Maybe it's a talent problem, or maybe Teacher Wan's clothes are too big.
Or maybe Jin Linkun looks like someone else's father.
Yu Sheng put on the dinosaur jumpsuit, stood in front of the mirror in the fitting room for a long time, and raised his hand to zipper in silence.
Before it could be opened, someone outside suddenly lifted the blocking curtain gently.
A certain handsome figure in a one-piece bear suit squeezed in sideways, talking to him familiarly: "Friend, take it in for a while, they are in a hurry, the dressing room is full..."
Handsome figure: "… "
Handsome figure: "...?"
Before Yu Sheng's hand holding the zipper had time to pull it down, his eyes darkened unconsciously, and he took a deep breath.
Looking at the little green dinosaur in front of him, it took Jin Linkun a little longer than usual to confirm that he was indeed in the changing room.
Yu Sheng's phone was thrown on the shelf beside the door, and the screen was still on.
Pressing the thoughts running around in his mind, Jin Linkun glanced at the message sent by Cen Rui on the screen, quickly and accurately linked the whole incident, cleared his throat, and raised his head to meet Yu Sheng's gaze.
According to what he knew about his roommate, this look is probably called "if you dare to laugh and say you are cute, you will die, and you won't be soft-hearted and tell you that you will die".
Jin Linkun raised his hand and touched his nose in an effort to hide it.
Of course he knew that his roommate was cute, but he didn't know that his roommate could be so cute.
The two sets of clothes are the same size. The little green dinosaur looks a little big, with some wrinkles on the shoulders, and the cuffs cover the small half of the palm.
The collars of the fluffy clothes are piled on the edge of Sheng's neck, which looks very soft.
There's even a tail.
Yu Sheng didn't have time to take off the clothes. Looking at Jin Linkun who suddenly squatted on the ground, he couldn't help frowning: "What are you doing?"
"I..." Jin Linkun opened his mouth, "Slow down for a while."
It wasn't the first time he gave this answer, but unfortunately Yu Sheng didn't understand it. Looking at the person who responded inexplicably, he couldn't help but pull him over: "Get up, your clothes are wrinkled."
Jin Linkun raised his head and looked at the fluffy green dinosaur walking towards him, thinking that he might not be able to escape the beating today.
Jin Linkun has always been very free and easy, so he calmly greeted those who couldn't escape the beating: "Friend, I can—"
Yu Sheng: "I can't."
"..." Jin Linkun regretted: "Just a moment."
"Don't even think about it." Yu Sheng pulled the zipper and looked up vigilantly at Jin Linkun who was approaching: "Kun God."
… The children are still submissive.
The clothes are soft for a little dinosaur clothes.
Jin Linkun's hand that wanted to grab a tail was almost stopped, and he lifted it a little with nowhere to put it. After thinking for a while, he changed direction driven by a weak desire to survive, and landed lightly on top of Yu Sheng's head.
Yu Sheng tensed his shoulders, was silent for a moment, and said, "Five."
Jin Linkun was slightly startled: "Huh?"
Yu Sheng: "Four."
His roommate even gave him five seconds to rub his head.
Jin Linkun felt that his current state might not be suitable for playing Chopin, and he wanted to play a doll and dance with a bear for the audience judges.
He didn't know that the countdown from five actually aroused this person's emotion. Yu Sheng counted to three, looking at the hand that still hadn't moved, and finally couldn't help but move it.
The changing room is a temporary and simple set up, with only a simple curtain, and there are many shelf props in it, which may be touched by a slight movement.
Jin Linkun was worried that he would get hurt, so he hurriedly raised his arm to protect him, took two steps back, leaned back habitually, and realized that there was no door behind him.
Seeing that this person actually said that he would touch porcelain when he touched porcelain, Yu Sheng stretched out his hand to pull him in a conditioned reflex, but he couldn't keep his balance. .
…
Outside the changing room, the members of the seventh and non-seven groups who witnessed the bear and the little dinosaur fighting with their own eyes were silent for a moment.
"How did Kun God... how did he convince Brother Sheng—"
Ding Zhengjiao swallowed unconsciously and held down Xia Junhua's mouth: "No need, think about it carefully, we should know when we see this scene."
Based on experience, Liang Yifan doesn't think he knows: "I guess your imagination is far from the truth."
Cen Rui, who was also far from each other, didn't know how much work he had accomplished, so he squatted on the side and said with sincerity, "Kun Shen has paid too much for the seven groups..."
Jin Linkun often fell, and he was very experienced. He supported him and borrowed strength, and by the way, he also protected Yu Sheng on his chest, and no one broke down safely.
But his roommate didn't seem to want to thank him for this, and after realizing how many people were outside, he once showed his willingness to beat him again.
"Friend, friend."
Before the man in his arms jumped up and beat him, Jin Linkun circled him back in time and smoothed his hair, "Calm down, it's just an accident."
Yu Sheng was so calm that he lowered his voice and threatened him: "Think about it first, and then decide whether you want to continue to take this opportunity to grab my tail."
"… "
Jin Linkun was as good as he was, and raised his hand that went down without a trace.
"Two bosses, please excuse you."
Cen Rui bent down, raised his hand cautiously and interjected: "We may be going on stage. Before discussing the topic of tails, is it convenient for you to stand up a little?"
…
After standing up from the ground, Yu Sheng insisted on going back and changing the clothes.
The seven groups of students cooperated in an orderly manner. One part was responsible for dragging Brother Sheng by all means, and the other part was responsible for quickly inviting Lao Wan over.
Classmate Liang Yifan had nothing to do, so Ding Zhengjiao patted his shoulder and instructed him again and again, no matter what method he used, he would strive to let God Kun live to the second that Lao Wan came.
Liang Yifan stayed in place alone, looking at Jin Linkun who was hugging Yu Sheng and talking in a low voice, he couldn't help yawning. He added a pair of sunglasses to himself, and turned back to continue practicing his whistle.
After accepting the extremely gratifying three-minute praise from Lao Wan who was wearing an astronaut suit, Yu Sheng still couldn't find a chance to go back and change his clothes, and was happily dragged to the stage by Jin Linkun.
It was dark under the stage, the figures in the auditorium flickered, and the voices of voices in the interval between the scenes could be heard.
The lights on the stage turned on one by one, and fell on the fixed point according to Yu Sheng's arrangement.
"Team Leader, are you nervous?" Cen Rui was so nervous that he hugged his little sand hammer and talked nonsense to him, "I think I need to use all my strength now to make sure I don't become a walking sand hammer..."
"Don't be nervous." Ding Zhengjiao stepped forward, "Calm down, we can do it."
Xia Junhua swallowed his saliva: "It's not fair, do you think the audience and judges will like our little bears and little dinosaurs?"
…
The voice just fell, and there was a burst of unexpectedly loud cheers from the audience.
"Don't worry." Liang Yifan looked far away, looking at the audience that was going crazy under the stage, "The audience and judges liked it very much."
When they saw the borrowed Steinway pure black triangle majesty sitting on the side of the stage, no one thought that they could actually see this scene.
The fluffy little dinosaur was reluctantly led to the stage by the tall and handsome little bear, bowed to the audience, threw the bear's hand away ruthlessly, and sat on the piano bench by himself.
The little bear has a very good temper, so he moved to the side with him and sat on the piano bench together.
…
More than one audience member swore to testify that while coaxing the little dinosaur to give way, the little bear took the opportunity to reach out and touch his tail.
Unaffected by the overly cute appearance, the first pure sound of the piano sounded, the audience was quiet for a moment, and the soft music flowed out.
Considering the overall conditions of the seven groups, the composition of the performance is actually very simple.
When the lights go out and come on again, all kinds of characters are already in place, and they're in positions that I don't know how many times I've practiced.
Kong Jiahe had never stood in front of the stage before. When the erhu sounded, his whole body was shaking. The sound only shook twice, and the piano accompaniment suddenly sounded just right.
Yu Sheng had already pulled the zipper to his chest, sat in front of the piano, and focused on improvising to him.
Mingming usually looks at the boy who is a little cold, but the sound of the piano is unbelievably gentle.
The sound of the sand hammer came in hesitantly, the recorder, Tao Xun, and the triangular iron were ding ding dong, and the somewhat jerky guitar took over the keynote handed over.
In order to facilitate the mastering of the entire seven groups of practice, Yu Sheng changed a few familiar songs and forced all the musical instruments into it.
Originally thought it would be a stage where a group of demons danced wildly, but everyone cooperated unexpectedly smoothly. In the gentle accompaniment of the piano, they merged into a familiar tune.
In the audience, I don't know who was the first to start clapping lightly in rhythm.
Of all the groups, Group 7 was the only one with all members on stage, and even from the first day, I never thought that no one could come up.
The style of the characters is very different. The boys in the tunic jumped off the bicycles, the anime characters were obviously strung up in a mess, the laser suits with unknown characters, the swaying pumpkin carriage, and sent a few girls to the light.
Lao Wan's dream finally came true. He squatted in a flying saucer by the roadside for a long time in a space suit, and got out from behind the foam board in time after receiving the signal from Ding Zhengjiao.
The sound of the piano gradually stopped, the light of the piano dimmed, and the music became quiet.
After a few seconds, the harmonica sounded purely.
Although I don't know how many times I have practiced it, the skills are not so easy to master after all. Without the adjustment of the piano accompaniment, the music is inevitably a bit rushed, and if you listen carefully, you can hear some subtle intermittent errors.
But looking at the stage, everything seems to be less important.
Everyone was trying to complete their part of the work, Lao Wan touched his pocket, conjured up a handful of stickers, and walked past all the students on the stage with a smile.
The one who played the guitar, the one who knocked on the triangle, the one who was responsible for standing still as a living background board, and the one who was responsible for holding up the foam board to reluctantly create a plausible scene of another dimension castle party.
Everyone is a good boy.
You have to rub your head, give a good compliment, and then stick a little golden star on your chest seriously.
Lao Wan walked around the stage for a full circle, and finally went around to the classmates who were in charge of holding the foam board of the pumpkin carriage and sat down together.
The lights dimmed slowly, and fluorescent little star stickers gleamed on the pitch-black stage.
After a few seconds of silence, the chasing light fell in front of the piano again.
The two had already taken advantage of the opportunity just now to change their clothes, Yu Sheng raised his hand to touch the black and white piano keys, when Jin Linkun suddenly grabbed his wrist lightly.
Yu Sheng was slightly startled and raised his eyes.
Jin Linkun led him, walked to the front of the stage, and bowed seriously to the audience again.
The light in the background suddenly brightened, the shirt outlines an unusually clear line on the shoulders and back, and the youthful vitality and elegance are silently intertwined, stepping on the light.
It's so bright, so dazzling, even just looking at it makes people feel hot in their chests.
The heavy Steinway Triangle glowed with a faint halo under the lamp, waiting quietly, waiting to be replayed.
Jin Linkun stopped joking with him or teasing him, readjusted the piano bench, turned over the score, and sat down beside him meticulously.
Yu Sheng's chest twitched unconsciously.
He has been on a lot of stages, many of which he doesn't even remember clearly. It's much bigger than this, and he doesn't know what it means to be nervous.
But for some unknown reason, this time he suddenly felt his heart beating a little faster.
It was so fast that his chest became slightly hot, as if something was surging silently. It was obvious that he didn't know the composition, but every thought was very clear, and every thought was clearly visible.
Jin Linkun raised his hand and tapped their first prelude on the piano.
Chopin's tune was not suitable for the whole group to take the stage, Yu Sheng originally planned to delete it altogether, but the two of them cooperated to accompany the whole group, but all seven groups of students joined hands to kill the idea.
"Brother Sheng, stay awake and think about it carefully." Ding Zhengjiao's statement at the time was very clear and well-founded, "At our level, if the judges and the audience can't stand it and want to shut up, you and Kunshen are the same. Last chance to save us."
…
Finally, we voted unanimously and simply moved this paragraph to the end. Seven groups of students were responsible for listening to the piano on the stage.
Yu Sheng tapped the root note of the chord with his left hand, looked up at Jin Linkun, and was greeted by a smile that was so soft and almost trance-like in his dark eyes behind the lens.
Before he could return to his senses, Jin Linkun had already taken over his rhythm and hit the keys exactly half a second.
The qin piece was revised several times by Yu Sheng, adding a lot of parts that the two of them cooperated, broadening the range and expressive power of the tune, and adding a bright element to the original soft and dull piece.
The young man's fingers were slender and clean, and landed on the black and white keys. The arms were occasionally staggered, and the fingertips swept across the back of the hand, and settled on their respective keys again.
The two of them have practiced many times, and they are familiar with each sound, and there will be no mistakes.
Jin Linkun played two of his own measures, and was about to land on the next chord, but Yu Sheng's hand had already stopped and pressed the chord in advance.
Jin Linkun was slightly startled, thinking that he had misremembered the score, and asked him softly, "Isn't it here? I—"
He couldn't make a sound for the rest of his words, his throat moved, and he played the remaining few bars with inertia.
In front of the piano, which the audience could not see, Yu Sheng raised his right hand to complete the last few chords.
The young man still looked deserted, his eyes fell on the piano keys, his shoulders and backs were straight, and they were neatly outlined by the rays of light.
Through the fingers, he firmly grasped the hand that Jin Linkun had nowhere to put.