Don't Talk To Me!

The daily rental apartment is on the top floor of the community, a duplex apartment, the lower floor is a living and rest area, and the upper floor has a chess and card and game room.

There are not many people in the seven groups who can play mahjong, and those who can play mahjong can be divided into three or four rules according to different regions.It was not easy to get four people together to play a teaching game, surrounded by a group of academic masters who are interested in learning mahjong, with notes in hand, and asked questions in a hurry.

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

There were too many people asking, and Ding Zhengjiao was a bit unable to answer: "This one is not called a bird, but a rooster, a chicken that is independent of the golden rooster, yao—it was the Yao of Liuyao after Nishang first."

With the cards in his hand, he glanced in the direction of the VR game: "Where's Brother Sheng?"

Liang Yifan held an apple in his mouth: "Downstairs, Brother Sheng is cooking, and God Kun is trying to help him cook."

This kind of daily rental house has all the ingredients, grain and oil, and you have to buy vegetables and meat yourself.The seventh group also stopped by the market on the way, which made Yu Sheng fully realize that Jin Linkun's living standard is not an exception.

Even Wan Yongming, who is used to eating in the cafeteria, studied the difference between shallots and garlic sprouts in the market.Yu Sheng decided to take back control of the kitchen in time for his own stomach.

The students in the seven groups all had the courage to challenge and tried to get into the kitchen enthusiastically. Only Kunshen successfully broke through and was dragged in by Yu Sheng.

Now that the fighting situation inside is still unclear, Cen Rui bravely went down to investigate and came back to report that it smelled very good.

"Brother Sheng won't stew God Kun?"

Xia Junhua wrote it down in his notebook while symbolically caring: "I feel that Brother Sheng has a murderous look when he picks up Kunshen."

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

Considering that brother Sheng beat someone again today, Ding Zhengjiao also felt that he should ask more questions, and stood up from the crowd with his cards in hand: "Should we go down and have a look?"

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

Liang Yifan was already accustomed to this murderous aura, and he could basically predict what would happen next: "Don't be nervous. God Kun will tell Brother Sheng that his stomach hurts from hunger, and Brother Sheng won't believe it, but he still can't help finding something for him to eat, and then God Kun tricked him into opening his mouth, and took the opportunity to let Brother Sheng eat something..."

……

In the kitchen, Yu Sheng swallowed hard his mouthful of marinated eggs, and raised his head: "Aren't you hungry?"

Jin Linkun rolled his eyes in a good temper, poured him a glass of milk, and ate the remaining half of the egg yolk: "Also, let's eat together."

Yu Sheng didn't bother to pay attention to him, but he was so choked that he still took the milk for a while, and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

"At that time... it wasn't because I was happy that there was a week left in the summer camp."

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

He raised his head, his voice paused, and he couldn't make another sound for a long time.

Yu Sheng doesn't drink milk very often, he always finds this kind of thing a bit greasy, and he doesn't know much about the whole process of drinking milk.

The circle of milk stains was still on his lips, making him look very small.

……

Very cute.

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

Holding the knife, Yu Sheng waited for a while between cutting vegetables, but didn't hear him continue, so he raised his head: "What do you want?"

"...It's not important." Before Jin Linkun had time to straighten out his current mood, he replied softly, and raised the hand hanging by his side.

I don't know if it was because the kitchen was hotter than outside, but his palms were inexplicably sweaty, and he instinctively squeezed them lightly.

Before he could quite relate to this man's topsy-turvy logic, Yu Sheng wanted to ask again, but a hand was already on his lips.

Soon, it felt slightly warm to the touch, and it was immediately withdrawn as soon as it touched the lips.

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

He stopped after speaking half a sentence, looked at Yu Sheng who was still motionless, leaned over hesitantly, and shook his palm in front of his eyes: "Yu Sheng?"

Yu Sheng slapped his hand away: "What are you doing?"

Didn't scare anyone.

Jin Linkun breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the corners of his mouth, and shook his head: "It's okay."

Yu Sheng frowned, didn't speak, and turned back to chop vegetables.

Seeing that the knife in his hand was cutting into his hand, Jin Linkun was startled, and hurried over to stop him in time before there was bloodshed, and raised his hand to touch his forehead: "What's wrong?"

Yu Sheng didn't know what was wrong.

……

Maybe it's just a sudden feeling that something is not right.

It's not that they didn't normally have friendships where they fought, drank and played games together. To say that they didn't even realize that this kind of action was wrong would be a bit pretentious.

But what it was, he didn't know.

I don't know where this strangeness came from.

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

It was mixed with the messy emotions that came out because I vaguely heard that the summer camp was coming to an end, and piled up in my chest, making me inexplicably restless.

Jin Linkun was still circling around him worriedly, Yu Sheng got annoyed for a while, and slipped the knife into his hand: "Cut it, I'll rest for a while."

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

"trust yourself."

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

……

Jin Linkun felt that his roommate might still be angry.

Because of this small episode, until the seven groups sat down to eat together, both of them were not in the right state.

"There are still French fries to eat, so happy to be with Brother Sheng..."

Cen Rui had a big heart, didn't notice anything wrong, and excitedly grabbed French fries: "I like this kind of thick potato! It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and it's very refreshing to eat!"

"And it's very caring, with different thicknesses."

Xia Junhua made a reasonable analysis: "Look, the difference between the two French fries is at least half a centimeter - I think this is an ingenious design, through the difference in surface area and shape, the speed of heat conduction is changed to produce more abundant Taste……"

……

It was not easy to feed a group of ten or so people. Yu Sheng cooked a table of dishes, stewed a big pot of rice, and asked a few boys to run out to buy steamed buns, and finally fed the entire group.

A group of schoolmasters were starving, and it was rare to eat this kind of home-cooked food. After less than 5 minutes of restraint and humility, they couldn't help but quickly picked up the food in their own bowls.

"Come here, there are also salt and pepper sauce and tomato sauce, dipped in French fries, everyone chooses—"

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

Everyone quickly turned their eyes away and chatted, but no one answered his words.

Kong Jiahe, who couldn't help but eat the last French fries, felt a little guilty, stood up and wanted to talk, but Xia Junhua held him back and sat back down.

"It's okay." Cen Rui just drank half a glass of Coke, burped in satisfaction, and slumped on the chair to recollect, "We can continue to eat this, let them meet with French fries in our stomach..."

A group of people ate happily. Liang Yifan held the steamed buns and looked back and forth for a long time, but couldn't help but resume his role positioning, and moved to Jin Linkun's side: "God Kun, what's the matter...you two had a fight?"

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

The mode of getting along with other people is just the opposite. Yu Sheng can usually move without talking, and can use a sentence without wasting a word. On the contrary, Jin Linkun is the one who talks more and has a good temper.

He alone has seen it several times. When Brother Sheng was bored, God Kun took the initiative to stretch out his hand and let Brother Sheng scribble on his hand.

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 people on the road, and felt that it should never be such a superficial reason, so his brain kept popping up: "You two have a conflict? You eat sweets, brother Sheng eat salty What? You want to put sugar in the tofu brain? Brother Sheng wants to wrap meat in the rice dumpling?"

"..."

Jin Linkun was a little moved because he took the initiative to help, but the more he heard it, the more outrageous he was, and he raised his hand to push him away: "It's not the same thing."

Liang Yifan still wanted to continue guessing, but he moved him to the table, still at a loss, so he watched Yu Sheng who was going to serve soup and sat down.

"Take a break and eat first."

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

"How to eat." Yu Sheng looked at the bowl of overly rich dishes, "Are you a mouse?"

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows and pointed to the soup basin that had already bottomed out in a blink of an eye.

Yu Sheng: "..."

The top students in the seventh group have completely released their instincts.

Cen Rui held up the soup bowl to prevent anyone from touching it, obviously too full to eat, but stubbornly hid in the corner: "I'll keep it! Continue to eat when you're hungry!"

"You've eaten so much, you'll be hungry again tomorrow!"

Holding up his chopsticks, Xia Junhua chased and blocked him: "Hand over the last meatball, or I'll unplug your laptop tonight!"

Liang Zi became more and more knotted in a blink of an eye, Cen Rui immediately put down the soup bowl, and continued chasing on the road at odds with him.

Dong Jue went over quietly, and quickly took out the last chicken ball from the bowl.

……

As the only existence that has not been robbed, Lao Wan, holding the only remaining job, couldn't help feeling: "It's nice to be young, so energetic..."

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

He doesn't like to cook, because no one eats it when it's ready. It's rare that there are more people eating this time, and the atmosphere seems to be rushing in another unpredictable and uncontrollable direction.

……

When he came back to his senses, Jin Linkun was still trying to pile things into his bowl.

Pine nuts and corn are not easy to pick up, and this person doesn't know how to use a spoon, so he tries to pick up pine nuts one by one with chopsticks.

On a plate of corn with pine nuts, he basically picked out all the pine nuts, and it seemed that he was trying to make a pattern on the paper plate he bought temporarily.

Yu Sheng couldn't help frowning, and was researching whether he wanted to place a pine tree or a pangolin, when the hand that was placed under the table was suddenly gently grasped.

The force is very soft, loosely held together, as if they can be broken apart with a little effort.

Yu Sheng's arms tensed, but he didn't speak, and met Jin Linkun's quiet gaze.

He just washed his hands, didn't wipe them well, they were a little cold, and they were a little wet.

The palm felt dry and warm, Yu Sheng curled his fingers, and was about to clenched, when he was completely wrapped in his palm.

Jin Linkun looked at him, leaned his shoulders slightly, and his voice was a little soft, which was not obvious at the chaotic dinner table: "I can't hold back...don't be angry."

Yu Sheng couldn't help but frowned.

He wasn't angry, he just didn't know what he was thinking.

He doesn't want to talk much, but he doesn't seem to want to hit people that much.

This person usually likes to touch hands and feet, it's extremely annoying, but today... it's different.

I don't know who the problem is, but it seems that something is different from before.

"I know." Yu Sheng flexed his knuckles and couldn't help explaining, "I'm not angry."

His thoughts were very scattered, everything was in a mess, and the first thing that popped up was why this man's hands were so warm.

Jin Linkun looked at it with his head: "Aren't you angry?"

Yu Sheng moved his chopsticks, picked up a pine nut and put it in his mouth: "No."

Jin Linkun: "Then just smile."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun: "..."

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

Jin Linkun regretted it as soon as he opened his mouth, and quickly raised his hand, ready to do a good deed every day. He held down the table for the seven groups of students and kept the table. Basically, there were only leftovers on the bottom of the plate, but when he turned around, he found that Yu Sheng hadn't moved yet.

The young man's brows were slightly furrowed, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and he was holding the wooden chopsticks in one hand, exerting strength unconsciously.

He lowered his eyes, as if he was bothered about something, but he didn't break away from the hand he was holding.

Jin Linkun's heartbeat was inexplicably fast and unsteady.

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

He moved his hand and slowly added a little more strength.

Before either of the two people recovered, the cheers of the crowd rang out first.

Cen Rui threw Xia Junhua away early, took out the SLR camera that he carried all the way, found out the position and angle, set the time and put it on the decorative bookshelf.

He ran back dexterously, still unable to relax his mouth and instructed: "Quick, quick! It's either Bier or eggplant..."

A group of people posed quickly. Ding Zhengjiao put his shoulders on the deputy leader's shoulders in a standard manner. Kong Jiahe was very nervous and tried to straighten his back, acting like he was often picked up by others.

Liang Yifan gave up caring about the two of them a long time ago, and resolutely went back to the front row to grab the camera. Cen Rui found that his meatball was missing, and jumped up with Xia Junhua's shoulders.

A bunch of people were counting down in a mess, and Lao Wan didn't know which one to listen to. He looked back and forth, put down his rice bowl and raised his hand to make a two-for-one, and shouted eggplant with his classmates.

Yu Sheng raised his head, and was meeting Jin Linkun who wanted to look back at himself and take pictures with everyone, but he couldn't hold back, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the smile on his lips from the corner of the eye, Jin Linkun's heart skipped a beat and he looked back.

When the timer ends, the photo freezes in a snap.

The most ordinary and special days of youth are truly recorded in this way.

There is the brightest sunshine and smile, there is still youthful brilliance, and there is a group teacher who works hard to sneak in among everyone.

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

And the back of God Kun's head.