It was agreed to that Yu Sheng was only responsible for helping him with some of the chords, but it turned out that Yu Sheng was the one doing most of the work.
Jin Linkun pressed the keys of the piano according to the music score, and wanted to ask whether they should be sitting on the piano bench in a proper way to play the four-handed music piece. The words came to his lips, but he couldn’t say anything at all.
The person behind him moved, wrapping his arms around him from behind, pressing down slightly, and his chest followed his movements against his shoulders.
With steady strength, firmly covering him, with a constant heartbeat, just against his back.
Jin Linkun handed the main tune to Yu Sheng, who took over the chords, raising his hand to turn over a page.
It’s not surprising to meet classmates here. The final year seniors had just finished the college entrance examination, and now it’s time to relax. Except for those who go out for travel, the rest are probably wandering outside.
It’s just that he missed the college entrance examination for a year. When he takes the exam, he should worry about others and not him, so there is nothing to care about.
Maybe it’s just… It’s been too long since he’s been called that.
Not used to it.
The strength behind his back was still stable, Jin Linkun sat up a little bit, leaned back slightly: “Whatever’s missing – will you help me to make up for it?”
“Of course.” Yu Sheng concentrated on filling in the chords he missed, resisting the urge to pull him to kneel down to Chopin, “What else is missing?”
Jin Linkun opened his mouth, but made no sound.
… If I say it, I might get beaten.
Pianos are expensive after all.
Jin Linkun calculated the price of the piano and the approximate compensation in case of damage, reading the score by chance, reaching over to hover his fingers above Yu Sheng’s next chords.
Before he could withdraw, Yu Sheng’s left hand fell down precisely without even looking at it.
Seeing that he was about to be taught chords by his roommates, Jin Linkun had an idea, turned his palm over and held that hand directly.
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When he limped out, following his roommate out of the piano store, Jin Linkun was still thinking about why the piano benches in the piano store were so slippery.
And how his roommate learned to kick the piano stool so skillfully.
Yu Sheng bought a new pillow along the way and took both Jin Linkun and the pillow home, threw them together on the sofa, and then dug out the children’s educational electronic piano and stuffed it into his arms.
Asking himself, Jin Linkun felt that apart from being distracted, his technical level would not have dropped to this level. Holding the electronic piano, he couldn’t help but look up: “My friend, I think I have grown up…”
Yu Sheng didn’t give him face: “Find a five-year-old and ask him under what circumstances he needs to turn his hands over when playing the piano.”
“…” Jin Linkun rubbed the tip of his nose, turned on the switch of the electronic organ, and pressed it a few times, ding ding dong dong, goes the organ.
There was still one can of the so sweet red can of milk left, it was stored in the refrigerator, and when it was taken out, it was covered with a thin layer of water vapour.
Seeing a can of milk being thrown head-on with precise positioning, Jin Linkun protected the small electronic piano and raised his hand in time to catch it: “Do you want takeaway?”
“No.” Yu Sheng took out the vegetables he bought and simply picked them out, “I’ll make dinner.”
Jin Linkun was spinning the can in circles in his hand*, when he heard this, he raised his head, shaking the milk in his hand.
*(cool water vapour on the can)
“If you spill it on the carpet, you’ll have to clean it all up before you can leave.”
Yu Sheng gave a warning in advance while walking to the kitchen carrying the vegetables: “Don’t you dare to help out, if you dare to help, eat what you cook yourself.”
Jin Linkun, who had just stood up, was mercilessly rejected and felt a little regretful: “Am I really that bad? I think I;m actually okay at cooking porridge…”
Yu Sheng ignored him, simply picked a few dishes, and threw them into the sink to be washed.
Jin Linkun couldn’t stay idle, and as soon as he turned around, he followed him into the kitchen again.
“I’ll help you wash the vegetables. I won’t take up much time.”
Jin Linkun quickly found a suitable job for himself. He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled them up: “I want to learn too. Let me help you.”
Yu Sheng himself doesn’t really like cooking. He eats whatever his aunt cooks for him when she is around, and he orders takeout when he’s alone. So he doesn’t know why, he couldn’t resist buying two bags of vegetables home this morning.
Seeing him happily moving around, Yu Sheng didn’t make a fuss, and simply explained what he should do, and went to prepare the eggs by himself.
Jin Linkun really didn’t come in on a whim, he was studying very seriously.
He is a man of style in everything he does, and his posture of doing dishes is also very exaggerated. The cuffs are rolled up to the elbows, the wrist bones are clear, and the slender fingers are concentrating on fiddling with the vegetables in their hands, as if this step is the most important step.
“Why do you want to learn this?” Yu Sheng didn’t think there was any occasion for him to cook by himself, so he pulled an apron and put it on for him, and tied the rope behind him.
Jin Linkun cooperated with him honestly, his eyes behind the lenses were bent, serious: “I can’t just make you busy, I will cook for you next time too—”
“…” Yu Sheng blocked him with a spoon: “No, I won’t eat.”
He just couldn’t figure it out until now, how disoriented was he to have drank that pot of porridge that day.
The shadow of that day was too deep, and no matter how much Jin Linkun tried to make an effort in cooking, he was strictly restrained by Yu Sheng within one metre from the edge of the stove.
“Don’t move around, I only bought enough ingredients for a single meal.”
Yu Sheng fumbled in his pocket, found a piece of candy, peeled it off and stuffed it into his mouth: “You will be of great help to me if you can just stand here.”
Jin Linkun opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but his lips touched the side of Yu Sheng’s finger first.
Gently rubbed, a little cool, with a touch of toffee aroma.
Yu Sheng was very busy, he had already turned around and returned to the stove, and raised his hand to turn on the range hood.
The oil is already hot, and the egg is poured in, pop pop and the aroma is overflowing.
Jin Linkun raised his hand, touched his lower lip lightly, and raised his head.
Yu Sheng’s aprons are all of the same style, dark brown without any decoration, so simple and almost cold.
The boy was wearing the same apron as him, and his movements were neat and crisp, skillfully frying the ingredients in the pot, and the aroma wafting in the air.
Jin Linkun stood for a while and picked up his phone.
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Liang Yifan, who was far away in the summer camp, was forced to learn to whistle for a whole day. He was exhausted physically and mentally. He felt hungry in the activity room and waited for the food to be delivered. Then he received a message from his KunShen.
Jin Linkun: My roommate is cooking.
Liang Yifan: Sheng-ge can cook!!
Liang Yifan: Is it delicious? Is it on the level of being able to take it out to eat in the campsite?
Liang Yifan: Do you need any hacks this time?
Liang Yifan: KunShen? Are you okay??
Jin Linkun: Okay.
Liang Yifan: …?
Jin Linkun: No need, I just wanted to tell you.
Liang Yifan: ??
Jin Linkun: [Picture] [Picture]
Liang Yifan: ???
Liang Yifan sat in the activity room, looking at the last two high-definition dinner photos sent by his Jin LinKun, and fell into deep thought.
Yu Sheng didn’t cook too many complicated dishes, two dishes and one soup, steaming rice. The two of them finished every last drop of soup.
Taking advantage of the short-term sleepiness of his roommate after eating, Jin Linkun finally found an opportunity to rush to wash the dishes, and put them upside down on the drainer one by one seriously.
It is easy to feel sleepy when there is something in the stomach. Yu Sheng leaned on the sofa, watched the cartoon that was successfully tuned up on the TV for a while, and looked sideways at the figure in the kitchen who was concentrating on washing the dishes.
When he first met Jin Linkun, he felt that this man was terribly annoying, and what he disliked the most was his attitude of slacking off as if he didn’t care about anything.
He doesn’t know when it started, but when this person was by his side, this person began to look extra serious in everything he did.
Whether Jin Linkun knows how to do it or not, he will try his best. Yu Sheng felt that he seemed to be involuntarily squeezed in by another shadow in every corner, carefully occupying a sizable space.
The space that had been vacant for a long time was quietly filled to the brim just like that.
Yu Sheng sank into the sofa, pulled the blanket that was forcibly draped over his body, and closed his eyes.
Before going to bed, Yu Sheng planned ahead and stuffed a whole row of pillows in the middle of the bed before lying down.
We only took two days off and have to report back the next morning.
Early the next morning, Jin Linkun, who hadn’t slept well for two days in a row, was led by his roommate to the bus, took a nap all the way, woke up briefly during the two stopovers in the middle, and went back to the summer camp smoothly with his eyes closed.
“KunShen… did you work too hard practising the piano?”
Ding Zhengjiao looked at Jin Linkun who was lying in the corner of the activity room to catch up on his sleep, and was a little worried, so he pulled Liang Yifan over: “Should I ask KunShen to go back to rest first?”
Liang Yifan also received two messages in the middle of the night last night, both of which did not sleep well, and yawned: “No, KunShen was thinking about something and couldn’t sleep at night.”
Cen Rui didn’t have a good long-term memory and couldn’t help being curious: “What’s the problem?”
“How can you accidentally knock over Wangzai’s milk* on the carpet of your roommate’s house carelessly.”
*(brand of milk)
Liang Yifan finally found another person who was willing to listen, dragged him, and took out his mobile phone to report in detail: “And how to persuade the roommate to give up the pillow while still keeping the good habit of the roommate sleeping with the pillow.”
“…”
After a few days of rehearsal, students of Group 7 who worked together to help the two big shots win a two-day vacation soon discovered that the relationship between the two seemed to have undergone significant changes during these two days.
Kunshen has not been very energetic these days. He occasionally dozed off during rehearsals, and the chances of being distracted have increased significantly.
Unexpectedly, Yu Sheng, who has always been strict and meticulous, was not as strict with him anymore, not even picking him up occasionally to beat him up.
Not only did he not beat him, but Yu Sheng even started to ignore his roommate’s occasional mistakes, and occasionally he couldn’t stand it anymore, and would directly take over his position, playing the main melody alone as accompaniment.
“I can’t adapt.”
Xia Junhua: “Sheng-ge hasn’t beaten Kunshen for two whole days. Our life seems to be missing something.”
Cen Rui: “Besides, Kunshen’s enthusiasm is so high that I’m scared, and he comes to rehearse with us every day even when he’s so sleepy. Help, do you know why Kunshen is so enthusiastic all of a sudden?”
“I’ve changed my WeChat name, and now I call it “On the Internet, it’s fate to meet each other.”.”
Liang Yifan’s cheek hurts, and he rubbed his face: “The reason is more complicated. Simply put, KunShen is worried that our group of demons will not be able to help Sheng-ge display his true strength on stage.”
“…”
The chat group fell silent, and Cen Rui, who was in charge of shaking the maraca, rubbed his knees: “Then I think KunShen is right to be worried.”
“I’m not lying” Xia Junhua added, “We can cause so much havoc that Sheng-ge can’t show off his true strength.”
The summer camp included the top 100 students from every city in the whole province, so it stands to reason that there are not many talented as well as academically inclined students.
However, as a province with a large college entrance examination, and Lao Wan’s alma mater H high, which is at the level of a big devil, every school is desperately trying to learn, and there are not as many students who can take a breather to study art as in other provinces.
The luck of Group 7 is very unique. Except for the two big shots who supported the scene, the deputy group leader Kong Jiahe played the erhu well. The expertise of the remaining others can only be considered at the level of hobbies.
Thinking about how Yu Sheng shocked everyone with his skills on the first day, but only he himself was still very dissatisfied. After finding a piano room to practise for a whole day, students of Group 7 suddenly felt heavy pressure.
“By the way, speaking of Sheng-ge’s strength—have you read the forum?”
Xia Junhua suddenly remembered something and took out his mobile phone: “There has been a lot of noise these two days. I saved that post last time and haven’t had time to read it yet.”
“I saw it, an idiot named Song Heming was the initiator, saying that Sheng-ge sneaked into summer camp, and he can’t play the piano.”
After hearing this, Cen Rui was reminded of the event, he also recalled: “In the end, he played a section by himself. At first, many people praised it. Later, a senior who was of grade nine level came out, and he directly said that he did not show appropriate emotions throughout the whole process, and the overall degree of completion was low. He also asked him if he needed to find a professional expert to listen to it, after that he didn’t move…”
Dong Jue didn’t care much about these gossips, and listened to them, and couldn’t help feeling: “Grade nine, when can I get to this level?”
The garbage forum is getting more and more functional under continuous construction, and the reputation of the account is directly linked to the quality of discussion brought forward. There are a lot of unsolved problems hanging in the learning forums of various disciplines. The more thanks and likes you get for high-quality answers, the faster you will gain reputation.
In this reputation mode, the exclusive effects of grade nine are extremely dazzling, and when it appears, it comes with a bold and gold-plated special effect, which often plays a decisive role in various disputes.
Since the establishment of the forum, there have only been seven grade nines in total, and each of them has worked hard to accumulate a lot of high-quality answers in the forum they are good at.
What is the origin of the eighth grade nine named “wsyzka” that appeared this time, which also aroused the curiosity of many people.
Cen Rui has been paying attention to this gossip, and even used his thirteen alternate accounts to take turns scolding Song Heming. Because of his excessive words, he was banned from all twelve accounts, which left a deep impression on him.
“That grade nine is also awesome. He appeared late at night and answered all unanswered questions on various sections within three days. It was also very detailed, and the number of likes soared all the way.”
Looking back now, Cen Rui couldn’t help but be fascinated: “Two thousand points in one hour, points increasing like crazy, like a bamboo*, straight up to grade nine, directly from the sky, then immediately stopped responding, super cool…”
*(fun fact: some species of bamboo can grow up to 2.91 ft/day — or, 1.5 inches/hr, basically, if you sit long enough with a bamboo culm, it might just grow before your eyes – tldr: VERY FAST)
There are not many contestants who can answer questions comprehensively across both arts and science subjects. He couldn’t help being curious, and tentatively asked for Sheng-ge’s account.
It turned out that the other party not only didn’t pay attention to this matter, he didn’t even go to the forum very much, and he was only a grade one member until now, and he just paid for registration two days ago.
“So——” Xia Junhua opened his mouth, a little hesitant, “No way? KunShen doesn’t seem like such a nosy person…”
Cen Rui was noncommittal, and raised his eyebrows with an inscrutable expression.
Liang Yifan used the cover of the instrument to look at the two people beside the piano.
During break time, Jin Linkun accompanied Yu Sheng to practise the piano, and the four-handed piano became second-hand after playing. The head swayed, and the arms exposed by the T-shirt beside him were caught in time.
“Can insomnia be like this?” Yu Sheng supported him, and couldn’t help frowning: “Do you need me to knock you out and throw you on the bed tonight?”
“My friend, I think we need a different method of understanding.”
Jin Linkun woke up as soon as Yu Sheng grabbed him, he touched the tip of his nose, and coughed lightly: “For example—it’s easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. I’m used to sleeping in bigger beds, so I’m not very used to dormitories… “
Yu Sheng covered his mouth with one hand, didn’t continue to practise, and put down the piano cover: “Go back to the dormitory to sleep or just sleep here on your stomach?”
Jin Linkun smiled and put on the piano cover cooperatively.
He lowered his head and was about to bury it in his arms when Yu Sheng grabbed his collar and took off his glasses.
Jin Linkun lay on the piano cover and slept quietly for a while.
Yu Sheng sat beside him and read a book for a while, stood up, drew the curtains tightly, walked over and gestured to everyone, indicating that the chatting voice should be a little softer.
Liang Yifan looked at the glasses clutched in Yu Sheng’s hand, and patted Xia Junhua’s head meaningfully: “Don’t worry, you will understand when you grow up.”
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