The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

As soon as this sentence was finished, the sound of rain suddenly became louder.Wen Song was taken aback.

What's going on, it seems that God is not happy to hear it.

"No need. Asking for marriage with Manjusri Bodhisattva is not very professional."

The rain was so fierce and urgent that it bounced off the ground and splashed my calves.Qin Qin stepped back, sat by the fence in the corridor and took out the earphones to chat with him, "Why don't you want to ask yourself one?"

"I don't need it anymore." Wen Song said solemnly, "I'm a paper lover."

Qin Qin raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes obviously had questions related to the Dimensional Wall.

"I just like paper people."

Wen Song moved to his side, wiped the hem of his clothes and sat down on the railing, and explained in detail, "The characters in the comics in Two-dimensional and the like. Especially in the works of Mr. Chengshi, his protagonists are just like mine. Sex...interesting point."

I almost spoke my mind.

"Why don't you like living people?" Qin Qin was curious about the world in his eyes. "You have a soft spot for that cartoonist."

What does it mean not to like living people?

The more I think about it, the more amusing I am.Wen Song snorted and didn't stop it for a long time, "Although it's okay to think about it carefully, it sounds so strange."

"I don't like it because...it's too complicated, and I always feel that the people I meet are a bit boring, or it may be because I have met too few people."

He is not the kind of character who deliberately avoids socializing. Although he is not good at making friends actively, he is willing to chat with interested people.However, even the kind of people who seem to be very good at playing when they first meet, there will always be a sense of loss after getting to know them a little bit-everyone seems to be just wearing a layer of personality, but in fact the inside is similar, gradually becoming Not much interest in getting along.

The senior brother in front of him is still some distance away from "the crowd".It seems that this is the first time he has encountered this kind of person who gets more and more novel, and feels that there is still a long time to play.

"Paper figurines are easier to understand, and have interesting personalities, especially the role of Teacher Chengshi. You can say that."

He said solemnly, "If you and Teacher Chengshi's autographed comics fall into the water at the same time, I will fish for the comic books first."

Qin Tan showed a surprised expression.

"You can swim?"

"..."

Wen Song spread his hands: "It's one of the few sports I like."

He is not in good health, he can usually be exempted from physical education classes, and rarely goes to parties and the like.There is a swimming pool at home, and occasionally I will swim a few laps with my brother when I am bored.

Speaking of gatherings, he told Qin Tan: "Tomorrow I will have full classes during the day, and I will go to the club dinner at night, so I can't go out with you."

Qin Qin originally planned to book a seat to take him to dinner by the lake, but he paused for a while, but only asked, "Is it a very important dinner?"

"It's not that important... My club has dinners every week. I always hang out with you. I've used this reason to dove off several times. They suspect that I make friends out of nothing."

Wen Song said frankly, "It's not good to be absent all the time. Go show your face tomorrow and sit for a while before going back."

"Why?"

"I have made an appointment with my friends from the club, and we will go back to the school dormitory together later."

The heavy rain is like pouring, hitting people's hearts and making them feel uneasy.Can't stop for a while.

Qin Tan didn't ask any more questions, and handed him an earphone.

Wen Song can only hear it every day.The playlist that circulated that day happened to be a symphony. I was hypnotized by incomprehensible classical music, and fell asleep leaning against the pillars.

Qin Qin bowed his head to reply to the work news.

After Chuchuna's photo shoot was put into commercial use, more and more such invitations were made.Although it's a job I don't like very much, I can't recommend all the jobs introduced by acquaintances, so I just pick the ones that are closer and pay more.

After finalizing the time and location of the shooting, when I looked back, I found that he had fallen asleep.A mosquito was flying around in front of him, picking a spot to land.

If I wake up later and find a red envelope bulging on my cheek, I don't know what my expression will look like.

Qin Qin turned off the phone screen, watched the mosquito fly with interest for a while, and when it was about to land, he stretched out his hand and waved it away a few times.In the wind of the palm, the smell of perfume spread lightly.

He seems to like the taste very much.No matter what clothes I change, I always have the same scent on my body.

Qin Qin is slightly more sensitive to smells than ordinary people. He has never smelled this kind of perfume anywhere else, but he doesn't think it smells bad on him.

Mixed with the smell of earth and grass in the rain, he is like a plant growing in the temple, quietly exuding a fragrance.The vines are wrapped around the pillars, and the leaves should be purple—like the color in the T-shirts and portraits he often wears. The leaves are very thin, and when the raindrops fall, they will be shaken by the impact.

The fruit will be plump, that round shape.The fruity taste is sweet and shattered when pinched, and the juice will drip all over your hands.

The sound of the rain faded away.Qin Tan's eyes were glued to him, and before he woke up, he moved wantonly inch by inch.

At first glance, he is a young master in a very good family. He cannot be exposed to the sun or drenched, and his skin is white and tender, and his skin is delicate and smooth.Such an excellent texture makes people want to use some sharp or rough things to leave some traces.

The desire to destroy in his heart was fleeting, Qin Qin looked away, pulled down the earphones irritably, and suppressed the distorted thoughts in his heart.

Not knowing when the music disappeared, Wen Song took a brief nap against the pillar, his body slid down involuntarily, and he fell forward with his head down, waking himself up.

When I woke up, I couldn't hear the rain.After the new rain in the empty mountains, the temperature became much more comfortable.He wanted to rub his eyes, remembering that he was still wearing contact lenses, he closed his hands uncomfortably, and stretched instead.

Seeing the people beside him staring intently at the ground, he asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

Qin Qin had been observing for a while, and heard him wake up, pointing to the snail crawling slowly on the ground, "It looks a bit like you."

"..."

Or go climbing.

After squinting for a while, I was full of energy, and then I looked at the more than 500 winding steps, and I no longer felt that it would be too strenuous to climb up.Wen Song yelled "go all in one go", vowing to climb up in one go.

Just halfway through the climb, the breath was a little exhausted.

The steps are not flat, and the unevenness is built according to the mountain. It looks very interesting, but it is actually difficult to walk.It may also be because Qin Qin pointed at the little snail and said "like you", he deliberately quickened his pace in the first half of the journey, his usual rhythm was disrupted, and gradually his breathing became difficult and he couldn't breathe.

Passing a small slope, there is a tall longan tree planted next to the steps, with towering branches and leaves.A name tag is hung on the trunk, probably to introduce the species and habits.

The uncle next to him said "three flowers and three fruits" to the sign, which means that this tree can bloom three times a year and bear three fruits.

Everyone sighed and said that this sounds amazing.

Only Wen Song had chest tightness and shortness of breath, and coughed twice weakly: "It sounds so tired."

"..."

His face was as white as paper.Qin Qin judged calmly, found out the aerosol he carried with him and stuffed it for him to relieve his asthma.

He took the medicine, squatted under the big tree and breathed silently.After a while, he regained his strength, fearing that Qin Qin would feel that he was too weak, and then he continued to popularize the science seriously, "Did you know that when the seasons change, the human trachea is more sensitive to the air."

"I know." Qin Qin was very cooperative, "I blame autumn for coming too timely, not you."

"..."

Wen Song himself felt ashamed, so he muttered under his breath, "You... just know."

I didn't dare to stand up hastily after squatting for too long, for fear that I would make a fool of myself if I fell down, but if I stood up slowly, I might be laughed at again.

Just as he was thinking about how to leave this posture handsomely, Qin Qin also squatted down, with his back to him.

"Let you go by yourself again, I'm afraid that if you don't live in the mountains tonight, you will have to go to the hospital."

"..."

Little movement, extremely harmful.

As expected, Wen Song was hit by the provocateur, snorted, climbed onto his back and pressed down on purpose, provocatively said: "I am very heavy."

Qin Qin supported his thigh, stood up and weighed it, and replied with a half-smile, "I feel it."

The skeleton is not big, but the weight is not light.

"..."

Wen Song's heart sank when he was weighed down, and he quickly hugged his neck tightly and didn't let go. He also forgot to talk trash to each other, and said to him from left to right, "Really...can't there be an elevator on the mountain?"

The elevator project is temporarily impossible to realize, and can only rely on manpower to go up the mountain.When Qin Tan said not to move around, he really didn't dare to move anymore, pretending to be a backpack and obediently lying on his stomach.

The fingers were slightly sunk into the soft flesh of the thigh, strangely like being surrounded.Qin Qin smelled the sweet scent of perfume coming from him again, this time it was closer, lingering on the tip of his nose seemingly.

Obviously he was doing coolies, but he gave people the illusion that he was taking advantage.

After walking the remaining 100-odd steps, Qin Qin was so tired that he was finally able to put him down, panting softly with his knees propped up.

Wen Song blushed when he heard this: "Don't pant so sweetly, it's easy to mislead people."

"..." What was pretending in my mind every day.

Qin Qin guessed that it was probably the associative ability caused by being addicted to paper figures, "Really, you are not bad for breathing."

He went to the nearest tap and washed his face to cool off.Wen Song also went to the pool to rinse his mouth. The mountain spring water was refreshingly sweet, and rinsed away the remaining smell of medicine in his mouth.There were tiny drops of water splashing beside him.

Qin Qin was scooping up a handful of clear water, and splashing it on his face with his eyes closed.

There is an open space outside the Manjusri Bodhisattva Hall. They stood halfway up the mountain, and the setting sun loomed from the forest.The water droplets are lifted into the air, refracted by the warm afterglow to become glass-like, as if they would glow.

Wen Song admired silently by the side.

Qin Qin really fits his fantasy of the male protagonist in comic books, whether it's body, appearance, personality, voice, behavior, or even a very unusual special attraction.

The kind of "special" that wants to do something to him as soon as he sees it - or thinks he is very suitable to be done something, always reminds people of the unspeakable part.

So that every time he thinks too far, Wen Song will feel a subtle sense of guilt in his heart, wishing to pour some detergent into his head and repent silently.

After washing his face, he propped his arms on the edge of the pool and shook his head to shake off the drops of water on his face.

The extra moisture made his brows and eyelashes more inky, but made his lips redder.It slowly slid down his jaw, even hanging on the tip of his nose, and slowly condensed into a transparent drop of water.

Wen Song suddenly wanted to touch the bridge of his nose.

Based on what Qin Tan knew, this shouldn't be something that would be rejected.Just as Wen Song was about to speak, a butterfly flew down in front of the pool, vibrating its black and white wings, and landed on the tip of his nose without warning.

At this moment, the copper bells hanging on the eaves outside the hall were blown by the wind and jingled.The backlit translucent wings and his profile were shrouded in the soft halo of the setting sun, frozen into a thrilling beauty.Such sensuality is like a gift from someone who has escaped, and it is a blessing for this world.

Wen Song forgot what he wanted to say.Get caught up in the scene before you and be sure you won't forget it for a long time to come.

This scene should be photographed and treasured, but he was dumbfounded.Qin Tan wrinkled his nose, and the butterfly flew away immediately, leaving only a faint trail behind.

"Senior Brother Qin." He came back to his senses, and pointed to the butterfly flying far away, half with emotion and half with admiration.

"That looks like you."

There was a little pride in his tone.I feel that I am very interesting, and I don’t care about the previous troubles, and I still compare it with such a beautiful image.

Qin Tan froze for a moment, but remembered seeing a copy of "Butterfly Effect" in the bar that night.

Perhaps earlier, when he picked up the comic book that slipped from the bedside, when he released a new song, he noticed that a fan who had always given positive feedback did not comment, so he impulsively spoke up.

I don't know which butterfly flapped its wings.Today, he is standing in the afterglow of the setting sun with the netizen who "has known this one all his life", joking intimately, and the distance between them is within reach.

"Qin Tan." He said.

Wen Song blinked, but didn't understand, "What?"

He repeated again, "My name is Qin Tan."

Only then did he realize that it meant "call me Qin Tan".

It's an invitation to become even more intimate.

Wen Song tasted it, accepted it happily, and said with a smile, "Did you know that Qin's surname is actually the same as Qin's, so your name can still be pronounced as qínqin."

After finishing speaking, I thought about it again, "Well, it's a good match with Lan Lan."

"..."

Qin Tan didn't speak.

He seemed to realize something from the silence, and said in shock, "Your parents...couldn't be really Qin and Tan?"