Don’t Talk To Me!

When Yu Sheng came to the Internet cafe, Jin Linkun was leaning on the sofa to brush questions.

He didn't go in immediately, leaned his umbrella against the door, and stood at the door for a while.

Jin Linkun did not really dislike the topic, and even liked to help people. The scope of the topic on that day developed from seven groups to half a summer camp. This person could tell the state, and various knowledge points came hand in hand, and it was not chic.

Yu Sheng was still endorsing the book, and he turned to him unconsciously with his back on his back. When the reaction came, he had drawn half a sketch of the illustration.

Yu Sheng didn't think of anything else that day, but just thought that Jin Linkun at that time... was so **** handsome.

It wasn't until something that had almost been forgotten was raised again that he suddenly flashed a thought.

Jin Linkun should have been the same in the pitted competition winter camp.

He took the exam papers handed over smoothly and played the game casually while answering the questions with carelessness.

While talking about the tuberculous endlessly annoyingly, while explaining the points clearly and patiently and meticulously, repeating them tirelessly if you don't understand, you will be given two more divergent knowledge points.

Yu Sheng grabbed the plastic bag in his hand, pushed open the door, and entered the room where he had been staying for quite a few times. Basically, he tried all functions, but the only room was used to play the game once.

Realizing that someone was entering the door, Jin Linkun brushed his pen and raised his head subconsciously.

He was so confused in his mind that he had all kinds of thoughts, so he could only come here first to clear the questions. Seeing Yu Sheng at a glance, his head didn't turn around, the ghost was so miserable that he lowered the pen and raised his arm towards the door.

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Jin Linkun himself felt that this posture as if preparing for a warm hug was a little awkward. He coughed a little without embarrassment, raised his hand halfway, and turned a corner to touch his nose.

Yu Sheng had thrown the plastic bag he was throwing into the sofa and walked over a few steps.

Not waiting for Jin Linkun's reaction, Yu Sheng had pulled him up and raised his arm, holding him whole in his arms.

The boy's breath is clean, with a bit of fresh and coolness unique to the rain, and the strength of his arm is so strong that it cannot be ignored.

Jin Linkun's chest suddenly choked with breath.

He opened his mouth a few times and failed to make a sound smoothly. His spine bent down a little and closed his eyes against his shoulder: "Yu Sheng--"

Yu Sheng: "I am here."

Jin Linkun was speechless again.

Yu Sheng rested his arms on his shoulders, let him lean on his shoulders, and patted his back with one hand: "Kun God, when you especially want to cry, it's nothing shameful to drop two tears."

Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, rested quietly on him for a while, and gently smiled: "...I don't want to cry."

His roommates sometimes called him together with others.

When he was pitted by the game, even when he was so annoyed by him, when he was going to take a call to hurt him later...

When you're joking, or when you don't particularly want to make jokes.

Jin Linkun can distinguish clearly, which kind is now for Sheng.

He didn’t want to call Yu Sheng worried, and he didn’t expect Yu Sheng to get the news so fast. He leaned on the other person’s shoulder and released his hand a little. Then worry about—"

Yu Sheng directly interrupted: "I will give you three more seconds to consider whether to be polite with me or let you hold you for another minute."

The voice in the ear stopped abruptly.

The arm behind him suddenly tightened, making him almost breathless.

Yu Sheng didn't speak, grabbed Jin Linkun's neckline, ripped him off, and pressed it into his neck.

...Why is this man so tall?

Even holding a hug had to pull people down, Yu Sheng stretched his arm, holding his breath for a long while, but still couldn't resist secretly tipping his feet.

Jin Linkun, who was still motionless and buried in his neck, suddenly moved slightly, hesitantly said: "Friend -"

Yu Sheng: "Shut up."

Jin Linkun was very obedient, buried his mouth in his neck for a while with his mouth closed, still unable to hold back, his shoulders trembling lightly.

"..." Yu Sheng took a deep breath: "You better make some tears now, or howl, so that I believe you are crying because you are too uncomfortable or too excited--"

Jin Linkun: "Poof."

...

Jin Linkun, who was beaten again, was paralyzed on the sofa, rubbing his chest, and coughing with a smile: "Friend, rest assured, I will never say anything about your toes..."

Yu Sheng was angry, rolled up his sleeves two or three times, and pressed him into the sofa: "Speak, how to die, stew or fry."

"It can't be simmered." Jin Linkun had a good temper and raised his arm again to hug him and circled in his arms: "Yu Sheng."

His voice was a little soft, Yu Sheng frowned, and stopped the act of tucking the person in front of him in the crack of the sofa: "Why?"

Jin Linkun didn't speak, his arms closed behind him, letting him lean on himself.

He is actually not uncomfortable.

Everything has passed completely, the clarification actually clarified, and the one who paid the price paid the price.

The text message he received today was sent by a few people, and he wrote a lot, probably an apology or something. He didn’t read it carefully, nor did he plan to read it again.

Everything in the past seems to have come to a complete stop at the moment of receiving the text message.

Everything after that is new.

He also couldn't tell what he was thinking. Perhaps some emotions that had been stuck in his chest had completely disappeared, but he was at a loss.

But even this last point is at a loss, and when I don't know when, it has been sacked and cleared by the chest that has been refilled.

Jin Linkun buried in his neck, his voice muffled: "Hug for a while."

"..."

Yu Sheng faintly began to feel that this person seemed to escape another beat with this trick every time.

I didn't know how much I had hugged for a while. Yu Sheng took off his shoulder arm, probed it, and recovered the plastic bag.

When he came, he bought two cans of beer, opened it, pushed it over, and opened another can himself. He took two sips before Jin Linkun opened his mouth.

The foam of the beer rang gently in the throat and poured coldly down the throat.

Yu Sheng exhaled softly, raised his head and wanted to speak, but found that Jin Linkun's expression was a bit wrong.

Strictly speaking, it's probably that I want to spout that sip of beer and not too dared to spray it.

Yu Sheng stretched his back and stood up neatly, carrying Jin Linkun's collar and twisting it, letting him spray the sip of wine into the open space.

The reaction was too great, Yu Sheng did not dare to let him continue to touch the wine, and took back the can of beer: "Are you allergic to alcohol?"

"...No." Jin Linkun held his glasses, a little depressed, "I just don't get used to it."

Yu Shengxin said that it was more than drinking, so he found a mop and dragged it twice, and pulled two pieces of paper to him: "I remember some people are grown."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Yu Sheng emphasized: "Some people are grown-ups, but they can only drink Wangzi milk and Wahaha, even beer."

"..." Jin Linkun: "Friends, let's talk about it, even-"

Yu Sheng: "The deal."

When coming out of the internet cafe and preparing to go back, Yu Sheng suddenly remembered the situation before him inexplicably.

He has too many things to remember. In general, this kind of thing is automatically categorized into a day-to-day memory. People who have seen one or two sides can't remember it. Every time they are asked to be framed, they have to remember carefully for a long time. .

But he still felt that when he was really bored to play a game one afternoon last winter, he seemed to be sprayed with beer by a nerd wearing a provincial key school uniform next to him.

...

It's just that nothing special happened.

After so long, the impression at that time was also very vague.

The seven groups were still looking forward to it. Yu Sheng didn't think about it any longer and no longer delayed. He dragged Jin Linkun over the wall and went straight back to the rehearsal hall.

When the figures of the two appeared at the door, the entire seven groups couldn't hold back and cheered.

Even Ding Zhengjiao, who has always been steady, did not restrain the students around him. The boys are fighting for each other. They have squeezed towards the door with excitement, and the little girls' eyes have followed a red circle.

Jin Linkun vaguely recalled what he had been holding on to "learn the spirit of the gods". After entering the door, he instinctively stopped, and before being able to withdraw, he was blocked by Yu Sheng who followed him.

"Go." Yu Sheng patted his shoulder and raised his eyebrows slightly. "So many friends are waiting for you."

Jin Linkun was slightly stunned. After a long while, the pupils lighted up quietly, unable to hold back the corners of his lips, and nodded gently.

...

Without waiting for his recovery, Liang Yifan, who broke through first, had already rolled up his sleeves, and the communique slammed him privately.

"Do it!"

Ding Zhengjiao commanded: "If you tickle, you must creak wherever you go. You must give Kun God a memory. Next time you are not allowed to leave the team at will-Lao Xia, hold your legs, Cen Rui, give Kun God glasses to Sheng Brother!

Yu Sheng had no time to raise his hand to pick up his pair of glasses, and he quickly stepped back a few steps, watching Jin Linkun drowned in the vast crowd.

The battle was too fierce, and Jin Linkun had to go back and change his suit before the start of the evening performance.

Anyway, he had to come on stage at night. Yu Sheng simply went back with him and changed the clothes on stage in advance.

As the only two people in the group with normal attire, Yu Sheng and Jin Linkun still maintain the standard shirt style.

Slim shirts can just modify the narrow and straight waistline of this young boy. Yu Sheng doesn't usually have this kind of dress. After changing clothes, the whole seven groups were quiet for a long time without any trace.

"So the aura is actually based on shirts?"

Xia Junhua has a longing for it, and can't help but envy: "The frypot has already been in the forum for the second time. Brother Sheng may not even know how many photos he has been secretly taken along the way."

Ding Zhengjiao also participated in and seriously added: "It's the figure and shirt. Brother Sheng's figure is really buried in T-shirts and sweaters."

"This will wait for a while." Cen Rui, the best-known person, held up his phone and was terribly stunned. "Can I give you your phone number too? Just say that Brother Sheng has been studying unintentionally in love and the workload has skyrocketed. This youthful love dismissed the teacher's job..."

The seven groups of people were in the preparation room on the back of the auditorium rostrum. Yu Sheng was dragged over by Ding Zhengjiao, so that he could beg him for the process.

When I came back, I just saw Jin Linkun talking to Lao Wan, and put on the little bear's jumpsuit in coordination.

This is Lao Wan's creativity, so Jin Linkun appeared in this body and took it off when playing the piano, hoping to create a sharp visual contrast, thus highlighting the handsome afterwards.

The original design was for two people to come together. In view of the strong desire for survival of the entire seven groups, this plan reached Ding Zhengjiao, which became the handsome brother Sheng and the **** responsible for creating contrast.

Jin Linkun was originally not resistant to wearing this one, just regretting the firm position of his roommate: "Friend, do you have no chance at all?"

"No." Yu Sheng categorically rejected, "Don't even think about it."

Jin Linkun was very difficult to do not want, opened his mouth, still sat down with regret, and continued to turn the piano sheet.

He is tall and shoulders wide, and even wearing this cartoon-style clothes, unzipping the zipper and not putting on the headgear, he can still show a tall and tall figure.

"To be honest, I think even if Kun Kun is wearing this body, he is still handsome."

In order to save the peach blossoms for Sheng Sheng, Cen Rui had to save the country by curve, and secretly took a few photos to Kun God: "It's not cute at all, and it's still far from the image that the little girls imagined..."

Xia Junhua agrees: "Like the parents of students who come to the guest performance."

"..."

I don't know if I was promoted to the parents of the entire seven groups this time. Jin Linkun memorized another side of the piano sheet and got up to try a little bit.

Yu Sheng entered the dressing room, preparing to finally adjust the shape of the stage, the phone suddenly banged.

Too many people came to inquire about Yu Sheng's contact information, and there were still a batch of people blocking it back. Yu Sheng could secretly take pictures and might die.

Cen Rui had no choice but to accept the task of "providing rare cute photos of Kunshen". As a consolation for the students who could not get the contact information, he was sending a lot of news in anxiety and accidentally gave Sheng Ge himself. Checked in.

Cen Rui: This is what Kun Kun looks like [picture], this height is handsome in everything, it can't be as cute as Brother Sheng. I have done my best, and I will give you the photos. Please let us know our brother, he only learns! ! !

Yu Sheng looked at the phone and frowned.

...What height.

He was only a little shorter than Jin Linkun, enough to stand on tiptoe.

I felt that sentence was unsightly at all times. Yu Sheng pursed his lips, put down his phone, and looked at the suit of little dinosaurs piled in the corner of the fitting room.