The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

Lan Lan received a call from Wen Song, saying that she wanted to buy a car.

He doesn't have any special high requirements for the scooter, and it is enough to buy one that is pleasing to the eye for three to four million yuan. After a little shopping in the store to pick one, the whole set of procedures will be completed in two or three days.Lan Lan helped the staff officer, and asked him why he was in such a hurry to pick up the car.

Wen Song: "Because I don't want to walk."

"..."

Lan Lan became more and more confused about his brain circuit, "It's only a few steps from school to your house."

Of course not just for those few steps.Wen Song didn't tell him that he lived in a hotel recently, and drove to and from school every morning and evening for convenience.

In addition to attending classes, he also practices piano and painting every day. He is still busy with his own affairs during the day, and his daily schedule has not been affected. He only goes to the hotel to spend the night at night.I go out early and return late every day, bring some food when I come back at night, and order a takeaway breakfast before leaving in the morning.Having Qin Tan is like having a pet.

Such a change has troubled Qin Qin.The hotel room is just that big, and the presence of one more person—or the illusion of one more person—is very obvious.In particular, I have to eat two meals a day, morning and evening. Compared with the previous eating frequency, it can be regarded as overeating. I vomited several times before I gradually got used to it.

He wanted to drive the intruder out of his mind, but the newcomer's pink head had a face very similar to Wen Song's.From this, it can be more confirmed that it is an illusion, and it is even more reluctant to refuse.

Fortunately, the medicine is basically taken twice a day, otherwise Wen Song would have to come back at noon to stare at him.

He lives like a primitive man, he doesn't care about the outside world at all and doesn't use mobile phones at all. Only by meeting in person every day can he confirm whether he is still alive.For the convenience of coming and going, Wen Song even took away his room card.He didn't need it himself in the room anyway.In the past week, he didn't notice it at all, and even if he found out, he probably wouldn't care.

At least I watched him settle down without incident.Qin Lin didn't urge him to move out.

He sleeps all day.I took the medicine in the morning and slept until the afternoon, and took the medicine at night and slept until the morning.He didn't have to go to class on weekends. Taking advantage of his drowsy sleep in the morning, Wen Song pulled the precious glass jar out of his arms, and finally saw clearly what was inside.

Sealed with a cork.There is only one towel in it, which looks like the bathroom products provided by the hotel.Wen Song quietly took the curtain and looked closely at the light. There were light yellow water stains on it, like traces left after liquid evaporated.

He kept a towel as a pet?

Wen Song looked left and right and couldn't figure it out, so he quietly took a photo and sent it to Dr. Duan as a small report.Even Doctor Duan couldn't tell the exact cause of the symptoms, so he could only continue to guess by himself.

This day, Qin Qin woke up empty in his arms, sat up in shock, and saw that the pink head appeared earlier than usual, sitting on the small coffee table beside the bed to set dinner.The glass jar was on the cushion opposite him.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the person on the bed suddenly stiffen like a dead carp. Wen Song pointed to the glass jar: "Does it need to eat?"

"..."

Qin Tan was silent for a while.

"give me back."

Wen Song watched him carefully stuff the glass jar back under the bed, and guessed that it might be a prop for him to warm his bed.

Most of the time, he doesn't speak, and only responds a few words when he is forced to respond. It's probably because he subconsciously thinks it's crazy to talk to someone who doesn't exist.

Wen Song not only dared to nag, he was so angry after urging him to eat that he wanted to beat him up with the quilt every minute.

But occasionally I wonder if it was because of my appearance that he became like this.

If Wen Song never appeared.If Wen Song has been a virtual chat partner on the Internet from beginning to end, someone who can be replaced by other friends.

Will he be able to walk alone like before, living a unique and free and easy life.

You can't think deeply about this kind of thing, especially when you can't sleep at night, you will be depressed by yourself.Wen Song would rather think about other messy things.Just when the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, Qin Qin came out of the shower, and he looked up and down recklessly.

Since everyone thinks that he is just a hallucination, what are you doing so blindly?What kind of shorts do you wear when you live alone?

The abdominal muscles are not obvious.

But the body is still the familiar outline, with kisses, hugs, touches that have been suppressed for a long time, and indescribable memories that are about to move.Wen Song felt a little itchy when he saw it, and wanted to touch the feeling of nostalgia.Just as he stretched out his hand, Qin Tan watched him take a big step back vigilantly, refusing to be touched.

"..."

Pretend to be a little white rabbit.Wen Song snorted disdainfully, turned his back to him, thought about taking revenge first and then settled accounts with him, and thought that one of the side effects of taking medicine seemed to be the attenuation of sexual drive, and his heart sank.

Too bad, it won't affect the indescribable in the future.

The mattress on the other side of the double bed sagged, and Qin Qin didn't move after lying down.He was quiet for a few minutes, but he still couldn't help turning back to take a look, watching his eyes slip down, worried.

I want to reach out and poke it, but I feel that this kind of action is too obscene.

The next day, he thought of a way to leave his clothes outside when he went to take a shower, and coughed a lot before coming out of the shower to attract attention.

Qin Qin watched him come out of the bathroom naked, and slowly lifted his feet to put on his underwear. When the thin cloth was pulled to his waist, he deliberately let go of his hand suddenly, with a soft slap.The soft flesh around the waist and the wrapped buttocks rebounded and trembled.

Qin Tan stared straight at him, and when he came back to his senses, he blushed and pulled the quilt over his head to sleep.

Wen Song achieved his goal, sitting on the edge of the bed laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

It seems that I have never seen such a pure Qin Qin.Responsive and shy.

But in the next few days, Qin Qin treated him even more coldly, as if he felt sorry for Wen Song for being so hard on Pink's head.Consciously turn a blind eye to him, and even stare at a certain direction in the air suddenly, and shout "Wen Song" hurriedly there.

It was the one calling him fantasy.

Wen Song gradually got used to it, and when he heard it, he walked to the spot he was staring at, looked at him and asked, "What are you doing?"

Qin Qin would be stunned for a while, then turn away disappointed and annoyed, or get under the quilt and stop talking.

He has been taking medicine regularly lately.Wen Song consulted a doctor. The hallucination that accompanied him at the beginning was becoming blurred or gradually disappearing, which might make him feel anxious and irritable.

In recent days, this kind of situation has a tendency to develop. Wen Song just noticed that the pills that Qin Qin took face to face after eating in the morning would secretly pick his throat and spit it out after he left the room.

How can I manage this?You can't keep an eye on him all day long to see if he vomits medicine secretly.Wen Song was in a hurry and quarreled with him unilaterally. Before he could say a few words, he saw him get into the quilt and hide.There is nothing wrong with pretending you don't exist.

Wen Song: "..."

Really want to get punched.

Persuading and persuading but not listening, scolding him will only be counterproductive.If it goes on like this, he might really be sent to the hospital.Wen Song was disturbed and had a headache, so he sat in the other corner of the room to calm down alone.Turning on the small stereo originally wanted to soothe my emotions, but a mournful love song came out in a timely manner.

[When love becomes torture

Who dares to talk about free and easy

how to start over

[…]

He was about to switch to another song when a familiar voice came from the stereo.

"I'm going to finish class soon! Where are you going to eat at night? When are you coming to pick me up~ I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry..."

Wen Song: "..."

What is this!

He listened cautiously for another 2 minutes, goose bumps aroused by his coquettish tone.The on-screen display list on the stereo left a play record, and there were dozens of paragraphs forward, all of which were the call records of the two when they were in love secretly recorded by Qin Qin.Because the loop has passed too many times, even if the Bluetooth is disconnected, the local cache is kept and can be played normally.

But who would record such things in advance during the love period?What is the difference between writing a will at a young age?

Wen Song started to get angry again, regardless of his illness or disaster, he picked up the pillow and threw it on the bed, "You never thought about getting along with me from the beginning, did you?"

"How can you be so selfish! Keep everything for yourself!"

"..."

The quilt on the bed shook.Qin Qin popped his head out to see him continue to play the call record while he was angry.

Unexpectedly, after a few minutes of listening, his embarrassment disappeared, and he was still a little fascinated by himself. Wen Song remembered some of the phone calls, and when he heard familiar parts, he could even reproduce the live version with that coquettish tone.Suddenly he played with himself.

confusing behavior. "Go to bed. I won't scold you today."

He ignored Qin Tan and played for a while on his own. After guessing that the person lying flat on the bed had already fallen asleep, he turned off the stereo, covered his face and cried silently.Joy in bitterness, extreme joy gives birth to sorrow.

Qin Tan didn't like the bright light in the room, and the curtains were kept drawn during the day.I don't like to turn on the lights at night, but I can open the curtains, and the neon lights in the buildings outside will scatter in. I can basically meet the general needs of the room without reading or writing.

Wen Song tiptoedly pushed the sofa chair to the window, staring at the night scene outside the window in a daze.

The "Eyes of the City" can be seen from here.The high spire is covered with star-like lights. He once went to the highest floor with Qin Tan and looked into the distance in the long night.

That's where they first went.Qin Tan said that it was already the first date in his heart.

As far as he was concerned, his college life in City C seemed to be truly alive from that day on.

Wen Song logged on to Weibo, looked through the chat history again, followed the original conversation, and watched Qin Tan request to meet again that day.

Since then, it has been discovered that the id of the warm water delivery service is the little junior who has never been anywhere.

If possible, Wen Song would like to chat with him again as a warm water delivery service, perhaps the effect of persuasion will be much better.At least he will believe that it is the real Wen Song who is chatting with him.

But now he is completely disconnected from the network.The mobile phone had run out of power a long time ago and automatically shut down, leaving it on the bedside table without paying attention.Because that unintentional "I'll never see him again" was like a death sentence.He was not as generous as he imagined, and he couldn't calmly watch Wen Song have a new lover and friend, so he simply hid and couldn't see it, as if it didn't happen.

Wen Song looked through the previous chat records for a long time.When I was still in high school, my schedule was much more regular than now, and I had to go to bed at eleven o'clock every day.Later, when I met Qin Tan on the Internet, it became sleepy chatting in the middle of the night.In fact, the biological clock has been fixed, and it won't be long past eleven o'clock. He always regrets that he was sleepy too quickly and didn't finish the topic. Every time he fell asleep, he still had something to say.

But time has passed, and one day they will be in the same room face to face, and there will be times when they stare and stare and cannot speak properly.

Listening to the soft sobs outside the quilt, Qin Qin didn't feel sleepy, and lay stiffly for half the night, his heart felt like being repeatedly ground by a blunt knife.Until all the movements calmed down, he hesitated and lifted the quilt, and saw him sleeping on the sofa in front of the window.

Qin Qin got out of bed, squatted beside him, and looked at his face carefully under the moonlight.Thinking is painful, the brain works like a rusty machine, and after the perception is confused, it is impossible to distinguish one's own state by color.But don't think too hard, this is Wen Song's face, like a white and flawless flower petal, dew rolls down, tears are still wet on his cheeks, his lips are pursed and his brows are frowning, sleeping restlessly.

Qin Qin stretched out his hand and hung it a few centimeters above his body, not daring to drop it.I am afraid that what I fall will touch the air, and I am afraid that I will really touch the body temperature of people, which will prove that I am even more crazy.

After hesitating for a long time, Qin Qin withdrew his hand, went back to the bed silently, and dragged the quilt to cover him.

It was uncomfortable to sleep with your head tilted on the sofa, but such a heavy quilt was pressed on your body, Wen Song opened his eyes at once, and was startled when he saw him, "... why didn't you sleep."

Qin Tan froze for a moment, showing a tangled expression, and began to think slowly.

He woke up instantly.Wen Song slept very deeply.He is not Wen Song.

But he also has a lovely face, a beautiful voice when he speaks, delicious food and sweet drinks.

Qin Tan didn't know that he stood there like a sculpture and thought for a long time.Wen Song yawned without urging him, rubbed his face to wake up, and waited quietly for his next move.

Qin Qin finally thought it over, pulled a pillow and sat on the floor mat beside his feet, "You, how old are you this year?"

"..."

Wen Song couldn't help laughing, watching him raise his head and seriously ask questions, his heart softened.

This is the first time he has spoken on his own initiative.Not forced to respond, but genuinely wanting to chat, as if determined to get to know a new friend.

It's just that the beginning style is a bit old-fashioned.Wen Song winked at him, "This is my year, brother."

Qin Qin let out an oh.I really couldn't find anything to chat about, so the tone of the conversation suddenly changed, "You look like my boyfriend."

"..."

Wen Song sighed, "If you use this kind of sentence to strike up a conversation with someone in the future, you will definitely... Hey, if it's you, it's really possible to succeed."

Handsome guys are really privileged.The emaciated appearance with sunken eye sockets a few days ago has improved a lot under his feeding, at least it won't scare the children if it is pulled out now.

He thought for a while, and actively cooperated to continue the chat, "You still have a boyfriend? Where is it?"

"I don't know where he is."

"It's easy. If you can give him a call, beg him to come back."

Qin Qin shook his head: "He won't come back."

"What if he comes back?"

"He's not coming back."

Qin Qin said firmly, "He's not stupid."

"..."

Wen Song cleared his throat solemnly: "What if he is just stupid."

"He's not stupid!"

Qin Qin frowned, and retorted fiercely in that tone of "how dare you speak ill of him".Soon he became lonely again, and repeated stubbornly, "He won't come back."

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