The daily rental is on the top floor of the community, a duplex apartment, the lower floor is the living and rest area, and the upper floor has a chess and card and game room.
There are not many players in the seven groups who can play mahjong, and there are three or four kinds of rules for those who do. Finally, we gathered four people to play a teaching game, surrounded by a group of students who were interested in learning mahjong. They all took notes and asked questions.
"Don't worry, don't worry, say one by one."
There were too many people asking, Ding Zhengjiao couldn't answer: "This is not called a bird, it's called a Yaoji, a chicken that is independent of the golden rooster, and the unitary—the first one was Nishang and then the sixth one."
With the cards in his hand, he glanced in the direction of the VR game: "Where's Brother Sheng?"
Liang Yifan held the apple in his mouth: "Downstairs, Brother Sheng is cooking, and God Kun is trying to help him cook."
This kind of daily rental seasoning has grain and oil, and you have to buy the vegetables and meat yourself. The seven groups also stopped by the market on their way, which made Yu Sheng fully realize that Jin Linkun's living level was not an exception.
Even Mr. Wan Yongming, who is used to eating in the cafeteria, studied the difference between shallots and garlic sprouts in the market. Yu Sheng decided to take back control of the kitchen in time for his stomach.
The seven groups of students all had the courage to challenge, and they went one after another to try to touch the kitchen. Only Kunshen broke through successfully and was dragged in by Yu Sheng.
Now the battle situation inside is not very clear, Cen Rui bravely went down to investigate, and came back and reported that it smelled good.
"Brother Sheng won't stew Kunshen, right?"
As Xia Junhua wrote down the notebook, he expressed his concern: "I feel that Brother Sheng has murderous aura when he picks up Kunshen."
"Can stewing be so fragrant?" Cen Rui was very interested in this topic, and recalled it carefully, "I think it might be fried, I heard the sound of oil."
Considering that Brother Sheng had beaten someone up again today, Ding Zhengjiao also felt that he should ask more questions.
"No. By the way, in my experience, it's better not to go down."
Liang Yifan has become accustomed to this murderous aura, and can basically predict the future development: "Don't be nervous. God Kun will tell Brother Sheng that he is hungry and his stomach hurts, Brother Sheng will not believe it, but he can't help but find him something to eat, and then Kunshen tricked him into opening his mouth and took the opportunity to let Brother Sheng eat something..."
…
In the kitchen, Yu Sheng swallowed his mouthful of marinated eggs and raised his head: "Aren't you hungry?"
Jin Linkun rolled his eyes with a good temper, poured him a glass of milk, and ate the remaining half of the egg yolk himself: "Also, eat it together."
Yu Sheng was too lazy to pay attention to him, but he was so choked up that he still took the milk after a while and took a few mouthfuls.
"At the time... not because there was a week left in summer camp to be happy."
Although the beating was over, Jin Linkun still felt that he should explain, and took the half glass of milk left in his hand: "I just thought, if—"
He raised his head, his voice paused, and he couldn't make a sound for a while.
Yu Sheng didn't drink milk very often, and always felt that this kind of thing was a little greasy, and he didn't know much about the whole process of drinking milk.
The circle of milk stains was still on his lips, making him look very small.
…
Very cute.
Jin Linkun didn't know what he was thinking, so he cleared his throat unconsciously, the heartbeat in his chest was inexplicably fast, and he couldn't say the following words.
Yu Sheng held up the knife and waited for a while between cutting vegetables. He didn't hear him say anything, and raised his head: "What are you thinking?"
"...It's not important." Before Jin Linkun could sort out his current mood, he replied softly, and the hand that was hanging by his side lowered it and lifted it up.
I don't know if it was because the kitchen was hotter than outside, but his palms were inexplicably sweaty, and he instinctively clenched them slightly.
Before he could relate to this person's upside-down logic, Yu Sheng wanted to ask again, but a hand was already on his lips.
Soon, the touch is slightly warm, and it is immediately withdrawn when it touches the lips.
After all, the roommate had a knife in his hand, so Jin Linkun quickly took a few steps back, opened his mouth and tried to explain: "Friend, there is a little milk—"
He stopped after speaking for a while, looked at Yu Sheng who still didn't move, leaned over hesitantly, and waved his palm in front of him: "Yu Sheng?"
Yu Sheng patted his hand away: "Why?"
Didn't scare anyone.
Jin Linkun breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the corner of his mouth, and shook his head: "It's okay."
Yu Sheng frowned, didn't speak, and turned back to chop vegetables.
Seeing that the knife in his hand was cutting into his hand along the way, Jin Linkun was taken aback, and he hurried over to stop the person in time before the bloodshed incident. He raised his hand and touched his forehead: "What's the matter?"
Yu Sheng didn't know what was wrong.
…
Maybe it was just a sudden feeling that something was wrong.
It's not that they didn't have a normal relationship of fighting, drinking and playing games together. To say that they didn't even realize that this kind of action was wrong would be a bit of a pretense.
But what was it, he didn't know.
I don't know where this inconvenience came from.
I only know that I don't seem to feel conflicted, just annoying, vaguely annoying.
Mixed with the messy emotions that appeared because of vaguely hearing that the summer camp was coming to an end, it piled up on my chest, making people unable to calm down for no reason.
Jin Linkun was still circling around him worriedly, Yu Sheng was annoyed for a while, and shoved the knife into his hand: "You cut it, I'll rest for a while."
"..." Jin Linkun hurriedly took it and looked at the potatoes that were said to be shredded: "Can I?"
"trust yourself."
With all the thoughts in his mind, Yu Sheng took out his phone and applauded him: "You can do it."
…
Jin Linkun felt that his roommate might still be angry.
Because of this little episode, until the seven groups sat down to eat together, the state of the two of them was not right.
"There are still French fries to eat, so happy to follow Brother Sheng..."
Cen Rui's heart was very big, and he didn't notice anything wrong, so he grabbed the fries excitedly: "I just like this kind of thick potatoes! It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and it's very refreshing to eat!"
"And it's very attentive, and the thickness is different."
Xia Junhua analyzed with reason: "Look, the two fries are at least half a centimeter apart - I think this is a unique design. The difference in surface area and shape can change the speed of heat transfer and produce a richer taste. …”
…
It is not easy to feed a group of ten people. Yu Sheng cooked a table of dishes, cooked a large pot of rice, and let a few boys run out to buy steamed buns before finally feeding the entire group.
A group of school tyrants were starving, and it was rare to eat this kind of home-cooked food. After being reserved and humble for less than five minutes, they couldn't help but quickly pick up the dishes in their bowls.
"Come on, there's also salt and pepper and ketchup, and fries, everyone can choose-"
Ding Zhengjiao took the initiative to serve everyone. Holding two small porcelain plates, he stared at the empty plate with wide eyes: "...Where are the french fries?"
Everyone quickly turned their eyes away and chatted, but no one spoke to him.
Kong Jiahe, who couldn't help eating the last french fries, felt a little guilty, stood up and wanted to speak, but was pushed back by Xia Junhua.
"It's okay." Cen Rui just drank half a cup of Coke, burped contentedly, and slumped on the chair, "We can continue to eat this, and let them meet the fries in our stomach..."
A group of people were eating happily. Liang Yifan held the steamed buns and watched it for a long time. He couldn't help but regain his role and leaned over to Jin Linkun: "Kun God, what's the matter... You two quarreled?"
Over the past few days, Liang Yifan has almost figured out all the ways these two people get along.
The mode of getting along with other people is just the opposite. Yu Sheng usually does not speak, and can use one sentence without compromising two sentences. Instead, Jin Linkun is the one who talks more and has a good temper.
He has seen it several times alone, and God Kun took the initiative to stretch out his hand when Brother Sheng was bored, and asked Brother Sheng to scribble on his hand.
But today, even Jin Linkun didn't speak.
Liang Yifan instinctively felt that this matter had something to do with the fight between the two people on the road, but also felt that it should not be such a superficial reason, and his brain kept going out: "You two have a conflict? You eat sweet brother Sheng and eat salty. Are you going to put sugar in the tofu brain? Brother Sheng is going to wrap meat in zongzi?"
"… "
Jin Linkun was originally moved because he took the initiative to help, but the more he listened, the more outrageous he became. He raised his hand and pushed him away: "It's not the same thing."
Liang Yifan wanted to continue to speculate, but he was moved to the table by his god, still at a loss, and looked at Yu Sheng, who was going to serve the soup, and sat down.
"Take a break and eat first."
Jin Linkun raised his hand to help him pick up the soup bowl, first filled him a bowl, put the rest in the middle of the table for a group of people to grab, and pushed the bowl of vegetables saved: "Come on, it will be cold in a while."
"How to eat." Yu Sheng looked at the bowl of dishes with too much content, "Are you a rat?"
Jin Linkun raised his eyebrows and pointed to the soup pot that had bottomed out in the blink of an eye.
Yu Sheng: "…"
The seven groups of scholars have completely released their natural instincts.
Cen Rui held up the soup bowl so that no one could touch it. Even though he could barely eat it, he stubbornly hid in the corner: "I'll keep it! Continue to eat when I'm hungry!"
"You've eaten so much, no matter how hungry you are, it'll be tomorrow!"
Xia Junhua held up his chopsticks and chased after him: "Hand over the last ball, or I will unplug your laptop tonight!"
Liang Zi became more and more knotted in the blink of an eye, Cen Rui immediately put down the soup bowl and continued the chase on the road without sharing the world with him.
Dong Jue walked over quietly and quickly took out the last chicken ball from the bowl.
…
As the only existence that was not robbed of food, Lao Wan held the only remaining job, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's so good to be young, so energetic..."
Yu Sheng hadn't eaten such a lively meal for a long time. He was a little shocked, and looked up for a long time while holding his chopsticks.
He doesn't like to cook, because no one eats it when it's done. It's rare that there are so many people eating this time, and the atmosphere seems to be rushing in another direction that is unpredictable and uncontrollable.
…
When he regained his senses, Jin Linkun was still trying to pile things into his bowl.
The pine nuts and corn are not easy to pick up. This person does not know how to use a spoon, so he tries to pick the pine nuts one by one with chopsticks.
In a plate of pine nuts and corn, he basically picked out the pine nuts, and it seemed that he was trying to put some pattern on the paper plate he bought temporarily.
Yu Sheng couldn't help frowning. He was studying whether he wanted to put a pine tree or just a pangolin, when the hand under the table was suddenly held lightly.
The strength is very soft, and it is loosely closed, as if it can be freed with a little effort.
Yu Sheng stretched his arms, did not speak, and met Jin Linkun's quiet gaze.
He just washed his hands, didn't wipe them well, it was a little cold, and it got a little water.
The palm was dry and warm when he touched it, Yu Sheng's fingers curled up, and just as he was about to clench it, he was completely wrapped in his palm.
Jin Linkun looked at him, leaned his shoulders slightly, his voice was a little soft, and it was not obvious at the chaotic dining table: "I can't hold back... Don't be angry."
Yu Sheng couldn't help frowning.
He wasn't angry, he just didn't know what he was thinking.
I don't really want to talk, but I don't seem to want to beat people that much either.
This person always likes to move his hands and feet, and it's annoying, but today... it's different.
I don't know who the problem is, but it seems that something is different from before.
"I know." Yu Sheng flexed his knuckles and couldn't help but explain, "I'm not angry."
His thoughts were scattered, messy and everything, and the first thing that popped up was why this person's hands were so warm.
Jin Linkun looked over his head: "Aren't you angry?"
Yu Sheng moved his chopsticks and put a pine nut into his mouth: "No."
Jin Linkun: "Then just smile."
Yu Sheng: "…"
Jin Linkun: "..."
It's a terrible thing to have your brain spin faster than your intellect.
Jin Linkun regretted it when he opened his mouth, raised his hand quickly, prepared to do a good deed every day, and held down the table for the seven groups of students to keep the table with only the leftovers at the bottom of the plate, but when he turned around, he found that Yu Sheng hadn't moved.
The boy's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, the corners of his lips pursed slightly, and he held the wooden chopsticks in one hand, exerting his strength unconsciously.
He looked down, as if he was bothering something, but he broke away with his unsteady hand.
Jin Linkun's heartbeat was inexplicably fast and a little unstable.
The fingers wrapped in the palm were slender and thin, a little cold, and they bent gently against the crook of his fingers.
He moved his hand and slowly added a little more force.
Before either of the two people could recover, the cheers of the crowd rang out first.
Cen Rui threw away Xia Junhua early, took out the SLR camera that he held all the way, found the position and angle, set the time and put it on the decorative bookshelf.
He dexterously ran back, his mouth still instructing: "Quick, quick! Either Bi Er or Eggplant..."
A group of people quickly posed, Ding Zhengjiao put his shoulders on the shoulders of the deputy team leader very standardly, Kong Jiahe was very nervous, and tried to straighten his back, making it look like he was often picked up by others.
Liang Yifan gave up on the two of them long ago, and resolutely returned to the front row to grab the camera. Cen Rui found that his ball was missing, and jumped up with Xia Junhua's shoulders.
A bunch of people were counting down in a mess, Lao Wan didn't know which one to listen to, he looked back and forth, put down his job and raised his hand to compare two, and followed the classmates and shouted eggplant.
Yu Sheng raised his head and was meeting Jin Linkun who wanted to look back at him and take a photo with everyone, but he couldn't hold back and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.
Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the smile on the corner of his lips, Jin Linkun's heart skipped a beat and looked back.
When the timer expires, the photo freezes.
The most ordinary and special days of youth were truly recorded in this way.
There is the brightest sunshine and laughter, there is the young light that is still flying, and there is the teacher with the group who works hard to sneak in among everyone.
Yu Sheng's lips have a slight curvature, and the usually cold and sharp edges and corners are softened, revealing a clean smile that only belongs to teenagers.
And the back of Kunshen's head.