Don't Talk To Me!

Jin Linkun actually didn't have a clear impression of what happened next.

It seems to be a curtain call together. The judges commented on the program, stepped off the stage, asked for the number, and asked to fill in something.

The two of them only clenched their hands in front of the piano for a short while, but his palms still seemed to be hot, and they were clasped in half, not even willing to hold them firmly.

The students at the end of the performance had to stay as spectators until the end of the whole performance. Others were guided to take their seats in the dark, and Yu Sheng was stopped backstage after the show.

Some people came to inquire about their piano repertoire, and even a few professors from Yangyin came here to inquire about Yu Sheng's willingness to apply for the exam.

Hearing that he had no intention of pursuing art, the old professors were very sorry, but they still insisted on retaining the invitation quota and left him a contact number.

Jin Linkun tried his best to regain his composure, and discussed with him in a low voice: "I think I play pretty well, why is no one looking for me?"

"Your doll dances with Xiaoxiong and Chopin?" Yu Sheng didn't give him face, "It's a nocturne, why are you so happy?"

Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose, trying to find a suitable reason for himself: "It doesn't necessarily mean that every night is sad, maybe Chopin fell in love suddenly while playing the piano."

"..."

Yu Sheng was inexplicably convinced, nodded, turned and went into the bathroom.

No matter how you go on stage, you have to wear simple makeup. Yu Sheng doesn't like having things on his face, so he barely puts on some powder, puts on two handfuls of hairspray, and immediately washes it off when he gets off the stage.

Jin Linkun subconsciously followed him, and also stood by the sink, splashing two handfuls of water on his face.

The cold water dripped down his cheeks, slightly extinguishing the burning nameless flame.

By the way, Yu Sheng rinsed the hairspray and flicked the water droplets from the ends of his hair twice: "Did someone come over just now?"

"……Have."

Jin Linkun smiled, pulled out a small dry square towel from his pocket, and pulled the man over to wipe his hair well: "It's not an important person."

There is an electronic version of the show's program list, and Jin Linkun noticed it. Song Heming, who had jumped out to find fault, performed their group's piano solo alone. Just a few programs before them, their proficient skills also attracted a lot of applause. .

This person has been lingering around since they left the field. He probably gained a lot of confidence from the warm applause in front of them. Hearing their adaptation of the four-handed playing with elementary difficulty, he couldn't help but want to come over again to demonstrate.

……

As a result, before he could come over, Yu Sheng was blocked by the respected old professors of Yang Yin.

Kids don't even need to pretend to be awesome.Jin Linkun couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, didn't go into details with Yu Sheng, helped him dry his hair, and went back to the auditorium together.

The student numbers of the two were next to each other, and the seats were arranged together like every time.

The lights outside the arena were pitch black, Jin Linkun leaned in his seat, listened to the steady and slow breathing of the people around him, and sat for a while, but the thought of deliberately avoiding him turned back uncontrollably.

He couldn't help lowering his head, looked at his palm, squeezed it lightly, and then let it go little by little.

……

It's not the first time holding hands, but this time it's obviously different.

His little friend took the initiative to pull him, clasping his fingers together, not intending to throw him away at all, holding him tightly and tightly.

Thoughts are bulging and clogged in my chest, and I can't make sense of them.

He looked at Yu Sheng, and couldn't help but want to ask what happened just now, but he couldn't ask after several attempts.

Yu Sheng leaned quietly in his seat, his gaze fell on the rostrum that had become lively again.

The boy's eyes were clear, making his eyes extraordinarily pure and dark, clearly reflecting the colorful lights cast on the stage.

Jin Linkun closed his eyes for a while, then stretched out his hand again, groping for Yu Sheng's hand.

It was too dark outside the court, he touched it a few times but he couldn't touch it, only his heart beat faster and faster, roaring as if he wanted to startle something in his mind that he never dared to reveal.

"God Kun?"

Ding Zhengjiao didn't know when he touched it, bent down, and announced the news: "There will be a bonfire party after a while, everyone don't leave, each group gathers by itself..."

Jin Linkun was slightly stunned, a thought that had been ignored all along popped up, and subconsciously clenched his right hand.

Before he could respond, Cen Rui who was beside him couldn't help but say, "Why is it so fast—isn't it two days before it ends?"

Ding Zhengjiao has also participated in several summer camps. Knowing the process, he explained to him in a low voice: "These days are for the students who are recommended to go through the formalities, and some people will leave almost tomorrow."

The bonfire party is basically at the end of a summer camp.

Some schools start early, and they have to pack up and prepare to go back to school the next day after the bonfire party.Students who need recommendation and special recruitment will stay for a few extra days and complete the signing procedures before leaving.

In traditional summer camps, cultural performances and bonfire parties have always been used as the last farewell ceremony.In order not to affect the effect of the show, the bonfire party will always be reserved until after the show.

Many people already knew about it, but no one was willing to mention it.

"Lao Wan invited us to dinner, as I said, this time I won't drink milk tea, I'll give you something to eat..."

Ding Zhengjiao squatted on the edge of the seat, said a few words in a low voice, and then suddenly fell silent.

The performance on the stage is still going on, and now the performance is a sketch, with several good burdens buried, and there are bursts of laughter from the audience from time to time.

Xia Junhua was a little at a loss, opened his mouth, and asked tentatively: "So...will you go in a while? The summer camp is over after going?"

No one answered him, Ding Zhengjiao was silent for a while, and nodded his head lightly twice.

"Come on, I haven't figured out how to play C language, Lao Cen also said to teach me how to connect my mobile phone to the projection screen in the school classroom—"

Xia Junhua looked back and forth, stopped talking, and only after a while did he whisper again: "...don't."

The girl sitting in the front row was still turning her head to listen to their conversation, but suddenly couldn't hold it back, she raised her hand hastily to cover her mouth, and tears fell down in a blink.

"It's okay, it's not like I won't see you after the summer camp is over—"

Cen Rui frantically coaxed, passed the tissue over, and coaxed carefully in a low voice: "Stop crying, little fairies, you haven't taken off your makeup yet, your eye shadows are all colorful..."

The girls were feeling uncomfortable at first, but when they heard his words, they couldn't help but laughed with tears in their eyes.

Liang Yifan wiped his eyes and punched him: "Old Cen, can you respect our sad atmosphere a little bit?"

"Am I still not respectful?"

Cen Rui was really out of ideas, and racked his brains: "How about I help you black out the big screen now, so we won't leave until the time is old? But this may be a bit difficult. While using hacking techniques, I may have to The computer they controlled was temporarily stolen..."

Someone was playing tricks, and everyone felt less uncomfortable, and laughed softly.

Ding Zhengjiao rubbed his eyes, couldn't help but smiled, and took a deep breath: "It's alright, alright, don't mess around, talk about business."

As soon as they stepped off the stage, they were dragged to the auditorium to fill in the blanks. Most of them hadn't had time to remove their makeup, and their clothes were still on. They had to take off their makeup and change their clothes one after another, so as not to be too late in a hurry.

The venue of the bonfire party is not far away. After the show is over, go directly there, and there is still time to come back to pick up things after the show is over.

Ding Zhengjiao was used to worrying, and he patted his shoulders one by one, making sure that they were all notified, and then dragged a few boys to return the clothes together.

The colorful eye shadows of the little girls in the pumpkin car were all blurred, and they were arranged to remove their makeup first. Ding Zhengjiao bent over and sat down to help fill in the blanks, and then asked Jin Linkun: "God Kun, I heard that your school is going to return early... ...Are you leaving tomorrow too?"

Jin Linkun's formalities are handled by a special person. Whenever he wants to go to class, he can go to class with his schoolbag, and he doesn't need to go back to school in advance for further studies.The original plan was to see when Yu Sheng left, and then arrange the itinerary together.

He sat up with some support, and was about to speak, when the hand resting on the armrest was suddenly firmly grasped again.

Jin Linkun turned his head.

Yu Sheng was still looking at the stage, the corners of his lips were pursed, he didn't move at all, and he couldn't see any special expression.

At that time, I didn't have time to pay attention, but now I realize that the child's hand is still very cold, and the fingers are pressed against the back of the hand, so tight that it hurts.

Jin Linkun moved his palm and tried to hold it back.

Yu Sheng was watching the show all the time and didn't participate in the communication with everyone. It seemed that he was not affected at all by the fact that the summer camp was about to end.

If Jin Linkun hadn't felt that his hands were about to fall apart, he might have thought that Yu Sheng didn't really care about it.

Jin Linkun suddenly remembered that he had never had a chance to discuss with Yu Sheng, and Yu Sheng didn't know what he planned for the next year.

I squeezed that hand for a while, but it couldn't warm up.Jin Linkun moved his arm and tried to pull it to his side twice, wanting to help him again.

Yu Sheng didn't let go of his hand, but he didn't follow his strength. His arm was tense. Jin Linkun tried to hold it twice, but he couldn't move it at all.

The young man's expression looked a little colder than usual, his brows looked indifferent and calm, his gaze fell motionlessly on the stage, and the sharp lines outlined by his shirt were hidden in the darkness, appearing a bit sharp.

Jin Linkun suddenly remembered Yu Sheng's "home".

Empty, like a model house, not popular at all, it seems that the house has not been changed since it was just bought and renovated.

Yu Sheng talked briefly to him several times, but he didn't bring it up on purpose, but he could still roughly piece together what was going on.

Ever since he sat in front of that piano, Jin Linkun had always had in his heart the boy in a tuxedo, a white shirt and a little red tie, sitting on the piano bench.

So stubborn and so obedient, he can't even say a soft word.

No matter how reluctant he was, he only knew that he was holding on tightly and not letting go.

How could the person who left him be willing to break this hand away.

"Yu Sheng..."

Jin Linkun gestured to Ding Zhengjiao, indicating that he would speak later, turned to him and called him softly, "Yu Sheng."

The sound effect on the stage was so good that Jin Linkun yelled a few times, and his voice, which was a little hoarse, was finally heard by the people around him through the deafening music.

Yu Sheng was silent for a while, then turned to look at him.

Jin Linkun felt a slight pain in his chest.

The summer camp was coming to an end, and he had already thought about what to do, but Yu Sheng didn't know yet.

For Sheng, the end of the summer camp meant going back to that deserted house, sitting on the edge of the bed and flipping through the Xinhua dictionary, entry by entry. back.

How long has this matter been in his little friend's heart.

Jin Linkun pursed the corner of his lower lip, took a light breath, and slowly shook his hand: "Have you ever thought about it—have you found a tutor in the third year of high school?"

……

Yu Sheng looked at him and couldn't help frowning: "Is my grade so bad that you are so worried?"

Jin Linkun: "..."

The problem is not with his roommate, but because his expression is too vague and easy to cause ambiguity.

"Again."

Jin Linkun's heart was beating violently, he took a breath, and tried his best to express it in a concise and clear way: "I want to live at your house in my third year of high school."

……

Facing Yu Sheng's more and more complicated eyes, Jin Linkun also realized that he seemed too much of a robber when he said that, so he couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose: "Friend, I mean——"

Before he could explain, Yu Sheng had already said, "So you're not leaving?"

"……Correct."

He asked too briefly, but Jin Linkun still understood what he meant, and nodded slightly: "I won't go."

Yu Sheng sat up straight with his arms propped up, watched him carefully for a while, and after confirming that Jin Linkun was not joking with him, he threw his hand back.

Jin Linkun:? ? ?

The author has something to say: Brother Sheng: If you don’t leave, you won’t say it sooner. (￣へ￣)ノ⌒●~*