Don’t Talk To Me!

The daily rental house is on the top floor of the community, the apartment on the upper floor, the lower level is the living and resting area, and the upper level has chess and card games.

Seven groups will play mahjong not much, and there will be three or four rules for different regions. Finally, it was easy to put together four people for an educational game. A group of school tyrants who were interested in learning Mahjong were surrounded. They brought notes in hand and asked in spite of each other.

"Don't worry, don't worry, say one by one."

Too many people asked, Ding Zhengjiao could not answer a little: "This is not called a bird, called Yao chicken, golden chicken independent chicken, Yao-the first is the Yao after the Yao Yao."

He read the cards in his hand and glanced in the direction of the VR game: "Brother Sheng?"

Liang Yifan drank an apple: "Downstairs, Brother Sheng is cooking, Kunshen is trying to help him cook."

This kind of daily rent house has grains and oils, and the meat must be bought by yourself. On the way to the seventh group, he also went to the market, so that Yu Sheng fully realized that Jin Linkun's level of survival could not be considered an example.

Even Wan Yongming's teacher was used to the cafeteria and studied the difference between shallots and garlic seedlings in the market. Yu Sheng decided to regain control of the kitchen in time for his stomach.

The seven groups of students all have a heart of courage to challenge. They went forward and succeeded in trying to touch the kitchen. Only Kun Shen broke through, and Yu Sheng grabbed it.

The situation in the battle is still not clear. Cen Rui went bravely to investigate, and came back to report that it smelled good.

"Brother Sheng won't stew Kun Kun?"

Xia Junhua wrote a note to the book while caring symbolically: "I feel Brother Sheng is murderous when he picks up the god."

"Can the stew be so fragrant?" Cen Rui was very interested in this topic and recalled it carefully. "I think it may be fried. I heard the sound of wow wow."

Taking into account that today, Brother Sheng once again beat up people, Ding Zhengjiao also felt that he should ask more, holding a card to raise his head from the crowd: "Will we go down and see?"

"No. By the way, in my experience, it is best not to go down."

Liang Yifan has become accustomed to this murderous, and basically can predict the later development: "Don't be nervous. Kun Shen will tell Brother Sheng that he is hungry and his stomach hurts. Brother Sheng will not believe it, but he can't help but find food for him, and then Kun Kun tricked him into opening his mouth and took the opportunity to let Brother Sheng eat something..."

...

In the kitchen, Yu Sheng swallowed her mouth full of braised eggs and looked up: "Aren't you hungry?"

Jin Linkun bent his eyes very temperately, poured him a glass of milk, and ate the remaining half of the egg yolk himself: "Also, eat together."

Yu Sheng was too lazy to take care of him, but he choked not too lightly. After a while, he still took the milk, and he gulped.

"At that time...not because the summer camp was happy for a week."

Although this beating was over, Jin Linkun felt that he should explain it, and took the remaining half glass of milk in his hand: "I just thought, if--"

He looked up, his voice paused, and he couldn't make a sound for a while.

Yu Sheng doesn't drink milk often, always feels that this kind of stuff is a bit greasy, and doesn't know much about the whole process of drinking milk.

The milk stain was still on his lips, and it seemed that he was very small.

...

Very cute.

Jin Linkun didn't know what he was thinking, unconsciously cleared his throat, his heart beat faster and inexplicably, he failed to say the following.

Yu Sheng held a knife and waited for a while between vegetable cuttings. He didn't hear him say anything and looked up: "What do you think?"

"...It doesn't matter." Jin Linkun hadn't had time to straighten out his current mood. He whispered it back softly, lowered his hand, and lifted it up.

I don't know if it's because the kitchen is hotter than the outside. He sweated a little in the palm of his hand and instinctively nipped it gently.

Not too connected to this person's upside down logic, Yu Sheng wanted to ask again, one hand was already covering his lips.

Soon, the touch was slightly warm and immediately withdrew on the lips.

After all, the roommate had a knife in his hand. Jin Linkun quickly stepped back, opened his mouth and tried to explain: "Friend, there is a little milk--"

He stopped after a few words, looked at Yu Sheng who was still not moving, hesitantly leaned over, and shook his palm in front of his eyes: "Yu Sheng?"

Yu Sheng snapped his hand: "Why?"

Did not scare people.

Jin Linkun let out a sigh of relief, ripped off the corner of his mouth, and shook his head: "It's fine."

Yu Sheng frowned, did not speak, and turned back to cut vegetables.

Seeing the knife in his hand cut into the hand, Jin Linkun was startled and hurried past, stopping the person in time before making the **** incident, and raised his hand to touch his forehead: "What's wrong?"

Yu Sheng didn't know what happened.

...

It may just suddenly feel that something is not right.

It's not that I haven't been in a normal relationship of fighting and drinking and playing games. If I don't even realize that this kind of action is wrong, I'm a bit pretended.

But he didn't know what it was.

I don't know where this kind of error came from.

I only know that I don't seem to feel conflict, just annoying, vaguely annoying.

And because of the faint hearing that the summer camp was about to end, the emotions that came out of the mess were stirred up and piled up on the chest, making people inexplicably quiet.

Jin Linkun was still around him worriedly, and Yu Sheng was upset for a while, then he thrust the knife into his hand: "You cut, I will rest for a while."

"..." Jin Linkun took it hastily and looked at the potato that was said to be shredded: "Can I?"

"trust yourself."

With all thoughts in mind, Yu Sheng reached out his phone and applauded him: "You can do it."

...

Jin Linkun thought his roommate might still be angry.

Because of this episode, until the seven groups sat down to eat together, the two were in a wrong state.

"I actually have French fries to eat, it's so happy to follow Brother Sheng..."

Cen Rui had a big heart, didn't find anything wrong, and grabbed fries with excitement: "I like this kind of crude potato! The outside is crispy and tender, and the food is very cool!"

"And they are particularly attentive, with different thickness."

Xia Junhua reasonably and reasonably analyzed: "Look, the two French fries are at least half a centimeter apart-I think this is a unique design. Through the difference in surface area and shape, the speed of heat conduction changes to produce a richer Taste……"

...

It was not easy to feed a group of ten people. Yu Sheng made a table of dishes, stewed a large pot of rice, and let several boys go out to buy steamed buns before finally feeding the whole group.

A group of school bullies are hungry, and it is rare to eat such home-cooked food. Ji Chi-qian gave less than five minutes, and couldn't help but quickly picked up the dishes in his bowl.

"Come here, there are also salt and pepper and tomato sauce, and those with French fries, everyone chooses--"

Ding Zhengjiao took the initiative to serve everyone, holding two small porcelain plates, staring at the empty plate with wide eyes: "...How about fries?"

Everyone quickly turned their eyes away and talked to the world, no one took his word.

Kong Jiahe, who couldn't help eating the last french fries, felt a little guilty. He stood up and wanted to talk. Xia Junhua sat down and went back.

"It's okay." Cen Ruigang just poured half a glass of cola, sulked with satisfaction, and slumped back in his chair. "We can continue to eat this and let them meet with fries in the stomach..."

A group of people ate happily. Liang Yifan held buns and looked back and forth for a long time, but he couldn't help but restore his role. He joined Jin Linkun: "Kun God, what's the matter... the two of you quarreled?"

These days, Liang Yifan has almost figured out all the modes of getting along with these two people.

It is the reverse of the mode of getting along with other people. Yu Sheng can usually do nothing, and can never use a sentence, but Jin Linkun is the one who talks more, and his temper is not good enough.

He had watched it several times alone, and Kun Shen took the initiative to reach out when Brother Sheng was bored, and let Brother Sheng scribble on his hands.

But today even Jin Linkun didn't speak.

Liang Yifan instinctively felt that this matter had something to do with the fight between the two on the road, and he felt that it should never be such a superficial reason, and the brain hole went out: "The two of you are in a conflict? You eat sweet Sheng brother and eat salty Are you going to put sugar in the tofu brain? Brother Sheng is going to wrap the dumplings with meat?"

"..."

Jin Linkun was originally a little touched because he took the initiative to help. The more he listened, the more outrageous he was, raising his hand and arranging him: "It's not the same thing."

Liang Yifan still wanted to continue to guess. He was moved to the table by his **** and was still at a loss. He watched Yu Sheng, who was going to serve Duan Tang, sit over.

"Take a break and eat first."

Jin Linkun raised his hand to help him pick up the soup pot, first filled him with a bowl, and put the rest in the middle of the table for a group of people to grab, and pushed the bowl of vegetables that he had saved: "Quick, it will be cold in a while."

"What to eat." Yu Sheng looked at the bowl of dishes that were too rich, "You are a mouse?"

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows, pointing to the soup pot that had bottomed out in a blink of an eye.

Yu Sheng: "..."

The seven groups of school bullies have completely released their nature.

Cen Rui held the soup bowl so that no one could touch it. He clearly couldn’t eat and could not eat, and he stubbornly hid in the corner: "I keep it! I’m hungry and continue to eat!"

"You have eaten so much, it will be tomorrow's business to be hungry again!"

Xia Junhua held his chopsticks and chased him: "Hand over the last ball, or unplug your laptop tonight!"

Liang Zi's eyes turned bigger and bigger, and Cen Rui immediately put down the soup bowl and continued his pursuit on the road.

Dong Jue quietly passed by and quickly pulled out the last chicken ball from the bowl.

...

Lao Wan, as the only existence that has not been robbed, is holding the rice bowl that has the only fruits, and can't help feeling: "You are so young, so energetic..."

Yu Sheng hasn't eaten such a lively meal for a long time, a little shocked, holding his chopsticks and looking up for a long time.

He didn't like to cook, because no one ate it when it was cooked. It was rare that there were many people eating this time. The atmosphere seemed to rush towards another unpredictable and uncontrollable direction.

...

When he recovered, Jin Linkun was still trying to pile things into his bowl.

Pine kernel corn is not easy to clamp, and this person did not know to use a spoon, so he tried to clamp the pine nuts one by one with chopsticks.

A plate of pine nuts corn, pine nuts were basically picked by him, it seems to try to put a pattern on the paper plate bought temporarily.

Yu Sheng couldn't help frowning and was studying whether he wanted to lay a pine tree or a pangolin. The hand resting under the table was suddenly held lightly.

The force is very soft and loose, as if it can be broken away with just a little effort.

Yu Sheng stretched his arm and said nothing, meeting Jin Linkun's quiet gaze.

He had just washed his hands, didn't wipe it well, it was a little cold, and he also got some water.

The hand touched the palm dry and warm, Yu Sheng curled his fingers, just about to grab it, he was completely wrapped in his palm.

Jin Linkun looked at him, leaning his shoulders slightly, his voice pressed a little light, and it was not obvious on a messy dining table: "I can't hold back... Don't be angry."

Yu Sheng couldn't help but frowned.

He was not angry, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

I don't want to talk much, but I don't seem to want to beat people that much.

This person always likes to move his hands, which is annoying, but today...not the same.

I don’t know who the problem is, but there seems to be something different than before.

"I know." Yu Sheng twisted his knuckles and couldn't help explaining, "Not angry."

His thoughts were scattered, and everything was messy. The first thing that came out was why the man's hands were so warm.

Jin Linkun looked at the probe: "Not angry?"

Yu Sheng moved his chopsticks and put a pine nut into his mouth: "No."

Jin Linkun: "Then you laugh."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun: "..."

It's a terrible thing to turn your brain faster than reason.

Jin Linkun regretted opening his mouth. He quickly raised his hands and prepared to do a good job every day. He held the table for the seven groups of students to keep the table. There was basically only leftover food on the bottom of the plate. When he turned back, he found that Yu Sheng had not moved.

The teenager's eyebrow peaks wrinkled slightly, his lips curled slightly, and he held wooden chopsticks in one hand, unconsciously exerting strength.

He looked down, as if he was worrying about something, but he broke away without grasping his hand.

Jin Linkun's heartbeat was inexplicably fast.

The fingers wrapped in the palm were slender and thin, a little cold, and bent gently against his fingers.

He lowered his hand, and slowly added a little force.

Before any one of the two people had returned to God, the cheers of the people rang first.

Cen Rui threw away Xia Junhua early, found the SLR camera he had been carrying all the way, found the angle of the position, and set the time to put it on the decorative bookshelf.

He ran back dexterously, still instructing in his mouth: "Fast, fast! Either than two or eggplant..."

A group of people quickly put on shape. Ding Zhengjiao put the deputy leader's shoulder on the standard. Kong Jiahe was very nervous and tried to hold his back so that he was often caught by others.

Liang Yifan gave up both of them early and resolutely went back to the front row to grab the camera. Cen Rui found his ball was missing and jumped on Xia Junhua's shoulder.

A bunch of people counted down in a mess. Lao Wan didn't know which one to listen to. He looked back and forth, put down his rice bowl and raised his hands to compare two, followed the classmates and shouted eggplant.

Yu Sheng raised his head and was welcoming Jin Linkun, who wanted to look back at himself and wanted to take pictures with everyone. He couldn't hold back, and gently raised his mouth.

Yu Guang glanced at the smile on the corner of his lips, Jin Linkun missed a beat, and looked back.

When the timer ends, the photo snaps.

The most ordinary and special days in youth are thus truly recorded.

There is the brightest sunshine and laughter, there are still young and bright, and there are leading teachers who are trying to mix in with everyone without any trace.

Yu Sheng's lips are slightly soft and slightly curved, and the cold and sharp edges are usually softened, revealing a clean smile that belongs only to the teenager.

There is also the head of Kun God.