Teacher Jin in the small group lost the news.
A group of people followed nervously for a long time. They were worried that Mr. Jin had been woken up by Brother Sheng, who was thrown out of the window.
Yu Sheng was half asleep, and suddenly felt a lot warmer around him.
I didn't hear the sound of the air conditioner running, and the effect of the heating was not so immediate. Yu Sheng turned over, his sleepy consciousness ran for a few minutes, and when he noticed the arm behind him, he suddenly woke up.
A tall bear lay beside him.
Wrapped in a quilt with him, one hand under his head.
When he noticed that he turned over, his paws were still loosely clasped behind his head, and he rubbed it twice.
…
The phone screen snapped on.
Jin Linkun slept lightly, was shaken by the light, and opened his eyes.
He was fully prepared, and looked back at the unused pillow under the bed, and even a little regretted: "Friend, are you really awake?"
Yu Sheng put down the hand holding the phone, and pressed on the aching forehead: "Do you need proof?"
"… Need not."
Jin Linkun coughed lightly, took his hand and stuffed it back into the quilt, and massaged him one by one: "uncomfortable?"
Yu Sheng shook his head.
He still didn't take it easy, and he didn't quite understand why this person described to him in detail at night that he and his parents had put 90% of the new one dollar coins in the dumplings, and now he was lying on their bed.
Jin Linkun rubbed his forehead and lowered his head.
Their children were wearing familiar pajamas, with their foreheads against his chest, still stunned.
The fabric of the pajamas was soft, and the hats were piled around the neck. It was probably because of the cold sleep, Yu Sheng's hand tucked into most of his cuff, and his fingertips were still a little cold.
Jin Linkun moved his arm and kissed his forehead: "I just miss you."
I originally wanted to give a surprise, but seeing the children sleep so well, I couldn't bear it.
Then he put down his luggage, secretly changed his clothes, simply washed and washed, and got into the bed and rubbed together for a while.
Yu Sheng propped up his arms and glanced under the bed over him: "So where did the pillow appear?"
Jin Linkun: "..."
Then he put down his luggage, secretly changed his clothes, and put a pillow under the bed.
I simply washed and washed, feeling uneasy, made up the second row of pillows, and then got into the quilt.
Still worried, I went to the living room to pick up a few and put them on top of them. Finally, I lay down at ease and took a nap with the children.
Seeing her boyfriend re-correct the description of the process without changing his face, Yu Sheng was tensed for a long time, but he still couldn't hold back the curvature of the corner of his mouth.
Jin Linkun turned around and looked at the scene of what seemed to be a pillow sale. He also felt as if he had gone too far: "It's okay, I'll put it back tomorrow morning, and they shouldn't mind experiencing a night in a new environment..."
Before the words were finished, the little dinosaur had already leaned up.
Although Yu Sheng's car has been learned well, he generally doesn't bother much about this matter. He touched his lips randomly, and gropedly held his hand.
Jin Linkun was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously stopped talking, raised his hand and embraced the person.
The boy is thin, and his usual sharp breath is softened by the little dinosaur's pajamas.
His hand was placed on Yu Sheng's waist, and the soft plush touch was attached to the palm of his hand, hiding the tenacious shoulder and back muscles.
Soft and almost obedient.
A little moonlight came in from outside the curtains, Yu Sheng looked at him, the corners of his lips pursed into a line, and his shadow was clearly reflected in his dark pupils.
Jin Linkun closed his eyes, folded his arms, and kissed the child's eyes.
"What are you thinking?"
He rubbed Yu Sheng's hair and said softly, "My boyfriend is at home alone. On New Year's Eve, I won't go home to celebrate with him?"
Yu Sheng's shoulders were slightly stretched, and he wanted to start sideways, but Jin Linkun circled him into his chest and shoulders.
I can't tell who made the effort first. In the originally quiet and deserted bedroom, my breathing gradually became shallow and irregular, and I occasionally remembered a muffled sound hidden in my throat.
"Brother." Yu Sheng was grabbed by his wrist, his neck was slightly tilted back, and his breath was a little unstable: "...Brother."
Jin Linkun's heartbeat was also fast, and he wrapped his shoulders around him: "Yes, what's wrong?"
Yu Sheng leaned on his arm and looked out the window.
Outside the window, the sound of lively fireworks began to sound.
It is forbidden to set off fireworks and firecrackers in the urban area. In order to let everyone feel the taste of the few years left, a fireworks show was specially arranged at zero o'clock on the edge of the park with the lake at the end of the back street.
The lively fireworks, colorful, blooming one after the other.
Gorgeous streak across the streamer in the night.
The movement just now was a bit painful, Yu Sheng leaned against Jin Linkun's arms and closed his eyes for a while.
He doesn't say things like this often, but he still decided to believe the New Year's customs he found, took a breath, and continued: "New Year... Happy New Year."
The boyfriend's words were too serious, Jin Linkun couldn't hold back, he lowered his head with a chuckle, and kissed the sweat on his forehead: "Wish me?"
Yu Sheng was merciless: "Dreaming."
Jin Linkun held back for a long time, but still crouched in his neck and couldn't help chuckling softly.
The overtime repairs finally paid off, the power supply was restored, and the air conditioner hummed.
The TV in the living room faithfully carried out the instructions before the power outage, and the hosts happily counted down the arrival of the new year: "Five, four, three, two—"
Yu Sheng sighed softly: "Better than me."
Jin Linkun didn't hear clearly, and rubbed the hair on his shoulder: "What?"
There was a sudden slight pain in his shoulder.
Jin Linkun was stunned for a while. Their little friend opened his mouth, pressed it into his neck, and closed his eyes: "Brother, you are better than me."
The third year of high school is not eligible for the winter vacation. Before the fifteenth day of the first month, the students carried their schoolbags and went back to school.
For class 7 students, this holiday is no different from no.
The teachers of all subjects were very pleased with their class's enthusiasm for learning. Not only did they specifically ask Lao He to hand over the review points of the elite version, but they also specially arranged several sets of papers for this positive class.
So much so that when they returned to school, the students who had studied hard for a vacation were still mourning everywhere.
"Did anyone save the child?"
The physical disability was dying, holding the set of papers in his hand: "I don't know why, I feel that I have lost the inspiration for the questions, and these English questions have become unfamiliar to me."
Their school committee came to save the child: "You are right that you are unfamiliar, these three sets are high-level questions reserved for the top ten in the class."
The body and soul are scattered: "..."
The pre-school class is always in chaos, even the most diligent students will try to work harder before closing their homework.
The squad leader held the paper and looked around for people: "Has anyone finished the multiple-choice questions in the comprehensive essay? Come to the right answer, I'm not particularly sure about the next seventy questions..."
Yu Sheng was exempted from homework by the teachers, and the paper handed out was multiple choice. Hearing him mourning for a long time, he turned it over and handed it over.
As a result, it was rejected by the class leader righteously: "No, Brother Sheng, what I want is the excitement of the students arguing about the answers with each other, not the standard answer."
…
Yu Sheng felt that since the seventh classmates became abnormal during their studies, it seemed that he was not particularly able to fit into the atmosphere of the class.
"Do you want to help Brother Sheng?"
Duan Lei took the initiative to pat his chest and promised: "Stay with us, and have two evening self-study sessions together to ensure that you will reintegrate into this big united and motivated family."
"..." Yu Sheng wasn't actually very motivated, "No, thank you."
Duan Lei floated away regretfully, took the exercise book by the way, and asked two questions at the desk of Yang Fan, who was immersed in his studies.
The teachers in Class 7 really appreciate this kind of atmosphere.
In just one month after the school started, the teachers took the initiative to coordinate and arrange several surprise tests. Except the Chinese composition and English composition do not need to be completed, the rest are all completed according to the amount of college entrance examination questions, from morning to night, take turns to complete the test all day.
After being abused several times by this test frequency, the students have become extremely stable even in the face of the same model.
"Small meaning." The monitor slumped on the table with vicissitudes of life, "Isn't it just an exam."
The difficulty of the surprise test arranged by the teachers is different every time, and the school committee has also been used to the ups and downs of the results: "Life, just like the results in front of us, has ups and downs..."
The sports committee raised his head: "What, isn't life only the achievements in front of you?"
The life committee patted him on the shoulder: "Of course not, there is also Taishan who is exactly like Lao He."
Lao He still hasn't given up his desire to take his classmates to climb Mount Tai, and he will mention it every few days. Every time, he can arouse the students' cherishing the status quo and the surging motivation to study hard.
"Speaking of Mount Tai."
Their monitor is well-informed: "I heard that the demonstration in the neighboring province is worse than ours. They will organize an excursion when there are still 100 days before the college entrance examination to stimulate the fighting spirit of the students."
Moreover, there are no weekends for the provincial demonstration, only one day off in the last two weeks, and classes are also held normally on the weekends in between.
Such excursions delay the normal course, and the two days that are taken up must be made up later, maybe three weeks in a row.
Duan Lei now thinks that even walking is more fun than taking an exam, and his eyes can't help but light up: "That's fine! Hiking can also relax your mind..."
"On foot." Their academic committee also heard the news, "30 kilometers, equivalent to 75 laps of a 400-meter standard playground, 0.71 full marathon."
"..." Duan Lei skillfully grabbed the pen: "I love learning, and learning makes me happy."
When times have gone by bad enough, knowing that the classmates next door are worse than me will undoubtedly provide a considerable degree of comfort.
Under the cruel training of life, the students in Class 7 have already developed enough will and endurance, and the exam is mediocre, not even causing much splash among the students.
The exam is on Friday, and there are two days off on Saturday and Sunday.
Lao He felt that the students should combine work and rest, and he deliberately communicated with teachers of various subjects. Except for sorting out the papers and preparing to correct them in class on Monday, he did not leave any homework.
The cheers of their class almost overturned the roof of the house, and the class teacher and the director of the education department who were wearing hats were so frightened that they came out to see: "What's the matter, there's an earthquake?"
Earthquakes are not earthquakes.
But to have a weekend without homework, this kind of good news is not too different from the earthquake for the students.
"I want to sleep until noon, wake up naturally, and then get up and eat a big meal!"
The sports committee was full of tears, and the habit of making a schedule could not be changed for a while, so he grabbed the pen and wrote ambitiously on the paper: "It will be dark in the afternoon, and have a good night!"
"Open the black and open the black." Duan Lei was very moved, and dragged Yao Qiang over to join the team, "Brother Sheng, are you coming?"
"tomorrow?"
Yu Sheng has something to do and can't join the indulgent carnival of his classmates: "I support you in spirit."
"..." Duan Lei quickly waved his hand politely: "No, no, Brother Sheng. When the time comes, we will send you the opponent's ID, you can take time to support..."
A total of Saturday, Sunday and two days of holidays, a group of people chattered and discussed happily for a long time.
It seems that the current vacation is not two days at all, but a whole winter vacation.
"Winter vacation is not as happy as it is."
The monitor was in high spirits: "I just finished the exam, no marks, no answers, no homework!"
The sports committee is high-spirited: "No classes, no hiking, no climbing!"
The Academic Committee touched his chin, nodded and concluded, "Heaven."
The happiness of heaven cannot be experienced by other classes.
Duan Lei walked to the door humming a song, but was stopped by Yu Sheng: "Say it again, what are you going to do tomorrow."
"Ah?" Duan Lei was stunned for a while, looking at Yu Sheng who pressed his head down and pressed the phone: "...I slept until I woke up naturally, and then let go and had a big meal. Let's go to the dark together?"
Yu Sheng nodded: "Okay, let's go."
Duan Lei watched him type on the phone and guessed that his brother Sheng probably had the habit of writing a diary. Without thinking about it, he happily said goodbye to Yu Sheng and went out.
The other classmates who were dying after the exam moved out of the class with their schoolbags on their backs, and watched their class collectively jumping out.
Those of you who know you should quickly lower your voice and tell the students who don't know much about science: "Look, Class 7, it is said that they have gone crazy..."
The provincial demonstration will not have a holiday tomorrow. When Yu Sheng left the school, he happened to receive a message from Jin Linkun: Little boy, what are your plans for tomorrow
Yu Sheng didn't have any plans, but he calculated the time. Tomorrow is exactly 100 days before the college entrance examination.
In order to exercise the will and quality of the students and improve the fighting spirit of the students, the provincial demonstration organized a day of group excursions for the 100-day pledge.
Jin Linkun had never mentioned it before, and obviously he didn't know anything about their upcoming fate. It was estimated that either the class meeting was not well listened to, or he didn't read the announcements in the class group.
Yu Sheng was not in a hurry to remind him, he pulled out a notepad and copied it for him: sleep until he wakes up naturally, eat a big meal, and turn on the dark.
Jin Linkun:…
The words of the children today are a bit lively.
The liveliness is probably because he feels the long-lost youth of the seventh class.
If Jin Linkun goes back at noon according to the daily school time, it is estimated that he will be able to meet Yu Sheng and sleep until he wakes up naturally.
I ordered a few dishes at the unnamed well-known small restaurant in the backstreet. Jin Linkun made an appointment to pick it up tomorrow, and continued to tease her boyfriend: "Brother, I'll bring you lunch."
Usually when this happens, Yu Sheng usually doesn't bother to care about it, and just type in the past to satisfy him. If the person still gets carried away by letting him speak, he will be beaten up by the way.
Today Yu Sheng was not in a hurry to return. After thinking about it, he planned ahead: What if he didn't call
Jin Linkun has been chatting with Liang Yifan and the others all the year round. Obviously, he has long been prepared for this problem: friend, if you don't call, then it is not something that Brother Yisheng can solve.
…
Yu Sheng also copied this sentence to the notepad by the way.
Jin Linkun waited for a while, but did not see Yu Sheng's reply, and knocked over a question mark:
Yu Sheng's message jumped out: It's okay.
Yu Sheng: What if you don't call it