Don't Talk To Me!

It was agreed to run to help break the chords, but it turned out that Yu Sheng was the one who tossed back and forth.

Jin Linkun pressed the keys of the piano according to the score, and wanted to ask whether two people should sit on the piano bench in a proper manner for four-hand piano playing, but he couldn't say anything.

The person behind him moved neatly, wrapping his arms around him from behind, pressing down slightly, and his chest followed his movements against his shoulders.

Steady and solid strength, firmly covering him, with a constant heartbeat, just landed on his back.

Jin Linkun handed the main tune to Yu Sheng, took over the chords, and raised his hand to turn over a page of score.

It's not surprising to meet classmates here. The last senior year just finished the college entrance examination, and now it's time to relax. Except for those who go out for travel, the rest are probably wandering outside.

It's just that he missed the college entrance examination for a year. When he takes the exam, he should worry about others and not him, so there is nothing to care about.

Maybe it's just... It's been too long since I've been called that.

Not used to it.

The strength behind him was still stable, Jin Linkun sat up a little bit, leaned back slightly: "What's missing - will you make up for it?"

"Make it up." Yu Sheng concentrated on answering the chords he missed, and resisted the urge to pull him to kneel down to Chopin, "What else is missing?"

Jin Linkun opened his mouth, but made no sound.

... If you say it, you might get beaten.

Pianos are expensive after all.

Jin Linkun calculated the price of the piano and the approximate compensation in case of damage, accidentally read the score, and put his hands on Yu Sheng's chords.

Before he could withdraw, Yu Sheng's left hand fell down precisely without even looking at it.

Seeing that he was about to be taught chords by his roommates, Jin Linkun had an idea, turned his palm over and held that hand directly.

……

When he limped and followed his roommate out of the piano store, Jin Linkun was still thinking about why the piano benches in the piano store were so slippery.

And why is his roommate kicking the piano stool so skillfully.

Yu Sheng bought a pillow by the way, took Jin Linkun and the pillow home, threw them together on the sofa, and then dug out the children's educational electronic piano and stuffed it into his arms.

Asking himself, Jin Linkun felt that apart from being distracted, his technical level would not have dropped to this level. Holding the electronic piano, he couldn't help but look up: "My friend, I think I have grown up..."

Yu Sheng didn't give him face: "Find a five-year-old and ask him under what circumstances he needs to turn his hands over when playing the piano."

"..." Jin Linkun rubbed the tip of his nose, turned on the switch of the electronic organ, and pressed it a few times.

There was still one can of the so sweet red can of milk left, it was stored in the refrigerator, and when it was taken out, it was covered with a thin layer of water vapor.

Seeing a can of milk being thrown head-on with precise positioning, Jin Linkun protected the small electronic piano and raised his hand in time to catch it: "Do you want takeaway?"

"Not sure." Yu Sheng took out the vegetables he bought and simply picked them out, "I'll make them."

Jin Linkun was swiping the can in circles, when he heard this, he raised his head, shaking the milk in his hand.

"If you spill it on the carpet, it's up to you when you clean it up."

Yu Sheng looked at the six directions, and gave a warning in advance, and walked to the kitchen with the vegetables: "No help, if you dare to help, eat what you cook yourself."

Jin Linkun, who had just stood up, was mercilessly suppressed and felt a little regretful: "Is it really that tragic? I think I can actually cook porridge..."

Yu Sheng ignored him, simply picked a few dishes, and threw them into the sink to be washed.

Jin Linkun couldn't stay idle, and as soon as he turned around, he followed him into the kitchen again.

"Help you wash the vegetables, this will not delay."

Jin Linkun quickly found a suitable job for him. He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled them up: "I want to learn too. Let me help you."

Yu Sheng himself doesn't really like cooking. He eats whatever he wants when his aunt is around, and he orders takeaway when he's alone. He doesn't know what's going on, so he couldn't resist buying two bags of vegetables this morning.

Seeing him happily following around, Yu Sheng still didn't make a fuss, and simply explained how he cleaned up, and went to break eggs by himself.

Jin Linkun really didn't come on a whim, he was studying very seriously.

He is a man of style in everything he does, and his posture of doing dishes is also very bluffing.The cuffs are rolled up to the elbows, the wrist bones are clear, and the slender fingers are concentrating on fiddling with the vegetables in their hands, as if this is also a very important matter.

"Why learn this?" Yu Sheng didn't think there was any occasion for him to cook by himself, so he pulled an apron and put it on for him, and tied the rope behind him.

Jin Linkun cooperated with him honestly, his eyes behind the lenses were bent, serious: "I can't just make you busy, I will do it for you later—"

"..." Yu Sheng blocked him with a rice spoon: "No, I won't eat."

He couldn't figure it out until now, how confused he was to drink that pot of porridge that day.

The original shadow was too deep, and Jin Linkun tried to make persistent efforts, but was strictly restrained by Yu Sheng within one meter from the edge of the stove.

"Don't move around, I just bought the ingredients for a meal."

Yu Sheng fumbled in his pocket, found a piece of candy, peeled it off and stuffed it into his mouth: "You will be of great help to me if you stand here."

Jin Linkun opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but his lips touched the side of his finger first.

Gently rubbed, a little cool, with a touch of toffee aroma.

Yu Sheng was very busy, he had already turned around and returned to the stove, and raised his hand to turn on the range hood.

The oil is already hot, and the egg liquid is poured in, and the aroma is overflowing with a splash.

Jin Linkun raised his hand, touched his lower lip lightly, and raised his head.

Yu Sheng's aprons are all of the same style, dark brown without any decoration, so simple and almost cold.

The boy wore the same apron as him, and his movements were neat and crisp, skillfully stirring the ingredients in the pot, and the bright aroma overflowed unstoppably.

Jin Linkun stood for a while and picked up his phone.

Liang Yifan, who was far away in the summer camp, was forced to learn to whistle for a whole day. He was exhausted physically and mentally. He fell hungry in the activity room and waited for the food to be delivered. Then he received a message from his Kunshen.

Jin Linkun: My roommate is cooking.

Liang Yifan: Brother Sheng can cook! !

Liang Yifan: Is it delicious?Is it the kind of level where you can lie down and eat when you go out to camp together!

Liang Yifan: Do you need any cheats this time?

Liang Yifan: God Kun?How are you? ?

Jin Linkun: Good.

Liang Yifan: ...?

Jin Linkun: No need, just to tell you.

Liang Yifan:? ?

Jin Linkun: [Picture] [Picture]

Liang Yifan:? ? ?

Liang Yifan sat in the activity room, looking at the last two high-definition original dinner photos sent by his mobile phone, and fell into deep thought.

Yu Sheng didn't cook too many complicated dishes, two dishes and one soup, steaming rice, the two of them just finished the last bit of soup.

Taking advantage of the short-term sleepiness of his roommates after eating, Jin Linkun finally found an opportunity to rush to wash the dishes, and put them upside down on the drainer one by one seriously.

It is easy to feel sleepy when there is something in the stomach. Yu Sheng leaned on the sofa, watched the cartoon that was successfully tuned up on the TV for a while, and looked sideways at the figure in the kitchen who was concentrating on washing the dishes.

When he first met Jin Linkun, he felt that this man was terribly annoying, and what he disliked the most was his attitude of slacking off as if he didn't care about anything.

I don't know when it started, but when this person was by his side, he began to look extra serious in everything he did.

Whether it will or not, the icing on the cake is still self-defeating.Every corner around him seemed to be involuntarily squeezed in by another shadow, carefully occupying a moderate position.

The space that had been vacant for a long time was quietly filled to the brim just like that.

Yu Sheng sank into the sofa, pulled the blanket that was forcibly draped over his body, and closed his eyes.

Before going to bed, Yu Sheng planned ahead and stuffed a whole row of pillows in the middle of the bed before lying down.

I took two days off and had to report back the next morning.

Early the next morning, Jin Linkun, who hadn't slept well for two days in a row, was led by his dormmates to the bus, took a nap all the way, woke up briefly during the two back-ups in the middle, and went back to the summer camp smoothly with his eyes closed.

"God Kun... did you practice the piano too hard?"

Ding Zhengjiao looked at Jin Linkun who was stuffed into the corner of the activity room to catch up on his sleep, and was a little worried, so he pulled Liang Yifan over: "Should I ask God Kun to go back to rest first?"

Liang Yifan also received two messages in the middle of the night last night, both of which did not sleep well, and yawned: "No, God Kun was thinking about something and couldn't sleep at night."

Cen Rui didn't have a long memory and couldn't help being curious: "What's the problem?"

"How can you accidentally knock over Wangzai's milk on the carpet of your roommate's house naturally and unpretentiously."

Liang Yifan finally found another person who was willing to listen, dragged him, and took out his mobile phone to report in detail: "And how to persuade the roommate to give up the pillow while still keeping the good habit of the roommate sleeping with the pillow."

"..."

After a few days of rehearsal, the seven groups of students who worked together to help the two bosses win a two-day vacation soon discovered that the relationship between the two seemed to have undergone significant changes during these two days.

Kunshen has not been very energetic these days. He occasionally dozed off during rehearsals, and the chances of being distracted have increased significantly. place.

Unexpectedly, Yu Sheng, who has always been strict and meticulous, picked him up and beat him up.

Not only did he not beat him, but Yu Sheng even started to ignore his roommate's occasional errands, and occasionally he couldn't stand it anymore, and would directly take over his key position, playing the main melody alone to help accompaniment.

"I feel a little out of place."

Xia Junhua: "Brother Sheng hasn't beaten Kunshen for two whole days. Our life seems to be missing something."

Cen Rui: "Besides, Kunshen's enthusiasm is so high that I'm scared, and he comes to rehearse with us every day when he's so sleepy. Help me, do you know why Kunshen is so enthusiastic all of a sudden?"

"I've changed my WeChat name, and now I call it "On the Internet, it's fate to meet each other."

Liang Yifan's cheek hurts, and he rubbed his face vaguely: "The reason is more complicated. Simply put, God Kun is worried that our group of demons will not be able to help Brother Sheng display his strength."

"..."

The chat corner fell silent, and Cen Rui, who was in charge of shaking the maraca, rubbed his knees: "Then I think God Kun is right to be worried."

"It's not me." Xia Junhua added, "We can probably suppress Brother Sheng so much that he can't show his strength."

The summer camp included the top [-] students from every city in the whole province, so it stands to reason that there are not many talented top students.

However, as a province with a large college entrance examination, and Lao Wan's alma mater H, a school of the level of the big devil is an example. All schools are desperate to learn, and there are not as many students who can take a breather to study art as in other provinces.

The luck of the seventh group is very unique. Except for the two big guys who supported the scene, the deputy group leader Kong Jiahe played the erhu well, and the remaining one with artistic expertise was not assigned. The expertise of the others can only be at the level of hobbies. .

Thinking about how Yu Sheng shocked everyone with his skills on the first day back, but he himself was still very dissatisfied. Meifeng locked up and found a piano room to practice for a whole day, and the seven groups of students suddenly felt heavy pressure.

"By the way, speaking of Brother Sheng's strength—have you read the forum?"

Xia Junhua suddenly remembered and took out his mobile phone: "There has been a lot of noise these two days. I saved that post last time and haven't had time to read it yet."

"Look, at first it was provoked by an idiot named Song Heming, saying that brother Sheng is a summer camp sneaker, and he can't play the piano."

When Cen Rui was mentioned by him, he also remembered: "In the end, he played a section by himself. At first, many people praised it. Later, a senior nine-level number came out, and he directly said that he showed pale emotions throughout the whole process, and the overall degree of completion was low. I also asked him if he needed to find a professional expert to listen to it, and then he didn't move..."

Dong Jue didn't care much about these gossips, and listened to them, and couldn't help feeling: "Ninth-level number, when can I get to this level?"

The money-circling spam forum is getting more and more functional under continuous construction, and the upgrade of the account is directly linked to the quality of the speech.There are a lot of unsolved problems hanging in the learning forums of various disciplines. The more thanks and likes you get for high-quality answers, the faster you will upgrade.

In this upgrade mode, the gold content of the ninth-level number is extremely high, and when it appears, it comes with a bold and gold-plated special effect, which often plays a decisive role in various disputes.

Since the establishment of the forum, there have only been seven ninth-level numbers in total, and each of them has worked hard to accumulate a lot of high-quality answers in the forum they are good at.

What is the origin of the eighth number nine named "WSYZKA" that appeared this time, which also aroused the curiosity of many people.

Cen Rui has been paying attention to this gossip, and even used his thirteen trumpets to take turns scolding Song Heming. Because of his excessive words, he was banned from twelve accounts, which left a deep impression on him.

"That ninth-level number is also awesome. It appeared late at night and answered all unanswered questions on various sections within three days. It was also very detailed, and the number of likes soared all the way."

Looking back now, Cen Rui couldn't help but be fascinated: "Two thousand more points in one hour, a crazy increase in points, like a broken bamboo, straight up to level [-], directly from the sky, shutting down the wheat, super cool..."

There are not many contestants who can answer questions comprehensively across arts and sciences. He couldn't help being curious, and tentatively asked Sheng Sheng's account.

It turned out that the other party not only didn't pay attention to this matter, he didn't even go to the forum very much, and he was only a first-level member until now, and he just paid for registration two days ago.

"So——" Xia Junhua opened his mouth, a little hesitant, "No way? God Kun doesn't seem like such a nosy person..."

Cen Rui was noncommittal, and raised his eyebrows with an inscrutable expression.

Liang Yifan used the cover of the instrument to look at the two people beside the piano.

Now is the rest time, Jin Linkun accompanied Yu Sheng to practice the piano, and the four-handed piano became second-hand after playing. The shoulders under the black shirt swayed, and the arms exposed by the T-shirt beside him were caught in time.

"Can insomnia be like this?" Yu Sheng supported him, and couldn't help frowning: "Do you need me to knock you out and throw you on the bed tonight?"

"My friend, I think we can change our understanding."

Jin Linkun woke up as soon as he helped him, touched the tip of his nose, and coughed lightly: "For example—it's easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. I'm used to sleeping in bigger beds, so I'm not very used to dormitories... "

Yu Sheng covered his mouth with one hand, didn't continue to practice, and put down the piano cover: "Go back to sleep or sleep on your stomach?"

Jin Linkun smiled and put on the piano cover cooperatively.

He lowered his head and was about to bury it in his arms when Yu Sheng grabbed his collar and took off his glasses.

Jin Linkun lay on the piano cover and slept quietly for a while.

Yu Sheng sat beside him and read a book for a while, stood up, drew the curtains tightly, walked over and gestured to everyone, indicating that the chatting voice should be a little softer.

Liang Yifan looked at the glasses clutched in Yu Sheng's hand, and patted Xia Junhua's head meaningfully: "Don't worry, you will understand when you grow up."