Don't Talk To Me!

Jin Linkun found that recently Yu Sheng seemed to often forget to hang up the WeChat voice.

Sometimes when he wakes up to drink water in the middle of the night, he will find that the phone is still connected, and he stubbornly uses the last bit of power to flash the small red light for him.

You can also hear the sound of even and shallow breathing on the other end.

Jin Linkun thinks this habit is very good.

When chatting the next day, Jin Linkun pretended not to remind his boyfriend by the way, and always remember to bring a power bank.

Yu Sheng didn't quite understand why he suddenly said such a sentence: What are you doing with a power bank for the exam today?

Jin Linkun thought that in case the night was not enough, after listening to him talk about the exam, he realized that it was the final exam of No. [-] Middle School.

The pressure to enter a higher school is high, and the holidays for the third year of senior high school in the province are generally extremely short.The arrangement is different from the provincial demonstration. The courses of No. 25 Middle School last until the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, and the final exams in seven days on the [-]th of the twelfth lunar month.

Students go home for the New Year and return to school in one week.

Homesick and children: It’s okay, what do the teachers ask for this time?

Yu Sheng was filling the pen with ink, and replied to the message with one hand: "It's still time to score, saying that this time the question is difficult, and no more than [-] is allowed."

This year's snow is a little more than last year. It started to snowflakes last night. Today, a thick layer has accumulated on the road, and the pens are frozen a little bit.

Yu Sheng breathed on the pen tip, stroked the paper twice, took the mobile phone, and sent the two snow scenes he took casually on the road.

Homesick children: Is it snowing?Is it cold?

Homesickness and children: Remember to wear more clothes when you go out, and bring a hot water bottle, are the garlic sprouts okay?

Yu Sheng: Not cold, hot, garlic sprouts are delicious.

Once in the morning and in the evening, Yu Sheng was already annoyed by his nagging. He should add more clothes, should bring a hot water bottle, and he didn't know how to write cold words.

The topic then diverged to the practice of garlic seedlings. Yu Sheng clicked on the two photos to look at them, cut and trimmed the corners, remembered what Duan Lei and the others often said, added a filter, and reposted them.

Looking at the white glowing filter, Jin Linkun thought about why the kid suddenly sent him a photo: it looks so beautiful.

Homesick children: Look at this tree, the snow on it and the old bark in the depth of the gully create a sharp contrast, giving people a strong visual experience.

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun is still playing freely: the trash can in the second picture is in the corner of the whole picture, contrasting with the whiteness and purity of Xinxue...

Yu Sheng: Take it.

Yu Sheng: The first sentence is enough.

Jin Linkun still has more ideas: Not enough, I can still praise

……

It was discovered that the number one in the school had been fiddling with his mobile phone since he sat down, and half of the examination room was not in the mood to review, so they got together to discuss whether there were some unknown review cheats on Yu Sheng's mobile phone.

Too curious.

"Could it be the essence review material?"

The members of the first examination room basically didn't flow around, and many of them were familiar with each other. They gathered in the corner to discuss: "Or a fortune-telling talisman, the kind that makes one's mind clear just by looking at it."

The monitor of Class [-] agreed: "Maybe, I heard that Class [-] now has an independent blessing system for exam preparation."

Some people can't understand: "How can this thing be independent?"

The monitor of Class One: "Only Class Seven can understand it, and only Class Seven can use it, and it is said that it is very effective."

For example, "Teacher Jin has packaged meeting symbols", "Brother Sheng's original voice wakes up alarm, 100% effective", "Lao He's nagging version of sleep aid white noise, streamlined and power-saving version, the duration is only 1 hour and 45 minutes".

……

A group of people didn't know what was going on, and they nodded in conviction: "It's amazing..."

As the core of the discussion, Yu Sheng didn't notice much of the undercurrent in the examination room.

The school committee and Yang Fan were both in the first examination room, taking advantage of the last minute, they came over and asked a few questions against the clock.

Yu Sheng finished speaking one by one, looked at his watch, and took the time to ask an experienced scorer: How do you usually score?

The last mid-term exam score was very unsuccessful, and Yu Sheng's grades were still a bit too conspicuous, which caused their principal to lose face in front of the provincial model principal.

Although he couldn't quite understand why the two principals even had to compete with each other in such things as "the students in our school are more proficient in scoring than you", Yu Sheng still planned to make a symbolic effort.

Jin Linkun thought for a while: It's easy to handle, multiple choice answer sheet.

He has a lot of experience in this and shared it with Yu Sheng: Calculate how many points you need to deduct while ensuring that the big question is correct.Divide by the score of the single-choice questions, and then leave those questions blank, the error basically does not exceed five points.

Yu Sheng felt that it made sense, so he took a screenshot and prepared to see if he could think of it and put it into practice.

The phone is on and the screenshot is on the screen.

Instigated by a group of people for a long time, the innocent classmate who wanted to see the secret of the number one scholar passed by Sheng's cell phone next to the table with breathless concentration: "..."

The exam preparation bell rang, Yu Sheng took his schoolbag to put things away, and Jin Linkun's message popped up on the lock screen again.

Homesick and children: The photos are very beautiful.

Homesick and children: It would be even better if there were people on it.

Yu Sheng couldn't help but raised the corner of his mouth, turned off his cell phone, and put them together in his schoolbag.

The two-day final exam has harvested the hair of many young people.

After the last English test, the usually bustling campus is almost clean, giving the impression of a holiday.

Inside Class Seven, Duan Lei knocked his head on the table: "Doubt life."

Yao Qiang was dying, leaning on the wall to move to his classroom: "Before I entered the examination room, I thought I was the king of this world."

"Rang Rang, brother." Their sports committee also supported the wall, but Yao Qiang blocked the door, "Open the test paper, and I know that Jiangshan has changed hands."

The mid-term and the end of the term usually correspond to each other, one is easy, and the other is definitely more difficult.This time the test questions only have about 60.00% of the basics, and the rest are all high-level questions.

The general review of the Third Middle School started late, and the first round of general review was officially over, and the teachers were still laying foundations for this group of people.Even more difficult things have not been taught or practiced, and it is actually normal to not be able to do it now.

Although the scores are unavoidably low, they generally decline, and the ranking may not necessarily be affected.

"Actually, we all understand the truth."

Faced with Lao He's comfort, the class monitor still lay on the table and spoke on behalf of the students: "The main reason is that you don't feel so sad after the exam. If you fail the exam, there is no way to explain it."

If you are alive and kicking after the exam and claim to have done well in the exam, if you perform abnormally and get a low score in the exam, you will lose at least half a semester.

But moving out of the examination room with his life hanging by a thread like this, it can be said that he feels mediocre if he doesn't do well in the exam. "

After taking the exam for nearly 12 years, a group of students have already summed up the most suitable way to survive.

"Okay." Lao He was convinced of the students' way of survival, "I wanted to take you to a snowball fight, so can you still play?"

……

The students whose lives were hanging by a thread jumped off the thread in a second.

The snow was not small in the first place. At first, Duan Lei and the others thought that the snow would melt away after the exam. They were worried all night, but in the end, a snow fell for two days.

No one went to the back playground, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated.

"Biggest snowfall in 50 years."

The grandfather in the reception room looked at the group of young men who were desperately having fun, and offered his tricycle: "There is a dustpan, a basin, and a shovel. Take whatever you use..."

It is said that this grandfather was in the reception room when Lao He was in high school. He was reluctant to part with the school building and the children here, and came back to play after retirement.

The Sports Commission originally brought a group of people, plotting to throw a huge snowball at Lao He, but when he saw the battle in front of him, he was so frightened that he couldn't stand still: "Is it so serious, why is there a shovel?"

Lao He was still kind, pushing his tricycle and smilingly patting him: "You will know in a while."

After a while, the body committee who had lobbied in the class couldn't help himself, was overturned and pressed in the snow, and a group of people buried him firmly with snow.

"Why?" The sports committee couldn't figure it out, "Aren't we allies of the 'this time we must let Lao He see how powerful we are' alliance?"

"Yes, but it didn't work."

The academic committee pressed his shoulder: "Do you know the necessity of encircling the city from the countryside and seizing power by force? Besides our unique national conditions and class foundation, what else is the point?"

"..." The sports committee now has a headache when it hears this: "What?"

Yang Fan helped him hug his waist, held his glasses, and secretly pointed to Lao He's shovel: "Armed."

In things like snowball fights, Lao He, who has a pot and a shovel, is still the undisputed king of Class Seven.

The snowball fight started off a little tricky, but after the sports committee was buried with only one head left, a group of people lost their target and turned into a scuffle.

The Sports Commissioner jumped up to take revenge, a group of classmates who had been rebelled by old He Ce ran in all directions, and snowballs kept flying out from random directions.

In such an atmosphere where it is unclear who succeeded, even Yu Sheng was thrown all over by the trembling snowball.

"not me!"

The squad leader, who was still laughing arrogantly a second ago, happened to be standing behind Yu Sheng, and stood up straight: "I depended on you, stand up quickly! One person does things and one person is responsible!"

Yu Sheng felt that it didn't matter who it was, and the snowballs in his hand flew out several times with precision.

……

Lao He took care of himself alone, smiled and patted the snow on his hands, and returned to the sidelines to slowly build a snowman.

A group of students quarreled for a long time, and finally lay down on the snow to breathe.

"It's so cool."

The sports committee didn't bother to pat the snow on his head, spread out and lay down on the snow, grabbed a handful and threw it into the sky: "I don't know if I can still play like this after graduation."

The school committee was a little weak, so he collapsed beside him and patted his arm: "That's up to you, if you are willing to be buried again, we are always on call."

The sports committee turned around and successfully squeezed out the last bit of physical strength of the school committee.

Everyone laughed and booed, and the snow field that had just been quiet became lively again in a blink of an eye.

Lao He's snowman was piled up for the first time, and the students who had no strength to make a fuss were quickly distracted, and they came to help together, brainstorming and putting things on the snowman.

"Twigs are inserted here, a row of teeth is inlaid with stones, and the plastic pipes over there are used for the arms."

Their squad leader took the lead in directing: "Where is the pot? Take it here, you can put it on your head and use it as a punk-style hat."

The life committee member nodded, and handed over the rusty iron basin: "It's a pity that the art students in our class haven't come back from training, otherwise they must have more artistic atmosphere."

Girls who had hairpins in their pockets contributed, adding things wherever they could, and finally only two eyes were left unoccupied.

Yu Sheng rummaged through his schoolbag, found two chocolate candies that he didn't have time to eat, and pressed them on.

The squad leader admired it carefully for a long time: "Perfect."

Lao He was very happy and planned to build a snowman to show off to his old classmates.Looking at the shape modified by this group of students now, he firmly refuses to admit it, and waved to the director of the education department who was watching the excitement: "No, no, it was created by the children themselves..."

The director of the education department thought it looked pretty good, and added a pair of sunglasses to the students' perfect works, and put them on the snowman's head with the iron basin on it.

The end of the final exam means that the semester has come to an end, and the teachers who have temporarily ended their professional status seem to be different from usual.

"Are you going to talk about the paper tomorrow?"

Having had enough fun, the class leader finally got down to business, and squatted next to the snowman to plant protective branches: "The school said that we can borrow our classroom for two days, but after all it is a holiday, and the heating may not be as good as before. Or we can just change places, such as Gulu Gulu healthy self-service barbecue, we can learn while grilling..."

"Reject." Yao Qiang raised his hand in protest, "If I encounter a question that I answered wrongly, the barbecue is like roasting my heart."

The Sports Committee also refused: "If I make a lot of mistakes, I may not be able to resist baking the papers together."

The life committee member thought it made sense and nodded: "Then why not go to KTV and sing to celebrate if you do well in the exam. If you fail in the exam, you can also sing a heartbreaking love song."

The school committee thought about the scene and felt terrible: "Brother Sheng told us what blocked the low-altitude westerly wind in our country, and the next door sang 'That's the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau'?"

……

They held their own opinions and discussed for a long time, but there was no result.

Lao He was very interested in hearing this, and ended his brief silent mourning for the simple snowman he passed away: "How about we go to climb Mount Tai? Sitting on the top of Mount Tai, looking at all the small mountains, the topic of the lecture must be very impressive..."

The class monitor shook his head and made a final decision without hesitation: "No, teacher, we choose a warm and happy classroom."

The warm and happy classroom has no heating.

No. [-] Middle School follows the unified heating system of the education system, and it is already the limit at this time. The teachers are willing to contribute the little sun in the staff dormitory, but there is no condition for plugging in electricity in the classroom.

"Anyway, it's better than Taishan."

The students in Class [-] were very contented and comforted each other: "Remember to bring something warm tomorrow..."

Afraid that Lao He would mention anything about climbing Mount Tai again, a group of people supported each other, packed up the borrowed tools, loaded them into the car, and quickly left the scene.

Yu Sheng didn't leave in a hurry, and straightened the snowman's two eyes relative to each other.

Just as I was about to go home, I remembered someone's request to "take pictures of people", so I turned out my phone again, took a few pictures for him and sent them over.

……

Jin Linkun was having a heart-to-heart conversation with Mr. Jin and Ms. Li.

In previous years, the family would not go back until fifteen years later, but this year he wanted to go back early alone, and there must be a suitable reason.

In fact, the reason "I want to go back and send a box of homemade snacks" is very sufficient and powerful, and it can almost guarantee that he will be packed and thrown to the airport by his parents within 10 minutes.

But Jin Linkun felt that it was almost time to say something now.

It is rare for Mr. Jin to see his son sitting in such a precarious posture. He pushed his glasses and looked at his extremely serious son: "Have you got a date?"

Jin Linkun nodded, shook the phone, his expression was gentle, and he couldn't hide his pride: "I like it very much."

"..."

When the parents felt that this kind of thing should be more cooperative, they looked at each other and did not remind their son about the WeChat name: "Who is it, what does it look like?"

Yu Sheng usually doesn't like to take photos. Apart from those old photos in Jin Linkun's hand, the only group photo in Jin Linkun's hand is when he brought his drunken children home.

While flipping through the photo album, news of their children suddenly popped up.

Yu Sheng: Photos.

Yu Sheng: Leading people.

Yu Sheng: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]

Jin Linkun's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help the curve of his lips any longer. He opened the message and passed it openly: "Look, it's him."

Mr. Jin and Ms. Li held their mobile phones and were silent for a while with strange expressions.

Feeling vaguely that his parents' expressions were not quite right, Jin Linkun frowned: "Dad—Mom?"

In his mind, the idea of ​​whether to use snacks to discuss the tripartite agreement has quickly turned. Mr. Jin pushed down his glasses and handed the phone back to him: "You have grown up, and we respect all your choices."

"but."

Ms. Li clicked on the snowman photo with steampunk scrap iron sunglasses and added: "Can you find a better looking one?"