When Liang Yifan, as a representative of Group 7 came in to convey the sincere greetings of Group 7 to KunShen, Jin Linkun was playing the child’s educational electronic piano.
KunShen was very calm, tapping the mini-keyboard with one hand, and sending a message to the seven groups of students who were looking forward to it with the other hand: everything is going well, we are practising the piano.
The entire Group 7 breathed a sigh of relief.
“See, they must have been practising the piano.”
Team leader Ding Zhengjiao was very happy, and educated the group members: “Sheng-ge and Kunshen are both professionals, and they will not disappoint us.”
“They must be very handsome.” Cen Rui couldn’t help imagining the appearance of the two big shots playing the piano, “The two of them are sitting in front of the piano, cooperating with each other tacitly, four hands flying across the keys…”
Xia Junhua agreed: “I guess it’s still a grand piano, the pure white one.”
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Everyone was chattering, their imagination complemented one anothers, and quickly spelled out a beautiful picture in everyone’s mind.
The group of people were about to go back to their beds peacefully, when Liang Yifan suddenly jumped up again: “Come back, come back, it’s not over yet!”
“KunShen’s talkative appearance that day reminded me of the day his WeChat account was stolen.”
Cen Rui couldn’t help feeling emotional, and moved Liang Yifan’s legs away: “What happened again? Let us help you ask for one more day off?”
Although Group 7 have basically added Jin Linkun’s WeChat recently, few dare to send messages, and most of the chat groups are only used to upload various “how to live in harmony with roommates”, “top ten hotels around N University”, Cheats like “How to take my roommate out to dinner after my roommate beat me up again” were all the topics sent as a form of repayment.*
*(for KunShen to tutor them)
Jin Linkun doesn’t reply to messages very often, usually as long as it shows that the document has been received, the conversation is over, but this time he actually replied with the second sentence.
Liang Yifan glanced at the phone and shook his head: “Asking us how the preparations are going and to urge us to perform well.”
This question was a bit serious, and their intense discussion these few days was largely fruitless. Group 7 who studied for the whole night looked at each other in blank dismay, and suddenly felt a sense of urgency that their homework was being checked.
It’s not that they don’t care, it’s really that a group of academic students who concentrate on working hard on weekdays are not good at this aspect. It is not easy to have artistic expertise. Even counting whistles and triangular iron shakers, only more than half of them can successfully make it to the stage.
And this is all without considering whether at the time they go up on stage, there will be a group of demons dancing wildly or being silent after taking the stage.
Ability is really limited, Ding Zhengjiao is also very nervous: “Just tell KunShen—that we are already making intensive preparations, and we must not hold him and Sheng-ge back…”
Liang Yifan sat upright with his phone in his hands, and quickly typed on the keyboard to reply, but the message from the other end had already jumped out first.
Jin Linkun: Prepare well, if you need any help, you can come to me.
Jin Linkun: Keep up the good work.
“…”
The dormitory was quiet for a while, Liang Yifan carefully read the previous message, and confirmed: “His account is not hacked.”
Cen Rui scratched his ears: “What should I do? KunShen is about to personally go to the battle to help us in person, and it actually rekindled my fighting spirit…Will I get beaten if I play the harmonica in the toilet in the middle of the night?”*
*(asking if his dorm instructors will kill him if he plays instruments in the middle of the night in the toilet as practise lmaooo)
“No, we can’t. Definitely.”
Ding Zhengjiao interrupted his thoughts in time, thought carefully, and gritted his teeth: “Let’s arrange for KunShen and Sheng-ge to rehearse the day after tomorrow, I will borrow the classroom for practice tomorrow.”
Liang Yifan agreed, and bowed his head to reply to the message: “What about us? What did we come up with… decide it after waking up tomorrow?”
“You are still thinking of sleeping tonight.”
Xia Junhua helped the group leader answer his question concisely, and picked him up by the arm: “Come here quickly, at least learn how to whistle, otherwise why would you have the nerve to explain to KunShen and the others later…”
Group 7 once again ignited their fighting spirit, flipped over the wall, and gathered in a small hot pot restaurant in the night market.
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Jin Linkun put down his phone, reopened the music book, and looked at the photo.
It seems that it should be the ensemble of Chinese and Western instruments that Yu Sheng mentioned.
There were all kinds of musical instruments in a mess on the stage. A group of middle and high school students held bouquets and happily accepted the congratulations. The certificate and trophy of the best performance award were placed on the piano next to the stage.
The short boy sat on the chair, his legs couldn’t reach the ground, his facial features were soft and delicate, much more childish than now.
With one hand resting on the piano, the back of the shoulders straightened and the lower jaw raised slightly, his face was extremely serious.
It only occupied a small corner of the screen, but no matter who looked at it, they would notice him at first sight.
Jin Linkun took a deep breath and raised his hand to rub the tip of his nose.
How did his roommate…
How can he be so cute?
He had a premonition that once Yu Sheng knew that he saw the photo of him when he was a child, he would not live to see the consequences. Jin Linkun stared at the photo for a long time, having an internal struggle with himself before Yu Sheng went to take a bath, and took out his mobile phone to quickly snap a picture of it.
There was a sound in the bathroom behind him, and Jin Linkun immediately closed the music book and turned around.
No one came out, probably Yu Sheng just dropped something.
Jin Linkun breathed a sigh of relief, put away his phone, raised his head, and looked back at the trophy certificates that had been sealed for a long time.
They are all certificates above the municipal level and provincial level, and there are several high-standard theatrical performances. The piano score has reached the performance level, and there are marks from the original piano practice on it.
But these things have been sealed up, and they have been left accumulating dust for a long time.
In the group photo just now, other people have their parents come to the stage to send flowers, and the family gathered together happily, and you can feel how lively it is through the photo.
Only the boy on the piano bench is himself.
Obviously won the highest prestige award.
Obviously won the most shiny award.
Jin Linkun subconsciously stroked the cover of the book, and patted it lightly twice.
His roommate had been separated for so many years, and it was rare for him to be on stage again. No matter what, he had to make everyone else perform better.
After tidying up his things and his body was covered in dust, Yu Sheng couldn’t hold back and took a shower, wrapped in a towel as he came out. He first heard the intermittent sound of the electronic organ coming from the sofa in the living room.
“Like it so much?” Yu Sheng just wanted to tease him just now, but Jin Linkun actually cooperated. Yu Sheng reached over and brushed his hair, “I’ll give it to you then but you are not allowed to play in the dormitory.”
Jin Linkun was leaning on the sofa, with a stack of books on his knees, and was revising the music score while trying out the sound with the electronic piano. Hearing that, he said in a frankly, “To be honest, I suddenly feel that it’s quite—”
He raised his head, just halfway through his speech, he opened his mouth, and suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.
Yu Sheng had casually put on a worn out T-shirt, with a towel on his shoulders, and was bending down to read what he wrote.
The hair near the ends was still a bit damp, and the normally untamed hair hung down and stuck to his forehead obediently, making him look a little younger than usual.
The neckline of the t-shirt was already a little loose. From this angle, you can see the delicate collarbone. The young man’s adam’s apple is sharp and clear. A slight stretch of the shoulder and neck line can reveal the vague and smooth outline of the muscles and bones.
The temperature of the air conditioner at home is just right, and it can be dried after a short stroll. Yu Sheng was too lazy to dry it too much, brushed his hair twice and then ignored it, looking down at the pencil marks on the music sheet.
“Here, the arpeggio doesn’t work, there will be fights.”
Yu Sheng didn’t intend to use his left hand to push Jin Linkun’s right hand off the piano keys, he pressed his shoulders down to read the music, head bowed, not aware that something was wrong with him: “What is it?”
Jin Linkun’s adam’s apple twitched slightly, trying his best to restrain the sudden thought of raising his hand to wipe his hair: “Very…cute.”
“…” Yu Sheng took a closer look at the cartoon-shaped electronic organ: “This?”
He didn’t expect that his roommate’s aesthetics turned out to be so full of innocence and childishness.
Jin Linkun himself didn’t quite know what he was talking about, so he cleared his throat and crossed out the arpeggio: “Did you take a shower? Is it cold?”
“It’s not cold. There’s still water, you can take a shower later.”
Yu Sheng leaned on his shoulder, lowered his head to read the score below, and couldn’t help it: “You — Have you always been practising piano in church?”
“Ah.” Jin Linkun was still a little dazed, subconsciously agreed, “What’s wrong?”
Yu Sheng: “This is a song about love. The chords you added are so sacred that the two of them will ascend to the heavens right away.”
“…”
The aftereffects of the organ were so serious that Jin Linkun was forced to quit his work as an chord arranger and was forced to take a bath by Yu Sheng.
Not knowing why, as soon as his mind became blank, the movement of the young man bending down in the light, pressing his shoulders and looking at the music score together suddenly became very clear.
Together with the faint temperature seeping through his clothes, the smell of shampoo from the clean ends of the hair, the fresh water vapour, and the faint air he breathed out that brushes past his ear when talking, reminding him to pay more attention to the details.
Not knowing what had caused the switch but the normally normal actions and presence, it seems to have begun to be endowed with a new meaning.
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Jin Linkun stood under the shower, closed his eyes, and switched the knob to cold water for a while.
After taking a shower, Yu Sheng’s has already finished the final version of the music score..
It’s getting late, and Yu Sheng has been sleepy for a while after a lot of moving on the road today. Seeing him come out, he rubbed his eyes and yawned, then threw away the music scores and the book together: “Sleep?”
“Go to sleep, it’s getting late.”
Jin Linkun had just slept on the road, and he was quite energetic at the moment, so he helped him pack up together: “I’ll practise again, piano keyboard and organ keyboard are quite different, I have to get used to it.”
Yu Sheng was so sleepy that he stayed up until now in order to wait for him, and looked up at the time: “There’s no rush, go to bed first.”
It’s the opposite of most people’s wake-up mood. When Yu Sheng is very sleepy, he is always surprisingly easy to talk to, and his tone is inexplicably gentler than usual.
Jin Linkun took another look at his still wet hair, finally couldn’t hold back, took a towel and wiped it for him: “Go to bed first, just give me a quilt—”
“No extra quilt.”
Yu Sheng had thrown the other set of quilts and pillows in the school dormitory. This time he left in a hurry, and before he had time to clean them up, he just spread a layer of plastic cloth to prevent dust: “Just one set, live with it.”
Jin Linkun: “…”
He wiped his hair a little too slowly, Yu Sheng took his towel and helped him wipe the part that was not dry, and rubbed against it twice: “It’s big enough, a double bed.”
Jin Linkun: “…”
Yu Sheng finally realised that something was wrong with him: “?”
“Am I–“
Jin Linkun cleared his throat, feeling that the temporomandibular joint* seemed a little out of control: “Am I not sleeping on the sofa?”
*(I’m not a medical student I swear, the author is.)
“…” Yu Sheng hadn’t considered this alternative yet, and looked down at the sofa carefully: “Is it comfortable?”
“Maybe not very comfortable.” Jin Linkun coughed lightly, “But—”
Yu Sheng didn’t let him, but picked up a pillow casually, patted the top of his head, and pulled his arm: “Then forget it, hurry up, we have to go out to find the piano room tomorrow.”
After a moment of distraction, Jin Linkun had already been dragged forward by him two steps.
Yu Sheng dragged him away with inexplicable difficulty, stood still and turned around, his brows furrowed impatiently: “Are you going to sleep or not?”
Jin Linkun raised his head.
The young man in front of him was too sleepy to open his eyes, his eyelashes drooped a little, he was holding the pillow with one hand, his sleeve was in his right hand, and his pale lips were pursed into a line.
Jin Linkun: “…sleep.”
He grabbed the phone, and without waiting for a response, Yu Sheng had already dragged him into the bedroom.
The decoration of the bedroom is simpler than that of the living room. A bed occupies almost three-quarters of the room. There is a table next to the bed. On the table are computer earphones and a few mechanical keyboards.
Jin Linkun sat down close to the edge of the bed, watched Yu Sheng skillfully make it to the bed with half-closed eyes, he became a little hesitant to wake up his roommate, to let him confirm tonight’s arrangement again.
“Use this as the pillow.”
Yu Sheng’s arrangement was quite clear. After making the bed, he threw the pillow over: “I’ll buy a pillow when I go out tomorrow.”
He is used to living alone, and he is very familiar with these things. He smoothly lifted the quilt, went to bed and lay down, buried his head into the pillow, raised his hand and patted off the overhead light.
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Update: 2 days later~!
- After becoming enemies with the lord god
- Blog
- Completed
- Don't talk to me!
- Dropped
- Ghost Marriage
- Hunger Academy
- I opened a safe house in the Infinite Stream
- Notices
- Ongoing
- The Dragon Lord is Weak and Helpless but Has a Big Appetite [Interstellar]
- Want to ascend? Then fall in love.
- What can I do, I'm not human.
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