raising their hands unrelentingly.

...

The squad leader is making preparations for the start, and it really can't stand it: "Just go, please say quickly, but what?"

"But our director of education and Lao He haven't left yet."

The school committee looked back and glanced: "They met the principal of the engineering and technology. They just came back together and were sitting in our private room, eating our barbecue, and chatting happily with our brother Sheng and teacher Jin... "