Don’t Talk To Me!

The son has grown up, and of course has the right to choose the one he likes.

When the parents do not intend to interfere too much, but still hope that his son can find one that is not so cold and not so easy.

It would be even better if it could be more beautiful.

...

Jin Linkun pressed the forehead and felt that his parents' requirements might be a little low.

Not even asked to be alive.

Mr. Jin was kinder than Ms. Li and smiled, taking the initiative to pat his son's shoulder: "There is something I didn't tell you, but we didn't give you a note in WeChat."

Jin Linkun knew this because he didn't have a name in his parents' WeChat account, so every time he chatted, the first thing he had to do was to report his identity.

For a while, Ms. Li always received the fraudulent call "I am your goose couple, I don't have seven meals and need 200 yuan". The process of self-identification at the beginning of the chat of their family became very tedious.

At least you must praise each other sincerely for ten minutes, or give money to speak, and first send a red envelope to the other party.

But Mr. Jin is obviously not saying this.

Looking at the son who hadn't recovered yet, Mr. Jin handed him the phone with ease: "There are no remarks, so we often couldn't help but take a look after discovering your habit of writing diaries with WeChat names."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Mr. Jin fell into the rock: "Is it a diary?"

Until the end of the conversation, Jin Linkun was still reflecting on the possible impact of the state of love on people's mental activity.

I don’t know what happened to my boyfriend’s house. Yu Sheng has been busy here for a while. While impressed, he roughly sorted out the knowledge points of various subjects covered by the final exam.

The foundation of their class is too weak. Regardless of the difficulty of the exam, you can't worry about reviewing. You must lay the foundation first.

As for the extent to which it can be mentioned above, it must be determined in accordance with the subsequent progress.

I just finished the exam, and it was about to celebrate the Chinese New Year. It was clearly in the middle of the night, and the seven classes were as lively as they were.

Yao Qiang: Brothers, there is something I must share.

Yao Qiang: After seeing me sitting at the desk and studying, my mother was very happy and just gave me a rock candy elbow.

Duan Lei: This trick is really easy to use! Just now, I got my New Year's money in front of my desk. My dad said I will give it again during the New Year!

School Committee: Congratulations, I just came back from making dumplings. I heard that I want to study. My mother grabbed my rolling pin without hesitation.

In the good news, the sports committee's message bubble burst out in disbelief: so why did I sit at the desk and say I want to study, my mother immediately picked up the broom and asked me how bad it was this time? ?

...

Some are happy and some are sad.

This group of people couldn't afford to sit back, burying their heads to sort out the papers, and arrogantly speaking.

After finishing a section of test papers, Yu Sheng took the phone and read the news, only to really feel the breath of the New Year.

He has not felt much about the New Year. The most impression is that the clinking firecrackers last night. After the ban on firecrackers in the urban area in the past two years, he has been sleeping more peacefully than before.

Many people in the class received rewards in advance for the good performance of this semester, and generously sent red envelopes in the group.

The Sports Commission remembered the lessons of 11.11 at the beginning, claiming that it would never grab a red envelope since the knife was sealed, and finally could not bear the more and more attractive atmosphere, followed by grabbing several.

The life committee member had a sharp eye and saw a familiar avatar called "WeChat is risky, and you need to be cautious when you change your name."

Jin Linkun: Almost there, how are you doing recently?

Sports Committee: Well, we went to fight the snow battle after the test, just made a snowman! Do you want to see?

Jin Linkun: ...

Jin Linkun: No, thank you.

Jin Linkun: Thank you Snowman too :)

Sports Committee:?

I noticed that there might be an unspeakable story between Teacher Jin and this snowman, and the topic did not stay on it thoughtfully for a long time.

Yu Sheng had been diving in the group all year round, and the class seven had always suspected that he would not watch the group at all. Soon because of Jin Linkun's appearance, he began to talk about Sheng.

Duan Lei: We are relieved to see you back. Teacher Jin and the seven classmates miss you collectively.

Yao Qiang: Class 7 misses you, Brother Sheng may not admit it, but he also misses you.

Sports Committee: To be honest, I think Brother Sheng has lost weight recently.

School Committee: Probably because of missing.

Squad leader: It may also be because Brother Sheng has not eaten any snacks recently.

The news was sent out, and within a few seconds, the class cadres and groups quickly disappeared in the class.

The surviving life commissioner was taken aback and hugged the old man tightly: Brother Sheng is the owner? When did this happen? ?

Duan Lei helped him recall: When we created our class, Lao He's mobile phone was out of power, and he just confiscated Sheng Ge's mobile phone...

In principle, the Third Middle School does not allow mobile phones. Although they cannot control it, the teachers will still accept them symbolically.

So at that time, the lone wolf school tyrant who was not familiar with the new class of class seven, who was only lying on the table and sleeping on the phone .

It should be to pull the group, and there is one more class friend.

Yu Sheng, the leader of the group, has been deeply immortal and famous for more than a year. His first shot was very majestic.

The rest of the students immediately shut up honestly, and no one said anything to Teacher Jin that they should not say, and read the ancient poems necessary for Chinese in the group.

The second day of supplementary classes, unfortunately, the cadres and groups that were out of class finally returned to the arms of the class.

"I know I was wrong."

The squad leader, holding the hot soy milk that Lao He bought for everyone, shook his hands tremblingly: "Be careful in the future."

School Committee: "Must be careful not to talk nonsense."

Sports Commission: "Look at Brother Sheng's sleep before talking nonsense."

After summing up a wave of experience, everyone sat down and took out a book that was neatly bound for the answer overnight.

After the test, I didn't feel good, and the answer was right. I found that there are actually many places where I am vaguely impressed by the impression.

After calculating the total score, most people even improved a little bit more than the mid-term.

This year, high school is really only half a year left, and everyone has developed a sense of urgency.

Lao He also took part in the spontaneous tutoring of the classmates, sitting on the side with a thermos and smiling. Seeing who had finished the soy milk, he refilled another cup.

In the classroom where there is no temperature, soy milk rises up with pale steam, and a group of students still have a bit of childish eyebrows.

Everyone has the right to chase their dreams.

They also have the right to work harder and harder.

It is more difficult to talk about papers than to do papers. The papers that were supposed to be finished in two days, because teachers from several subjects hurried back after hearing the news, dragged on for another day.

The teachers of the Third Middle School usually have to ask students to learn. It is rare to meet the initiative of students, and they do not care about sacrificing two days of rest time.

"What holiday? Take the paper out!"

Their history teacher just came from home, took off their down jackets, and put their sleeves on the podium, "Say, nowhere!"

The Sports Committee was frightened and frightened, pulling the Academic Committee to spit out: "Brother, I think the teachers seem to want to open my mind and stuff knowledge directly."

The school committee shook his head: "Brother, the teachers are not so crazy."

The Sports Committee was relieved: "Is it an illusion? That's good then that's good..."

School Committee: "Teachers talk about basic law. You must pour out the water in your brain before you can tuck your knowledge into it."

...

The vast supplementary lessons continued until the evening of the third day.

The teachers who usually think they are very fierce are very detailed, and they did not lose patience because of the slow understanding of these students. They taught them tirelessly over and over again.

Before leaving, he deliberately wrote all his mobile phones on the blackboard. He repeatedly told his classmates to ask any questions and send text messages to make calls.

The third year of high school, it seems that there are few things left more important than their sprint.

"Remind us downstairs."

At the Sports Committee, several of them followed the class leader to send the teacher, watching several teachers riding their bicycles into the night: "We have several high school seniors. I felt quiet in the morning at first, and then I learned that the adults downstairs discussed that they should not be noisy. We all walk on tiptoe when going out to work."

The life committee member passed the exam for one year: "There were volunteers during the college entrance examination, and those who helped send the exam, the car did not whistle."

The squad leader took a deep breath and rubbed his hair: "Just... it seems that I can learn a little more."

Unknowingly, many things around me seemed to be quietly tender.

Even boring knowledge and cold achievements can't be covered, the kind of gentleness that is silent and ubiquitous.

After revising all the papers, everyone saved a thick stack of notes before finally going home from school.

Yu Sheng turned over the back wall and happened to meet the old He who was breathing in his hand.

"If you have too many bags, you must let me send them out."

Lao He handed him a rather ordinary aluminum lunch box, and smiled and explained: "Pork and corn stuffing, do you eat it?"

Yu Sheng didn't pay much attention to the customs of the New Year, and he didn't eat dumplings in a hurry: "Teacher."

"Try it once." Lao He pointed to the lunch box. "The two of them said what kind of dark food is my stuffing, it's up to you to name it."

Lao He's voice was very serious. Yu Sheng took the lunch box, stood for a while, and nodded.

He actually knew why Lao He confiscated his mobile phone and why he used his mobile phone to add friends to form groups.

Just like he also knows why Lao He wanted to celebrate the ceremony on that day, why he kept saying nothing when he changed his school status, and why he speared him in the snow with a snowball.

Lao He didn't seem to be in tune, but actually watched them all the time.

"Okay, go home now."

Lao He patted his shoulder: "Go home to eat dumplings and get a good night's sleep."

When I got home, the class was a little quiet.

Yu Sheng took a closer look, and found that the most active people did not speak much. It is estimated that it was the work of the family who supported them on New Year's Eve.

The third year of high school, few things are more important than their sprint.

The New Year will undoubtedly be summarized in the category of "a few things more important than sprint".

Even Yang Fan, who only has learning in his heart, made an exception in the circle of friends and sent two photos of dumplings made into large wontons.

Yu Sheng warmed up the box of dumplings that Lao He gave, and handed back Jin Linkun's news, ready to see when the Spring Festival Gala was broadcast.

Then the TV was turned on according to the remote instruction, and the whole room suddenly went dark.

WeChat is risky, and you need to be cautious when you change your name: No, that TV doesn’t have theater capabilities yet.

WeChat has risks, so you need to be cautious when you change your name: power outage?

Yu Sheng went to the balcony and looked at it. They were all black in half of the community: it should be, I read the news.

Their community property has just issued an emergency notice, saying that it has been snowing too much recently, and a cable has unexpectedly failed and is being repaired.

It's not the first time that there is a power outage in winter here, and it's not unusual.

At the beginning, the community was built with carelessness, but there were some heating, but the pipes were not scientific, and the high-level heating was very general. Without the air conditioner, the indoor temperature began to fall down obviously.

Jin Linkun: There is no air conditioner, is it cold or cold, or go out and book a hotel first?

Yu Sheng turned over the emergency light and turned on: No, go to bed early today.

He has been helping seven shifts to review materials for the past few days, and has only slept for three or four hours for three days. In fact, he has already started to sleep.

Jin Linkun still seemed not at ease, but said nothing.

Yu Sheng finished eating dumplings with an emergency light, and gave New Year greetings to Jin Linkun's parents and the teachers of the third middle school summer camp. The house did feel a little cold.

The air conditioner is always on at home, so it is not necessary to wear thick pajamas. Yu Sheng turned over in front of the closet, and finally turned out the two bodies that Jin Linkun had bought.

...

Do things urgently.

After all, there is no one at home.

Yu Sheng stood in front of the familiar green dinosaur cartoon pajamas for a while, but decided to give priority to ensuring that he would not be caught in the cold and wait for the bed to be changed tomorrow.

The coral fleece pajamas are actually quite comfortable to wear. Jin Linkun bought the same style of performance costumes. The quality is even better, and the thermal insulation is much better than the thin half-sleeves.

Yu Sheng put on his clothes, went to a simple wash, lay down on the bed after touching the black, and checked the calm and quiet class before going to bed.

A group of people shared their New Year’s Eve dinner and talked about this year’s Spring Festival Gala, and they seemed to be happy, not seeing any tentative speech on the edge of being kicked.

Yu Sheng sent a red envelope for the New Year and put the phone on the pillow.

In a place where they can't see Sheng Ge, another small group called "Small Snacks for Sheng Ge" is lively and lively.

Duan Lei: I fell asleep. I pretended to call Brother Sheng Kaikai, and Brother Sheng ignored me.

Supervisor: Will it be because Brother Sheng just doesn't want to care about you?

Duan Lei: No, you don't know Sheng Sheng. He could not tolerate seeing the little red dot not to open, nor tolerating no reply.

School Committee: If Brother Sheng really doesn't want to care about you?

Duan Lei: Then he will tell me to go.

...

Duan Lei's understanding of their brother Sheng is very detailed. Everyone unanimously accepted this argument and continued to plan the next plan.

The Sports Committee was still a little nervous, and confirmed it again: Teacher Jin, did you really come back today? Today is New Year's Eve.

Jin Linkun: Yes, so everyone needs help.

After all, New Year's Eve did not spend the New Year at home, and there were many possible flaws in the chat.

The squad leader has brainstormed and contributed a lot of answers that their teacher Jin used to answer "what are you doing", and now they have finally reached the point where their brother Sheng fell asleep, and immediately let go of the imagination: victory is in sight, now only how to let teacher Jin dive back Home now!

School Committee: Since there was a power outage at Sheng Ge's house, it means it was completely dark. Darkness is the best cover for all actions. Teacher Jin can use this precious opportunity to try to sneak in.

Sports Committee: If you look at this paragraph, it looks like a very powerful sentence, but if you look closely, you will find that one word is useless.

Squad leader: The microphone is here, what do you suggest?

Sports Committee: Teacher Jin can climb up from the window sill.

After a while, Yao Qiang silently raised his hand: squad leader.

Squad leader: talk.

Yao Qiang: The Sports Committee knocked on me and asked why he was kicked.

The sports commission was held outside the small group for 10 minutes.

This group of people usually have a lot of brain holes, and they don't have many ideas when they are really used.

After careful calculation for a long time, I finally hoped that Jin Linkun would put his voice down as much as possible when entering the door, and their Sheng brother slept soundly because of the hard work day after day.

When Jin Linkun entered the door, these two things basically met everyone's expectations.

Duan Lei often sees that he is very proficient in this kind of thing: Then Teacher Jin quietly touched the bedroom and dived his cold hands into Brother Sheng's collar. When Brother Sheng opened his eyes, he hugged him and smiled and said, "I'm back."

Life committee is more pragmatic: Do you think this plan can be carried out to the first step?

Duan Lei: In the second step, Teacher Jin leaned his cold hands into Brother Sheng's collar, and then he would be thrown over shoulder by Brother Sheng.

Squad leader: ...so why do you make this suggestion?

Duan Lei: Because my good brothers and I saw each other at the first sight, we really wanted to see Mr. Jin being thrown over the shoulder.

The number of hard-won small groups has also decreased visibly.

Only a few people are still trying to make suggestions: no matter what, the movement must be light.

School Committee: Have a sense of surprise and make your boyfriend feel happy.

Lao He: You can prepare some small gifts suitable for your boyfriend.

Squad leader: At the same time, protect your personal safety as much as possible.

Jin Linkun's mobile phone was turned on, and he lightly unscrewed the bedroom door.

He did not reply to the news for a while, and the monitor was a little worried: Teacher Jin? Teacher Jin?

Jin Linkun: Ah.

The light of the flashlight was surrounded by clothes, not too bright.

The light is a little hazy, not looking for their boyfriend, looking for a little dinosaur wrapped in a quilt.

Entrapped in a soft pillow, quietly, he slept with himself in a small ball.

The author has something to say: Teacher Jin: (づ︶ど)