What happened next, Jin Linkun actually didn't have a very clear impression.
As if it was a curtain call together, the judges commented on the show, stepped down, asked for the number, and asked to fill in something.
The two people's hands were only clasped in front of the piano for a short time, but his palms still seemed to be hot, and he clung to his palms, not even willing to hold them.
The classmates who finished the performance had to stay as the audience until the end of the whole performance. The others were guided to take their seats in the dark, and Yu Sheng was stopped backstage as soon as the performance was finished.
Some people came to ask about their piano repertoire, and even a few professors from Yangyin came over to ask Yu Sheng's willingness to apply for the exam.
Hearing that he did not intend to pursue art, the old professors were very sorry, but they insisted on keeping the invitation and left him a contact number.
Jin Linkun tried his best to regain his mind and discussed with him in a low voice: "I think I can play very well, why is no one coming to me?"
"Your doll dances with the bear and Chopin?" Yu Sheng didn't give him face, "It's a nocturne, why are you so happy?"
Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose, trying to find a suitable reason for himself: "It's not necessarily sad every night, maybe Chopin suddenly fell in love while playing the piano."
"… "
Yu Sheng was inexplicably convinced, nodded, turned around and entered the bathroom.
No matter how you go on stage, you have to simply wear makeup. Yu Sheng doesn't like anything on her face, so she just reluctantly let her put on a little powder and apply two handfuls of hairspray, and immediately wash it off when she gets off the stage.
Jin Linkun followed him subconsciously, also stood by the sink, took two handfuls of water and threw them on his face.
Cold water slid down his cheeks dripping, slightly dousing a little hot nameless flame.
Yu Sheng flushed the hairspray by the way, and flicked the water droplets from the end of his hair twice: "Did someone come over just now?"
"… Have."
Jin Linkun smiled, made a small dry square from his pocket, and pulled someone over to wipe his hair for him: "It's not that important."
There is an electronic version of the program list for the show. Jin Linkun took note of it. Song Heming, who once jumped out to find fault, gave their solo piano solo. Just before their first few shows, their skillful skills also attracted a lot of applause. .
This person has been wandering around since their end. He probably gained a lot of confidence from the warm applause in front of him. Hearing their adaptation of the Elementary Difficulty Four-Handed Play, he couldn't help but come over to demonstrate.
…
As a result, before he could come over, Yu Sheng was blocked by some highly respected old professors from Yangyin.
Kids don't need to pretend to be arrogant. Jin Linkun couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth. He didn't tell Yu Sheng in detail, he helped him dry his hair, and returned to the auditorium together.
The student numbers of the two were next to each other, and the seats were arranged the same as every time.
The lights off the field were pitch-dark, Jin Linkun leaned back in his seat, listened to the steady and slow breathing of the people around him, and sat for a while, but the thought of deliberately avoiding it was still uncontrollable and turned back.
He couldn't help lowering his head, looked at his palm, squeezed it lightly, and released it a little bit.
…
It wasn't the first time they held hands, but this time it was obviously different.
His little friend took the initiative to pull him, and his fingers were clasped together, with no intention of throwing him away, and they were clenched tightly and tightly.
Thoughts are bulging in the chest, no matter how to make sense.
He looked at Yu Sheng and couldn't help but want to ask what was going on just now. He tried several times, but he couldn't ask.
Yu Shengan quietly leaned back in the seat, his eyes fell on the rostrum that had become lively again.
The youth's eyes were clear and bright, which made the bottom of his eyes look extraordinarily pure and pitch-black, clearly reflecting the colorful lights cast on the stage.
Jin Linkun closed his eyes for a while, then stretched out his hand again, groping for Yu Sheng's hand.
The field was so dark that he couldn't touch it a few times, but his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, roaring as if he wanted to shock something he had never dared to point out.
"Kun God?"
Ding Zhengjiao didn't know when to touch it, so he bent down and waited in a row to inform the message: "There will be a bonfire party after a while, everyone should not go first, each group will gather by themselves..."
Jin Linkun was slightly startled, the thought of always being ignored came up, and he subconsciously clenched his right hand.
Before he could respond, Cen Rui, who was beside him, couldn't help but say, "How come it's so quick—Isn't it over in two days?"
Ding Zhengjiao has also participated in several summer camps. Knowing the process, he explained to him in a low voice: "Those days were prepared for the students who went through the formalities, and some people will leave almost tomorrow."
The bonfire party is basically when a summer camp is ready to end.
Some schools start early, and when the bonfire party is over, they have to pack up and prepare to go back to school the next day. Students who need to be recommended and specially recruited will stay for a few more days and complete the signing procedures before leaving.
In traditional summer camps, theatrical performances and bonfires are always the final farewell ceremonies. In order not to affect the effect of the show, the bonfire party will always be reserved until the notice after the show.
Many people actually knew it, but no one was willing to mention it.
"Old Wan invited us to dinner, and said, I won't drink milk tea this time, I will give everyone a good meal..."
Ding Zhengjiao squatted on the edge of the seat, whispered a few words, and suddenly became quiet.
The performance on the stage is still going on. Now the performance is a sketch, and several good burdens are buried. There are bursts of laughter from time to time under the stage.
Xia Junhua was a little at a loss, opened his mouth, and asked tentatively, "So... should I go after a while? Even if the summer camp is over?"
No one answered him, Ding Zhengjiao was silent for a while, and nodded twice.
"Don't, I haven't figured out how to play with the C language. Lao Cen also taught me how to connect my mobile phone to the projection screen in the school classroom—"
Xia Junhua looked back and forth, then stopped, and after a while, he said in a low voice, "...don't."
The girl sitting in the front row was still looking back to listen to them, but suddenly she couldn't hold back, she raised her hand to cover her mouth hastily, and tears followed in the blink of an eye.
"It's okay, it's not that I can't see you after the summer camp ends—"
Cen Rui hurriedly coaxed, handed the tissue over, and coaxed cautiously in a low voice: "Don't cry little fairies, you haven't taken off your makeup yet, your eyeshadows are all colorful..."
Several girls were feeling uncomfortable at first, but when they heard his words, they couldn't hold back, and still laughed with tears.
Liang Yifan wiped his eyes and punched him: "Old Cen, can you respect the sentimental atmosphere we have now?"
"Am I still not respectful?"
Cen Rui was really out of ideas and racked his brains: "Why don't I help you to black out the big screen now, and we will stay together when we write? But this may be a bit difficult. While using hacking technology, I may have to The computer they control is temporarily stolen..."
Someone was playing tricks, everyone's uncomfortable thoughts faded a little, and laughter sounded softly.
Ding Zhengjiao rubbed his eyes, couldn't help but smiled and took a deep breath: "It's alright, don't mess around, just get down to business."
When they got off the stage, they were dragged to the auditorium to fill in the blanks. Most of them had not had time to remove their makeup, and they were still wearing their clothes.
The venue of the bonfire party is not far away. After the show is over, go directly to it, and it will be too late to come back and get things after the end.
Ding Zhengjiao was used to worrying, and patted his shoulders one by one, making sure that he had been notified, and then pulled a few boys to return the clothes together.
Several little girls in the pumpkin car were all smudged with their colorful eyeshadows, and they were first arranged to remove their makeup. Ding Zhengjiao bent over and sat down to help fill in the blanks. He turned around and asked Jin Linkun: "Kun God, I heard that your school will also return to school early... Are you leaving tomorrow too?"
Jin Linkun's formalities are all handled by special personnel. Whenever he wants to go to class, he can go to class with his schoolbag. He doesn't need to go back to school in advance to go to school. The original plan was to see when Yu Sheng left, so he also arranged the itinerary together.
He propped himself up a little and was about to speak when the hand on the armrest was suddenly firmly grasped again.
Jin Linkun turned his head.
Yu Sheng was still looking at the stage, the corners of his lips pursed, he didn't move, and he couldn't see anything special.
At that time, I didn't have time to pay attention, but now I realize that the child's hand is still very cold, and the fingers are attached to the back of the hand, and the pressure is so tight that it hurts.
Jin Linkun moved his palm and tried to hold it back.
Yu Sheng has been watching the show all the time and has not participated in the communication with everyone. It seems that he has not been affected by the end of the summer camp at all.
If Jin Linkun didn't feel that his hands were about to fall apart, he might have thought that Yu Sheng didn't really care about this matter.
Jin Linkun suddenly remembered that he had never found a chance to discuss with Yu Sheng, and Yu Sheng still didn't know what his plans were for the next year.
He clenched his hand for a while, but it never warmed up. Jin Linkun moved his arm and tried to pull it towards him twice, trying to help him for a while.
Yu Sheng didn't let go, but he didn't follow his strength, his arms were tense, Jin Linkun tried to pull it twice, but he couldn't pull it at all.
The boy's expression looked a little colder than usual, his eyebrows seemed indifferent and calm, his eyes fell on the stage without moving, and the sharp lines outlined by the shirt were hidden in the darkness and looked a little sharp.
Jin Linkun suddenly remembered Yu Sheng's "home".
It was empty, and the model house had no popularity at all. It seemed that the house had not been changed anywhere since it was just bought and renovated.
Yu Sheng told him briefly several times, but he didn't mention it deliberately, but he was still able to piece together what was going on.
Since sitting in front of the piano, Jin Linkun has always thought of the boy in a tuxedo, a white shirt and a red bow tie, sitting on the piano bench.
So stubborn and so obedient, she doesn't even say soft words.
No matter how reluctant it is, all I know is that I am holding on tightly and will not let go.
How could the person who left him be willing to break this hand apart
"Yu Sheng..."
Jin Linkun gestured towards Ding Zhengjiao, motioning to talk about it in a while, then turned to his side and called him softly, "Yu Sheng."
The sound effect on the stage was so good that Jin Linkun called out a few times, and the hoarse voice was finally heard by the people around him through the deafening music.
Yu Sheng was silent for a while, then turned to look at him.
Jin Linkun's chest hurt slightly.
The summer camp was almost over, he had already thought about what to do, but Yu Sheng didn't know yet.
For Sheng, the end of the summer camp means going back to the deserted house, sitting by the bed and renovating the Chinese dictionary page by page, entry by entry. back.
How long did this matter stay in his children's heart
Jin Linkun pursed the corner of his lower lips, took a deep breath, and slowly shook his hand: "Have you thought about--have you asked for a tutor in the third year of high school?"
…
Yu Sheng looked at him and couldn't help frowning: "Is my grades bad enough to make you worry so much?"
Jin Linkun: "..."
The problem is not with his roommate, but because his expression is too vague and easy to cause ambiguity.
"Again."
Jin Linkun's heart was beating wildly, he took a breath, and tried his best to change to a concise and clear expression: "I want to live at your house in my third year of high school."
…
Facing Yu Sheng's increasingly complicated eyes, Jin Linkun also realized that he sounded like a robber when he said that, so he couldn't help raising his hand and rubbing the tip of his nose: "Friend, I mean—"
Just before he had to explain, Yu Sheng had already said, "So you're not leaving?"
"… right."
He asked too briefly, but Jin Linkun still understood what he meant and nodded lightly, "I'm not leaving."
Yu Sheng sat upright with his arms propped up, looked at him carefully for a while, and after confirming that Jin Linkun was not joking with him, he threw his hand back.
Jin Linkun: ? ?
The author has something to say: Brother Sheng: If you don't leave, don't say it early. (￣へ￣)ノ⌒●~*