Don’t Talk To Me!

The children were so decisive.

Jin Linkun froze for a long time at the hand that was thrown back. He couldn't help feeling sad for a while, then he readjusted his mood with a handful of sugar tucked in by his roommate, and happily peeled one into his mouth.

The site of the campfire was on the large playground on the edge of the campus, and many people had already arrived.

"I depend, is it environmentally friendly now?"

Xia Junhua couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at the red cloth being blown by the electric hair dryer, "Bonfire-party?"

"Understand, N doesn't allow an open flame. Their school building has a cultural preservation building."

Ding Zhengjiao was already surprised when he came to step on the point. In turn, he comforted the students: "The degree of simulation is quite high. We sat in a circle. The effect is the same..."

Cen Rui held the camera all the way and shot, and it was very heartbreaking: "It's not the same at all, I plan to have everyone barbecue together!"

"Breakfast at the campfire. Will everyone hug and say goodbye to each other while holding skewers?"

Liang Yifan shook his hands twice in front of the camera and patted his shoulder: "Mature, night elf, this is the happiest summer camp I attended. I don't want it to become the most sand sculpture in my memory. ."

A group of people walked together to the campfire venue. Lao Wan was already waiting by the seven groups of "fires" and looked a bit lost.

The ground was empty and there was no shadow of delicious food at all.

Encouraged by a group of people, Cen Rui leaned over and asked the deputy leader Kong Jiahe: "Old Kong, what is delicious?"

Teacher Wan didn’t say anything, and Kong Jiahe reported truthfully: "The teacher thought we were a real campfire, and we specially ordered raw meat and vegetable skewers, and sauce..."

Liang Yifan: "..."

Ding Zhengjiao: "..."

Cen Rui and the mature teacher Wan share a common language and can't help standing up: "Yes! Or we secretly light a fire--"

Halfway through the speech, the vice-principal of N University just passed behind him. Ding Zhengjiao Xia Junhua's eyes were fast and he pressed his mouth by covering his mouth.

The dream of grilling meat skewers and singing songs failed to come true. In order to comfort Lao Wan, the seven groups of students deliberately pooled money to set up a barbecue. Several boys volunteered to go over the wall and take back the takeaway delivered to the root of the wall.

A big bag of barbecue, a big bag of various drinks, and iced cola and beer. As soon as they were put on the plastic cloth, the seven groups were so excited that they fry the pan.

A group of people were too hungry and rushed to gobble up. Most of the atmosphere that had been thought to be extremely sad was also diluted.

Liang Yifan, as the classmate who least hopes to skew the painting style in this summer camp, is the most active. He holds a string of roasted beef tendons in one hand and hides vigorously behind the two big brothers.

Jin Linkun is tall and has a long arm, and he has an advantage in the string grabbing activity. While seeing the stitches, he pulled out two strings of enoki mushrooms and stuffed them into the roommate's hands, while continuing to aim at the next target: "Friends, what else?"

Yu Sheng sat on a plastic cloth that had been laid early and watched him grabbing food with a group of people. He couldn't help but hold his mouth: "Beer."

"..."

In retaliation for the childish behavior of roommates, Jin Linkun decided to grab him two bottles of cartoon puppies.

Everyone was clamoring for excitement. In the unusually appetizing meat and spicy spices, the styles of the seven groups were separated from the Jingwei District in the entire summer camp.

"This description is inappropriate." Xia Junhua leaned his chin on the nail, "strictly speaking, we should be isolated."

The positions of the originally uniformly distributed groups have changed dramatically. The fires near the seven groups have been neatly removed, and no other group members can be seen within a five-meter radius.

Three hours of literary and artistic performances, plus one afternoon before the rehearsal, most people have been hungry since lunch until now. Now hooked by the tempting fragrance, everyone's mood to bid farewell to each other was completely gone, and their stomachs were crying wildly.

...

"Seriously, I think the eyes of other groups are not right."

Cen Rui held the meat skewers and held the camera to observe remotely: "We have to be careful to protect our meat skewers, maybe they will be robbed in a while."

"If you look closely, you will find that we no longer have skewers."

Liang Yifan was the first to eat and drink, paralyzed on the grass, rubbing his stomach with satisfaction: "This is my favorite summer camp..."

Xia Junhua was a little bit stunned by his backlash: "Don't you think this kind of sand sculpture?"

"It doesn't matter." Liang Yifan burped and looked up at the stars with his arms folded. "To be honest, I have no idea except to stay here."

His voice was not high, but everyone on the side heard clearly.

Cen Rui has been jokingly playing with treasures, holding the video camera for a while, and when he heard his words, his footsteps stopped and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Ding Zhengjiao grabbed a can of fruit beer and sat in a daze for a long time. Suddenly, he grabbed Kong Jiahe on the edge, and tears fell down.

Lao Wan rubbed his head in one hand to comfort, Kong Jiahe's reaction was always half a beat slower than others, and he was rubbed his head for a long time, then suddenly he understood the reaction, opened his mouth, and raised his eyes with red eyes: "Teacher Wan, tomorrow we will have they gone?"

Lao Wan and his school patted his head lovingly: "Yes, then I will go back to school the next day to check your summer homework."

"..."

The sadness of Xueba Kong Jiahe paused for a while, immediately lowered his head and turned over this summer vacation homework list.

Seeing that the atmosphere was still inevitable, Lao Wan put down the roasted leek in his hand and patted it twice.

The other groups were almost hungry and mad, and they had completed the farewell ceremony very neatly and swiftly. A brain stormed the night market for food, leaving only three or two groups of bonfires still lit.

The playground is much quieter than before, and the moonlight cools the night.

Liang Yifan wiped his eyes hard, sat up, and listened carefully.

In the camera lens, all the faces are still clean and green, sitting extremely compact.

Lao Wan sat upright: "Everyone knows that, our summer camp is coming to an end. You are about to return to your respective schools to welcome your last year of high school life."

After finishing the official speech, he looked at a circle of students with red eyes, and his expression calmed down: "In fact, when the summer camp started, I was still thinking twice about what kind of month to bring you."

"The camp said that we should urge everyone to experience the tense atmosphere of high school in advance, mobilize the sprint enthusiasm in advance, and make sufficient preparations for the college entrance examination one year later."

Lao Wan smiled: "But then I found out that these of our group are good children, except for a little scary to learn, they don't need to be supervised."

The incident of table lamps at the beginning of the summer camp was widely circulated, and everyone’s impressions are still very clear. Hearing what Lao Wan said, many people couldn't help laughing lightly.

"Actually we guessed it later." Ding Zhengjiao rubbed his eyes vigorously. "What a combination of work and rest that Kun Kun said at the time was definitely your idea..."

"Did you know that?" Jin Linkun couldn't help looking at his roommate. "Why did I still look at anyone who wanted to hit me then?"

Yu Sheng concisely said: "Because it has nothing to do with the combination of work and rest, everyone just wants to beat you."

"..."

Seeing that the students were all laughing upside down, Lao Wan couldn't help laughing, and nodded: "So I was thinking later, maybe you need more than learning."

"You may be very hard for the next period of time. Students who are enrolled to recruit themselves will be required to interview for the exam, students who are competing to work hard, and students who are preparing for the college entrance examination must also start preparing for the sprint review.

"I think maybe this month will add something different to your very hard and difficult year."

Lao Wan touched the heads of the two boys next to him, and smiled: "This kind of thing may not be too obvious to help the results-but in the next time, when you feel too hard and tired, or lost your direction, you are about to support it. As you go on, you may not help thinking of it."

"You are all good children. The better you are, the more pressure and hard work you have to bear."

"At any time, if you need it, you can come back and find it."

The night breeze is slightly cool, and the starlight is quiet and quiet.

I don’t know who was the first boy and girl who couldn’t help but choked so loudly that they wanted to save face and must wipe their tears and wipe their eyes secretly.

The invisible pressure has been facing the confusion and tension of the third year of high school, and the efforts to maintain the ranks for the countless sleepless nights, the expectations of parents and teachers, their own ideals and unwillingness.

All the depression and restlessness, tension and confusion turned into tears, venting out with a brain.

I cried to the last one well, and then went back to continue to work hard, continue to grind his teeth step by step.

Over the mountain, see the scenery you want to see, and grow into what you want to be.

This evening, the seven groups were the last to leave the entire playground.

Lao Wan sent his classmates to the door of the dormitory and smiled and patted his shoulders one by one: "Okay, you won't be allowed to cry anymore when you go back. Don't look at it now, it's difficult to wait for you to go to college and start your life, then look back at the college entrance examination It's like the thing in my last life..."

The girl who was still wiping her tears sniffed her nose and looked up: "Teacher, will your life be different from now?"

"Not the same."

Lao Wan was very patient and smiled: "There are too many things to experience in life, and learning is only one of them."

His voice was very soft, but he seemed extremely serious: "You have to keep going forward, you may encounter some new troubles, reap some new happiness, you may find a place where you really want to settle down, and meet a real favorite people……"

He didn't speak quickly, his eyes fell on everyone, and he laughed again: "Okay, now for the thick hair in your future lives, go back to sleep."

The eyes of a group of boys and girls with red eyes turned back up and they couldn't help laughing. They scrambled to wave with Lao Wan and went upstairs to the dormitory.

The two gates tied for second place already guarded a lot of people waiting for writing classmates.

Jin Linkun dragged Yu Sheng together to write a classmate's record. This character must be beautifully written and must be beautiful.

Everyone holding the autograph of Xueshen found Yu Sheng again, and asked Brother Sheng to add a translation.

Yu Sheng was tired of writing and kicked his stool: "Can you write well?"

"Don't it look good?"

Jin Linkun was still attentive to his pen, and when he kicked it, he wrote a lot of words: "This is Zhang Xu's cursive style. I have practiced it for a long time."

Yu Sheng handed the classmate's record in his hand directly: "What is this word?"

"..."

Jin Linkun touched his nose: "Friend, do you know all but this word?"

The cursive script pays attention to the continuous strokes and arbitrary styles. Yu Sheng has been used to illustrations of this person's stream of consciousness. He can basically guess: "Peng Cheng Wanli, what is the limit? Cheng or way?"

Jin Linkun: "The way."

Yu Sheng frowned: "Where are you going?"

Jin Linkun circled his shoulders, probed, and drew a breath under his breath.

...

The following students who learned the spirit of the gods all received the well-recognized Xingkai speech.

The students in the seven groups were pressed at the end. Both of them wrote seriously. Jin Linkun wrote a lot to everyone, and some of them even attached papers.

Yu Sheng had finished writing for a long time, took a shower, and watched him still fighting hard, couldn't help but watch: "Are you writing a love letter?"

"Where is it." Jin Linkun was dumb, and he made a typo. "If you want to write a love letter, it's for you."

Seven groups get along with each other, almost everyone has come to ask questions, and he has a lot of directions for others who are good at not good. How much to suggest the most suitable direction for the next few months to improve the results, can also save a lot of time wasted on the wrong way.

Jin Linkun is recalling the check mark to the person's name, thinking again jumped out of the answer before reason, and when the reaction came to the dormitory seemed to be extremely quiet, it was already done smoothly.

His pen paused unconsciously, his throat moved lightly, and his heart beat suddenly like a drum.

Yu Sheng was standing behind him, very close, and the shadow fell on his desk, and he could even notice the particularly clean breath of the teenager.

Jin Linkun grabbed the pen and opened his mouth, but he could not speak immediately.

In fact, it is not difficult to explain, joking, joking, no matter what you say, how can you just pass by.

But he seemed to be unable to do anything.

The thought of being suppressed for countless times, every time you press it, the counterattack will be more turbulent than the last time, and it is more difficult to control.

Jin Linkun lowered his head, looked at Yu Sheng's shadow on the table, and counted his heartbeats.

He felt like he was a little out of breath.

...

I don't know if his roommate would be willing to give him artificial respiration if he couldn't breathe.

The more nervous your thoughts are, the more active you will be, and you will not know where you are flying for a moment. Jin Linkun tried his best to gather his thoughts, his shoulders stretched hard, he wanted to turn around, and he couldn't move at all.

Only before entering the dormitory door, Lao Wan's sentence "find a place where I really want to settle down, meet a person I really like" was repeated in my mind over and over again, more clearly than once.

That's the same thing.

Regardless of whether you admit it or not, if you think about it clearly, what the consequences are, this is always the case.

The quiet time in the dormitory was too long. Jin Linkun opened his mouth and tried to force himself to say something. The shadow dropped on the table suddenly moved.

Yu Sheng turned back to his bed.

Jin Linkun clenched his pen slowly, closed his eyes, and suddenly began to regret it.

What if Yu Sheng doesn't want to?

Jin Linkun knows Yu Sheng's character. If Yu Sheng is not willing, the only thing he can do is how far he rolls.

But the children's home is so deserted. If you are alone, how will you spend the next year?

If it is not broken, no matter what the reason is, you can find a way to touch the door, even if you squat at the door and guard the person, you can follow in.

But now there is no such opportunity to ease.

He didn't say it was broken, his children could still be accompanied no matter how.

Now this choice has become Yu Sheng's.

Jin Linkun couldn't sit still as he wanted to, and took a deep breath. He was trying to make a joke to disturb the past. Yu Sheng had hurriedly turned back and slapped a blank sheet of paper in front of him.

Jin Linkun stunned, hesitating for a while, and raised his head gently.

"……you write."

Yu Sheng's ears were red, like words forced from his throat, his clenched fist loosened, and he threw a key on his desk.

"I can't understand your broken word, it's finished... read it to me."