After accidentally kissing a roommate

meeting for the first time?

The place where they first met should be in the garden in front of this house.

At that time, Song Xuan, who was going to study in a new country, was extremely excited. The school's report day was August 8, but Song Xuan arrived a full week in advance, wanting to familiarize himself with the surrounding environment.In contrast, Chen Aowen, who was also a freshman, seemed much calmer. He was only one day ahead of schedule.

The day Chen Aowen came was a sunny afternoon, and there were continuous cicadas above his head and beside his ears, loud and long.

It is midsummer, the sun is hot, the heat waves blow people's skin hot, and the asphalt road is steaming, but the vegetation around the central garden is tall and lush, towering to form a high wall, enclosing a shaded place.

Song Xuan nestled in a swing next to the tea tree to enjoy the shade. In the middle of the grass at his feet, there was water mist splashing around to water the green plants.

It was the first time he saw squirrels in the city, and he felt it was novel. He just took out his mobile phone to take pictures, when suddenly the sound of a car's horn came to his ears. Song Xuan looked up, just in time to see Chen Aowen coming from the car with luggage.

The water droplets quickly atomized into a rainbow wave under the scorching sun, and their first encounter was accompanied by light and the fragrance of flowers.

Looking back now, Song Xuan remembered many details of that day, but he couldn't remember what he said when they first met.

Song Xuan hesitated and said, "Really?"

Chen Aowen gradually stopped laughing, and couldn't hide the disappointment on his brows: "It seems that you don't remember..."

Putting the fried dumplings in the pot out in rows, Chen Aowen didn't obsess over this question, as if he just mentioned it casually, he walked out of the kitchen with a long plate and said to Song Xuan, "Come and eat."

Song Xuan drew his chopsticks and followed.

The freshly baked fried dumplings are fragrant and crispy. After taking a bite, the gravy overflows in the mouth. Song Xuan took a class for a day and practiced the music score for two hours in the rehearsal room. Only now did he smell the smell and realized that he was so hungry , After the appetite was awakened, I ate several times in a row before stopping.

There was only the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding at the dining table, and the room returned to silence—they had spent most of the past year together like this, quiet and silent.

While eating, Song Xuan peeked at Chen Aowen's expression, his eyes stayed on Chen Aowen's mouth for a short time and then avoided. He lowered his eyes, thinking that there was no need to mention the Halloween party anymore.

Anyway, anyone with a discerning eye should be able to see that he didn't do it on purpose, and it would be embarrassing to mention it again deliberately, Song Xuan thought, let this matter gradually fade from each other's memory under the daily washing.

The house is shared by the two of them now. They are far away in a foreign country and have no relatives around them. The most important thing is to get along well with roommates and maintain a good relationship. So Song Xuan chatted about it: "The Chinese food you can cook is taught by your father." Is it?"

During the period of co-renting, Chen Aowen often made video calls with his family members. Sometimes Song Xuan passed by unintentionally, and he would see the scene on the other side of the screen or hear some words.According to his observation, Chen Aowen's father is Chinese and his mother is French. His parents have never been in the same frame in the video, and they seem to be in a state of separation. Dial at different time difference times in different countries.

So Song Xuan thought, Chen Aowen's Chinese food should be taught by his father.

Who knew that Chen Aowen shook his head and said: "No, it was taught by my mother. My father's cooking skills are not good, and he is almost an idiot in life."

Song Xuan asked unexpectedly: "Isn't your mother French? Can she cook such authentic Chinese food?"

Apart from today, Song Xuan also saw Chen Aowen cooking on weekends before, and the dishes he made were the most common home-cooked stir-fries in China.

Chen Aowen nodded: "She has been in China for a long time. Before I was 14 years old, my mother and I lived in China."

It’s not just about life, because Chen Aowen’s father has had several job changes, and his family has lived in several cities—Beijing, Suzhou, Yinchuan, and Xi’an. The feeling is much deeper than that of many people who were only born and raised in one city.

Chen Aowen continued: "When we were young, our life basically revolved around my father. Later, when I was 15 years old, my mother wanted to resume her own career and go back to France to do her favorite job, and I was on both sides. After weighing it up, I thought it would be better to live with my mother, so I followed her to Paris to study in high school."

Chen Aowen grew up in a bilingual environment. He has been talking to his mother in French at home for more than ten years, so there is almost no language barrier when he goes to study in France.

After talking about himself, Chen Aowen asked back, "What about you?"

Song Xuan smiled and said: "I was very boring when I was young. I don't have as much experience as you. I have been living in a southern city, and my parents don't care about me. They often travel on business and leave my aunt at home to take care of my daily life, so I also I don’t know how to cook, and even housework such as washing clothes was learned temporarily before going abroad.”

The dishes on the table quickly ran out. Song Xuan glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and then at the next day's class schedule. Seeing the discussion class in the morning, he panicked, and quickly got up to clean up the dishes: "The time is not up." It's early, I have to go back to my room, and I still have a lot of subjects to write."

After disposing of the shrimp dumplings and crystal cakes one by one, Song Xuan took the backpack back to his room, went into the bathroom and rinsed it quickly, sat at the table while wiping his hair with a towel hanging around his neck, and took out a thick A stack of case studies.

In business, especially in business analysis courses, professors often choose case discussions in groups.In order to ensure that the discussion in class is efficient, students are often required to read through the materials issued by the professor before class.

The professor in tomorrow's discussion class has very strict requirements on the students. There are so many materials handed out. If they are stacked from the ground, they can be piled up to half a person's height. After Song Xuan got the materials last week, he hurriedly read them. But I can't remember all the points, and I need to sort it out again tonight.

By the time Song Xuan finished reviewing the key points marked in red, it was already one o'clock in the morning.Since Halloween, for several consecutive days, Song Xuan went to bed in the early hours of the night and got up at six or seven in the morning. This kind of work and rest consumes a lot of energy, even if he is young, he can't bear it. Song Xuan fell asleep as soon as he climbed into bed.

The next day, the alarm clock rang three times before Song Xuan was woken up.

After Song Xuan turned off the alarm clock and bounced off the bed, quickly washed up and pushed open the door with his backpack on his back, he saw Chen Aowen still sitting leisurely in the living room.

Song Xuan asked: "How long have you been sitting here?"

Chen Aowen looked at his watch: "Ten minutes."

"I thought you had already left." Song Xuan rushed to the entrance, "Waiting for ten minutes? Then why didn't you call me?"

Chen Aowen said: "...it's still early before the first class, and there's still time."

"I can't. The professor of my class will come to the classroom 10 minutes early to record the last student who arrives, and then the whole class will be called crazy." So as long as it is this professor's class, everyone will be 10 minutes earlier. minutes to the classroom.

After locking the gate, Song Xuan hurriedly rushed to the side of the bicycle, but Chen Aowen grabbed his wrist and dragged him back: "Then you go with me in the car."

Chen Aowen has a car, but he doesn’t usually use it very often. He usually takes a public bus to and from school, but the bus has to wait for a while, and the place to get off is the East Campus where the School of Engineering is located. It is convenient for Chen Aowen, but it is far from The building where Song Xuan attends class is a little far away, so Song Xuan always rides by himself.

Driving can quickly shorten the one-way time to 5 minutes. This is the best choice. Song Xuan hurriedly said: "Let's go!"

Chen Aowen didn't let go, and clasped Song Xuan's wrist with his fingers lightly and gently, pulling him all the way to the passenger side to open the car door.

Sitting in the car, just as he put on his seat belt, a bag of bread appeared in front of Song Xuan's eyes.

Chen Aowen said concisely: "Breakfast."

"Thank you."

Song Xuan took it, and took a bite directly. It was soft and sweet, which suits Song Xuan's appetite very well.

Five minutes later, Chen Aowen's car parked downstairs of the business school. At this time, there were still 5 minutes before class time.

There was more than enough time. Before getting off the car, Song Xuan pointed to the building and said to Chen Aowen, "My last class in the afternoon is also here."

Chen Aowen nodded: "Well, I'll come here to find you then."

Because of the speed of life and death in the morning, Song Xuan's brain is extremely clear-headed. In the morning class, he chatted with the professor in a state of excitement, but in the afternoon, his battery was exhausted. Today's last class is math class. Before class, Song Xuan's eyelids were heavy, Yawning profusely, he packed up his books and sat in the corner of the back row.

The high math class in business is very simple. Even if he doesn't take the class, Song Xuan is confident that he can get a high score by reading the book by himself.But as a student, Song Xuan has a strong sense of morality. He allows himself to desert and sleep secretly, but he never allows himself to skip classes.

Five minutes after the class bell rang, Chen Aowen found the classroom where Song Xuan was in class.

Their school covers a large area, with three campuses in the east, middle and west. It spans half of the campus from the School of Engineering to the School of Business. Chen Aowen drove here after class, but he still failed to check in.

In a lecture theater with more than 100 people, Chen Aowen stood at the back door and looked around, and instantly saw Song Xuan in the corner, pretending to be reading with his eyes closed.

Chen Aowen's eyes suddenly softened.

There was still an empty seat next to Song Xuan. Chen Aowen saw the route and walked towards that position. He half-bent along the way, trying not to affect others, but his appearance and height were too superior, which attracted the attention of the surrounding students. .

When he finally walked to the target seat, Song Xuan's face was almost on the book, Chen Aowen stretched out his hand subconsciously, and the next second Song Xuan's cheek was accurately pressed into his palm.

Chen Aowen heard someone gasp in a low voice behind him, but he didn't care. At this moment, all his attention was on his hands, and the touch of his fingertips was infinitely magnified.

Song Xuan looked thin, but at the age of 19, his face had the sensuality of baby fat.

Very soft and comfortable.

There was Song Xuan's mobile phone between the two of them. Not long after Song Xuan lay down, the screen of the mobile phone lit up, and it was a message from Luo Ziyang. Chen Aowen had no intention of peeping, but the three consecutive messages jumped into the screen the moment they popped up. In his eyes—

[Luo Ziyang: Brother, where are you? 】

[Luo Ziyang: Tan Min said that she saw your roommate enter the mathematics classroom in the business school building. 】

【Luo Ziyang: What's going on?Did he come to you to avenge that "one relative"? 】

Chen Aowen: "..."

The author has something to say:

Straight man Luo Ziyang has been on Chen Aowen's list of dark sharks.