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Dongjun: "Do you want to continue sleeping?"
Lin Xun: "I won't sleep anymore."
Dongjun: "Dinner?"
Lin Xun: "No."
Dongjun put him on the sofa.
Inappropriate, inappropriate wording, in fact, Dongjun sat on the sofa himself, but he was still holding Lin Xun, so Lin Xun was indirectly placed on the sofa. Lin Xun thought that he was not a girl who was a little girl, and was afraid of pressing down on his man, so he escaped on his own, leaned against him instead, and rubbed his eyes.
Dongjun pulled his hand down to prevent him from rubbing it.
Dongjun asked, "What did you do this afternoon?"
"One thing." As he said, he explained what he had done without a trace: "It's still my friend, the one called Qi Yun. He doesn't have an assistant for many things, so I played with him in the crew for an afternoon."
"Well." Dong Jun's voice was light: "Tired?"
Lin Xun immediately heard the subtext, Dong Jun was asking him why he was so tired that he slept in the car all the way because he was just going to play in the crew.
It wasn't that he couldn't deal with such a question.
He whispered: "That's not tiring in the afternoon."
Dongjun: "Huh?"
He: "It was you who tossed me last night."
Dongjun did not speak.
Lin Xun had already discovered that the word "you" had a miraculous effect on Dongjun. He thought that the word "you" was the wording used to address seniors, placing himself in a weak position, perhaps it could arouse Dongjun's few consciences. Dongjun's hand seemed to caress his hair casually. Then, Lin Xun heard his slightly low voice, with a little nice sand: "Why do I toss you?"
Lin Xun: "?"
Throwing the pot to me again
He: "I didn't mean to recruit you."
"Oh." Dongjun: "Is that so."
What an indifferent "like this".
Lin Xun bit him, was pulled into his arms again, tangled up on the sofa, and started kissing at a certain moment.
After enough trouble, Lin Xun panted and moved to the other end of the sofa. Pointer and the robot had had enough, and jumped on the sofa and sat down between them, licking his paws gracefully.
Dongjun stretched out his hand, and the pointer walked over, quietly lying down and being smoothed by him.
After a while, the cat began to be lively again, holding Dongjun's fingers, extending its claws, and trying to bite.
Dongjun pushed it aside.
Lin Xun's lips were still a little sore, and the skin was bitten at the corners of his lips, and his shoulders got a little hot after being pressed hard and then released. He looked at the man coldly.
- When you're good, you lick other people's hair, and when you start to make trouble, it's beyond the tolerance range, and you throw it aside. After all, men who have been at the top for a long time, whether in habits or sex, still like to be good.
As a whole, I am obedient, but sometimes, I am not very obedient.
How far this man endured, he did not know. The treatment he received during this time was so good that he always felt that Dongjun had no bottom line for him. But one cannot dream all the time.
He called out a pointer, and the cat crawled into his arms, purring softly.
Dongjun got up and walked towards this side, Lin Xun looked up at him.
Dongjun: "What do you want for dinner?"
"I think about it..." Lin Xun said, "I want to drink preserved egg and lean meat porridge."
Dong Jun stretched out his hand to trim his hair, trimmed his hair, pointed his finger down, and rubbed the slightly red and swollen part of his lips again with the pulp of his finger, pressing it down and turning inward.
Lin Xun rubbed his fingertips in his mouth. It was all a subconscious action. He felt that he was contradictory. Sometimes, he felt that he and the man in front of him didn't have much to worry about knowing each other, and sometimes he felt that those subconscious intimacy seemed to have known each other for many years.
He suddenly asked, "Can you play the piano?"
In a trance, he felt a slight tenderness between Dongjun's eyebrows.
I heard Dongjun say: "Yes."
Lin Xun: "Then can you play it for me?"
Dongjun's hand moved slowly on his lips and said, "Okay."
Lin Xun followed Dong Jun into the piano room that he did not dare to enter during the day.
It doesn't even need any preparation. When Dongjun sits in front of the piano, he takes care of the neat black shirt, the silver buttons shining under the light, the straight and straight waist, and the slender fingers on the keys, as if he just wanted to. Come play a tune.
This man has always been like this, always at ease.
After a few irregular notes were played, the formed music flowed out.
The light of the piano room lightly hit Dongjun's silhouette, and the melody of the piano may be sweet, but there is a lingering sadness that lingers.
It's a very gentle tune, without too much movement, and the people who play the piano are quiet. Like the first petal that falls on a spring night.
Lin Xun looked at Dong Jun, and at a certain moment he remembered those dreams that seemed to be vague, the fragrance floating in the night. But at a certain moment, he suddenly felt that the color of Dongjun playing the piano was no different from that when he typed the code.
It's still as easy as that, as if everything is in his hands, mistakes, accidents, mistakes, these things never happen in his life.
Facing such a color, Lin Xun thought of Gao Liao in the daytime. He looked at the mermaid in the reef, and there was a deep admiration and vague madness in his eyes. At that moment, Lin Xun believed that he had a lifelong pursuit of something.
However, looking at Dongjun in front of the piano at this moment, Lin Xun thought, this person may be fully devoted, or not, he is actually very alienated. He's not like a living person, he's looking down at the keys. Perhaps, he was also looking down at the keyboard.
A person who really likes code can't keep his keyboard sealed for two years.
At this moment, Lin Xun was suddenly a little confused.
What does this man in front of him really love? Is there really something in this world that he is willing to spend his whole life to pursue
he does not know.
The song is over.
There was a gust of evening wind outside the window, and Dong Jun turned to look at Lin Xun.
At the moment when the eyes met, Lin Xun was slightly stunned.
The man stared at him with a familiar look in his eyes.
He pursed his lips, and finally said, "It sounds good."
Dong Jun smiled, his hand lightly resting on the piano keys: "My father doesn't like listening to me play the piano."
Lin Xun: "Why?"
Dong Jundao: "He said that there is no emotion in my piano sound. There are many things in the world that can be done without emotion, but music is not."
Lin Xun: "Is that the code?"
Many people think that writing code is a tedious and repetitive mechanical operation. Perhaps in Dongjun's eyes, this is just a skill that practice makes perfect, but he actually doesn't want to hear such an answer.
Dongjun: "Neither."
Lin Xun blinked.
Dongjun: "Code needs to have a soul."
Lin Xun rolled his eyes: "Then does your code have a soul?"
"So I'm going to find the soul of the code," Dongjun said. "It didn't exist for a long time before, but..."
Without saying a word, Lin Xun said, "You!"
Dongjun raised his eyebrows slightly.
Lin Xun smiled: "You are so annoying."
Dongjun: "Where is the trouble?"
"I wanted to talk to you about some serious issues, not to listen to this—"
He was dragged beside the piano cover by Dongjun's wrist.
Dongjun: "What is this?"
Lin Xun: "...this kind of nonsense."
Anyone who has taken a serious computer class knows that "the soul of code" has always been a good name for algorithms. Combined with the context, this person's answer seems serious, but he is not answering the question seriously.
"I can't be serious now." Dongjun's voice whispered in Lin Xun's ear, low and slow, repeating the sentence he sent today.
-"Love you."
There is a gentle magnetic field in his voice, which rules the monsoons and ocean currents, and the migratory birds follow the magnetic field and flutter south for a long time until they fall into the warm waters.
Anyway, Lin Xun fell in.
He didn't want to describe in detail what happened later. If these things happened in the Nutshell World, then the two of them would undoubtedly be expelled from the system, and their accounts would be locked, and they would not be allowed to access again within three days. In addition, this evening should be the time to read the paper, but it was not seen later.
Facts have proved that not only early love can affect learning, but also late love.