Obviously enough.
The top of my boyfriend's hair was soaked with some melting snow, and the wet short hair was softer than usual. Jin Linkun was not willing to take his hand away immediately, and pressed and rubbed for a while. ... Then Ms. Li pulled her ears into the house one by one, and put a towel over Yu Sheng's head: "Is it cold! Waiting for a cold?"
Mr. Jin wiped the mist from his eyes and tried to intercede for his sons: "It's all young men, and the firepower is relatively strong..." Ms. Li's majesty at home is absolute, Mr. Jin was only halfway through, just under Ms. Li's glance The conversation changed: "Wait for a cold! Is it cold?"
Jin Linkun was already quite familiar with this process. He pulled a towel, wiped the snow on his hair, and put on his glasses again.
Yu Sheng was also pressed and rubbed by Ms. Li, her hair was a little messy, and it seemed inexplicably fluffy under the warm light. The corners of his mouth pursed, and the curvature of his eyebrows and eyes softened. Be damned good.
It was a cold time after the snow, but it also allowed London to come out of the winter fog and see some warm sunshine. The family didn't have any serious business, so they simply basked in the sun in the living room for a while.
Although the Jin family does not have a fireplace, the neighbors next door generously sent tea and coffee, which is just enough to make an afternoon tea with egg yolk crisp.
"There is also a Chinese next door, surnamed Zhong, an expert in restoring ancient cultural relics, and preparing for the New Year." The restored Simuwu fang ding in the living room of Jin's house was given by a neighbor. Mr. Jin briefly introduced it to his two sons who did not come often. He also specially reminded: "they have a nest of geese at home, be careful when you go to play, if you can't beat them, you must climb the tree as soon as possible." Jin Linkun: "..."
Taking his father's life in London as a reference, Jin Linkun felt that their boyfriend's point of view was obviously all correct. London is indeed a very dangerous place.
The number of times the Jin family chats together is not too many. After the necessary information is conveyed, they will return to the state of being busy with their own affairs.
Ms. Li and Mr. Jin still had work, and after drinking tea and snacks, they went back to the study together. Afraid that Yu Sheng would be bored, before leaving, he deliberately found the electronic photo album with old photos of his son, and stuffed it for him to relieve his boredom.
Jin Linkun felt that Mr. Jin and Ms. Li probably wanted his life: "For the sake of friendship, let's discuss-" Yu Sheng pressed the corner of his mouth, but couldn't help but lift it up: "No friendship, no negotiation." "..." Looking at With the electronic photo album in Yu Sheng's hand, Jin Linkun had a headache and rubbed his forehead: "There is a church here, and there is a pipe organ in the church."
Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows: "So what?" "When there is no one in the church, you can discuss with them." Jin Linkun circled people, and lowered her head to touch the corner of her boyfriend's mouth: "I'll play the organ for you."
There are really not many conditions for playing the pipe organ in China. Jin Linkun also plays the electronic pipe organ when he is free, but after all, it is still a bit short of the shocking effect of being the king of musical instruments. Yu Sheng decided for a while before the equally attractive conditions, raised his hand in time, and blocked Jin Linkun's wrist that took the opportunity to probe.
Jin Linkun looked at the dark history so close at hand, and felt a little lost: "Don't you want to hear it? My skills are actually pretty good..." "I want to hear it." Yu Sheng was obviously more sober than him, "But the album will be deleted if I submit it now. If you don't listen, sooner or later you can't help but play." Jin Linkun felt that Yu Sheng's progress after college was even suitable for joining him in an investment bank.
Failing to rescue the album smoothly, Jin Linkun refilled black tea for the two of them, and squeezed into the sofa by the window with her boyfriend.
The floor-to-ceiling windows are bright and clean, separating the chill of winter snow from the window, and the sunlight falling in is warm. Yu Sheng turned to the side, moved him a position, and opened the album.
Mr. Jin and Ms. Li haven't pushed their son too hard. The photos in the album are basically normal, and many of them don't even know when Jin Linkun was taken. In reverse order of the year, most of them are award-winning and ordinary photos. From a boy with sharp edges and corners, to a younger boy, to a smaller one with short arms and legs.
Extraordinary sense of time.
"What kind of competition is this time... They said that the second prize is a game console." Jin Linkun felt relieved, rubbed his neck, smiled and pointed to the photo holding the championship certificate: "I really want it, After taking the first prize, my dad can only exchange the prize with the second one, and he added another sum to the certificate."
Yu Sheng raised the corner of his mouth: "Where's the game console?" "I've been playing for two days." Jin Linkun was very regretful, "It's too difficult, that plumber was poisoned by mushrooms every time."... It can make this person play the game In the third rank of gold, the strength of that youth training camp has probably reached the top in the industry.
Yu Sheng took two sips from the teacup, and was about to flip the photo down when he accidentally caught a glimpse of the details on the certificate, and went back to look. "That's right." Jin Linkun followed him and looked at the certificate carefully, "My previous name was indeed this Kun, without the word "王" next to it."
When Jin's father and Jin's mother gave birth to Jin Linkun, they still had good wishes. For example, the first son uses the character Kun, and then the second child can be named simply and conveniently according to the meaning of "Kunzhong siblings". It was the first time Yu Sheng knew that Jin Linkun almost had a younger brother: "What happened later?"
"Later." Jin Linkun also asked when he was a child, and sighed lightly: "They finally found out that giving birth to a son is so annoying." Yu Sheng: "..."
After many years, Jin Linkun still feels a little emotional when he brings up the past again: "Actually, when I was seven or eight years old, I also really wanted to have a younger brother, one year younger than me. I can do math Olympiad problems with me, play together, and also Let's practice the piano together..." He stopped the conversation and caught his boyfriend one year younger who was lying on his shoulders: "Wait a minute, isn't this a very sad topic?"
Yu Sheng didn't drink a sip of tea properly, and coughed a little, symbolically suppressed his smile, and cooperated with sadness for a few seconds. "..." Jin Linkun felt that the children were obviously less and less sympathetic. But can't beat. Jin Linkun could only pull the person into his arms again, pat him on the back, and put a cup of hot tea into his hand again: "But the name change is not entirely because of this..."
The reason for the name change dates back to when Jin Linkun was seven or eight years old. There was a little bastard among the children who took the grade test together. Because he looked good and played the piano, he was selected by the teacher to collect the score of the selected song.
Seven or eight-year-old Jin Linkun has not yet obtained the king's character, and he has not been able to develop a brush stroke. He can only write large characters horizontally and vertically, and the spacing is not well mastered. The little bastard is younger than him, and he probably just went to school. He took the piano score to identify it carefully for a long time, and handed it over meticulously with the score in his white and tender hand: "Student Le Mubang, your treble clef is wrong."…
"Three words in full." Jin Linkun still feels quite hurt: "None of them are right, and they gave me a nickname."
Little Jin Linkun couldn't take this breath. During the two days of the test, he dragged the little bastard into several fights, and resolutely pulled his parents to change their names. Forget the past.
Jin Linkun decided not to go deeper into this topic, and circled the boyfriend who didn't know why he was walking a bit, and continued to scroll down the photos together.
It's probably because the photos alone can't show the innate rudeness as a whole. The little Jin Linkun actually looks cute. Obviously more lively than now, and especially crying.
"Correct." Jin Linkun felt that it was necessary to re-emphasize this matter: "It's not that I love to cry, but my parents love to take pictures of me when I cry." Laughing wildly.
Yu Sheng chose to believe it, nodded, and patted his head: "Okay." Jin Linkun felt that this answer seemed very insincere.
For the sake of his particularly rough upbringing, Yu Sheng dragged the person down with sincerity and kissed him for a minute.
The afternoon sun was so warm that it was drowsy. The two of them cuddled on a sofa, and they turned over most of the albums in a short time. Yu Sheng likes to listen to the stories of him and his parents getting along together. Jin Linkun did not deliberately avoid it.
After college, Yu Sheng's biological parents did not call for child support. Mr. Jin and Ms. Li felt that as long as they didn't graduate, they wouldn't be thrown out of their homes, especially Yu Sheng's career direction, and they could go to graduate school, so there's no need to worry too much. Afraid that Yu Sheng would not accept it, Ms. Li even gave Jin Linkun a card and asked him to send the money in it to her boyfriend in the form of a red envelope without a trace.
The result was of no use at all.
With a lot of skills, Yu Sheng can have many part-time jobs, plus the professional translators and scholarships he usually receives, living expenses and tuition have never been a problem. To have a part-time job and have to attend classes, too busy will inevitably squeeze the rest time, Jin Linkun also worried for a while, and later found out that Yu Sheng actually likes this kind of life.
This kind of life fills all the corners, and clearly knows where to go, what kind of effort to make, and what kind of person to become.
But of course the body also needs to be nourished. Jin Linkun made up his mind to let people combine work and rest, and then circled Yu Sheng, who was concentrating on flipping through the album, into his arms: "Are you sleepy, take a nap?"
"You're not sleepy, you can sleep when you're sleepy." London's winter is particularly suitable for sleeping. Yu Sheng was dragged to sleep by him for several days, and his body was a little rusty: "What's the matter with this picture?"
The short hair in the palm of the hand has been completely dry, with a little temperature of the sun, and it is just as easy to knead. Jin Linkun had already let go of his vigilance, sat up with his arms up, and looked down at the photo Yu Sheng pointed to: "..."
Yu Sheng seemed to like this photo of little Jin Linkun sitting on the ground and crying. He took out his phone and connected the album with Bluetooth. Jin Linkun's eyes darkened, he held down his hand: "Friend, be merciful." Yu Sheng was cruel: "Don't stay."
Both of them had good skills. They exchanged hands in a small area on the sofa, and Mr. Jin, who came down to take something, was startled: "Do you need help?"
Yu Sheng seldom behaves in front of Jin's father and mother, and his shoulders stretched unconsciously. When he was able to withdraw his hand, Jin Linkun promptly circled him on the sofa: "No, no, we are active." Mr. Jin's force value at home I have never been high, but I actually yearn for this kind of activity: "Don't you need help to tie you up?" Jin Linkun: "..."
Failing to join the afternoon activities of the two teenagers, Mr. Jin helped his glasses and went upstairs with regret.
I felt Yu Sheng was a little nervous just now, but Jin Linkun didn't care about confiscating her boyfriend's cell phone, rubbed his head, slipped his palm down, and covered the child's cool neck: "Don't worry, my dad won't tie a knot, it's fine. Yes." Yu Sheng didn't say a word, his eyelashes raised, and the corners of his mouth rose up in harmony.
The Jin family did not deliberately change the law of life. The family only got together during the festivals. Strictly speaking, there are not many opportunities for Yu Sheng and Mr. Jin and Ms. Li to get along. So each time the progress is limited, it is quite normal.
Jin Linkun rubbed the back of his neck, thinking about whether to put down the photo first, and then help her boyfriend adjust to the relatively unbalanced atmosphere in family life, Yu Sheng has already held his arm.
Although he has not been the third high school for many years, Yu Sheng's skills still haven't fallen at all. Mr. Jin, who was waiting at the corner of the stairs, came down in time, tied up his son contentedly, and gave their children a high-five.
Jin Linkun couldn't figure it out, "Which section did I miss?" Under Yu Sheng's guidance, Mr. Jin successfully tied the rope to a dead knot for the first time, very pleased, and patted his son on the shoulder: "Did you notice? Before the building, I helped my glasses twice." "..." Jin Linkun: "Is it a code to let my boyfriend do it first?" Mr. Jin shook his head: "No, if your boyfriend is willing to cooperate, I can give him two sugar."
… children are a little easy to buy.
The rope isn't tied tightly, but it's not too easy to break free either. Jin Linkun was forgotten on the sofa, watching Mr. Jin holding the photo album and recalling to Yu Sheng: "This is when he was eight years old, and his new friend who made an appointment to practice piano with him during the grade test didn't come..."
In his youth, Jin Linkun had already initially possessed the things he needed to beat, and his brain was extraordinarily smart, and he couldn't suppress his excess energy with study and homework. Jin's father and Jin's mother heard that playing the piano can cultivate one's self-cultivation, so he signed up little Jin Linkun for a piano class. Jin Linkun learned everything very quickly, and it didn't take long for him to reach the level of the exam.
Yu Sheng had already listened to this passage in advance and looked at the photo: "Are you in City A?" Mr. Jin nodded: "The two fought several times, and he even broke their ears, we thought he was with him. Relationships are not good."
I didn't expect to know each other. On the last day of the exam, the two even made an appointment to practice the piano and play together.
The grading test was carried out in a hurry, I didn't know the name, and it was inconvenient to check the contact information. Jin's father and Jin's mother thought that the children met by chance, and they forgot about it in a few days. As a result, the son went to the appointed place and waited for three days.
"There should be something wrong with the little boy who made an appointment with him. It was delayed unexpectedly." Mr. Jin once mentioned this to Yu Sheng, and he missed it a little: "But Xiaozhu thinks it must be because the piano is not big enough and handsome, so other people's children If you don't like him, you have to learn a style."
Jin Linkun: "..." Mr. Jin told a story, and as promised, he stuffed Yu Sheng with two candies, and then retired with his glasses.
"It's alright, I can't help but laugh." It's not good for a boyfriend to hold back for a long time. Jin Linkun prepared in advance and sighed maturely: "Forgive the little bastard who is illiterate and lies." Yu Sheng pulled the corner of his mouth, pulled him over, and untied the rope.
The rope was tied quite loosely, and there was no restraint anywhere. Jin Linkun moved his arms twice and looked sideways at Yu Sheng: "What's wrong?"
Yu Sheng shook his head and glanced at the photo again.
No one expected such a coincidence. In fact, it is not a coincidence. City A is so big and there are so many piano students. They are of similar age and level. It is normal for them to meet during the grade test. He also occasionally thought that the two might have been to the same exam room and played a piano when they were young.
Until Jin Linkun mentioned the fight, some pictures that had never been taken seriously were turned out in the depths of his memory again.
Yu Sheng's state was not right, so Jin Linkun pulled the person over and touched his forehead: "Uncomfortable?" Although he wiped away the melted snow in time, catching a cold is a random possibility. Jin Linkun was worried and wanted to find a thermometer to come back to measure, but Yu Sheng grabbed his wrist before he got up.
The "no illiterate" deceitful little bastard sat on the sofa, grabbed his arm, and wrote exactly on his hand: "Le Mubang, you really wrote that at the time."