The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

Brother Qin's family named their children in a somewhat sloppy style.

Qin Qin himself didn't want to comment on this: "Go for a walk and go down the mountain, it's getting dark."

Anyway, it took so much effort to come up.Wen Song carefully visited the Bodhisattva, but knew that he had no faith and was not sincere, so he didn't have the nerve to make a wish.After the visit, take another road down the mountain.

The way down the mountain is better.Qin Qin cooperated with him to slow down his pace, taking it as a walk without rushing.Encountered a downhill on the way, the scenery is beautiful, and a blessing corridor was built.

The railings on both sides of the several-hundred-meter-long stairway are already covered with layers of red ribbons, which look beautiful when blown by the wind.

It happened that there were no tourists, so Wen Song took out his mobile phone to take pictures.The background is a dark green pine forest, and the corridor is a quaint old wood color, extending from the forest to the outside world.Thanks to this unique composition, as a beginner in photography, he felt that he took super-level photos every time he was in place, and he had a lot of fun shooting from different angles.

Qin Qin also took a second look, as if thinking of something, told him to wait where he was, and went to buy a piece of red silk to bring back.Smoothed out and tied to the railing like everyone else did.

In the pile of red ribbons that said "xxx and xx are friends forever" and "xxx I love you forever", Wen Song couldn't guess what he wrote, and felt that he probably didn't write anything.

The ribbon was fluttered by the wind passing through the corridor, yearning for the residual warmth of his fingertips.He is in this beautiful composition, not obtrusive, but adding color to the picture.

Wen Song didn't miss another chance, and immediately snapped a picture and showed it to him on the way back.

It's a pity that there are only photos taken when going down the mountain in the album.When I went up the mountain, I was only panting, so I didn't have the mood to enjoy the scenery.

Thinking of the place where he stopped on the way up the mountain, Wen Song muttered to himself, "What do you think... that longan tree will look like when it blooms?"

"Then wait until the next time it blooms and come and see." Qin Tan said.

He nodded deeply, and repeated it involuntarily after a few seconds.

Qin Qin glanced at him, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes, "Like me?"

Wen Song haha ​​ha ha ha ha vague past, did not refute.

I just think that when he said that sentence, the rhythm of the tongue rolled up and down is very pleasant.

Wait until the next flowering, let's see together again.

**

After sending the younger brother home, Qin Qin went to the bar as usual.

Tonight, Boss Chen said he was going to hold a rock concert, and he brought several of his friends over.Just after ten o'clock, the venue became extremely dry. A group of people moved away from the wine table to dance disco, and the speakers were turned on loudly.

In the special session for acquaintances, people kept jumping on stage to sing and take the lead in dancing, and the atmosphere of playing by yourself was enough.Qin Tan saved his energy and spent most of his time hiding behind the bar and lazing around, even applauding those who were in tune.

He likes various types of music, electronic music is one of them.I used to work as a DJ in several nightclubs when I was a part-time job, and I had a lot of fun when the atmosphere was good.Now I consciously stay away from highly stimulating scenes, and occasionally feel nostalgic.

Qin Qin thought, he hasn't brought Wen Song here yet.

Wen Song generally doesn't stay out late. He doesn't like to stay up late, doesn't like music, and doesn't like to go to noisy places.The impression of each other's preferences took shape during getting along, and he knew that Wen Song would not like such a place too much.But I always felt that one day, he would bring people over to have a look.

Because this is where he likes it.

It may be too early.Wen Song is not necessarily willing to accommodate his hobbies, and he doesn't like to be rejected by others - but he often rejects others.

Qin Qin was suddenly surprised.

What they like seems to be very far apart - think of those good comic books, and look at the lively dance floor in front of them.They can't even understand each other's hobbies, but still feel very chatty with each other.

So what do they talk about every day?

Wen Song's WeChat message came at this time.

[I can't find my contact lenses, qaq, did I drop it on the way]

Qin Qin replied casually without thinking.

【Isn't it in your eyes】

Half a minute later, another one came.

【found it!Luckily it's still in my eyes! 】

Qin Tan: "..."

Is it everyday like this?

Qin Qin pulled the chat history to look up.After getting acquainted, Wen Song became more and more dependent on him, and the chat records in WeChat became longer and longer. Except for going out to play, most of them were chats during fishing in class. He said.

It's just cute.Qin Tan replied that he should go to bed early, thinking that he would have to wear contact lenses in class tomorrow, which would not be easier than taking them off, and then he might have to send a wechat message with a sad face to ask him what to do.

All day tomorrow, he only has two elective courses in the afternoon to take, and originally planned to skip to find Wen Song for dinner.

But Wen Song has other plans.I was supposed to have snacks with him by the lake while the wind was blowing, but I was going to attend a boring party in the club.

He didn't know what to do with the extra time, so he picked out a small project from the shooting invitation to kill tomorrow.

This evening everyone came here in high spirits, tossing and tossing until the middle of the night before going back.He only slept for three or four hours, and Wen Song really sent a WeChat message early the next morning.There were several ding ding dong dong, and I was quite anxious.

As expected, I got up early in the morning and fiddled with the contact lenses, and I didn't put them in for 10 minutes. I asked him if he remembered how the clerk fixed it in one go, and asked him to describe the action.

What is the use of describing.

Qin Tan smiled, and asked him if he could go out, and asked him to go to the classroom slowly to avoid people and cars.

Today's meditation class is scheduled for the first period of the morning class, and I will be late if I toss around at home.Wen Song rushed to the classroom with contact lenses first, and continued to try on the phone before class.

There is nothing on the road, but the blackboard cannot be seen clearly without glasses.When Qin Qin came over, he was sulking at the thin lenses on his fingertips with tears in his eyes.

"Obviously that sister wore it very easily yesterday."

"It's because she wears it very skillfully." Qin Qin reopened a box and pinched his chin, "Don't move."

Wen Song froze and didn't dare to move. With tears in his eyes, he looked at him pitifully, with reddish bloodshot eyes, "I've been trying for a long time, and it hurts my eyes."

Qin Tan looked at it for a few seconds, then suddenly put the lens back into the small box, "I can't do it."

"..."

How can I take this class?

There are professional classes in the afternoon, do you want to sit in the first row?Wen Song has always been the kind of student who studies and fishes silently in the last row, and doesn't like to stay under the nose of the teacher.

When he was struggling, someone came in from the back door and greeted him:

"Wen Song! Good morning."

The two followed the prestige at the same time.Qin Qin turned his back to the door at first, but when he turned his head, Zheng Xige's expression was a little stiff, but he still kept smiling and greeted politely, "Hello, senior brother."

"Morning." Wen Song asked curiously, "How do you know he is a brother?"

"Hi... Senior Brother Qin." Zheng Xige's tone was inexplicable, "Very famous."

He approached, sat on the other side of Wen Song, and saw the contact lenses on the table, "Wear this? Do you want me to help you?"

He is also troubled by myopia. He has much more experience in wearing contact lenses than Wen Song, and his hands-on movements are also very skilled. "I only wear them occasionally when I have activities, so I look handsome. I usually wear frames when I have nothing to do at school. convenient."

Wen Song was pinned by the back of his head, his eyes widened nervously, "I accidentally lost my old glasses...the new ones haven't been ready yet."

I can't help but close my eyes when I wear it.Zheng Xige moved quickly, taking advantage of talking to him to distract his attention, he quickly put it on, and the cool lenses covered his eyeballs, "...that's amazing!"

"Hey, the more you wear it, the more proficient you will be."

Qin Tan watched silently.

Wen Song doesn't like to be too close to people, and if he goes out to play a little more, he doesn't want to join in the fun.This kind of distance between a slap on the back of his head and a kiss and a chat and joke, these two people should have a good relationship.

Very unpleasant.

Qin Tan recalled who this person was in his mind, and always felt a little familiar.

"Ah, the students in my class are here, I have to go and copy an homework. The next class is the teacher's class."

After helping, Zheng Xige didn't stay long, and when he left, he glanced at Qin Tan from a subtle angle, as if he was afraid of meeting his eyes so he didn't look straight in the eye, "I'll have a dinner with you on WeChat tonight?"

"Row."

Wen Song was busy blinking, rolling his eyeballs and sliding the lenses to a comfortable position.Qin Tan patted his forehead, not very hard, with a bit of inexplicable resentment, "Stop blinking."

"Why, take it out on me."

Wen Song didn't take it to heart, and only thought of asking him when he was done with work, "Didn't you have no class this morning, why did you come to school so early in the morning?"

After going out to play together for a long time, we have almost figured out each other's schedules.

Qin Qin said, "I have a job later, and I'm going to the next city. Come here and say goodbye to you."

Wen Song knew that he was working several part-time jobs at the same time. He only thought that he had to work in his spare time, but he didn't expect to be on a business trip.I feel like I can't go out to play in the past few days, "Ah, how long will it take to come back?"

"This afternoon."

"..."

When the class bell rang, Qin Qin didn't stay long and left the classroom through the back door.

Before Wen Song had time to say goodbye to him, the phone vibrated twice, and it appeared on the floating window that it was a message from Zheng Xige.

She only glanced away, and when she looked up again, Qin Tan's figure had disappeared.

**

According to the work address, Qin Tan went to the studio alone.

He doesn't have an assistant, and Chu Chu once reminded him that it would be very inconvenient to handle work like this.He didn't think about it seriously, but today he realized it for the first time.

He's a newcomer, and he's not some popular internet celebrity, and he can't even be called an entry into the industry.On the shooting scene, the model is just a tool, and all matters must be obeyed. If there is any dissatisfaction, they must endure and fully cooperate.

The person in charge of today's project is a middle-aged man with a demonic look, wearing a large printed linen shirt and wearing sunglasses indoors. He has to criticize every link in the whole process, denying the original plan and pointing fingers.

Qin Qin, like the other two models, sat in front of the makeup mirror and waited patiently.Heard him scolding a girl for not ironing her shirt flat enough, and saying that she shouldn't have brought this selection to a shoot at all.Screeching, another 10 minutes wasted.

Qin Qin turned his phone, his eyes fixed on the half-person-high vase in the corner.

Want to break, pick up the pieces and paint on his face.

This thought stayed in his mind for more than a minute. Qin Qin stood up, walked to the vase, and picked it up with his bare hands.

As light as plastic, it is a prop to be used when shooting.

He sighed deeply, put down the vase, returned to the vanity mirror and continued to wait.

"Aren't you tired of waiting? That's how we work." The buddies around him approached him, "Don't touch things indiscriminately, so as not to be picked on. You can play with your phone for a while."

Qin Qin didn't answer, there was a thread in his mind that was tense and painful to pull.

He wasn't quite sure whether it was the occasion or his own fault, but he also thought that he should find something else to divert his attention, so he swiped Weibo twice aimlessly and switched to the private message interface.

The one on top is the little flower.

After going to the Eye of the City, Wen Song never chatted with his trumpet again.

All day today, Wen Song didn't message him again.

In reality, with a senior brother to play with, will the friends on the Internet just ignore it?

If there are students in clubs in the school, are the seniors who are on business trips insignificant?

Little heartless.

Qin Qin didn't understand his mood, as if he was competing with something.But it does not prevent him from realizing that his dependence on Wen Song is also increasing day by day.

I don't know if this is good or bad. After thinking about it for a long time, I feel a little scary.

The filming that was originally planned to be completed in the afternoon was dragged until dark. After work was over, he returned to City C, and when he came out of the station, he was stuffed with flyers.

Instead of going directly into the subway station, he folded the leaflets into paper airplanes in the square in front of the station, aiming at the trash can a few meters away.

Fight if you can fly, and continue to compete if you can't fly.

The paper airplane circled in the air, crashed out of the barrel, and fell to the ground pitifully.

Qin Qin stood there staring at it for a minute, then finally strode forward to pick it up, shoved it roughly into the trash can, and called Wen Song.

There was a lot of excitement on the other end of the phone.Wen Song's voice sounded positive, "I'm planning to go back to the dormitory with my classmates."

"Did you have fun?"

"not bad."

Wen Song noticed, "Is work not going well? You don't sound very happy."

Not far away, the lights on the sidewalk changed, dazzling green.

"Ah."

Qin Qin said, "I miss you all day."