Yu Sheng's house is on the twelfth floor.
On the top floor, the possibility of being surrounded by the sound of various lingering decoration electric drills is avoided to the greatest extent.
When Jin Linkun entered the door, he was a little hesitant, but Yu Sheng grabbed a hand: "What are you poking at the door for, to ward off evil spirits?"
"a little nervous… "
The door closed with a bang behind, Jin Linkun cleared his throat, and subconsciously straightened his clothes: "Is there anyone in your house?"
Yu Sheng shook his head and took a pair of slippers for him: "No one, I didn't look for it when Auntie came home last time, the plug is under the coffee table, you go to the living room to stay first."
The content of the whole sentence was a bit jumpy, and it took Jin Linkun a while to fully understand that the person had been thrown onto the sofa in the living room by Yu Sheng.
He found the socket under the coffee table and charged the phone.
Three bedrooms and one living room, the living room is a bit empty, and the decoration is very standard, it looks almost exactly the same as the model room.
The long row of sofas is unusually spacious, occupying at least one-third of the living room, with light gray wooden handles on which at least a dozen throw pillows of different styles are scattered.
Jin Linkun took one and pressed it twice.
It's very soft and feels good in the hand. With the same style air-conditioning blanket on the side, it looks very suitable for sleeping on the sofa.
He was holding the pillow, and for some reason, he remembered Yu Sheng's empty information collection form.
"What are you stunned for?" Yu Sheng turned on the air conditioner, pulled out the can of Coke he bought before leaving from the refrigerator, and shook it twice in front of his eyes.
Jin Linkun raised his head, took the coke, and asked a question casually: "I'm thinking-how do you watch your TV."
Yu Sheng looked back at the TV hanging on the wall, and pulled out two remote controls for him: "I don't know, you research."
"..." Jin Linkun: "Huh?"
After walking for such a long time, there is no one at home, and more or less ashes have fallen. Yu Sheng was about to clean up the room first, and took out a package of wet wipes: "It's too complicated, I'm too lazy to do it, and there's nothing to see."
The TV was there when he moved in, but he didn't want it, probably because the decorator thought there should be a TV on the wall.
Today's TVs are getting bigger and more complicated, and some buttons on the remote control even have several functions. He tried it twice, but he couldn't stand the trouble of flipping the two remotes upside down, so he just threw them away and didn't care.
Duan Lei and the others have also come to play a few times. They are all young and energetic high school students. Every time they go straight to the cool water-cooled desktop computer in the study, this is the first time someone asks him what he thinks of this thing.
Jin Linkun: "..."
The mature and outdated senior high school senior who has no way to argue, just got his first job, sitting in the living room, and honestly researching the relationship between the set-top box and the TV.
Yu Sheng simply cleaned up the house and went back to the living room. Jin Linkun had successfully made the TV move.
The TV was tuned to the [Golden Years] section, and it was playing a rebroadcast of the Spring Festival Gala of an unknown year. The bright red color on the screen is too visually impactful, so that he has not yet successfully figured out which remote control is the channel, and is trying hard to turn down the volume.
The lively and festive music was so loud that Yu Sheng leaned against the door and looked at the busy figure on the sofa, the corner of his mouth couldn't help raising his mouth.
Jin Linkun is still struggling with TV.
Suddenly, he didn't think about what piano sheet music to look for, so Yu Sheng opened the refrigerator and searched again, confirming that there was really nothing to eat, so he took out his phone and ordered two takeaways.
"Friend, do you usually live at home?"
Jin Linkun finally turned down the volume smoothly, feeling as if he had done ten sets of competition questions, leaning on the sofa exhausted and recovering blood: "If you don't stop, I may only be able to study here today."
"Stay." Yu Sheng sat down with a smile in his eyes, "I won't be staying on campus in my third year of high school. I'm under a lot of pressure from studying, so I just want to watch TV when I have nothing to do."
"… "
After all, there is still the pressure of the college entrance examination. The school rules of No. 3 middle school will suddenly become stricter in the third grade. Resident students have to go to 9:30 for self-study in the evening. In order to ensure a quiet learning environment for resident students, day students are required to clean up after class at 5:00. Things go away.
Although Yu Sheng doesn't like living alone, considering the time gap of four and a half hours, he is very willing to contribute to the learning conditions of the resident students.
With the efforts of a group of helpless and innocent friends who could not go to school, led by Duan Lei, he was ready to hand in the application for day school when the school started.
The most important thing about the roommates is to decompress the high school. Jin Linkun rubbed his eyes, put on his glasses again, and continued to study the operation method of the TV.
It was already dark after the takeaway was delivered, Yu Sheng ordered two Mala Tangs that were neither spicy nor spicy, and took apart the chopsticks and handed them to Jin Linkun.
"Friend." Jin Linkun studied the order carefully for a while, and then made a cautious evaluation: "To be honest, I think you're just hot."
Yu Sheng didn't think there was anything wrong with the meal he ordered, so he tapped on the table: "If you don't eat it again, it won't even be hot."
Jin Linkun felt that he was right.
The pancakes were finished on the way back. The long-bodied boy was hungry. The two of them ate clear soup, boiled vegetables and cooked balls. The TV was still playing New Year's sketches that were not so loud.
Jin Linkun couldn't rest, he watched for a while while eating, and vaguely remembered: "This is this year, I've seen it."
Yu Sheng took the instant noodles with chopsticks, looked up at the two people hugging each other on the TV, and asked the spoiler: "Did his brother beat him in the end?"
"Ah?" Jin Linkun looked at the picture carefully, "It was so noisy at the time, I thought they were father and son..."
"… "
Yu Sheng had no hope of him anymore, gave up the logic of continuing to struggle with sketches, put two more mouthfuls in his mouth, and put down his chopsticks.
The two of them both eat about the same, and the takeout is easy to pack, and the bag can be thrown away.
Yu Sheng tidied up the table, put the bag on the door, and went back to the bedroom to open the drawer and flip through it.
Jin Linkun's plan of trying to help wash the dishes was disrupted by the time-saving convenience of takeout. He didn't know what to do, so he followed him around aimlessly twice, poked at the door of the bedroom, and occasionally probed inside.
Yu Sheng felt that he was about to hear the accompaniment of his psychological struggle, and pulled the drawer to the most open: "This is the first time to someone else's house?"
"...Yes." Jin Linkun nodded sincerely, "Friend, what should I do now? Do I need to mop the floor?"
Yu Sheng: "…"
Jin Linkun continued to use his imagination: "or clean the windows? Your house is very clean, I can help you build up the pillows... "
A little worried about what his home would look like after this man used his imagination, Yu Sheng interrupted him in time, took out the key and got up: "Okay, come and help."
Jin Linkun finally found his place, got up happily, followed him through the living room to the door of the room that had been locked.
The house was so clean that there was no trace of a second person. There was a bedroom and a study. Jin Linkun thought the rest was a guest room.
There were a lot of things piled up on the table, stuffed to the brim, a little messy, and it looked like it had never been cleaned up.
Yu Sheng stood at the door and recalled for a few seconds, opened the door, stepped on the chair, and dragged a huge cardboard box from the top of the cabinet: "Take one."
Before he spoke, Jin Linkun had followed him neatly, and took the heavy carton over: "It's so heavy, what does it contain?"
"Piano sheet music, but there may not be many four-handed playing."
Yu Sheng let go, clapped the dust on his hands, and jumped down with one hand: "What's your piano level?"
Jin Linkun thought for a while: "It was pretty good ten years ago, but now I can probably run and help you smash chords."
…
In fact, Jin Linkun has not touched the piano for many years. After all, there is a difference between a pipe organ and a piano. It takes a few days to find the feeling of sitting on the piano bench without kicking around.
Yu Sheng is not surprised: "I haven't practiced for a few years, so just find a simple piece and deal with it."
The room had been locked for over a year and was extremely dusty. Yu Sheng choked and sneezed a few times. He couldn't stay any longer, so he pulled Jin Linkun and dragged the box to the living room.
With the deep and high hopes of the entire seven groups of students on their shoulders, the two of them sat on the ground with their pillows on their shoulders, picking out a box of books for a long time in the cheerful background sound.
In the box there are not only sheet music, but also a lot of dusty trophy certificates. A pile of yellowed photos are tucked in the corner, and the edges have begun to roll up.
Yu Sheng obviously didn't take these things seriously, he tucked them into the corner, took out the score book, simply wiped the dust off with a wet towel, and handed him a copy after wiping it.
Jin Linkun simply flipped through a few books, but couldn't help but look up at Yu Sheng who was wiping the covers of each book.
At the door just now, he found that the room should be all the things that were brought out of the house.
It seems that they all carry a lot of memories, including photo frames, hand-made warship models, and tome hardcover books that are expensive at first glance. the meaning of.
Yu Sheng didn't seem to have any feelings because he opened the door, and his expression was still quite calm.
He didn't seem to intend to chat either. Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose, feeling that he shouldn't speak so rashly, took the book and opened it, flipping the sheet music page by page.
Yu Sheng finished wiping one more book and threw it into Jin Linkun's arms.
If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to get the piano score this time, Yu Sheng would have almost forgotten that there was such a room at home.
Usually this door is locked. I have been taking care of the aunt at home for a long time, and I know that there is nothing to help clean up here. It has been left like this since I moved in.
…
In fact, there is really no particularly sensational story, mainly because he was too lazy to clean up after the move.
In addition, it was quite easy for Salted Fish in No. 3 Middle School. There were not many people who knew him in the past, and there was no chance of him taking the stage. He didn't need these things, and there was really no need to organize them.
People grow up very quickly. Even things that used to be important enough to be touched are painful to death. After many years and looking back, they have actually become a past that you don't care about.
He just suddenly felt that since he met Jin Linkun, the barrier between himself and the past seemed to be thinning unknowingly.
Although he still doesn't know why he is studying, why he stays up all night to scribble an endorsement, why he competes in a serious manner for a messy reason, and even promises to participate in a four-handed combo of a group of demons dancing, he went home deliberately and choked. Ash took the sheet music.
In the past, he worked so hard to do this because he thought that his parents would be able to come back, that he was good enough, and if he took the stage and won an award, the family would be able to have another meal together.
When the trophy was smashed to the ground, and he stood in the eyes of everyone with doubts or sympathy, looking at the family opposite, the motivation to continue like this suddenly disappeared.
Since then, whether it was intentional or instinctive, when he realized it, he had avoided all occasions that would attract the attention of others.
…Until inexplicably, a few words at the door of the toilet ignited the fighting spirit, which made a scene for a battle over the toilet.
The whole thing and the bathroom were full of indissoluble bond, Yu Sheng twitched the corner of his mouth, pressed down the somewhat unpleasant memory, and wiped the performance-grade leather cover sheet music in his hand again.
The wet towel was brushed over, and the bronzing handwriting also brightened again.
Because it has been kept in the cardboard box for two years and has not been exposed to the air, it is still bright in color, golden and dazzling to the eyes.
Yu Sheng clutched the book in his hand, and unconsciously retracted his fingers.
He still doesn't know what motivates him to do it now.
But he still vaguely noticed that before he knew it, he seemed to be less repulsive to study and busy, less repulsive to enrich his life, and gradually began to not care about being focused and standing on the stage again, less resistant to letting He was back in everyone's eyes.
From the very beginning, Mingming just wanted to help this socially disabled roommate make some friends.
Yu Sheng himself felt that the development of this matter was a bit inexplicable. The corners of his lips were unconsciously pulled, and before he had time to end his emotion, he was suddenly pulled out of his mind by a strange touch.
"..." Yu Sheng opened Jin Linkun's hand that was stroking on his leg: "Why?"
Jin Linkun raised his hand to explain: "Look for the feeling."
He just picked a piece of music, and he simulated the piano keys in his mind, trying to find the feeling of fingering, but there was no place to practice his hands.
There is no piano in the living room, and the size of the bedroom and study is probably too big.
Jin Linkun closed the piano score in his hand, and quickly hid the group photo inside, which was probably clipped at random, and covered it tightly with the pages.
He raised his hand while holding the book, and moved back two centimeters in the almost real murderous aura of his roommate who finally returned to his senses, trying to find a reasonable explanation for his pressing movement on the opponent's leg: "I simply calculate After all, both of us haven't touched the piano for more than three years, and the time is a little tight. I think this should be practiced as soon as possible... "
Yu Sheng sat on the ground and looked at him for a while, nodded, stood up, and entered the room where the ashes were kept.
This time, he turned it around in a short time, holding a very delicate sky blue children's educational electronic organ in his hand, standing next to the garbage bag that was about to be taken out and thrown out, and neatly unpacked it.
"… "
Jin Linkun opened his mouth and looked a little weakly at the sudden turn of fate, trying to save the situation, "Friend, I suddenly feel that time is not so short..."
"No, you really have to practice."
Satisfied with his memory, Yu Sheng was clearly in a good mood. He pulled out two batteries and put them in, and tried to press the keyboard.
The children's educational electronic keyboard with a sky blue painted small white cloud played a ding ding dong dong sound.
Jin Linkun: "..."
Yu Sheng nodded, put the qin on Jin Linkun's lap, and patted his shoulder: "Good."