Don’t Talk To Me!

The man stood for a long while, looked back at Yu Sheng, who had no intention to speak, and turned to go out the door.

The director of the Education Department slammed into the door, stopped Yu Sheng again, and turned in the drawer for a long time.

"The man's big husband, Kaner, who can't get through." The director tugged at him, and stuffed a bar of chocolate in his hand: "Little Bunny, the school is here, come back to find a teacher if you have something, you know?"

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On the way home, he didn't see the man again. Jin Linkun and Yu Sheng entered the house together and put the hot pot up. After thinking about it, I pulled out two cold cans of beer from the refrigerator.

The matter of Yu Sheng's family is actually quite simple. After the parents separated, they had a new life. The mother was a divorced and reorganized family. The man carried a boy a few years younger than him. The father remarried and gave birth to a girl. Yu Sheng's custody is on his father's side, but he does not live together. When he was a child, he lived in their own house. Later, the property was divided, and his father bought a villa. The old house was not easy to divide and was sold. When he sold out, he was in high school, and he bought him a nesting place in the newly built community.

"At the age of eighteen, if you have an independent residence, you can move out and open an account separately." Yu Sheng glanced at the mobile phone and placed it at the table: "Family, please take a leave tomorrow for me, I will go through the formalities."

Actually, it's no surprise. The Steinway that he was used to playing when he was a child was moved to his father's new home. When he was in junior high school, he occasionally went to stay all morning under the pretext of practicing the piano. I also know that it's not his piano anymore, I just want to touch it again.

Then he was thirsty and wanted to drink water. He heard his dad lower his voice and appease the woman with a good look: "You must have a guardian at a young age. Hang at our house and wait until he is an adult."

That day, Yu Sheng didn't drink. He took the key that his father gave him and put it on the piano stool. He walked home for ten kilometers under the sun. On my way home I bought myself a sky blue children's educational piano. Then because I felt that the piano was still too stupid, I didn't go through the construction for two days and then I unpacked it. When I moved, I brought it out together and threw it into the room that served as a storage room.

"In fact, it has a particularly good tone." Jin Linkun took his hand and rubbed his fingertips against Yu Sheng's fingertips, and couldn't help explaining to the sky blue children's educational piano: "Small and exquisite, easy to carry, I have feelings with it "Yu Sheng just remembered that they had a literary show at the end of the month: "Then take it to show your classmates?" Jin Linkun: ""

A pot of green cabbage **** was almost cooked. Yu Sheng took a fish ball and dipped it in the sauce. He pulled out the beer can in his hand and changed the glass of orange juice. "I will also take a leave tomorrow." Jin Linkun took two sips of orange juice and finally pressed down the dumb point in his voice temporarily: "Go with you?" Yu Sheng put some meat into the hot pot: "No."

Jin Linkun also had to speak. Yu Sheng had already harvested another piece of potatoes and put them in his bowl: "The thing that has been set a long time ago is to go through a procedure, and everything in the student registration account has been arranged. I just sign and go through the procedure."

Yu Sheng had thought about this day many times. When he was a child, he thought he would be uncomfortable. Later, he found that it was too long. The habit of the habit should be accepted, and I have not felt it for a long time. It seems to be a doomed thing, but it's nothing but finally waiting for an ending that already knows what it is. As long as it is added, all the previous scribbled or profound content can be completely painted with a real rest.

Not a big deal. Infinitely good writing, Yu Sheng went through the formalities on the second day of Jinjiang Literature City.

Jin Linkun stayed for a night, thinking about the reason "the family's hukou had just been blistered and needed to be replaced". After getting up the next morning, he met the children's eyes and said nothing. For Sheng, this is something that needs to be solved by himself.

Considering his reaction to drinking beer, yesterday the two cans of beer were finally taken down by Yu Sheng. Both of them did not want to clean up, so the empty cans were left in the living room. Jin Linkun went to wash his face, prepared to tidy up the room, and walked to the living room, his footsteps suddenly stopped. The two empty beer cans were still there. I didn't know when they were filled with soil. They rested on the coffee table and moved in two green grasses. It is not a special kind, it is the most common and common kind of wild grass on the side of the road.

Jin Linkun stood on the side of the coffee table for a while, holding the two beer cans, and carefully placed them on the window sill with garlic seedlings.

Yu Sheng's appointment time was early, it seems that his father still has a lot of arrangements today, and there is not much time available. Jin Linkun made two rounds at home, took things seriously, looked at the phone for a while, or went to school with a schoolbag. Yu Sheng doesn't always send him messages, but today he seems to know that he is not at ease, and the news will come over later. Still the past wording habits, I can't see any difference from usual.

-When I see someone, I'm going through the formalities. -What class do you have? -You can't go back at noon. You eat first and bring me bread. -There is a bookstore here, and the workbook is good. -brother.

Jin Linkun leaned against the wall of the back door, squeezing a pen between his fingers, holding the mobile phone in one hand and hiding it in the table, quickly sending messages to their children. He typed fast, and Yu Sheng sent one and he could return several. The previous replies were all smooth. When I saw the very concise word, my fingertips suddenly stopped.

The other end did not immediately send a message, and after a while, took another one. -I want to eat potato chips, tomato flavor.

Their last section is a quiz, which takes a simulated paper in one hour. In order not to cause too much pressure to other students, Jin Linkun was interviewed several times by the teacher. In response to slowing down the speed of the questions, each time the paper was finished, it would be checked symbolically for a while. Only half of the time, the classmates are still struggling to write a book, the cursive paper is filled with a blank sheet and replaced with a blank, continue to work hard.

Jin Linkun looked at the news for a while, Huo Di got up and handed in the early filled paper.

Yu Sheng didn't come back until it was getting dark.

The hukou has changed and the student status has to be changed. The man who was beaten into a spy at another school yesterday took him and was interrogated for a long time. After repeatedly confirming the name of "Yu Yanxing" on his ID card, he was finally put into the school. The teacher of the Third Middle School was accompanied throughout the meeting, and several directors chatted with Yu Sheng one sentence at a time. The director of the Academic Affairs Office also made a cup of tea, put the man on the side and stood up for a long time, and finally finished at the place where the stamp was Process.

Lao He didn't say anything from beginning to end, only handed him a note with his address when he was sent out, and smiled at him: "Come on, have time to eat at home." Yu Sheng took over The note was held for a while and thanked Lao He.

It was a bit cloudy when I went out today. When I left the teaching building, there was already a cold wind blowing before the rain.

I originally thought it would not take so long to go through the formalities, but I still thought it took a whole day. The schedule reminder on Yu Yanxing's mobile phone rang for a day, Yu Sheng didn't get in his car, took down the schoolbag and the newly purchased two sets of simulated volumes: "It's not far away, I just go back." Yu Yanxing looked at him and said nothing.

After so many years, the close blood relationship will be diluted by time. The boy has grown completely different from his childhood, and he also has a completely different atmosphere from him. Today, face to face all day, there is nothing to say. He remembered hearing the news from Yu Sheng last time. It was still this son who made troubles and went into a third-rate high school. If he hadn't come back to go through the formalities this time, he didn't know that the liberal arts joint examination champion who had been circulating in the circle of parents in private schools was actually his son who hadn't asked much about it.

Yu Sheng didn't seem to be touched by what happened today. He carried his schoolbag on his back with his eyes down, and carried the plastic with the simulated roll in his hand. Hearing the clattering sound, Yu Yanxing vaguely remembered the vacancy waiting for the formalities, and Yu Sheng seemed to go out once.

"You--" Yu Yanxing couldn't help but frown, and when he spoke to his mouth, he couldn't tell immediately.

It's too long. He had already jotted down what his son looked like and how Yu Sheng came over these years. After he separated from Yu Sheng's mother, he entered a career ascendant period. He turned around every day in countless business meetings and negotiations, and had no time to go home. After a few years to stabilize, he formed a new family. Then I suddenly found out that the boy who was very obedient and sensible when he was a kid, and didn't know when he was up, had an indifferent, cold and pungent air.

"Who taught you in the end?" After eating all the way in Sanzhong, the son was as indifferent as if he was unmoved. Sitting in the driver's seat, Yu Yanxing finally couldn't hold back the anger, and his expression sank: "What is your school-are you studying here? You see what you are like now"

The cold wind was stinging, and people felt stiff, and their thoughts and emotions seemed to be turning particularly slowly. Yu Sheng did not want to listen to these words, nor did he want to say something. Turning around and wanting to leave, he was suddenly gripped by one hand. The familiar breath suddenly approached.

The extremely warm coat was thickly wrapped around his head and wrapped his entire body tightly into his chest. Jin Linkun also carried a bag in his hand, and his chest was up and down a little hurriedly. He clasped him tightly in one hand and distributed him more temperature. After a cold day, the chest suddenly became warm, Yu Sheng couldn't help frowning, and his breath paused briefly. Some of the pain that was always ignored and dull and dull, then suddenly came up afterwards.

Yu Sheng grabbed his sleeve, stood for a while with his breath, bent slightly, his body fell down. Jin Linkun embraced his waist and circled the person in his arms, letting him rest on his chest and shoulders.

Yu Yanxing recognized him and tightened his eyebrows tightly: "Who the **** are you?" In the office of the Third Middle School, it was this kid who inexplicably kicked in. Yu Yanxing was more angry and lowered the window to make a stern voice: "This is our family matter, it has nothing to do with you, you--"

"The meal is ready." Jin Linkun did not listen to him. He lowered his head and pulled Yu Sheng's hand. "Is the key taken?" Yu Sheng nodded and took it out to him. I don't know how long the key was held. The child's body was almost frozen, and the metal key was still a little warm. Jin Linkun took the key, and found a cup of warm millet pumpkin porridge into his hand, and inserted a straw into him.

Yu Sheng didn't eat much all day. At this time, something fell into his stomach, and then he first hurt. Xiaomi pumpkin porridge nourishes the stomach, and the discomfort does not last long. Yu Sheng eased for a while, lowered his head and continued to drink porridge bit by bit. The previous dull pain was also calmed down by the warm temperature. Infinitely good writing, just behind Jin Linkun in Jinjiang Literature City, he nodded politely towards Yu Yanxing: "Sorry, I came to pick Sheng home, how about you?"

Yu Yanxing suddenly stopped. The sky was a little darker than before, and the wind was blowing through the leaves and the sand. The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and the window was opened just now, only to find that it was so cold outside. Jin Linkun didn't continue to embarrass him. He held Yu Sheng and leaned on himself for a while, holding hands and whispering a few words. Yu Sheng nodded, followed him out a few steps and stopped, flipped out his phone, and felt a pin from his pocket.

Yu Yanxing sat in the car, watching Yu Sheng lower his head, took out the old rusty phone card and put it on his dashboard. The young men's eyebrows were faintly shadowed by their shadows, but their pupils looked unusually black and white, and their lips were so pale that they could not see the blood.

I don't know what this phone card means. Yu Yanxing shook his head inexplicably, frowned, and wanted to speak. Yu Sheng had taken a step back. His shoulders stood tall and straight, and he bowed to him.

The rain poured down shortly afterwards. The two had walked far away. The tall boy turned out a raincoat from his arms, circled them in his arms, and carefully covered him carefully. The mobile phone around me rang for a while, and messages followed one by one. Yu Yanxing sat in the driver's seat for a long while, saw the figure did not enter the rain, picked up his mobile phone to prepare for the message, and suddenly he was shocked.

In the seat on the side of the co-pilot, I didn't know when the boy who had sat there put a few white rabbit's toffee.

Yu Sheng was held by Jin Linkun and looked up at the umbrella above his head: "Isn't I wearing a raincoat?" "Yes, double insurance is safer." Jin Linkun smiled and rubbed his hair with his hand, " Autumn rain is cool, I'm afraid you are cold."

It's not cold now. Yu Sheng was wrapped in a coat by him, and was forced to put on a raincoat outside. There was a hot water bottle in his arms that I didn't know when to stop. I felt that he was basically the same as a large Totoro, even walking A little strenuous.

He stayed outside for a day today, and Jin Linkun was not in a hurry to ask what he had done. He took all his schoolbags and plastic bags and led him home. The rain crackled and smashed to the ground, stirring a little misty mist along the street.

The roadside stalls were almost closed, there was a cart for sugar cane, and the last few skewers remained. It's not the traditional hawthorn. It has everything on it. The grape, banana, and yam is specially made to make children like it. It is poured with a thick layer of rock sugar. Jin Linkun put the umbrella in his hand, put on the hat of the raincoat, ran over the rain to buy a string, and took his arm guard to quickly walk back: "Bite a bit, come and see if it is sweet or not, he said no money"

Yu Sheng couldn't resist holding the corner of his mouth, opened his mouth and tried to speak, and suddenly his chest hurt without warning.

That kind of unbridled pain.

When his parents divorced, he was doing his homework and finished his homework, watching two people who had exhausted love and patience walk out of the house in endless trivial torture, and the downstairs was empty and unusually loud. When his mother remarried, he was memorizing English. The completely stranger stood with his most familiar relatives, and said to him with a smile, "Don't be polite" or "Like your own home." The woman called "Auntie" smiled at him kindly and gave him a business notebook and headphones that he rarely used, and when he was holding the little girl and pressing the piano, he ran up and panicked. The daughter snatched it back quickly.

On that day, a person walked more than ten kilometers home, he didn’t even have a problem, he should go back to eat, eat, sleep, and sleep. The next day, he threw the registration form for the straight-up high school selected by the teacher of the private school and picked one away from everyone. The farthest high school.

It seems that neither is worth hypocritical, and his life is not worse than that, nor is it stopped by some kind of kaner, can't survive it. He didn't feel how uncomfortable, anyway, even if it was uncomfortable, it was nothing more than trying to get through it. No one would come back to control him because of this.

But now it seems to hurt suddenly. My chest hurt like a hot iron brace, and I can't straighten it even if I can't bend it. It seemed that something had accumulated for a long time, firmly pressed in the bottom of his heart, and even he himself felt that there was no trace of the long-term recovery but only the emotion of the scar, and it screamed fiercely.

It was as if the child had stumbled, his hands and knees were torn, his blood was blurred, and he gritted his teeth. The wounds were all treated, disinfected and bandaged, and they were all beginning to heal. Even the impression of falling was not deep. Suddenly someone touched his hair, hugged him, and asked him if it hurt.

Then it seemed that all the pain came back. Infinitely good writing, Yu Sheng in Jinjiang Literature City swallowed the thick sugar-coated grape and swallowed it, closed his eyes, and was embraced by Jin Linkun forced into the chest and shoulder circle.

The boy who was dragging the railing was forced back to the room by the nanny. He was curled up on the bed alone. While the nanny was asleep, he sneaked back to the balcony and shrank in the cold moonlight. He touched his own lightly. Head.

Someone will come, somebody will come. Tears endured, and when someone finally came, he must cry well. Then I stopped crying.