After agreeing to run and help smash the chords, Yu Sheng turned back and forth.
Jin Linkun pressed the keys according to the score, and wanted to ask if the four-handed piano should be played by two people sitting on the piano bench, but he couldn't say anything.
The person behind him moved neatly, his arms circled around him from behind, pressed down a little, and his chest was attached to his shoulders with the movement.
Steady and solid strength, firmly covering him, with a steady heartbeat, fell on his back.
Jin Linkun handed the main key to Yu Sheng, took over the chords, raised his hand and turned over a page of scores.
It’s not surprising to meet my classmates here. The last year of senior high school just finished the college entrance examination, and now is the time to relax. Except for those who travel, the rest are probably outside.
It's just that he missed a year of the college entrance examination. Which year he took the exam, he should worry about others, not him, nothing to care about.
Maybe it's just... It's been too long since I've been called that.
Not used to it.
The strength behind his back was still stable, Jin Linkun sat up slightly and leaned back gently: "What's missing - can you make up for it?"
"Make up." Yu Sheng concentrated on picking up the chords he missed, resisting the urge to pull him down to Chopin's knees, "What else is missing?"
Jin Linkun opened his mouth and said nothing.
... I might get beaten up.
Pianos are expensive after all.
Jin Linkun calculated the price of the piano and the compensation that would be required in case of damage. He accidentally read the score and put his hand on Yu Sheng's chord.
Before he could withdraw, Yu Sheng's left hand fell down precisely without even looking at it.
Seeing that he was about to be beaten by his roommate to train the chords, Jin Linkun had a clever move, turned his palm over and held that hand directly.
…
When limping out of the piano shop with his roommate, Jin Linkun was still thinking about why the piano bench in the piano shop was so slippery.
And why his roommate kicked the piano bench so skillfully.
Yu Sheng bought a pillow by the way, took Jin Linkun and the pillow back home, threw them into the sofa together, and pulled out the children's educational electronic keyboard and stuffed it into his arms.
Asking himself, Jin Linkun felt that in addition to being distracted, his technical level had not yet fallen to this level. Holding the electronic keyboard, he couldn't help but look up: "Friend, I think I have grown up..."
Yu Sheng didn't give him face: "Find a five-year-old and ask him under what circumstances he needs to turn his hand over to play the piano."
"..." Jin Linkun rubbed the tip of his nose, turned on the switch of the electronic organ, and pressed it a few times.
There is still one can of the sweet red can of milk, which is placed in the refrigerator, and when it is taken out, it is covered with a thin layer of water vapor.
Seeing that a can of milk was smashed head-on with precise positioning, Jin Linkun guarded the small electronic organ and raised his hand to catch it in time: "Are you ordering takeout?"
"Not sure." Yu Sheng took out the vegetables he bought and simply picked them, "I will do them."
Jin Linkun was spinning in a circle and playing the cans. Hearing this, he raised his head, and the milk in his hand also swayed.
"If you spill it on the carpet, clean it up when you want."
Yu Sheng looked at Liulu, gave a warning in advance, and walked to the kitchen with the dishes: "You are not allowed to help, if you dare to help, you can eat what you make yourself."
Jin Linkun, who just stood up, was mercilessly suppressed and his enthusiasm was extinguished. He was a little regretful: "Is it really that tragic? I think I can actually cook porridge... "
Yu Sheng ignored him, simply picked a few dishes, and threw them into the sink to wash them.
Jin Linkun couldn't take it easy, and as soon as he turned around, he followed him into the kitchen again.
"Help you wash the vegetables, this will not delay."
Jin Linkun quickly found a job that suits him, untied his cuffs, and rolled them up in twos and threes: "I want to learn too, I'll give you a shot."
Yu Sheng actually doesn't like to cook, so he can eat whatever his aunt is around, and order takeout by himself. I don't know what's going on, so I couldn't help but buy two pockets of vegetables this morning.
Seeing him happily following around the side, Yu Sheng still didn't blast people out, and briefly explained how he would clean up and beat the eggs himself.
Jin Linkun really didn't do it on a whim, he was studying very seriously.
He does everything he does, and his demeanor is also very intimidating. The cuffs are rolled up to the elbows, the wrist bones are clear, and the slender fingers are concentrating on playing with the vegetables in their hands, as if this is also a very important matter.
"Why learn this?" Yu Sheng didn't think there was any occasion for him to cook by himself, so he pulled an apron and put it on him, and tied the rope behind him.
Jin Linkun cooperated with him honestly, his eyes were bent behind the lenses, and he said seriously: "I can't just keep you busy, I'll do it for you when I come back—"
"..." Yu Sheng took the rice spoon to fend him off: "No, I won't eat it."
He still can't figure out how confused he was that day to drink the pot of porridge.
The original shadow was too deep, and Jin Linkun tried to make persistent efforts, but was strictly restrained by Yu Sheng within one meter of the edge of the stove.
"Don't move around, I just bought the ingredients for a meal."
Yu Sheng felt in his pocket, found out the candy, peeled it off and stuffed it into his mouth: "You'll help me a lot if you can stand here."
Jin Linkun opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but his lips touched the side of his finger first.
Gently rubbed it, it was a little cold, with a faint toffee aroma.
Yu Sheng was very busy, he had already turned back to the stove, raised his hand and turned on the range hood.
The oil is already hot, the egg liquid is poured in, and the aroma is overflowing with a clatter.
Jin Linkun raised his hand, touched his lower lip lightly, and raised his head.
Yu Sheng's aprons are all of the same style, dark brown without any decoration, so simple and almost indifferent.
The young man wore the same apron as him, and his movements were neat and crisp, skillfully stirring the ingredients in the pot, and the bright aroma could not stop overflowing.
Jin Linkun stood for a while and picked up the phone.
Liang Yifan, who was far away in the summer camp, was forced to learn how to whistle for a day. He was exhausted physically and mentally. He fell hungry in the activity room and waited for the meal to be delivered. Then he received a message from his god.
Jin Linkun: My roommate is cooking.
Liang Yifan: Brother Sheng actually knows how to cook! !
Liang Yifan: Is it delicious? Is it the kind of level where you can lie down and eat when you go out to camp together!
Liang Yifan: Do you need any secrets this time
Liang Yifan: Kun God? How are you?
Jin Linkun: Good.
Liang Yifan: ...
Jin Linkun: No, just tell you.
Liang Yifan: ?
Jin Linkun: [Picture] [Picture]
Liang Yifan: ? ?
Liang Yifan was sitting in the activity room, looking at the last two high-definition original photos of dinner sent on his mobile phone, and fell into deep thought.
Yu Sheng didn't cook too many complicated dishes, two dishes and one soup, steaming rice, and the two of them just finished the last bit of soup base.
Taking advantage of his roommate's brief distress after he was full, Jin Linkun finally found an opportunity to wash the dishes, one by one, and put them upside down on the draining rack.
It is easy to feel sleepy when there is something in the stomach. Yu Sheng leaned on the sofa and watched the cartoon smoothly tuned on the TV for a while, then looked sideways at the figure in the kitchen who was concentrating on washing dishes.
When he first saw Jin Linkun, he felt that this person was so annoying, and the most unpleasant thing was the sloppy attitude of the other person who didn't care about anything.
I don't know when it started, but when this person was by his side, everything started to be extra serious.
Whether it will or not, the icing on the cake or the self-defeating. Every corner around him seemed to be squeezed in by another shadow, earnestly occupying a small and large position.
The space that had been vacant for a long time, so unknowingly, was quietly filled up.
Yu Sheng sank into the sofa, pulled a blanket that was forcibly placed on him, and closed his eyes.
Before going to bed, Yu Sheng took precautions and stuffed a whole row of pillows in the middle of the bed before lying down.
I took two days off and had to report back the next morning.
Early the next morning, Jin Linkun, who hadn't slept for two consecutive days, was led by his roommates on the bus. After taking a nap all the way, he woke up briefly in the middle of two reversing, and went back to the summer camp smoothly with his eyes closed.
"Kunshen... Is it too hard to practice the piano?"
Ding Zhengjiao looked at Jin Linkun, who was tucked into the corner of the activity room to sleep, and was a little worried, and pulled Liang Yifan: "Do you want to let God Kun go back to rest first?"
Liang Yifan also received two messages in the middle of the night last night, neither of them slept well, and yawned: "No, Kunshen is thinking about something and can't sleep at night."
Cen Rui didn't have a long memory and couldn't help but wonder, "What's the problem?"
"How can I accidentally knock Wangzai's milk on the carpet of my roommate's house without being pretentious?"
Liang Yifan finally found someone who was willing to listen. He dragged him and pulled out his mobile phone to recite in detail: "And how to persuade roommates to give up their pillows while still retaining the good habit of sleeping with them."
"… "
After a few days of rehearsal, the seven groups of students who worked together to help the two bosses win a two-day vacation quickly discovered that the relationship between the two people seemed to have changed dramatically in the past two days.
Kunshen has not been very energetic these days. He occasionally dozed off during rehearsal, and the chance of being distracted has also increased significantly. He helped to tune the instrument several times, but he didn't stop consciously when he was tuning, and he didn't know what to catch. place.
He was not picked up and beaten by the always strict and meticulous Yu Sheng.
Not only did he not beat him, but Yu Sheng even began to turn a blind eye to the occasional desertion from his roommates. Occasionally, he couldn't stand it any longer. He would directly take over his key position and play the main melody alone to help with the accompaniment.
"I feel a little uncomfortable."
Xia Junhua: "Brother Sheng hasn't beaten Kunshen for two whole days. It seems that something is missing in our lives."
Cen Rui: "And Kunshen's enthusiasm is so high that I'm afraid, so sleepy, he still comes to rehearse with us every day. Help me, do you know why Kunshen is suddenly so enthusiastic?"
"I have changed my WeChat name, and now I call it the fate of the Internet to meet."
Liang Yifan's cheeks hurt, and he rubbed his face vaguely: "The reason is more complicated. To put it simply, Kunshen is worried that our group of demons will not be able to help Brother Sheng exert his strength."
"… "
The chatting corner was silent, and Cen Rui, who was in charge of shaking the sand hammer, rubbed his knees: "Then I think Kunshen's worries are justified."
"It's not me." Xia Junhua added, "We can probably suppress Brother Sheng so that he can't use his strength."
The summer camp includes the top 100 students from every city in the province, and it stands to reason that there are not many talented students.
However, as a major province for the college entrance examination, there are also schools like Lao Wan’s alma mater, H Middle School, which set an example. Every school is trying to learn from the dead. There are not as many students who can take a breath to study art.
The luck of the seven groups is very unique. Except for the two big bosses who supported the scene, the deputy leader Kong Jiahe's erhu was good, and the remaining one with artistic expertise was not assigned. The expertise of the others can only be at the level of hobbies. .
Thinking about Yu Sheng's surprise on the first day back, but he was still very dissatisfied, Meifeng locked up and found a piano room to practice for a whole day, and the seven groups of students suddenly felt a heavy pressure.
"By the way, speaking of Brother Sheng's strength - have you watched the forum?"
Xia Junhua suddenly remembered and took out his mobile phone: "It's been a lot of trouble these past two days. I saved that post last time, and I haven't had time to read it."
"Look, at the beginning it was a provocation by an idiot named Song Heming, saying that our brother Sheng was sneaking into the summer camp, and he couldn't play the piano."
Cen Rui also remembered when he mentioned it: "As a result, he played a section by himself, and at first a lot of people blew it. Later, a senior ninth-level number came out, and he directly said that he had a pale emotion for showing off his skills throughout the whole process, and the overall degree of completion was low. I also asked him if he needed to find a professional to listen to it, and then he stopped moving..."
Dong Jue didn't care much about these gossips. He listened to it and couldn't help but sigh: "Nine-level number, when will I be able to reach this level?"
With the continuous construction, the function of the forum for misappropriating money is becoming more and more perfect, and the upgrade of the account is directly linked to the quality of the speech. There are a lot of unresolved problems in the study sections of various disciplines. The more thanks and likes you get for high-quality answers, the faster the upgrade will be.
In this upgrade mode, the gold content of the ninth-level number is abnormally high, and it comes with bold gold-plated special effects as soon as it appears, which often plays the role of finalizing the voice in various disputes.
Since the establishment of the forum, there are only seven 9th-level accounts in total, and each of them has worked hard to accumulate a lot of high-quality answers in the forum that they are good at.
What is the origin of the eighth 9th-class number named "WSYZKA" that appeared this time, it also aroused the curiosity of many people.
Cen Rui has been paying attention to this gossip, and even used his thirteen trumpets to take turns to scold Song Heming. He was banned from twelve trumpets because of his aggressive words, which was very impressive.
"That ninth-level account is also awesome. It appeared late at night and answered all unanswered questions in each section within three days. It was also very detailed, and the likes soared."
Looking back now, Cen Rui couldn't help but be fascinated: "More than 2,000 points in an hour, the score is crazy, the momentum is like a broken bamboo, and the ninth level is straight, and the sky is down and the wheat is closed. It's cool..."
There were not many contestants who could answer the questions comprehensively across the arts and sciences. He couldn't help but be curious, and tentatively asked about the account of Taisheng.
It turned out that the other party not only did not pay attention to this matter, but also did not even go to the forum very much. Now he is only a first-level member, and he just paid for the registration two days ago.
"So—" Xia Junhua opened his mouth and hesitated, "No way? Kunshen doesn't seem to be such a nosy person..."
Cen Rui was noncommittal, and raised his eyebrows inexplicably.
Liang Yifan, under the cover of his musical instrument, probed into the two people beside the piano.
Now it's rest time, Jin Linkun accompanies Yu Sheng to practice the piano, playing with four hands together becomes second-hand, the shoulders under the black shirt sway, and the arms exposed by the T-shirt on the side wrap them in time.
"Can insomnia be like this?" Yu Sheng supported him and couldn't help frowning: "Should I just knock you out tonight and throw you on the bed?"
"Friend, I think we can understand it differently."
Jin Linkun woke up when he helped him, touched the tip of his nose, and coughed lightly: "For example, it is easy to change from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to change from luxury to frugality. I'm used to sleeping in a bigger bed, so I'm not very used to the dormitory... "
Yu Sheng covered his mouth with his hand, didn't practice any more, put down the lid of the piano: "Go back to sleep or sleep on your stomach?"
Jin Linkun smiled and put down the lid of the piano in coordination.
He lowered his head and was about to bury himself in his arm, when Yu Sheng pulled his collar and pulled him and took off his glasses.
Jin Linkun lay on the lid of the piano and slept peacefully for a while.
Yu Sheng sat beside him and read the book, stood up, closed the curtains, walked over and made a gesture to everyone, indicating that the chatting voice should be a little softer.
Liang Yifan looked at the glasses in Yu Sheng's hands, and patted Xia Junhua's head meaningfully: "Don't worry, you will understand when you grow up."