Don't Talk To Me!

Yu Sheng's house is on the twelfth floor.

On the top floor, the possibility of being surrounded by all kinds of lingering decoration electric drilling sounds is avoided to the greatest extent.

Jin Linkun was still a little hesitant when he entered the door, but was pulled by Yu Sheng: "What are you doing poking at the door, to ward off evil spirits?"

"a little nervous……"

The door slammed shut behind him, Jin Linkun cleared his throat, and subconsciously straightened his clothes: "Is there no one in your house?"

Yu Sheng shook his head, and gave him a pair of slippers: "No one, Auntie didn't look for it when she got home last time, and put the row under the coffee table, you go to the living room to stay first."

The content of the whole sentence was a bit jumpy, and it took Jin Linkun a while to fully understand that he had been thrown onto the sofa in the living room by Yu Sheng.

He found an outlet under the coffee table and charged his phone.

Three bedrooms and one living room, the living room is a bit empty, the decoration is very standard, it looks almost exactly the same as the model room.

The long row of sofas is extremely spacious, occupying at least one-third of the living room, with light gray wooden handles, and there are at least a dozen throw pillows of different styles scattered on it.

Jin Linkun took one and pressed it twice.

It's soft and feels good. With the same style of air-conditioning blanket on the side, it looks very suitable for sleeping on the sofa.

He hugged that pillow, and for some reason, he remembered Yu Sheng's empty information collection form again.

"Why are you so dazed?" Yu Sheng turned on the air conditioner, took out a can of Coke that he bought before he left from the refrigerator, and shook it twice in front of his eyes.

Jin Linkun raised his head, took the Coke, and casually asked a question: "I was wondering—what do you watch on your TV?"

Yu Sheng glanced back at the TV hanging on the wall, and took out two remote controls for him: "I don't know, you study it."

"..." Jin Linkun: "Huh?"

After walking for such a long time, there is no one at home, and it has more or less been dusted.Yu Sheng was about to tidy up the room first, and took out a bag of wet wipes: "It's too complicated, I'm too lazy to do it, and there's nothing interesting about it."

The TV was there when he moved in, but he didn't want it, probably because the decorator thought there should be a TV on the wall.

Today's TVs are getting bigger and bigger and more complicated. Some buttons on the remote control even have several functions.He tried it twice, but he couldn't bear the hassle of the two remote controls tossing and turning, so he just threw it away and didn't care about it anymore.

Duan Lei and the others have also come to play a few times. They are all young and energetic high school students. Every time, they go straight to the cool water-cooled desktop computer in the study. This is the first time someone asks him what he thinks of this thing.

Jin Linkun: "..."

The grown-up and outdated senior high school senior who had repeated grades had no way to argue, so he got his first job, sat in the living room, and honestly studied the relationship between set-top boxes and TVs.

Yu Sheng simply tidied up the room and went back to the living room. Jin Linkun had successfully turned off the TV.

The TV was tuned to the [Golden Years] section, and it was playing the rerun of the Spring Festival Gala of an unknown year.The bright red on the screen is too visually impactful, so that he still hasn't successfully figured out which remote control is the tuner, and is trying hard to turn down the volume.

The lively and festive music was so loud that Yu Sheng leaned against the door, looking at the figure in a hurry on the sofa, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Jin Linkun is still fighting the TV unremittingly.

Suddenly, he didn't want to look for some piano score, so Yu Sheng opened the refrigerator to search again, confirmed that there was really nothing to eat, took out his phone and ordered two takeaways.

"Friend, do you usually live at home?"

Jin Linkun finally turned down the volume smoothly, feeling as if he had done ten sets of competition questions, leaning on the sofa exhausted to regain blood: "If you don't stop, I may only be able to study this far today."

"Stay." Yu Sheng sat down, with a smile in his eyes, "I won't live on campus in my third year of high school. I'm under a lot of pressure to study, and I just want to watch TV when I have nothing to do."

"..."

After all, there is still the pressure of the college entrance examination. The school rules of No. 09 Middle School will suddenly become stricter in the third year of high school. The students who live on campus have to study at night until 30:[-]. Things go away.

Although Yu Sheng doesn't like living alone, but considering the full four and a half hours time gap, he is willing to contribute his own strength to the learning conditions of the students living on campus.

With the help of a group of helpless and innocent friends headed by Duan Lei who can't go to day school, he is ready to submit his application for day school at the beginning of school.

Jin Linkun rubbed his eyes, put on his glasses again, and continued to study the operation method of the TV.

It was completely dark when the takeaway was delivered, so Yu Sheng ordered two servings of Malatang, which was neither spicy nor spicy, and unpacked the chopsticks and handed them to Jin Linkun.

"Friend." Jin Linkun carefully studied the order for a while, and made a cautious evaluation: "To be honest, I think you're just going to be hot."

Yu Sheng didn't think there was anything wrong with the meal he ordered, so he tapped on the table: "If you don't eat it, it won't even be hot."

Jin Linkun thought he was right.

The pancakes were finished on the way back, and the tall boy was getting hungry easily. The two of them ate clear soup, boiled vegetables and boiled balls facing each other, and the New Year's sketches that were not so loud were still playing on the TV.

Jin Linkun couldn't take a break, looked at it for a while while eating, and vaguely remembered: "This is from this year, I have seen it."

Yu Sheng picked up a chopstick of instant noodles, looked up at the two people who were hugging each other on the TV, and asked about the spoiler: "Did his brother beat him up in the end?"

"Huh?" Jin Linkun looked carefully at the screen, "It was so noisy at the time, I thought they were father and son..."

"..."

Yu Sheng no longer had any hope for him, gave up the logic of continuing to entangle the sketch, stuffed two more mouthfuls, and put down the chopsticks.

Both of them ate about the same, and the takeaway was easy to pack, and the bag could be thrown away as soon as it was closed.

Yu Sheng tidied up the table, put the bag at the door, went back to the bedroom and opened the drawer to look through it.

Jin Linkun's plan of trying to help wash the dishes was disrupted by the time-saving convenience of the takeaway. He didn't know what to do, so he followed him aimlessly around twice, poked at the door of the bedroom, and peeked inside from time to time.

Yu Sheng felt that he was about to hear the accompaniment of his psychological struggle, and pulled the drawer to the open: "This is the first time you've come to someone else's house?"

"...Yes." Jin Linkun nodded sincerely, "My friend, what should I do now? Do I need to mop the floor?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun continued to use his imagination: "Or clean the windows? Your house is quite clean, and I can help you build up pillows..."

I was a little worried about what my home would look like after this person used his imagination, Yu Sheng interrupted him in time, pulled out a key and stood up: "Okay, come and help."

Jin Linkun finally found his place, stood up happily, and followed him through the living room to the door of the room that had been locked all along.

The house is so clean that there is no trace of a second person. There is one bedroom and one study room. Jin Linkun thought the rest was a guest room, but when he opened it, he realized that it was used as a storage room.

There were a lot of things piled up on the table and on the floor, stuffed to the brim, a little messy, it looked like it hadn't been cleaned up.

Yu Sheng stood at the door recalling for a few seconds, pushed him open and walked in, stepped on a chair, leaned up, and dragged a huge cardboard box down from the top of the cabinet: "Take a handful."

Before he opened his mouth, Jin Linkun had followed swiftly and took over the heavy paper box: "It's so heavy, what's in it?"

"Piano score, but there may not be many four-handed playing."

Yu Sheng let go, patted the ashes on his hands, and jumped off with one hand: "How good is your piano?"

Jin Linkun thought for a while: "Ten years ago it wasn't bad, but now I can probably run around and hit the chords for you."

……

In fact, Jin Linkun has not touched the piano for many years.After all, there is a difference between a pipe organ and a piano, and it takes a few days to find the feeling of sitting on the piano bench without kicking around.

Yu Sheng was not surprised: "I haven't practiced for several years, just find a simple piece of music and deal with it."

The room had been locked for over a year and was extremely dusty.Yu Sheng choked and sneezed a few times, and couldn't stay any longer, so he dragged Jin Linkun and dragged the box to the living room.

Bearing the high expectations of the entire seven groups of students, the two of them sat on the ground with pillows and picked out a box of books in the cheerful background sound for a long time.

There are not only scores in the box, but also a dusty trophy certificate. A stack of yellowed photos is stuffed in the corner, and the edges have begun to curl.

Yu Sheng obviously didn't take these things seriously, and stuffed them into the corner casually, took out the score book, simply wiped off the dust on it with a wet towel, and handed him a book for him to pick after wiping.

Jin Linkun briefly flipped through a few books, then couldn't help but look up at Yu Sheng who was wiping the covers of each book.

At the door just now, he found that the room should be filled with things brought out from the house.

It seems that they all carry a lot of memories. There are photo frames, handmade warship models, and large hardcover books that are expensive at first glance. They are all scattered in there, and nothing will be taken out by the owner the meaning of.

Yu Sheng didn't seem to have any feelings after opening the door, his expression was still quite calm, he leaned against the sofa and sat on the pillow, changed a wet towel and continued to wipe the dust.

He didn't seem to be planning to chat either. Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose, feeling that he shouldn't just speak so hastily. He took the book and opened it, flipping through the scores on it page by page.

Yu Sheng wiped another copy and threw it into Jin Linkun's arms.

If it weren't for getting the piano score this time, Yu Sheng would have almost forgotten that there is such a room at home.

Usually this door is locked. The aunt who took care of the family has been working for a long time, and I know there is nothing to help clean up here. It has been left like this since I moved here.

……

In fact, there is really no particularly sensational story, mainly because he was too lazy to clean up after moving.

In addition, it was quite easy to live in No. [-] Middle School, knowing that there were not many people in his past, there was no chance to be on stage, and these things were not needed, so there was really no need to sort them out.

People grow up very quickly, even if it is once important enough to be terribly uncomfortable to be touched, after waiting for many years to look back, it has actually become a past that you don’t care about.

He just suddenly felt that ever since he met Jin Linkun, the barrier between himself and the past seemed to be unknowingly thinning.

Although he still doesn't know why he studies, why he stays up late to memorize the questions, why he competes seriously for a messy reason, and even agrees to participate in the four-handed playing of a group of demons dancing wildly. Hui took the sheet music.

In the past, he worked hard to do this because he thought that his parents would come back. He thought that if he was good enough, he would win awards when he came on stage, and the whole family could have another meal together.

When the trophy was slammed on the ground, and he stood in the eyes of everyone, either puzzled or sympathetic, looking at the opposite family, the motivation to continue like this suddenly disappeared.

Since then, whether it was deliberate or instinctive, by the time he realized it, he had avoided all occasions that would attract the attention of others.

...until somehow, because of a few words at the door of the toilet, the fighting spirit was ignited, and a battle over the toilet was settled.

The whole incident and the bathroom were full of indissoluble bonds, Yu Sheng twitched the corner of his mouth, pressed the somewhat unpleasant memory, and re-wiped the performance-grade leather-covered sheet music in his hand.

The wet towel flicked over, and the bronzing handwriting became bright again.

Because it has been placed in a cardboard box for the past two years without contact with the air, the color is still bright, golden and dazzling.

Yu Sheng clutched the book in his hand, subconsciously put his fingers away.

He still doesn't know what motivates him to do this now.

But he still vaguely noticed that before he knew it, he seemed to be less resistant to studying and being busy, less resistant to enriching his life, and gradually began to not care about being focused on standing on the stage again, less resistant to being let He was back in everyone's eyes again.

Obviously from the beginning, he just wanted to help this socially handicapped roommate make a few friends.

Yu Sheng himself felt that the development of this matter was a bit inexplicable, and the corners of his lips unconsciously twitched. Before he could finish his emotion, he was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts by some strange touch.

"..." Yu Sheng opened Jin Linkun's hand that was groping on his leg: "What are you doing?"

Jin Linkun raised his hand to explain: "Look for the feeling."

He just picked a piece of music, imitating the piano keys in his mind, trying to find the fingering feeling, but there is no place to practice.

There is no piano in the living room, and the size of the bedroom and study is probably not enough.

Jin Linkun closed the piano score book in his hand, and quickly hid the group photo inside, which was probably inserted by hand, and covered it tightly with the pages of the book.

He raised his hand while holding the book, and moved back two centimeters in the near-substantial murderous look of his roommate who finally regained consciousness, trying to find a reasonable explanation for his movements of pressing back and forth on the opponent's leg: "I simply calculated Forget it, the two of us have not touched the piano for more than three years, time is a little tight, I think this should be practiced as soon as possible..."

Yu Sheng sat on the ground and looked at him for a while, nodded, stood up, and went into the room where the ashes were kept.

This time he came out in a short time, holding a very delicate and unopened sky-blue children's educational electronic organ in his hand, standing next to the garbage bag he was going to take out to throw away, and neatly unpacked it.

"..."

Jin Linkun opened his mouth, looking weakly at the sudden turn of fate, trying to save the situation, "My friend, I suddenly feel that time is not so tight..."

"No, you really have to practice."

Satisfied with his memory, Yu Sheng was obviously in a good mood, took out two batteries and stuffed them in, and tried to press the keyboard.

The children's educational electronic piano with sky blue paintings and little white clouds rang out the sound of ding ding dong dong.

Jin Linkun: "..."

Yu Sheng nodded, put the piano on Jin Linkun's lap, and patted him on the shoulder: "Good boy."