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I was typing in the isolation room, and someone was playing the violin in the isolation room.Although it's a bit noisy, but it sounds too good, I don't have the desire to code words at all...

—— Lin Xiyan

Lin Xiyan is a web writer.

A 20-year-old hot-blooded young man, a contracted author of a well-known website, likes to write clichéd plots in which a weak male protagonist counterattacks and becomes a king. He is an elective course in college. He is a good-looking dog.

At this moment, the child Lin Xiyan is locked in a small room called "Temporary Medical Isolation Observation Point", conscientiously sitting at the desk and typing.He is the only one in the huge four-person bedroom, and only the aunt who comes to deliver meals at regular times can make a little noise every day, and the rest of the time is always quiet, which can be regarded as boring.

Lin Xiyan finished typing the last word of this chapter, looked up and yawned, got up and swayed to the door of the dormitory, and took down the lunch hanging on the doorknob.

As a senior victim of the 2019 COVID-[-] epidemic, Lin Xiyan has never been able to play comfortably since graduating from high school.Originally, he expected to get better after entering university, but he never thought that it would be even more tragic, which made him experience a "social suffering".

There is no freedom for universities under the new crown epidemic. They can only hold back when facing the big black iron gate, and watch eagerly as the puppies living in groups in the school crawl around inside and outside the school, and come to them to play and roll.

Yao Qingyuan: How much I wish I was a puppy right now.

Lin Xi said: Wang.

Yao Qingyuan: ...

Yao Qingyuan: How many days are you going to stay in the isolation room?

Lin Xiyan: Seven days, the exact time depends on the notice from the school infirmary.

Yao Qingyuan: Didn't you come back from Ningbo?Isn't Ningbo very safe?

Lin Xiyan: Oh, when I came back this morning, Yinzhou District just found a positive case.

Yao Qingyuan: ... this luck

Lin Xi said: How often do we see each other in this world?

Yao Qingyuan: What about eating?I bring it to you?

Lin Xiyan: No, my aunt will send it to you. The food is rich and delicious, and I like it very much.

Yao Qingyuan: How rich?

Lin Xiyan took a picture of him.

The small dinner plate was full of dishes, and it was obvious that the aunt who served the dishes did not shake her hands.The upper left corner is braised pork ribs, and the upper right corner is scrambled eggs with tomatoes, with pork ribs seaweed soup and garlic broccoli sandwiched in the middle.

Yao Qingyuan: It is really rich.

Lin Xiyan: And it's free.

Yao Qingyuan: I'm sore.

Lin Xiyan smiled, replied with a dog emoji, and then turned off the phone.

The keyboard in front of him was emitting colorful lights. Lin Xiyan clicked on the Baidu net disk, and pulled out an ancient rural love story, while feeding.There were no bright colors in the early TV dramas, and the stories were also a collection of clichés, and the actors were not as good-looking as they are now, with a simple and simple look on their faces.But little student Lin Xiyan was very happy watching, giggling and crossing his legs.

There was the sound of a suitcase being dragged in the corridor outside the door.

Lin Xiyan swallowed: "Someone left?" Unable to restrain his curiosity, he hurriedly put down his chopsticks, grabbed the crack of the door and looked out.I saw an aunt standing outside the isolation room opposite him, standing and talking to the new students inside.The picture in Lin Xiyan's eyes was mostly covered by his aunt, and he could only vaguely see a pair of slender, white and tender skinny hands resting on the black suitcase beside him.

The man quietly waited for the aunt to finish speaking, then smiled and said: "Okay."

Lin Xiyan didn't see anyone, and was driven back to the dormitory by his aunt, where he sat despondently at the desk and continued cooking.

What lingers in my mind is the pair of claws with distinct bones.

That hand, ah.Those nails, ah... that white complexion and joints...

Paradise at your fingertips.

Lin Xiyan smashed his face into the keyboard and laughed twice.

There has been no sound from the bedroom opposite. Didn't he pack his things?Lin Xiyan leaned against the door and thought.

After eavesdropping to no avail, Lin Xiao rolled onto the desk again, clicked on a new chapter and started typing.The rattling sound of the green axis is loud, but there seems to be something wrong with the spring on the space bar, and it springs back every time it is pressed.Lin Xiyan poked him a few times with his index finger, and decided to replace him after a while.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, it was very hot outside the isolation room, and the temperature had reached [-] degrees.When Yao Qingyuan was visiting the prison, he stuffed him with a bottle of iced Coke, and Lin Xiyan resolutely poured himself a few sips.

There was an earth-shattering bang from the opposite side.

Lin Xiyan was startled, and looked towards the door with slightly stern eyes, holding his breath with a flustered face, and his typing hands were still floating on the keyboard.

Immediately afterwards, a melodious violin sound floated from the opposite side.

There are many friends around Lin Xiyan who are learning the violin.Those people were dignified and elegant on the stage, and the tunes they played were all the world-renowned "Violin Solo Collection".It's just that it sounds too esoteric for laymen, and its effect is comparable to that of monks who get up early and chant scriptures.

But what he played was "Rose Boy", a song that Lin Xiyan could fully appreciate and like very much.

It was a lovely and vague language, a sweet-sounding and mysterious discourse.It's like the reflection of the stars in your eyes, which can best express the souls of children.

The corners of Lin's mouth curled up.

Classmate Lin stopped typing.

Classmate Lin covered his face.

It sounds good.

The sound of the violin was very loud, so it didn't take long for the opposite side to play, and it stopped in about half an hour.

"Rose Boy" was only repeated three times in this isolation room, and it was very pleasant to listen to, obviously Lin Xiyan didn't listen enough.

But the violin player refused to play, and Lin Xiyan didn't have the cheek to tell the other party to let him play for a while.

So how do you express your love for this violinist?

Xiao Lin pouted, tiptoed to the door, opened a crack in the door, and clapped wildly at the door of the dormitory opposite!

The applause was small and awkward, and there was no reaction from the other side.Lin Xiyan felt a little shy when he bulged halfway, and put down his hands awkwardly, planning to go back to the dormitory and continue typing.

But before he retracted his head, he heard footsteps from the opposite bedroom.Then the man knocked on the door and said with a smile: "Thank you."

Lin Xiyan shrank his head even faster.

The sound of the keyboard in the room was intermittent, and Lin Xiyan deleted the [-] characters just typed on the interface, and started to fiddle with the outline again.

In fact, Xiao Lin simply read the words, leaving his mind full of the violin and those hands.

The web writer has already begun to picture the appearance of the violinist on the opposite side. He is probably very beautiful, preferably with long hair, wearing glasses, and wearing a black windbreaker.

Lin Xiyan laughed, the roller had drawn the outline to the end.

It's over, I can't write any words because of the violin.

Lin Xiyan thought.

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