The son is already an adult, and of course he has the right to choose a person he likes.
As a parent, he doesn't intend to interfere too much, but he still hopes that his son can find someone who is not so cold and easy to reconcile.
It would be better if it could look a little better.
…
Jin Linkun pressed his forehead, feeling that his parents' requirements might be a little low.
Not even required to be alive.
Mr. Jin is kinder than Ms. Li, smiled, and took the initiative to pat his son on the shoulder: "I didn't tell you something, but we didn't give you a note on WeChat."
Jin Linkun knew about this, because he didn't have a name in his parents' WeChat, so every time he chatted, the first thing was to report his identity first.
There was a period of time when Ms. Li kept receiving scam calls "I am your goose, I don't have seven meals, I need two hundred yuan", and the process of their family's self-identification at the beginning of the chat became very cumbersome.
At least compliment each other sincerely for ten minutes, or talk to each other with money, and give each other a red envelope first.
But this is obviously not what Mr. Jin wants to say.
Looking at his son who still didn't return to God, Mr. Jin kindly handed him the phone: "There are no notes, so we often couldn't help but take a look after we discovered your habit of writing diaries with your WeChat name."
Jin Linkun: "..."
Mr. Jin fell into the trap: "is it a diary?"
Until the end of the heart-to-heart talk, Jin Linkun was still reflecting on the possible impact of the state of love on people's thinking activity.
Not knowing what was going on at her boyfriend's house, Yu Sheng was busy all night. Taking advantage of his deep impression, he roughly sorted out the knowledge points of various subjects covered in the final exam.
The foundation of their class is too weak, no matter how difficult the exam is, you can't rush to review, you must lay the foundation first.
As for the extent to which it can be mentioned above, it will be determined according to the subsequent progress.
Just finished the exam, and the New Year is coming soon. It was obviously midnight, and the seventh class was just as lively as ever.
Yao Qiang: Brothers, there is something I have to share.
Yao Qiang: After seeing me sitting at my desk and studying, my mother was so happy that she gave me a rock candy elbow just now.
Duan Lei: This trick really works! Just now, I got my lucky money in front of the desk, my dad said to give it again next year!
Academic Committee: Congratulations, everyone, I just came back from making dumplings. When I heard that I was going to study, my mother grabbed my rolling pin without hesitation.
In a piece of good news, the news bubble of the Sports Committee appeared inexplicably: So why did I sit upright at the desk and say that I want to study, my mother immediately picked up the broom and asked me how bad I was in this test?
…
Some are happy and some are sad.
None of this group of people could be idle, and they were burying their heads in sorting out the papers and talking nonsense.
Yu Sheng finished sorting out the exam papers for one subject, took the mobile phone and looked at the news, only then did he really feel the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year.
He has never felt anything about the New Year. The most impression is that the firecrackers rang all night. After the ban on firecrackers in the city for the past two years, he has been sleeping much more peacefully than before.
Many people in the class group have received rewards in advance for their good performance this semester, and they are lavishly sending red envelopes in the group.
The Sports Committee kept in mind the lessons learned from 11.11, and claimed that since then, Fengdao will no longer grab red envelopes. In the end, it couldn't stand the more and more attractive atmosphere and grabbed several.
The life committee's eyes were sharp, and at a glance, a familiar avatar called "WeChat is risky, you need to be careful when changing your name" also joined the army of red packets: Mr. Jin, when are you coming back
Jin Linkun: Coming soon, how have you been recently
Sports Committee: Okay, we went to the snow battle after the exam. We just built a snowman! Do you want to see it
Jin Linkun:…
Jin Linkun: No, thank you.
Jin Linkun: Thank you Snowman too :)
Sports Committee:
Sensing that there might be some unspeakable stories between their teacher Jin and this snowman, the topic thoughtfully didn't stay on it for a long time.
Yu Sheng has been diving in the group all year round, and the seventh class people always suspected that he didn't watch the group at all, and soon because of the appearance of Jin Linkun, he began to discuss things about Sheng wantonly.
Duan Lei: We are relieved to see that you are back, Mr. Jin, the seventh class misses you collectively.
Yao Qiang: Class Seven misses you, Brother Sheng probably won't admit it, but he misses you too.
Sports Committee: To be honest, I think Brother Sheng has lost weight recently.
Academic Committee: It may be because of missing.
Monitor: It may also be because Brother Sheng hasn't eaten any snacks recently.
The news was sent out, and within a few seconds, the class cadre group quickly disappeared from the class.
The surviving life committee members were startled and hugged Lao He tightly: Brother Sheng, is the group owner? When did this happen?
Duan Lei helped him recall: When we created our class group, Lao He's mobile phone was out of power, and he just confiscated Brother Sheng's mobile phone...
In principle, No. 3 Middle School does not allow mobile phones. Although they can't control it, teachers will still accept it symbolically.
So the Lone Wolf school tyrant, who was not familiar with the students in the new class of Class 7 at that time, who usually only sleeps on the table and plays with his mobile phone, found that there was an extra group on his mobile phone after his teacher confiscated his mobile phone and returned it. .
It should be to pull the group, and there is one more class friend.
Yu Sheng, the group leader, has been hiding his merits and fame for more than a year, and he was very majestic when he first shot.
The rest of the classmates immediately shut up, no one said anything to Teacher Jin that should not be said, and read aloud the ancient poems necessary for Chinese in the group.
The next day to make up the class, the unfortunate class cadre group finally returned to the embrace of the class.
"I know it's wrong."
The squad leader held the warm soy milk that Lao He bought for everyone, and shivered and covered his hands: "Be careful in the future."
Academic Committee: "Be careful not to talk nonsense."
Sports Committee: "Before you talk nonsense, see if Brother Sheng is asleep."
After summarizing a wave of experience, everyone took their seats and took out the neatly bound papers after answering the answers overnight.
After the exam, I didn't feel very good. I really got the answer. I found that there are still many places that were vaguely wrong because of the impression.
After calculating the total score, most of them even improved a little from the mid-term.
This year has passed, high school is really only the second half of the year, and everyone has a sense of urgency.
Lao He also participated in the spontaneous tutoring of the classmates with him. He sat on the side with a warm bottle and smiled. When he saw who had finished drinking the soy milk in his hand, he would refill it with another cup.
In the low-temperature classroom, the soy milk was steaming with pale white steam, and it curled up, gathering the green and childish eyebrows of a group of students.
Everyone has the right to chase their dreams.
Also have the right to work a little harder, a little harder.
Talking about the papers is more difficult than doing the papers. The papers that were supposed to be finished in two days were delayed by a day because some teachers rushed back after hearing the news.
The teachers of No. 3 Middle School usually have to beg students to study, and it is rare to encounter students taking the initiative, and they don't care about sacrificing two days of rest.
"What holiday? Take out the papers!"
Their history teacher just came over from home, took off his down jacket, and stood on the podium with his sleeves rolled up, "Say, no way!"
The Sports Committee was terrified, and pulled the Academic Committee to complain: "Brother, I think the teachers seem to want to open my brain and stuff the knowledge directly into it."
The school committee shook his head: "Brother, teachers are not so crazy."
The sports committee breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it an illusion? That's good, that's good... "
Academic Committee: "Teachers teach the Basic Law. You must first pour out the water in your head before you can put knowledge in it."
…
The mighty make-up classes continued until the evening of the third day.
The teachers, who usually feel very fierce, teach each of them in great detail. They don't lose patience because of the slow understanding of these students, and they teach them again and again.
Before leaving, he deliberately wrote his cell phone on the blackboard, repeatedly instructing the students to ask directly if they have any questions, text messages and phone calls, and they must not be restrained.
In the third year of high school, it seems that there are few things left that are more important than their sprint for the college entrance examination.
"Reminds me of downstairs in our house."
A few of them from the sports committee followed the monitor to see the teacher, and watched a few teachers riding their bicycles and didn't enter the night: "Several of our high school seniors. At first, they thought it was quiet in the morning, but later I found out that the adults downstairs discussed that they should not make noise. We all walk on tiptoe when we go to work.”
The life committee has taken the test for a year: "There are volunteers during the college entrance examination, and there are people who help with the test, and the car does not whistle."
The squad leader took a deep breath and rubbed his hair: "Just... It seems that I can learn a little more."
Before I knew it, a lot of things around me seemed to be quietly gentle.
Even dull knowledge and cold grades can't hide the kind of gentleness that is silent and ubiquitous.
After correcting all the papers, everyone saved a thick stack of notes, and finally went home from school.
Yu Sheng climbed over the back wall and happened to meet Lao He who was snorting in his hand.
"There are too many bags, your sister-in-law must let me send them out."
Lao He handed him an ordinary aluminum lunch box, and explained with a smile: "Pork stuffed with corn, are you used to it?"
Yu Sheng has always paid little attention to the customs of the New Year, and has not eaten dumplings in a hurry: "Teacher."
"Try it once." Lao He pointed to the lunch box, "Both of them said that my stuffing is some kind of dark food, and it's up to you to correct the name."
Lao He's tone was very serious, Yu Sheng held 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 a group.
Just like he also knew why Lao He held the adult ceremony that day, why he kept saying nothing when he changed his school status, and why he took the lead in hitting him with a snowball in the snow.
Lao He didn't seem to be in tune, but he was actually watching them all the time.
"Okay, let's go home."
Lao He patted him on the shoulder: "Go home and eat dumplings and have a good sleep."
When I got home, the class was a little quiet.
Yu Sheng took a closer look and found that the most active people didn't speak much. It was estimated that they were being supported by the family to work during the New Year's Eve, and they didn't have time to release their words online.
In the third year of high school, few things are more important than their sprint for the college entrance examination.
The Chinese New Year undoubtedly falls into the category of "a few things more important than sprints".
Even Yang Fan, who usually only has study in his heart, made an exception in the circle of friends and posted two photos of dumplings wrapped into large wontons.
Yu Sheng warmed up the box of dumplings that Lao He gave, and replied to Jin Linkun's news, ready to see when the Spring Festival Gala will be broadcast.
Only after I turned on the TV according to the remote instructions, there was a bang, and the whole room was suddenly pitch black.
WeChat is risky, and you need to be cautious about changing the name: no, that TV doesn’t have a theater function yet.
WeChat is at risk, and you need to be careful when changing your name: Power outage
Yu Sheng went to the balcony to have a look. Half of their community was dark: It should be, I'll read the news.
The property in their community just issued an urgent notice, saying that there was too much snow recently, and there was an unexpected problem with a cable, which was being repaired.
It's not the first time that there is a power outage here in winter, and it's not too unusual.
The community was built in a careless way, and there was heating, but the pipes were unscientific, and the heating in the upper floors was average. Without the air conditioner, the indoor temperature obviously began to drop.
Jin Linkun: Is it cold without air conditioning, why don't you go out and book a hotel first
Yu Sheng pulled out the emergency light and turned it on: No, go to bed early today.
He has been helping Class 7 people sort out the review materials overnight these days, and he only slept for three or four hours for three consecutive days, and now he is already sleepy.
Jin Linkun still looked uneasy, but he didn't say anything.
Yu Sheng finished eating the dumplings with the emergency light on, and said New Year's greetings to Jin Linkun's parents and the teachers of the Summer Camp of No.
The air conditioner is always on at home, and there are not many cases where it is necessary to wear thick pajamas. Yu Sheng rummaged in front of the wardrobe, and finally found the two suits that Jin Linkun had bought.
…
Be urgent.
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 catch a cold, and to change it immediately when he woke up tomorrow.
Coral velvet pajamas are actually quite comfortable to wear. Jin Linkun bought the same style as the performance costume. The quality is even better, and the warmth retention is much better than the thin half sleeves.
Yu Sheng put on his clothes, went to wash briefly, lay down on the bed in the dark, and checked the calm class again before going to bed.
A group of people were sharing the New Year's Eve dinner and complaining about this year's Spring Festival Gala program, which seemed to be very happy, and did not see any speeches that were on the verge of being kicked.
Yu Sheng sent a red envelope for New Year's greetings, and put the phone beside the pillow.
In a place where Brother Sheng couldn't see, another small group named "Small Snacks for Brother Sheng" was lively and active.
Duan Lei: I fell asleep, I pretended to call Brother Sheng to open the black, and Brother Sheng ignored me.
Monitor: Could it be because Brother Sheng just doesn't want to talk to you
Duan Lei: No, you don't know Brother Sheng. He couldn't bear to see the little red dot and not click, and he couldn't bear to click and not reply.
Academic Committee: What if Brother Sheng really doesn't want to talk to you
Duan Lei: Then he will tell me to get out.
…
Duan Lei had a very detailed understanding of their brother Sheng, and 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, are you really coming back today? Today is New Year's Eve.
Jin Linkun: Yes, so everyone's help is needed.
After all, I haven't been at home for the New Year's Eve, so there are many possible flaws in chatting.
The monitor and the others have already brainstormed and contributed a lot of the answers that their teacher Jin used to answer "what are you doing?", and now they finally got to the point where their brother Sheng fell asleep, and immediately let their imagination fly: victory is in sight, now only how to let Teacher Jin sneak back It's home!
Academic Committee: Since Brother Sheng's house has a power outage, it means it is pitch black. Darkness is the best cover for all actions. Teacher Jin can use this precious opportunity to try to sneak in.
Sports Committee: Look at this passage, it looks like a very powerful sentence, but if you look closely, you will find that a single word is useless.
Squad leader: The microphone is coming, what advice do you have
Sports Committee: Teacher Jin can climb up from the windowsill.
After a while, Yao Qiang raised his hand silently: monitor.
Principal: Speak.
Yao Qiang: The Sports Committee knocked on me and asked why he kicked him.
The sports committee was locked out of the small group for ten minutes to reflect.
This group of people usually have a lot of brains, but when they really use them, they don’t have many ideas.
After careful planning for a long time, I finally hoped that Jin Linkun would try to keep his voice as quiet as possible when he entered the door, and their brother Sheng slept soundly because of the hard work.
When Jin Linkun entered the door, these two things basically met everyone's expectations.
Duan Lei often sees it, and is very skilled in this kind of thing: Then Mr. Jin sneaked into the bedroom and put his cold hand into Brother Sheng's collar. When Brother Sheng opened his eyes, he hugged him and said with a smile, "I'm back".
The life committee is more pragmatic: how far do you think this plan can go
Duan Lei: In the second step, Mr. Jin put his cold hand into Brother Sheng's collar, and then he would be thrown over his shoulder by Brother Sheng.
Monitor: … so why do you suggest this
Duan Lei: Because my best friend and I both wanted to see Mr. Jin get thrown over his shoulder.
The number of hard-won small groups is also visibly decreasing one after another.
The few remaining people are still trying to make suggestions: no matter what, the movements must be light.
Academic Committee: There should be a sense of surprise to make your boyfriend feel happy.
Lao He: You can prepare some small gifts suitable for your boyfriend.
Squad Leader: At the same time, try to protect your own personal safety as much as possible.
Jin Linkun's mobile phone turned on the flashlight, and he gently opened the bedroom door, pausing unconsciously.
He didn't reply for a while, and the monitor was a little worried: Teacher Jin? Mr. Jin
Jin Linkun: Ah.
The light of the flashlight was closed by the clothes, and it was not too bright.
The light was a little hazy, and they didn't find their boyfriend, but a small dinosaur wrapped in a quilt.
Trapped in the soft pillow, quietly, I slept with myself in a small ball.
The author has something to say: Mr. Jin: (づ︶ど)