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The familiar aroma permeated the room. Before going out to eat, Lin Xun opened the window in an attempt to let the perfume diffuse away as soon as possible.
However, when he returned to the room at night, the aroma of Ruoyouruowu appeared beside him again.
Lin Xun had no choice but to break the jar, closed the window, and started a video with Dongjun.
After these few days of communication, Lin Xun felt that the awkward atmosphere had eased. Their topics were no longer limited to pointers, but began to involve some life and work-after all, people always have to find something to talk to when they are embarrassed. , and after a few days of nothing to talk to, they will become accustomed to those topics.
Lin Xun held the pointer and told Dongjun what he had done that day: "I went to the airport to pick up my sister today, um... Tomorrow we will go back to the original home together, stay for one or two nights, and then come back."
Dongjun: "Can Luo do it without you?"
Lin Xun: "Yes, I think my role is very small now, just need to write MATLAB, and then they will spend a long time coding... "
As he spoke, his voice brought a smile: "During the time they were coding, I wrote another piece of MATLAB, and then the process looped endlessly."
"It can't be said that the effect is very small," Dongjun's voice was slightly lower, perhaps it could be said to be very gentle: "Your effect is more soulful."
"Maybe." Lin Xun smiled and continued: "They satirized me yesterday, saying that my algorithm was not considered from the perspective of coding and asked me to change it."
"Well..." Dong Jun seemed to raise his eyebrows: "It's that their level is not enough."
Lin Xun: "After all, not everyone is the same as Dongjun."
There seems to be a smile in Dongjun's eyes: "You speak highly of me?"
"Of course... Everyone speaks highly of you," Lin Xun looked at Dong Jun on the screen, and the relaxed chat atmosphere made him accidentally say a lot, "I always knew you—after all, you are everyone The man. Then I also followed your GitHub and Weibo."
Dongjun looked at him and said nothing.
Lin Xun unconsciously grabbed the pointer's hair with his fingers, and continued: "But I always thought that your personality would be very cold, but I didn't expect it to be like this—ah, I seem to have said this before."
I only listened to Dongjun: "Perhaps there is also your reason."
Lin Xun: "... huh?"
He and Dong Jun looked at each other, and Dong Jun slightly curled the corner of his lips.
This person is really good-looking when he smiles, and it does mean something like Sven.
"When you talk to me, I will feel that you are laughing all the time." Dongjun said lightly: "So if the other party is you, I will not speak like the media or other people, maybe your perception is because this has deviation."
Lin Xun looked at him, a little dazed: "Am I laughing?"
Dongjun: "Yes."
"I..." Lin Xun patted his face and felt the unusual stiffness caused by maintaining a certain micro-expression for a long time. He buried his face on the pointer and collapsed a little: "I'm sorry..."
Dongjun's voice can be called gentle: "It's okay."
"I may not be able to control it," Lin Xun raised his head, feeling a little hot on his body, and said, "After all, I'm your brainless fan. In fact, I don't know that I'm laughing. I feel that my face is expressionless."
"It's not obvious," Dongjun said, "mainly the eyes."
"I..." Lin Xun didn't know what to say, he could only say: "I hope you won't feel offended."
"No," Dongjun said, "you are very cute."
Lin Xun: "..."
"No, I can't talk to you any more." Lin Xun pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and smiled, "I'm a little embarrassed, I have to adjust my state."
Dongjun said: "Are you going to sleep?"
"We have to get up early tomorrow." Lin Xun said, "I and the pointer will go to sleep after a while."
"Good night then." Dongjun paused, then continued after a second, "Don't be nervous."
Lin Xun raised his head and saw Dong Jun was looking at him with a slight smile in his eyes.
—Behind him is the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the hotel, the sunlight at 9:30 in the morning shone in, and the outline of the whole person was softened again by the golden light.
"I'll try my best..." Lin Xun looked at him and said, "Good night."
Then, he waited for Dongjun to cut off the communication.
The communication was cut off, and he fell onto the bed holding the pointer.
His cheeks were a little sour, he resumed the conversation with Dongjun in his mind, and then found that the corners of his lips twitched involuntarily.
So, he really couldn't control it.
After all, after all...
The many-year-old man is listening to you gently and lovingly over the video, who can resist this
Lin Xun rubbed the pointer vigorously: "Your Dongjun should be more restrained. If he faces me expressionlessly, of course I can control my emotions."
The pointer ignored him and lay down on the pillow, ready to sleep.
Lin Xun thought about what happened just now, and he packed up absentmindedly, and lay down.
After staying in the room for a long time, he has become accustomed to the light and cold fragrance of perfume, but as soon as he touches the pillow, he can clearly feel it again.
—It is indeed the same as the breath on Dong-kun’s body. It felt like Dongjun was right next to him, very close.
His heart beat faster.
Lin Xun was sure that it was impossible for him to fall asleep. Unless he changed rooms, he would continue this arrhythmia until morning.
He grabbed the pointer and tried to soothe his mood by stroking the cat - only to find that the pointer also smelled of perfume because he lay on the pillow.
He decisively threw the pointer away and put it at the end of the bed.
The pointer made a "meow" and came over again.
Lin Xun looked at it, it was a little liar.
The pretty little liar lay down on his chest again as usual.
Lin Xun tugged at its tail, looking at the night outside the window while tugging, thinking wildly in his head.
I don't know how long I have been thinking about it, the texture of the perfume gradually changed, and it seemed to transition to the back tone, revealing a vague tenderness in the light and cold.
In such a gentle aftertaste, Lin Xun gradually became sleepy, and at a certain moment that could not be precisely defined, he fell asleep.
- Then, after an unknown amount of time, he woke up again.
The breath seemed to still linger on the nose, his consciousness gradually became clear, his shoulders and back were a little sore, and he found that he was lying on the table and fell asleep.
He opened his eyes and saw the dark brown smooth wooden table top for the first time. The sunlight filtered in from the nearby window, and the table top was dripping with a honey-like color. Looking further forward, there are several rows of identical tables, bookshelves, full of books.
An idea came to his mind, oh, it's the school library, the corner of the library.
There are very few people here, and at noon, it is even more empty.
The sound of light tapping on the keyboard came from his ears, and when he woke up, it stopped.
A voice sounded: "You slept for three hours."
Lin Xun replied, "I shouldn't have slept so late last night... I have a headache."
"Go back to sleep?"
"No." He leaned over there naturally, almost on the man's shoulder.
The cool and cold air was approaching.
Lin Xun didn't turn his head to look at the man, but looked at the computer screen: "Have you written it?"
In the program compiler on the black background, there are many codes, very beautiful codes.
"It's written." The voices of the people around him were very nice, like Songquan in the snow-capped mountains.
On the keyboard of the note, a pair of slender, handsome hands tapped lightly a few times.
They are two program files, with the same functions and similar algorithm frameworks, but the code is written in two different styles, both of which look good, but they don't look like they were written by the same person.
The man opened two documents, templates for the final computer assignment for the course, and copied the two programs into the two documents—then began to fill in the documents.
first document.
Student ID, a string of familiar numbers, name, Lin Xun.
save.
the second.
The student number is still a very familiar string of numbers.
Name, Dongjun.
save.
Next, open the mailbox, send the two documents to the tutor's mailbox, and soon receive an automatic reply receipt.
Lin Xun smiled at the computer screen.
He said, "What's for lunch?"
"I don't know." The man said, "What do you want to eat?"
"I don't know either." Lin Xun stretched out his hand to operate the keyboard, and called out another program with ease: "A random one."
The random result is a certain hot pot restaurant.
"Don't eat this." Lin Xun continued to be random.
This time it turned out to be a Chinese restaurant.
"Don't eat either." Lin Xun was random again.
After rejecting sixteen or seven consecutively, he heard the man leaning against him chuckle softly.
Lin Xun: "."
The man said, "I'm coming."
Lin Xun: "Okay."
Life is alive, there is a difference between Africa and Europe, and a restaurant that Lin Xun is willing to eat pops up on the screen.
Lin Xun: "I want this."
The answer to him was a faint, "Yeah."
Lin Xun closed the class spread out on the table and put away the pen and paper. Next, as if subconsciously, he pulled the hand of the person beside him.
The man took his hand back and pressed the computer's sleep button with the other hand.
The screen went out, turned black, and the screen turned off like a mirror, clearly reflecting the two of them.
Lin Xun turned to look at him.
Under the gentle halo, he saw a very familiar face, no one else would have such a look.
But it seems to be different, a little younger than the outline in memory, does not appear indifferent or alienated, and the color in his eyes is very gentle.
They were very close, breathing each other. For a time, the silence was like a tide.
Lin Xun gently scratched his palm with his fingers.
The man tightened his fingers, and then kissed the corner of his lips like a dragonfly: "Let's go."
-Lin Xun suddenly opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the bedroom.
It took him a while to realize that something magical had happened.
He sat up from the bed and pressed his eyebrows.
Little Liar Pointer seemed to be awakened by his movements, and in the dimness, a pair of silent eyes stared straight at him.
Lin Xun looked at it and gradually regained consciousness.
He... dreamed of Dongjun.
He and Dongjun also used a random applet to draw lots to decide what to eat for lunch—this was the method that he, Wang Anan and Zhao Zhe often used when they were in college.
Not only that, they seem to be at the same level and have to write the same final assignment, and Dongjun wrote two codes by himself, one of which was for him.
No, it's not just homework, it's more complicated than homework, he also…
As if a feather brushed lightly on the palm of his hand, Lin Xun closed his eyes, took a breath, and did not dare to think about it.
The scent of the perfume in the room had completely faded away, as if it was just an illusion like a dream.