After accidentally kissing a roommate

After the graduation ceremony in May, Song Xuan did not return to China.

There are still three months before the start of the graduate school. There is no study or internship in this long summer vacation. It is rare to have a lot of time of your own to freely control. Plus, being able to be with Chen Aowen, Song Xuan does not want to go home and lock himself up around parents.

Besides, they actually have a lot of things to do——

For a graduation trip, they need to pack their personal belongings in the house before the expiration date of the rental contract, and then ship them to California.

Most importantly, find an apartment near the new school where the two can continue to live together.

Song Xuan casually found an excuse for his studies, and after successfully prevaricating his parents, he and Chen Aowen first spent two weeks exploring North Carolina.

In the past four years, most of their activities stayed within the city of Durham, which is actually remote and did not allow them to fully appreciate the local scenery of North Carolina. After eating, drinking and wandering in the downtown area for a week, they returned home. In the last days of June, they started packing.

Song Xuan originally thought that there would not be too many things to take away in boxes. After all, when he and Chen Aowen came here four years ago, they only dragged two suitcases. It took them a whole day.

Song Xuan only realized later when he opened the closet to tidy up. When he came, he only brought a box of lightweight summer clothes, but now he is leaving. Apart from these, there are new ones bought every time the season changes in the past four years, as well as those from China. Clothes for the three seasons of spring, autumn and winter.

After they packed all the clothes, they finally started to pack other things.

Chen Aowen put books in the box in the living room, while Song Xuan went to the kitchen to take out the kitchen utensils, went to Chen Aowen's side and opened a new cardboard box to move things in. Chen Aowen looked up when he heard the sound, and saw The spatula in Song Xuan's hand paused: "Bring this one too?"

"Yeah." Song Xuan said, "Going to California will definitely start a fire, don't you want to eat in the cafeteria, so you won't cook at home anymore?"

Chen Aowen: "No, if you always eat in the cafeteria, your stomach will feel uncomfortable. I just think these things are too heavy and not expensive, so I don't want to bring them. We will buy them in the supermarket after we get there. new."

Song Xuan thought it made sense, he put the things in his hand back into the kitchen, turned around and finally only brought out a juicer.

"Then I'll just take this."

This was newly bought by Chen Aowen last year. Because Song Xuan was lactose intolerant and could not drink milk, one morning he complained that the drinking water was too bland and tasteless. Chen Aowen went to the supermarket that day and brought back this juicer. There is also a bag of oranges, and I squeeze orange juice at home every day.

By the way, vitamin supplements can also be added.

Chen Aowen looked up and smiled when he saw the juicer that Song Xuan was holding: "Well, take this with you, and I will continue to juice it for you after you go to California."

After finishing speaking, Chen Aowen straightened up, pointed to a pile of sundries next to the sofa and said: "By the way, when I just tidied up these things, I thought they were old after four years of use. I planned to throw them away, and I also planned to go to California. I’ll buy new ones in the future, see if you have anything to throw away? If you have any, put them here, and I’ll drag them out later.”

Song Xuan said "Yes", but he couldn't think of what to throw away for a while, so he first went to look at the pile of things thrown away by Chen Aowen.This is unbelievable. Compared with Song Xuan, Chen Aowen is simply a master of separation. From toothbrush cups to pillow sheets, they are all treated as garbage by him.

Song Xuan: "I can understand throwing away plastic cups, but sheets and pillows...why don't you take them?"

"It has been used for four years." Chen Aowen repeated this set of rhetoric, and then said after a pause, "Also, we live in one room in California, so there is no need to bring so many sets."

Compared with the former reason, the second one sounds more like Chen Aowen's real thought.

Song Xuan nodded, his cheeks were flushed, "Oh."

With his arms hanging by his side and shaking back and forth, Song Xuan turned around and pointed in the direction of the bathroom and said, "Then I'll also take out the unnecessary things and throw them away."

Then he turned around and walked into the bathroom.

In the last two years of living here, the two of them have never shared a room with each other. Although they have slept together a long time ago, their private spaces are still distinct—this one belongs to you, and that one belongs to me.

I would sleep in my arms at night, but when I woke up the next day, I had to go back to my room to change clothes or do my homework.

Apart from what they do at night, their room assignments and living areas still look like normal roommates at first glance.

But this time going to California was different. The apartment they booked had only one room.It is conceivable that in the not-too-distant future, the spaces of the two will truly overlap completely, and when they open their eyes in the morning, they will see each other's face before the sunlight outside the house.

Just like many other couples.

Song Xuan didn't think of such changes in the details of life before, and only now did he have some associations, and he was particularly looking forward to the upcoming life in California.

Speaking of which, it was Chen Aowen who brought up the need to live in a room during graduate school.

When Song Xuan first received the offer from California, Song Xuan was just happy that he and Chen Aowen could continue to be together again, and did not think about the details of the accommodation in advance. Even when they both accepted the offer, Song Xuan searched for long-term rental housing information online , the retrieval condition is two bedrooms.

His idea at the time was very simple, he wanted to find a house similar to the one he lived in now.

After searching for three days, Song Xuan found four houses that suit him. One evening, when Chen Aowen was sitting on the sofa reading a book, Song Xuan got into his arms and clicked on the four links: "Who do you choose? This I think all four are pretty good."

Chen Aowen remained silent, and after reviewing the configuration of the four rooms, he rejected them all.

That night, after taking a shower, Chen Aowen went directly to Song Xuan's room, took out the familiar package and asked him, "Can I do it tonight?"

Song Xuan: "... yes."

The long-lost, hot embrace, fiery kiss, and irresistible fingers with a hint of brute force fell one after another.

During that time, the two of them were busy writing their graduation thesis, and the time to sleep and turn off the lights was uncertain. In order not to affect each other's rest, they slept in their own rooms most of the time this month.

It may be that Su's time was too long, Chen Aowen leaned on Song Xuan back and forth for most of the night, kissing his earlobe one after another, the force was gentle and domineering, very different from usual.

Song Xuan felt that there was an electric current from the spine straight to the brain, and it hit him in waves one after another. His slender fingers unconsciously scratched around, first scratched the bedside table, and then grabbed Chen Aowen's wrist, leaving a hole in his nails. Arranging crescent marks, Chen Aowen and Song Xuan's muffled hums sounded in the room at the same time.

In the end, Chen Aowen hugged Song Xuan and asked him with his ear: "Do you like it?"

Song Xuan had stopped thinking at that time, and answered whatever was asked.

"like."

Chen Aowen: "Then let's rent a one-bedroom apartment in California and sleep together every day, okay?"

Song Xuan: "Well, good."

Early the next morning, after Song Xuan woke up, before recalling what he promised last night, Chen Aowen pulled him up to look at a set of photos and videos.

Chen Aowen: "A former junior high school classmate of mine was studying in California. He plans to return to China directly after graduating this year. He will not continue his graduate studies. This is the apartment he is renting now. What do you think?"

In the photo, the interior decoration style of the apartment tends to be light industrial style. The main color of black, white and gray is matched with bright furniture, which looks very individual. The living room, dining room and kitchen are large enough. There is a huge floor-to-ceiling window on one side of the bedroom, and you can see the distance the sea.

Song Xuan: "This is not bad, it's better than the ones I saw yesterday."

So Chen Aowen, who was very efficient in everything he did, immediately settled down on this room, and achieved his ultimate goal - to sleep in the same bed as Song Xuan every day.

Holding the sundries in the bathroom one by one, when Song Xuan walked to the living room, Chen Aowen had already sealed his book and was typing in a dialog box on the computer.

After typing on the keyboard a few times, Chen Aowen raised his head and said to Song Xuan: "Qiao Ping just told me that he has something urgent to go back to China, and I hope we can go there sooner."

Qiao Ping is Chen Aowen's junior high school classmate.

Song Xuan nodded: "It just so happens that everything is sorted out, we can go straight after we return the key to Adrian tomorrow."

Chen Aowen tapped the keyboard twice again: "Then let's set off the day after tomorrow, I'll tell him."

Clothes, books, and some soft goods have been sealed, and after throwing away some old things, there are only some gadgets left.

And although the number of these little gadgets left was small, it unexpectedly took Song Xuan a long time.

Because these are the testimonies they have traveled along the way-bass engraved with bells, glass firework lights, exchange vouchers for forest huts, and air tickets to Baku...

Every time I pick up something, it carries a lot of memories.

Song Xuan was tidying up at first, but in the end he sat on the ground, crossed his legs and started to count one by one.

And Chen Aowen was beside Song Xuan, watching with him, and from time to time he spoke to supplement his mental journey at that time.

"At that time, I thought you liked Tan Min."

"It's only at this time that I'm sure that you may also have a crush on me."

"I really didn't expect you to kiss me in the box during the game."

……

"What if I really don't like you?" After reviewing, Song Xuan asked, "Have you ever thought about what you will do?"

Chen Aowen smiled: "I thought about it, but I can't help it. You can't force this kind of thing. If you don't like it, don't like it. I'm very happy to be with you as a roommate for four years. Even just meeting you Just lucky enough."

Song Xuan: "Then how do you feel watching these now?"

"It feels..." Chen Aowen looked into Song Xuan's eyes, "It seems to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers."

Only then did Song Xuan realize that compared with when he came here four years ago, he now has more than just the clothes of the four seasons around him.

And the proof of their love.