The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

"Have you thought about what happened so long ago?"

"of course."

Wen Song relished, "Once I dreamed that I lost my crutches, and you took me to buy a new one. But just before I got home, I lost it on the way, so I had to help you and go back to buy it. "

"..."

He couldn't see Qin Tan's expression, but heard a light laugh through the music in the earphone, "You never told me this."

"Oh, it's not a glorious thing."

Forget about it after the dream, and I just mentioned it here by the way today.

Unexpectedly, going home later would be particularly exciting, Wen Song was not sure whether it was the crutches that made him excited or something else.Fetish is weird.

If I knew it earlier, I would have mentioned it earlier.

I tossed and tossed when I got home, didn't take care of dinner, and didn't have the energy to go out to eat after tossing.Qin Qin was rarely interested, so he went to the kitchen refrigerator to find some ingredients, diced carrots, potatoes, and ham, and added two pieces of curry to make fried rice.

He was only wearing a pair of baggy shorts.Worried that the oil would splash on him, Wen Song went into the cabinet to find an apron that hadn't been used for 800 years and put it on for him. He leaned against the cabinet and admired it for a while, "You look so gay."

"..."

As an idler who only adds to the chaos, Wen Song was kicked out of the kitchen, and squatted on the balcony to watch the succulents for a while.

The newly bought pajamas are hung aside after they are fresh. He prefers to wear Qin Tan's old clothes at home.These fabrics have been washed countless times, and they are very soft and comfortable to wear next to the skin.He pushed his long sleeves to his elbows, and pinched the plump and plump leaves until he couldn't stop his hands.

It was just when the Wanjia lights were first turned on, and the laughter of the children downstairs chasing and playing could be vaguely heard.The smell of hot oil and curry wafted from the kitchen, which was rarely experienced in his home where the food had been served on delicate plates and bowls when he was called downstairs for dinner.

Such a smoky atmosphere is more like home than home.

He came back from playing around leisurely.Qin Qin put his fried rice on the plate, poured a little oil into the frying pan and heated it over low heat.

Wen Song saw that there was a bowl of beaten egg liquid on the stove.After the oil is heated, the golden egg liquid is poured into the pan to form a slight shape, and the solidified part is clamped with chopsticks and gathered towards the center, slowly turning into a whirlwind-shaped egg cake.

Finally, put it on the rice and draw a smiley face with tomato sauce.

The bells and whistles are pretty good.Wen Song looked greedy, "I want to eat yours too."

The skin of the omelet rice looks so tender, and it is more appetizing than his fried rice under the reflection of the dining table chandelier.But Qin Qin stingily guarded his plate and sat opposite him, eating alone was delicious, "You can't eat it."

What is not available is always in turmoil.When he said he couldn't eat it, he became even more greedy, "Eat a spoonful and you won't die! Just one bite, give me a bite."

"It would be nice to let you take a sip of ketchup."

"..."

Wen Song snorted and pretended to give up. He lowered his head and focused on his fried rice. He choked on two mouthfuls, "I want to drink juice."

Taking advantage of Qin Qin's turning around to open the refrigerator, he seized the opportunity to dig a big mouthful. Sure enough, he chewed more deliciously than his own. Not being greedy, he stretched out a second spoonful, and the act of stealing food stopped at the moment Qin Qin met his eyes. live.

They were all caught anyway.

He quickly popped the second spoonful into his mouth, swallowing it first.

"..."

Qin Qin was angry and funny, put down the juice and carried him to the bathroom to pat his back.

The strength of his hands was much stronger than when he was playing around, Wen Song felt that he was being abused, "Spit it out, I can't spit it out! I've swallowed it all!"

"What if something goes wrong?"

"Just two bites, it's fine."

I haven't touched it for a long time, so it's hard to say if there's anything wrong, but I don't think it's so sensitive in my impression.Wen Song gave his body full trust, and he didn't take it seriously when he was full and nothing happened. He climbed into bed and was gentle before going to bed. He was a little out of breath after kissing.

Not too intense.Compared with the allergies he hasn't had in 800 years, he still has more confidence in his kissing ability. When he turned on the light, he saw small red rashes on his neck and cheeks, so he could only be disciplined honestly.

Fortunately, there are allergy medicines at home, and I recovered after taking them.This is not worry-free, but it gives Qin Tan a strange sense of satisfaction.

It would be great if I could be more inseparable from me - Qin Qin couldn't help thinking.

He even kind of likes little allergic incidents like this.This made him feel that he could not only bring Wen Song unnecessary fatigue and extra trouble, but also give Wen Song protection and care when he was in trouble.

Can the scene in the dream become real?If only they could see the day they age each other.

He is willing to be Wen Song's crutch.

He also hopes that he can dream such a good picture.But this night, he didn't fall asleep all night. Seeing Wen Song sleeping so soundly, he couldn't help leaning over to kiss him when his heart moved, imagining what that magnificent dreamland would look like.

When he woke up the next day, his mood was obviously positive.Wen Song noticed something, and wondered if it was his little allergy that pleased him.

... It's even more strange.

But the result is good on the line.It's not a big deal to be allergic once in a while if it makes him happy.

The two of them had their own classes that day, and not long after they stayed together in the afternoon, the little assistant drove to the school to pick Qin Tan up to the airport.

Qin Qin didn't really want to leave, Wen Song said, "You go, don't forget that I will visit the class tomorrow to surprise you."

Assistant: "..."

Your definition of surprise seems to be different from others.

"and this."

When he went out today, he specially took a new bottle of perfume, leaned over and put it in Qin Qin's luggage bag in the back seat of the car, and put it together with his underwear, "This fragrance, people will know that you are not single as soon as they smell it."

Assistant: "..."

Anyone who has seen Qin Qin reply to your WeChat will know that he is not single.

In the evening, there were people coming and going at the school gate. Qin Qin wanted to hug him before leaving, but he hid him embarrassedly before posting it for a short time. He was hit hard again, and when he got in the car, he was depressed, "Then you must Come."

"of course."

When the car started, Wen Song stood on the side of the road and waved to him, "Be careful on the road. See you tomorrow."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he's extra clingy today.Wen Song turned around and walked back, reminiscing as he walked, it was so cute.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to remind Lan Lan of tomorrow's flight time, but just as he dialed the phone, another car slowly backed up beside him.

"..."

Wen Song held up the phone and stared blankly.The little assistant held the steering wheel speechlessly, opened the door and let Qin Qin jump out of the car.The edge of the jacket flew across the edge of vision and rushed towards him.

Lan Lan's puzzled voice came from the phone, "Speak, what are you doing?"

His arms were filled with the scent of the farewell just now, he was thrown into his arms, and he repeated stupidly: "...what are you doing?"

"Tomorrow is too far away."

Qin Qin said, "I want now."

**

Qin Qin changed his mind temporarily.The shooting is tomorrow afternoon, so there is still time to start again tomorrow morning.

The truth is this, but the little assistant had to go to great lengths to help him rebook the flight after making a trip for nothing, and when he left, he looked at him as if he was looking at the monster of the princes in the beacon drama.

But he didn't take that country seriously, and asked eagerly, "Are you still going to the bar tonight? I don't drink."

Wen Song was calling back, when Lan Lan heard that she wanted to come and play together, she didn't even have a chance to say no, so she said helplessly, "Then you can't go home too late, you have to catch a plane tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Qin Qin agreed without thinking.

It was a precious day in his life, and he figured it shouldn't be wasted on boring work.If there is any way to prevent the time of this day from being wasted, then it must be with Wen Song to be meaningful.

The lights and music of the bar never stop, plus Wen Song.For him, all the best things in the world are gathered here.

Laser lights hang from the ceiling, and psychedelic beams and balls of light roll around everyone.The music played today is almost all large sections of instrumental performances, and there are very few lead vocals.Wen Song asked what it was, and he replied, "Swing back."

"Is it some kind of rock music?"

"Correct."

"It sounds a little lonely." Wen Song put his hands on his shoulders, his thoughts diverged in sync with his slightly shaking body, and he imagined endlessly, "Is it true that every time they write a song, there must be an unknown story behind it ……some type of?"

"It's just to provide atmosphere." Qin Qin replied in a low voice, rubbing his forehead nostalgicly, "Songwriters don't have stories, but listeners do."

Qin Qin thought, he must not know how dazzling he is, standing on the dance floor of the bar, shining like standing in the middle of the world.

Only here, no matter how noisy the crowd is, Wen Song is always willing to accept every kiss he has without scruples.

He wanted the whole world to know that he had the brightest star in his arms.But Wen Song didn't seem to have that kind of emotion. He looked up at him and said calmly, "Do you feel that there is something wrong with you?"

"..."

Wen Song is suspecting that in Qin Qin's eyes, he may be like a high-powered luminous body, with special effects of blue and red colored fluorescent strokes on his body.

Qin Qin has a detached side in his personality, and he always does some strange things impromptu. It may not be so easy to distinguish the state.

But such familiar fanatical affection could not be hidden in his eyes at all, and even became more blazing and brighter with every second of watching.Wen Song didn't dare to look him in the eyes, "Have you not taken your medicine recently?"

"I'm not sick."

Qin Qin said, "Don't you believe me? In fact, patients like us often recover spontaneously. I am one of them."

"When I woke up this morning, I seemed to wake up from a deep dream. Do you know that feeling like a world away? Everything that happened before was like a dream. Now I wake up, and I am no longer the patient you thought. , Wen Song."

His tone is still convinced, but his voice can't restrain himself. "Only in this way can I be worthy of you."

"Don't talk about this...will you go to the hospital with me?"

When he was like this, Wen Song was particularly conscious of staying awake, "Just to check, to make sure you're okay."

"But I hate hospitals."

"I don't like hospitals either. But we're going and I'll be with you."

"OK then."

He said, "Then at least listen to this song before leaving."

Even in a state where problems are about to arise, the two can still reach a consensus quickly.He sighed, and tightened his arms around Wen Song, like the last hug before the end.

[When the past becomes the present (when the past becomes confused with reality)

Iwillstoptoregret (I will stoptoregret)

TheendlessdaysthatI'vespent (I wasted endless days)

Hoping thistimesoonwouldend (I just hope this moment will end soon)]

The lyrics of the last two bars have been looping. Qin Tan heard it for the first time, but he sang along.The lazy and psychedelic rhythm is like whispering in sleepwalking.Wen Song heard him repeating the beat over and over in his ear.

【youareeverything (you are everything to me)

whenEverythingbreaksdown (when the world breaks down)

youareeverything (you are everything to me)

wheneverythingbreaksdown (when everything dies)]

The song's coda is a staggered piano beat, crackling with an interspersed//singular crumble.It seems that in this song, the world is really destroyed time and time again.

Wen Song was in a trance and forgot to remind Qin Tan that it was time to leave.Until the end, before the intro to the next song, he heard the muttered "I love you".

He suddenly came back to his senses, the rhythm of his heartbeat was separated from the long and slow melody, and became rapid and intense along with his breathing, "What did you say?"

The beams cast by the laser light floated on the outline of half of his face, a glimpse of blue and purple.The flickering lights in Qin Tan's eyes were like fireflies flying in the dark night, but he looked at him so intently and repeated in a natural tone.

"I love you, Wen Song."

The prelude to the next song fell heavily, and the huge drum noise hit the eardrums. At this moment, the previous and the later feelings were clearly divided.Wen Song was dizzy for a while, and a long buzzing passed through his mind.There was a gap in the crowd, and he watched Qin Qin being pushed and pulled away by drinking buddies in twos and threes, "Here, Qin Qin is here! There are a bunch of people at the door calling and saying they want to see you, hurry up and find someone!"

"and many more……"

Before he had time to answer any formal sentences, Qin Tan had already disappeared from his dim vision.In an instant, the loud shouting and cursing of the crowd came from the door, overshadowing the music, and quickly ignited the entire venue soaked in alcohol.

Wen Song staggered away from the flying tables, chairs and beer bottles, and squatted in the corner against the wall, struggling to absorb oxygen from the air.Great terror fell upon him.Pushing and beatings are everywhere, and people can't see clearly whether they are companions or strangers. In the turmoil, everyone has the right to fight, and everyone has the right to wantonly hurt.

This is a never-ending disaster.He couldn't find the person he wanted to see the most, and it was even difficult for him to protect himself. His breathing became more and more difficult, but he didn't have the commonly used breathing aerosol at hand.Clenched his chest and struggled to catch his breath, even one tenth of the pain could not be relieved, gradually even his vision became blurred, and for the first time in his life, he thought that he might not survive tonight.

At the end of consciousness, Lan Lan, who was late, picked him up on the sidelines and helped him walk to the ventilated place outside the store to call an ambulance, "Wen Song wake up...Wen Song?! Wen Song!!"

"..."

Wen Song only heard his anxious voice, leaning on him to adjust his breathing, and uttered broken and vague syllables, "Qin...Qin, Qin, hurry, he is, inside! Go, help..."

"Are you fucking crazy? How can you leave him alone in a place like this?!"

"..."

The sound becomes complex and confusing.He didn't have the strength to distinguish anymore, and it was difficult to make a sound, and he fell into a heavy sleep with unresolved worries.

An ambulance was called twice within a year of college, and Lan Lan was always with him in fear.Waking up in the hospital the next afternoon, Wen Song saw that the person accompanying the hospital bed was so sleepy that his head was about to fall off, "... Lan Lan."

"Huh? I didn't sleep... Why did you wake up! When did you wake up?"

Lan Lan saw that he was refreshed instantly when he opened his eyes, and forced the oxygen mask he had just taken off to put back on his face, "Don't move! Just lie down and don't move, don't scare me anymore!"

"...It's okay." Wen Song coughed a few times, his throat was so dry that it hurt to say a few words, "Is there any water?"

"Yes, yes, don't move! I'll pick it up for you."

Her feet were numb from sitting for too long. Lan Lan limped to the water dispenser, flexed her ankles while receiving water, and said grinningly, "Why don't you take the medicine with you? Yesterday the doctor said it would be delivered later." You're about to be intubated."

Chaotic memories flooded in.He took off his oxygen mask, rocked the hospital bed by himself, and slowly moistened his throat with a glass of water in his hand. He said after a while, "I forgot."

If there were no accidents last night, he would go home directly after saying goodbye to Qin Tan at the school gate, and he never expected to go to the bar again.

"Where's Qin Tan? He was called away suddenly."

"Whoever loves it, don't care what he does."

Lan Lan said angrily, "He doesn't have the time to care about you, okay. Going to a bar can cause trouble, so please yourself."

Wen Song had no idea what happened last night.Lan Lan came to the scene after the trouble broke out, and of course she didn't understand what was going on.

The only person who can ask is Qin Tan, but he is not here.Wen Song asked for his mobile phone to check the news, but he didn't have any WeChat or phone number. He didn't expect to learn the details from Qin Lin's greeting later, "Zhou Ruisheng died early this morning."

"Who is Zhou Ruisheng?"

Qin Lin said in disbelief, "Qin Tan didn't mention him to you?"

"No... I'm just asking reflexively. But now I've come to my senses."

I just woke up and my mind is still not moving.Wen Song rubbed the center of his brows. Since his surname is Zhou, his identity is easy to guess, "Is it the one who has always wanted to see him?"

"It's him. Qin Qin didn't go to see him after all, did he? When he was dying last night, someone should have come to you to forcibly 'invite' you to the hospital."

"Well, but we were at the bar last night. It was kind of messy."

No wonder the turmoil came in from the door and spread so quickly.In the bar, there are more or less friends with Qin Tan, and they are drinking too much, and conflicts will arise if they disagree.

"Just as long as you two are fine." Qin Lin said indifferently, "It's fine if you die, and you will be clean from now on."

Wen Song: "..."

I don't know if Qin Qin is okay.The mess last night should have caused a lot of trouble for Boss Chen, maybe he is busy dealing with the follow-up now.

He may have suffered a lot of injuries.He was in a state of excitement that was suspected to be manic last night, and the good guy didn't jump into it when encountering a fight.

There was no reply to his WeChat message.It is impossible to hope that he will face the hospital independently and care for the children's growth path.There is a high probability that there is really no answer.

The more Wen Song thought about it, the more worried he became. He must be blaming himself for causing these things, and he must comfort him when we meet again; then he thought about what happened to the sentence he heard at the end of the last song last night, Could it be the lyrics sung along with the melody? I even thought that Qin Tao's ward is on the floor below him, so it's fate to be so close. If you can't wait for Qin Tan to come over after dinner, you can go to visit the doctor first .

Random thoughts.At dusk, it finally ended with Qin Tan's arrival.

The nurse just brought him a nutritious meal.The setting sun dyed his dinner and the small table orange. The already bland dishes looked even more tasteless. The only dessert was a small cup of chocolate pudding, which could make people a little interesting.

Wen Song tore off the lid of the pudding with a lack of interest, and from the corner of his vision, he saw a figure appearing at the door of the ward, his expression brightened suddenly, and the warm voice that had just recovered from hoarseness carried an unconscious sense of coquettishness, "Why are you here now! Come and help me taste if this is delicious."

Qin Qin walked in in response.

Wen Song looked at him from top to bottom.He didn't suffer any obvious injuries, at least his arms and legs were in good condition, only a cut on the brow bone, which had been stitched up cleanly, and seemed to be about the same degree as the injury he suffered when he helped Lan Lan fight on the street last time.

His face fits the lightly wounded vibe, with a broken aesthetic that looks more heartwarming than usual.It healed very well last time, and there was no obvious scar left. Wen Song didn't worry too much, and handed him all the dessert spoons, and generously let him taste the first bite.

Qin Qin didn't answer, and didn't even sit beside him, but stood at the end of the bed and looked at him calmly.

This is very strange.Qin Qin's expression was never so calm when he looked at him.

The evening sun pierced through, brightening half of his outline, while the other half seemed to be hidden in the shadows, like a frozen painting.Wen Song frowned, just about to ask him why he showed such an expression.

"Wen Song." He said.

"let's break up."