The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

During the dinner party all night, Wen Song's happiest moment was when Zheng Xige asked him if he wanted to go back.

The two came from school together, and other members of the club had already taken seats at the barbecue restaurant.Three or four tables are next to each other, barbecue is supplemented by drinking, trash talking is unscrupulous, and meat and vegetables are flying everywhere.

Wen Song didn't expect there to be so many people, but he could see that there were a few freshmen who were forced to come over to cheer for the seniors just like him.

The role of the newcomer is to use it to tease and tease, and the topic is gradually released. The more you don't want to get involved, the more you will be targeted by the good brother.I don't know how to talk about the size I like, but I have to be called and answered one by one.

Wen Song hesitated to make nonsense, "b...well."

This answer was ridiculed by several senior brothers, "Either I like □□ or I like flat chest, what does b mean, it's too common."

Wen Song smiled and said nothing more.

Probably only Qin Qin can say "ordinary is good".

"Sit down for a while and go."

Zheng Xige could see that he didn't like the occasion very much.Thinking that I also urged him to come and play, I feel a little bit sorry, cut up the meat and put it on his plate, jokingly said, "At least I exchanged the money, eat it before leaving."

Wen Song said thank you, chewed in small bites and sighed inwardly.

Although I know it's not good to always be like this, but the food baked by Qin Qin is really more delicious.

They've been to barbecue joints together.Wen Song doesn't like to eat large pieces of meat, it feels greasy, and he doesn't like raw vegetables.But when I go to eat with Qin Tan, I feel full every time.

He will adjust the greasy barbecue dipping sauce - add the juice of small green oranges and other things, the fragrance is very refreshing.He can roast vegetables deliciously, and he can also roast milky steamed buns and marshmallows, because he used to work part-time in a barbecue shop.

Where did you go to work today?

Wen Song knew that he had changed many part-time jobs, but he couldn't imagine what it would be if he needed to travel to a different place.

The store door was pushed open again, and a group of people's attention was focused on the girl at the door.

Her figure is very eye-catching, the simple T-shirt and jeans are enough to show the bumps and plumpness, and the black long straight with a white and red pretty face, the brothers couldn't take their eyes off after arriving at the scene.

"Sorry... I'm late, the part-time job just ended."

She said embarrassedly, "I have a tutor in the evening, and I gave the child a few more questions."

"Yuyou."

The half-drunk senior brother smiled and said, "It's not too late, come and sit beside me, senior brother will grill you abalone."

"..."

Lin Youyou stood where she was, hesitated for two seconds, and subconsciously glanced at other tables.

Wen Song raised his hand unexpectedly, "Student, there is still space on my side."

Although he always thinks of some messy things in his mind, he doesn't like to make dirty jokes about girls.Especially when it was a group dinner, I felt very ashamed of Two-dimensional.

"Thank you."

Lin Youyou sat beside him with a sigh of relief, and said in a grateful tone, "My name is Lin Youyou, a freshman majoring in finance."

"Finance? I also know a senior of your major." He said with a smile, "But I major in physics. My name is Wen Song."

The appearance is very different from that of Sister Yu. Lin Youyou is a shy and inarticulate type with a simple personality. He joined the club because he really likes anime, and he chatted with the three of Zheng Xige.

She was apparently one of the freshmen forced to join in the show.When she was about to eat, Wen Song and Zheng Xige just teamed up to sneak away in the name of sending the girls back to school.Even if the senior brother is dissatisfied, it is not good to force him to stay.

Before leaving, Zheng Xige left his coat on the seat and went in to get it again. When he came out, only Lin Youyou was left at the door, "Where is Wen Song?"

She looked down at her phone, and pointed casually, "It's over there."

Wen Song was sitting on a chair a little far from the store door talking on the phone.Leaning lazily on the back of the chair, holding the mobile phone in one hand, the other hand is hanging in the air, and the fingertips draw a vague outline, as if writing the other party's name silently in the air.

Zheng Xige stood under the eaves and didn't approach him, watching him laughing and talking under the cover of night, he was a little fascinated.

Such a relaxed smile was never really shown in the store just now.

After a while, Wen Song hung up the phone and said that he would not go with the two of them, "Brother Qin will come to pick me up later."

"Senior Brother Qin?" Lin Youyou asked curiously. "The brother who majored in finance?"

"Ah."

Zheng Xige hesitated to speak, and looked at him with a worried expression, "Didn't you say... you want to go back and rest early."

"It's ok."

Wen Song said frankly, "If you're with him, I can come back a little later."

The taxi I had just booked was parked on the side of the road.Wen Song waved his hand, "Send the girl back to the dormitory properly, don't go to strange places."

"..."

"See you at school, Wen Song."

"Mmm, goodbye."

Watching the two get into the car, Wen Song stayed at the door of the shop and waited for Qin Tan.

On the phone, his voice sounded different from usual. It may be that the work during the day is not going well, and he needs someone to chat with to relieve stress or something.It's more reassuring to see each other.

Not long after, another taxi stopped on the side of the road, and the back door opened: "Get in."

Qin Qin is in the back seat.Wen Song got into the car, closed the door, and before turning around, he was hugged firmly by him.

"..."

Is work so unsatisfactory?

The master driver squinted in the rearview mirror, and said something strangely.It seems that Wen Song didn't understand the local dialect in City C, and didn't care too much, "Where are we going?"

"pull over."

However, Qin Qin changed his mind and asked him to get out of the car first, then closed the door himself, and also replied in C city dialect.

The driver's face suddenly became ugly, and he drove away cursing.

Wen Song couldn't help laughing. He probably understood what happened. He curiously asked him what he meant by that sentence, but he confused him and walked across the road with his shoulders. "Jinghu Lake is not far from here. Take a step and go back to sleep."

Mirror Lake is one of the places Wen Song has always wanted to see with his own eyes.The blue waves are vast, the water quality is excellent, and the mountains in the distance are reflected. Rafting in it is like swimming in a mirror. It is very suitable for young people to talk about love.

He thought it was too hot during the day, so he hadn't been here until now. He didn't expect that there would be something special at night.The white stone railings along the coast are wrapped with various night lights, and the small lights are reflected on the lake, sparkling when the wind blows.

There were two painting boats moored nearby, and people's voices could be vaguely heard. It should be the gourmet restaurant that Qin Tan said he was going to eat tonight.

Qin Qin was two steps away from him, and answered Song Qingran's call, saying that he would come back in two days, "You are outside? What are you doing?"

Qin Qin said, "I'm going on a lake tour with a junior brother."

At that time, Wen Song was sitting on the stone steps by the lake.I wore a black long-sleeved T-shirt today. I don’t know what material it is made of. Fleece was stuck all over my body, and I was scratching in frustration.

"Hey, I'm in a good mood." Song Qingran didn't know the situation, but he noticed something unusual in his simple sentence.

"Didn't you... say you won't make friends with anyone in the future?"

This time, the answer was different from usual.

Qin Qin looked at the little junior brother who was pulling his hair, and the joy in his eyes almost overflowed, "He is not an ordinary person."

"..."

This dress is no longer available.Wen Song was worried while pulling: "What will I do when the aunt who sweeps the floor comes and scolds me?"

"Aunt sweeping the floor doesn't have such good eyes."

After talking on the phone, Qin Qin sat down beside him. He took out a cigarette and was about to light it. Somehow, his hand slipped and the lighter fell out.

Qin Qin was stunned for a while, and looked down at the slightly trembling fingers, but didn't pick them up.

Wen Song didn't think much about it, he leaned over to pick it up and slapped it, and a small blue flame burst out, "Here."

I also helped Wenyu light cigarettes at home. Although I don't understand why everyone likes to smoke this, I occasionally think that his smoking posture is very beautiful.

Qin Qin's smoking posture is also very good-looking, biting the cigarette, bowing his head and lighting it next to his hand, inhaling deeply and then exhaling slowly, his movements are lazy but methodical.After coming out of the studio, the make-up and hair have not been cleaned up. The hair style meticulously done by the makeup artist perfectly sets off the profile of the face. Every strand of hair is so handsome that it should be on the cover of a magazine.

Qin Qin could feel the eager eyes from beside him without turning his head, "Why are you staring at me?"

Wen Song casually found a reason to hide the fact that he coveted his beauty, "Is there any more? I want it too."

Qin Tan raised his eyebrows, and put away the cigarettes and lighters in front of him.

Wen Song snorted, as if he was a little disappointed, "It's fine if you don't let me smoke."

"Don't act like you're being disciplined by me."

Qin Qin was unmoved, "You don't smoke at all, right? It's just a casual mention."

"How do you know I can't?" Wen Song said deliberately.

"Because I've always been good, I gave you the impression that I don't smoke."

Qin Qin suddenly smiled. "You are not good."

He said, "You are a willful person, Wen Song."

"You only do what you want to do, don't you? Fortunately, most of the things you want to do are basically in line with the expectations of the people around you, so you seem obedient. Of course you are willing to behave obediently, because the things themselves are already in place. It's moving in the direction you're happy with."

"But what do you think is the most interesting? If one day, what you want to do is not expected by most people, Wen Song, I bet you will do it according to your own temperament."

He said with great anticipation, "I really want to see that day come."

"..."

Wen Song found that he was very different from his usual state.

He said a lot at once, relying on his amazing insight to strike precisely, and mercilessly poke people's pain points.Even though they have been getting along well all the time, it is inevitable that they will feel a sense of astonishment at this time.

The boundary between suggestion and criticism was blurred, and Wen Song even felt a little conceited, "It's the first time someone said that about me."

"Surprised? Relax, it's nothing, I'm often scared by myself too."

Qin Qin said indifferently, "Your life is already ideal. You can live comfortably and be an ordinary kid from a rich family smoothly and happily. Do you want to listen to some music? I just think playing some music would make the atmosphere better. "

"...anything is fine."

Wen Song said, "You know, I don't like anything."

He put the phone on the ground, and the first random play was Brahms' Hungarian Waltz, "But you listen to classical music. We listened to your playlist on the subway last week, and there are many piano sonatas in the list. What was your classical music enlightenment?"

"That's what I use to help me sleep."

Wen Song thought for a while: "As for enlightenment... it should be "Tom and Jerry."

Qin Qin laughed loudly, leaned over and pinched his cheek, "You are so cute."

"..."

Wen Song's face became hot.

If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't smell alcohol, he would almost have thought that Qin Qin was drunk.

The conversation lasted until late at night, and he hadn't had enough time to chat. He could hardly keep up with Qin Qin's jumping thoughts—there were so many and complicated topics, the speed of speech was so fast, and his desire to express was so strong that it broke through the sky.He couldn't figure out what kind of difficult work he had gone through during the day, so that he rebounded so badly after a day of depression.

In this state of unusual excitement, Qin Qin's whole body seemed to be glowing, more radiant than before.

Not even content to just sit and chat, he jumped onto the narrow stone railing along the shore of the lake and walked in the night with a brisk tone, "Writing a song is very simple, a few chords can produce a melody, but the lyrics It was too difficult, and the contract was very expensive, so I had to write it myself."

"It would be great if you could convert the things in your mind into words and transmit them directly by your thoughts. It would save a lot of effort. If you study physics, can you make such a machine in the future? It should be very useful."

"I'm afraid I won't make it, and I don't want to use it."

Wen Song refused righteously, "There are some shameful things in my mind."

Qin Tan laughed again, his body shaking slightly.

Wen Song was afraid that he would accidentally fall into the water, and just about to remind him, he heard him ask excitedly, "Can you dance?"

This one just happened to be Mozart's minuet, and the melody of the violin was cheerful and clear, elegant and romantic.

Wen Song sat on the steps and watched him give himself a gentlemanly salute, and gracefully rotate and leap on the narrow stage, like an aristocratic youth in a tuxedo shuttling through a magnificent ballroom, but Indulge in this endless night lake view.

The night is alluring, but it is not the night itself that is alluring, but the people who are addicted to the night.

Wen Song stared at him intently with incredible eyes, full of wonder.

Even though she always knew that Qin Tan was not a mediocre person, she never felt his uniqueness so strongly like tonight.

In him, Wen Song felt that his imagination had become scarce.He is like an artist, or more like a work of art itself, the kind of person he has never seen so far, and it is almost impossible to meet again in the future.He is the magnificent music in the ear, which makes people feel that even if they are only intertwined with him for a moment, in their ordinary life, there will be a certain note that will be lit up the moment they pass by.

How can there be such a person?

How could anyone take their eyes off him?

When the music was about to end, Wen Song thought that he should at least applaud to show his surprise.Qin Qin stepped on the last beat, stopped abruptly, looked at him and smiled.

Wen Song didn't know how to describe his smile, or that look in his eyes - in fact, it was just like the look in his eyes when he said "go or not" one night.

I'm asking if I dare.

But this time, Wen Song failed to experience that expectation and impulsiveness again, only the anxiety hanging high.

"I want to leave here."

He smiled and said, "Now."

He looked directly at Wen Song, and fell backwards, as if falling into a long-awaited soft embrace—falling into the icy lake.