Don't Talk To Me!

Ever since the two of them got together, Yu Sheng found that his soft-heartedness became more and more inexplicable.

Even though he clearly knew that this person started to talk nonsense again, Yu Sheng's footsteps still paused involuntarily, he couldn't leave him behind, and immediately stepped out.

Jin Linkun was still at a loss. It was said that the boyfriend who was about to sing alone had turned around, dragged him over, and stuffed something into his hand.

Jin Linkun looked down and saw that it was a pen.

The traditional Parker card, the marble blue arrow, weighs heavily in the hand, and it gets a little warm from being held.

"Take your word." The boyfriend's tone was still aggressive, but his ears were a little red for some reason, "Your teacher sent a text message, saying that you couldn't help but write consecutively."

Jin Linkun was slightly hoarse, and coughed lightly: "It's not that I can't help it, it's because our teacher insisted that I publish a blackboard newspaper, and asked me to write a message for the students in the third year of high school..."

Thinking that Yu Sheng might see it when he came to their class, he seriously wrote a blackboard of crazy words.

As a result, no one was known.

The teacher in his class felt that he couldn't hold back his pen. The classmates in his class agreed that it was probably some kind of mysterious abstract art work, and some people speculated that it was a secret signal for the communication between the God of Learning and the Palace of Knowledge.

The idea of ​​the secret code has spread very widely. Recently, more and more people have come to pay respects. Sometimes they can pick up two bottles of Coke and a few bags of crispy noodles below. It is said that they are sacrifices trying to summon knowledge.

Jin Linkun felt that most of them were stupefied after imitating magic.

Although the misunderstanding was quite big, he didn't expect that the kid would actually remember this incident in his heart.

The fountain pen is so beautiful that you know it's in your hand when you hold it.

Thinking of Liang Yifan and the others sharing in the space two days ago, "You should use a pen when you are in love", "I hold a pen as if I am holding you", Jin Linkun looked at Yu Sheng's hand , moved in my heart: "Is it easy to use? You can use it for me for two days..."

"It's easy to use, I've tried it." Yu Sheng nodded, "The ink is good, it doesn't smear or rub, and it's no problem to write the answer sheet."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Boyfriends are too pragmatic and sometimes not suitable for developing a romantic atmosphere.

Yu Sheng didn't realize his romanticism at all, and felt that the birthday present should be enough to appease Jin Linkun, so he pulled him over, raised his arm and rubbed his hair randomly: "Okay, you pack up, I'll go first—" —”

Halfway through the conversation, there was a slight click and unlock at the door.

There was still an hour before the landing time of the plane that Ms. Li sent to her son, and the sound of unlocking at this time seemed particularly strange.

Especially the people outside the door seemed to be very cautious, except for the slow sound of unlocking, they didn't even hear the sound of conversation.

Jin Linkun instinctively opened his arms and surrounded the person behind him: "Did you call someone?"

"No." Yu Sheng knew that Jin Linkun's parents were coming back, so he didn't let a group of people over to mess around, "Thief?"

Jin Linkun also thought it was possible, so he quickly turned off the lights, and circled him behind: "Then don't stand forward, if you break it, you'll have to pay for the medical expenses when you turn around."

……

Yu Sheng felt that there seemed to be something wrong with his way of thinking.

When he was about to open his mouth, there was the last click of the lock cylinder being unscrewed, and the door had been pushed open.

Two figures came in from outside the door lightly.

Jin Linkun had just turned off the light in the living room, it was pitch black and he couldn't see clearly, but he vaguely saw a huge suitcase and two travel bags.

The two usually live at Yu Sheng's house, and Jin's father and Jin's mother travel all year round. No one from the Jin family comes back all year round. Maybe there are some thieves who took the opportunity to steal things.

Yu Sheng's wrist was held by him, so he had to squat behind the sofa together, trying to stand up to have a look, but was dragged back by Jin Linkun.

Both of them were nervous, and Jin Linkun held his hand and wrote in his palm.

-careful.

- Don't be impulsive, maybe you will bring a guy.

The guy's family name was only half written, and the two figures had already entered the door.

"Do we have to enter the door like this?"

The lowered subwoofer is relatively more mature, and the sound quality is exactly the same as that of Jin Linkun: "What if my son sneaks someone home?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

Yu Sheng: "..."

"Don't make a sound."

Ms. Li leaned against the wall and scolded her husband in a low voice: "This is called a birthday surprise. If you don't enter the door like this, what's the point of my specially changed flight time?"

Jin Linkun pulled the person he brought back to squat behind the sofa, and pressed his forehead, feeling a little headache.

He really thought about taking Yu Sheng to see his parents, but it was definitely not in this state.

His parents changed the flight schedule and went home in the dark to scare him. He pulled his boyfriend to squat behind the sofa to evaluate his combat effectiveness compared with the suspected thief.

The kid squatted beside him and didn't move or speak. Jin Linkun was a little worried about his mental state, so he raised his hand and shook it in front of Yu Sheng's eyes.

Yu Sheng looked quite calm, after shaking for a while, he lowered his head, grabbed his hand and started writing.

Jin Linkun watched him write "your home" and quickly wrote "window" one stroke at a time, and quickly grabbed the hand in his hand: "No, friend, this is the fifteenth floor... "

……

The overhead light was turned on, and facing the son squatting behind the sofa and the boy the son had secretly brought back, the two fathers and mothers of Jin who sneaked into their home an hour earlier became dignified at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Is that Yu Sheng?"

Ms. Li let go of her sleek hairstyle, smiled and nodded towards Yu Sheng: "Good boy, get up quickly."

As soon as she got off the plane, she rushed back to frighten her son. Ms. Li was still dressed in an elegant lady's suit, and her hairstyle became gentle and homely in an instant. I was in a hurry, and I didn't have time to clean up..."

Father Jin: "..."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Ms. Li remained dignified, glanced at her son without any trace, and sealed the mouths of the two male members of the family, one big and one small, majestically.

Yu Sheng supported the sofa and stood up, subconsciously straightened his clothes.

He didn't really notice how Mr. Jin and Ms. Li entered the door just now.

After realizing that the ones who came in were not thieves but Jin Linkun's father and mother, his mind was a little bit blank, and the rest of his thoughts couldn't be connected.

Standing by the side, Jin Linkun watched helplessly as the child reddened from the top of his head all the way into his collar quickly and quickly: "Hello, auntie, uncle."

"you're good too."

Ms. Li looked very gentle, and greeted him with a smile: "Sit down quickly, are you here to celebrate your friend's birthday? You are really sensible."

"Mom." Jin Linkun finally found an opportunity, interjected, and blocked Yu Sheng who was about to be familiar, "Maybe you don't have a deep impression of my dad, but you were born in the early morning 6938 days ago. me."

"..."

Ms. Li paused: "Your birthday is the day after tomorrow?"

Jin Linkun looked at his parents' schedule at that time, and knew that things would not be as warm as Yu Sheng's guess of "accompany him to cross zero", so he nodded.

"Strictly speaking, it's tomorrow. It's already past twelve o'clock."

Jin's father leaned over behind him, and added to his wife who said she had booked a plane ticket: "December [-]th is the anniversary of the discovery of the disappearance of neutrinos in nuclear reactors..."

Standing behind Jin Linkun, Yu Sheng looked at the family of three in front of him, his heartbeat still not slowing down.

While talking to his parents, Jin Linkun reached out with a hand from behind, groped twice, grabbed his hand and shook it.

The hands clasped in the palms were cold.

Jin Linkun held him and didn't let go, and took him behind him, still calmly talking to his parents: "It's okay, it doesn't matter when the gift arrives. I'm still looking forward to your birthday present from my father... ..."

Ms. Li couldn't understand it: "We all came back to celebrate your birthday, isn't it your birthday present?"

The affection of the family is gone.

Yu Sheng slowed down for a while, and after listening to Jin Linkun's cross talk with his parents, he felt that his thoughts finally became clearer.

Jin's father and Jin's mother knew his son better than he imagined. Even though he had deliberately moved closer to Jin Linkun's level, he still recognized the plate of tomatoes mixed with sugar made by his own son at a glance.

No one touched the pitiful plate of tomatoes with their chopsticks, and walked around the table, eating vegetables and drinking soup.

Yu Sheng couldn't sit still, and wanted to help reheat the soup, but Ms. Li smiled and led her to sit down: "Let him do it, Xiao Sheng, talk to Auntie for a while."

Jin Linkun was sent to hot soup, and Jin's father and Jin mother chatted with him for a while while putting vegetables in his bowl.

Contrary to Yu Sheng's imagination, Mr. Jin and Ms. Li were not as wild and unconstrained as when they met, and the questions they asked were the most common and trivial concerns.

How old is it, whether it is hard to study hard or not, whether it is a lot of pressure in the third year of high school, what school and major do you want to go to in the future.

What do you like to eat, what do you like to play.

What are your hobbies?

Yu Sheng had never answered these questions before. He answered them meticulously, and his ears were so red that they were almost hot: "I'm eighteen. It's not hard to study. It's quite interesting."

"Anything, potato chips... tomato chips are delicious."

"The school hasn't figured it out yet, so I'll make a final decision."

"Usually—to brush the questions, yes, let's go together."

"Now we all still have weaknesses to make up for, so we need to learn to be more relaxed as a partner."

Regarding the school, he already had some plans in his mind, but Jin Linkun hadn't made a final decision, so he didn't make a clear decision.

Anyway, which school the two of them want to go to is actually not too difficult.

"That's great." Ms. Li nodded with a smile, "You can combine work and rest, and you can't just study. Do you have any friends who play well?"

When Jin Linkun came back from making hot soup, he saw the child's shoulders stretched unconsciously, his chest softened silently, and he put the soup in his hand on the table: "Mom, we had a good time."

Ms. Li has never seen such an obedient and soft child, and seeing her own son dislike him: "Sitting next to me, what's the matter with you?"

……

Ms. Li's prestige at home was absolute. Jin Linkun failed to rescue his good friend, so he briefly talked with Mr. Jin about science and politics, and filled the family with soup by the way.

We ate and chatted, and ate a meal for an hour.

Jin's father and Jin's mother rushed all the way home, and they were already a little tired at this time.Yu Sheng checked the time and was about to get up to pack his things, but Ms. Li supported her shoulders and pressed her back on the sofa: "No hurry, just sit down for a while."

Not in a hurry, the main reason is that Jin Linkun has already started to take the initiative to pack his things.

It's not that Jin Linkun doesn't have a heart for housework. In fact, he likes housework very much, but people probably always open a door and close a window. His talent in this aspect is probably completely inversely proportional to his IQ.

Yu Sheng was a little worried that there would be no leftovers or plates in their house tomorrow, so he couldn't help but look back.

Mr. Jin was very appreciative, and sat down calmly amidst the sound of the plate shattering: "It doesn't matter, success is achieved through repeated failures."

Yu Sheng raised his head and heard a second crisp sound.

Mr. Jin probably felt that his son was one step closer to success, so he nodded in relief.Turning around and pulling through the suitcase, he conjured up a set of Chopin's original hardcover score signed by the master, and asked him to hand it over to Jin Linkun.

"I heard we were passing through Poland, and he asked for it by name."

Mr. Jin smiled, and tried to raise his hand to touch the boy's head: "You two play together?"

Yu Sheng didn't expect his parents to know this, and the temperature finally dropped and rose again: "Sometimes together...he plays very well."

"Jin Linkun also learned piano when he was young."

Mr. Jin has a good memory, and recalls the past with nostalgia: "One day he suddenly came back and wiped tears with us, saying that this is not big enough or handsome enough to chase after other children who play the piano together, and he needs to learn to be cool."

Yu Sheng: "..."

It has to be said that the Jin family sometimes have ingenious thinking and come down in one continuous line.

As an air-sounding keyboard instrument driven by compressed air, the organ is indeed larger than the piano, and it pulls too much wind.

Even pulling is the wind.

Mr. Jin is an open-minded father. He fulfilled his son's wish at that time, took Jin Linkun out of the piano class, and sent him to the church to learn the organ.

Seeing the corners of the mouth of the boy brought back by her son curled up, Ms. Li felt that she could not just let her husband tell stories in front of the children, but she could also tell them. They sat down on the sofa together: "Jin Linkun was very afraid of the dark when he was a child, so he didn't dare to sleep by himself."

"We took him to see a doctor. It is said that he can make up more than 50 kinds of scary monsters and ghosts in his brain, and he can describe each of them."

When Ms. Li talked about the past, she was a little proud: "The doctor didn't sleep well for several days later, and he refused to show him anything."

……

Jin's father and Jin's mother chatted with Yu Sheng for a while, you and I talked about the dark history of his son's past for a long time.When he was about to go to rest, Jin Linkun finally managed to salvage a few dishes, washed them, put them on the shelf to drain, wiped his hands and went back to the living room.

"Is the room ready?"

Ms. Li is very satisfied with her son's rapid progress in housework skills: "It's Yu Sheng's first time here, so change your pillow and bedding, and you use the one in the closet."

It never occurred to the two of them to sleep in separate rooms. Jin Linkun subconsciously wanted to answer, but Yu Sheng elbowed him against his ribs.

"..." Jin Linkun opened his mouth: "right away."

"Cleaning up the guest room is too troublesome."

Mr. Jin understands the characters of the boys better, and has his own opinion on the matter of staying with the children: "It's better to let Xiaosheng live in his room and let him make do with the night in the living room."

Yu Sheng couldn't help but look back at Jin Linkun: "..."

My parents worked hard to persevere with the strict father and loving mother all night, and finally found a little familiar atmosphere. Jin Linkun even felt a little moved after a long absence, and pulled Yu Sheng's cuffs: "It's okay, our sofa is quite spacious."

The sofa in their living room is specially used to sleep the two men of the Jin family.Mr. Jin fully considered this point when he bought it, and bought the sofa as a foldable style, which can be rolled out into a bed, which is quite comfortable to lie on.

Especially if you sleep on the sofa, it is actually easier to drop by than sleeping in a bedroom and a guest room.

As long as you go to the bathroom and accidentally go to the wrong door, it can be realized.

Jin Linkun was obviously more interested in sleeping on the sofa than the two of them sleeping in separate rooms. He took the box of Chopin's original score as a gift and went back to the room contentedly.

Time passed quickly, and it was almost early morning after dinner, and the sky outside began to look a little brighter.

Jin's father and Jin's mother tossed the plane all night, went back to the room first, washed up and got ready to rest.

Yu Sheng was also urged by Jin Linkun to wash up, changed his clothes and came out of the bathroom, only to find that Jin's father was still guarding the door.

"Do you—want to use it?"

Yu Sheng was still not used to getting along with Jin's parents, so he stood up straight instinctively, and made way for him: "The faucet leaked a little bit, I tried to fix it, and it's better than before. Maybe I need some tools. I'll—"

Father Jin smiled at him, beckoned him to come over: "No need, Xiao Sheng, come here."

Yu Sheng hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

Father Jin acted lightly, and conjured up a box of Lego for him from the suitcase: "Take it back, and hide it carefully."

Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether he should reach out to pick it up.

Father Jin looked up to see that neither his son nor his wife had come out, and beckoned to him again, and hid the box of Lego in Yu Sheng's arms.

In fact, Jin Linkun didn't specifically mention Sheng to them.

Nowadays, most children have a need for privacy and will block their parents' circle of friends. Jin Linkun is also a teenager who has just reached puberty, and of course, like most teenagers, he is not given permission to enter the circle of friends.

But their son is not the same as others.

Although their son blocked them, he changed his WeChat name every day.

I have to click on the circle of friends, and the change of WeChat name is easy to see at a glance.

It doesn't matter whether you want to pay attention or not.

Jin's father has witnessed a series of evolution history of his son's WeChat name after there was a mountain in the past, and he even knows a little more about his son as a friend than ordinary people.

Although he didn't know much about the children's world, he always wanted to bring back some gifts for the boy who made their son willing to stand up again after the accident a year ago.

"Jin Linkun can't spell this well. Ever since he assembled the train into a skyscraper when he was a child, we couldn't help laughing again, he refused to ask for this."

Mr. Jin has read several books on pedagogy, and he pays attention to the cultivation of his son's self-esteem. He deliberately lowered his voice a lot, and then the kid who brought him back with him continued to expose his son's background: "Take it back to the room, secretly fight, fight hard. Alright, let's stimulate him again..."

Jin Linkun flipped through the music book in the bedroom for a while, and was about to go out to see if Yu Sheng used any toiletries, and leave a way for himself to find the door by the way.

Opening the door lightly, a muffled voice came from the living room.

Jin Linkun paused, pushed the door open slightly, and looked at the sofa in the living room.

Mr. Jin spoke in a low voice, lifted his glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses were bent, and he raised his hand to rub the hair of their child.

Then he fumbled in his pocket for a while, found a candy, and stuffed it quietly into Yu Sheng's palm.