Don’t Talk To Me!

Chapter 62

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Yu Sheng raised his head.

The light swayed the car window, folding out a faint yellow light, Jin Linkun sat beside him and looked down at him.

The heart beats clearly against the eardrums, thumping loudly.

The light at the bottom of the pitch-black eyes was clear and firm, and firmly reflected his shadow.

Yu Sheng's Adam's apple moved slightly, pursed the corner of his lower lip, and unconsciously wanted to look away.

After turning away, a hand was already on the side of the hot ear.

Yu Sheng shuddered, and he couldn't help but frown.

I don't know if Jin Linkun was too nervous, and the hand that was brought up was extremely cold and slightly damp.

Yu Sheng frowned, raised his hand and pulled his arm: "What's going on?"

"… it's okay no problem."

Jin Linkun couldn't help laughing, and lightly held down the child who was all red: "It's almost cooked, I'll cool you down."

Yu Sheng turned his head and looked at the particularly conspicuous handprint on the car window, which was covered with water vapor due to the temperature difference between the inside and outside: "..."

Jin Linkun, who was thrown back with his arms, sat in the seat, rubbed the tip of his nose and turned on his mobile phone, adding another item to the long list of "may be beaten".

It was a long way to go home from the school gate, and the bus route went around in a big circle. It took almost an hour to get close to Yu Sheng's house.

When he was about to get home, Yu Sheng suddenly moved his arm to touch Jin Linkun's hand on his side.

Jin Linkun rolled his eyes, and when he turned his wrist, he held the hand in his palm. He was about to speak when he was suddenly attracted by Yu Sheng's fingertips touching his wrist: "..."

"Excuse me, friend."

Jin Linkun couldn't quite figure out what the current process was, so he couldn't help but say, "I can ask—"

Yu Sheng concentrated on measuring his pulse: "No, shut up."

This man's heartbeat was as fast as his just now, but now it has already slowed down.

After all, I have played basketball for a few years, and my heart and lung function is actually no better than a person who has gone to the e-sports base to play games for a year.

Yu Sheng threw away his arm, looked out the window, and continued to take a deep breath to adjust his state.

Jin Linkun looked at it carefully for a while, and then almost guessed what was going on.

Children always seem to be very strong at some particularly interesting points.

Jin Linkun couldn't help pulling the corner of his lower lip, cleared his throat and leaned over, groping to hold his hand: "Change your thinking, friend, maybe you only realize now that the two of us are in love."

Falling in love is different from everything they've done before.

It's not like it's a good start, and it's not like an exam, and the dust settles after handing in the papers.

It is necessary to react little by little, to detect and adapt to all the changes in life little by little, to continue and subtly, to accept another person in the present life and all plans for the future.

Jin Linkun lowered his voice thoughtfully and comforted his little boyfriend.

Then I found that my little boyfriend seemed to be more red than before.

The bus stop is across the street from Yu Sheng's house, and when you get off the bus, you have to cross another road.

The rain stopped for a while, the wind blew so much that people could not stand, and the dark clouds like thick ink were still gathering together under the dim moonlight, and it was estimated that there would be another one after a while.

Jin Linkun managed to memorize the next route. He really wanted to find a home by himself, and insisted on leading the way.

Yu Sheng fulfilled his wish, followed behind him, and pulled the zipper to the neckline.

The jacket is Jin Linkun's, it's a bit big and very thick, and it firmly blocks the cold wind blowing.

Jin Linkun carefully looked at the vehicles on both sides of the sidewalk, and naturally reached behind him and waited for him.

Yu Sheng took a step slower than him, walked to the side of the road, and looked at the hand he reached back.

The air is exceptionally fresh after the rain, and the streets are washed clean. Vehicles on the road passed by, and the red light jumped into a green villain through the hazy fog.

Jin Linkun was waiting for him at the crossroads. There was a dense traffic of cars behind him, the green lights on the sidewalk were on, and pedestrians hurried past.

It was like a dream that had been vague before suddenly unfolded clearly in front of him, leading to a future where he had no idea what new stories would happen.

Yu Sheng followed and put his hand in his.

It wasn't until he got home that the heat on Yu Sheng's ears almost disappeared.

He actually tried to take a cold shower for a while, but was stopped in time by Jin Linkun, who grabbed the bathroom first, and now the entire bathroom is full of steam.

When Yu Sheng opened the door and handed him a towel just now, he almost thought that a Jade Pond Heavenly Group had been parachuted into his bathroom.

The rain outside began to fall again, getting heavier and heavier. The sky was so gloomy that it could even touch the ground, and the thunder and lightning flashed incessantly.

Yu Sheng changed his sleeves and lay on the bed, resting his arms on his back, touching the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

fall in love.

Jin Linkun entered the bedroom, while Yu Sheng was still fascinated by his arms.

He seemed to be very serious, and he didn't even notice when he entered the door.

I still remember the last time Yu Sheng had a fever in the rain. Jin Linkun was a little worried. He touched his forehead and shook a hand in front of him: "Yu Sheng?"

"I didn't sleep." Yu Sheng leaned on his arm, turned over, and pulled the hand on his forehead to make him sit down, "How did you tell the family?"

Having seen this bed a few times, Jin Linkun greeted the side of the bed kindly and leaned down in his direction: "Say I have found a good place, it's very comfortable to live in, the children are very cute, and they climb the wall. It only takes ten minutes to get to school."

Yu Sheng: "…"

Based on what he knew about Duan Lei and his parents, normal parents might not be able to accept this kind of reason for coming out to live.

Jin Linkun is still adjusting his posture, trying to find the most suitable way to contact this bed: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Yu Sheng rubbed his forehead, "Then your family agreed?"

Jin Linkun didn't think there was anything wrong with this sentence. He lay beside him, took the child's arm, and nodded: "They immediately put down their hearts and traveled abroad with their luggage."

Right.

Parents who can raise such a son should not be particularly ordinary parents.

With hindsight, he corrected his impression, Yu Sheng stretched his stiff shoulders and wanted to get up to take a shower, only to find that Jin Linkun was still holding his arm.

Jin Linkun was carefully looking at the furnishings in the bedroom, not knowing what to plan, but he thought so seriously that he didn't have time to let go.

Yu Sheng didn't pay attention when he got up, and he slipped his hand on his hand.

The bed was so soft that it didn't matter if you dropped it. But Jin Linkun didn't know which tendons were not right, so he suddenly recovered, and opened his arms to catch him.

The boy's bones were hard, and they slammed together, making a muffled sound.

Yu Sheng pressed the corner of his eyes, and Jin Linkun covered his shoulders, so much pain that he couldn't make a sound for a while.

"Where did you knock?"

Jin Linkun was startled, he ignored his shoulders, and hurriedly grabbed his hand covering the corner of his eyes: "Is it hurt? Let me see..."

In fact, it just hurts from the knock. If you really want to hurt, Jin Linkun's shoulder probably needs to be changed first.

Yu Sheng was pulled twice by him, moved his hand away, and blinked twice: "It doesn't matter."

He didn't take it seriously at first. Looking at Jin Linkun's unusually nervous expression, he couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, and pushed the person away by pressing his face: "Okay, I pinched it?"

It's really nothing, just knocked it and looked a little red.

Jin Linkun breathed a sigh of relief, touched the red mark, but worried, pulled him to sit up: "Don't move."

Yu Sheng also wanted to ask him what he was doing, but the person opposite had already leaned over, pressed his shoulder, and blew lightly around his eyes.

A gentle airflow brushed against the skin, a little cool.

Yu Sheng's heart jumped inexplicably, and his shoulders stretched unconsciously.

In fact, Jin Linkun didn't stay in the bathroom for a long time, he simply flushed, making the bathroom full of hot steam and came out.

The warm breath was still on his chest, and the whole person leaned over, his chest and shoulders were so warm that he couldn't help but want to close his eyes.

Yu Sheng sat on the edge of the bed, and let him carefully blow on the red spot, his palms hurt a little at the top of his fingertips.

Jin Linkun may indeed be right. It's not that he is not nervous, but his reaction is a little slower.

This love writing is so euphemistic that he can turn eight turns. When he heard the phrase "I want a child at home", his mind was a little empty, and he was directly jumped to the family part by the following content.

As a result, it took two days to remember that the prerequisite for becoming a family member and having a boyfriend is that they have to fall in love.

In fact, he has seen love, and he has also seen what love inevitably wears away in reality, and what it is like to eventually wither and wither.

This was the first lesson his parents taught him.

When he was in that private junior high school, because of his grades in the third year of junior high school diving, the school's psychological counselor talked to him twice.

He talked a lot, about the adjustment of his parents' mentality after the divorce, and about the readjustment after the trauma. He also gave him a few books to read.

Yu Sheng also turned over two books at that time.

He deliberately didn't read it carefully, and he didn't find it much in the past few years, but if he really thought about it, he could still recall what was written on it relatively clearly.