The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

Wen Song held the relic that came out of nowhere, dumbfounded, and unscrewed the cork face to face, "What's inside?"

He grabbed the towel and pulled it out.The things wrapped in the towel fell into the bottom of the tank with a clatter. At first glance, they looked like irregular broken diamonds, but at a closer look, they were just a pile of glass shards.

The broken perfume bottle, the perfume has almost volatilized when it was collected, and only a faint fragrance can be retained when it is sealed in the jar.

Ke Wensong was so familiar with this smell that his eyes were instantly reddened, "You said you didn't like this scent."

When a person is about to die, his words are also good.Qin Qin said sincerely, "I'm a liar."

Wen Song smiled through tears, "I knew it."

But even knowing it was a lie, I felt sad for a long time, thinking what if it was true.

You have to hear it to believe it.

Put away the glass jar and went to the hospital. Wen Song watched the nurse help him clean the wound, and specifically told the doctor to tell him, "You can't die with only some skin trauma."

Qin Tan showed an incredible expression: "But it hurts."

"..."

Although the reactions of the doctors and nurses were intriguing, at least he no longer felt that his death was imminent.Wen Song accompanied him all the way from school to the hospital, but he didn't feel embarrassed, probably because he had been taking care of him for so long that his skin had thickened.

Back in the hotel room, he was still moaning when he came out of the shower.Wen Song had never heard him complain of pain before. Although the doctor said that it was not that serious, it was always unpleasant to hear him, and he even softened his tone when talking to him.When I came back, I stopped by the house and brought two bottles of perfume, opened one bottle and inserted two aromatherapy sticks.The scent diffuses, relaxing the nerves and perhaps relieving pain as well.

The smell of medicated oil is mixed with the sweet fragrance of perfume, which is strange and reassuring.

Apart from crying out for pain, Qin Qin was acting abnormally well today, took the medicine and lay down on the bed after washing up.His body was bruised and purple. Wen Song was afraid that he would accidentally bump into him when he fell asleep at night, so he took an extra quilt and rolled it up and spread it out, planning to lie down on the floor and sleep for the night.

Silence quickly returned to the room.Qin Tan's breathing became heavier and lighter.

Wen Song couldn't fall asleep, so he lay on the ground and stayed up late in front of his mobile phone.Recently, I have been reading behavioral psychology and bipolar disorder pathological research. Every time I see those "early onset age, high prevalence rate, high suicide rate", "high recurrence rate, high disability rate, and heavy disease burden" " and other long strings of heart-pounding attributives, and then put key words on Qin Tan one by one, it will be even more difficult to sleep at night.

"He will get better if I'm here", I just told Lan Lan.

No one knows when he will recover.No one knows.

In the second half of the night, Qin Tan turned over several times, feeling a little restless.Wen Song heard it all, but he didn't move.

His sleep has become much lighter now, and he wakes up easily, thinking that he just got up to go to the bathroom without opening his eyes to see.

A moment later, a fiery breath approached, and his forehead gently touched his back.

Wen Song was burned, afraid to scare him so he didn't dare to react too much, he paused for a moment before turning around slowly, touching his burning cheek, feeling uneasy at once, "Wake up...you have a fever."

Qin Tan responded vaguely, but still cried out in pain.

He had a fever for a whole week. He went to the hospital twice and the fever did not subside.

Wen Song didn't dare to leave him half a step, and listened to a lot of sad words.

Wen Song saw him cry like this for the first time.When the handsome guy cried, his tears were like dropping pearls, holding them back until they dropped down one by one.

He also said that he was very talented, so he didn't feel sad.I usually hold back and lie to myself.

It was only at this time that he honestly cried until he was dark, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances of his life in this persistent high fever.

Dehydration does not know whether it is burning or crying.Wen Song was holding a water glass next to him, poking the straw into his mouth at the right moment, "Suck! Suck for me!"

"..."

The speed of replenishment can't keep up.He put glucose in the cup, but Qin Tan would drink anything bitter, and refused to drink anything. He squatted on the bedside, buried his face in his arms and hid himself, closing his eyes and yelling, "I'm in so much pain."

I can't tell what it is, but my whole body is in pain, densely packed like being stabbed by a knife, the pain is so painful that my breathing is broken, and I don't have the strength to drink water.He always refused to cooperate, Wen Song was impatient, and his voice became severe, "Qin Tan, drink water."

"I don't want to be Qin Qin."

He murmured, "I don't want to be Qin Tan...Why am I Qin Qin? Why me?"

No one likes Qin Tan.Even he doesn't like Qin Tan.

Qin Qin was doomed to die.It would be great if I could not be Qin Qin.As long as it's not Qin Tan, he won't be in pain or cry, and won't be disgusted by Wen Song for doing bad things.

But the voice around her was no longer harsh, but became soft and gentle, "Qin Tan is fine."

"..."

He suddenly stopped sobbing, raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of red eyes from crying, looking at the person who said this, "Really?"

"real."

Wen Song coaxed in a low voice, "I like Qin Tan the most."

Qin Tan stared at him blankly for a while, then rubbed his face on his sleeve.

"I want to drink water."

The fever finally started to subside.

Qin Tan lay exhausted beside him, sleeping with his little finger clutched.

Wen Song was so exhausted that he fell on the pillow next to him.Being with him day and night for several days was too torturous, as if he had experienced the feeling of raising a child in advance, hoping that he would get well soon.When he was disobedient, he wanted to beat him up to make him honest, and when he saw his sleeping face, he would feel pity again.

"Why learn from me." Wen Song hooked his little finger.The pads of the connected fingers were slightly yellowed. I don't know how many cigarettes I smoked in the past, and I couldn't wash it off.

Wen Song gently kissed his fingers to see if he was still awake, then avoided the fever-reducing patch and kissed his forehead.

"You look like a baby." Wen Song whispered, "Don't be afraid. Even if no one else wants you, I will take you home."

He was so tired that he soon became overwhelmed with drowsiness, and fell into a deep sleep this time.At dawn, Qin Qin woke up first, and sat up holding his hand, but he didn't even notice.

There are two breaths in the room, one slow and one urgent.Qin Qin sat on the head of the bed in a daze, looking around the room, then around, and finally fell on the sleeping person beside him.

"Why... only you are left."

Wen Song snorted subconsciously, and tightened his grasped fingers.

Qin Qin carefully carried him into his arms.

**

It was another sunny day.Wen Song took the stupid big man of the family out to bask in the sun early in the morning. The high fever had just subsided, and he was driving away his illness.

Qin Tan's mobile phone was still eating ashes in the bedside table, and he didn't bring anything with him when he went out.Wen Song found that there were a few extra coins in the car, and he didn't know when the change fell, so he decided to drive him to Lingsong Temple for incense.

The last time I came was last year.Wen Song remembered that there was a very eloquent longan tree growing on the mountain behind the temple, and he pulled him to look, "You can go wherever I go, do you understand?"

"..."

Today is Saturday, the weather is good, and the flow of people traveling with children has increased significantly.The child was running around alive and kicking, which was in stark contrast to Qin Qin's movements of slowly following and moving forward.

Taking advantage of tall and long legs.Wen Song has intentionally quickened his pace, but he can still follow leisurely.Walking near the longan tree halfway up the mountain, there are suddenly more tourists stopping by.

What I couldn't see last year is now in front of my eyes.The tall longan trees are lush with branches and leaves, clusters of flowers, the sun-like dazzling golden color adorns the whole tree, swaying and flickering when the wind blows, and it is in full swing.

The tourists took pictures to appreciate, but Wen Song didn't take out his mobile phone.Thinking of myself last year, it seemed that I was too tired to breathe after climbing here.It was Qin Qin who carried him up the second half of the journey.

He looked back at the person not far behind him.Qin Qin stood in an open space with few tourists, raised his face slightly, and looked at the clusters of flowers on the tree with a quiet and serious expression.The too long black hair was blown behind the ears slightly by the wind.Those light spots also swayed on his face through the gaps in the leaves.He was so shaken that he squinted his eyes, but he didn't even cover them with his palms.

Don't feel like you're coming back again.

Wen Song woke him up in time.Instead of climbing to the top of the mountain, they went around halfway up the mountain and went down the mountain along another path.

Wen Song remembered that he tied a red ribbon and wrote something in the wishing corridor that he passed by last time.More than half a year has passed, and I don’t know if I can still find it now.

Layers of red ribbons are tied to the pillars, and at first glance they all look exactly the same.

Thinking back to the position where Qin Qin was tied at the beginning, Wen Song went down step by step slowly, his eyes wandered slowly on those swirling ribbons, he stretched out his hand and pushed aside the upper layer, revealing the one that had been left for a longer time underneath, not long I saw the familiar handwriting, which is particularly special in the same belt sold in a number of stores.

Next to the bronzing lettering that was originally printed on the tape, he solemnly wrote it again with a black pen: I wish Wen Song good health and success in his studies.

"Did you secretly like me at that time? No one else wrote it by hand."

It's a pity that it's fastened after all, and I can't take it off as a souvenir.Wen Song looked at it for a while, then let go of his hand and planned to put it back, but the wind passing through the corridor rolled up streamers and wrapped his fingers.The ribbon was turned to the back, and there was a string of small characters.

Happy birthday Wen Song.

He froze for a moment, raised his eyes and met Qin Tan's, "You came here to write that day?"

"..."

Qin Qin lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Really." Wen Song was even more reluctant to let go of the tape, and read it several times carefully, "You should tell me yourself at that time. Then I can be moved twice."

I was a little angry, why would I rather hide myself in this kind of place and let him spend his birthday alone.

He waited until twelve o'clock that day and didn't see any news. He was so angry that he deleted his friends on the spot and wanted to break up.

Just to avoid being seen like this now?

Wen Song looked at him depressedly, "It's not too bad what you are doing now." After finishing speaking, he felt that his scar was healed and he forgot the pain, and he forgot the tossing and tossing day and night in the past week.

But it's like this, it's not that I can't afford it.

Qin Tan's eyes lingered on the swaying pines outside the corridor, as if he was still immersed in the aftertaste brought by the golden flowers all over the tree just now.

He is always so fuzzy, Wen Song is used to it, and he doesn't care, "Let's go down and take a look ahead."

Other parents would yell for their children not to run around, but he had to yell to move forward.A circle of children surrounded the turtle pond in front of the main hall, throwing feed into it. It was an interesting entertainment in the dull weekend activities.

How could other children not have them.Wen Song also scanned the QR code to buy a box, put it in Qin Qin's hands, and explained thoughtfully, "It's not for you, it's for the turtle. See that green shell? That's the turtle. Throw it there."

"..."

He held the feed box without moving.Wen Song groaned, thinking that the child was so stupid that he couldn't even handle a box, so he took it back and unscrewed it with his own hands, and poured the small particles inside into his palm, "Hey, throw it little by little. "

Only then did Qin Qin move, twist a little bit at a time as he said, and throw it into the pool, watching the dark green shells slowly swimming in the shallow water, opening his mouth to swallow the feed, and then slowly climbing up the stone bask in the sun.

He stared at the turtle's shell for a while, picked up a little bit of feed, and threw it out again.

Wen Song is not very interested in feeding the tortoise, but watching him feed the tortoise is fascinating.

A high fever consumed most of the weight he had just gained from eating, but his tall and thin appearance is not ugly, the contours of his brows and eyes are deep and clear, and his sickly demeanor is surprisingly attractive, making people have the desire to ravage , and pity for protection.

Standing in the sun, he focused on feeding the little turtles in the pond, as if he could stay here for a lifetime, quietly, without crying or making trouble.

Wen Song looked at him, and his heart calmed down. He couldn't help but think that the love components that people pursue are so complicated, like, worship, dependence, anger, lamentation, worry, pity and more, good or bad are not simply one of them. one.

However, love is so simple, it does not require rational and careful thinking, and it is impossible to talk about fairness and care about anything.If love is destined to bring people as much happiness as pain - Wen Song thought, I would still love him.

"Let's just be a turtle in our next life."

Leaning against the stone railing beside him, he picked up a few pellets of feed from Qin Tan's palm and threw them down.

"You carry me on your back, and I will protect your shell."

Qin Qin suddenly turned his head and looked over.When he said it, he didn't think it was an overly romantic talk, but he seemed shy after being looked at like this, and looked at each other with embarrassment, "You...stay here and don't move, I'll go to the palace."

He took a few coins that he accidentally found in the car with him. Usually, online payments don't use coins, so he just went to throw them into the merit box in the middle of the hall.When he stepped into the hall again, his mood was quite different from when he came here before. He became more devout in front of the Bodhisattva, and even felt that it was too hasty after throwing in the coin. Let Bodhisattva bless the person I want to bless?"

"Sincerity leads to spirit." She clasped her hands together and said.

That's great.

Wen Song knelt on the worship mat unskillfully, took a deep breath, and cleared away distracting thoughts from his mind.

I don't know how else to save him.

It doesn't matter who it is, as long as it can save him.

According to legend, the Bodhisattva is merciful and helps all living beings to escape suffering and obtain happiness.

If you are really listening.Please have mercy on him.

Wen Song bowed respectfully three times, got up and left the hall, and went back to find Qin Qin.It was almost lunch time, and the turtle man had to eat something after he was full.

He wasn't where he was just now.Wen Song turned around in vain along the tortoise pool, such a conspicuous figure should be visible at a glance, but there is no sign of him nearby.

Wen Song panicked a little.He didn't bring his mobile phone, he was stupid after he had a fever, and he didn't know if his own sense of direction was working, and he was penniless, so he couldn't go home even if he wanted to.

The people nearby asked it again, but they all said they had no impression.Wen Song had no choice but to go to the layman just now and ask, "Is there a radio station or something like that? That is, the kind of place where children get lost in the playground and adults go to pick them up."

"..."

The layman shook his head and asked about Qin Tan's appearance.He talked nonsense in a panic, "It's just... tall and handsome, and looks like a model."

"Do you have a picture of him?"

"Yes." Wen Song replied subconsciously, and he realized that he had already deleted all the photos on the phone when he opened the phone's photo album.

Qin Tan's photos were all in one album, and he clicked on the album to delete them, and there was not a single one left.

He opened all the photo albums, and quickly swipe back through the photos, trying to find a shadow of Qin Tan.But after reading all the more than 500 photos, he realized that they didn't even have a photo together.

In just a few minutes, in the blink of an eye, Qin Qin can disappear completely from his life.

Like never existed.

**

Qin Tan had a dreamy day.

From the moment he got up in the morning, the people around him treated him like a fool, nagging him, and they were so meticulous that they never forgot to tell him to tie his shoelaces when he went out.

But that seems to be Wen Song.

The longan tree on the mountain was in bloom. He remembered that someone said that he wanted to see it very much, and he should have taken out his mobile phone to take pictures.He remembered that he didn't bring it with him when he went out, so he had to remember it with his eyes first.It took him a while to remember, and he didn't like being urged forward by those around him.

But that seems to be Wen Song.

The feed for the tortoise is very smelly. I don’t understand why those children are throwing handfuls of it in their hands. What’s even more frightening is that there is a box in his hand, which is filled with the whole palm of his hand, and he feeds it little by little. .

But that seems to be Wen Song.

He seemed to be trapped in an unprecedentedly clear dream, and he was reluctant to wake up, so he had no choice but to follow along.

The child next to him tripped himself by stepping on his left foot and stepping on his right foot.In order to free his hands to help, he had to pour out all the food left in his palm, and took the opportunity to rub the unpleasant smell on the child's clothes, "Run slowly."

"Thank you brother." He raised his face, patted the ashes on his buttocks, and said inadvertently, "Why are you still here? The brother who fed the turtle with you has left."

Qin Qin froze for a moment, then turned to look at the empty seat beside him.The person who has always been inseparable is not here at this moment.

Since when was it absent?

Since when have you been inseparable?

He frowned at the memory.

Everything around him becomes still, turning into a blurred black and white background that no longer flows.Only the road under his feet continued to extend, and he followed the direction he came from, walking alone through the golden trees and flowers.It was the flower he wanted to show Wen Song, afraid that he would forget it soon, so he thought about it all the way and tried hard to remember it in his mind.

He passed the wishing corridor covered with ribbons.Seeing the belt he tied for Wen Song himself, although I don't believe it, as long as it is a good thing, it should be given to Wen Song.

He stopped on a certain step.

——I wish I could see him sooner.

—I wish I could go see him now.

When the midnight mountain wind extinguished the candle, it was he who was sitting here, thinking this way.

Can't do it again.

The background began to flow, it was colorful and full of noise, and the high-pitched chirping sound flashed in the head, buzzing.Qin Qin's breathing became heavier suddenly, and he staggered down the steps and ran down the mountain.The colorful and noisy background is quickly left behind, and every frame is a painting printed in my mind.

Each picture is of two people.School, home, bar, beach or convenience store, that dark and cramped hotel room.

Both are two people.

People come and go in the temple.He casually grabbed a child who was running around like himself, breathed rapidly, and asked intermittently, "Did you see a brother with pink hair?"

"I saw it... what, can't you see it?" The child was startled by him, gave him a strange look, and pointed forward, "Isn't it right there?"

Qin Tan looked in the direction he pointed, his eyes filled with the thin figure not far away.

The air in the lungs is not enough, and the voice seems to come out of the heart, "Wen Song!"

The man turned his head in response, his wind-blown hair fluttered up, revealing a familiar face.It was particularly vivid and moving in his eyes.

The heartbeat was deafening.

"Why are you running around!"

When Wen Song saw him, he couldn't hold back his tears for a moment, and scolded angrily, "I told you to stay still! Where have you been? Why are you coming back now?!"

"A little detour." He panted with a smile.

"Sorry to keep you waiting for too long."

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