When Liang Yifan, as a representative, conveyed the sincere greetings from the seven groups to God Kun, Jin Linkun was playing on his children's educational electronic keyboard.
Kunshen was very calm, typing on the mini-keyboard with one hand, while the other hand replied to the seven groups of students who were eagerly looking forward to it: it went well, and he was practicing the piano.
The entire group of seven breathed a sigh of relief in an instant.
"Look, I said I must be practicing the piano already."
Team leader Ding Zhengjiao was very happy and educated a group of members: "Brother Sheng and Kunshen are both professional and will not betray our trust."
"It must be very handsome." Cen Rui can't help but imagine the big guy playing the piano, "The two of them sit in front of the piano, cooperate tacitly, and fly with four hands..."
Xia Junhua agreed: "It is estimated that it is still a grand grand piano, the pure white kind."
…
Everyone was chattering, and your words and my words complemented each other, and quickly completed the beautiful picture in their minds.
A group of people were preparing to go back to their respective beds peacefully, when Liang Yifan suddenly jumped up again: "Come back, it's not over yet!"
"Kun Shinhwa's appearance reminds me of the day his WeChat was stolen."
Cen Rui couldn't help but sighed, leaning on Liang Yifan and looking at it on tiptoe: "What happened again? Let us help you take one more day off?"
Although the seven groups of students have basically added all of Jin Linkun's WeChat account recently, there are still a few who dare to send messages. Cheats like "How to take my roommate out to dinner after my roommate beat me up again" are used as a reward for lectures.
Jin Linkun doesn't reply much, usually as long as it shows that the file has been received, the conversation is over, but this time he actually replied the second sentence.
Liang Yifan glanced at his phone and shook his head: "Ask us how we are preparing, let us prepare well."
This question is a bit serious, and the seven groups of students who spent the whole evening self-study after intense discussion and basically no results looked at each other, and suddenly felt a sense of urgency for their homework to be checked.
It's not that they don't care, it's really a group of academic tyrants who concentrate and work hard on weekdays and are not good at this aspect. It is not easy to have artistic expertise. Even counting whistles and hammers, only more than half of the people can successfully take the stage.
Still without considering whether the group of demons will dance or become silent after taking the stage.
Ding Zhengjiao's ability is really limited, and Ding Zhengjiao is also very nervous: "Just tell Kunshen - that we are already preparing intensively, and we must not hinder him and Brother Sheng..."
Liang Yifan sat upright with his mobile phone in both hands, and quickly typed on the keyboard to reply, but the message on the other end had already jumped out first.
Jin Linkun: Prepare well. If you need any help, you can come to me.
Jin Linkun: Come on.
"… "
The dormitory was quiet for a while, Liang Yifan carefully read the previous article and confirmed: "It's not that the account was hacked."
Cen Rui scratched his ears: "What should I do? Kunshen has to go into battle to help himself, and I actually have a fighting spirit... Will I be beaten for playing the harmonica in the toilet in the middle of the night?"
"No, it will."
Ding Zhengjiao interrupted his thoughts in time, thought about it carefully, and gritted his teeth: "Ask Kunshensheng to rehearse together the day after tomorrow, and I'll go to the classroom tomorrow."
Liang Yifan agreed, bowing his head and replying to the message: "What about us? When will we get it out... Wake up platoon?"
"Sleep ass."
The leader of Xia Junhua answered his question succinctly and picked him up easily: "Come here quickly, at least learn to whistle, or else how can I be so embarrassed to explain to Kunshen and the others..."
The seven groups of students once again ignited their fighting spirit, went out over the wall, and gathered in a mighty small hot pot restaurant in the night market.
…
Jin Linkun put down his phone, reopened the piano score, and looked at the photo.
It seems that it should be the ensemble of Chinese and Western instruments that Yu Sheng said.
There were all kinds of musical instruments in a mess on the stage. A group of middle and high school students held flowers and happily accepted the congratulations. The certificates and trophies for the Best Performance Award were placed on the piano by the stage.
The boy who was still short was sitting on a chair, his legs could not reach the ground, his facial features were soft and delicate, much more childish than he is now.
Putting one hand on the piano, his shoulders were straight, his jaw raised slightly, and his face was extremely serious.
It only occupies a small corner of the picture, but no matter who looks at it, he can notice him at first sight.
Jin Linkun took a light breath, raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose.
What happened to his roommate when he was a kid...
How can it be so cute.
I had a hunch that once Yu Sheng knew what the consequences would be when he saw the photo of him when he was a child, while Yu Sheng went to take a bath and hadn't returned, Jin Linkun struggled with the photo for a long time, but he took out his mobile phone and quickly took it one.
There was a sound in the bathroom behind him, and Jin Linkun immediately closed the sheet music and turned back.
No one came out, it was estimated that Yu Sheng had just dropped something.
Jin Linkun breathed a sigh of relief, put away his phone, raised his head, and looked back at the trophies that had been sealed for a long time.
All of them are certificates of merit above the municipal and provincial levels, and there are several high-level literary and artistic performances. The piano scores have reached the performance level, and there are marks from the original piano practice on them.
But these things have been sealed up and have been in ashes for a long time.
In the group photo just now, the parents of other people came to the stage to send flowers, and the whole family gathered happily together, and you can feel how lively it is through the photo.
Only the boy on the piano bench is himself.
Obviously won the most powerful award.
Apparently it looks like it will glow.
Jin Linkun subconsciously stroked the cover of the book, covered the cover with his palm, slid down a little bit, and patted it twice.
After so many years, his roommate was rarely on stage again, and he had to make everyone else perform better no matter what.
After packing up and getting dusty, Yu Sheng couldn't help taking a shower, pulling out a towel, and first heard the sound of the electronic organ coming from the sofa in the living room intermittently.
"I like it so much?" Yu Sheng just wanted to make a comeback, but he didn't expect that Jin Linkun would actually cooperate, wiping his hair and going over, "I'll send it to you, it's not allowed to play in the bedroom."
Jin Linkun was leaning on the sofa, with a stack of books on his lap, and while auditioning with the electronic piano, he edited the score, hearing the sound dumbly: "To be honest, I suddenly think it's quite—"
He raised his head, only halfway through his words, opened his mouth, and suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.
Yu Sheng put on a half-worn T-shirt with him, a towel draped over his shoulders, and was bending over to read what he wrote.
The ends of the hair that are close to him are still a little damp, and the usually tough hair hangs down and sticks to his forehead obediently, making him look a little younger than usual.
The neckline of the T-shirt is a little loose. From this angle, you can see the delicate collarbone. The boy's Adam's apple is sharp and clear, and the lines of the shoulders and neck are slightly stretched to show the vaguely smooth outline of the muscles and bones.
The temperature of the air conditioner at home is just right, and it can be dried for a while. Yu Sheng was too lazy to toss, so he wiped his hair twice and ignored it, looking down at the pencil marks on the score.
"Here, arpeggios don't work, they fight."
Yu Sheng didn't intend to use his left hand to kick Jin Linkun's right hand off the piano keys. He pressed his shoulder and lowered his head to read the score, unaware that something was wrong with him: "What is it?"
Jin Linkun's Adam's apple moved slightly, trying his best to restrain himself from the sudden thought of raising his hand to wipe his hair: "It's... cute."
"..." Yu Sheng took a closer look at the cartoon-shaped electronic organ: "This?"
He hadn't thought that his roommate's aesthetic was so full of innocence.
Jin Linkun himself didn't quite know what he was talking about. He cleared his throat and crossed out the arpeggio: "After taking a shower? Is it cold?"
"It's not cold. There's still water, so you can take a shower later."
Yu Sheng rested on his shoulders, looked down at the following sheet music, and couldn't help it: "Have you been practicing the piano in church?"
"Ah." Jin Linkun was still a little stunned, and subconsciously agreed, "What's wrong?"
Yu Sheng: "This is a love song. The chords you added are so divine that they both soared on the spot."
"… "
The sequelae of the pipe organ were too serious, and Jin Linkun was forced to quit the work of arranging, and was forced to take a bath by Yu Sheng.
I don't know why, as soon as my mind was free, the young man bent down in the light, pressed his shoulders and looked at the piano score suddenly became very clear.
Together with the faint temperature from the clothes, the smell of clean shampoo on the tips of his hair, the fresh water vapor, and the faint air that brushed against the auricles when he spoke, he was everywhere reminding him to pay attention to more details.
Usually quite normal actions and existence, but because I don't know which switch was flipped, it seems that it has begun to be endowed with some new meaning.
…
Jin Linkun stood under the shower, closed his eyes, and rinsed with cold water for a while.
After taking a shower, Yu Sheng's score has also been revised to the first version.
It's getting late, Yu Sheng has been sleepy for a while because of a lot of tossing on the road today. Seeing him come out, he rubbed his eyes, yawned, and threw away the notation paper and book together: "Sleep?"
"Go to sleep, it's getting late."
Jin Linkun had just slept on the road, and he was still in good spirits. He helped him pack up his things together: "I'll practice again. The keyboard area is different, so I have to get used to it."
Yu Sheng was too sleepy. In order to wait for him until now, he raised his head and glanced at the time: "Why is there such a hurry, go to bed first."
It's the opposite of most people's waking up mood. When Yu Sheng is very sleepy, he is always easy to talk, and his tone is inexplicably gentler than usual.
Jin Linkun took another look at his still-dry hair, and finally couldn't hold back. He took a towel and wiped it for him: "You go to bed first, just give me the quilt—"
"No."
Yu Sheng's other set of quilts and pillows was thrown in the school dormitory. This time, he was in a hurry and didn't have time to clean up, so he just laid a layer of plastic cloth to prevent ash: "Just one set, I will order it soon."
Jin Linkun: "..."
He wiped his hair a little too slowly, Yu Sheng confirmed the position of the towel, pasted the area that was still dry, and rubbed it hard twice: "It's big enough, double bed."
Jin Linkun: "..."
Yu Sheng finally realized that something was wrong with him: "?"
"no-"
Jin Linkun cleared his throat and felt that the temporomandibular joint seemed a little out of control: "Didn't I sleep on the sofa?"
"..." Yu Sheng hadn't considered this alternative, and looked down at the sofa carefully: "Is it comfortable?"
"Maybe it's not very comfortable." Jin Linkun coughed lightly, "But—"
Yu Sheng didn't let him, but he picked up a pillow, scratched it on the top of his head, and found his arm: "Forget it, hurry up, go out to find the piano room tomorrow."
After shaking his head for a moment, Jin Linkun had already been pulled forward by him two steps.
Yu Sheng dragged him away with inexplicable effort, stood still and turned around, frowning impatiently: "Are you going to sleep?"
Jin Linkun raised his head.
The young man in front of him was too sleepy to open his eyes, his slightly raised eyelashes drooped down, he was holding the pillow with one hand and his sleeve with his right hand, and the corners of his pale lips pursed into a line.
Jin Linkun: "...Sleep."
He clutched the phone, and without waiting for a response, Yu Sheng had already pulled him into the bedroom.
The decoration of the bedroom is simpler than that of the living room. A bed has taken up almost three-quarters of it. There is a table beside the bed, computer headphones are thrown on the table, and several mechanical keyboards are randomly stacked.
Jin Linkun sat down next to the bed, watching Yu Sheng skillfully make the bed with his eyes half closed, hesitant to wake up his roommate and ask him to confirm the arrangement for tonight.
"Pillow this."
Yu Sheng's arrangement was very clear. He made the bed and threw the pillow over: "I will buy a pillow when I go out tomorrow."
He was used to living alone, and he was very familiar with these things. He smoothly lifted the quilt and went to bed, buried it in the pillow, raised his hand and turned off the overhead light.