Jin Linkun actually didn’t have a clear impression of what happened next.
It seems to be a curtain call. The judges commented on the program, stepped off the stage, asked for their contact numbers, and asked them to fill something in.
The two of them only clenched their hands in front of the piano for a short while, but his palms still seemed to be hot, he clasped the other Group 7 member’s palms weakly, not even willing to hold them firmly.
The students at the end of the performance had to stay as spectators until the end of the whole performance. When they were guided to take their seats in the dark, Yu Sheng was stopped backstage after the show.
Some people came to inquire about their piano repertoire, and even a few professors from the Central Conservatory of Music came here to inquire about Yu Sheng’s willingness to apply for the exam.
Hearing that he did not intend to pursue music, the old professors were very disappointed, but they still insisted on retaining the invitation quota and left him a contact number.
Jin Linkun tried his best to regain his composure, and discussed with him in a low voice: “I think I played pretty well, why didn’t anyone come to see me?”
“You danced as a little bear to Chopin’s music in such a happy manner?” Yu Sheng didn’t give him face, “It’s melancholic music, why are you so happy?”
Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose, trying to find a suitable reason for himself: “It doesn’t necessarily mean that every night is sad, maybe Chopin fell in love suddenly while playing the piano.”
“…”
Yu Sheng was inexplicably convinced, nodded, turned and went into the bathroom.
No matter how you go on stage, you have to wear simple makeup. Yu Sheng doesn’t like having things on his face, so he barely puts on some powder, puts on two handfuls of hairspray, and immediately washes it off when he gets off the stage.
Jin Linkun followed him, and also stood by the sink, splashing two handfuls of water on his face.
The cold water dripped down his cheeks, slightly extinguishing the burning flame.
By the way, Yu Sheng rinsed the hairspray and flicked the water droplets from the ends of his hair twice: “Did someone come over just now?”
“……Yeah.”
Jin Linkun smiled, pulled out a small dry square towel from his pocket, and pulled the man over to wipe his hair well: “It’s not an important person.”
There is an electronic version of the program list of the show, and Jin Linkun took note of it. Song Heming, who once jumped out to find fault, performed the piano solo of their group alone. Just a few programs before them, his proficient skills also attracted a lot of applause.
This person has been lingering around since they left the field. He probably gained a lot of confidence from the warm applause in front of them. Hearing their adaptation of the four-handed playing with elementary difficulty, he couldn’t help but want to come over again to show-off.
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As a result, before he could come over, Yu Sheng was blocked by the respected old professors of the Central Conservatory of Music.
His roommate doesn’t even need to pretend to be awesome. Jin Linkun couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth, didn’t go into details with Yu Sheng, helped him dry his hair, and went back to the auditorium together.
The student numbers of the two were next to each other, and the seats were arranged together every time.
The lights outside the arena were pitch black, Jin Linkun leaned in his seat, listened to the steady and slow breathing of the people around him, and sat for a while, but the thought of turning his head to look at him came out uncontrollably.
He couldn’t help lowering his head, looked at his palm, squeezed it lightly, and then let it go little by little.
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It’s not their first time holding hands, but this time it’s obviously different.
His little friend took the initiative to hold his hand, clasping their fingers together, not intending to release him at all, holding him tightly.
Thoughts are surging and clogging up in his chest, and he can’t make sense of them.
He looked at Yu Sheng, and couldn’t help but want to ask what happened just now, but he couldn’t ask after several attempts.
Yu Sheng leaned quietly in his seat, his gaze fell on the stage that had become lively again.
The boy’s eyes were clear, making his eyes extraordinarily pure and dark, clearly reflecting the colourful lights cast on the stage.
Jin Linkun closed his eyes for a while, then stretched out his hand again, reaching for Yu Sheng’s hand.
It was too dark below the stage, he searched a few times but he couldn’t find it, only his heart beat faster and faster, roaring loudly, he wondered if the person beside him could hear it.
“Kunshen?”
Ding Zhengjiao didn’t know when he touched it, bent down, and announced the news: “There will be a bonfire party afterwards, everyone don’t leave, each group needs to gather by themselves…”
Jin Linkun was slightly stunned, a thought that had been ignored popped up, and subconsciously clenched his right hand.
Before he could respond, Cen Rui who was beside him couldn’t help but say, “Why is it so fast—isn’t it two days before it ends?”
Ding Zhengjiao has also participated in several summer camps. Knowing the process, he explained to him in a low voice: “These days are for the students who are recommended to go through the formalities, and some people will leave almost tomorrow.”
The bonfire party is basically at the end of a summer camp.
Some schools start early, and they have to pack up and prepare to go back to school the next day after the bonfire party. Students who need recommendations and special recruitment will stay for a few extra days and complete the signing procedures before leaving.
In traditional summer camps, cultural performances and bonfire parties have always been used as the last farewell ceremony. In order not to affect the show, the bonfire party will always be reserved until after the show.
Many people already knew about it, but no one was willing to mention it.
“Lao Wan invited us to dinner, as I said, this time I won’t drink milk tea, I’ll give you something to eat…”
Ding Zhengjiao sat on the edge of the seat, said a few words in a low voice, and then suddenly fell silent.
The performance on the stage is still going on, and now the performance is a skit, with several good jokes here and there. There are bursts of laughter from the audience from time to time.
Xia Junhua was a little at a loss, opened his mouth, and asked tentatively: “So…do we go later? Once we go, the summer camp will be over?”
No one answered him, Ding Zhengjiao was silent for a while, and nodded his head lightly twice.
“Come on, I haven’t figured out how C language works, Lao Cen* also said to teach me how to connect my mobile phone to the projection screen in the school classroom—”
*(Cen rui)
Xia Junhua looked back and forth between them, stopped talking, and only after a while did he whisper again: “…No…”
The girl sitting in the front row who turned her head to listen to their conversation from the start, couldn’t hold it back, she raised her hand hastily to cover her mouth, and tears fell down in the blink of an eye.
“It’s okay, it’s not like we won’t see each other after the summer camp is over—”
Cen Rui frantically coaxed, passed the tissue over, and coaxed carefully in a low voice: “Stop crying, little beauties, you haven’t taken off your makeup yet, your eye shadows are all stained…”
The girls were feeling uncomfortable at first, but when they heard his words, they couldn’t help but laugh with tears in their eyes.
Liang Yifan wiped his eyes and punched him: “Lao Cen, can you respect our solemn atmosphere a little bit?”
“Am I not respectful?”
Cen Rui was really out of ideas, and racked his brains: “How about I help you black out the big screen now, so we won’t leave until the time is late? But this may be a bit difficult. While using hacking techniques, I may have to steal their computer”
Someone was joking around, and everyone felt less uncomfortable, and laughed softly.
Ding Zhengjiao rubbed his eyes, couldn’t help but smile, and took a deep breath: “It’s alright, alright, don’t mess around, let’s be serious.”
As soon as they stepped off the stage, they were pulled to the auditorium to fill in the empty spots. Most of them hadn’t had time to remove their makeup, and their stage costumes were still on. They had to take off their makeup and change out of their costumes one after another in a hurry, so as not to be too late.
The venue of the bonfire party is not far away. After the show is over, they can go directly there, and there is still time to come back to pick up things after the show is over.
Ding Zhengjiao was used to worrying, and he patted his shoulders one by one, making sure that they were all notified, and then dragged a few boys to return the costumes together.
The colourful eye shadows of the little girls in the pumpkin car were all blurred, and they were arranged to remove their makeup first. Ding Zhengjiao bent over and asked Jin Linkun: “Kunshen, I heard that your school is going to return early… …Are you leaving tomorrow too?”
Jin Linkun’s formalities are handled by a special person. Whenever he wants to go to class, he can go to class with his schoolbag, and he doesn’t need to go back to school in advance for further studies. The original plan was to see when Yu Sheng left, and then arrange the itinerary together.
He sat up with some support, and was about to speak, when the hand resting on the armrest was suddenly firmly grasped again.
Jin Linkun turned his head.
Yu Sheng was still looking at the stage, the corners of his lips were pursed, he didn’t move at all, and he had a blank expression.
At that time, he didn’t have time to pay attention, but now he realises that his friend’s hand is still very cold, and his fingers are pressed against the back of his hand, so tight that it hurts.
Jin Linkun moved his palm and tried to hold him back.
Yu Sheng was watching the show all the time and didn’t participate in the conversation with everyone. It seemed that he was not affected at all by the fact that the summer camp was about to end.
If Jin Linkun hadn’t touched his hands, he might have thought that Yu Sheng didn’t really care about it.
Jin Linkun suddenly remembered that he had never had a chance to discuss with Yu Sheng, and Yu Sheng didn’t know what he planned for the next year.
He squeezed that hand for a while, but couldn’t get it to warm up. Jin Linkun moved his arm and tried to pull it to his side twice, wanting to help him again.
Yu Sheng didn’t let go of his hand, but he didn’t follow his strength. His arm was tense. Jin Linkun tried to hold it twice, but he couldn’t move it at all.
The young man’s expression looked a little colder than usual, his brows looked indifferent and calm, his gaze fell motionlessly on the stage, and the sharp lines outlined by his shirt were hidden in the darkness, appearing a bit sharp.
Jin Linkun suddenly remembered Yu Sheng’s “home”.
Empty, like a model house, not warm at all, it seems that the house has not been changed since it was just bought and renovated.
Yu Sheng talked briefly to him about it several times, but he didn’t bring it up on purpose, he could still roughly piece together what was going on.
Ever since he sat in front of that piano, Jin Linkun had always had in his heart the boy in a tuxedo, a white shirt and a little red tie, sitting on the piano bench.
So stubborn and so obedient, he can’t even say a word.
No matter how reluctant he was, he only knew that he was going to continue holding on tightly to this hand forever and not letting go.
How could the person who is going to leave him be willing?
“Yu Sheng…”
Jin Linkun gestured to Ding Zhengjiao, indicating that he would speak later, turned to him and called him softly, “Yu Sheng.”
The sound effect on the stage was so good that Jin Linkun called a few times, and his voice, which was a little hoarse, was finally heard by the people around him above the deafening music.
Yu Sheng was silent for a while, then turned to look at him.
Jin Linkun felt a slight pain in his chest.
The summer camp was coming to an end, and he had already thought about what to do, but Yu Sheng didn’t know yet.
For Yu Sheng, the end of the summer camp meant going back to that deserted house, sitting on the edge of the bed and flipping through the Xinhua dictionary, front to back.
How long has this matter been in his little friend’s heart?
Jin Linkun pursed the corner of his lower lip, took a light breath, and slowly shook his hand: “Have you ever thought about it?—Have you ever thought about finding a tutor in the third year of high school?”
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Yu Sheng looked at him and couldn’t help frowning: “Is my grade so bad?”
Jin Linkun: “…”
The problem is not with his roommate, but because his expression is too vague and easy to misunderstand.
“Ask again.”
Jin Linkun’s heart was beating violently, he took a breath, and tried his best to express it in a clear way: “I want to live at your house in my third year of high school.”
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Facing Yu Sheng’s more and more complicated eyes, Jin Linkun also realised that he seemed too much of a brute when he said that, so he couldn’t help but raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose: “Friend, I mean——”
Before he could explain, Yu Sheng had already said, “So you’re not leaving?”
“……Yeah.”
He asked too quickly, but Jin Linkun still understood what he meant, and nodded slightly: “I won’t go.”
Yu Sheng sat up straight with his arms propped up, watched him carefully for a while, and after confirming that Jin Linkun was not joking with him, he threw his hand back.
Jin Linkun:? ? ?
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Update: 2 days later~
- After becoming enemies with the lord god
- Blog
- Completed
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- Dropped
- Ghost Marriage
- Hunger Academy
- I opened a safe house in the Infinite Stream
- Notices
- Ongoing
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