After Yu Sheng said that he was going to leave, he turned around and was grabbed by Jin Linkun's wrist.
There were people walking around outside the door, while others were busy packing up.
On the last day of the summer camp, no one was in the mood to go to bed early, and the clear and lively voices came in through the door panel.
His hearing suddenly became much sharper than usual, the second hand moved forward one frame after another, the sound of breathing was a little rapid, mixed with the intense heartbeat of someone who didn't know who it was.
Jin Linkun raised his head and looked at him.
The child's ears were all red, the corners of his lips were pursed tightly, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he seemed ready to beat him at any time.
But the hand he was holding had no intention of making a move at all.
He didn't even exert any strength, his fingers were loosely folded, and his wrist bones were slightly convex, pressing against his palm.
Kind of... nice.
Jin Linkun pulled him, his Adam's apple rolled gently: "Yu Sheng."
Yu Sheng pursed his lips: "Have you finished writing this?"
"… This is written."
Looking back at the white piece of paper on the table, Jin Linkun turned around quickly, picked up the pen and was about to start, paused at the tip of the pen, then bent down and rummaged in the drawer.
Yu Sheng couldn't help but ask him, "What are you looking for?"
"Pencil." Jin Linkun turned over the drawer, got up hastily, and searched layer by layer on the bookshelf, "Wait for a while, I'll draw a horizontal line, I have to make a draft, you-wait for me a little..."
He seemed to have never been so nervous before, and he kept talking about it unconsciously.
Yu Sheng looked at him for a while, lowered his eyelashes, and pursed the corners of his mouth helplessly.
Jin Linkun buried his head in search for a long time, finally pulled out a broken wooden pencil from a corner, picked up a knife to sharpen it, and then raised his hand and was taken by the other hand.
Yu Sheng didn't speak, just pulled up a stool and sat down beside him to sharpen his pencil.
The slender fingers are stable and powerful, and the wood flower blooms on the blade, mixed with a little bit of fine graphite powder, and falls down.
The boy bent down slightly, the shirt that had not been changed tucked up his neatly narrow waistline, his eyelashes drooped, and his eyes fell silently on the pencil.
Jin Linkun called him softly: "Yu Sheng."
His tone was different from usual, Yu Sheng couldn't help frowning slightly, the knife in his hand paused, and continued to sharpen the tip of the pencil: "Why?"
"I-"
Jin Linkun stopped abruptly, and after a while, he continued to say, "Can you teach me how to cook?"
Yu Sheng was a little puzzled: "Why learn this?"
Jin Linkun smiled lightly, with an uncomfortably expression on his face: "My family—my family may have a child."
"Children's stomachs are not good. If they don't eat, they are easily hungry and hurt, and they don't want to do it themselves."
He listened to his heartbeat and continued: "I can sleep with him, study with him, and talk to him when he is in a bad mood. I can help him fight, and I can go over the wall with him, together with him. You can practice the piano and play with all four hands.”
"But I can't cook yet."
Jin Linkun lowered his eyes, and clenched his empty right hand lightly: "I think, if he wants to sleep in one day... I have to kiss him, put him back in the quilt and sleep, get up and give him something delicious to eat. "
After he finished speaking, the room fell silent again.
This time, even the sound of breathing stopped, only the thumping heartbeats scrambled and overlapped, making a thunderous sound.
Jin Linkun was a little nervous, and instinctively said: "I can't cut shredded potatoes well. I'm afraid that if I don't do well, he can't help but beat me—"
"It's alright." Yu Sheng interrupted him, "If you stop at the sentence just now, it's actually quite touching."
"… yes?"
Jin Linkun was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but blame himself: "I should still make a draft..."
Yu Sheng couldn't help but raised the corner of his lower lip, and immediately tensed up, throwing the sharpened pencil back to him: "Okay, hit it."
The pencil has been sharpened for a long time, and it is half shorter than before, and it can be completely wrapped with one hand.
Jin Linkun actually turned back, holding the small pencil end awkwardly, ready to make a draft.
Yu Sheng stood behind him and watched him carefully check the paper and write the words he just said neatly, stroke by stroke, and suddenly closed his eyes a little hastily.
Jin Linkun had only written half a line, and felt a chill on his neck, so he took the towel on the table by conditioned reflex: "Is your hair still dry? Come here, I'll wipe it for you—"
He paused in his voice and stood up slowly.
…
The boy's shoulders were still tense, and the whole person struggled hard, and it took a lot of effort to rub it into his arms.
Jin Linkun hugged him, rubbed his back and lowered his head tentatively: "Yu Sheng."
Yu Sheng closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath and put it on his shoulder: "You have to dare to say—"
"I'm crying." Jin Linkun spoke in time and circled him in his arms, "I'm so happy."
Seeing that this person has actually developed the ability to run, jump, and take the initiative to take the pot, Yu Sheng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and the intense pain that suddenly rose in his chest was comforted little by little in his warm embrace.
He leaned on Jin Linkun's chest and shoulders, relaxed a little, raised his hand and pulled him: "brother."
The child suddenly softened, almost making Jin Linkun think that he had brought back the little dinosaur's clothes by accident.
Jin Linkun slowed down, adjusted his posture slightly, and stroked his hair: "What's wrong?"
"I don't know—" Yu Sheng's voice was very soft, "I don't know what my family should do, I forgot."
Jin Linkun's chest shrank, and he subconsciously tightened his arms: "No, Yu Sheng, listen to me—"
"you teach me."
Yu Sheng didn't listen to him, lowered his gaze, clenched the little fabric on his cuff, and his knuckles were faintly white: "Don't worry, I'll learn."
Jin Linkun's eyes suddenly became hot, and he couldn't continue.
He added some strength, hugged the man in his arms, and held Yu Sheng's hand and closed it: "I'm not in a hurry, you don't need to learn this."
Yu Sheng's shoulders trembled lightly, and raised his head to look at him.
The black and white eyes were terribly clean, Jin Linkun bent his index finger and lightly touched the tip of his thick eyelashes.
"I'm here."
Jin Linkun smiled at him, and rubbed the little boy who didn't even know how to blink when his eyelashes were touched: "you've learned it all, so I can't fool you."
Yu Sheng: "…"
Two minutes later, Jin Linkun, who was forced to write another inspection and reflected on his confession where he had been kidnapped, faced two blank sheets of paper and tried to explain: "My friend, I just wanted to make you laugh."
Yu Sheng was in a good mood, sitting at the table with his arms folded, and watching him write with the corners of his mouth up: "I laughed, you wrote yours."
"… "
Jin Linkun resignedly grabbed another piece of paper, and continued to compare with the ruler, making horizontal lines one by one.
His kids laughed so well.
Realizing his newly added prefix, Jin Linkun's heartbeat was still unsatisfactory. He touched his elbow and called him softly, "Yu Sheng."
Yu Sheng was peeling the candy and raised his head following the sound.
Jin Linkun held the pen in his right hand and reached over with his left.
Yu Sheng had a rare desire to eat a candy, but after seeing him so consciously, he hesitated and put the candy in the palm of his stretched out palm.
"..." Jin Linkun picked up the candy and put it to his lips: "I don't want this."
Yu Sheng took the piece of candy and raised his head: "What do you want?"
His voice didn't have the usual coldness, and the whole person looked fluffy under the warm yellow light, and the corners of his pale lips brushed against Jin Linkun's fingertips.
Jin Linkun paused involuntarily, retracted his hand, and smiled: "I want to... hold a hand."
Yu Sheng's hand was placed by the table, Jin Linkun took the initiative to go over, fished up the hand, and held it in the palm of his hand.
The fingers are interlocked, the pulp of the fingers is attached to the back of the hand, and the palms are overlapped and covered with warmth.
It is not uncommon to hold hands, Yu Sheng has long been fooled by him holding the big head son and the small head father, and he believes that the family should hold hands normally. of… "
"It's different now."
Jin Linkun held his hand, the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising, holding the hand to show him: "this is my boyfriend's hand."
…
The voice fell, and neither of them spoke again immediately.
Jin Linkun himself came back to his senses after a moment's delay. He coughed softly, put down his glasses, and clenched his hand tightly: "Friend, I—"
Yu Sheng interrupted him: "Isn't it your boyfriend?"
Looking at Yu Sheng, who had a tendency to get red in the collar along the way, Jin Linkun opened his mouth, and the joy that he realized afterward suddenly bubbled up from his chest, and the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising.
Yu Sheng lowered his head and stared at the two people's interlaced fingers, his whole body was so hot that he couldn't sit still in minutes, but he didn't want to move at all, he just wanted to keep holding it like this.
He struggled for a while, but finally couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, grabbing Jin Linkun's hand and pulling it over.
Jin Linkun relaxed and let him drag his hand to pull over. He was still studying what Yu Sheng was going to do. His new boyfriend had already closed his eyes and put his pillow on his arm.
After the summer camp ended, Jin Linkun didn't go home immediately, but sent Yu Sheng off first.
When I went there, I didn't plan to stay for a long time, so Yu Sheng didn't have much luggage with him. On the other hand, Jin Linkun's two large suitcases took a lot of effort, and together with the heavy books, they managed to drag them upstairs, and both of them were sweating from exhaustion.
Yu Sheng washed his face, threw the suitcase in the living room, and in no hurry to pack it, poured a drink for Jin Linkun, who was rooted at the door happily trying the keys: "It's been five minutes, and it hasn't been opened yet?"
"It's open." Jin Linkun was immersed in the joy of opening the door lock of Yu Sheng's house with a click, "I'll enjoy it again."
"… "
Yu Sheng walked over and handed him the drink: "You broke the lock later, I'll replace it, and you can find a way to get in."
Jin Linkun took a meal, put away the keys neatly, and drank a drink and sat in the living room with Yu Sheng.
School is about to start, and the unread messages in a row of cellphones fill the screen with Duan Lei, who has started school almost a month ahead of schedule. It looks like he will be completely destroyed by learning.
"Are you going to live here?"
After Yu Sheng replied the news, he looked up at Jin Linkun who had finished his drink: "You went to the summer camp for a month, and no one in your family is looking forward to your return?"
"… how to say."
Jin Linkun thought for a while and put down the empty cup in his hand: "I went home from an accident last year, my parents and my mother opened their arms to me, hugged me and said to me, no matter when, my parents will always believe in you, always It's your strongest backing."
Although this passage is very touching, Yu Sheng still feels that there is something in his words: "Then what?"
Jin Linkun: "Then I stayed at home for a month. My solid backing helped me pack my bags and told me to play wherever I wanted, travel or go to any winter camp training base. Don't bother them at home."
"… "
Yu Sheng couldn't hold back, and coughed several times after choking on a drink.
Familiar with the characteristics of his parents, Jin Linkun pondered for a while and added: "This time, I will go back to live for a few days symbolically, either I was forced out to live on campus, or the two of them went on a vacation to travel around the world, there would be no The third one is possible."
Listening to his description, Yu Sheng felt that he should sympathize with courtesy, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise up for no apparent reason.
Jin Linkun lowered his head and glanced at his expression, his eyes behind the lens bent down, he hugged his shoulders and bowed his head: "Are you happy?"
"No." Yu Sheng took his arm and threw it away, "I am politely expressing sympathy for your situation."
The child is now dealing with him more and more carelessly, not even hiding the smile at the corner of his mouth.
Jin Linkun couldn't help laughing, touched his hair, and went around to Yu Sheng: "The luggage is left with you, you can help me pack it up as you please."
Yu Sheng felt that he should be polite and not help, and before he could speak, Jin Linkun raised his hand and wrapped his head around the back of his head.
He bent down, his eyes were bent, pressed against the child's forehead, and his short, hard hair was covered and rubbed lightly twice: "Wait for me for two days, I will be back soon."
The warm body temperature ring covers the whole body, and the low-alcohol voice vibrates in the chest, which is unbelievably gentle.
Yu Sheng was held by him, unconsciously stunned for a few seconds.
Seeing that Jin Linkun was going to continue to grind, Yu Sheng pursed the corner of his lower lip, but finally couldn't hold back and kicked him: "Then go away."
"… "
Jin Linkun, who was simply kicked and sat on the ground, was still a little unresponsive. He raised his head in confusion, watched Yu Sheng get up without any reluctance, and went to the schoolbag on the suitcase: "Friend—"
“Having family… nice.”
Yu Sheng rummaged through his schoolbag, lowered his head, and interrupted him: "You stay with them more, explain any contradictions, don't make trouble."
Yu Sheng doesn't know what a normal family is like, but according to Jin Linkun, since he can hug his son for comfort, there should be no problem with the family's relationship.
Probably the problem is that this person is too annoying.
Jin Linkun opened his mouth, trying to explain to him that "I think when I'm not at home, and I'm annoying when I get home" is probably a common situation in most families, but he still didn't say it.
He nodded, the color of the pupil softened: "Okay."
"They—if they don't shoot you away."
Yu Sheng continued to enlighten him: "You just stay for a few more days, maybe they just say that they are annoying you, but they still can't bear you."
Jin Linkun's chest hurt slightly, and he couldn't help interrupting him softly: "Yu Sheng."
He took a few steps forward, wanting to hug his little friend and say a few words, but Yu Sheng quickly turned back and stuffed all the candy in his schoolbag into his arms.
Jin Linkunguang knew that his roommate's candy would never be finished, and there were all kinds of flavors and brands, but he never knew that there were so many.
He subconsciously raised his hand to catch it, but there were still a few that didn't hold steady, slipped from the gap between the arms, and fell to the ground.
Yu Sheng's hands were empty, he took a step back and clenched his fists slightly.
He didn't know what to say, and he didn't really want to.
It's nothing more than someone who said "I'll come back to see you in two days", but still didn't come after two days.
Then it gradually became two weeks, two months, two years.
In the end, I couldn’t find anyone to find someone. The school called and I was either perfunctory or directly hung up.
In fact, looking back, it feels like it's all over.
Back then, the boy who waited from dawn to dark, held the balcony railing tightly and refused to go back with the nanny, has grown up by himself without any disease or disaster.
It's not a big deal.
nothing to say.
"I'm very busy, and there are a lot of things to do in school. I have to go back to school, go through the day study procedures, and have to endorse."
Yu Sheng stood for a while, still didn't say anything, lowered his head, and his eyes fell on the candy Jin Linkun held in his arms.
"You stay at home for a few more days, before the candy runs out... just come."