The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

"When you wake up, you will definitely laugh at me." Wen Song dug his coat and buried his face in his arms, too ashamed to lift his head, but complained, "I knew clearly that your words didn't count... ...You left me by the side of the road, and almost threw me into the river...You still, you left me in the shop to cut my hair by myself!"

"I'm not kidding you."

Qin Qin couldn't help laughing, "Sorry...I didn't expect you to be so clingy."

It turned out that just being away for a short while would make him unhappy. "You should know that this will make me like you more, right?"

"..."

Wen Song quickly raised his head and stared at him, wondering with embarrassment whether all musicians are as smooth as he is when they talk about love, he doesn't even care about "when did he put his hand on my ass/butt", full of heart After it's all over, I want to become Lan Lan's idiot who idles his brain when he talks about feelings, and even thinks it's a good idea to give up thinking if he can't figure it out.

Just give up this one night.It shouldn't matter, right?

Even my closest friend Song Qingran is so sure, maybe he really likes me?

When he came back to his senses, he had unconsciously spoken out his inner activities.

"Why do you like staying with me?"

Qin Qin thought for a while, and found a strange adjective: "Because you are...comfortable."

"How can I make you comfortable..."

He subconsciously asked back. As soon as he said the words, he realized that his sentence was even weirder, but he didn't explain or continue talking. He even pursed his lips nervously and dodged his eyes.

It was as if the brain felt a kiss before the lips—he knew there was going to be one, but he had no intention of running away.Qin Qin's hands slowly climbed up his back, caressed his temples, and gently combed them into the soft hair, forcing him to raise his face slightly.

It wasn't the first time he saw Qin Tan's eyes, which were overly affectionate, as if he had not only known him for half a semester, but had liked him for half his life.Or maybe it is because of being loved so much by the heavens that one is born with such affectionate eyes, which can be magnified to ten percent even if there is a third of affection.

No one can escape the gaze of these eyes.

No one can escape this tender kiss.

It's a real kiss.Wen Song thought confusedly.It's different from the previous ones, it's not encroachment, but invitation, it's a little bit of deep seduction, so good that people want to swallow him.In front of this kiss, even if it is the end of the world, you have to queue up at the back with the number plate of love, and it will not be allowed to happen until after he finishes kissing.

Except for his weak legs in the middle of the journey, and being supported by Qin Qin's elbows to lean on his body, everything can bear the word "beautiful".

"..."

Thinking about it was still too disappointing, he tried to find a reason to save face, and explained to himself panting, "I've been walking for too long and I'm tired."

Qin Qin kindly accepted this reason, and consciously squatted down, his movements and postures became more and more proficient, "Then go back?"

"Oh." Wen Song climbed onto his back, took out his phone and called a car. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a handsome back of his head. He couldn't help but think of Rua and felt that such a small gesture was too sweet, too... like a couple.

Has anyone else thought about it that way?

"Tell me now while I decide not to argue with you." Feeling jealous, he finally asked the question he had been thinking about all along, "Before you were like that... how many people have you kissed?"

Qin Qin smiled, and answered rigorously, "Wen Song that day, and Wen Song today."

"……what?"

Wen Song froze for a moment, unbelievable: "Is it just me?"

"Do not believe?"

"But what about your ex-girlfriends? They say you've had a lot of girlfriends."

"I've never had an ex-girlfriend, and I've never been in a relationship."

Qin Qin added, "I haven't had a boyfriend either."

He didn't realize how happy the person on his back was when he heard it.

The rumored brainwashing package really can't be believed.

What, it turned out to be only me.

They went back to the main road and parked on the side of the road to wait for the taxi to pick them up.I don't know if it was because the streetlights here were too bright and dazzling, so he put Wen Song on the ground, and the passing vehicles in the corner of his eyes had afterimages for a moment when he stood upright.

How can there be such a fast car in an urban area with a speed limit of [-].He shook his head to himself, and was taken aback when he went to see Wen Song again.

The outline of the person in front of him became blurred, and a familiar tone came from it, with a little awkwardness and unconscious joy, "Ahem, you'd better tell the truth."

"..."

"Ah, it seems to be that one."

Wen Song was in a good mood, beckoning to the approaching vehicles, and said while opening the door, "Why don't you stay with me tonight? I have to watch you so I can rest assured."

"I can't sleep well living with you."

Qin Qin forced a smile, sat in the back seat with him, and pulled the balloon in with him.The moment the car door closed, a sharp howling sounded through his mind.

Like a sharp nail driven into the temple.He clenched his fingers in pain, and then he gritted his teeth and held back his voice.

"Actually, the sofa in my study can be stretched out to lie down. Last time I fell asleep so fast that I didn't have time to tell you... Are you okay?"

Wen Song saw a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, "Is the air conditioner turned on too warm? Driver driver, please open the window for ventilation."

Qin Qin shook his head and said it's okay, "Buckle your seat belt."

"Understood." Wen Song pulled the seat belt with his backhand, always feeling that his expression was not right, "Why don't we go to the hospital? It's still early anyway."

"I don't want to go to the hospital."

Qin Tan refused without hesitation, turned his face away and looked out the window, and stopped talking.

Wen Song noticed that his attitude had changed after getting in the car, perhaps because he said something he didn't like to hear.He knew what the situation was like, and he didn't like being forced to go to the hospital, "That's fine."

But a corner of my heart collapsed silently, and the lowered car windows began to pour cold air into it.

In Qin Qin's eyes, the long-dreaded terror is spreading rapidly.

Trees and houses along the road turned the same color.The field of vision dimmed, the street lights along the way went out one by one, and everything happened silently, like an immersive silent movie.

He didn't dare to turn his head, because he knew he would see Wen Song's gray face.

"Ah, that's... eh, it doesn't seem to be snow."

The swaying raindrops recede back, and are coated with a layer of high light by the warm-colored street lamps.Wen Song held the balloon with both hands and stuck it on the car window to look out. He was afraid that the balloon would fly out, so he made the gap smaller, and then stuck out half of his palm. After feeling it for himself, he said regretfully, "It's just raining."

"……It's raining."

Qin Tan followed him and repeated meaninglessly.

"On the way here today, you said you were going to the north to see the snow."

Wen Song withdrew his hand, turned his head to look at him and asked, "Have you ever been to a city in the north? Is it snowing there now?"

Qin Qin had no choice but to look back, the horror in his heart anxiously spreading into despair.

He couldn't answer such a simple question, his thinking and language abilities were uncontrollable, his brain was slowly going on strike, like the friction sound of old gears, the creaking sound was disgusting, resounding all over his body. Empty body.

He didn't understand why Wen Song said this, and what Wen Song was thinking.He was trapped in this body, and he couldn't escape to objectively judge the current situation.The "third-person perspective" that he was proud of not long ago - the kind of trick he used to defend against damage - did not work on Wen Song at the moment.

why?

Does Wen Song need no defense?Is it someone who will never hurt him?

but why?

Is there really anyone in this world who can be absolutely trusted?If you can't see him clearly, how can you trust him?

"It's okay, you can play later."

Wen Song didn't get a response for a long time, so Wen Song had to change the topic by himself, "Or do you... have any special place you want to go?"

Qin Qin replied in a somewhat mechanical tone, and said dryly, "I want to go...to a place where no one knows me."

"Ah, that should be done sooner rather than later."

Wen Song laughed, "When you become famous in the future, more and more people will know you."

"..."

Qin Tan kept silent, but there were noisy noises in his mind that kept churning out, muddling his mind arbitrarily, and he was so painful that he couldn't make a sound.

Why don't you go to practice piano?Why haven't you written a new song yet?

When will you become famous like this?How can you forgive me?After a full minute, when Wen Song thought the conversation was over, he suddenly heard his suppressed question:

"Why do you have to force me to become famous?"

"I didn't mean to force you...why ask?"

Wen Song was startled, looking to the side, the neon lights outside the window flashed an unusually sharp light for a moment, illuminating a pale face, "You don't look very well."

He just raised his hand, and before he stretched it out, he saw Qin Qin dodging back, looking at him with gray eyes, with a look of respect and fear, like a man who realized that he said something wrong and did something wrong The child who waited to be scolded afterwards said, "...I'm sorry."

Qin Qin untied the balloon rope from his hand, let go and shouted to the driver, "Stop."

"Wait... where are you going?!"

The car stopped slowly on the side of the road. Wen Song saw that he opened the door and jumped out before the car stopped. He was so frightened that his heart stopped, and he moved towards him slowly, "I'll go with you."

Qin Qin grabbed the balloon and blocked him in the car: "Will you wait for me to come back?"

return?Back to where?

Wen Song didn't understand, "But I..."

"I'll go home, and you'll go home too. Let's do this... okay?"

"Can……"

"I'll be back. I'll be back, okay?"

He repeated it, more like talking to himself, and finally took a look at Wen Song.

"wait for me."

**

Wen Song thought, when Qin Qin asked "Is it okay", he never refused.

Too useless.

When a person got off the car at the entrance of the community and walked in, he seemed to understand the feelings of that poor kid Zhou Gan—so angry that his feet were itchy when he saw the electric poles and trash cans on the side of the road.

Lost myself on the road again!

again!

How can there be such a person?Turning faces is faster than turning pages.

After kissing for so long just now, I suddenly couldn't bear to stay in the same car anymore!

Even though he knew that those emotions were largely beyond Qin Qin's control, he still couldn't help but blame himself.

He was angry that he couldn't help at all, and what was even more angry was that Qin Tan didn't let him help at all. When he went downstairs and saw the trash can, he tore off the scarf and threw it into it.Severely vent his anger on himself——

This thing smells like him and is not allowed in my house!

Until he entered the elevator, the two balloons floating above his head happened to be in the middle of the elevator door.The blocked elevator door couldn't close after being touched twice: "..."

He didn't know how he felt pity for one balloon, and he even tied the one left by Qin Tan to his rope and brought it back.

I forgot about them when I threw the scarf just now, it’s too cold outside and I’m too lazy to go out.Wen Song took a deep breath and pulled the rope in, pulling both balloons in.

The elevator door closed smoothly, and he had to take the two rabbit heads home.

The elevator at the door opened with a ding: "Yo, I'm about to call you."

Lan Lan squatted in front of his door, and cheerfully shook her phone at him, "It's really time to come back, we have a good understanding."

"...Why are you here?"

"You still have the nerve to say it, but you suddenly called me crying and asked me to pick it up in a car and then suddenly said no, I almost thought you couldn't think about jumping into the river!"

"..." No crying, okay?

He was almost picked up and thrown headfirst into the river.Wen Song didn't have the strength to explain, so he entered the password to open the door, "Didn't I send you a WeChat message later to say it was all right?"

"It's just such a perfunctory sentence, it doesn't look like it's all right, okay. After thinking about it, I still have to come and see you."

Lan Lan stood up with her waist supported, weighed the bag in her hand, and said, "Hey, I bought beer downstairs, and I'll order fried chicken later."

"I don't want to watch any Marvel movies today."

"Oh, you can do it, just eat it."

Fortunately, the one who came was a friend who was too familiar. Wen Song just let him in. He didn't need to spend time entertaining him. He just turned on the heater and worried about himself.

By the time I got out of the hot shower, the takeaway had already arrived.The smell of fried chicken wafted in the living room, and Lan Lan was tearing up a whole chicken while wearing disposable gloves.

"Eat something?"

At night, he kept staring at Qin Tan for fear of accidents, so he basically didn't eat anything, and he felt hungry now.But seeing Lan Lan handing over the disassembled chicken wings, she still shook her head, nestled on the sofa sleepily, covered her cheeks with a slumped face, "I don't want to eat it. Toothache."

"It hurts at night?"

"I don't know, it just hurts today."

"It might be an inflammation. I'll find time to go to the hospital later."

Maybe it's a toothache from being angry.Wen Song didn't speak.

Lan Lan pouted at the hydrogen balloon floating in the living room again, "Why did you bring this thing back?"

"Qin Qin gave it to me."

Lan Lan snorted, this little trick is for fun, Senior Brother Qin is quite good at handling little boys, "Then why did he go and not come back with you?"

"Retreat."

"..."

I feel like I just said "oh".Lan Lan put down the chicken leg in her hand and expressed concern about his mental state, "Then what's wrong with you?"

As soon as he came out of the bathroom, his little face was flushed with steam, and there was nothing unusual about his complexion, but the energy of speaking was obviously wrong.

Wen Song pursed his dry lips and said weakly, "I may be crazy."

The more I think about it when I take a shower, the more scared I become.

He clearly saw Qin Qin's irritability, normal people would have already run away in such a situation, right?Even if you want to care about your friends, you should send them to the hospital for isolation as soon as possible to ensure safety.And what did he do?Accompanying him indulgently, continuing to indulge while being angry, seems to be fascinated and trapped in the same fanatical state.There is no reason at all.

The realization that followed made him feel even more uneasy.

If at that time, Qin Qin proposed to fall in love with him again—if the sentence "I haven't dated a boyfriend" was followed by "Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Wen Song thought that he would probably agree.

He will absolutely say yes.

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little goodbye

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