Don't Talk To Me!

Chapter 57

The kid is so decisive.

Jin Linkun stared blankly at the thrown hand for a long time, couldn't help feeling sad for a while, then he was readjusted by a handful of candies stuffed by his roommate, and happily peeled off one and stuffed it into his mouth.

The venue for the bonfire party is in the large playground on the edge of the campus, and many people have already arrived.

"Damn, is it so environmentally friendly now?"

Xia Junhua couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking at the red cloth that was blown wildly by the electric blower, "Bonfire—a party?"

"Understand, N University does not allow open flames, and their school buildings have culturally protected buildings."

Ding Zhengjiao was already surprised when he came to step on the site before, and he 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 all the way, feeling very heartbroken: "It's not the same at all, I have already planned for everyone to barbecue together!"

"Barbecue at the bonfire, do you hug and bid farewell to each other while holding the meat skewers?"

Liang Yifan shook his hand twice in front of the camera, and patted him on the shoulder: "Be more mature, night elf, this is the happiest summer camp I have ever attended, and I don't want it to become the craziest one in my memory." .”

A group of people walked towards the bonfire party together, and Lao Wan was already waiting by the "fire" of group seven, looking a bit disappointed.

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 the deputy team leader Kong Jiahe: "Old Kong, where is the delicious food?"

Teacher Wan didn't say no, Kong Jiahe reported truthfully: "The teacher thought we were a real bonfire 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 couldn't help standing up: "That's right! How about we secretly light a fire—"

In the middle of speaking, the vice principal of N University happened to pass by behind. Ding Zhengjiao and Xia Junhua had quick eyesight, covered his mouth and pushed him down.

The dream of grilling meat skewers and singing songs failed to come true. In order to comfort Lao Wan, the seven groups of students specially pooled in money to order a barbecue.

A big bag of barbecue, a big bag of all kinds of drinks, and iced cola and beer as a bonus.As soon as they were placed on the plastic sheet, the seven groups exploded with excitement.

A group of people were so hungry that they scrambled to gobble it up, and the atmosphere that was expected to be extremely sad was mostly diluted.

Liang Yifan, as the student who didn't want the style of this summer camp to be distorted the most, was the most active in grabbing, holding a bunch of roasted beef tendons in one hand, and hid vigorously behind the two big guys.

Jin Linkun is tall and has a long arm, so he has an advantage in the activity of grabbing skewers. He fished out two bunches of Flammulina velutipes and stuffed them into the hands of his roommates, while continuing to aim at the next target: "Friend, what do you want?"

Yu Sheng sat on the plastic sheet that had been laid out earlier, watching him busily grabbing food with a group of people, couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth: "Beer."

"..."

In order to retaliate against his roommate's childish behavior, Jin Linkun decided to grab two bottles of Shuangwaiwai with cartoon puppies for him.

The crowd scrambled bustlingly. Amidst the unusual appetizing meat and spicy spices, the painting styles of the seven groups were clearly distinguished from the entire summer camp.

"This description is inappropriate." Xia Junhua propped his chin and hit the nail on the head, "Strictly speaking, we should be isolated."

The positions of the groups that were originally evenly distributed changed dramatically. The fire piles near the seven groups were neatly removed, and there was not a single member of the other groups within a five-meter radius.

The three-hour cultural performance, plus the afternoon of the previous rehearsal, most people have been hungry since lunch until now.Now hooked by the seductive aroma, everyone's mood to say goodbye to each other is completely gone, and their stomachs are screaming crazily.

……

"To be honest, I think the other groups don't look right at us."

With the meat skewers in his mouth, Cen Rui held up the camera to observe from a distance: "We have to be careful and protect our meat skewers, maybe they will be robbed in a while."

"If you look carefully, you will find that we have no meat skewers."

Liang Yifan was the first to eat and drink enough. He collapsed on the grass and rubbed his stomach contentedly: "This is my favorite summer camp..."

Xia Junhua was a little taken aback by his inconsistency: "Don't you think it's such a sand sculpture?"

"It's not important." Liang Yifan hiccupped, looked up at the stars with his arms under his head: "To be honest, I don't have any other thoughts now except to stay here."

His voice was not high, but the people around him could hear him clearly.

Cen Rui kept laughing and joking, holding up the camera to record this and that for a while, when he heard his words, he stopped in his footsteps, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Holding a can of fruit beer, Ding Zhengjiao sat in a daze for a long time, then suddenly grabbed Kong Jiahe beside him, tears streaming down his face.

Lao Wan rubbed his head with each hand to comfort him. Kong Jiahe's reaction was always slower than others. After rubbing his head for a long time, he suddenly reacted in a daze, opened his mouth, and looked up with red eyes: "Mr. have they gone?"

Lao Wan was in the same school as him, and patted his head lovingly: "Yes, and then I will go back to school the day after tomorrow to check your summer homework."

"..."

The top student, Kong Jiahe, paused for a moment in sadness, then immediately lowered his head, and flipped through the homework catalog for this summer vacation.

Seeing that the atmosphere was still unavoidably suppressed, Lao Wan put down the roasted leeks in his hand and patted his hands lightly twice.

The other groups were famished with hunger. They had completed the farewell ceremony very neatly and flocked to the night market for food. Only three or two groups of bonfires were still lit.

The playground was much quieter than before, and the moonlight made the night slightly cooler.

Liang Yifan wiped his eyes vigorously, sat up, and listened carefully.

In the lens of the camera, all the faces are still clean and young, and they are sitting very tightly.

Lao Wan sat up straight seriously: "As everyone already knows, our summer camp is coming to an end, and you are about to return to your respective schools to usher in your last year of high school life."

After he finished his official speech, he looked at the red eyes of a group of students, and his expression softened: "Actually, when this summer camp started, I was still thinking about what kind of month I would bring to you."

"Yingli said that we should urge everyone to experience the tense atmosphere of the third year of high school in advance, mobilize the enthusiasm for sprinting in advance, and make sufficient preparations for the college entrance examination one year later."

Lao Wan smiled: "But then I found out that the boys in our group are all good boys, and they don't need to be supervised except that they are a little scary when they study."

The desk 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 chuckling.

"Actually, we guessed it later." Ding Zhengjiao rubbed his eyes vigorously, "The combination of work and rest that God Kun said at that time must be your idea..."

"Do you know everything?" Jin Linkun couldn't help looking at the roommate beside him, "Then why did I still see everyone wanting to hit me?"

Yu Sheng said succinctly: "Because it has nothing to do with combining work and rest, everyone just wants to beat you."

"..."

Seeing that the students were all staggering and laughing together again, Lao Wan couldn't help but also laughed and nodded: "So then I thought, maybe what you need is not just study."

"You may have to work very hard in the next period of time. Students who are recommended for self-recruitment will have to interview for exams, students who are competing must work hard, and students who are preparing for the college entrance examination must also start preparing for sprint review."

"I think, maybe this month can add something different to your hard-working and difficult year."

Lao Wan stroked the heads of the two boys next to him, and smiled: "This kind of thing may not be of great help to your grades—but in the next time, when you feel too hard and tired, or you are confused and lose your direction, and you are about to fail You may be tempted to think of it as you go down."

"You are all good boys. The better you are, the more pressure you have to bear and the more hard work you have to do."

"At any time, as long as you need it, you can come back and find it."

The night breeze is slightly cool, and it is quietly filled with starlight.

I don't know who was the first to choke up and choke up. The boys and girls who wanted to save face and had to secretly wipe their tears and eyes also cried out brazenly one after another.

There has been invisible pressure, the confusion and tension of the third year of high school, 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 uneasiness, tension and confusion turned into tears, which were vented out in one go.

Cry well and heartily, and then go back and continue to work hard, and continue to walk step by step.

Over the mountain, see the scenery you want to see, and grow into what you want to be.

That night, Group Seven was the last one to leave in the entire playground.

Lao Wan sent the students to the door of the dormitory, smiled and patted the shoulders one by one: "Okay, you are not allowed to cry anymore when you go back. Don't look at the difficulties now. When you go to college and start your future life, look back at the college entrance examination." Just like in my previous life..."

The girl who was still wiping her tears sniffed and raised her head: "Teacher, will your future life be different from now?"

"It's different."

Lao Wan was very patient and smiled: "There are too many things to experience in life, and learning is just one of them."

His voice was very soft, but he seemed extremely serious: "You have to keep going 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 spoke in a leisurely manner, his eyes fell on everyone, and he laughed again: "Okay, now for your future life to have thick hair, go back to sleep."

A group of boys and girls with red eye circles brightened their eyes again, couldn't help laughing together, rushed to wave to Lao Wan, and went upstairs to the dormitory together.

The gates of the two tied for second have already guarded a lot of people waiting to write their classmates.

Jin Linkun dragged Yu Sheng to write the classmate's record together. The herringbone calligraphy must be beautiful, and he wrote his wishes in cursive gracefully.

Everyone who was holding Xue Shen's handwriting found Yu Sheng again, and begged Brother Sheng to add a line of translation.

Yu Sheng was tired of writing, so he kicked his stool: "Can you write well?"

"Doesn't it look good?"

Jin Linkun was still concentrating on his pen, and when he kicked him, he wrote a lot of words: "This is Zhang Xu's cursive script. I have practiced it for a long time."

Yu Sheng directly handed over the classmate book in his hand: "What is this word?"

"..."

Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose: "My friend, do you know everything except this word?"

Cursive script pays attention to continuous strokes and doing whatever you want. Yu Sheng is used to the illustrations of this person's stream of consciousness, and he can basically guess: "The journey is thousands of miles, what is the limitless future? The journey or the journey?"

Jin Linkun: "The way."

Yu Sheng frowned: "Where are you going?"

Jin Linkun wrapped his arms around his shoulders, leaned over, and drew a brush stroke underneath with breathless concentration.

……

Next, the students who were imbued with the spirit of learning gods all received the words of Xingkai that Kun Shenjun could recognize.

The classmate recordings of the seven groups were at the end, and both of them wrote seriously. Jin Linkun wrote a lot for everyone, and some of them even attached papers.

Yu Sheng finished writing here for a long time, took a shower and came out, seeing him still immersed in his struggle, 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 will write it for you."

The seven groups get along day and night, almost everyone has come to ask questions, and he knows most of the directions that other people are good at and not good at.Suggesting some suggestions on the most suitable direction of effort to improve grades in the next few months can also save a lot of time wasted in going astray.

Jin Linkun was recalling the checkmark against the name of the person, and once again his thinking jumped out of the answer before his reason. When he realized that the dormitory seemed to be extremely quiet, he had finished speaking smoothly.

His pen paused unconsciously, his throat moved slightly, and his heart beat suddenly as fast as a drum.

Yu Sheng was standing right behind him, very close, his shadow was cast on his desk, and he could even feel the especially clean aura on the young man.

Jin Linkun held the pen, opened his mouth, but couldn't speak immediately.

In fact, it is not difficult to explain, joking, joking, no matter what you say, you can just say it.

But he can't seem to do it no matter what.

Thoughts that have been suppressed countless times, every time they are pressed, they will be more turbulent than the last time when they counterattack, and it is more difficult to control themselves.

Jin Linkun lowered his head, looked at Yu Sheng's shadow on the table, and counted his own heartbeats.

He felt as though he was a little out of breath.

……

I don't know if his roommate is willing to give him artificial respiration if he can't breathe.

The more nervous you are, the more active your thoughts are, and you don't know where your thoughts are flying away for a moment.Jin Linkun tried his best to gather his thoughts, his shoulders tensed with difficulty, and he wanted to turn around, but he couldn't move for some reason.

Only before entering the dormitory door, Lao Wan's phrase "find a place where you really want to stay and meet someone you really like" repeated in your mind over and over again, and it became clearer and clearer over and over again.

That's it.

Whether you admit it or not, if you think about it, what the consequences are, that's all there is to it.

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.

What if Yu Sheng is unwilling?

Jin Linkun knew Yu Sheng's character well. If Yu Sheng was unwilling, the only thing he could do was to roll as far as he could.

But the children's house is so deserted, if they are alone, how will they spend the next year?

If you don't tell the truth, 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 it, you can follow in.

But now there is no chance for relaxation.

He didn't tell the truth, his little friend could still be accompanied no matter what.

Now this choice is Yu Sheng's.

The more Jin Linkun thought about it, the more he couldn't sit still. He took a deep breath, and was trying to interrupt him with a joke, but Yu Sheng had already hurried back and slapped a blank piece of paper in front of him.

Jin Linkun was startled, hesitated for a while, and raised his head slightly.

"……you write."

Yu Sheng's ears were red, as if the words were forced out of his throat, he loosened his clenched fist and threw a key on his desk.

"I can't understand your broken characters. After you finish writing...read it to me."