The kid is so decisive.
Jin Linkun was stunned for a long time at the hand that was thrown back. He couldn't help feeling sad for a while, and then he readjusted his mood with a handful of candy stuffed by his roommate, and happily peeled one off and stuffed it into his mouth.
The venue for the bonfire party is on the large playground on the edge of the campus, and many people have already arrived.
"Damn it, is it so environmentally friendly now?"
Xia Junhua couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking at the red cloth on the ground blown by the electric hair dryer, "Bonfire - party?"
"Understand, N University does not allow open fires, and their school buildings have cultural preservation buildings."
Ding Zhengjiao was already surprised when he came to the site before, and in turn comforted his classmates: "The degree of simulation is quite high. We sit in a circle and the effect is the same..."
Cen Rui held up the camera and followed the filming all the way, his heart ached: "It's not the same at all, I've planned for everyone to have a barbecue together!"
"Barbecue at a bonfire party, will everyone hug each other and say goodbye while holding a skewer?"
Liang Yifan shook his hands twice in front of the camera and patted his shoulder: "Be mature, night elves, this is the happiest summer camp I have ever attended, and I don't want it to become the most sandy one in my memory. ."
A group of people walked to the venue of the bonfire party together. Lao Wan was already waiting by the "fire" of the seven groups, looking a little lost.
The ground was empty, and there was no sign of delicious food at all.
Under the strong encouragement of a group of people, Cen Rui leaned over and asked Kong Jiahe, the deputy team leader: "Old Kong, what's the delicious food?"
Teacher Wan didn't say that he couldn't speak, and Kong Jiahe reported truthfully: "Teacher thought we were a real campfire party, and specially ordered raw meat and vegetable skewers, as well as sauces..."
Liang Yifan: "..."
Ding Zhengjiao: "..."
Cen Rui and the mature teacher Wan have a common language and can't help but stand up: "Yes! How about we secretly light a fire—"
Halfway through speaking, the vice president of N University happened to pass behind him. Ding Zhengjiao and Xia Junhua were quick-witted, covering his mouth and pressing him down.
The dream of grilling kebabs and singing songs failed to come true. In order to comfort Lao Wan, seven groups of students deliberately pooled money to order a barbecue.
A large bag of barbecue, a large bag of various beverages, and also iced cola and beer. As soon as it was placed on the plastic sheet, the seven groups were so excited that they fried the pot.
A group of people were so hungry that they rushed to devour their food, and the atmosphere that they thought would be extremely sad was also diluted by most.
Liang Yifan, as the classmate who didn't want this summer camp to lose his style the most, grabbed the most aggressively, holding a string of roast beef tendon in one hand, and hid it vigorously behind the two bosses.
Jin Linkun is tall and has long arms, so he has an advantage in the activity of grabbing strings. While inserting a needle into the seam, he took out two strings of enoki mushrooms and stuffed them into his roommate's hands, while continuing to aim at the next target: "Friend, what else do you want?"
Yu Sheng sat on the plastic sheet he had laid out earlier, watching him rushing to grab food with a group of people, he couldn't help pulling the corner of his mouth: "Beer."
"… "
In order to retaliate for his roommate's childish behavior, Jin Linkun decided to grab two bottles of Shuangwaiwai with cartoon puppies for him.
The crowd was lively and lively, and in the unusual appetizing meat and spices, the seven groups of painting styles were clearly distinguished from the entire summer camp.
"This description is inappropriate." Xia Junhua held his chin and pointed it out, "Strictly speaking, we should be isolated."
The positions of the groups that were originally evenly distributed have changed dramatically. The fires around the seven groups have been neatly removed, and no member of the other group can be seen within a five-meter radius.
The three-hour theatrical performance, plus the afternoon of the previous rehearsal, most people have been hungry since lunch. Now hooked by the seductive aroma, everyone's mood to say goodbye to each other is completely gone, and their stomachs are screaming frantically.
…
"To be honest, I don't think the other groups are looking at us in the right way."
Cen Rui held the meat skewer in his mouth and held the camera to observe remotely: "We have to be careful and protect our meat skewers, maybe they will be robbed in a while."
"If you look closely, you will find that we no longer have meat skewers."
Liang Yifan was the first to eat and drink, slumped on the grass, and rubbed his stomach contentedly: "This is my favorite summer camp..."
Xia Junhua was a little stunned by his renegade: "Don't you think it's such a sand sculpture?"
"It doesn't matter." Liang Yifan hiccupped, and looked up at the stars with his arms on his back: "To be honest, I don't have any thoughts other than wanting to stay here and not leave."
His voice is not high, but everyone around him can hear it clearly.
Cen Rui has been joking and playing tricks, holding up the camera to record one segment and another for a while, when he heard his words, he stopped, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
Ding Zhengjiao clutched a can of fruit beer and sat for a long time in a daze, then suddenly grabbed Kong Jiahe next to him, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Lao Wan rubbed his head with his hands to comfort him. Kong Jiahe's reaction has always been half a beat slower than others. After being rubbed his head for a long time, he suddenly reacted ignorantly, opened his mouth, and raised his head with red eyes: "Mr. Wan, tomorrow we will be there. have they gone?"
Lao Wan shares his school with him, and patted his head lovingly: "Yes, then I'll go back to school the day after tomorrow to check your summer homework."
"… "
Xueba Kong Jiahe's sadness paused for a while, then immediately lowered his head and flipped through the homework list for this summer vacation.
Seeing that the atmosphere was still unavoidably suppressed, Lao Wan put down the roasted leek in his hand and patted his hand lightly.
The other groups were going crazy with hunger, and they had already completed the farewell ceremony very neatly. They rushed to the night market for food, leaving only three or two groups of bonfires lit.
The playground was much quieter than before, and the moonlight washed the night slightly cool.
Liang Yifan wiped his eyes hard, sat up, and listened carefully.
In the camera lens, the faces are still clean and green, sitting extremely compactly.
Lao Wan sat up straight: "Everyone almost knows that our summer camp is coming to an end. You are about to go back to your respective schools to usher in your last year of high school life."
After finishing his official speech, he looked at the red eyes of the students, and his expression softened: "Actually, when this summer camp started, I was still thinking about what kind of month it would bring you."
"The camp said that we should urge everyone to experience the tense atmosphere of senior three in advance, mobilize the enthusiasm for sprinting in advance, and make adequate preparations for the college entrance examination a year later."
Lao Wan smiled and said, "But later I found out that all the good kids in our group, except that learning is a little scary, so there is no need to supervise them."
The lamp incident at the beginning of the summer camp was widely circulated, and everyone's impression is still very clear. Hearing what Lao Wan said, many people couldn't help but chuckle.
"Actually, we guessed it later." Ding Zhengjiao rubbed his eyes vigorously, "The combination of work and rest that Kunshen said at the time must be your idea..."
"Do you all know?" Jin Linkun couldn't help but look at his roommate, "Then why did I still see that everyone wanted to hit me?"
Yu Sheng said concisely: "Because it has nothing to do with work and rest, everyone just wants to hit you."
"… "
Seeing that the students were laughing all over again, Lao Wan couldn't help laughing along and nodded: "So then I thought, maybe you need more than just studying."
"You may have a lot of hard work in the next period of time. Students who are recommended to recruit themselves will have to interview for exams, students who are competing should work hard, and students who are preparing for the college entrance examination should also start to prepare for sprint review."
"I think maybe this month can add something different to your hard, hard year."
Lao Wan patted the heads of the two boys next to him and smiled: "This kind of thing may not help your grades too much - but in the next time, when you feel too hard and tired, or you are lost and lost, you will be unable to support it. You might be tempted to think about it when you’re there.”
"You are all good children. The more good children you are, the more pressure you have to bear and the more hard work you have to pay."
"You can come back and find it whenever you need it."
The night wind is cool, and the stars are quietly filled with light.
I don't know who was the first to choked out, and the boys and girls who were still very face-saving and had to secretly wipe their tears and wiped their eyes also burst into tears one after another.
The invisible pressure, the confusion and tension of the senior year, the countless sleepless nights of hard work to maintain the ranking, the expectations of parents and teachers, and my own ideals and unwillingness.
All the depression and anxiety, tension and confusion, turned into tears, and they were vented to the fullest.
Cry well and happily, and then go back and continue to work hard, and continue to grit your teeth step by step.
Climb over this mountain, see the scenery you want to see, and grow into what you want to be.
That night, the seventh group was the last to leave in the entire playground.
Lao Wan sent the classmates to the door of the dormitory, smiled and patted one by one on the shoulders: "Okay, you are not allowed to cry again when you go back. Don't look at it hard now, when you go to college and start your life, look back at the college entrance examination. Just like in a previous life..."
The girl who was still wiping her tears sniffed and raised her head: "Teacher, will the future life be different from now?"
"It's different."
Lao Wan was very patient and smiled: "There are so many things to experience in life, and learning is just one of the stops."
His voice was very light, but he seemed very serious: "You have to keep moving forward, you may encounter some new troubles, gain some new happiness, you may find the place you really want to stay, and meet someone you really like. people… "
He didn't speak in a hurry, his eyes fell on everyone, and he laughed again: "Okay, now for you to have lush hair in your future life, go back to sleep quickly."
The eyes of a group of boys and girls with red eyes lit up again. They couldn't help laughing together. They rushed to wave to Lao Wan, and went upstairs to the dormitory together.
The door of the two tied for second has been guarded by a lot of people waiting to write the classmate record.
Jin Linkun dragged Yu Sheng to write a classmate record together. The characters must be beautifully written and must be beautiful. Long Feifeng danced and wrote wishes in cursive.
Everyone who held Xue Shen's handwriting found Yu Sheng's side again, begging Brother Sheng to add a translation.
Yu Sheng was tired of writing and kicked his stool: "Can you write well?"
"Doesn't it look good?"
Jin Linkun was still concentrating on his brushwork, and when he kicked him, he wrote a lot of words: "This is Zhang Xu's cursive style, I have been practicing for a long time."
Yu Sheng directly handed over the classmate record in his hand: "What is this word?"
"… "
Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose: "Friend, do you know everything except this word?"
Cursive calligraphy pays attention to continuous strokes and freewheeling. Yu Sheng is used to seeing the illustrations of this person's stream of consciousness, and can basically guess: "Pengcheng Wanli, what is the limitless before? Cheng or way?"
Jin Linkun: "The way."
Yu Sheng frowned: "Where are you going?"
Jin Linkun wrapped his shoulders around him, leaned over, and drew a stroke with breathless concentration below.
…
Afterwards, all the students who were eager to learn the spirit of the gods all received the well-recognized Xingkai gift from Kunshen Junba.
The seven groups of classmates recorded at the end, and both of them wrote seriously. Jin Linkun wrote a lot for everyone, and some of them even attached paper.
Yu Sheng finished writing here for a long time. He took a shower and came out. Seeing that he was still working hard, he couldn't help but go over and read: "Are you writing a love letter?"
"No way." Jin Linkun was dumbfounded and made a typo, "If I want to write a love letter, I also write it for you."
The seven groups get along day and night, and almost everyone has come to ask questions, and he knows most of the directions that others are good at and not good at. Some suggestions for the most suitable direction for improving your grades in the next few months can also save a lot of wasted time by going the wrong way.
Jin Linkun was checking the name of the person, his thinking jumped out of the answer again before his reason, and when he realized that the dormitory seemed to be extraordinarily quiet, he had finished speaking smoothly.
His pen stopped unconsciously, his throat moved slightly, and his heartbeat suddenly beat like a drum.
Yu Sheng was standing behind him, very close, and his shadow fell on his desk, and he could even sense the youth's particularly clean aura.
Jin Linkun clenched his pen and opened his mouth, but was unable to speak immediately.
In fact, it's not difficult to explain, joking, joking, no matter what you say, you can just talk about it.
But he didn't seem to be able to do anything.
The thoughts that have been suppressed countless times, each time they are pressed, they will be more turbulent and more difficult to control than the last time they counterattack.
Jin Linkun lowered his head, looked at Yu Sheng's shadow on the table, and counted his heartbeat.
He felt as if he was out of breath.
…
I don't know if his roommate would be willing to give him artificial respiration if he couldn't breathe.
The more nervous the mind, the more active it is, and the thoughts that run off the leash don't know where to fly for a moment. Jin Linkun tried his best to gather his thoughts, his shoulders were tensed with difficulty, he wanted to turn around, but he couldn't move for some reason.
Only before entering the dormitory door, Lao Wan's phrase "find the place where you really want to stay and meet someone you really like" repeated in his mind over and over again, and it became clearer and clearer.
That's all.
No matter if you admit it or not, think about it clearly, what the consequences are, after all, this is the case.
The dormitory was quiet for too long, Jin Linkun opened his mouth, trying to force himself to say something, but the shadow cast on the table suddenly moved.
Yu Sheng turned around and went back to his bed.
Jin Linkun slowly clenched the pen in his hand, closed his eyes, and suddenly began to regret it.
What if Yu Sheng doesn't want to
Jin Linkun knows Yu Sheng's character well. If Yu Sheng is unwilling, the only thing he can do is roll as far away as possible.
But the children's home is so deserted. If you are alone, how will you spend the next year
If you don't say it, no matter what the reason is, you can find a way to touch the door, even if you are squatting at the door and guarding people, you can follow him.
But now there is no such opportunity for easing.
If he didn't say it, his little friend would still have someone to accompany him no matter what.
Now this choice has become Yu Sheng's.
The more Jin Linkun thought about it, the more he couldn't sit still. He took a deep breath. He was trying to make a joke to interrupt the past, but Yu Sheng had hurriedly turned around and slapped a blank piece of paper in front of him.
Jin Linkun was stunned, hesitated for a while, then raised his head gently.
"… you write."
Yu Sheng's ears were red, like words forced out of his throat, his clenched fists loosened, and he threw a key on his table.
"I can't read your broken words. I'm done... read it to me."