Don’t Talk To Me!

As classmate Liang Yifan conveyed the sincere greetings of the seven groups to Kunshen, Jin Linkun was knocking on his children's educational keyboard.

Kun Shen is very calm, with one hand knocking on the mini-keyboard, and the other hand to return the message to the seven groups of students who are looking forward to Yin Yin: It is very smooth and is practicing the piano.

The entire seven groups were relieved instantly.

"Look, I said I must be practicing."

The team leader Ding Zhengjiao was very happy and educated a group of members: "Both Sheng and Kunshen are professional and will not live up to our trust."

"It must be very handsome." Cen Rui could not help but imagine how the big man played the piano. "Two people sat in front of the piano, cooperated with the tacit understanding, and flew in four hands..."

Xia Junhua agrees: "It is estimated to be grand piano, pure white kind."

...

Everyone was full of tongues and mouths, and you complemented each other with one word, and quickly completed the beautiful picture in your mind.

A group of people were preparing to go back to bed peacefully, and Liang Yifan suddenly jumped up again: "It's not over yet to come back!"

"Kun's mythical appearance reminds me of the day his WeChat was stolen."

Cen Rui couldn't help but sigh with emotion, leaning on Liang Yifan to stand on tiptoe: "What happened again? Let's help take another day off?"

Although the seven groups of students have basically added Jin Linkun’s WeChat recently, they still dare to send a few messages, most of which are used to upload various "how to live in harmony with roommates", "N top ten hotels around", "How to take a roommate to dinner after the roommate beats me again" as a reward for the lecture.

Jin Linkun didn't reply to the news. Usually, as long as it shows that the file has been received, even if this conversation is over, this time I actually returned the second sentence.

Liang Yifan glanced at the phone and shook his head: "Ask us how well we are prepared, let us prepare well."

This question is a bit serious, and the intense discussion and basically no results. The seven groups of students who studied for the whole night looked at each other, and suddenly felt a sense of urgency for the investigation.

It's not that you don't care. It's really a group of hard-working students who are not good at this. It is not easy to have artistic expertise. Even the whistle and the triangle iron shaker are counted, and only more than half of the people can successfully enter the stage.

It is still under the premise of whether there will be a group of demons dancing or silent after the stage.

Ding Zhengjiao is also very nervous because of his limited ability: "Just talk to Kun Kun-say that we are already preparing in full swing, we must not hinder him and Brother Sheng..."

Liang Yifan was holding his mobile phone in his hands and sat in danger, quickly tapping the keyboard to reply, but the other end of the message had jumped out first.

Jin Linkun: Prepare well. If you have any help, please contact me.

Jin Linkun: Come on.

"..."

The dormitory was quiet for a while. Liang Yifan looked at the previous text carefully and confirmed, "It's not a stolen account."

Cen Rui scratched his ears: "What should I do? Kun Shen is going to help me personally. I actually ignited my fighting spirit... Will I beat the harmonica in the toilet in the middle of the night?"

"No, yes."

Ding Zhengjiao interrupted his thoughts in time and thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth: "Brother Yokun Shensheng rehearsed the day after tomorrow, I will borrow the classroom tomorrow."

Liang Yifan agreed, and bowed his head back to the message: "What about us? When will we get it out...wake up and wake up?"

"Sleep fart."

Xia Junhua helped the team leader to answer his question succinctly and clearly, and picked him up easily: "Hurry up and learn at least a whistle, otherwise why would you be so kind to explain to Kun God..."

The seven groups of students once again ignited their fighting spirit, went over the wall, and gathered in a small hot pot restaurant in the night market.

...

Jin Linkun put down his phone, reopened the piano score, and looked at the photo.

It seems that it should be the ensemble of Chinese and Western musical instruments that Yu Sheng said.

There are all kinds of musical instruments on the stage. A group of half-and-large junior high school students holding bouquets and happily accepting congratulations. The certificates and trophies of the Best Performance Award are placed on the piano beside the stage.

The short boy was sitting on a chair, both legs were still out of reach, and the facial features were soft and delicate, much more childish than he is now.

With one hand on the piano, the chin on the back of the shoulder was raised slightly, and the face was very serious.

It only occupies a small corner of the picture, but no matter who looks at it, he can notice him at first glance.

Jin Linkun took a light breath and raised his hand to rub the tip of his nose.

What happened to his roommate as a kid...

How can it be so cute.

I had a hunch that once Yu Sheng knew what consequences he would see when he was a child, and before Yu Sheng went to take a bath, he hadn’t come back. Jin Linkun had a psychological struggle with the picture for a long time. One.

There was a noise in the bathroom behind him, and Jin Linkun closed the piano immediately and turned back.

No one came out, it was estimated that Yu Sheng had lost something.

Jin Linkun let out a sigh of relief, put away his phone, looked up, and looked back at the trophy certificates that had been sealed for a long time.

They are all municipal-level and provincial-level certificates, and there are several high-standard literary and artistic performances. The piano scores have reached the performance level, and there are still marks on the piano practice.

But these things have been sealed up and have fallen into disrepair for a long time.

In the photo just now, everyone else has parents on stage to send flowers, and the family gathered together happily. Through the photos, you can feel how lively it is.

Only the boy on the piano stool is himself.

Obviously won the most powerful award.

Obviously it seems to glow.

Jin Linkun subconsciously stroked the cover of the book, covering the cover with his palm, sliding down a little, and patting it lightly twice.

After so many years, his roommate rarely got back on stage again, and no matter what, he had to make everyone else perform better.

Packing things up and getting dusty, Yu Sheng couldn't help taking a shower, pulled a towel out, and first heard the sound of an electronic piano on the living room sofa.

"I like it so much?" Yu Sheng just wanted to pull back a round. Unexpectedly, Jin Linkun actually cooperated and wiped her hair. "Send you, don't allow you to play in the bedroom."

Jin Linkun was leaning on the sofa with a stack of books on his lap. He was auditioning while taking an electronic piano while changing the music score. He heard dumbly: "To be honest, I suddenly think it is quite—"

He looked up, only halfway through his words, opened his mouth, and suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

Yu Sheng wore a half-worn T-shirt with gloves, a towel on his shoulder, and bent down to see what he wrote.

There was a little tide near the tip of the hair, and the usual stiff hair hung down, and it was obediently attached to the forehead, making him look a little younger than usual.

The neckline of the T-shirt has been loosened. From this angle, the delicate collarbone can be seen. The juvenile's throat knot is sharp and the shoulder and neck lines are slightly stretched, which can show the vaguely smooth muscle and bone outline.

The temperature of the air conditioner at home is just right, and it will dry in a short while. Yu Sheng was too lazy to toss about it. After wiping his hair twice, he didn't care anymore, and looked down at the pencil marks on the score.

"Here, the arpeggio won't work and will fight."

Yu Sheng didn't plan to kick Jin Linkun's right hand off the piano keyboard with his left hand. He pressed his shoulders down to read the score. He didn't notice his mistake: "What's that?"

Jin Linkun's throat knotted lightly, trying to restrain the thought that he suddenly appeared and wanted to raise his hand to wipe his hair: "It's... cute."

"..." Yu Sheng took a closer look at the cartoon-shaped keyboard: "This?"

He hadn't imagined that his roommate's aesthetic was so full of innocence and childlikeness.

Jin Linkun didn't know what he was talking about, cleared his throat, and crossed out the arpeggio: "After taking a shower? Is it cold?"

"It's not cold. There is still water, and you will take a shower later."

Yu Sheng put it on his shoulder and looked down at the following score. I couldn't help it: "Are you--have you been practicing piano in church?"

"Ah." Jin Linkun was still stunned, subconsciously agreed, "What's wrong?"

Yu Sheng: "This is a song of love. The chords you add are almost sacred so that they can soar in place."

"..."

The organ's sequelae was too serious, Jin Linkun was forced to quit the arrangement work, and Yu Shenghong went to take a shower.

I don't know why. As soon as my mind was empty, the teenager bent down in the light and watched the piano sheet with his shoulders suddenly became clearer.

Along with the faint temperature contaminated through the clothing, the clean shampoo smell of the hair tips, the fresh water vapor, and the faint airflow that wiped the auricle when speaking, he was everywhere reminded to pay more attention to details.

The normal movement and existence are usually normal, but because I don't know which switch is turned on, it seems to start to be given a new meaning.

...

Jin Linkun stood under the shower, closed his eyes, and turned into cold water for a while.

After taking a shower, Yu Sheng's music score has been revised to the first edition.

It's not too early, and today it's much more tossing on the road, Yu Sheng has been sleepy for a while. Seeing him coming out, rubbing his eyes and yawning, threw away the sheet paper and the book together: "Sleep?"

"Sleep, it's not early."

Jin Linkun had just slept on the road, and he was quite energetic at the moment, and helped him to pack things together: "I practice again, the keyboard area is different, I have to adapt to it."

Yu Sheng was too sleepy. In order to wait for him to get to the present, he looked up at the time: "How can there be such anxiety, go to sleep first."

It's the reverse of most people's getting up, Yu Sheng never speaks unexpectedly when he is very sleepy, and his tone will be more inexplicably milder than usual.

Jin Linkun took another look at his still-dried hair, and finally couldn't hold it back, took a towel and wiped it for him: "You go to bed first, just give me a bed quilt--"

"No."

Yu Sheng throws another set of quilt pillows in the school dormitory. This time he hurriedly walked. Before he could clean up in the past, he only laid a layer of plastic cloth to prevent dust: "just one set, I will order it."

Jin Linkun: "..."

He wiped his hair a little too slowly, Yu Sheng confirmed the position of the towel, pasted the place that had not been dried, and rubbed it hard twice: "Enough enough, double bed."

Jin Linkun: "........."

Yu Sheng finally realized that he was a bit wrong: "?"

"No—"

Jin Linkun cleared his throat and felt that the temporomandibular joint seemed to be a bit uncomfortable: "Am I not sleeping on the sofa?"

"..." Yu Sheng hadn't considered this alternative, and looked down at the sofa carefully: "Are you comfortable?"

"It may not be very comfortable." Jin Linkun coughed lightly, "but—"

Yu Sheng didn't let him. However, he picked up a pillow and pulled a hand over his head, looking for his arm: "Then forget it, hurry up and go out to find the piano room tomorrow."

After shaking for a moment, Jin Linkun had been pulled forward by him for two steps.

Yu Sheng dragged him away inexplicably, standing back, and Mei Yu scrambled impatiently: "Are you sleeping?"

Jin Linkun raised his head.

The teenager in front of him was too sleepy to open his eyes, his slightly curled eyelashes drooped, holding the pillow with one hand, holding his sleeve with his right hand, and the slightly pale lips curled into a line.

Jin Linkun: "...sleep."

He grabbed his phone and waited for the reaction. He was already pulled into the bedroom by Yu Sheng.

The decoration of the bedroom is simpler than the living room. A bed has accounted for almost three-quarters. There is a table beside the bed. Computer headphones are thrown on the table, and several mechanical keyboards are randomly stacked.

Jin Linkun sat next to the bed and watched Yu Sheng make the bed skillfully with his eyes closed. He was a bit hesitant to wake up his roommate and ask him to confirm the arrangement tonight.

"Pillow this."

Yu Sheng's arrangement was quite clear. He made the bed and threw the pillow over: "Go out and buy a pillow tomorrow."

He is used to living alone, and these are all very familiar. Smoothly lift the quilt to go to bed and lie down, buried in the pillow, raised his hand to pat off the ceiling light.