don't force me

Du Xuan's mind went blank, and he went back to Lin Tingan's bedroom stiffly.It was already late, and Lin Tingan, who was full, sat on the bed and started to feel sleepy, with his eyes half closed, when he heard the door ring, he raised his head and rubbed his eyes: "Du Xuan, are you sleepy, or you can write tomorrow. "

Du Xuan shook her head: "It's still halfway there, I'll finish it in a while."

"Ah, I can hardly keep my eyes open."

"Then go to sleep, I'll call you when I finish writing."

Lin Tingan shook his head forcefully: "I will accompany you."

Du Xuan sat down and speeded up a little.The tabloid Lin Tingan made is very unique. He chose the characteristics of fighter wings as the theme, and introduced the changes of several generations of fighter jets in our country in a comprehensive and popular way.As a person who can only distinguish between helicopters and non-helicopters, Du Xuan felt that it was a miracle that he could see the difference between the wings of a fighter jet and the wings of an ordinary airliner.

Lin Tingan managed this miracle with a piece of poster paper.

Du Xuan said, "Do you have any photos? They are the ones from the air show, the ones next to the plane."

"Yes," Lin Ting'an said, "I still got a photo on the plane."

"Give me a few, I'll use them as posters."

"Isn't that supposed to be so handsome?" Lin Tingan said with a playful smile, "Aren't you worried if you release my handsome photo?"

Du Xuan: "Last year, you took the photos of the city-level generals and hung them up in the school for almost a semester, and I haven't seen anyone coveting you."

Lin Tingan snorted: "How do you know? I just rejected it. That only proves that I have no ambiguity towards you. Looking at Quan Sanzhong, I just like you."

Du Xuan blurted out, "Lin Ting'an, will you finish high school in No. [-] Middle School?"

"Of course," Lin Tingan said, "I have transferred my student status. Why did you suddenly remember to ask this question?"

Du Xuan: "It's okay, I suddenly remembered to ask... Okay, stop talking, I have to concentrate on finishing this."

Lin Ting'an: "Du Xuan, you have something to tell me."

"Okay, don't worry."

"Why are you asking this question all of a sudden?"

Du Xuan was silent for a moment: "You transferred here, I'm afraid you will transfer back."

"It's really worrying, you are not afraid of getting old quickly." Lin Tingan yawned, curled up on the bed and watched Du Xuan write, and then closed his eyes, waiting for Du Xuan to finish writing. At that time, Lin Tingan snored a little.Du Xuan couldn't bear to wake him up, so she quietly turned off the desk lamp. As soon as she stood up, Lin Tingan opened her eyes in bewilderment: "Huh? Finished writing?"

"It's over." Du Xuan said, "Go to sleep, I'm leaving."

Lin Tingan: "Has your mother come back?"

Du Xuan shook her head: "An hour ago, it was said that I would not be back until after one o'clock, but now... I guess it will be after two o'clock."

"Sleep at my house." Lin Tingan said, "Don't go up, you will be alone when you go back."

Du Xuan's heart was suddenly clenched into a ball, and he even felt a pain, but he still shook his head: "Go to sleep, I'm going up."

Lin Tingan was really sleepy, half-closed his eyes and struggled to get up to see him off. Du Xuan pressed him on the bed, and said without hesitation, "You sleep, I'm leaving."

Lin Tingan smiled, with a little bit of pride in being favored.

"Good night." Du Xuan lowered his head and kissed Lin Tingan's lips.

When Du Xuan walked through the living room, Ma Jing came out of the bedroom: "Do you want to go? Or just sleep here and don't bother."

Du Xuan didn't dare to look at Ma Jing, lowered her head and said, "Thank you, Auntie, I'll go home and sleep."

Ma Jing didn't insist, and sent Du Xuan to the door: "I'll watch you go up."

Before turning around, Du Xuan said, "Auntie, I'm sorry."

"Uh..." Ma Jing was a little dazed, "You kid, what are you sorry for? If you want to say sorry, it should be that bastard Lin Tingan from my family. Isn't this tormenting people in the middle of the night?"

Du Xuan shook her head, looked at Ma Jing hesitantly, and went upstairs anyway.

On Monday, Lin Tingan carefully rolled the tabloid into a newspaper tube and brought it to school. No matter what the content was, just the few detailed airplanes drawn on the tabloid were enough to shock the whole class.Boys are naturally interested in such things. Zheng Ziyan carefully spread the tabloids on the table and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful!"

"It looks good when it flies." Lin Ting'an crossed his legs and said triumphantly, "This is the performance aircraft of the Bayi Flying Brigade."

"Oh." The boys who surrounded the surroundings let out an admiration.

Zhou Chen was outside the circle, and hummed lukewarmly: "Have you seen it?"

"I've seen it before." Lin Tingan raised his head and said triumphantly, "I was there at the Zhuhai Air Show last year, what's the matter?"

"Ah!" At this moment, not only the boys exclaimed, but even the girls couldn't help coming over.

Lin Tingan pulled out a few photos from his schoolbag and threw them on the table: "Look, it's this kind of aircraft, the J-10."

The students squeezed even harder to look at the photos. Under the blue sky and white clouds, rows of smooth and beautiful planes were neatly parked on the huge apron.Lin Tingan was standing in front of a silver plane, smiling so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes.

Lin Tingan pointed to the plane and said: "This plane has a high-thrust turbofan engine and a canard aerodynamic layout."

"Oh." The students exclaimed again, but no one understood what Lin Tingan was talking about.

"Lin Ting'an, why did you get up to watch the air show?" a classmate asked curiously.

"My dad's work involves aircraft engines, and he took me to the air show." Lin Tingan said proudly, his face almost parallel to the ceiling.

"Tsk, you're sure to win an award." Zheng Ziyan said, "But you didn't write this word, did you?"

"Why can't it be me who wrote it?"

"I'm not blind." Zheng Ziyan said bluntly, "Have you invited foreign aid? Du Xuan?"

Lin Tingan was noncommittal.

Zheng Ziyan looked at it carefully for a while, and couldn't help admiring: "The word Du Xuan is really beautiful."

Lin Tingan felt an inexplicable pride in his heart, more proud than being praised.

The results of the competition came out soon, and Lin Tingan's work won the grand prize without any suspense.There is no Du Xuan's camera obscura here, all the works are sealed with the class names, and then hung in a row in the campus cultural corridor, and the teachers will vote for the selection.After the results come out, mark the rankings, and then tear off the seal of the class name.

On the day when the results of the award were announced, many students and teachers in the first grade were shocked. Teacher Xu, the class teacher, was so proud that he said to everyone, "I didn't expect Lin Tingan to have these two things."When the teacher of the junior high school who taught Lin Tingan passed by the campus cultural corridor, he also stared at the poster for a long time: "Lin Tingan... I can't tell it. But this word must not be written by him, so I can see it .”

It doesn't matter who wrote the words, the tabloids of some classmates are simply printed, the key is that the content of this poster is too shocking.

Du Xuan also hung Lin Tingan's photo in the author's introduction column.The handsome and mighty plane and the equally handsome Lin Tingan, the blue sky, white clouds and silver steel eagle fluttering its wings, and the young man's confident and proud smile.

Du Xuan believed that his Lin Tingan was the most handsome.

Sun Rui laughed at Du Xuan for holding an event that was as mysterious and motivating as the imperial examination.

Du Xuan said, "I have to be fair in public exams."

"Stop talking nonsense, if you were really so selfless, you wouldn't have such a science and technology week! The entire student union has been tossed by you for half a month, and you are exhausted, just to give your family Lin Tingan a chance to show his face." Sun Rui said to Du Xuan sneered at this behavior of using power for personal gain and using the whole school to please her boyfriend.Given that he has done shameless things like confessing in public at the flag-raising ceremony, Sun Rui felt that the reputation of the No. [-] High School for nearly a hundred years would be ruined by Du Xuan sooner or later.

Du Xuan said lightly: "That's because he really has this ability."

Sun Rui rolled his eyes: "Where's your face?"

Since it is "Science and Technology Week", of course it is impossible to just do a tabloid. For a whole week, No. [-] High School will launch a science and technology activity during the lunch break every day. Finally, it will be aggregated into a science and technology special session, and the outstanding students in the activity will be selected. Come and give a report to the whole school.

Lin Tingan was dumbfounded the moment he received the notice.Because according to the requirements, he needs to go on stage to talk about fighter jets, and also talk about his own feelings, and finally answer the students' questions on the spot.

The one in the middle killed Lin Tingan alive.

In Lin Tingan's concept, the so-called gratitude is to express his feelings, praise the rapid development of science and technology in the motherland, and the hard work of aviation people from generation to generation, and then press his neck and say how touched and encouraged he was. In the future, I must dedicate my life to the aviation industry of the motherland.

This is not a popular science report, but a routine of lyrical prose.

Lin Tingan may be able to explain why there is a wedge-shaped outline on the side of the Wuzhi 10 body, but if you want him to express his feelings, he can probably only say "I'm fucking awesome" and he will definitely be kicked off the stage by Director De Yufeng exclamation sentence.

Lin Tingan said to Du Xuan with a mournful face, "I can't write, so don't make things difficult for me."

"Then what should we do?" Du Xuan spread his hands, "You are the special prize, and you cannot escape."

"Du Xuan..." Lin Tingan looked around and saw that the corridor was full of people, so he could only lower his voice and say, "Du Xuan... I really can't do it."

"Try it," Du Xuan said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Didn't you write very well in the composition of the senior high school entrance examination?"

"Those are clichés," Lin Tingan snorted, "Can you help me write my thoughts, I can handle the rest."

"I can't help you. How do I know what you think?"

"Aren't you going to help me?" Lin Tingan said with squinted eyes, "You have thought about it, it's your...boyfriend who you rejected."

"Boyfriend, you have to work hard!" Du Xuan clenched his fists and said in the same low voice.

Lin Tingan rolled his eyes and left with a whimper.Du Xuan watched his back going downstairs, the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

Lin Tingan walked into his classroom dejectedly, lying on the table and moaning, Zheng Ziyan said, "Hey, what happened to the aviation hero?"

"Can you help me write a reflection?"

Zheng Ziyan scurried away from the back door of the classroom.

Lin Tingan collapsed on the seat dejectedly, in despair.

On Thursday night, Lin Tingan suffocated himself in his room to write "feelings", while Ma Jing rejected his son's pleading to write for him five times, knocked on the door twice to check whether he was suffocated, and finally saw the 250-character composition paper Lin Tingan held back [-] words.

It is really in line with the number of characters set by the son.

Ma Jing picked up the paper with great interest and began to read it in a rhythmic tone. When she read the 150th word, she felt that this thing was so eye-catching: "Didn't you ask Du Xuan? Or ask your Chinese teacher."

"Du Xuan asked me to write it myself, our Chinese teacher... tsk, forget it, if she knows, she might ask me to rewrite it many times."

"Xiaoxuan did the right thing. You have to write it yourself. You have to practice. You can't always rely on Du Xuan." Ma Jing couldn't hold back what she said, and she put Lin Tingan's "testimonials" aside. , sat on the edge of the bed, thought for a moment and asked, "Xiao An, do you have a good relationship with Xiao Xuan?"

Lin Tingan trembled for a moment, and felt that his heartbeat was gone instantly, and his hair was about to stand on end: "It's...it's fine, what's wrong?"

"You're grown up too, and you're part of the family. Mom doesn't want to hide many things from you."

"Mom..." Lin Tingan called out hesitantly. It seemed that what Ma Jing wanted to say was just a "family matter", but why would Du Xuan be involved in family matters?

"In the first half of the year, Du Xuan came to our house to look for your father, do you remember?"

Of course Lin Ting'an remembered that at that time Lin Yi said earnestly, "Your Excellency will handle your affairs." Could it be that now...

"Mom, Uncle Du's matter has nothing to do with Du Xuan." Lin Tingan said hastily.

"Yes, don't worry." Ma Jing quickly comforted her son who was about to jump up, "Let me finish my sentence."

Lin Tingan listened patiently.

"Your father and I are considering whether to move back to the south."

Lin Tingan stood up awkwardly: "What did you say?