The dream suddenly stopped.
Yu Sheng lost the thought of going to sleep, propped up his arms, and went out for a while with his phone in his hands.
It's been too long since I had this dream, and there was another passionate English recitation around me. Yu Sheng paused for a while before realizing that he was no longer in the second grade classroom.
And never have to go back.
A little bit of a trance of mind fell, Yu Sheng blinked his eyes, and his eyes suddenly darkened.
A hand was in front of him.
The fingers are slender, the gaps between them are slightly open, and they are swaying back and forth.
Yu Sheng opened Jin Linkun's hand: "Why?"
He just woke up, his throat was not very comfortable, and when he opened his mouth, he realized that he was so hoarse that he couldn't help clearing it twice.
"Have a nightmare?"
Jin Linkun looked at his face carefully, changed his hand, and touched his forehead.
Yu Sheng still remembered his excuse, but he was inexplicably too lazy to move, so he ignored that hand and threw down his phone to glance at him: "Do you need my stomach again?"
Jin Linkun's hand paused, then he remembered what he was talking about, opened his mouth, and smiled: "No."
He raised his arm, the back of his hand rested between Sheng's forehead for a while, and then covered it with the palm of his hand: "Seeing that your face is not good, I'm a little worried."
His tone was calm and ordinary, and he didn't take on the usual lazy stance, which made the whole sentence seem to be spoken in earnest.
Yu Sheng unconsciously froze for a few seconds.
He didn't know if he was really a little hot, so that the warmth in that hand seemed to be less obvious, only that the strength in the palm seemed to be extraordinarily stable and quiet.
The slender fingers bent slightly along the way and pressed against his forehead.
The palm is a little softer than expected.
Yu Sheng closed his eyes, did not explode, and gently pushed the hand on his forehead away.
The temple that was still lacking in sleep ached, and together with the dream that had not yet completely dissipated, the short-lived picture flashed disorderly, and the long-forgotten memory appeared again.
After being rejected, the man's eyes were a bit meaningful, the teacher's words were hesitant before he came to the stage, and the exact same manuscript was on the podium.
Still reading his name, handed it to him along with the certificate of merit, and was taken down by someone on the stage, in front of the first-class trophy that thousands of people smashed ruthlessly.
The woman hugged the boy and comforted her in a low voice.
Familiar brows furrowed, still as if still gentle eyes fell on him.
- Aren't there already so many awards? Is it so important to take another one
- You study well and you are smart. It's easy for you, but my brother is different from you. My brother works hard and has memorized it for several days...
- Mom is not easy, why can't you understand mom
…
Yu Sheng closed his eyes.
"It's no use."
He heard his own voice, and blocked it with Jin Linkun's arm: "Save your worries, it has nothing to do with you."
Aren't there already so many awards
Didn't you say that when you get the prize, you can go home and have a meal together
What he had been working so hard to do suddenly became a meaningless joke.
He had a fever at home and no one cared about him. No one cared about his parents talking. No one cared about his family connection. He accidentally broke his wrist before going to that speech contest.
It's because he has good grades and can easily win an award, so I'll take care of him.
The man's unpredictable eyes and the broken trophy mocked him brightly, and the softly pressed puzzlement and disappointment in the woman's eyes turned into the last straw and pressed it on.
Little by little he opened her hand, took a step back, and raised his head.
For the first time, the boy's brows and eyes became cold, sinister and sharp, with thorns without temperature.
…
Yu Sheng tried his best to suppress the thoughts that came up inexplicably because he was touched on his forehead, but he couldn't succeed.
He is different from others. Everything he sees will have a picture directly imprinted in his mind. No matter what, he can remember it at a glance, and remember anything more firmly than others.
Most of the time, the picture can be managed properly, but once it churns, it will disturb him inappropriately, and there is no way to suppress it smoothly.
He really didn't know anyone else, so Yu Sheng picked out the name of the bastard around him in his tumultuous thoughts: "Jin Linkun."
He clenched his fists: "...do me a favor."
The chair next to him fell to the ground with a clatter, and the temperature immediately leaned over from a distance and pressed against his arm.
Soon, it was as if that point of temperature had been guarding not far away, and had never gone far.
Yu Sheng was silent for a while, then stretched out his hand to him: "Lend me the book."
Jin Linkun was startled: "What?"
"Book." Yu Sheng repeated, "Any book will do."
He desperately needs to watch something now, to turn his attention away from the nasty shit.
Jin Linkun was probably shocked by his request, and paused for a moment in astonishment. Before Yu Sheng opened his eyes, he handed over the book in his hand.
Yu Sheng took it and opened it.
Yu Sheng closed the book and looked at the cover.
"Correction of English Major Grade 8 True Questions"
…
Jin Linkun: "Don't like it?"
Yu Sheng was expressionless.
Jin Linkun stood up against the edge of the table, patted his shoulder, and looked around: "No problem, I can."
He left his seat and circled the room, bending over tirelessly for a while at each table.
The school gods were out on tour, and all the schoolmasters in the room instinctively sensed the oppression. The activity room was quiet for a moment, and everyone lowered their heads and took out their mobile phones.
[Learning makes me unhappy: Can I ask, is it possible that the god Kun is doing now?]
[Answering the question can’t be too fast: … take a walk?]
[Struggling for the first: Conspiracy theory, maybe it is to crush and ridicule us. Although he didn't speak, I could sense the disdain for us mortals from the slightly raised eyebrows and the corners of his mouth.]
[Combination of numbers and shapes: As expected of a liberal arts student, when I wanted to describe this scene, I could only think of the word "pale" and "pretend".]
[I love the little slider: But the central idea is probably right. Kunshen may just come to see how many low-end reference books we are reading, and by the way, when passing by, he cruelly points out the wrong questions on our paper.]
Jin Linkun only took a few steps when he found a room full of academic tyrants holding their reference books and hid them in the table.
…
This year's new senior year is indeed a lot more serious and lively than the previous ones.
The senior scholar who had taken a year off from school circled around the field for a whole week, looked at the bare table, and finally borrowed a copy of "Level 6 Vocabulary Roots + Association" from classmate Kong.
Jin Linkun returned to his seat, leaned against the table, flipped the green book in his hand, and handed it to Yu Sheng seriously.
"This is good." He was sincere, "This one also has illustrations."
Two hours later, Yu Sheng was lying on the bed in the dormitory with his head back, feeling that he might indeed be an evil spirit.
You need to buy a talisman, burn it into ashes and drink it, then cover your head and sleep.
He actually sat in the classroom and memorized the sixth grade words for two hours.
After that speech contest, he didn't read English at a glance, and his vocabulary regressed drastically without reviewing it. Most of the words actually looked quite unfamiliar.
When he didn't study at the beginning of the third year of junior high school, he still had some instinctual discomfort and tried to open the book several times.
But every time I turned the page, what jumped out with those English words was the broken trophy, and the frantic and arrogant eyes of the boy who was being guarded on the opposite side.
There were also those eyes that were a little distressed, hiding a touch of disappointment.
Yu Sheng still does not regret that he went to the stage and recited the exact same manuscript, and let the boy who stole his speech, spoke stammering Chinese English, and read the manuscript several times on the stage in the middle, his face was full of expressions. The red ground stood on the edge for five minutes.
I don't regret that I thoughtfully wished him a smooth trip abroad before we parted. In the future, if you do such shameful things, you must not be seen by others or suffer retribution by accident.
He just suddenly felt that it was unnecessary.
After the high school entrance examination, he didn't go directly to the headquarters, and just picked a high school from Linshi, which no one knew, that had never been able to participate in any provincial and municipal competitions, and half of the seats in the parent-teacher meeting were vacant.
Unsurprisingly, no one cared about him, no one came to ask him why he was so self-abandoned.
If it weren't for the two extra sums of money that would come out on a regular basis on the card, he almost forgot that he still had his parents.
…
But I don't know why, when Jin Linkun put his shoulders on his shoulders, opened a page of words and pointed to the illustrations on it, racking his brains and trying to make up a story for him, there was something stuck in his chest all the time. Suddenly loosened.
Jin Linkun went out after the event, and he didn't know where he went. The bedroom was empty and quiet, and Yu Sheng couldn't sleep, so he picked up his phone and flipped through it.
Just clicked on the update interface of the mobile game, and the dormitory door suddenly banged.
Jin Linkun dragged a heavy-looking suitcase, bumped it into the door, rubbed his upper arm and breathed a sigh of relief, then took the water cup beside the table and took two sips of water.
Yu Sheng frowned, sat up, and turned on the light: "What?"
When he went to the Great Hall, Jin Linkun took the form of identification with him. There was actually quite a lot of luggage in the dormitory. A huge suitcase was thrown under the bed and it was full.
Yu Sheng thought this was enough, but he didn't expect that there would be a second suitcase.
Jin Linkun was squatting on the ground and leveling the suitcase. Hearing this, he raised his head, rolled up his cuffs in relief, and patted the suitcase: "This time it's no problem."
Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows.
He couldn't figure out what the hell this man was doing, so he got out of bed with his arms up: "What-"
Yu Sheng: "…"
A suitcase full of books.
"A Brief History of Humanity: From Animals to God", "The Social Contract Theory", "A Brief History of Time", "Outline of Chinese History", "Crests and Valleys", "Feynman Lectures on Physics", "The Named Reactions in Organic Synthesis" Strategic Applications".
Facing Jin Linkun's confident gaze, Yu Sheng was silent for a while, then took a step back.
The part of the chest that was inexplicably loosened just now was resolutely and firmly blocked back firmly and completely.