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At the beginning of the summer, Yu Sheng had a rare feeling of embarrassment.
It's just a little nasal, and a few sneeze occasionally. But because the client didn't care, after several days of classes, he finally got a cough out of control. Ordinary wind-heat cold, medicine is also taken. That is, at night, as long as you lie down, you can't stop coughing, and you can't rest well.
"It's not a big deal." Yu Sheng didn't take it seriously, he poured his saliva and suppressed his cough: "Exercise the abdominal muscles." Jin Linkun just took a simple shower, put on his pajamas and came over, and was amazed at his mentality: "I can touch it. touch?"
… Since taking the students, Mr. Yu's temper actually seems to have improved a lot, and the number of hands-on times has also decreased a lot.
But also just looks. In fact, it just changed to a more diverse form.
Jin Linkun grabbed the mineral water bottle that was smashed at the precise point, unscrewed the bottle cap and went around it, patted the back of the man who started coughing without saying a word: "Take care of your throat... Drink some water?" Yu Sheng supported He shook his head and pushed the water that was handed over to one side.
"Half a month is fine." This man has come to the study room for more than ten times under various excuses. Yu Sheng took two exercise books and suppressed his cough: "Sleep your sleep." Jin Linkun circled him, jaw dropped. Put it on her boyfriend's shoulder: "I'll make you some pear soup?"
Teacher Yu thought that Mr. Jin, who had just come back from a flight, might want to burn his kitchen.
Jin Linkun just flew to Manhattan, and during the meeting, he found that Yu Sheng suddenly changed his habit, from making video calls to sending messages. After asking several times, I couldn't get it out. Finally, I tried to figure out what was going on from the director of the education department. Yu Sheng couldn't understand how he and the director of the education department established the friendship between generations: "Why do you have a friend of the director of the education department?"
"I water him every day and let him steal energy." Jin Linkun finally found a game that suits him. He is very pleased: "The chickens he raised can still come to my farm to eat feed." Yu Sheng: "… "
You can't even tell who is out of the three.
Jin Linkun smiled and rubbed his head: "Is this better?" Yu Sheng was distracted when he talked to him, and when he was asked, he realized that he really didn't cough much for a while. Jin Linkun retracted his arms, and the arm around his shoulder added a little more strength, and directly asked people to lean on his shoulder.
He deliberately checked the information, and the lung meridian was blocked when lying down at night when he coughed. As long as he sat up, it would be relieved to some extent. Yu Sheng is used to not taking his body seriously, and he hasn't had a good rest these days. Since no one is watching him, it is estimated that the medicine is eaten every meal according to fate.
Jin Linkun lowered his head and bit his ear gently: "Don't tell me if you're uncomfortable?" The heat in his ear made his shoulders slightly tense, Yu Sheng ducked his head sideways, and made two marks on the page , didn't take it seriously: "What kind of discomfort is this." The words fell, and the shirt on his body had been lifted.
… in broad daylight. Seeing that Jin Linkun's hand was open and poking into his clothes, Yu Sheng sat upright subconsciously: "Don't make trouble—"
He couldn't hold back his cough as he spoke in a hurry, Yu Sheng propped up against the edge of the table, and noticed that the hand that had penetrated into his clothes was pressing down on him when he was coughing. "That's it." Jin Linkun adjusted his strength and angle, "Does it still hurt?"
Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then put down his pen and looked sideways. Jin Linkun was still looking for the right strength, holding him with one hand, changing places earnestly, the warm warmth in his palm seeping out. Mingming stayed up late to catch a flight, and I couldn't hide my tiredness, and I didn't mean to go to bed first after jet lag.
Yu Sheng squeezed the pen in his hand, but still couldn't hold back, and drew a watch on his arm.
…
Jin Linkun felt that in this case, he should teach his boyfriend a lesson. Yu Sheng was still thinking about where the last second hand should be drawn, when a warm touch touched his lips, he turned his head subconsciously, and was kissed firmly.
Yu Sheng felt better when he had a cold. He was afraid of infecting him, so he withdrew: "Cold." Jin Linkun was a little disappointed: "Didn't you say it's okay to infect me?" "Wake up." Yu Sheng reminded him, " Pathogen transmission route, you have it in high school."... Jin Linkun opened a new set of love words guide that he just got from his good friend Liang Yifan, and regretfully crossed out the first one,
There is a twelve-hour time difference in Manhattan, and I ran back as soon as I got off the plane. I have been coughing badly after lying down for the past two days. Yu Sheng couldn't sleep, but he didn't plan to let this person stay up late with him: "You go to bed first, I'll find you later." Read the second article of the guide: "No, I only have you in my world, I can't sleep without you."
Yu Sheng felt that if he hadn't had the strength to cough, he might have been able to carry the man back directly, throw it on the bed and tie it up. By the way, put a piece of cloth in your mouth.
Jin Linkun turned around for a long time and met his gaze. He couldn't help but chuckle softly. He threw away the phone and rubbed his boyfriend's head: "I came back to accompany you, don't bombard me." His voice was soft. When he came down, it fell very softly beside his ear, and unconsciously added a bit of inexplicable low magnetism.
Yu Sheng's hand holding the pen stopped, simply put down what was in his hand, and got up. Jin Linkun raised his head: "What are you doing?" "Accompanying your boyfriend." Yu Sheng cleared his throat, "Sleep."
Before Jin Linkun could react, he was dragged back to the bedroom by Yu Sheng. Both of them have washed up, but Yu Sheng's body still smells clean and smells good. I don't know what the difference is in the ingredients. Jin Linkun encircled the person and lay down, took the person into his arms with one hand, and gently smoothed his back.
Yu Sheng felt uncomfortable lying down, and Lai was still trying his best to press down, but when he touched him like this, all his previous successes were lost. Jin Linkun was slammed into the chest by him, and before he had time to hug him, the man in his arms was already coughing violently again.
"This can't be done..." Jin Linkun raised his shoulders and patted his back one after another, "Take a day off tomorrow?" Yu Sheng finally suppressed his breath: "There will be a sports meeting tomorrow." Are you going?" Yu Sheng: "..."
Although the director of the education department and this person did not know how to establish a certain friendship through some messy game, Yu Sheng still had good reasons to think that if the director found out that their class leader was Jin Linkun, he would probably raise their school's axe sculpture to go The scythe that slashed the brother's high school next door.
But Jin Linkun obviously thinks this is a good solution, and even a little excited: "What time is tomorrow?" "Eight thirty." Yu Sheng rubbed his forehead, "Don't make trouble, I'll take another cough medicine——" Jin Linkun Very confident: "I will, I also have this in high school."... Although her boyfriend's willingness was very active, Yu Sheng still did not give him the opportunity to trigger a new round of war between the two schools, and rejected Mr. Jin's self-recommendation for the temporary substitute class teacher. .
After flying for half a day overnight, Jin Linkun was sure that he really had nothing to worry about, so he rested with someone in his arms for a while, and fell asleep without being able to hold back. When he slept until midnight, he vaguely noticed that Yu Sheng sat up with support.
Jin Linkun opened his eyes keenly, and groped for it, but before he could reach the familiar temperature, Yu Sheng's hand was already clasped. "It's alright." Yu Sheng sat on the head of the bed and put a hand on the top of his hair, "You sleep."
His health has always been very good. He had a fever once in the summer camp in high school, and he didn't even have any minor problems after that. This time, I was a little careless. I didn't take it seriously for a few weeks, and I caught up with the seasonal flu, so I just hit the trick. It's not a big problem, it's just annoying. I had a sore throat from coughing, couldn't sleep at night, and was hoarse during lectures during the day.
This time, the distance between the two of them was a little far away, and Yu Sheng wanted to keep him from worrying, but he couldn't hide it. The momentum of Jin Linkun's return was very sensational, making Yu Sheng feel that he might be locked up, tied with drugs and rested, but this person tossed for a long time, it turned out to be to accompany him to sleep.
Yu Sheng even wondered if he had done something particularly impressive when he passed out from the burn, and left a psychological shadow on Jin Linkun.
"Still cough?" Jin Linkun stretched his arms and sat up: "Sit better? Lean against me and chat with you for a while." Yu Sheng glanced out: "In the middle of the night—" Jin Linkun obeyed and said: "Lean on me , chat with me for a while."... After being together for so many years, the level of this person's lack of beating has reached its peak.
It was really uncomfortable for Yu Sheng to lie down. He was pulling him against his body, and his back was covered by Wen Wen's body temperature. He couldn't hold back and coughed twice. "..." Jin Linkun wrapped his arms around his shoulders: "Is it so real? It's all about me hugging you on TV..." Yu Sheng couldn't hold back and laughed: "It's much better." He leaned back On Jin Linkun's shoulder, resting on his neck, his short hair rubbed lightly twice unconsciously.
After graduating, Yu Sheng never had such a heart-warming little gesture. Jin Linkun pulled the corners of his mouth and folded his arms: "What are you talking about?" Yu Sheng was still not sleepy, but surrounded by his wide chest and shoulders behind his back, a particularly relaxed and sleepy look appeared instead: "You." Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows, sideways. The head kissed his eyes: "What are you talking about me?" Yu Sheng: "Which stocks did you choose this time?"
Jin Linkun: "..." The ones that my boyfriend didn't choose.
Yu Sheng's intuition does not rely on any data to analyze the market trend. Every time before Jin Linkun wants to go out, let Yu Sheng select half of the soldiers and eliminate them at random, and then choose among the rest, the effect will be very good. But no matter how you look at it, this choice is undoubtedly very awkward.
Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows, looked at him for a while, and couldn't help laughing first: "Forget it, it's useful." "It's useful." Jin Linkun was really sure about this, "Exactly, this time I avoided a few people and didn't watch it. The trap that came out..." Yu Sheng helped him occasionally, but he could understand those extraordinarily profound financial vocabulary, and after listening for a while, drowsiness still appeared unconsciously.
Jin Linkun's tone was light, and he spoke to him very patiently. Halfway through, the hand that was encircling him was suddenly grasped by Yu Sheng. Yu Sheng's hand was a little hotter than usual, Jin Linkun frowned, and before he wanted to touch his forehead, the person in his arms had already said, "Brother, I'm not feeling well." Jin Linkun was stunned.
… It doesn’t seem that hard to say. Yu Sheng leaned against his neck, raised the corners of his mouth, completely relaxed, and closed his eyes: "If you want to sleep, hold on for a while."
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Liang Yifan is a very bad old man.
"It's always played like this on TV!" Liang Yifan was also a little flustered: "Isn't Brother Sheng getting better? It's more serious? How is it now?"
Jin Linkun took Yu Sheng's temperature, fed him water and medicine, and leaned against the head of the bed with the person who was still coughing: "It's okay, low-grade fever." It was just a low-grade fever, and it was estimated that it was a complete relaxation and self-recovery of bodily functions. Liang Yifan looked at the picture in the video vigilantly: "Then why do you use this posture of sacrifice?" Jin Linkun: "..."
User DXZKA hung up on the video.
In Liang Yifan's impression, his WeChat name before the video was still "missing home and thinking of objects". The string of letters in front of him was inexplicably familiar. Liang Yifan was recalling where he had seen it. User DXZKA sent him a new message: Yu Sheng was uncomfortable.
For a moment, Liang Yifan even doubted what the previous video was for: I know! Kun, how is Brother Sheng, do you feel bad? The opposite is probably typing with one hand, and after a while, the message pops up again.
DXZKA: Not great. DXZKA: Just to tell you. DXZKA: My partner is uncomfortable, and now I know I told me. Liang Yifan: ... Liang Yifan: Ah.
Liang Yifan fell into the seven hundred and sixty-ninth deep meditation on the phone. Jin Linkun couldn't help but changed his WeChat name and put down his phone. Yu Sheng didn't sleep properly, he moved to open his eyes, but he raised his hand in time to block his eyes: "It's alright, go to sleep."
The warm light of the bedside lamp dimmed again, Jin Linkun waited for the eyelashes under the palm of his hand to stabilize again, and gently stretched the quilt up.
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The next morning, Yu Sheng really couldn't get up.
"Listen to me, take a good day, everything will be fine." Jin Linkun brought the breakfast to the bed, and rubbed his slightly sweaty hair: "The sports meeting is not strictly controlled, I will help you to watch, what's the matter? If you don't know, ask you."
If it was an ordinary class day, Jin Linkun really didn't have the confidence to help the teacher take a class. However, according to the process of speech, speech and speech at the opening ceremony of the Third Middle School Games, the requirements for teacher supervision are infinitely close to zero. Some homeroom teachers simply refused to go on the first day, so that these little bastards who were usually suffocated could enjoy their short-term freedom. What's more, Lao He and the director are still there.
Yu Sheng sat with his arms up for a while, looking like he had something to say, but he was still pushed back on the bed by Jin Linkun's slow force.
Jin Linkun was very motivated by this task. He settled the house, and without driving out, he flipped into the No. 3 Middle School from the back wall in a chic manner. As soon as I landed on the back wall, I heard a particularly stern voice: "Stop! Which class parent, who is the class teacher?!"
…
Lao He came to pick up someone again. While leading Jin Linkun back, he sighed, "I don't even dare to retire... Why didn't you report to the director of the education department?"
Jin Linkun did not expect that the school spirit and discipline of No. 3 Middle School were so strict now, so he coughed and apologized politely: "I've caused you trouble." "It's not trouble." Lao He smiled and waved his hand, "How are you two?"
Yu Sheng watched right in front of him. Like Puyu being polished little by little, the stinky boy who was so worrying at the beginning has grown into an exceptionally excellent and worthy of everyone's pride. Now it seems that the same is undoubtedly true of another brat who deceived his own students. "Very good." Jin Linkun smiled and nodded, "It will get better and better." Lao He raised his eyebrows, met his particularly clear and determined gaze, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, let's go."
Jin Linkun is very familiar with the terrain of the third middle school, and the new school building has not changed much. After asking for directions a few times, he confirmed the location of the stadium. Walking to the edge of the runway of Hongjiao, he happened to receive a message from Yu Sheng. There is an underground supermarket next to the playground, and I want to buy a box of lollipops for the students in their class.
"It's on the side, very close." Jin Linkun looked at the sign of the supermarket and sent him a voice: "Are you still coughing, do you feel uncomfortable?" "It's much better." Yu Sheng's voice was much better than last night. Clearing his throat twice, "And—"
Jin Linkun waited for a while, a little curious: "What else?" "It's okay." Yu Sheng changed the conversation, "Brother."
When my boyfriend grows up, he doesn't take soft calls anymore. Last night was a special case. Jin Linkun didn't expect to hear it for the second time so quickly: "Yes, what's wrong?"
"Look at this WeChat name." Yu Sheng was serious: "Is it like a ninth-level account that appeared overnight during summer camp." Jin Linkun: "..."
It has been five or six years, and the forums of the summer camp have been suspended and disbanded. When he came up with this WeChat name, he just casually played it, and he had long forgotten about the past. Classmate Liang Yifan just felt familiar, tossing and turning for a night, but couldn't remember where he saw it. Remembering is really troublesome.
Yu Sheng pulled back a round and was in a good mood. He told him to remember to go home for dinner and hung up the voice. ... Jin Linkun stayed in place for a while, shook his head, and laughed first.
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According to going to the supermarket to buy lollipops, Jin Linkun entered the stadium, and the team in the audience was preparing before lining up. Hearing that Teacher Yu asked for leave, the students in Yu Sheng's class hula-la gathered around. No one was in the mood to eat candy, and they were all worried: "Teacher is sick? Is it serious
It can be seen that these students have a very close relationship with Yu Sheng. Jin Linkun patiently ensured that Teacher Yu did not have a high fever or a cough that broke down, and just took a day off at home to recuperate: "I'm his friend, help him to see Look at you, you can call me Teacher Jin."
After agreeing to participate in the teacher-student mixed project competition the next day, the sports committee couldn't help worrying: "Can the teacher compete? If you can't, take a break, your health is important..." Jin Linkun felt like she was selling herself more and more deeply: " It doesn't matter, I'll help him compare." The living committee was also very worried: "Then the teacher can still take us to the daily rental house and cook us good food?" Jin Linkun: "..."
Strength is limited. Jin Linkun now finally understands what the unscrupulous little bastard said when he held back at that time. He pressed his forehead and smiled kindly at the little girl in the life committee: "I'll go back and help him recover, I think I can."
A group of students asked each and every word for a long time, and they finally let go of their hearts and reluctantly went to the team.
"Mr. Jin." The representative of their Chinese class looked at Jin Linkun curiously for a while, then compared it for a long time according to what it was, and went over quietly: "Excuse me... Are you the one above?"
Mr. Jin looked at the photo taken on the mobile phone, his eyebrows raised slightly.
He almost forgot the photo himself. I don't know what to do with the picture, but the messy person in the photo was dropped, and he was even carefully repaired until there was no trace at all, so he was the only one left.
If I remember correctly, this photo was taken when I was a sophomore in high school. He was with a group of classmates in front of the teaching building, smiling heartlessly. I still don't know what will happen in the future, who will have it.
Jin Linkun handed the phone back to him: "How did you see this?" The representative of the Chinese class touched his head: "This has always been on the teacher's desk."
When they looked at the photos, they thought they were seniors who had been taught by the teacher, and they took pictures of graduation photos from previous years, only to find that they were not students taught by the teacher, but classmates of the same level as the teacher. Just beside their teacher. They have been secretly gossiping about this person's identity for a long time. When they saw Jin Linkun today, they immediately felt familiar.
"Are you a good friend of the teacher?" The Chinese class representative held his glasses, looked at him quietly, and lowered his voice: "There is something that others don't know, we think we can tell you secretly..."
Just before the sports meeting, the class committee went to the office to work, and the class teacher took care of the meals. A group of people posted the big characters used in the queue, it was so boring, they simply got together to play Truth or Dare. Just a question asked Yu Sheng.
Representative of the Chinese class: "It's a very broad question. It asks what your long-term goal is for the rest of your life."
For a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old children, the rest of their lives are still very long, and this kind of question is really meaningless. But the wording was very special, and they couldn't help coaxing for a long time, wondering what goals and wishes Mr. Yu Sheng had for the rest of his life.
It was the first time that the representative of the Chinese class had said something like this. He couldn't help but blushed a little, raised his hand and scratched his ears, and then handed him the photo again.
"The teacher said... to make some people so happy all the time."