Don't Talk To Me!

When Liang Yifan, as a representative, conveyed the sincere greetings of the seventh group to God Kun, Jin Linkun was playing his little children's educational electronic piano.

Kunshen was very calm, typing on the mini keyboard with one hand, and with the other hand, he sent a message to the seven groups of students who were looking forward to it: everything went well, and they are practicing piano.

The entire seven groups breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look, I said I must have been practicing."

Team leader Ding Zhengjiao was very happy, and educated a group of members: "Brother Sheng and Kunshen are both professionals, and they will not disappoint our trust."

"It must be very handsome." Cen Rui couldn't help imagining the appearance of the boss playing the piano, "The two of you are sitting in front of the piano, working in perfect harmony, with your hands flying..."

Xia Junhua agreed: "I guess it's still a grand piano, the pure white one."

……

Everyone was chattering, you and I complemented each other, and quickly spelled out the beautiful picture in my mind.

A group of people were about to go back to their beds peacefully, when Liang Yifan suddenly jumped up again: "Come back, come back, it's not over yet!"

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

Cen Rui couldn't help feeling emotional, and tiptoed Liang Yifan to watch: "What happened again? Let us help you ask for one more day off?"

Although the seven groups of students have basically added Jin Linkun's WeChat account recently, there are still a few who dare to send messages. Cheats like "How to take my roommate out to dinner after my roommate beat me up again" were paid for lecture topics.

Jin Linkun doesn't reply to messages very often, usually as long as it shows that the document has been received, the conversation is over, but this time he actually replied with the second sentence.

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

This question was a bit serious, and the intense discussion was largely fruitless. The seven groups of students who studied for the whole night looked at each other in blank dismay, and suddenly felt a sense of urgency that their homework was being checked.

It's not that they don't care, it's really that a group of academic masters who concentrate on working hard on weekdays are not good at this aspect.It is not easy to have artistic expertise. Even counting whistles and triangular iron shakers, only more than half of them can successfully make it to the stage.

Still without considering whether there will be a group of demons dancing wildly or being silent after taking the stage.

Ding Zhengjiao was also very nervous because of his limited ability: "Just tell God Kun—that we are already making intensive preparations, and we must not hold him and Brother Sheng back..."

Liang Yifan sat upright with his phone in his hands, and quickly typed on the keyboard to reply, but the message from the other end had already jumped out first.

Jin Linkun: Prepare well, if you need any help, you can come to me.

Jin Linkun: Come on.

"..."

The dormitory was quiet for a while, Liang Yifan carefully read the previous article, and confirmed: "It's not that my account has been hacked."

Cen Rui scratched his ears: "What should I do? God Kun is about to go to the battle to help in person, and I actually kindled up my fighting spirit...Will I get beaten if I play the harmonica in the toilet in the middle of the night?"

"No, yes."

Ding Zhengjiao interrupted his thoughts in time, thought carefully, and gritted his teeth: "About Kun Shensheng to rehearse the day after tomorrow, I will borrow the classroom tomorrow."

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

"Sleep ass."

Xia Junhua helped the group leader answer his question concisely, and picked him up: "Come here quickly, at least learn how to whistle, otherwise why would you have the nerve to explain to God Kun and the others later..."

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

……

Jin Linkun put down his phone, reopened the music book, and looked at the photo.

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

There were all kinds of musical instruments in a mess on the stage. A group of middle and high school students held bouquets and happily accepted the congratulations. The certificate and trophy of the best performance award were placed on the piano next to the stage.

The short boy sat on the chair, his legs couldn't reach the ground, his facial features were soft and delicate, much more childish than now.

With one hand resting on the piano, the back of the shoulders straightened and the lower jaw raised slightly, his face was extremely serious.

It only occupies a small corner of the screen, but no matter who looks at it, they can notice him at the first sight.

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

How did his roommate...

How can she be so cute.

He had a premonition that once Yu Sheng knew what would happen to him when he saw the photo of him when he was a child, Jin Linkun struggled with the photo for a long time before Yu Sheng went to take a bath, and took out his mobile phone to quickly retake it. one sheet.

There was a sound in the bathroom behind him, and Jin Linkun immediately closed the music score and turned around.

No one came out, probably Yu Sheng just dropped something.

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

They are all certificates above the municipal level and provincial level, and there are several high-standard theatrical performances. The piano score has reached the performance level, and there are marks from the original piano practice on it.

But these things have been sealed up, and they have been dusted for a long time.

In the group photo just now, other people have their parents come to the stage to send flowers, and the whole family gathered together happily, and you can feel how lively it is through the photo.

Only the boy on the piano bench is himself.

Obviously won the most powerful award.

Apparently it looks like it's going to shine.

Jin Linkun subconsciously stroked the cover of the book. Covering the cover with his palm, he slid it down little by little, and patted it lightly twice.

His roommate had been separated for so many years, and it was rare for him to be on stage again. No matter what, he had to make everyone else perform better.

After tidying up his things and making his body dusty, Yu Sheng couldn't hold back and took a shower, pulled out a towel, and first heard the intermittent sound of the electronic organ coming from the sofa in the living room.

"Like it so much?" Yu Sheng just wanted to win back the game, but Jin Linkun actually cooperated, brushing his hair and going over, "I see you off, you are not allowed to play in the dormitory."

Jin Linkun was leaning on the sofa, with a stack of books on his knees, and was deleting and revising the music score while trying out the sound with the electronic piano. Hearing that, he said in a dumb voice, "To be honest, I suddenly feel that it's quite—"

He raised his head, just halfway through his speech, he opened his mouth, and suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

Yu Sheng casually put on a half-worn T-shirt, with a towel over his shoulder, and was bending down to read what he wrote.

The hair near the ends was still a bit damp, and the normally strong hair hung down and stuck to his forehead obediently, making him look a little younger than usual.

The neckline of the T-shirt was already a little loose. From this angle, you could see the delicate collarbone. The young man's Adam's apple was sharp and clear, and the shoulder and neck lines were slightly stretched to reveal the vague and smooth outline of the muscles and bones.

The temperature of the air conditioner at home is just right, and it can be dried after a short walk.Yu Sheng was too lazy to toss too much, brushed his hair twice and then ignored it, looking down at the pencil marks on the music sheet.

"Here, the arpeggio doesn't work, there will be fights."

Yu Sheng didn't intend to use his left hand to kick Jin Linkun's right hand off the piano keys, and pressed his shoulder to read the music with his head down, not aware that something was wrong with him: "What is it?"

Jin Linkun's Adam's apple twitched slightly, trying his best to restrain the sudden thought of raising his hand to wipe his hair: "Very...cute."

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

He didn't expect that his roommate's aesthetics turned out to be so full of innocence and childishness.

Jin Linkun himself didn't quite know what he was talking about, so he cleared his throat and crossed out the arpeggio: "Did you take a shower? Is it cold?"

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

Yu Sheng leaned on his shoulder, lowered his head to read the score below, and couldn't help it: "Have you been practicing piano in church?"

"Ah." Jin Linkun was still a little dazed, subconsciously agreed, "What's wrong?"

Yu Sheng: "This is a song about love. The chords you added are so sacred that the two of them will soar right away."

"..."

The aftereffects of the organ were so serious that Jin Linkun was forced to quit his work as an arranger and was forced to take a bath by Yu Sheng.

I don't know why, as soon as the mind is free, the movement of the young man bending down in the light, pressing his shoulders and looking at the music score together suddenly became very clear.

Together with the faint temperature tainted through the fabric, the smell of shampoo from the clean ends of the hair, the fresh water vapor, and the faint airflow that brushes past the pinnae of the ear when talking, it reminds him to pay more attention to more details everywhere.

Normally normal movements and existence, but because I don't know which switch was flipped, it seems to have begun to be endowed with a new meaning.

……

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

After taking a shower, Yu Sheng's score has also been changed to the first version.

It's getting late, and Yu Sheng has been sleepy for a while after a lot of tossing on the road today.Seeing him come out, he rubbed his eyes and yawned, then threw away the music paper and the book together: "Sleep?"

"Go to sleep, it's getting late."

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

Yu Sheng was so sleepy that he stayed up until now in order to wait for him, and looked up at the time: "There is no rush, go to bed first."

It's the opposite of most people's wake-up mood. When Yu Sheng is very sleepy, he is always surprisingly easy to talk, and his tone is inexplicably gentler than usual.

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

"No."

Yu Sheng threw the other set of quilts and pillows in the school dormitory. This time he left in a hurry, and before he had time to clean them up, he just spread a layer of plastic cloth to prevent dust: "Just one set, let's order."

Jin Linkun: "..."

He wiped his hair a little too slowly, Yu Sheng confirmed the position of the towel, pasted the part that was not dry, and rubbed against it twice: "It's big enough, a double bed."

Jin Linkun: "..."

Yu Sheng finally realized that something was wrong with him: "?"

"no--"

Jin Linkun cleared his throat, feeling that the temporomandibular joint seemed a little out of control: "Didn't I sleep on the sofa?"

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

"Maybe not very comfortable." Jin Linkun coughed lightly, "But—"

Yu Sheng didn't let him go, but picked up a pillow casually, stroked it on top of his head, and found his arm: "Forget it, hurry up, and go out to find the piano room tomorrow."

After a moment of distraction, Jin Linkun had already been dragged forward by him two steps.

Yu Sheng dragged him away with inexplicable difficulty, stood still and turned around, his brows furrowed impatiently: "Are you going to sleep or not?"

Jin Linkun raised his head.

The young man in front of him was too sleepy to open his eyes, his eyelashes drooped a little, he was holding the pillow with one hand, his sleeve was in his right hand, and the corners of his pale lips were pursed into a line.

Jin Linkun: "...sleep."

He grabbed the phone, and without waiting for a response, Yu Sheng had already dragged him into the bedroom.

The decoration of the bedroom is simpler than that of the living room. A bed occupies almost three-quarters of the room. There is a table next to the bed. On the table are computer earphones and a few mechanical keyboards.

Jin Linkun sat down close to the edge of the bed, watched Yu Sheng skillfully make the bed with half-closed eyes, a little hesitant to wake up his roommate, and let him confirm tonight's arrangement again.

"Pillow this."

Yu Sheng's arrangement was quite clear. After making the bed, he threw the pillow over: "I'll buy a pillow when I go out tomorrow."

He is used to living alone, and he is very familiar with these things.Smoothly lifted the quilt, went to bed and lay down, buried it in the pillow, raised his hand and patted off the overhead light.