Don't Talk To Me!

The bedroom suddenly darkened.

The bedside lamp was on, leaving a little light, and the warm yellow light wrapped in the moonlight streaming in from the window, quietly mixing together.

Yu Sheng was really sleepy, he fell asleep soon after lying down, and his breathing gradually became even.

Jin Linkun's heartbeat finally dropped slightly to the normal range.

The quilt was indeed not small, so Yu Sheng built a side, most of which were on his side.

Jin Linkun picked up the pillow, went to bed lightly, took a deep breath, lifted the quilt and moved in.

He didn't lie down immediately, and sat on the head of the bed for a long time, leaning on the pillow, took out his phone, turned the screen to the darkest, and clicked on WeChat.

In the hotpot restaurant late at night, Liang Yifan, who knows nothing but studying, was painfully practicing whistle, when the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.

When he took it out, it turned out to be a message from him that had never been heard before.

Jin Linkun: Are you there?

Liang Yifan sat upright, his mind spinning rapidly.

These two people are obviously going to spend the night at Sheng's house tonight. Although no one in the seven groups knows the structure of Brother Sheng's house, it does not prevent them from giving full play to their broad imagination.

"News from God Kun?" Xia Junhua approached excitedly, his imagination soaring wildly: "At this time——is God Kun being beaten by Brother Sheng again and kicked out of the house?"

Ding Zhengjiao was very dissatisfied with his schadenfreude: "How is it possible? At most, Brother Sheng's house doesn't have a guest room, so God Kun sleeps on the sofa. God Kun doesn't know how to sleep."

"Maybe God Kun wants to sneak into Brother Sheng's bedroom to explore at night!"

Cen Rui rubbed his hands excitedly, "Come back quickly, let's see what Brother Sheng needs our help! Although we are completely inexperienced, we have rich imagination..."

The voice fell, and the message from the other end had been sent again.

Jin Linkun: We are now lying on the same bed, covered with a quilt.

Cen Rui: "..."

Ding Zhengjiao: "..."

Seven groups of students with rich imagination: "..."

Liang Yifan knew a lot, stared at the line of words and studied it several times, and replied a little apprehensively: So...do you still have any dissatisfaction?

It took a while for Jin Linkun's news to pop up: No.

Jin Linkun: Are there any similar strategies?

Liang Yifan was stunned: what strategy?

Jin Linkun: For example, if I accidentally fell asleep on my roommate's bed, how would I survive the next day?

The hotpot restaurant was quiet for a while, and Cen Rui was the first to react, doing eye exercises and turning around to run for his life: "No, God Kun is not created by this person, I think it's probably hacking."

A group of people took it seriously, abandoned classmate Liang Yifan, and disbanded on the spot without any morals.

……

Jin Linkun waited for the phone for a while, but did not get any useful information, so he put down the phone and propped his head on the edge of the bed.

The bedroom was very quiet, Yu Sheng was sound asleep with her face buried in the pillow.

Usually he is obviously very tough, but when he is asleep, he seems obedient for no reason, and the sharpness of the whole person softens.

Jin Linkun couldn't help reaching out his hand, wanting to touch his hair.

The freshly dried hair was still slightly cool, Jin Linkun touched it lightly, and was about to raise his hand when Yu Sheng suddenly moved.

The drowsy sleepy boy turned around, rubbed his palm against his head, and leaned over along the warm breath.

Jin Linkun stopped his movements and unconsciously held his breath.

He still can't get over that photo.

Yu Sheng told him about a stomachache once, how long did he stand in place for such a stubborn, radiant and arrogant boy, and how long did he live like this.

Such an empty home.

He actually knew that Yu Sheng didn't mind anymore, the young man was still too proud to be sympathetic to charity, he was living a good life by himself, he could do everything, and he could do everything neatly.

But...he still wanted to hug him.

Just hug it, let go after hugging, and sleep straight on the bed with your hands tightly pressed to the seams of your trousers.

Jin Linkun sat for a while, then slowly leaned down, took Yu Sheng into his arms, and hugged him quietly.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, the person in his arms also vaguely sensed the touch around him, raised his arm, and directly grabbed him with his backhand.

Jin Linkun: "..."

This development was something he hadn't anticipated.

Jin Linkun moved tentatively, and patted his arm lightly: "Yu Sheng?"

Yu Sheng didn't wake up at all, but fell asleep and was used to fishing for things in his arms, moved his arms, and still fell into a deep sleep.

The young man closed his eyes, his brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a bit of stubborn strength on his arms that he refused to let go.

Jin Linkun was reluctant to break his arm, and lay down for a while holding his breath, still carrying the quilt to cover the shoulders of the two, and closed his eyes.

Two hours later, Jin Linkun, who still couldn't fall asleep, touched his phone and glanced at Liang Yifan's suggestion "Pay attention to all reminders that may have special meaning".

...Thinking about it now, the pile of pillows with different shapes on the sofa is probably a hint.

If he didn't predict the current development through this detail, he can't blame his roommate for catching and hugging.

Jin Linkun thanked him, put down his phone, and closed his eyes.

The boy's strong body was pressed against his chest, and his short hair rubbed against his neck, making it a little itchy. The lukewarm air brushed his skin and melted into the air.

His throat felt dry unconsciously, and he managed to adjust his breathing. He really didn't know what to think, and blindly ran through Yu Sheng's revised score again in his mind.

The complicated mental journey in the middle of the night prevented Jin Linkun from getting up the next morning.

Yu Sheng opened his eyes, and was shocked by the unexplainable scene in front of him.

It seemed that the two of them didn't need a second pillow. He was resting on Jin Linkun's shoulder, with one hand strangling his back. Jin Linkun's arm was on his back, and he was still awake.

Sensing his movement, the other party was also skillfully pulling the quilt, and tugged on his shoulder.

Yu Sheng lay down for a while, carefully thinking about who to beat.

A big living person in his arms suddenly sat up, Jin Linkun couldn't fall asleep no matter how sleepy he was, so he managed to overcome the deep drowsiness and opened his eyes.

He was still lying down, opened his eyes for a while, and met Yu Sheng's sight.

Memories of last night flooded my mind.

……

"Be careful--"

Yu Sheng was taken aback by him, grabbed his head and slammed into the person under the bed: "As for what, what did you do last night?"

Jin Linkun didn't do anything last night, except that his arm, which had been used as a pillow all night, was terribly numb. He wanted to sit up and explain, but when he exerted all his strength, he almost fell down.

But he still didn't know how to explain it, his throat moved, and Yu Sheng pulled him to sit still: "Friend..."

The friend didn't seem to want to hear him explain: "Shut up."

Jin Linkun shut his mouth obediently,

"Slow down."

As soon as Yu Sheng came back to his senses, he figured out what was wrong with his arm, avoided the piece that he had been pressing all the time, and pulled him back into the quilt: "Sleep with you, I'll go buy breakfast."

Jin Linkun felt that it was necessary for him to participate in this kind of activity, and tried to sit up: "I'm not sleepy anymore, I'll accompany you—"

His words suddenly paused in the cool touch of his eyelids, paused, and his throat moved: "Yu Sheng...?"

Yu Sheng touched it twice to make sure that it wasn't the dark circles painted on with some eyeshadow pencil, and pulled the pillow to press the person in.

He has always been a quick learner, and now he has comprehended Jin Linkun's movements, and tucked the corner of the quilt in a bit roughly: "Stop talking nonsense, don't you know how to wake me up?"

Jin Linkun opened his mouth, smiled, and said nothing.

Yu Sheng wrapped the person into a rice dumpling, and was about to wash his face to wake up, when his wrist was suddenly grabbed lightly: "Yu Sheng."

He yelled seriously, Yu Sheng frowned, and turned around: "What are you doing?"

Jin Linkun half-supported his arms: "Sit down a bit."

As soon as Yu Sheng sat down, that arm wrapped around his shoulder and gently pulled it together.

Jin Linkun was ready to be thrown over his shoulder, but the person in his arms just straightened up abnormally stiffly, his breathing stopped, and even his shoulders were completely motionless.

The teenager's shoulder blades were thin and hard, they didn't know how to relax, and they pressed firmly against his chest.

Jin Linkun's heart seemed to skip a beat, he took a breath, his voice softened, and he rubbed his neck: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Yu Sheng pursed his lips, and his Adam's apple moved.

...not so good.

He himself doesn't know what's going on, he usually suffers from insomnia for an hour or two when lying in bed, and unless he doesn't close his eyes for three days and three nights, the chances of falling asleep on the pillow are almost rare.

Especially yesterday I turned over the piano score.

The pictures from childhood to adulthood are all stored in memory, and from time to time they can pop up because of a switch, playing small movies back and forth in my mind.

He had already made preparations for a night full of those messy things, but he slept exceptionally well the whole night, without even having a superfluous dream.

Yu Sheng hesitated to speak, Jin Linkun held him with one hand, and after a while he almost guessed the meaning.

He crawled along the pole very well. After studying it carefully for a while, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and patted his head on the shoulder: "Then you praise me."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun didn't wait for his roommate's praise. He was twisted and placed on the bed so soft that he could bounce, and was re-wrapped into rice dumplings.

It is forbidden to set up stalls to sell in the community, and there are not many takeaways in the morning.Yu Sheng went a long way, bought two portions of tofu nao, and came back with a bag of buns.

There was a morning market outside, so Yu Sheng bought some food and stood at the entrance of a small convenience store for a while.

Suffering from severe sleep deprivation last night, Jin Linkun closed his eyes again, and when he opened them again, it was almost noon.

Yu Sheng had already had breakfast and was continuing to revise the score.His breakfast was placed on the table, covered with an insulated box, and two cans of Wangzai milk were placed beside it.

In fact, Yu Sheng also had a can in his hand, with a straw inserted, and he drank every sip, twirling the pen carelessly between his fingers.

It's a pity that the sound of him leaving the door sounded, and the people at the table immediately put down their pens with a vigilant click, quickly drank the last few sips of milk, crushed the red soda can and threw it into the trash can.

……

His roommate is so cute.

Jin Linkun rubbed the tip of his nose, cooperatively regained his half-dream and half-awake state, walked around the living room to say hello, yawned and walked to the bathroom.

He vaguely felt that the frequency of this thought seemed to be getting higher and higher recently.

After eating steamed stuffed bun tofu nao for breakfast or lunch, the two of them went out together, found a piano shop at random, and practiced the piano briefly.

Yu Sheng's skills are all there. Although he hasn't touched the piano in the past three years, he picked it up again faster than Jin Linkun expected.

When he plays the piano, he will appear more relaxed than usual. His thin and clean fingers are jumping on the black and white keys, and his eyebrows are slightly lowered, appearing focused and gentle.

Jin Linkun stood by the side, watched him play the piano seriously, and politely helped to persuade several girls who tried to come up to ask for WeChat with "My roommate only wants to study".

Yu Sheng tried for half an hour, walked through the compiled piece, rubbed his wrists and got up: "No, I have to practice again... What about them?"

Jin Linkun handed him the water and coughed lightly: "They?"

"Aren't you waiting to play the piano?"

Yu Sheng saw several girls coming over just now, and thought they were waiting in line to try the piano, so he speeded up deliberately, but he didn't expect that none of them disappeared now: "Can't wait?"

"..." Jin Linkun couldn't help laughing, and rubbed his head: "Yes, we all left first if we can't wait."

The movement of this person rubbing his head became more and more proficient, Yu Sheng couldn't help but frowned, and slapped that hand away: "Then why don't you hurry up and practice, what if they come back later?"

Jin Linkun opened his mouth, and was dragged by him to sit down in front of the piano quickly, with a cooperative smile in his eyes, he sat up straight and pressed the keys.

He has been playing the organ for a long time, and many movements still need temporary adjustments.

Yu Sheng supervised with his arms crossed, and stretched out his hand from time to time to correct his chord-pressing posture, so as to give himself some leeway not to be knocked off the piano bench by his elbow.

The control of the two is not weak, and they have already matched the beat quickly.Yu Sheng bent down and was about to try to join him for a while, when someone came over and said, "Excuse me, can I try this piano—"

The piano exhibited by the piano shop could be played by anyone. Yu Sheng didn't know him, so he got up to give way, but found that there seemed to be something wrong with both Jin Linkun and the visitor.

The one who came was also a thin and tall student who was about the same age as them, wearing glasses, his eyes dodged and fell on Jin Linkun, his eyes could not hide the fear and guilt: "Brother Kun, you, why are you—"

He glanced at the document bag next to the piano bench, saw the summer camp logo on it, and his face turned pale: "You...haven't taken the college entrance examination yet?"

Jin Linkun didn't move, his hands fell flat on the keys, and he didn't speak.

The tall and thin boy swallowed his saliva, took two steps back, apologized to Yu Sheng and hastily turned around, before running away without looking back.

The sound of the piano stopped for a while, Yu Sheng frowned and lowered his head: "You—"

"It's okay." Jin Linkun smiled, interrupted him, and raised his head, "Come on, try playing a section."

Yu Sheng pursed his lips, did not speak, bent over from behind him, and put one hand on the keys.

Jin Linkun struck the first chord.

For the first cooperation, it is destined to be impossible to directly pop out the finished product directly.Jin Linkun is used to the double row of keys, and the area that he can play suddenly folds in half and then folds in half again. He often can't react, and accidentally touches Yu Sheng's hand.

The roommate, who didn't even have the patience to correct his chords, suddenly remained silent and coordinated to the extreme, with one hand safely and skillfully wrapped around his arm, playing his part of the music meticulously.

Jin Linkun unconsciously lost his mind, and had already progressed to the next page before remembering that there was a left-hand chord that was too late to play, and subconsciously said: "Sorry——"

The chord sounded over his words.

Yu Sheng had been standing behind him with his right hand to cooperate, but suddenly his left hand added it, making up the chord.

"Sorry shit, I'm watching."

The young man's voice sounded from behind him, clear and clean, with a bit of usual impatience: "What's missing, can I make it up for you?"