The bedroom suddenly became dark.
The bedside lamp was on, leaving a faint light, and the warm yellow shimmer wrapped in the moonlight streaming in from the window, stirring together quietly.
Yu Sheng was really sleepy, she fell asleep not long after lying down, and her breathing gradually became even.
Jin Linkun's heartbeat finally dropped slightly to the normal range.
The quilt was indeed not small, so Yu Sheng took a side, and most of it was on his side.
Jin Linkun picked up the pillow, put it lightly on the bed, took a deep breath, lifted the quilt and moved in.
He didn't lie down immediately, and sat on the head of the bed for a long time, leaning on the pillow, pulled out his mobile phone, set the screen to the darkest setting, and clicked on WeChat.
In the late-night hotpot restaurant, Liang Yifan, who knows nothing but studies, was practicing whistling painfully, and the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
When he took it out, it was actually a message from his god that was unprecedented.
Jin Linkun: Are you there
Liang Yifan sat up straight, his mind was already turning quickly.
These two people are obviously going to spend the night at Sheng's house tonight. Although no one in the seven groups is aware of the structure of Brother Sheng's house, it does not prevent them from giving full play to their broad imagination.
"Kunshen's news?" Xia Junhua approached excitedly, his imagination flying wildly: "At this time - is Kunshen beaten by Brother Sheng again and kicked out of the house?"
Ding Zhengjiao was very dissatisfied with his gloating brain supplement: "How is it possible? At most, Brother Sheng's house has no guest room, so Kunshen sleeps on the sofa. Kunshen doesn't know how to sleep."
"Maybe Kunshen wants to sneak into Brother Sheng's bedroom to explore at night!"
Cen Rui excitedly rubbed his hands together, "Come back, come back, see if Brother Sheng needs our help! Although we are completely inexperienced, we have rich imaginations... "
The voice fell, and the message from the other end had been sent again.
Jin Linkun: We are now lying on a bed, covered with a quilt.
Cen Rui: "..."
Ding Zhengjiao: "..."
Seven groups of students with rich imagination: "… "
Liang Yifan knew a lot, stared at the line of words and studied it several times, and replied a little nervously: So... Is there anything you are not satisfied with
Jin Linkun's news came out after a while: No.
Jin Linkun: Is there a similar strategy
Liang Yifan was stunned: What strategy
Jin Linkun: For example, if you accidentally fell asleep on your roommate's bed, how would you survive the next day
The hot pot restaurant was silent for a while, Cen Rui was the first to react, doing eye exercises and turning around to run for his life: "No, Kunshen is not this person, I think most of it is hacking."
A group of people took this seriously, abandoned classmate Liang Yifan, and disbanded on the spot without any sense of loyalty.
…
Jin Linkun waited for the phone for a while, but could not wait for any useful information, put down the phone, and turned his head on the edge of the bed.
The bedroom was very quiet, Yu Sheng was sleeping soundly, his face buried in the pillow.
Usually he is very tough, but when he falls asleep, he appears obedient for no reason, and the edge of the whole person softens.
Jin Linkun couldn't help but stretch out his hand to touch his hair.
The freshly dried hair was still slightly cool, Jin Linkun touched it lightly, and just as he was about to raise his hand, Yu Sheng suddenly moved.
The drowsy boy turned around, rubbed his palm on the top of his head, and leaned over the warm breath.
Jin Linkun stopped moving, breathing unconsciously.
He still couldn't forget the photo.
Yu Sheng once told him about a stomachache, such a stubborn, stubborn, arrogant boy, how long has he been standing there, and how long has he lived like this.
Such an empty home.
He actually knew that Yu Sheng didn't mind anymore. The young man was still so proud that he couldn't be sympathetic to charity. He lived a good life and could do everything, and everything was done neatly.
But... he still wanted to hug him.
Just hug it, let it go after hugging, put your hands against the seams of your pants and sleep straight on the bed.
Jin Linkun sat for a while, slowly leaned down, wrapped Yu Sheng into his arms, and hugged him quietly.
Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, the person in his arms also vaguely sensed the touch around him, raised his arm, and grabbed him directly with his backhand.
Jin Linkun: "..."
This development was something he hadn't expected.
Jin Linkun moved tentatively and patted his arm lightly: "Yu Sheng?"
Yu Sheng didn't wake up at all, just fell asleep and used to fetch things in his arms, moved his arm, and still fell asleep.
The young man closed his eyes, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and there was a bit of stubbornness on his arms that he would not let go of.
Jin Linkun was reluctant to break his arm, lay down for a while holding his breath, still carrying the quilt over the shoulders of the two, and closed his eyes.
Two hours later, Jin Linkun, who was still unable to fall asleep, touched his mobile phone and glanced at the suggestion sent by Liang Yifan to "pay attention to all hints that may have special meaning".
… Now that I think about it, the pile of throw pillows on the sofa is probably a hint.
He didn't expect the current development through this detail, so he couldn't blame his roommate for what he was holding.
Jin Linkun replied with a thank you, put down the phone, and closed his eyes.
The young boy's tough body was attached to his chest, his short hair was rubbing against his neck, it was a little itchy, and the tepid air brushed against his skin and melted into the air.
His throat became dry involuntarily, and he managed to adjust his breathing. He really didn't know what to think, so he blindly went through the music score that Yu Sheng had revised in his mind.
The complicated mental process in the middle of the night prevented Jin Linkun from getting up the next morning.
Yu Sheng opened his eyes and was shocked by the unexplainable scene in front of him.
It seemed that the two of them didn't need a second pillow. He was resting on Jin Linkun's shoulder, with one hand on his back, and Jin Linkun's arm was on his back, and he still didn't wake up.
Sensing that he was moving, the other party skillfully pulled the quilt and tugged it on his shoulder.
Yu Sheng lay down for a while, thinking carefully about who to beat.
A big living person in his arms suddenly sat up, Jin Linkun couldn't sleep no matter how sleepy he was, barely overcoming the deep drowsiness and opening his eyes.
He was still lying down, opened his eyes for a while, and met Yu Sheng's line of sight.
Memories of last night flooded into my mind.
…
"Be careful-"
Yu Sheng was taken aback by him, grabbed the person who rammed under the bed by the end: "As for what, what did you do last night?"
Jin Linkun didn't do anything last night, but his arm was numb as a pillow. He wanted to sit up and explain, but when he exerted his strength, he almost fell over.
But he still didn't know how to explain it, his throat moved, and Yu Sheng pulled him to sit firmly: "Friend..."
The friend didn't seem to want to hear him explain: "Shut up."
Jin Linkun closed his mouth fluently,
"Small action."
Yu Sheng wanted to understand what happened to his arm as soon as he regained his senses. He avoided the piece that he had been pressing on all the time, and pulled someone back into the quilt: "Sleep with you, and I'll go buy breakfast."
Jin Linkun felt that it was necessary for him to participate in this kind of activity, and tried to sit up: "I'm not sleepy anymore, I'll accompany you—"
His words suddenly stopped in the cool touch of his eyelids, then stopped, and his throat moved: "Yu Sheng...?"
Yu Sheng touched it twice and determined that it wasn't the dark circles under his eyes that he drew with some eyeshadow pencil, and pulled the pillow and pressed the person in.
He has always learned things quickly, and now he has understood Jin Linkun's movements, and tucked the quilt into the corner a bit roughly: "Stop talking nonsense, don't you know how to wake me up?"
Jin Linkun opened his mouth, smiled, but didn't speak.
Yu Sheng wrapped the person into a zongzi, and was about to wash his face and sober his face, when his wrist was suddenly lightly grasped: "Yu Sheng."
He screamed seriously, Yu Sheng frowned and turned around: "Why?"
Jin Linkun propped up his arms halfway: "Sit down for a while."
Yu Sheng just sat down, and the arm wrapped around his shoulders and closed gently.
Jin Linkun was ready to be thrown out by someone over the shoulder, but the person in his arms just stretched his body very stiffly, his breathing stopped, and even his shoulders couldn't move.
The boy's shoulder blades were thin and hard, and he didn't know how to relax, and they pressed firmly against his chest.
Jin Linkun's heart seemed to jump with it, he took a deep breath, his voice softened, and he rubbed his neck: "Did you sleep well last night?"
Yu Sheng pursed his lips, his Adam's apple moved.
… not so good.
He himself didn't know what was going on. Usually, he would have insomnia for an hour or two when he lay in bed. Unless he didn't sleep for three days and three nights, the chances of falling on the pillow were almost few.
Especially when I turned over the sheet music yesterday.
The pictures from childhood to adulthood are all stored in memory, and from time to time, I can pop up because of which switch I hit, and play small movies back and forth in my mind.
He had been prepared for all those bad things all night, but he slept very well all night without even having a single extra dream.
Yu Sheng stubbornly didn't want to speak, Jin Linkun held him with one hand, and after a while he almost guessed the meaning.
He climbed along the pole very smoothly. After studying it carefully for a while, the corner of his lips couldn't help but rise, and he patted the head on his shoulder: "Then you praise me."
Yu Sheng: "…"
Jin Linkun didn't wait for his roommate's praise, he was put on the bed that was so soft that he could bounce with his arms twisted, and he was wrapped into a zongzi again.
It is forbidden to set up stalls for sale in the community, and there are not many takeaways in the morning. Yu Sheng went out quite a distance, bought two copies of tofu nao, and came back with a bag of buns.
There was a morning market outside, Yu Sheng bought some food and stood for a while at the entrance of a small convenience store.
Severe lack of sleep last night, Jin Linkun closed his eyes again, and opened them again, it was almost noon.
Yu Sheng had already eaten breakfast and was continuing to revise the score. His breakfast was placed on the table, covered with an insulated box, and two cans of Wangzai's milk were placed on the side.
In fact, Yu Sheng also had a jar in his hand, inserted a straw, and drank it one by one, while he casually turned the pen between his fingers.
It's a pity that he only heard the sound of going out, and the people at the table immediately clicked the pen vigilantly, quickly drank the last few mouthfuls of milk, and flattened the red cans and threw them into the trash can.
…
His roommate is so cute.
Jin Linkun rubbed the tip of his nose, cooperated to regain his half-dream and half-awake state, went around the living room to say hello, and yawned to wash up.
He vaguely felt that the frequency of this thought seemed to be getting higher and higher recently.
After eating steamed buns and tofu brains, which I don't know if it was breakfast or lunch, the two of them went out together, found a piano shop, and simply practiced the piano.
Yu Sheng's skills are all there. Although he hasn't touched the piano in the past three years, the speed of picking it up again is faster than Jin Linkun expected.
When he plays the piano, he will appear more relaxed than usual, with his thin and clean fingers jumping on the black and white keys, his eyebrows are lowered slightly, and he looks focused and gentle.
Jin Linkun stood by the side, watched him play the piano seriously, and politely helped to persuade several girls who tried to ask for WeChat by saying "My roommate only has learning in mind".
Yu Sheng tried for half an hour, walked through the composed piece, rubbed his wrists and stood up: "No, I have to practice again... Where are they?"
Jin Linkun handed him the water and coughed lightly, "They?"
"Didn't you wait to play the piano?"
Yu Sheng saw several girls coming over just now, and thought they were lining up behind for the piano test, so he deliberately accelerated his speed, but he didn't expect any of them to disappear now: "Can't wait?"
"..." Jin Linkun couldn't help laughing, and rubbed his head: "Yes, I can't wait to leave first."
The man's movements of rubbing his head became more and more proficient. Yu Sheng couldn't help frowning and patted his hand away: "Then why don't you hurry up and practice, what if they come back later?"
Jin Linkun opened his mouth, was pulled by him and hurriedly sat down in front of the piano, he cooperated with a smile in his eyes, and sat up straight and pressed the keys.
He has been playing the organ for a long time, and many movements still need to be adjusted temporarily.
Yu Sheng folded his arms to supervise, and from time to time he stretched out his hand and pulled a hand, correcting his posture of pressing the chords, so as to leave some room for himself not to be pushed off the piano bench by his elbow.
The control of the two is not weak, and they have quickly matched. Yu Sheng bent down and was about to try to join him for a while when someone happened to come over: "Excuse me, can I try this piano—"
The qin displayed by the qin shop can be played by anyone. Yu Sheng didn't know him.
The one who came was also a tall and thin student about their age, wearing glasses, his eyes were dodging and falling on Jin Linkun, his eyes couldn't hide the fear and guilty conscience: "Brother Kun, you, how are you—"
He glanced at the file bag on the side of the piano bench, and saw the summer camp logo above, his face turned pale: "You... Haven't taken the college entrance examination yet?"
Jin Linkun didn't move, his hand flattened and landed on the piano keys, and he didn't speak.
The tall and thin boy swallowed his saliva, took two steps back, apologized to Yu Sheng, turned around hastily, and ran away without looking back.
The sound of the piano stopped for a while, Yu Sheng frowned and lowered his head: "You—"
"It's alright." Jin Linkun smiled, interrupted him, raised his head, "Come on, try playing for a while."
Yu Sheng pursed the corners of his lips, did not speak, bent over from behind him, and landed one hand on the piano keys.
Jin Linkun pressed the first chord.
The first cooperation is destined to be impossible to directly pop up the finished product in a tacit understanding. Jin Linkun is used to double-row keys, and the area that can be played suddenly folds in half and then in half, often unable to react, and accidentally bumps into Yu Sheng's hand.
The roommate, who was impatient even in correcting his chords, suddenly became silent and cooperated to the extreme. He stably and skillfully went around his arm with one hand, and played his part of the score meticulously.
Jin Linkun unconsciously lost his mind. He had already progressed to the next page before he remembered that there was a left-hand chord that was too late to play, and subconsciously said, "Sorry—"
Chords sounded over his words.
Yu Sheng had always been standing behind him with his right hand, but his left hand suddenly added to make up the chord.
"Sorry shit, I'm watching."
The boy's voice sounded from behind him, clear and clean, with a bit of usual impatience: "What's missing, can't I make it up for you?"