Don’t Talk To Me!

Having said that, running and helping to hit the chord, it turned out to be Yu Sheng.

Jin Linkun pressed the piano keys and wanted to ask if the piano's four-handed combination should sit on the piano bench with two people. When it came to his mouth, he could not tell.

The man behind was moving neatly, arms crossed him from behind, pressing down slightly, and his chest attached to his shoulder with the movement.

Stable and solid strength, covering him firmly, his heartbeat was constant, and fell on his back.

Jin Linkun handed the keynote to Yu Sheng, took the chord, and raised his hand to turn a page.

It’s not strange to meet classmates here. The last high school grade just finished the college entrance examination. Now is the time to relax. Except for those traveling, the rest are probably outside.

Just missed the one-year college entrance examination, which year of his examination, what should worry about is that others are not him, there is nothing to care about.

Maybe it's just... It's been a long time since I was called that way.

Not used to it.

The force behind was still stable. Jin Linkun sat up slightly and leaned back slightly: "What is missing-do you have to make up for it?"

"Make up." Yu Sheng intently picked up the chord he missed, resisting the urge to pull him to kneel to Chopin, "What is missing?"

Jin Linkun opened his mouth and said nothing.

...Somehow I might be beaten.

The piano is still expensive after all.

Jin Linkun mentally calculated the price of the piano and the compensation required in case of damage. He accidentally read the score and dropped his hand on the chord of Yu Sheng.

Before he could withdraw, Yu Sheng's left hand had fallen precisely without looking.

Seeing that it was about to be beaten by a roommate to train chords, Jin Linkun's clever move, his palm turned over and took hold of that hand directly.

...

When limping and following the roommate out of the piano, Jin Linkun was still thinking about why the piano bench of the piano was so slippery.

And why did his roommate kick the piano stool so skillfully.

Yu Sheng bought a pillow by the way, took Jin Linkun and the pillow back home, threw it into the sofa together, and turned out the children's puzzle electric piano into his arms.

Asking myself, Jin Linkun felt that in addition to being distracted, his technical level had not fallen to this level. He could not help but looked up holding the keyboard: "Friend, I think I have grown up..."

Yu Sheng did not give him a face: "You find a five-year-old, and ask him under what circumstances he needs to turn his hand over to play the piano."

"..." Jin Linkun rubbed the tip of his nose, turned on the keyboard switch, and Ding Ding Dong Dong pressed a few times.

There is still a jug of sweet juicy red jug milk left in the refrigerator and covered with a thin layer of water vapor when taken out.

Seeing a jug of milk hitting it face-to-face with precision positioning, Jin Linkun guarded the small electronic piano and raised his hand in time to catch: "Are you going to take out?"

"Uncertain." Yu Sheng took out the food he bought, and simply picked, "I will make it."

Jin Linkun was turning around in a can, and he raised his head after hearing the words, and the milk in his hand shook.

"If you sprinkle it on the carpet, you will clean it up and then go away."

Yu Sheng looked at the Sixth Road, warned in advance, and carried the vegetables to the kitchen: "No help, just help yourself and eat what you make."

Jin Linkun, who had just stood up, was ruthlessly pressed to extinguish his enthusiasm, a bit regretful: "Is it really so cruel? I think I can actually cook...

Yu Sheng ignored him and simply picked a few dishes and threw them into the sink to prepare for washing.

Jin Linkun couldn't help himself, so he turned and followed him into the kitchen.

"Washing the vegetables for you, this will not delay."

Jin Linkun quickly found a job suitable for him, unbuttoned his cuffs, and rolled it up in twos and twos: "I want to learn too, give you a start."

Yu Sheng actually doesn't like cooking. When there is an aunt, she will give whatever she wants to eat. One person orders takeout and doesn't know what is going on.

Looking at him happily walking around, Yu Sheng still didn't bombard people, simply explained how he cleaned up and beat the eggs himself.

Jin Linkun is indeed not a whim, and is studying very seriously.

Whatever he does, he is very obvious, and he is very bluffing when he is washing vegetables. The cuffs were pulled to the elbows, the wrist bones were clear, and the long fingers were intently playing with the vegetables in his hands, as if this was also a very important thing.

"Learn what to do." Yu Sheng didn't think he needed anything to cook for himself, so he pulled an apron over and put it on him. The tether tied a knot behind him.

Jin Linkun honestly cooperated with him, and the eyes behind the lens were bent, a serious one: "I can't just keep you busy, I will do it for you when I turn back--"

"..." Yu Sheng blocked him with a rice spoon: "No, I won't eat anymore."

He didn't even think about it until now. He was so confused before he could drink that pot of porridge.

At the time the shadow was too deep, Jin Linkun tried to make persistent efforts and was strictly restrained by Yu Sheng beyond one meter from the edge of the stove.

"Don't move, I bought the ingredients for a meal."

Yu Sheng touched his pocket, found a lump of sugar, peeled it and stuffed it into his mouth: "You can help me if you can stand here."

Jin Linkun opened his mouth and tried to speak, but his lips touched his finger.

Gently rubbed, a little cold, with a light toffee aroma.

Yu Sheng is very busy and has turned back to the stove, raising his hand to turn on the cooker hood.

The oil was already hot, the egg liquid was poured in, and there was a smell of fragrance.

Jin Linkun raised his hand, gently touched the lower lip, and raised his head.

Yu Sheng's apron is a style, dark brown without any decoration, simple and almost cold.

The young man wore an apron like him, his movements were neat and crisp, and he skillfully roasted the ingredients in the pot, and the bright aroma followed and could not stop overflowing.

Jin Linkun stood for a while and picked up his mobile phone.

Liang Yifan, who was far away from the summer camp, was forced to learn whistle for a day, exhausted from body and mind, hungry and waiting in the activity room for meal delivery, and received news from him.

Jin Linkun: My roommate is cooking.

Liang Yifan: Brother Sheng can actually cook! !

Liang Yifan: Is it delicious? Is it the level where you can lie down and eat together when you go out to camp together?

Liang Yifan: Do you need any cheats this time?

Liang Yifan: Kun God? Are you ok? ?

Jin Linkun: All right.

Liang Yifan: ...?

Jin Linkun: No, just tell you.

Liang Yifan:? ?

Jin Linkun: [Picture] [Picture]

Liang Yifan:? ? ?

Sitting in the activity room, Liang Yifan looked at the last two high-resolution original photos of the dinner from his phone, and fell into deep contemplation.

Yu Sheng didn't make much complicated dishes, two dishes and one soup, steaming rice, the two of them just finished the last soup base.

Taking advantage of the roommate's short-term difficulties, Jin Linkun finally found the opportunity, rushed to wash the dishes, and carefully took them one by one on the drain shelf.

With something in his stomach, he was easily sleepy. Yu Sheng leaned on the sofa, watched a cartoon that was successfully tuned out on TV for a while, and looked sideways at the figure in the kitchen who was intently washing dishes.

When he first met Jin Linkun, he felt that this person was terribly annoying. The thing that disappointed him most was the casual and unpretentious stance of the other party.

I don't know when to start. When this person is by his side, he starts to look extra serious.

Whether it will or not, the icing on the cake is still self-defeating. Every corner around him seemed to be squeezed in by another shadow, and took a small and serious position seriously.

The piece that has been empty for a long time, so imperceptibly, was quietly filled with Dangdang.

Yu Sheng sinks into the sofa, pulls a blanket forcibly on his body, and closes his eyes.

Before going to sleep, Yu Sheng prepared for a rainy day, and put a whole row of pillows in the middle of the bed before lying down.

I took two days off, and I had to go back to report the next morning.

Early the next morning, Jin Linkun, who had not slept for two days, was led by a roommate on the bus and took a nap all the way. He woke up briefly in the middle of two reversals, and successfully returned to the summer camp with his eyes closed.

"Kun God... Is it too hard to practice the piano?"

Ding Zhengjiao looked at Jin Linkun, who was tucked into the corner of the activity room, and was a little worried. He overwhelmed Liang Yifan: "Do you want to let Kunshen go back to rest first?"

Liang Yifan also received two pieces of news in the middle of the night. He didn't sleep well and yawned: "No, God is thinking about problems and can't sleep at night."

Cen Rui is not very memorable and can't help but wonder: "What's the problem?"

"How can I accidentally knock Wang Zi's milk over the roommate's carpet without pretentiousness."

Liang Yifan finally found another person who was willing to listen, dragged him, turned over his mobile phone and recounted in detail: "And how to persuade the roommate to give up the pillow while still retaining the roommate's good habit of sleeping and hugging the pillow."

"..."

After a few days of rehearsal, the seven groups of students who worked together to help the two big brothers for two days of vacation quickly discovered that the relationship between the two people seemed to have changed dramatically in these two days.

Kunshen has not been very energetic in recent days. The rehearsal occasionally dozes off, and the odds of distracting are also significantly increased than before. Several times, he helped tune the instrument, and when he tuned it, he stopped consciously. local.

Actually, Yu Sheng has never been picked up and beaten by strict strict meticulous.

Not only did he not beat, Yu Sheng even began to turn a blind eye to the roommate's occasional misunderstanding, and occasionally could not see it anymore. He would also directly take over his key position and play the main melody alone to help the accompaniment.

"I feel a little uncomfortable."

Xia Junhua: "Brother Sheng hasn't beaten God for two days. Our life seems to be missing something."

Cen Rui: "And the enthusiasm of God is so high that I am scared, so I still come to rehearse with us every day. Save me, do you know why God is so passionate suddenly?"

"I have changed the name of WeChat, and I now call the network to meet each other to be a fate."

Liang Yifan's cheeks hurt, rubbing his face vaguely: "The reason is more complicated. In simple terms, it is that the gods worry that our group of demons will not help Shengge to exert his strength."

"..."

The chat corner was quiet, and Cen Rui, who was in charge of shaking the sand hammer, rubbed his knees: "Then I think it makes sense for Kun Shen to worry."

"It's not me who blows." Xia Junhua added, "We can probably suppress that Brother Sheng can't exert his strength."

The summer camp includes the top 100 of each city in the province, and in fact there are not many talented top students.

However, as a major province for college entrance examinations, there is another example of such a big devil-level school in Lao Wan’s alma mater H. All schools are learning from the dead. The students who can breathe and learn art are not as many as other provinces.

The luck of the seven groups is very unique. In addition to the two big guys supporting the scene, the deputy leader Kong Jiahe’s erhu is doing well, and the remaining ones with art expertise are not divided. .

Think of Yu Sheng's four seats when he came back on the first day, but he was still very dissatisfied. Meifeng locked up and found a piano room to practice all day, and the seven groups of students were under heavy pressure.

"Oh, let's talk about Brother Sheng's strength-did you watch the forum?"

Xia Junhua suddenly thought of it, and took out his mobile phone: "The two days have been very lively. I saved that post last time, and I haven't had time to read it."

"Look, at the beginning, it was a stupid provocation called Song Heming, saying that our brother Sheng is a summer camp mixed in, not playing piano."

Cen Rui was also reminded by him: "As a result, he played a paragraph himself, and it started to be played by many people. Later, he came out with a senior ninth grade. He directly said that he had a dazzling emotional feeling throughout the journey, and the overall completion was low. I also asked him if he needed to find a professional expert to listen to it, and then he didn't move..."

Dong Jue doesn't care much about these gossips. He can't help feeling when he listens to them: "Nine, how can I get to this level?"

The circle **** trash forum has become more and more perfect under continuous construction, and the account upgrade is directly linked to the quality of the speech. There are a lot of unsolved problems in the learning sections of various university subjects. The more thanks and praises you get from the high-quality answers, the faster the upgrade.

In this upgrade mode, the gold content of Grade 9 is extremely high, and it comes with bold gold-plated special effects as soon as it appears, often playing a decisive role in various disputes.

Since the establishment of the forum, only seven nine ranks have been born, and each of them has worked hard to accumulate a lot of high-quality answers in the section where they are good at.

What is the origin of the eighth ninth level named "WSYZKA" this time has also aroused many people's curiosity.

Cen Rui has been paying attention to this gossip, and also used his 13 trumpets to take turns and scolded Song Heming. Because of excessive language, he was blocked by twelve trumpets. He was very impressed.

"That number nine is also amazing. It appeared late at night. Within three days, it answered all the unanswered questions in each sector. It was also very detailed. The praises soared all the way."

Looking back now, Cen Rui couldn't help but feel fascinated: "More than two thousand points in an hour, the score is mad, and the momentum is like a bamboo jump to the ninth level, directly drop the wheat, Juku..."

There were not many contestants who could answer questions comprehensively across the arts and sciences. He couldn't help being curious and tried to ask too much about Sheng Sheng's account.

It turned out that the other party not only didn't pay attention to this matter, not even the forum, but now it is only a first-level member, and it was just enough money to register two days ago.

"So—" Xia Junhua opened his mouth and hesitated a little. "No? Don't Kun God seem to be such a nosy person..."

Cen Rui was noncommittal and raised his eyebrows inexplicably.

Under the cover of the instrument, Liang Yifan looked at the two people at the piano by the probe.

It's time for a break. Jin Linkun accompanied Sheng to practice the piano. The four-handed play became a second-hand. The shoulder under the black shirt wobbled and was surrounded by the arm exposed by the T-shirt in time.

"Can insomnia be like this?" Yu Sheng helped him and couldn't help frowning: "Do you need me to throw you on the bed tonight?"

"Friend, I think we can change the way of understanding."

Jin Linkun woke up when he was helped, touched the tip of his nose, and coughed a little: "For example-from frugality to extravagance is easy, from extravagance to frugality is difficult. I am used to a bigger bed, so I am not very used to dorm... "

Yu Sheng covered his mouth with ease, and did not continue to practice, put the piano cover down: "Go back to sleep or sleep on your stomach?"

Jin Linkun smiled and fell on the piano cover in coordination.

He lowered his head and was about to bury his arm. He was pulled by Yu Sheng's collar and took off his glasses.

Jin Linkun lay on the piano cover and slept peacefully for a while.

Yu Sheng sat next to him, read a book, stood up, tightened the curtains, and came over to make a gesture to the crowd, indicating that the voice of the chat was slightly softer.

Liang Yifan looked at the glasses held in Yu Sheng's hands and patted Xia Junhua's small brain melon meaningfully: "Don't worry, you will understand when you grow up."