Don’t Talk To Me!

Yu Sheng's house is on the 12th floor.

The top floor avoids the possibility of being surrounded by the sound of various decorative electric drills.

When Jin Linkun entered the door, he was a little hesitant and was pulled by Yu Sheng: "What are you doing at the door to ward off evil?"

"a little nervous……"

The door closed with a loud sound from the back, Jin Linkun cleared his throat and subconsciously cleared his clothes: "Is there no one in your house?"

Yu Sheng shook his head and gave him a pair of slippers: "No one, the aunt didn't find it last time when she came home. It was inserted under the coffee table. You go to the living room first."

The whole sentence is a bit jumpy. Jin Linkun took a while to fully understand that the person has been thrown on the living room sofa by Yu Sheng.

He found the socket under the coffee table and charged the phone.

Three rooms and one hall, the living room is a bit empty, and the decoration is very standard, it looks almost the same as the model room.

The long row of sofas is extremely spacious, accounting for at least one-third of the living room. The light gray wooden handles are scattered on it, and there are more than a dozen pillows of different styles.

Jin Linkun took one of them and pressed twice.

It's very soft and feels good. With the air conditioning blanket of the same style on the side, it looks very suitable for lying on the sofa and sleeping.

He hugged the pillow, not knowing why, and remembered Yu Sheng's empty information collection form.

"What a god?" Yu Sheng turned on the air conditioner, pulled out the can from the refrigerator and bought the coke before leaving, and shook it twice before him.

Jin Linkun raised his head and took the Coke, casually looking for a question: "Thinking-what do you think of your TV?"

Yu Sheng looked back at the TV hanging on the wall and flipped out two remote controls for him: "I don't know, you research."

"..." Jin Linkun: "Ah?"

After walking for so long, no one was at home, more or less ash. Yu Sheng prepares to clean up the room first, and then pulls out the wet wipes: "It's too complicated, too lazy to make, and it's nothing beautiful."

The TV was there when he lived in. He didn't want it. It is estimated that the decorator thinks there should be a TV on the wall.

Today's TVs are getting bigger and more complicated, and the buttons on the remote control even have several functions. He tried twice and couldn't stand the trouble of the two remote controllers back and forth.

Duan Lei also came over and played a few times. They were young and energetic high school students. Each time they went straight to the cool water-cooled desktop computer in the study.

Jin Linkun: "..."

The mature and retired senior senior seniors who had grown up and had no way to refute, so got their first job, sat in the living room, and honestly studied the relationship between the set-top box and TV.

Yu Sheng simply tidied up the room and went back to the living room. Jin Linkun had successfully made the TV move.

The TV has been tuned to the [Golden Years] section, and it is being rebroadcasted for the Spring Festival Gala, which year is unknown. The big red full screen is too visually striking, so he has not yet figured out which remote control is the console, and is trying to lower the volume.

The lively and festive music sounded loud, and Yu Sheng leaned against the door, looking at the messy figure on the sofa, and couldn't help but raise his mouth.

Jin Linkun is still fighting tirelessly with TV.

Suddenly didn't think about it, I went to find some sheet music. Yu Sheng opened the refrigerator and found it again. He confirmed that there was nothing to eat and turned over the phone and ordered two takeaways.

"Friend, do you usually live at home?"

Jin Linkun finally lowered the volume smoothly, and felt as if he had done ten sets of competition questions, leaning back and forth on the sofa, exhausted physically and mentally: "If you can't live, I may only be able to study here today."

"Living." Yu Sheng sat down with a smile in his eyes. "I won't live in high school anymore. I'm under pressure to study. I want to watch TV if I have nothing to do."

"..."

After all, there is still the pressure of the college entrance examination. The school regulations of the third middle school will suddenly become stricter in the third grade of high school. The students who live in the school will have to study at 9:30 in the evening. Things go away.

Although Yu Sheng doesn't like to live alone, considering the time gap of four and a half hours, he is also willing to contribute to the learning conditions of the students.

In a group led by Duan Lei who can't go to day and helpless and innocent friends, he has made every effort to stay. He is ready to hand in the application for day school at the beginning of school.

About the most important high school senior decompression of roommates, Jin Linkun rubbed his eyes, put on his glasses again, and continued to study the operation method of TV.

It's completely dark when the food is delivered. Yu Sheng ordered two hot and spicy dishes that were neither spicy nor spicy, opened the chopsticks and handed them to Jin Linkun.

"Friend." Jin Linkun carefully studied the order for a while and made a cautious evaluation: "Seriously, I think you are the only one left hot."

Yu Sheng didn't think there was anything wrong with the meal he ordered. He knocked on the table: "If you don't eat anymore, you won't even get hot."

Jin Linkun thought he was right.

The pancakes were finished on the way back. The boy with the long body was hungry. The two of them ate their heads and ate clear soup and boiled the meatballs. The TV still had the New Year's essay with the volume noisy.

Jin Linkun couldn't sit back and watched for a while while eating, vaguely remembering: "This is this year, I have seen it."

Yu Sheng took a chopstick instant noodle, looked up at the two people hugging on TV, and asked the spoiler: "Did his brother beat him last?"

"Ah?" Jin Linkun carefully looked at the picture. "It was too noisy at the time. I thought they were father and son..."

"..."

Yu Sheng had no hope for him, gave up the logic of continuing to entangle the sketch, put another two into his mouth, and put down the chopsticks.

Both of them ate almost the same, the takeaway was simple to pack up, and the bag could be thrown in a mouthful.

Yu Sheng tidied up the table, the bag rested at the door, and went back to the bedroom to open the drawer and turned it over.

Jin Linkun’s plan to try to help with dishwashing was disrupted by the time-saving convenience of take-out. He didn’t know what to do. He followed him aimlessly around the circle twice, poked at the bedroom door, and probed in and out.

Yu Sheng felt that he was about to hear the accompaniment of his psychological struggle, and pulled the drawer to the most open: "For the first time to someone else's house?"

"...Yes." Jin Linkun nodded sincerely, "Friend, what should I do now? Do I need to drag a floor?"

Yu Sheng: "..."

Jin Linkun continued to use his imagination: "Or wipe a window? Your home is very clean, I can help you put your pillow up..."

I was a little worried about what his family would look like when the man used his imagination. Yu Sheng interrupted him in time, turned over the key and got up: "Okay, come and help."

Jin Linkun finally found his place, got up happily, and followed him through the living room to the door of the room that had been locked.

The home was so clean that there was no trace of a second person. One bedroom and one study. Jin Linkun thought that the rest was a guest room. When he opened it, he realized that it was used as a storage room.

There was a lot of stuff piled on the floor of the table, which was stuffed up and a little messy, and it looked like it had never been packed.

Yu Sheng stood at the door and recalled for a few seconds. He pulled him into the door, stepped on the chair, and pulled up a huge paper box from the top of the cabinet: "Take one."

It was only when he spoke that Jin Linkun had followed him neatly and took over the weighty carton: "So heavy, what is it packed in?"

"Piano scores, but not many four-handed combos."

Yu Sheng loosed his hand, patted the gray on his hand, and jumped down with one hand: "What is your piano level?"

Jin Linkun thought for a while: "It was not bad ten years ago, and now I can probably run to help you hit the chord."

...

Jin Linkun hasn't actually touched the piano in years. After all, the organ and the piano are different. It takes a few days to find the feeling of sitting on the bench without having to kick around.

Yu Sheng was not surprised: "I haven't practiced in a few years, just find a simple piece and deal with the past."

This room has been locked for more than a year, and the dust is very heavy. Yu Sheng choked a few sneezes and couldn't stay any longer, dragging Jin Linkun and dragging the box to the living room.

Carrying the deep hopes of the entire seven groups of students, the two sat on the ground with pillows, and picked a box of books for a long time in the cheerful background sound.

There were not only music scores in the box, but also a lot of dusty trophy certificates. A stack of yellowed photos was jammed in the corner, and the side had begun to roll up.

Yu Sheng apparently didn't take these things seriously, tucked them into the corner, took out the music book, simply wiped off the dust with a wet wipe, and handed him a pick after finishing the book.

Jin Linkun simply turned over a few books, but couldn't help but looked up at Yu Sheng, who wiped the covers one by one.

Just at the door, he found that the room should be all the things brought out of the move.

It seems to carry a lot of memories. There are photo frames, hand-crafted warship models, and large hardcover books that are very expensive to look at. They are all thrown in scatteredly. the meaning of.

Yu Sheng didn't seem to have any feelings about opening the door. His expression was still calm. He leaned on the sofa and sat on the pillow. He changed a wipe and continued to wipe the dust.

He didn't seem to plan to chat. Jin Linkun touched the tip of his nose, feeling that he shouldn't have spoken so hurriedly, and took the book open, turning the pages above and down.

Yu Sheng finished another one and threw it into Jin Linkun's arms.

If it were not for the piano score this time, Yu Sheng almost forgot that there was such a room at home.

Normally this door is locked. The aunt who took care of the family has worked for a long time. I know that there is nothing that can help to clean it up.

...

In fact, there is really no particularly sensational story, mainly because he was too lazy to clean up after moving.

In addition, the salted fish in the Third Middle School is also very easy. I know that he has not many people in the past, and there is no chance to go to power. Without these things, there is really no need to organize it again.

In fact, people grow up very quickly, even if it was once important to be touched and uncomfortable, after looking back for many years, in fact, it has become an extra careless past.

He just suddenly felt that since he met Jin Linkun, it seemed that he and the barrier in the past had thinned unconsciously.

Although he still doesn’t know, why he is studying, why he stays up late to endorse and endorse, why he has to play a serious game for a mess of reasons, and even promises to participate in a group of four-handed group of magic dances, deliberately go home choking Ash took the sheet music.

In the past, he worked hard to do this because he thought that Mom and Dad would be able to come back. They thought they were good enough. When they got on stage and won the prize, the family could have another meal together.

When the trophy was smashed to the ground, he stood in the eyes of everyone or in doubt or sympathy, looking at the family opposite, and the motivation to continue suddenly disappeared.

Since then, I don't know whether it is intentional or instinct. When he realized, he had avoided all occasions that would attract the attention of others.

…Until somehow, a few words at the door of the toilet ignited the fighting spirit, and settled a battle for a battle about the toilet.

The whole thing and the bathroom are full of indissoluble bonds. Yu Sheng ripped off the corner of his mouth, pressed a bit of a memory of the scenery, and wiped the performance-level leather cover sheet again in his hand.

The wipes brushed over, and the gold-brushed handwriting became brighter again.

Because these two years have been placed in the carton without contact with the air, the color is still bright, Jin Cancan dazzled people's eyes.

Yu Sheng grasped the book in his hand and unconsciously accepted it.

He still didn't know what motivated him to do this now.

But he still vaguely realized that, unknowingly, he seemed to be less repulsive of learning and busyness, less repulsive to replenish his life, and gradually began to carelessly focus on being on the stage again, not so resistant I returned to everyone's eyes.

From the beginning, I just wanted to make a few friends with this socially disabled roommate.

Yu Sheng himself felt that the development of this matter was a little inexplicable, and his lips were unconsciously dragged down, and it was too late to end his emotions. Suddenly, he was pulled out of his thoughts by some strange touch.

"..." Yu Sheng opened Jin Linkun's hand on his lap, "Why?"

Jin Linkun raised his hand and explained: "Look for the feeling."

He had just picked a piece of music, simulating piano keys in his mind, looking for a **** feeling, but no place to practice his hands.

There is no piano in the living room, and the size of the bedroom and study is estimated to be choking.

Jin Linkun closed the piano sheet in his hand, and then quickly hid the photo of the group photo that was probably inside, and closed it with the pages of the book.

He raised his hand while holding the book, and moved back two centimeters in the near-substantial murderousness of the roommate who finally recovered, trying to find a reasonable explanation for his movements on the other party’s leg: "I simply count Forget it, both of us haven’t touched the piano for more than three years. The time is a little tight. I think this should be practiced as soon as possible..."

Yu Sheng sat on the ground and watched him for a while, then nodded, stood up, and entered the house where the dust fell.

This time he turned out in a short time, holding a very delicate and unopened sky blue children's puzzle electric piano, standing next to the garbage bag that he was going to pick up and throw, and unpacked it neatly.

"..."

Jin Linkun opened his mouth and looked at the fate that suddenly turned sharply, trying to save the situation. "Friend, I suddenly feel that time is not so tight..."

"No, you really have to practice."

Satisfied with his memory, Yu Sheng was clearly in a good mood. He pulled out two batteries and stuffed it in. He tried to press the keyboard.

The children's educational electronic piano with Xiao Baiyun painted on the sky blue sounded the sound of Ding Ding Dong Dong.

Jin Linkun: "..."

Yu Sheng nodded, put the piano on Jin Linkun's lap, and patted him on the shoulder: "Good."