Don’t Talk To Me!

Chapter 84

Views:

The video ended for a long time before Yu Sheng put away his phone.

Lao He didn't tell the truth, and the students in Class 7 didn't know what to do, and scrambled in the group to grab Lao He's password red envelope.

"Happy coming of age" sentence after sentence.

Yu Sheng also grabbed a red envelope, seven yuan, and came in second. The sports committee had the best luck, but they were not happy at all, and whoever dared to mention it would have to fight with him.

No one understood his pain, the squad leader quickly banned the sports committee's words, and spread the screenshot of the red envelope amount to the entire squad.

The sports committee was heartbroken, and unwillingly poked one by one privately: cruel and inhumane! What about human nature? !

Yu Sheng looked at the amount of "11.11" and couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth. He also followed the trend and saved the screenshot and sent it to a circle of friends.

The seventh class was lively for a while before it quieted down.

Looking at Cen Rui's posture, Yu Sheng thought that he would be tied out for his birthday after twelve o'clock, but there was no movement at all, only Jin Linkun gently closed the balcony door.

"The rest have to arrive during the day, and the latest one is at 11:30 noon."

Jin Linkun pulled his hand and pointed to himself: "Ten minutes from the station, five minutes to wash up, my task is to let you sleep until at least eleven thirty-five."

"..." Yu Sheng was amazed at the strict time concept of the scholars, "How many more people are coming?"

Jin Linkun didn't speak this time, leaned over with a smile, and kissed him on the temple: "Secret."

This person only remembered to keep it secret now, Yu Sheng put away the phone and wanted to speak, but was suddenly covered by the warm and melting temperature.

In October, the wind outside is already quite cool. Jin Linkun hugged him, circled him into his arms, and wrapped his coat tightly around him.

A little bit of warmth came in.

A little hot.

Yu Sheng lowered his head and glanced: "...Why did you still carry a hot water bottle."

"Miss." Jin Linkun was also a little embarrassed, "Liang Yifan's idea said that this would make it appear warmer."

But Liang Yifan's idea was to use a hot water bottle to warm his arms, then take them out and hug them.

As a result, he was sitting in the bedroom, carrying the hot water bottle, and watching Yu Sheng standing alone on the balcony through the window, fascinated by the phone.

Jin Linkun coughed lightly, and with one hand, he was going to remove the hot water bottle that was destroying the atmosphere without a trace, but was held down by another hand that was a little cold, and took it over.

"I'm fine."

Yu Sheng took the hot water bottle and shook it in the palm of his hand: "The teacher in our class gave us a coming-of-age ceremony just now."

Jin Linkun surrounded him and listened quietly.

Yu Sheng lowered his head and pursed his lips.

There seems to be a lot to say, but it seems that nothing can be said.

I only know that the heart is full, the chest is full, there is a lot of real warmth and power in places that even I can't see, which protects him until now, and can also support him to continue going down for a long time.

"elder brother."

Yu Sheng closed his eyes, buried it in his neck, leaned quietly for a while, and suddenly said, "Our teacher just gave me a piece of stars."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Half an hour later, Jin Linkun hugged the sleeping boy into his arms, and sent a message to a group of people in the living room with one hand: What other birthday gifts, urgent.

Jin Linkun: Their teacher gave away all the stars.

A group of academic bullies have exhausted all their imaginations on this matter, and when they got this bad news, the collective atmosphere froze for a moment.

Kong Jiahe: Did you send it all? Do you want to discuss with them, for example, they send the Ursa Major, you send the Orion constellation...

Liang Yifan: Give it up, God Kun, the destiny is hard to break.

Cen Rui: So let's just go with the most standard routine, give you to Brother Sheng, and let Brother Sheng hold you to sleep every day. Anyway, what Brother Sheng likes most is you, and no one else can give it away.

Ding Zhengjiao: Our English teacher said, don't underestimate the routines, routines are the most effective, just like English composition, you write according to the routines, 90% of the results are better than your own divergent thinking.

Jin Linkun was very worried: but we are sleeping together now.

"Brother Sheng's adult preparatory team" was quiet for a moment, and Liang Yifan sent a message: Kunshen.

Jin Linkun:

Cen Rui answered it skillfully: you look out from the crack of the door, we are shining.

Yu Sheng thought it would be a tough job to sleep until eleven o'clock. When he lay down, he was still thinking about how Jin Linkun would use to ensure that he could sleep for ten hours, but when he woke up, it was almost noon.

Safe and secure, not a single dream.

The group of people who had to cuddle in the living room yesterday were gone, and Jin Linkun was the only one left, who followed him to wash up every step of the way, and was still trying to ask him what else he wanted.

"Don't hide, I see the blindfold in your hand."

Yu Sheng wiped his face and put the towel back: "It's better for me to wear it myself, if I'm not prepared, I might accidentally throw you out."

Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose and coughed lightly: "Friend, actually—"

The voice fell, and the doorbell rang just in time.

Guessing where this group of people was going to take him blindfolded, Yu Sheng didn't care, he opened the door in the past, and was suddenly covered with golden paper by the streamers coming in.

"Look, I said let God Kun take a blindfold to distract Brother Sheng, it's definitely easy to use!"

Cen Rui happily hugged the cake, got into the living room a few steps, and placed it on the table prepared earlier, "Friends, do it!"

Most of the classmates in the group were crowded at the door, and a few were still carrying their schoolbags, hula-la and entered the door, stuffing the things in their hands into his pockets.

Yu Sheng shook his head. Seven or eight kinds of gifts had already been stuffed into his arms, and the colorful shredded paper ribbons held golden flowers, and they fluttered down.

They didn't go anywhere, and a group of students who had arrived on the early bus crowded into their house.

The bright vitality of the young man quickly filled the entire living room.

I don't know how many times these people have rehearsed. Taking advantage of Yu Sheng's lack of reaction, he quickly took out the wind chimes and dream catchers that had been prepared earlier, and hung them all over the wall.

There are also sticky notes and small ornaments. Cen Rui took out a large figure and placed it on the back of the sofa. Kong Jiahe carefully guarded a pair of beaming porcelain dolls, looked back and forth, and hid them in the deepest part of the TV cabinet.

"Brother Sheng, happy birthday!"

Liang Yifan lost his guess at Ding Ke, so he risked his death and put a small crown made of paper on his head: "I wish you—"

He had almost forgotten the words he had prepared earlier. He cleared his throat and continued to say intuitively: "I wish you every day to have today, every year to have today..."

"..." Yu Sheng took a breath and nodded, "Thank you, it's probably fine."

I don't know who was the first to laugh out loud, but a group of people burst into laughter in a blink of an eye.

Cen Rui and the others forcibly stayed in the living room of Sheng's house for several days, and they were already very comfortable, laughing and lying on the sofa, paralyzed and followed by booing: "Every year has this day, every year has this day!"

Yu Sheng still couldn't react very well. Holding the gift in his arms, he subconsciously turned around and looked for it.

Jin Linkun stood behind him.

As soon as he met the child's gaze, his eyes behind the lenses were slightly bent, and he raised his hand and rubbed Yu Sheng's hair: "Happy birthday."

As soon as he opened his head, the rest of the voice poured in one after another.

Ding Zhengjiao pulled Xia Junhua and was busy putting candles on the cake to light. Cen Rui skillfully turned off all the lights, and Kong Jiahe dutifully pulled the curtains tightly with a clatter.

Liang Yifan whistled twice, picked up a tune, and someone started clapping and singing: "Happy birthday to you..."

Jin Linkun's voice was mixed with singing, it was low and soft, hugging him tenderly, as if whispering in his ear.

The flames jumped up.

A hand reached out, folded, and held the palm lightly.

Yu Sheng slowly held it back, let him lead him to the front of the cake, closed his eyes and stood for a while, blowing out the candle.

When the lights came on again, Yu Sheng had the time to take a closer look at what the living room had made them look like.

There are new additions everywhere, from Scandinavian to rustic Chinese. The lines of the iron ornaments sit on the horse with a kind-hearted Santa Claus, the giraffe's neck is hung with a bell tied with a red thread, and there is a framed calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, which is said to be a gift brought by Lao Wantuo.

The cake is placed on the middle table, and there are many snacks and drinks on the side.

The whole style was chosen by Jin Linkun, and the painting on it was so abstract that even Ding Zhengjiao and Xia Junhua, who were in charge of making the cake, couldn't see what it was.

"It's a pattern provided by Kunshen."

Xia Junhua sold the person without hesitation. "To be honest, the owner of the cake shop actually didn't want to do it. After finishing it, he specially reminded us not to take pictures and post them on the Moments."

Ding Zhengjiao added: "If all of us can stop posting Moments, they are willing to give us a little strawberry cake for free."

Seeing a group of people guessing whether it was a crocodile or a long-haired pangolin around the cake, Jin Linkun sat on the sofa, feeling a little disappointed: "I've been drawing for several days, doesn't it look like that?"

Yu Sheng pulled the corner of his mouth, did not speak, and sat down beside him.

In fact, he saw Jin Linkun painting, rubbing it, and revising it several times.

Didn't think it was for this.

"It's actually pretty good."

Yu Sheng patted his arm and met her boyfriend's bright eyes. The corners of her lips couldn't help but lift up: "If you painted it better, I might not have the heart to eat it."

Jin Linkun: "..."

A group of well-behaved school tyrants, even on a birthday, never thought of smashing a cake. After thinking about how to cut the cake for a long time, it is convenient to cut it. In the end, I chose the most simple cutting method, and a piece of cake was handed over with trembling hands.

Jin Linkun took two pieces and handed the piece with a whole strawberry on it to Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng usually doesn't like sweet things so much, but Jin Linkun was afraid that he wouldn't like it, so he deliberately reduced the amount of sugar. Now, watching the child bow his head and eat the cake earnestly, bite by bite, he suddenly regrets it a little.

There should be more sugar.

All these years, all trying to make up for it.

The school tyrants got together, and at first they had a good time playing Truth or Dare. Later, the three sentences were not biased to study, and it didn't take long for them to fight the recent difficult and miscellaneous problems.

A few people gathered together to argue whether analytic geometry is useful or the way to solve spatial problems. Kong Jiahe suddenly slapped the table, climbed up on the stool and stood up, and a group of people remembered to look at his cup.

Cen Rui found the culprit and shook the bottle: "Alcohol content, fourteen percent."

Xia Junhua blamed himself very much: "I was careless. Its pale pink packaging looks too simple. I didn't expect it to hide such a mystery."

Liang Yifan hugged Kong Jiahe's legs: "You guys think of a way first, the deputy team leader seems to be a little tall."

Kong Jiahe blushed and waved his arms vigorously: "You can't imagine the beauty of analytic geometry, long live analytic geometry!"

Kong Jiahe was just the beginning, more than one person had drunk too much, and the living room was in chaos.

Ding Zhengjiao didn't expect a birthday to be like this, so he apologized to Yu Sheng: "Brother Sheng, we didn't expect such an unexpected development..."

If it's normal, when you take a sip and find something wrong, you stop. It happened that they bought a bunch of drinks today, and they drank a few rounds of the big adventure just now.

Some cherry-flavored cola, Laoshan white flower snake grass water, Cen Rui and the others didn't feel at ease, and secretly mixed some soy sauce into a few bottles of cola.

I have tried all the messy flavors, and the good students who have never touched alcohol have been tricked by one after another.

Just when Ding Zhengjiao came to apologize, the two school tyrants were still rolling up their arms and sleeves to prepare for a deadly battle. People can't pull it.

Ding Zhengjiao, who was in charge of planning, didn't dare to look up, took a deep breath and wanted to apologize again, but Jin Linkun had already pulled him to the side.

Ding Zhengjiao was a little at a loss: "Brother Sheng, Kun—"

Jin Linkun made a "shush" gesture at him, and pointed at the video recorder in Yu Sheng's hand with a smile.

Yu Sheng propped up with one hand and sat on the back of the sofa lightly and skillfully, occupying a good angle of view, recording the rare scene in front of him in detail, taking time to wink at him, and the corner of his mouth raised.

Ding Zhengjiao was stunned for a while, not knowing why he remembered what Cen Rui said at that time.

It may be only in this special occasional glance that they suddenly realize that the boy in front of him, who seems to be able to carry everything for them and who seems to be more determined than everyone, is just an adult.

There will be classes tomorrow, so we can't let this group of people dance like this, otherwise more than one school will kill people tomorrow.

Maybe there are other news on the social page.

Jin Linkun waited for Yu Sheng to record enough pictures, so he pulled a few people who were still sober to pack up the drinks, poured another drink for his children to quench their thirst, and helped a few school tyrants who were fighting to the death simply sentenced the paper.

"Just take a nap, it's still too late to catch the late bus, the big deal is to just throw a bucket of water and wake up."

Liang Yifan has also drank alcohol a few times before. He is more experienced, and took over the heavy responsibility to take charge of the overall situation: "Help Brother Sheng clean up the house, don't make a mess, have a sense of beauty, and don't destroy the overall style."

No styling at all.

Everyone moved very neatly. They finally piled up a few drunk schoolmasters on the sofa. They rolled up their sleeves to help put together the snack bags and the empty cake tray. .

"Do you still want it?" Cen Rui carried a large bag of ribbons. "What's the use of this thing?"

Xia Junhua still didn't know what to do, and patted him on the shoulder: "Keep it, maybe another two months later, which lucky little friend will celebrate his birthday..."

Yu Sheng was not used to watching a group of people busy, and tried to help a few times, but was pushed back together.

"It's hard to be kind, let everyone show their strength again."

Jin Linkun judged the paper, glanced at two ticks, and patted the back of his hand with one hand, "Do you still want to eat cake?"

The cake bought is actually not small, but there are many people who come, and there are not many shares.

Jin Linkun was still thinking about whether to go out and look for it for a while, and then buy a special cake for the children and come back. Yu Sheng had already shaken his head, picked up the bottle of wine on the table that had been poured over many people, and studied it back and forth for a while.

"This won't work." Jin Linkun was startled and raised his hand to stop him, "This is much higher than the beer, so it won't necessarily cause any effect..."

"I know." Yu Sheng nodded, put the bottle of wine on the table, and turned the bottle in a direction, "You look at it from this angle."

Jin Linkun thought that it was fourteen degrees from any angle, and just as he put down the pen and was about to raise his head, his movements suddenly paused.

"Brother." Yu Sheng sat beside him, "Do you think it looks like the drink you poured me just now, peach flavored."

The author has something to say: Brother Sheng: Hiccup.