C Language Cultivation

A familiar fragrance permeated the room. Lin Xun opened the window before going out to eat in an attempt to spread the perfume as soon as possible.

However, when he returned to the room again at night, the scentless fragrance appeared again beside him.

Lin Xun had no choice but to break the jar, close the window, and start a video with Dongjun.

After these few days of communication, Lin Xun felt that the atmosphere was relieved with embarrassment. Their topic was no longer limited to pointers, but began to involve some life and work-after all, people always have nothing to say when they are embarrassed Yes, and after a few days of having nothing to talk about, they will become accustomed to those topics.

Lin Xun held the pointer and told Dong Jun what he had done this day: "Today, I picked up my sister at the airport, um... tomorrow we will go back to our original home together, stay for one or two nights, and then come back."

Dongjun: "Can Luoshen not have you?"

Lin Xun: "Yes, I think my role is very small now, just need to write a MATLAB, and then they will take a long time to code..."

As he talked, his voice came with a smile: "During the time they coded, I wrote another piece of MATLAB, and then this process looped indefinitely."

"It can't be said that the effect is very small," Dong Jun's voice was slightly lower, and perhaps it can be said to be very gentle: "Your role is more soul."

"Maybe." Lin Xun smiled and continued: "They also satirized me yesterday, saying that my algorithm was not considered from the perspective of coding at all, and I should change it."

"Well..." Dongjun seemed to raise an eyebrow: "It's not enough for them."

Lin Xun: "After all, not everyone is the same as Dongjun."

Dongjun seemed to have a smile in his eyes: "You rate me very high?"

"Of course...Everyone thinks highly of you," Lin Xun looked at Dong Jun on the screen. The relaxed atmosphere of the conversation made him say a lot more accidentally, "I always know you-after all It’s everyone’s male god. Then I followed your GitHub and Weibo."

Dongjun looked at him and said nothing.

Lin Xun's fingers unconsciously grabbed the pointer's hair and continued: "But I always think that your character will be very cold, but I didn't expect it to be like this-ah, I seem to have said this once before."

Only listen to Dongjun Road: "Maybe there is your reason."

Lin Xun: "...Huh?"

He and Dongjun looked at each other, and Dongjun tickled his lips slightly.

This man smiles really nicely, and it does mean something swann.

"When talking to me, I will feel that you are always laughing." Dong Jun said lightly: "So if the other party is you, I will not talk like the media or other people, maybe your cognition is because of this Deviation."

Lin Xun looked at him, a little dazed: "Am I laughing?"

Dongjun: "In."

"I..." Lin Xun patted his face, feeling the unusual stiffness caused by maintaining a slight expression for a long time. He buried his face on the pointer and collapsed a little: "Sorry..."

Dongjun's voice can be called gentle: "It doesn't matter."

"I may not know it," Lin Xun raised his head, feeling a bit hot, he said: "After all, I am your brain powder, in fact, I don't know that I am laughing, I feel expressionless."

"Not obvious," Dong Jun said: "It's mainly eyes."

"I..." Lin Xun didn't know what to say, he could only say: "I hope you won't feel offended."

"No," Dongjun said: "You are cute."

Lin Xun: "..."

"No, I can't talk to you anymore." Lin Xun pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and smiled, "I'm a little embarrassed, I have to adjust the state."

Dongjun said: "Are you going to sleep?"

"I want to get up early tomorrow." Lin Xun said: "I and the pointer will sleep after a while."

"Good night," Dong Jun paused, then continued a second later: "Don't be nervous."

Lin Xun looked up and saw Dong Jun looking at himself, with a slight smile in his eyes.

——Behind him is the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the hotel. The sunlight at 9:30 in the morning comes in. The silhouette of the whole person is softened again by the golden light.

"I try my best..." Lin Xun looked at him and said, "Good night."

Then, he waited for Dongjun to cut off the communication.

As soon as the communication was cut off, he fell to the bed with the pointer.

His cheeks were a little sour, he recovered from his conversation with Dongjun, and then he found that he could not help lifting his lips.

So, he couldn't control it.

After all, after all...

For many years, the male **** has listened to you gently and kindly on the side of the video. Who can stand it?

Lin Xun vigorously rubbed his pointer: "Your family Dongjun should converge a little. If he faces me with no expression, of course I can control my emotions."

The pointer ignored him and lay down on the pillow, already ready to sleep.

Lin Xun thought about what happened just now, completely absently tidied up, and lay down.

After staying in the room for a long time, he was used to the light and cold fragrance, but once he touched the pillow, he could feel it clearly again.

——It is exactly the same as the breath of Dongjun. It feels like Dongjun is beside him, very close.

His heart beats faster.

Lin Xun was convinced that he could not fall asleep, and unless he changed rooms, he would continue this arrhythmia until the morning.

He grabbed the pointer and tried to use the cat to relieve his emotions-it turned out that because of lying on the pillow, the pointer was full of perfume.

He decisively dropped the pointer and placed it at the end of the bed.

The pointer “meowed” and leaned in again.

Lin Xun looked at it and was a liar.

The pretty little liar lay down on his chest as usual.

Lin Xun pulled its tail, looking at the night out of the window while pulling, while thinking wildly in his head.

I don't know how long I thought about it, the texture of the perfume gradually changed, it seems to transition to the back tone, and the faint gentleness is revealed in the light and cold.

In such a gentle aftertone, Lin Xun gradually became drowsy, and at a certain moment that could not be precisely defined, he fell asleep.

-Then, after not knowing how long, he woke up again.

The breath seemed to haunt the nose, he was gradually conscious, and his shoulders were sore, he found himself lying on the table and fell asleep.

He opened his eyes and saw at first glance a dark brown smooth wooden tabletop. The sunlight penetrated through the nearby window, and the tabletop was flowing with honey-like color. Looking further forward, there are rows of identical tables, shelves, and books full of books.

An idea came to his mind, oh, it was the school library, the corner of the library.

Few people here, at noon, it is empty.

There was a sound of soft tapping on the ear, and when he woke up, he stopped.

A voice sounded: "You slept for three hours."

Lin Xun replied: "I shouldn't sleep so late last night... headache."

"Go back to sleep?"

"No." He leaned back naturally, leaning almost on the man's shoulder.

The clear, cold breath was near.

Lin Xun did not turn to look at the man, but looked at the computer screen: "Have you written?"

There are many codes in the program compiler in the black matrix, which are very beautiful codes.

"It's written." The voices of the people around are very nice, like Songquan in the snowy mountains.

On the keyboard of the notebook, a pair of slender, beautiful hands lightly tapped a few times.

It's two program files, the same function, and the same algorithm framework. However, the code is written in two different styles, which are very good-looking, but it doesn't seem to be written by the same person.

The man opened the two documents, which were the templates for the final computer assignment to be submitted in this course. He copied the two programs into the two documents separately-and then began to fill in the documents.

The first document.

Student ID, a string of familiar numbers, name, Lin Xun.

save.

the second.

The student number is still a familiar string of numbers.

Name, Dongjun.

save.

Next, open the mailbox, send the two documents to the instructor's mailbox, and soon receive an automatic reply receipt.

Lin Xun smiled at the computer screen.

He said, "What to eat at noon?"

"I don't know." The man said: "What do you want to eat?"

"I don't know." Lin Xun reached out and operated the keyboard, and he easily called up another program: "A random one."

The random result is a hot pot restaurant.

"Don't eat this." Lin Xun continued random.

This time it turned out to be a Chinese restaurant.

"Don't eat it." Lin Xun was random again.

No more than sixteen or seven houses in a row, he heard the person who leaned on him lightly laughed.

Lin Xun: "."

The man said: "I'm coming."

Lin Xun: "Okay."

Life is alive, it is different from Europe, and a store where Lin Xun is willing to go to eat jumps out of the screen instantly.

Lin Xun: "I want this."

He responded with a faint voice: "Well."

Lin Xun closed the textbooks spread on the table and put the pens and papers. Next, as if subconsciously, he went to pull the hand of the man next to him.

The man took his hand back, and the other hand pressed the computer's sleep button.

The screen went off, turned black, and the screen turned off looked like a mirror, clearly showing the two of them.

Lin Xun turned his head to look at him.

Under the gentle halo, he saw a very familiar face, no one would have such a look.

But it seems to be different, a little younger than the outline in the memory, does not seem indifferent or alienated, the look in the eyes is very gentle.

They were very close, breathing together. For a time, silence was like tide.

Lin Xun's fingers gently scraped his palm.

The man tightened his fingers, then kissed like a dragonfly on the corner of his lips: "Go."

—— Lin Xun opened his eyes sharply and saw the ceiling of the bedroom.

After a while, he realized what was happening magically.

He sat up from the bed and pressed his eyebrows.

The little liar pointer seemed to be awakened by his movements, and in the dim, a pair of silent eyes stared at him.

Lin Xun stared at it and gradually recovered his sobriety.

He... dreamed of Dongjun.

He also used a random small program with Dongjun to draw lots to decide what to eat at noon-this was the method he used with Wang Jingan and Zhao Jian when he was in college.

Not only that, they seem to be at the same level and want to write the same end-of-period assignment, and Dongjun wrote two codes by himself, one of which was for him.

No, it's not just homework, it's more complicated than homework, he...

Lin Xun closed his eyes as if there were feathers brushing gently in his palm, and took a breath, not daring to recall.

The perfume in the room has completely faded away, and there is no trace, as if it was just a dream.