Don’t Talk To Me!

"Kun God, I know you are busy watching Brother Sheng."

After the evening self-study, Cen Rui just finished washing the photos and slipped back, busy busy distributing: "Can't you even give the camera a few seconds? It is not easy to put you up without trace..."

"You might as well not be a P." Xia Junhua took the picture and took a closer look. "Sit a cartoon kun **** on Brother Sheng's head... whoever gives you creativity will not say anything, who gives you courage?"

"Don't it look good?"

Cen Rui was very disappointed and sent back while talking to him: "I asked for a day in the forum and offered a reward of three thousand wisdom beans before I asked the big brother to draw the Q version."

The Q version is extremely cute with short hands and feet, and it is also very expressive. The seven groups of students are very envious. Several little girls even wanted to ask out the account of the big brother, and then go to ask for a few more drafts.

Unfortunately, the big guy contacted by Cen Rui at first glance was a daily-throw trumpet, a zero-level pure number, which was applied for only one time, and there was only one time when the online record was recorded.

It looks good, but Xia Junhua still feels that the focus should not be here: "The painting is pretty good, but—"

Yu Sheng is arranging a stand with Ding Zhengjiao's interpreter and raised his hand to take the picture: "But I didn't ask you to put him on top of my head."

...

"Brother Sheng!" Cen Rui froze for two seconds, and instantly figured out why the tone of the zeroth trumpet was so familiar, "When did you--"

Before he had finished speaking, Yu Sheng glanced at him, raising his hand witly and covering his mouth instantly, and muttered quickly.

Jin Linkun was sorting out the topics during the evening self-study. He heard the photo before raising his head, and took over the printed and sealed photo.

He seemed to like sitting on top of his roommate's head, holding the roommate's Q-style styling before falling asleep. He took photos for a long time, and expressed his cordial and sincere thanks to Cen Rui.

It was inexplicably stressful to accept Kunshen’s earnest and sincere gratitude. Cen Rui bravely withstood this pressure and waited for Jin Linkun to bow his head again before quickly approaching Yu Sheng: “Sheng Brother—”

Yu Sheng was painting a simple stage sketch for Ding Zhengjiao. He heard the sound, put down his pen, and looked up at him.

"I do not know anything."

Cen Ruixin grasped the idea and raised his hand to ensure: "I just met a big man who stopped by. He had already retired, and he went back to the matter. He went deep into hiding, hiding himself and the name. ..."

Yu Sheng lowered his head again, Cen Rui squatted on the side and watched for a while, finally unable to suppress the doubt in his heart, lowered his voice, "Brother Sheng, so-what is God holding in his arms? I really don't understand... …"

When the original picture of the big brother was sent over, the Q version of Kunshen was actually holding a thin, yellowish slender strip.

Cen Rui found several people to brainstorm, but did not ask what it was. He could only play it by himself temporarily, and re-plugged Sheng Ge's hair into the mini-kun god's arms.

"..." Yu Sheng put down the pen: "Pole."

Cen Rui: "Ah?"

Reluctantly understanding the meaning of this unusually concise word, Cen Rui tried his best to sublimate the theme for him: "Bamboo-bamboo pole? Zhukun God is higher and higher? Once stronger than once?"

"No." Yu Sheng didn't take the steps he handed over, "said he climbed up with a pole."

Cen Rui: "..."

Not patient enough to tell others this somewhat cruel truth, Cen Rui decided to retain the edited version to the outside world.

He was ready to go back to pack up his schoolbags, and was stopped by Yu Sheng again, kindly reminding: "It's back."

Cen Rui was at a loss: "What is it?"

"Two poems." Yu Sheng finished painting the last person's position and handed it to Ding Zhengjiao to arrange the notice. "It's all Li Bai's. The last two sentences are "After the Chaos"."

"..."

Cen Rui was silent for a long time, jumped up and turned to chase Liang Yifan.

The liberal arts student Liang Yifan was extremely sad, and fleeing desperately with his head in his head, explaining while running: "Not compulsory! Not the content of the exam! I have fun on my back!"

"Isn't it right? Do you know how painful it is!" Cen Rui was very sad and angry. "Tell me quickly, what is the next sentence of deep hiding and name!"

...

Ding Zhengjiao glanced up and was used to lowering his head as usual, and continued to work on the staff's arrangement.

Jin Linkun seemed to really like this photo with only the back of his head. When he returned to the dormitory, he specially turned over a mobile phone stand and poked the photo on the corner of the desk.

While letting it go, I had to pull Yu Sheng to help me read: "Is this appropriate, or should it be placed on the second floor? I think the second floor will have to look up when you see it, which is more laborious..."

"Fit." Yu Sheng just took a shower and wiped her hair out. "You can also put a flower on the back of your head."

Jin Linkun admired the photo: "No, the hair on the back of the head is very thick, I am very satisfied."

"..." Yu Sheng kept a cold heart, and glanced at him, still unable to hold back his mouth.

To stay up late in the evening, he asked for a bag of coffee from Liang Yifan, turned over a mug and sprinkled a thin layer of the bottom of the cup, leaned against the corner of Jin Linkun's table and waited for the hot water to boil.

Jin Linkun finally found a suitable position, just sitting back at the table, the cool drops of water drilled down the neck into the collar.

"Not dried?"

Yu Sheng met his gaze, raised his hand and touched the tip of the hair that was still dripping.

At ordinary times, it is naturally dry, the air conditioning in the dormitory is cool, Yu Sheng is too lazy to listen to him nag, and he lifted the towel and wiped his hair twice.

He rubbed it too hard, Jin Linkun couldn't help but changed a dry towel and got up: "Don't move, I will help you."

The water just boiled, Yu Sheng handed over the mug to receive the water, and couldn't help yawning lightly.

Jin Linkun pressed his towel over his head and lowered his head, his eyes silently floating with a smile.

Yu Sheng usually doesn't drink coffee or know how much water should be added. He blows two breaths at a small half of dark brown liquid, and Yu Guang glances at his eyes: "What's laughing?"

"It's okay." Jin Linkun rubbed his hair and smiled softly for a while: "I just thought I was lucky."

He usually rarely speaks well, and every time he is serious, he is inexplicably uncomfortable.

Yu Sheng touched his body, only to remember that there was no sugar in the pajamas he just changed, squeezed the corner of his mouth, and put the cup in first: "Are you drinking?"

Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows, and the eyes behind the lens could not help bending down again: "Drink."

He didn't take it, he took Yu Sheng's hand and bowed his head to drink two sips of coffee: "Friend."

Yu Sheng had to make sure not to choke him, hold him a glass, and lean his head to look at the angle: "Huh?"

Jin Linkun put away the towel: "Don't you often drink coffee?"

Yu Sheng usually doesn't drink anything when staying up late, and occasionally drinks two cans of beer. This person is not allowed to be an adult, and is a little impatient: "Don't drink, why?"

Jin Linkun: "You have to add at least three quarters of water."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Suspecting that he might have taken a sip of Chinese medicine, Jin Linkun tried his best to maintain the control of his expression, and calmly turned over the water-capable cup, and suddenly a lollipop was stuffed into his mouth.

Colorful, lively and exaggerated, has been poking on the table for a long time.

Jin Linkun was a little sorry, holding a sugary vagueness: "This is for you."

"I know." Yu Sheng held the other end, concisely, "hold it."

Jin Linkun: "?"

Before he could react, Yu Sheng had just slammed the other end, breaking the lollipop in half.

"..." Jin Linkun: "Friend, wait a minute--"

Yu Sheng didn't wait for him, he smoothly put the other half of the lollipop into his mouth, and added three-quarters of water to the mug.

Half an hour later, Yu Sheng looked at the person who put the computer on his bed and frowned: "You have no place over there?"

"It's full."

Jin Linkun also contained the half lollipop and pointed to the exercise book spread out on the table bed: "And I miss the other half of the lollipop..."

Yu Sheng had finished eating the sugar early, and he didn't know how this person could eat so slowly. While holding the coffee for a while, he couldn't figure out how to answer it. He watched Jin Linkun rubbing his bed with good reason.

It's not too difficult to adapt the coffee as long as you hold your nose and take the first sip.

Yu Sheng took a sip of coffee while flipping through the geography book, listening to the crackling sound of the keyboard clattering around him, and couldn't help raising his head.

Jin Linkun is still summarizing the key questions and typing on the computer with his hands, his eyes behind the lens are extremely focused.

It was not to return to the daily rental house in order to pay off the errands. Yu Sheng watched him squat by the bed and turn over the box and find all the exercise book simulation questions.

After turning from the dormitory to the self-study class, he came back to work and was so serious that he didn't even bother him in the self-study class.

Yu Sheng dropped his gaze, and the tip of the pen unconsciously took a few strokes on the cursive paper.

Those people may never know how important it is that they are sacrificed.

Jin Linkun was still typing on the keyboard, not paying attention, and was kicked twice by the roommate across the quilt.

The strength is not heavy, and it seems that he has not found that his reason for rubbing the bed is logically insufficient.

After sitting on the bed, his posture was uncomfortable. He sat up with his arms up and supported his glasses: "What's wrong?"

Yu Sheng leaned over, carrying his collar, and put a pillow behind him.

...

The time of study actually passed very quickly.

The effect of coffee is much stronger than expected, and the hazy bright colors are already visible outside the window. Yu Sheng's eyes are too fast to open, but his consciousness is still unusually sober and active.

...

Probably it is that the trade winds and ocean currents hand in hand repeatedly jump on the layout of the four oceans on the seven continents.

Yu Sheng rubbed his eyes vigorously and insisted on turning a few pages of the book. The pantothenic eyes still closed overwhelmed.

It was necessary to work hard to open it again, and a book was already covering him.

The fingers holding the book were slender and stable, and the angle was just right, blocking all the light: "Sleep, it's not too late."

In response to his words, the sound of a bird roared audibly outside the window.

"..." Jin Linkun raised his head, glanced at the morning light outside, and changed his mouth strictly: "Sleep, it's early."

Yu Sheng couldn't hold back, pursed his lips: "Aren't you sleeping?"

"It's almost close, I finished it."

Jin Linkun got up and got out of bed, looped the pillow back, and lay down on him: "You sleep, I'm getting on the side."

The roommate needs a little white noise to help him fall asleep. He often reads and reads books by Sheng's bed. He used to naturally move the chair and put the computer on his lap.

The keyboard's regular soft keyboard knocking sounded again.

Yu Sheng was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, but he couldn't sleep.

The arrows of the southeast trade wind circled circle by circle, and the seasonal current disk rotated in circles, and the things behind him were pushed and shuffled around in the brain.

So he doesn't really like learning.

Too good memory brings not all pleasant experiences, the brain will not stop running automatically, the overfilling of information will stop the thinking, and there is no suitable one, even if the brain is temporarily empty To give him a break.

After drinking coffee, this feeling not only did not improve, but became more obvious.

Yu Sheng rolled around in the bed several times, raised his hands to cover his eyes, and turned sideways into the wall.

I lay for a while with my eyes closed, and the sound of typing on the keyboard stopped, and the figure leaned over: "What's wrong, uncomfortable?"

"Normal situation." Yu Sheng closed his eyes and pulled up, "It's okay, just a moment."

He had to straighten out what he carried back, find a suitable place to put it in, and turn it out when he needed it.

This kind of logical content will be a little more troublesome. Sometimes it takes an hour or two to sort it out. The simple, meaningless item content is much simpler.

In the years of junior high school, in order to calm down and continue to study, he sometimes sat alone by the bed, back to back Xinhua Dictionary, to relax himself a little.

Later, he entered the third middle school, and the job was transferred to playing games.

...

Jin Linkun was still uneasy and gently pulled his shoulder off, trying to make him lie down.

Already used to deal with this situation, Yu Sheng moved his hand away: "No, get yours, it feels better with typing sounds."

Jin Linkun hesitated a little, and sat back again, picked up the computer.

The sound of striking the keyboard sounded again.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes and tried to focus on Jin Linkun's keyboard sound.

The man beside the bed was still in the old place, and the light was covered by his shoulder, and a shadow fell.

Yu Sheng once felt that if they had really stayed in the summer camp for a long time, Jin Linkun might be able to grind four stool legs by the bed.

Looking back, it might be the beginning of what is a fantasy fantasy.

I don't know why, when thinking about this person's affairs, even if it is a mess of unbounded thoughts, it seems to be able to spread a little unnoticeable peace in my mind.

Yu Sheng lay down for a while, feeling that the keyboard was not loud, and turned back to glance at the messy characters on the screen of Jin Linkun: "...Are you preparing to contact the alien?"

"Ah?" Jin Linkun froze, looked down at the keyboard, dumb, "It's true."

He raised his hand and looked at Yu Sheng, his eyes behind the lens bent slightly: "Are you better?"

Yu Sheng was stunned.

Almost after a while, he realized that Jin Linkun should have finished his things long ago, that is, typing the keyboard blindly, so that he could feel better.

Jin Linkun guessed what he was thinking, raised his hand and rubbed his head, smiled: "It's okay, I'm not sleepy yet. You sleep well--"

Yu Sheng: "Have you tried recording a video?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

The roommate's ideas are worth learning by himself. Jin Linkun coughed lightly and was about to get up and take a cell phone to record a white noise for him. The hand covering his hair was suddenly gently pressed.

"What's wrong?" Jin Linkun turned around and leaned down to ask softly, "What do you want?"

Yu Sheng pressed his hand, the strength of his arm tightened slightly.

He didn't know what he wanted.

Yu Sheng lay for a while, closed his eyes again, took that hand, and rubbed it twice more on the top of his head.

The boy was buried in a thick quilt, lying properly, his thick eyelashes were closed tightly, and his expression could not be seen.

"I have a headache." His voice was very soft. "Brother, don't go, stay a little longer."