Don’t Talk To Me!

Jin Linkun found that recently Yu Sheng often forgot to hang up WeChat voice.

Sometimes when he got up in the middle of the night to drink water, he would find that his mobile phone was still connected, and he stubbornly flashed a small red light with the last bit of electricity.

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

Jin Linkun thinks this habit is very good.

When chatting the next day, Jin Linkun pretended to remind his boyfriend by accident, remembering to bring a charging treasure.

Yu Sheng didn't quite understand how he suddenly came out with such a sentence: What are you doing with the charging treasure for the exam today?

Jin Linkun said that it would not be enough at night. After listening to his exam, he realized that he had reached the final exam of the third middle school.

The pressure to enter college is high, and the high school holidays in the province are generally terribly short. It is not the same as the provincial demonstration arrangement. The courses of the third middle school are held until the final exams on the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month and the two-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Students go home for a year, and they have to go back to school in a week.

Think of homesick children: It’s okay, what requirements do teachers have this time?

Yu Sheng is filling the pen with ink, and he returns the message with one hand: It is still to score points, saying that this time the problem is difficult, and it is not allowed to exceed 600.

This year's snow is a little more than last year. Snow flakes began last night. Today, the road surface has accumulated a thick layer, and the pens are frozen a little bit unsmooth.

Yu Sheng sighed at the tip of the pen, swiped it on the paper twice, took the phone, and sent the two snow scenes on the road.

Miss homesick and miss children: it's snowing? Is it cold?

Think home and think of children: remember to wear more clothes and bring hot water bottles when you go out. Are the garlic seedlings okay?

Yu Sheng: It's not cold or hot, the garlic seedlings are delicious.

Once in the morning and again in the evening, Yu Sheng was bothered by him. He should add clothes and clothes, and bring a hot water bottle with a hot water bottle. He didn't know how to write cold words at all.

The topic immediately spread to the practice of garlic seedlings. Yu Sheng clicked on the two photos and trimmed the bottom corner. Thinking of what Duan Lei often said, he added a filter and posted it again.

Jin Linkun looked at the white glowing filter, and he was blessed to understand what the kid suddenly did to send himself a photo: beautiful, so beautiful.

Think home and think about children: Look at this tree. The snow on it and the old bark in the gullies create a sharp contrast, giving a strong visual experience.

Yu Sheng: "..."

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

Yu Sheng: Close.

Yu Sheng: The first sentence is enough.

Jin Linkun still hasn't finished: I can't boast enough

...

I found that the whole school was playing with the mobile phone from the first time I sat down. I didn't think about reviewing in the half of the exam room. I gathered together to discuss whether Yu Sheng's mobile phone was an unknown secret for review.

Curious enough.

"Is it the best review material?"

The members of the first examination room are basically non-mobile, and many people are very familiar, and they gathered in the corner to discuss: "Or a transit symbol, it will become sober when you see your brain."

The class leader agreed: "Maybe, I heard that Class 7 now has an independent system for preparing for prayers."

Some people cannot understand: "How is this thing independent?"

The first class leader: "That is, only seven classes can understand, only seven classes can be used, and it is said that it is also very spiritual."

For example, "Mr. Jin packs a pack of symbols," "Brother Sheng wakes up with an original sound, and it is 100% effective", "Lao He nagging version of sleep aid white noise, streamlined power saving version, only 1 hour and 45 minutes long."

...

A group of people nodded consciously and nodded convincingly again and again: "Great..."

As the core of the discussion, Yu Sheng did not notice much about the undercurrents in the examination room.

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

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 scored very unsuccessfully, and Yu Sheng's results were still a little too conspicuous, causing their principals to lose face in front of the provincial model principals.

Although I don’t quite understand why the two principals even competed with the fact that “our school’s students are more skilled than you,” Yu Sheng still intends to make a symbolic effort.

Jin Linkun thought about it: easy to handle, multiple choice answer card.

He is very experienced in this, to share with Yu Sheng: Calculate how many points you need to deduct under the condition that the big question is correct. Divide it by the scores of the single-choice multiple choice questions, and then leave those questions blank and unpainted, the error basically does not exceed five points.

Yu Sheng felt justified and took a picture of Zhang Zhang, ready to see if he could think of it and put it into practice.

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

Encouraged by a group of people for a long time, passing his breath by the opportunity to put things, passing by the cell phone placed by Sheng on the table, and wanting a glimpse of the innocent classmates of the champion: "..."

The test preparation bell rang, Yu Sheng took the school bag to put things, and Jin Linkun's message jumped out on the lock screen again.

Miss homesick: the photos are particularly nice.

Think of homesick children: it would look better if you bring people on it.

Yu Sheng couldn't help but raised his mouth, turned off his phone, and put it in his bag together.

During the two-day final exam, many young people's hair was harvested.

After the last English test, the usual lively campus is almost clear of the sense of vacation.

Inside Class 7, Duan Lei knocked his head on the table: "Doubt life."

With a dying breath, Yao Qiang leaned on the wall and moved to his classroom: "Before entering the examination room, I think I am the king of this world."

"Jean, brother." They also supported the wall by the sports committee and were blocked by Yao Qiang. "After opening the exam, I realized that Jiangshan had already changed ownership."

Mid-term and end-of-term usually correspond to each other, one time is simple, the other must be difficult. This test has only about 60% of the basis, and the rest are all advanced questions.

The general review of the Third Middle School started late, and the first round of general review was formally ended. The teachers are still laying the foundation for this group of people. The harder part is that I haven’t talked about it or practiced it.

Although the score is inevitably low, it is also generally falling, and the ranking may not be affected.

"Actually we all understand the truth."

Facing the consolation of Lao He, the class leader was still lying on the table, speaking on behalf of the classmates: "The main reason is not to be so sad for a while after the test, and there is no way to explain it if the test is broken."

If the test is completed, it is said that the test is good, and in case of abnormal performance, a low score is taken and at least half of the semester is lost.

But in this way, he moved out of the examination room. If it is not good, it can be said that it has a general feel. After the test is finished, it can be forced to force a hand. He said with modesty: "No, no luck. "

After taking the test for nearly 12 years, a group of students summed up the most suitable way of survival.

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

...

The students in the first line jumped off the line in one second.

The snow was not small at the beginning. At the beginning, Duan Lei thought that the snow would be almost gone after the test. They were worried for a night. As a result, the snow gave birth to two days.

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

"The biggest snow in fifty years."

The grandfather in the communication room was kind-hearted and looked at the group of young descendants desperately desperately, and contributed his tricycle: "There are dustpans, pots, and shovels. Take what you use..."

It is said that this grandpa was in the communication room when Laohe was in high school.

The sports commission had brought a group of people to conspire to make a big snowball to smash the old congratulations. Seeing the battle in front of them, they were frightened and stood unsteadily: "Is it so severe, why are there spades?"

Lao He was still calm, pushing the tricycle with a smile and patting him: "You will know in a moment."

After a while, he lobbied in the class for a physical involuntary commitment, and was overturned and pressed in the snow, letting a group of people bury the snow and make it strong.

"Why?" The Sports Commission couldn't figure it out. "Aren't we ‘this time we must let Lao He see and see our powerful’ alliance allies?"

"Yes, but it's useless."

The school committee pressed his shoulders: "Do you know the necessity of surrounding the city and seizing power by armed forces in rural areas, in addition to our unique national conditions and class basis and what are the key points?"

"..." The Sports Committee now has a headache after hearing this: "What?"

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

In such things as snowball fights, Lao He with pots and shovels is still the undisputed king of the seven classes.

The snowball fight began to be a bit tricky. After the sports committee was buried with only one head, a group of people lost their goals and turned into a pot of tussle.

The sports committee stood up and took revenge. A group of students who were opposed by the old Hece scattered around and the snowball continued to fly out of the mess.

In such an indistinguishable atmosphere, even Yu Sheng was thrown by the snowball that was trembling.

"not me!"

The squad leader who was still arrogantly laughing last second just stood behind Yu Sheng and straightened up: "I rely on you who broke it, stand up quickly! One person does one thing and one person does!"

Yu Sheng felt that this matter didn't matter who it was. The snowball in his hand flew a few accurately.

...

Lao He alone took care of himself, smiled and patted the fresh snow on his hands, and returned to the side to slowly pile up a snowman.

A group of students had been in trouble for a long time, and they finally lay down on the snow and gasped.

"It's so cool."

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

The school committee was a little weak, and was paralyzed next to him, patting his arm: "It depends on you, if you want to be buried again, we will be on call."

The Sports Committee turned over and successfully squeezed out the last point of strength of the Academic Committee.

Everyone laughed and whipped their throats, and the snow that had just been quiet turned and became lively again.

The snowman in Laohe was first seen, and the students who had no energy were quickly distracted, and they came to help together and put something on the snowman.

"The branches are inserted here, the stones are lined with teeth, and the arms are made of plastic tubes over there."

Their squad leader took the lead in commanding: "What about the basin? Take it, you can buckle your head and use it as a punk-style hat."

The life committee member nodded and handed the rusty iron basin over: "Unfortunately, our classmates who have studied art haven't returned from the training, or they must be more artistic."

The girls had hairpin rubber bands in their pockets, all contributed, and they could be added wherever they could add things, and only two eyes remained.

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

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

Lao He was originally happy to prepare a snowman to show his old classmates. Now looking at the shape modified by this group of students, he refused to admit it and waved at the director of the lively education department: "No, it was created by the children..."

The director of the Education Department thought it was pretty. He added a pair of sunglasses to his students' perfect works and put it on the head of the snowman holding the iron basin.

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

"Shall we talk about the paper tomorrow?"

It was enough, and the class leader finally remembered the business and crouched next to the snowman to insert a protective branch: "The school said that we can borrow our two-day classroom, but after all it is on holiday, the heating may not be as good as before. Or we can simply change places, like Guru Guru healthy buffet barbecue, we can learn while roasting..."

"Reject." Yao Qiang raised his hand in protest. "In case of a question I answered wrong, the barbecue is like roasting my heart."

The sports committee also refused: "In case I am much wrong, I might not be able to bear the rolls together."

The life committee member made sense and nodded: "It would be better to go to KTV and sing directly to celebrate if the test is good. If the test is too bad, you can also sing a heartbreaking love song."

The School Committee felt terrible when thinking about the scene: "When Brother Sheng told us what blocked the westerly winds at low altitudes in our country, the next door sang ‘That is the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau’?”

...

The opinions were discussed for a long time, and there was no result.

Lao He was very interested and ended his brief silence on the plain snowman he had passed away: "Or shall we go to climb Mount Tai? Sitting on the top of Mount Tai, you will be impressed by the topic..."

The squad leader gave a shock, and he did not hesitate to finalize: "No, teacher, we choose a warm and happy classroom."

There is no heating in the warm and happy classroom.

The third school is to follow the unified heating of the education system, and it is already the limit by this time. The teachers are very willing to contribute the small sun of the staff dormitory, but there is no condition for plugging in the classroom.

"Anyway, it is better than Mount Tai."

The students in Class 7 were very contented and comforted each other: "Remember to bring something warm to come tomorrow..."

Fearing that Lao He would mention anything about climbing Mount Tai, a group of people helped each other, packed up the borrowed tools and loaded the car, and quickly evacuated the scene.

Yu Sheng didn't rush to go, and put the snowman's eyes in a relative position.

I was about to go home, remembered that I had a request for "want to take someone's picture," and then flipped out my phone and took a few pictures of him and sent them over.

...

Jin Linkun is talking to their family Mr. Jin and Ms. Li.

In the past years, the family had to go back after fifteen, and this year he wanted to go back alone. There must always be a suitable reason.

In fact, the reason for "going back and sending another box of hand-made snacks" is very ample and powerful. It almost guarantees that he will be packed and thrown by his parents at the airport within ten minutes.

But Jin Linkun felt that something seemed to be said now, and it was almost time.

Mr. Jin rarely saw his son sitting in such a precarious position, pushed his glasses, and looked at his extremely serious son: "Are there any objects?"

Jin Linkun nodded and shook his hand with a handshake. His expression was very gentle and he could not hide his pride: "I like it very much."

"..."

When parents feel that this kind of thing should cooperate with each other, they glance at each other without reminding their son about WeChat name: "Who does it look like?"

Yu Sheng doesn't like taking photos very much. In addition to the old photos in Jin Linkun's hands, the only photo was taken with the children who had been drunk.

Turning through the photo album, the news of their children suddenly jumped out.

Yu Sheng: Photo.

Yu Sheng: Bring people.

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

Jin Linkun's eyes were bright, and he couldn't bear the radian of the corners of his lips. He directly opened the message and passed it frankly: "Look, it's him."

Mr. Jin and Ms. Li held mobile phones and silently looked silent for a while.

Vaguely felt that the look of his parents was not right, Jin Linkun frowned: "Dad-Mom?"

In his mind, the idea of ​​whether to talk about the tripartite agreement with dim sum was quickly turned over. Mr. Jin pushed his glasses and returned the phone to him: "You grow up, we respect all your choices."

"but."

Ms. Li clicked on the picture of the snowman with the steampunk scrap iron sunglasses mix and match, adding: "Can you find something better than this?"