Don't Talk To Me!

After Yu Sheng finished speaking and wanted to leave, he turned around when Jin Linkun grabbed his wrist.

There were people walking around outside the door, and some people were busy packing their things.

On the last day of the summer camp, no one was in the mood to go to bed early, and clear and lively human voices came through the door.

Hearing suddenly became much sharper than usual, the second hand moved forward one frame after another, and the sound of breathing was a bit rapid, mixed with someone's intense heartbeat.

Jin Linkun raised his head and fixedly looked at him.

The child's entire ears were red, the corners of his lips were pursed tightly, and the brows were furrowed vigorously, as if he could beat him up at any time.

But the hand he was holding had no intention of making a move at all.

Without even exerting any strength, the fingers were loosely gathered, and the wrist bones were slightly protruding, sticking to his palm.

Kind of... good.

Jin Linkun pulled him, his Adam's apple rolled slightly: "Yu Sheng."

Yu Sheng pursed his lips: "Are you finished writing now?"

"...I'll write it down."

Turning his gaze back to the white paper on the table, Jin Linkun turned around abruptly, picked up the pen and was about to start, the tip of the pen paused, then bent down to search in the drawer again.

Yu Sheng couldn't help asking him, "What are you looking for?"

"Pencils." Jin Linkun rummaged through the drawers, got up in a hurry, and searched the bookshelves one by one, "Wait a minute, I'll draw a horizontal line and I have to make a draft, just wait a moment... "

It seemed that he had never been so nervous before, and he chanted non-stop unconsciously. After searching around twice, fine sweat covered his forehead.

Yu Sheng looked at him for a while, lowered his eyelashes, and pursed the corners of his mouth helplessly.

Jin Linkun searched for a long time, finally found a broken wooden pencil from a corner, picked up a knife to sharpen it, and just raised his hand, another hand took it.

Yu Sheng didn't speak, just pulled a stool and sat down beside him to sharpen a pencil.

The slender fingers are stable and strong, and the wood flowers bloom on the blade, mixed with a little bit of fine graphite powder, and fall down in clusters.

The young man bent down slightly, the shirt that had not been changed tightened up his sharp and narrow waistline, his eyelashes drooped, and his gaze quietly fell on the pencil.

Jin Linkun called him softly: "Yu Sheng."

His tone was different from usual, Yu Sheng couldn't help frowning slightly, the knife in his hand paused, and continued to sharpen the tip of the pencil: "Why?"

"I--"

Jin Linkun stopped abruptly, and continued after a while: "Can you teach me how to cook?"

Yu Sheng was a little confused: "Why do you want to learn this?"

Jin Linkun smiled lightly, with a rare embarrassment on his face: "My family--my family may have a child."

"Children have a bad stomach, and if they don't eat, they will be hungry and hurt easily, and they don't want to do it."

Listening to his own heartbeat, he continued: "I can sleep with him, study with him, talk to him when he is in a bad mood, help him fight, climb over walls with him, Practicing the piano, you can play with four hands."

"But I can't cook yet."

Jin Linkun lowered his gaze, and lightly clenched his empty right hand: "I think, if he wants to sleep late one day... I have to kiss him, tuck him back into the quilt and go back to sleep, and get up and make something delicious for him to eat." .”

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent again.

This time even the sound of breathing stopped, only the pounding heartbeats scrambling to overlap each other, like thunder.

Jin Linkun was a little nervous, and instinctively chattered: "I can't cut the shredded potatoes well, I'm afraid I can't do it well, so he can't help but beat me—"

"Okay." Yu Sheng interrupted him, "If you stop at the sentence just now, it's actually quite touching."

"……yes?"

Jin Linkun was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but blame himself: "I should still make a draft..."

Yu Sheng couldn't help but twitched the corner of his lower lip, then tensed up immediately, and threw the sharpened pencil back to him: "Okay, let's hit."

The pencil has been sharpened for a long time, and it is half shorter than before, and it can be completely covered with one hand.

Jin Linkun actually turned around, holding the tip of the small pencil in an awkward posture, ready to make a rough draft.

Standing behind him, Yu Sheng watched him earnestly make a grid on the paper, and write what he said just stroke by stroke neatly, and suddenly closed his eyes a little hastily.

Jin Linkun had only written the second half of the line, and felt his neck was cold, so he took the towel on the table reflexively: "Is your hair still dry? Come here, I'll wipe it for you—"

His voice paused, and he slowly stood up straight.

……

The young man's shoulders were still tense, and he struggled hard, and it took a lot of effort to rub into his arms.

Jin Linkun hugged him, stroked his back, and lowered his head tentatively: "Yu Sheng."

Yu Sheng closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath and exhaled, and leaned against his shoulder: "How dare you say—"

"I was crying." Jin Linkun said in time, and wrapped him in his arms, "I'm so happy."

Seeing that this person has actually developed the ability to run, jump, and take the initiative to take the blame, Yu Sheng couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, and the sudden intense pain in his chest was calmed down a little bit by the warm embrace.

He leaned on Jin Linkun's chest and shoulders, relaxed little by little, and raised his hand to hold him: "Brother."

The kid suddenly softened, almost making Jin Linkun think that he accidentally brought back that little dinosaur suit.

Jin Linkun slowed down, adjusted his posture slightly, and stroked his hair: "What's wrong?"

"I don't know—" Yu Sheng's voice was very soft, "I don't know what my family should do, I forgot."

Jin Linkun's chest shrank, and he subconsciously tightened his arms: "No, Yu Sheng, listen to me—"

"you teach me."

Yu Sheng didn't listen to what he said, and lowered his gaze, he clenched the little piece of fabric on his cuff, his knuckles were faintly white: "Don't worry, I'll follow."

Jin Linkun's eyes suddenly burned, and he couldn't continue speaking.

He put in more strength, pulled him into his arms, and held Yu Sheng's hand tightly: "I'm not in a hurry, and you don't need to learn this."

Yu Sheng's shoulders trembled slightly, and he raised his head to look at him.

The black and white eyes were extremely clean, Jin Linkun bent his index finger, and lightly touched his thick eyelashes.

"I'm here."

Jin Linkun smiled at him, and rubbed the kid who didn't know how to blink when his eyelashes were touched: "You have learned it, and I can't fool you."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Two minutes later, Jin Linkun, who was forced to write another check, reflected and admitted that he had been deceived somewhere, faced the two blank sheets of paper and tried to explain: "My friend, I just want to make you laugh."

Yu Sheng was in a good mood, sitting at the table with his arms pillowed on his head, watching him write with his mouth upturned: "I laughed, you write yours."

"..."

Jin Linkun resignedly grabbed another piece of paper, and continued to compare with the ruler, drawing horizontal lines one by one.

His kids have such a nice smile.

Realizing the new prefix he had added, Jin Linkun's heart beat faster than expected, he elbowed him, and called him softly: "Yu Sheng."

Yu Sheng was peeling sugar, and looked up following the sound.

Jin Linkun held the pen in his right hand, and reached out with his left hand.

It was rare for Yu Sheng to want to eat a piece of candy. Seeing him so self-conscious, he hesitated for a while, and put the piece of candy in the palm he stretched out.

"..." Jin Linkun picked up the candy and handed it to his lips: "I don't want this."

Yu Sheng took the piece of candy in his mouth and raised his head: "What do you want?"

His voice was not as cold as usual, and his whole body looked fluffy under the warm yellow light, and the corners of his pale lips brushed against Jin Linkun's fingertips.

Jin Linkun paused unconsciously, withdrew his hand, and smiled: "I want...to hold hands."

Yu Sheng's hand was placed by the table, Jin Linkun took the initiative to go over, picked up that hand, and held it in his palm.

Ten fingers intertwined, the pulp of the fingers sticking to the back of the hand, the palms overlapped and covered with warmth.

It's not uncommon to hold hands. Yu Sheng has long been fooled by him holding the big head son and the little head father so persistently that family members should hold hands normally. He didn't pull it out, but still asked him to hold hands, vaguely: "Is there anything to hold hands with?" of……"

"It's different now."

Jin Linkun held his hand, the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising, and he showed him the hand, "This is my boyfriend's hand."

……

The voice fell, and neither of them spoke again immediately.

Jin Linkun himself was delayed for a moment before returning to his senses. He coughed lightly, adjusted his glasses, and tightly clenched his hands: "Friend, I—"

Yu Sheng interrupted him: "Isn't it your boyfriend?"

Looking at Yu Sheng who was showing a tendency to blush into his collar all the way, Jin Linkun opened his mouth, and the joy that he realized belatedly bubbled up from his chest, and the corners of his lips couldn't stop twitching.

Yu Sheng lowered his head and stared at the interlaced fingers of the two people. His whole body felt so hot that he would not be able to sit still any minute, but for no reason he didn't want to move at all, and just wanted to hold it like this all the time.

He struggled for a while, but finally couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, and pulled Jin Linkun's hand towards him.

Jin Linkun relaxed his strength, and let him pull his hand over. He was still studying what Yu Sheng was going to do, but his new boyfriend had already closed his eyes and lay down on his arm.

After the summer camp was over, Jin Linkun didn't go home immediately, and sent Yu Sheng off first.

When I went there, I didn't plan to stay for a long time, and Yu Sheng didn't bring much luggage.On the other hand, Jin Linkun's two large suitcases of luggage did not take much effort. Together with the heavy books, they finally dragged them upstairs, and both of them were sweating from exhaustion.

Yu Sheng washed his face, threw the suitcase in the living room, and was in no hurry to clean it up. He poured a drink for Jin Linkun who was rooted at the door and happily tried the key: "It's been 5 minutes, and you haven't opened it yet?"

"It's opened." Jin Linkun was immersed in the joy of unlocking the door of Yu Sheng's house with a click, "I'll have a good time."

"..."

Yu Sheng walked over and handed him the drink: "You broke this lock later, I'll change it, and you can find a way to get in."

Jin Linkun paused, put away the keys neatly, drank a drink and sat in the living room with Yu Sheng.

The school is about to start, there is a row of unread messages on the phone, and Duan Lei, who has started school for almost a month in advance, fills the screen with ghosts and wolves, and it seems that his mind will be completely destroyed by learning soon.

"Are you planning to stay here?"

After Yu Sheng replied to the message, he looked up at Jin Linkun who had already finished a glass of drink: "You went to the summer camp for a month, and no one in your family is looking forward to your return?"

"……how to say."

Jin Linkun thought for a while, then put down the empty glass in his hand: "When I came home from an accident last year, my parents opened their arms to me, hugged me and said to me, no matter what time it is, my parents will always believe in you, and will always believe in you. It is your most solid backing."

Although this paragraph sounds very touching, Yu Sheng still felt that there was something in his words: "And then?"

Jin Linkun: "Then I stayed at home for a month. My solid backing helped me pack my luggage and told me where I would like to go for fun, travel or any winter camp training base. Don't bother them at home."

"..."

Yu Sheng couldn't hold back, and coughed several times after being choked by a sip of drink.

Familiar with the characteristics of his parents, Jin Linkun pondered for a while, and added: "This time I went back to live for a few days symbolically, either I was kicked out to live in school, or the two of them went on vacation to travel around the world. There's a third possibility."

Listening to his description, Yu Sheng felt that he should sympathize politely, but for some reason, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop curling up.

Jin Linkun lowered his head and took a look at his expression. His eyes behind the glasses were bent, and he put his arms around his shoulders and lowered his head: "Happy?"

"No." Yu Sheng took his arm and threw it away, "I'm politely expressing sympathy for your situation."

The kid is dealing with him more and more carefully now, and he doesn't even hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Jin Linkun couldn't help laughing, stroked his hair, and went around in front of Yu Sheng: "The luggage is here with you, you can pack it for me as you like."

Yu Sheng felt that he should not help out of courtesy, and before he could speak, Jin Linkun had already raised his hand to wrap the back of his head.

He bent down, bent his eyes, touched the child's forehead, and gently rubbed the slightly stiff short hair twice: "Wait for me for two days, and I will be back soon."

The warm body temperature envelops the whole body, and the low-alcohol voice trembles in the chest cavity, which is unbelievably gentle.

Yu Sheng was unconsciously startled by him for a few seconds.

Seeing that Jin Linkun would continue to dawdle, Yu Sheng pursed the corner of his lower lip, and finally couldn't hold back, and kicked him: "Then go away."

"..."

Jin Linkun, who was kicked neatly and sat on the ground, still hadn't reacted a little bit, raised his head a little confused, and watched Yu Sheng get up without any hesitation, and went to find the schoolbag on the suitcase: "Friend——"

"It's nice to have a family..."

Yu Sheng rummaged through his schoolbag, lowered his head, and interrupted him: "You spend more time with them, explain any conflicts, and don't make trouble."

Yu Sheng doesn't know what a normal family is like, but according to what Jin Linkun said, since he can comfort his son in his arms, there should be no problem with the relationship between the family.

Probably the problem is that this person is just too annoying.

Jin Linkun opened his mouth, wanting to explain to him that "thinking when you're not at home and getting annoyed when you're home" is probably a common situation in most families, but he still didn't say it.

He nodded, and the color of his pupils softened: "OK."

"They—if they don't blow you away."

Yu Sheng continued to enlighten him: "Just stay a few more days, maybe they just say they bother you, but they still hate you."

Jin Linkun felt a slight pain in his chest, and couldn't help interrupting him softly: "Yu Sheng."

He took a few steps forward, wanting to hug his little friend and say a few words, but Yu Sheng had already turned back quickly and stuffed all the candies in his schoolbag into his arms.

Jin Linkun knew that his roommate could never run out of candy, and there were all kinds of flavors and brands, but he never knew that there were so many of them.

I raised my hand subconsciously to catch it, but I still couldn't hold it firmly, slipped from the gap between the arms, and fell to the ground.

Yu Sheng's hands were empty, he took a step back from his side, and clenched his fists slightly.

He didn't know what to say, and he didn't really want to.

It's nothing more than the person who said "I'll come back to see you in two days" and still didn't come after two days.

Then gradually it became two weeks, two months, two years.

In the end, I couldn't find anyone, and the school called me, but I was either perfunctory or hung up.

In fact, looking back, I feel like it’s all over.

Back then, the boy who waited from dawn until dark, clutching the balcony railing tightly and refusing to go back with the nanny, had grown up alone without illness or disaster.

It's not a big deal.

nothing to say.

"I'm very busy. I have a lot of things to do at the start of school. I have to go back to school, go through the formalities for day study, and have to endorse."

Yu Sheng stood for a while, but still didn't say anything. He lowered his head, and his eyes fell on Jin Linkun's arms full of candies.

"You stay at home for a few more days, before the candy is finished...just come."