Since the two of them were together, Yu Sheng found that his soft-heartedness became more and more inexplicable.
Even though he clearly knew that this person was starting to talk nonsense again, Yu Sheng's footsteps paused involuntarily, he couldn't throw the person down, and immediately walked out the door.
Jin Linkun is still lost. It is said that the boyfriend who wants to sing alone has turned around, dragged him over, and stuffed something into his hand.
Jin Linkun looked down and saw that it was a pen.
The traditional Parker card, with a marble blue arrow, was heavily pressed in the hand, and it was held with a little temperature.
"That word for you." The boyfriend's tone was still sharp, but his ears were a little red for some reason, "Your teacher sent a text message, saying that you couldn't help but write evenly."
Jin Linkun was slightly dumb, and he coughed lightly: "It's not that I couldn't help it, it's our teacher who asked me to publish a newspaper, and asked me to write a message to my classmates for the senior year..."
Thinking that Yu Sheng might see it when he came to their class, he seriously wrote a blackboard madness.
As a result, no one knew.
The teacher in his class felt that he couldn't hold back his pen, and the students in their class agreed that it was probably some kind of mysterious abstract art work, and some people speculated that it was a code for the communication between the god of learning and the palace of knowledge.
The idea of the secret code has spread very widely. Recently, more and more people have come to worship, and sometimes they can even pick up two bottles of Coke and a few bags of plain noodles below, which are said to be sacrifices trying to summon knowledge.
Jin Linkun felt that most of them were learning magic.
Although the misunderstanding was quite big, he didn't expect that the kid actually took this matter to heart.
The pen is so beautiful that it is easy to hold in your hand.
Thinking of the love sentences that Liang Yifan and the others shared in the space two days ago, "When you fall in love, you should use a pen", "I hold a pen like I hold you" and other love words, Jin Linkun looked at Yu Sheng's hand , moved in his heart: "Is it easy to use? You can use it for me for two days... "
"It's easy to use, I've tried it." Yu Sheng nodded, "The ink is good, no smearing or rubbing, and there is no problem in writing the answer sheet."
Jin Linkun: "..."
Boyfriends are too pragmatic and sometimes not suitable for developing a romantic atmosphere.
Yu Sheng didn't realize his romantic point at all, feeling that the birthday present should be enough to appease Jin Linkun, he pulled the person over, raised his arm and rubbed his hair randomly: "Okay, you pack up, I'll go first— "
Only halfway through the conversation, there was a slight click of the door unlocking.
There was still an hour before the flight that Ms. Li sent to her son landed, and the sound of unlocking at this time was particularly strange.
Especially the people outside the door seem to be very cautious, except for the deliberately slow and slow unlocking sound, not even the sound of conversation.
Jin Linkun instinctively opened his arms and circled people behind him: "Did you call someone here?"
"No." Yu Sheng knew that Jin Linkun's parents were coming back, so he didn't let a group of people come over to make fun, "thief?"
Jin Linkun also thought it was possible, he quickly turned off the light, and circled him behind him: "Then don't stand forward, we'll have to pay for the medical bills when it breaks."
…
Yu Sheng felt that there was something wrong with his idea.
Wanting to open, the last click of the lock cylinder unscrewed, and the door had been pushed open.
Two figures walked in from the door lightly.
Jin Linkun had just turned off the lights in the living room, but he couldn't see clearly in the dark. He could vaguely see a huge suitcase and two travel bags.
The two usually live in Sheng's house. Jin's father and Jin's mother go out to travel all the year round. No one comes back from Jin's family all year round. Maybe there are thieves who take the opportunity to steal things.
Yu Sheng was clenched by his wrist, and had to squat behind the sofa together. He wanted to stand up and have a look, but was dragged back to his side by Jin Linkun.
Both of them were nervous, Jin Linkun held his hand and wrote in the palm of his hand.
-Be careful.
- Don't be impulsive, maybe take a guy.
The guy's family name is only half written, and the two figures have completely entered the door.
"Do we have to come in like this?"
In addition to being much more mature, the lowered bass cannon has the same sound quality as Jin Linkun: "What if my son sneaks someone home?"
Jin Linkun: "..."
Yu Sheng: "…"
"Don't make a sound."
Ms. Li leaned against the wall and lowered her voice to train her husband: "This is a birthday surprise. If you don't come in like this, what's the point of changing the flight time?"
Jin Linkun pulled the person he brought back to squat behind the sofa and pressed his forehead, feeling a little headache.
He really thought about taking Yu Sheng to see his parents, but it was by no means in this state.
His parents changed the flight time and went home in the dark to scare him. He pulled his boyfriend to squat behind the sofa and assessed his combat effectiveness with the suspected thief.
The child squatted beside him and didn't move or speak. Jin Linkun was a little worried about his psychological condition, so he raised his hand and shook it in front of Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng looked quite calm, and after shaking for a while, he lowered his head, grabbed his hand and started writing.
After watching him write the words "your home", Jin Linkun quickly wrote "window" stroke by stroke, and quickly grabbed that hand into his hand: "No, friend, this is the fifteenth floor..."
…
The ceiling light was turned on, facing the son who was squatting behind the sofa and the boy who was secretly brought back by the son, the two father Jin and mother Jin who had sneaked into their house an hour earlier became dignified at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Is it Yu Sheng?"
Ms. Li let go of her capable hairstyle and nodded towards Yu Sheng with a smile: "Good boy, get up."
As soon as I got off the plane, I was in a hurry to come back to frighten my son. Ms. Li was still dressed in an elegant lady's suit, her hairstyle became gentle and homely, and she calmly raised her hand to smooth the broken hair on the side of the temple: "We have just landed and we are on the road. In a hurry, I didn't have time to clean up..."
Father Jin: "..."
Jin Linkun: "..."
Ms. Li remained dignified, glanced at her son without a trace, and solemnly sealed the mouths of two male members of the family, one big and one small.
Yu Sheng stood up on the sofa and subconsciously straightened his clothes.
He didn't really notice how Mr. Jin and Ms. Li got in the door just now.
After realizing that it wasn't a thief who came in, it was Jin Linkun's father and mother, his mind was a little empty, and the rest of the thoughts couldn't be connected very much.
Jin Linkun stood on the edge, watching the little boy quickly and quickly, from the top of his head, all the way into the collar: "Auntie, hello uncle."
"you're good too."
Ms. Li looked very gentle, and greeted him with a smile: "Sit down, are you here to celebrate a friend's birthday? You are so sensible."
"Mom." Jin Linkun finally found the opportunity, interjected, and blocked Yu Sheng, who seemed to be familiar, "Maybe you don't have a deep impression on my dad, but you were born in the early morning 6938 days ago. me."
"… "
Ms. Li paused: "Your birthday the day after tomorrow?"
When Jin Linkun looked at his parents' schedule at that time, he knew that things would not be as warm as Yu Sheng's guess of "accompany him to cross zero", and nodded.
"Strictly speaking, it's tomorrow, and it's already past twelve o'clock."
Father Jin came over behind him and added to his wife, who had booked a flight ticket: "December 6th is the anniversary of the discovery of the disappearance of neutrinos in nuclear reactors..."
Yu Sheng stood behind Jin Linkun, looking at the family of three in front of him, his heartbeat still did not slow down.
While talking to his parents, Jin Linkun reached out with one hand from behind, groped for a while, then grabbed his hand and shook it.
The hands in the palms were cold.
Jin Linkun held him and didn't let go, and took the person behind him, still calmly talking to his parents: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what you mean when the gift arrives. I'm still looking forward to the birthday present for you and my dad... "
Ms. Li was incomprehensible: "We have all come back to celebrate your birthday, isn't it your birthday present?"
The family love is gone.
Yu Sheng slowed down for a while, listening to Jin Linkun's group cross talk with his parents, only to feel that his thoughts finally cleared up a bit.
Jin's father and Jin's mother know his son better than he imagined, even if he has deliberately moved closer to Jin Linkun's level, he still recognizes the plate of candy and tomatoes made by his son at a glance.
No one stretched out their chopsticks to touch the pitiful plate of tomatoes, and walked around the dining table, eating vegetables and soup.
Yu Sheng couldn't sit still and wanted to help reheat the soup, but was led by Ms. Li with a smile and sat down: "Let him do it, Xiao Sheng, talk to Auntie for a while."
Jin Linkun was blasted to hot soup, and Jin's father and Jin's mother chatted with him for a while while adding vegetables to his bowl.
Unlike Yu Sheng's imagination, Mr. Jin and Ms. Li were not as imaginative as when they met, and the questions they asked were the most common trivial concerns.
How old are you, the study is not hard, the pressure is not great in the third year of high school, what school and what major do you want to go to in the future.
What do you like to eat, what do you like to play with.
What hobbies do you usually have.
Yu Sheng has never answered these questions before. He answered meticulously, and his ears were almost hot: "I'm eighteen, it's not hard to study, it's very interesting."
"Anything, chips... tomato chips are delicious."
"The school hasn't made up its mind yet, so I'll make a decision after thinking about it."
"Usually - brush the questions, yes, let's go together."
"Now we all have weaknesses to make up for, and learn to be more relaxed when we work together."
Regarding the school, he actually has some plans in mind, but Jin Linkun has not made a decision yet, and he has not made a clear decision.
Anyway, which school the two of them want to go to is actually not too difficult.
"It's good." Ms. Li nodded with a smile, "You can't just study when you combine work and rest. Do you have any good friends who have fun?"
Jin Linkun came back after reheating the soup, looking at the child's stiff shoulders unconsciously, his chest softened silently, and put the soup in his hand on the table: "Mom, we both had a good time."
Ms. Li had never seen such a sweet and soft child, and then she looked at her son's disgust: "Sit by the side, what's the matter with you?"
…
Ms. Li's prestige at home is absolute. Jin Linkun failed to rescue her good friend who was playing well. She briefly talked about science and politics with Mr. Jin, and filled the family with soup by the way.
We chatted while eating, and ate a meal for an hour.
Jin's father and Jin's mother rushed all the way home, and were already a little tired by this time. Yu Sheng looked at the time and was about to get up to pack up, but was pushed back on the sofa by Ms. Li's shoulders: "No hurry, sit down for a while."
I'm not in a hurry, mainly because Jin Linkun has already started to take the initiative to pack things up.
It's not that Jin Linkun doesn't have a heart to do housework. In fact, he likes doing housework very much, but people probably always have to open a door and close a window. His talent in this area is probably completely inversely proportional to his IQ.
Yu Sheng was a little worried that their house would have neither leftovers nor plates tomorrow, so he couldn't help but look back.
Mr. Jin was very open, and he sat down calmly amid the sound of broken plates: "It doesn't matter, success is learned from failures again and again."
Yu Sheng raised his head and heard a second crisp sound.
Mr. Jin probably felt that his son was one step closer to success, and nodded in relief. Turning around and pulling the suitcase, he conjured up a set of Chopin's original hardcover sheet music signed by the master, and asked him to hand it over to Jin Linkun.
"I heard that we were passing through Poland, and he asked for it by name."
Mr. Jin smiled and tried to touch the boy's head with his hand: "You two play together?"
Yu Sheng didn't expect his parents to even know this, and the temperature finally rose again after falling a little: "Sometimes together... He plays very well."
"Jin Linkun also learned piano when he was a child."
Mr. Jin has a good memory and reminisces about the past with a little nostalgia: "As a result, one day he suddenly came back and wiped our tears with us, saying that this is not big or handsome enough to be used to chase other children who play the piano together, and he needs to learn to play the wind."
Yu Sheng: "…"
It has to be said that the Jin family sometimes have ingenious ideas in the same line.
As an air-sounding keyboard instrument powered by compressed air, the pipe organ is indeed larger than the piano, and it pulls too much wind.
Even pulling is the wind.
Mr. Jin was an open-minded father. At that time, he fulfilled his son's wish. He took Jin Linkun from the piano class and sent him to the church to learn the pipe organ.
Seeing the corners of the boy's mouth raised by the boy brought back by his son, Ms. Li felt that she couldn't just tell her husband to tell stories in front of the children, but she could tell it herself, and sat down on the sofa together: "Jin Linkun was very afraid of the dark when he was a child, and he didn't dare to sleep by himself."
"We took him to the doctor. It is said that he can make up more than 50 kinds of scary monsters and ghosts, and he can describe each one."
Speaking of the past, Ms. Li was a little proud: "The doctor didn't sleep well for several days later, and he refused to show him anything."
…
Jin's father and Jin's mother chatted with Yu Sheng for a while, and you told me the dark history of your son's past for a long time. When he was about to go to rest, Jin Linkun finally managed to rescue a few dishes, washed them and put them on the shelf to drain, wiped his hands and returned to the living room.
"Is the room ready?"
Ms. Li was very satisfied with her son's rapid progress in housework skills: "Yu Sheng came here for the first time. Change your pillows and quilts and use the ones in the closet."
It never occurred to me that the two of them would share a room to sleep. Jin Linkun subconsciously wanted to answer, but Yu Sheng pressed his elbow against his ribs.
"..." Jin Linkun opened his mouth: "Immediately."
"It's too much trouble to clean up the room."
Mr. Jin understands the characters of boys better, and has his own opinions on the matter of staying with children: "It's better to let Xiao Sheng live in his room and let him make do with one night in the living room."
Yu Sheng couldn't help but look back at Jin Linkun: "..."
My parents worked hard for the whole night, and finally found a familiar atmosphere. Jin Linkun was even touched by Yu Sheng's cuff: "It's okay, our sofa is quite spacious."
The sofa in their living room is specially used to sleep the two men of the Jin family. Mr. Jin fully took this into consideration when he bought it, and bought the sofa into a foldable style, which is a bed that is quite comfortable to lie on.
Especially if you sleep on the sofa, it is actually easier to visit the door than a bedroom and a guest room.
As long as you go to the bathroom and accidentally walk through the wrong door, you can do it.
Jin Linkun's interest in sleeping on the sofa is obviously much greater than sleeping in a separate room for two people. With the box of Chopin's original music scores as a gift, he returned to his room satisfied.
Time passed quickly, and it was almost early morning after dinner, and the sky outside began to appear a little brighter.
Jin's father and Jin's mother tossed the plane for a night, went back to the room first, washed and prepared to rest.
Yu Sheng was also urged by Jin Linkun to wash up, changed into a set of clothes and came out of the bathroom, only to find that Jin's father was still at the door.
"You—do you want to use it?"
Yu Sheng was still not quite used to getting along with the Jin family's parents, so instinctively stood up straight and turned to make way for him: "The faucet is a little leaky, I tried to fix it, and it's better than before. Maybe I need some tools, I'll—"
Father Jin smiled at him and beckoned him to come over: "No, Xiao Sheng, come here."
Yu Sheng hesitated for a while and walked over.
Father Jin moved lightly, and made a box of Lego for him from the suitcase: "Take it back and hide it carefully."
Yu Sheng was stunned for a while, not sure if he should reach out to pick it up.
Father Jin looked up and saw that neither his son nor his wife came out, then he waved to him and hid the box of Lego in Yu Sheng's arms.
In fact, Jin Linkun didn't talk to them about being too Sheng.
Most of today's children have a need for privacy and will block their parents' circle of friends. Jin Linkun is also a teenager who has just reached adolescence. Of course, like most teenagers, they are not given permission to enter the circle of friends.
But their sons are not quite the same as others.
Although their son blocked them, he changed his WeChat name every day.
The circle of friends has to be opened, and the change of WeChat name is easy to see at a glance.
Not even paying attention.
Father Jin witnessed a series of evolution history of his son's WeChat name after there was a mountain in the past, and even knew a little more about his son's friend than the average person.
Although he didn't know much about the children's world, he always wanted to bring back something for the boy who made their son get back on his feet after the accident a year ago.
"Jin Linkun can't do this well. Since he made a train into a skyscraper when he was a child, we couldn't help laughing hahaha, and he wouldn't want this."
Mr. Jin has read several books on pedagogy, and he pays great attention to the cultivation of his son's self-esteem. He deliberately kept his voice down a lot, and then continued to reveal his son's old story with the children he brought back with his son: "Take it back to your room, secretly fight, fight hard. Okay, let's stimulate him again..."
Jin Linkun flipped through the sheet music for a while in the bedroom, ready to go out to see if Yu Sheng was using any toiletries, and left a way for himself to touch the door.
He opened the door with a gentle movement, and there was a muffled voice from the living room.
Jin Linkun paused for a while, pushed the door quietly open, and looked at the sofa in the living room.
Mr. Jin spoke in a low voice, pulled down his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses curved up, raised his hand and rubbed their children's hair.
Then he touched it from his pocket for a while, pulled out a candy, and quietly stuffed it into Yu Sheng's palm.