Don’t Talk To Me!

The bedroom suddenly dimmed.

The bedside lamp was on, leaving a faint light, and the warm yellow gleam wrapped around the moonlight flowing in from the window, quietly stirring together.

Yu Sheng was really sleepy, and he fell asleep shortly after lying down, and his breathing evened out a little.

Jin Linkun's heart rate finally dropped slightly to the normal range.

The quilt was indeed not small, and Yu Sheng took a side, most of it was on his side.

Jin Linkun picked up the pillow, lightly moved to bed, took a deep breath, opened it and moved it in.

He didn't lie down immediately, leaned on the pillow and sat on the head of the bed again for a long time, flipped out his phone, adjusted the screen to the darkest, and opened WeChat.

In the late night hot pot restaurant, Liang Yifan, who could not learn anything, was practicing whistling in pain, and the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly shook.

Pulled out, it was still the news that he was sent by God.

Jin Linkun: Are you there?

Liang Yifan was sitting upright, his thinking turned quickly.

These two people are obviously going to stay in the Sheng family tonight. Although no one in the seven groups knows the structure of the Sheng family, it does not prevent them from giving full play to their imagination.

"Kun God's news?" Xia Junhua came together excitedly, his imagination soaring: "At this time-is Kun Kun beaten by Brother Sheng again, and was blasted out of the house?"

Ding Zhengjiao was very dissatisfied with his gloating, "How is it possible? At most, there is no room at Sheng Ge's house, so Kun Shen sleeps on the sofa. Kun Shen does not know how to sleep."

"Maybe it's Kun Shen who wants to take a night to slip into Shengge's bedroom to explore!"

Cen Ruixing rubbed his hands, "Go back quickly and see what Brother Sheng needs us to help! Although we are also completely inexperienced, we have a rich imagination..."

The voice fell, and the news on the other side had been sent again.

Jin Linkun: We are lying on a bed now, covered with a quilt.

Cen Rui: "..."

Ding Zhengjiao: "..."

Seven students with rich imagination: "..."

Liang Yifan knows more, staring at the line of words and studying it several times, replying a little anxiously: So... Are you still unsatisfied?

Jin Linkun's news came out after a while: no.

Jin Linkun: Is there a similar strategy?

Liang Yifan was embarrassed: what strategy?

Jin Linkun: For example, if I accidentally fell asleep in a roommate's bed, how would I survive the next day?

After the hot pot restaurant was quiet for a while, Cen Rui took the lead to react and turned to escape while doing eye exercises.

A group of people took it seriously, abandoned classmate Liang Yifan, and disbanded on the spot without loyalty.

...

Jin Linkun waited for a while on the phone, but failed to wait for any useful information. He put down the phone and propped his head over the side of the bed.

The bedroom was very quiet, Yu Sheng was sleeping soundly, his face buried in a pillow.

Normally, he was extremely stiff, and he seemed inexplicably asleep when he fell asleep. The sharpness of the whole person softened.

Jin Linkun couldn't help but stretch his hand, trying to touch his hair.

The freshly dried hair still had a slight coolness, Jin Linkun touched it gently, just about to raise his hand, Yu Sheng suddenly moved.

The sleepy teenager turned around, rubbing his palm over his head and leaning in along the breath of temperature.

Jin Linkun stopped and breathed out unconsciously.

He still can't forget the picture.

Yu Sheng once told him about a stomachache, so stubborn, shining and arrogant boy, how long did he stand in place, and how long did he live like this.

Such an empty home.

He actually knew that Yu Sheng didn't mind anymore. The boy is still so proud that he can't sympathize with charity. A person can live well and do everything, and do everything neatly.

But... he still wanted to hug him.

Hold it for a while, and then let go after holding it. Keep your hands close to the seams of your pants and straighten the bed.

Jin Linkun sat for a while, slowly leaned down, embraced Yu Sheng circle into his arms, and hugged him quietly.

Preparing to withdraw his hand, the person in his arms also felt the touch around him, raised his arm, and directly caught him with his backhand.

Jin Linkun: "..."

This development was unexpected by him.

Jin Linkun tentatively moved and gently patted his arm: "Yu Sheng?"

Yu Sheng didn't wake up at all, just fell asleep and used to grab things in his arms, moved his arm, and still slept quite deeply.

The young boy closed his eyes, his eyebrows twisted slightly, and there was a bit of stubborn force on his arm that he refused to let go.

Jin Linkun didn't want to break his arm and lay in a breath for a while, still holding the cover of his shoulders and closing his eyes.

Two hours later, Jin Linkun, who was still unable to fall asleep, touched the phone and glanced at the suggestion from Liang Yifan, "Pay attention to all hints that may have special meaning."

… Now I want to think, the pile of pillows on the sofa with different shapes may be a hint.

Without predicting the current development through this detail, he cannot blame what his roommate was holding.

Jin Linkun thanked him back, put down his phone and closed his eyes.

The juvenile's tough body was attached to his chest, his short hair rubbing against his neck, a little itchy, and a gentle airflow rubbed his skin and melted into the air.

He unconsciously dried his throat, barely adjusted his breathing, and really didn't know what to think, and blindly rereaded the music sheet that Sheng changed in his mind.

The complicated mental process in the middle of the night left Jin Linkun unable to get up directly the next morning.

Yu Sheng opened his eyes and was shocked by the scene that was not well explained.

It seemed that the two didn't need the second pillow. He was resting on Jin Linkun's shoulders, one hand was tied to his waist, and Jin Linkun's arm was resting on his back, and he was still awake.

Sensing that he was moving, the other party was still skillfully pulling the quilt, and he dragged it smoothly on his shoulder.

Yu Sheng lay down for a while, thinking carefully about who to beat.

A big living person in his arms suddenly sat up. Jin Linkun couldn't sleep anymore, even though he was sleepy, barely overcame his deep sleep and opened his eyes.

He was still lying, opened his eyes for a while, and met Yu Sheng's eyes.

Last night's memories came to mind.

...

"Be careful--"

Yu Sheng was taken aback by him and grabbed one of them and hit the person under the bed: "As for what did you do last night?"

Jin Linkun didn't do anything last night, that is, when the pillow for one night was too numb, he originally wanted to sit up and explain it, and he almost turned down as soon as he tried his best.

But he still didn't know how to explain it, his throat moved, and Yu Sheng was sitting firmly: "Friend..."

Friends don't seem to want to hear him explain: "Shut up."

Jin Linkun shut his mouth in a good manner,

"Be small."

As soon as Yu Sheng came back to God, he wanted to understand what was happening to his arm, avoiding the piece that had been pressed by himself, and pulling the person back into the quilt: "Sleep you, I'll buy breakfast."

Jin Linkun felt that it was necessary to participate in this kind of activity, trying to sit up: "I am not sleepy, I will accompany you--"

His words suddenly stopped in the cool touch of the covered eyelids, and stopped, and the throat moved: "Yu Sheng...?"

Yu Sheng touched two of them, determined that it wasn't the dark circles he drew with an eye shadow pen, etc., pulled the pillow and pressed the person in.

He has been learning things very fast. At this time, he has understood Jin Linkun's movements, and he tugged in the corner with a bit of rudeness.

Jin Linkun opened his mouth, smiled, and said nothing.

Yu Sheng wrapped people into dumplings and was about to wash his face sober, his wrists were suddenly gripped gently: "Yu Sheng."

He called it seriously, Yu Sheng frowned and turned back: "Why?"

Jin Linkun stretched his arms halfway up: "Sit down and sit down."

Yu Sheng only sat down, and the arm circled his shoulders and gently folded.

Jin Linkun was ready to be thrown off by a shoulder, but the person in his arms just stretched his body very stiffly, his breathing stopped, and his shoulders were flat.

The young boy's shoulder blades were thin and hard, and he didn't know how to relax.

Jin Linkun's heart seemed to jump with him, and he took a light breath, lowered his voice, and rubbed his neck: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Yu Sheng pursed his lips and his throat moved.

...Not so good.

He doesn't know what's going on. He usually sleeps in bed for an hour or two, unless he hasn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights, the chance of getting on the pillow is almost rare.

Especially yesterday I also turned over the sheet music.

The pictures from small to large are stored in the memory, and from time to time, because of which switch it encounters, it can pop up and put small movies around in the mind.

He had been prepared for those nights that were all broken things, but he slept abnormally well all night and didn't even have an extra dream.

Yu Shengzhan didn't want to speak, Jin Linkun held him with one hand, almost guessed the meaning for a while.

He climbed well and studied carefully for a while, his lips could not help raising, patting the shoulder on his head: "Then you boast me."

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun didn't wait for the roommate's praise. He was screwed on his arm and laid on a bed that was so soft that it could bounce, and he was wrapped in dumplings again.

The community prohibits the sale of stalls, and not many takeaways in the morning. Yu Sheng went a long way out, bought two copies of tofu brain, and came back with a bag of buns.

There was a morning market outside, Yu Sheng bought a la carte, and stood for a while in front of a small convenience store.

Severely unconscious last night, Jin Linkun closed his eyes again, and when he opened it, it was almost noon.

Yu Sheng has already eaten breakfast and is continuing to modify the score. His portion was placed on the table earlier, covered with a heat preservation box, and two jars of Wangzi milk were placed on the side.

In fact, Yu Sheng also had a jar in his hand, inserted a straw, and drank one bite without a bite, turning the pen carelessly between his fingers.

It was a pity that when he went out, the people at the table immediately snapped the pen vigilantly, drank the last few sips of milk, and threw the red tin can into the trash can.

...

His roommate is so cute.

Jin Linkun rubbed the tip of his nose, cooperatively regained his half dream and half awake state, bypassed the living room, said hello, and yawned to wash.

He vaguely felt that the frequency of this idea seems to be getting higher and higher recently.

Having eaten the steamed bun tofu brain that I don’t know is breakfast or lunch, the two went out together, just found a house piano, and simply practiced the piano.

Yu Sheng's skills are all in. Although he hasn't touched the piano in the past three years, the speed of picking it up is faster than Jin Linkun expected.

When he plays the piano, he will look more relaxed than usual, his thin and clean ten fingers jumping on the black and white keys, his eyebrows lowered slightly, and he seems to be focused and gentle.

Jin Linkun stood by, watching him play the piano seriously, and by the way, politely helped to dissuade several girls who tried to get up to WeChat with "My roommate only learns".

Yu Sheng tried it for half an hour, walked through the composed piece, rubbed his wrist and got up: "No, I have to practice again...what about them?"

Jin Linkun handed him the water and coughed a little: "They?"

"Aren't you waiting to play the piano?"

Yu Sheng just saw several girls coming over, thinking that he was waiting in line behind to test the piano, and then he deliberately accelerated the speed. Unexpectedly, now they are all gone: "Can't wait?"

"..." Jin Linkun couldn't help laughing and rubbed his head: "Yeah, I can't wait to go first."

The man rubbed his head more and more skillfully, Yu Sheng couldn't help frowning, and opened the hand: "Then you don't hurry to practice, what should they do when they come back later?"

Jin Linkun opened his mouth, was pulled by him, and hurriedly hurriedly sat down in front of the piano. With a matching smile, he sat upright and pressed the keys.

He played the organ for a long time, and many movements required temporary adjustments.

Yu Sheng held his arms and supervised on one side. From time to time, he stretched his hands to correct the posture of pressing the chords, so as to give himself room to not be pushed down by his elbow.

The controls of the two are not weak, and soon they have been together. Yu Sheng bent down and was about to try to join him for a while, and someone happened to come over: "Excuse me, can I try this piano--"

The piano shown by Qin Xing could be played by anyone at first. Yu Sheng didn't know him and got up to let the place, but found that either Jin Linkun or the coming person seemed a bit wrong.

Also coming was a tall, slender student about the size of them, wearing glasses, eyes dodged on Jin Linkun, fearless guilty that could not be concealed under his eyes: "Brother, how are you--"

He glanced at the file bag on the side of the piano stool, and at the sight of the summer camp logo above, his face was a little pale: "You... haven't got the college entrance exam yet?"

Jin Linkun didn't move, his hands laid down, fell on the keys, and didn't speak.

The tall, thin boy swallowed and sipped, took two steps back, turned around hurriedly, apologizing, and ran away without looking back.

The piano sound stopped for a while, Yu Sheng frowned, bowed his head: "You--"

"It's okay." Jin Linkun smiled, interrupted his words, and looked up, "Come on, try playing for a while."

Yu Sheng pursed his lips, did not speak, bent over from behind him, and dropped one hand on the keyboard.

Jin Linkun pressed the first chord.

For the first time, it is destined to be impossible to directly tacitly eject the finished product. Jin Linkun is accustomed to double-row keys, and the area that can be played suddenly halves and then halves, often failing to respond, and accidentally hit Yu Sheng's hand.

The roommate, who had no patience to correct his chords, suddenly silenced and cooperated perfectly, circumvented his arm securely and skillfully with one hand, and played his part of meticulously with care.

Jin Linkun unconsciously walked away, and had progressed to the next page before remembering that there was a left-hand chord too late to play, subconsciously said: "Sorry -"

The sound of chords pressed his voice.

Yu Sheng had always been standing with his right hand behind him, and his left hand suddenly added to make up the chord.

"Sorry for a fart, I'm staring."

The young man's voice rang from behind him, clear and clean, with a little bit of usual impatience: "What's missing, can I just make it up for you?"