C Language Cultivation

Dongjun: "Do you want to continue to sleep?"

Lin Xun: "Do not sleep anymore."

Dongjun: "Supper?"

Lin Xun: "No."

Dongjun put him on the sofa.

Inappropriate and improper use of words. In fact, Dong Jun was sitting on the sofa himself, but he still held Lin Xun, so Lin Xun was placed on the sofa indirectly. Lin Xun wondered that he was not a birdie girl, afraid of pressing his male god, and detached himself, leaning on him and rubbing his eyes.

Dongjun pulled him down, not letting him rub.

Dongjun asked: "What did you do in the afternoon?"

"One thing," he said, explaining without trace what he had done: "It's still my friend, called Qi Yun, he has no assistant and many things are inconvenient. I followed him in the crew for an afternoon.

"Hmm." Dong Jun's voice was soft: "Tired?"

Lin Xun immediately heard the subtext. Dongjun was asking him to just go to the crew to play, how could he be so tired that he slept all the way in the car.

He is not without a way to deal with such questions.

He whispered: "That's not tired in the afternoon."

Dongjun: "Huh?"

He: "It was you who tossed me last night."

Dongjun didn't speak.

Lin Xun has long discovered that the word "you" has a wonderful effect on Dongjun. He thought that the word "you" is a word used to refer to seniors and puts himself in a weak position. Perhaps it can evoke Dongjun's few consciences. Dongjun's hand seemed to carelessly stroke his hair. Then, Lin Xun heard his slightly low voice, with a nice sand: "Why am I tossing you?"

Lin Xun: "?"

Give me the pot again?

He: "I didn't intentionally recruit you."

"Oh." Dongjun: "That's it."

What an indifferent "this way".

Lin Xun bit him, was pulled into his arms again, tangled up on the sofa, and began to kiss at a certain moment.

After enough trouble, Lin Xun panted and moved to the other end of the sofa. The pointer played with the robot enough, and he jumped onto the sofa, sat down between them, and licked his paw gracefully.

Dongjun reached out his hand, the pointer walked over, quietly fell down and was smoothed by him.

After a while, the cat became lively again, holding Dongjun's finger and reaching out the claw hook, trying to bite.

Dongjun pushed it aside.

Lin Xun still had some pain in his lips. The skin was bitten in the corner of his lips. His shoulders were pressed hard and then loosened. He also looked hot.

——When you are good, you will wipe out the other people's hair. When you start to make trouble, you will go beyond the tolerance range and throw it away. In the final analysis, men who have been standing at the top for a long time have good habits and nature, and they still like to be good.

And he is considered obedient as a whole, but sometimes he cannot be very obedient.

He didn't know how wide this man could endure. During this time, he was treated so well that he always felt that Dong Jun had no bottom line for him. But people cannot always dream.

He shouted the pointer, and the cat crawled into his arms, grunting.

Dongjun got up and walked towards this side, Lin Xun looked up at him.

Dongjun: "What do you want for dinner?"

"I think about it..." Lin Xun said: "I want to drink lean egg porridge."

Dongjun stretched out his hand to straighten his hair. After finishing, he pointed his finger down and rubbed the slightly reddish part of his lips, holding it inwards.

Lin Xun grinded his fingertips, completely subconsciously, he felt very contradictory. Sometimes, he feels that he hasn't met the man in front of him deeply, and sometimes he feels that the subconscious intimacy seems to have known each other for many years.

He suddenly asked, "Will you play the piano?"

In a trance, he felt a slight tenderness between Dongjun's eyebrows.

I heard Dongjun said: "Yes."

Lin Xun: "Can you play it for me?"

Dongjun's hand slowly walked on his lips and said, "Okay."

Lin Xun followed Dong Jun into the piano room he didn't dare to enter in the daytime.

It doesn’t even need any preparation. When Dong Jun was sitting in front of the piano, his neat black shirt, shiny silver buckle under the light, straight and straight waist, and slender ten fingers on the keys seemed to be for Here comes a piece of music.

This person has always been so, always easy.

After several irregular notes were played, the formed music flowed out.

The light of the piano room hit the silhouette of Dongjun lightly, and the melody of the piano, maybe sweet, but lingering kind of sadness.

Very gentle tunes, no excessive movements, and the people playing the piano are quiet. Like the first petal that fell in the spring night.

Lin Xun looked at Dong Jun, at a certain moment he remembered those seemingly dreamy dreams, the fragrance floating in the night. But at a certain moment, he suddenly felt that Dong Jun's appearance when playing the piano was not different from when he was typing the code.

It's still as easy as that, as if everything is in his hands, mistakes, accidents, mistakes, these things never happen in his life.

Faced with this look, Lin Xun remembered Gao Liao during the day. He looked at the mermaid in the reef, his eyes showed a deep love and faint madness, at that moment Lin Xun believed he had a lifelong pursuit of something.

However, looking at the Dongjun in front of the piano at this moment, Lin Xun thought that this person might be fully devoted or not. He was actually very alienated. He is not like a living person, he is looking down at the keys. Perhaps he also looked down at the keyboard.

A person who really likes code cannot seal his keyboard for two years.

At this moment, Lin Xun was suddenly confused.

What does this man in front of him really love? Is there something in this world that he is willing to spend his life to pursue?

he does not know.

The song is over.

There was a night breeze outside the window, and Dongjun turned his head to look at Lin Xun.

At the moment when his eyes touched, Lin Xun was slightly stunned.

The man stared at him, with a look he knew before.

He pursed his lips and finally said, "Nice."

Dongjun smiled, his hand gently on the piano key: "My father doesn't like listening to me playing the piano."

Lin Xun: "Why?"

Dongjun said: "He said that there is no emotion in my piano. There are many things in the world that can do well without emotion, but music is not."

Lin Xun: "Is that the code?"

Many people think that writing code is a tedious and repetitive mechanical operation. Perhaps in Dongjun's eyes, this is just a skill that makes perfect, but he actually does not want to hear such an answer.

Dongjun: "No."

Lin Xun blinked.

Dongjun: "The code needs a soul."

Lin Xun rolled his eyes: "Does your code have a soul?"

"So I will find the soul of the code," Dong Jundao said, "I haven't had it for a long time, but..."

Not finished, Lin Xun said: "You!"

Dongjun raised his eyebrows slightly.

Lin Xun smiled: "You're so annoying."

Dongjun: "Where are you bothering?"

"I want to talk to you about some serious issues, not to listen to this--"

He was dragged to the piano cover by Dongjun's wrist.

Dongjun: "What is this?"

Lin Xun: "...this kind of bullshit."

Anyone who has taken a serious computer class knows that the "soul of code" has always been a good name for algorithms. Combined with the context, this person's answer looks serious, but he is not seriously answering the question.

"I can't be serious now." Dong Jun's voice fluttered in Lin Xun's ear, low and slow, repeating the sentence he sent today.

--"love you."

There is a gentle magnetic field in his voice, and the monsoon and ocean currents are governed by it. Migratory birds will follow the guidance of the magnetic field and flutter southward for a long time until they fall into the warm water.

Anyway Lin Xun fell into it.

He did not want to describe in detail what happened later. If these things happen in the world of shells, then the two of them will be expelled from the system without a doubt, and the account will be locked, and no further access will be allowed within three days. In addition to this, this evening was supposed to be the time to read the paper, but later it was not read.

Facts have proved that not only early love affects learning, but also late love.