The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

The person not far away was wrapped in a gray sweater, wearing a hat and a mask to cover himself tightly. When he turned the corner at the intersection, he turned his face to this side, and half of his handsome silhouette looked familiar.

Wen Song's footsteps froze, and he hid behind a landscape tree nearby, almost thinking that he was going to be exposed.

But he just walked through the intersection and the crowd in silence, without looking elsewhere.

Wen Song breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately followed after watching.

It was the first time to do such a thing as stalking. Although the technique was a little immature, it was not conspicuous among passers-by.After the turn, we took another path with no shops, and the more we walked, the fewer pedestrians there were.Without cover, even he felt that his steps were too sneaky, and the people in front didn't notice it at all.I don't know if I don't care or ignore it on purpose.

Wen Song quickly realized that even though he took a detour, this direction was still the way back to the dormitory.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the dormitory building, he stopped under the dormitory building, stood across the road, took out his pockets, and threw something on the ground.

One after another, and finally pulled the pocket of the sweater and shook it, and didn't stop until I squeezed myself dry and there was nothing left.

"..."

Weird, what are you doing.

Wen Song grabbed the tree trunk, stuck out half of his head and looked hard, regretting that he didn't wear glasses when he went out to swim.

Swimming goggles are also prescribed.Suddenly thinking of this, Wen Song took it out of his bag and used it as a substitute, holding it up in front of his eyes as a telescope to see that strange person was buying drinks in front of the vending machine.

It fell off with a bang, the color was transparent, and it looked like a bottle of mineral water.

But Wen Song knew that it should be a bottle of soda water, and the only one he knew liked to drink it.Just can't figure out where he's going next with the drink.

In fact, he didn't go anywhere, just leaned next to the vending machine, took off his mask, and drank a whole bottle intermittently.

If there is a third perspective, Wen Song feels that his behavior should look even weirder than his, and he just stood here and stared at him for more than ten minutes.

It wasn't until the empty bottle was thrown into the trash can that he was about to put his mask back on, and finally couldn't help but raise his voice and shout——

"Qin Tan!!"

The person next to the vending machine was stunned, seeing him running out from behind the tree across the road, rushing towards him aggressively, with a fallen leaf on his head.

He didn't have the patience to continue following, and he also realized that it was meaningless, so he might as well just come here and find an explanation for the sulking that he has experienced in the past half month.

It really pissed him off.

Before he could figure out where to vent his resentment, Qin Qin looked at him and laughed first, his tone as soft as his eyes.

"Good evening, Wen Song."

Probably because of the backlight, the outline of his entire face is more obvious, but his smile is so gentle.Wen Song was bluffed for a while, not knowing whether it was a good night or not, let alone saying harsh words.

When I was depressed, I suddenly saw his hand stretching towards my eyes, and subconsciously turned my face away, "...what are you doing?"

I haven't seen each other for more than half a month, and I will poke people's eyeballs as soon as they meet.

After only a momentary pause, his hand changed direction and shook off the leaf.

Wen Song patted his hair uncomfortably, and his tone became tough, "Where have you been these days? There is no news at all."

"Sorry. I've been... a little busy lately."

His smile became transparent.More or less entangled with helplessness, but only said, "Sorry."

Wen Song watched him lower his gaze in such helplessness, like the frail and thin butterfly wings he had seen that day, translucent by the light, so beautiful that it was almost fragile.

When such a sense of vulnerability appeared on him and was reflected in people's eyes, the great sin would be discounted.

Inexplicably, half of the anger disappeared.

"Then are you busy tonight too?"

"……not busy."

Qin Qin emphasized "today", "I'm not busy today."

Wen Song pointed to the vending machine, "Then buy me a drink."

He didn't say what he wanted to drink.The drink I drink most often after going to college is a local brand in City C, which can be found in shops and vending machines in the streets and alleys.But the name happened to be a string of English letters that I couldn't understand, and I couldn't pronounce it even now.

Just like Lan Lan's "that white car", it is also "that grape-flavored soda".

Qin Qin is not stupid with the steps clearly displayed.Yiyan turned to the vending machine, and the drink dropped after a few seconds.The bottle is colorful and translucent, and inside is purple soda with small bubbles.

Wen Song reached out to pick it up, with a faint smell of disinfectant, his fingertips were wrinkled from the soak, and was pale by the lights in the vending machine.

Qin Tan asked, "Did you go swimming?"

Wen Song nodded: "Yes."

He thought the small shower in the swimming pool was uncomfortable to use, so he planned to go back to the dormitory to take a shower, and he only wiped his hair carelessly, and the night wind almost dried it all the way back.

Wen Song asked: "Are you going back to the dormitory tonight?"

Qin Qin also nodded: "En."

"..."

In my impression, they seldom exchange pleasantries like this, so now I realize how uncomfortable they are.

Wen Song didn't unscrew the drink, and took it upstairs.

Qin Tan followed him silently.

Wen Song suspected that he was going to leave, but changed his mind on a whim.He didn't say why he changed his mind, and he didn't ask.

When I went upstairs, I took time to worry about whether that Uncle Qin would come to the dormitory again tonight, but in the end, not only were there no visitors, even the other two senior brothers who were supposed to be there did not return.

There are only two of them in the dormitory.

The upper bunk is still the same.Wen Song took out the spare sheets and pillows from the closet and put them on the bare mattress. Without saying anything, he took the pajamas and went to take a shower.

After coming out of the shower, Qin Tan went into the bathroom instead.There was nothing to say during the whole process.

The upper bunk bed has been made, and it seems that it is indeed going to sleep here.Wen Song circled back and forth in the room, hearing the sound of water becoming more and more disturbed, so he simply opened the door and went out to take a breath.

Their dormitory is on the outermost floor, and the floor is also low. Standing on the railing, they can see the vending machine downstairs.

When the cold wind blows, people wake up a little bit.Wen Song leaned on the railing to see the faint light of the vending machine, thinking of what he had yelled at Lan Lan, he had to remind himself again.

What you don't want to say is that you don't want others to know.

It's not hard to understand, it's just hard to implement.

Suddenly, a small animal jumped out of the grass.He was drawn to look, and went back to the dormitory, took his glasses and lay down on the railing to watch. It was the famous orange cat uncle who came to watch the night, the one with a tuft of white hairs in the shape of a heart on its back.

Only then did he realize that what Qin Tan had just sprinkled was cat food.Thinking about something else, he leaned out while clutching the railing, twisted and looked back, using an awkward posture to restore the angle of view downstairs.

Standing next to the vending machine downstairs, you can see the lights of this dormitory.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Wen Song became nervous like a mystery, and immediately ran back to the dormitory, jumped on the bed, huddled under the quilt, closed his eyes in a self-deceiving manner, and listened to the sound with his ears.

Qin Qin came out of the bathroom and saw that the quilt was tightly covered, so he turned off the light first, quickly tidied up in the dark, and went to bed early.

The bed shook briefly a few times.When all movements stopped and the room returned to silence, Wen Song got out from under the quilt to breathe, and gently adjusted into a comfortable sleeping position.

After a short while, I felt that it was too quiet.It was so quiet that it was impossible to sleep.

He secretly looked at his phone, looked at it for a while, tossed and turned for 10 minutes and still didn't feel sleepy, a little envious that there was no movement at all on the upper bunk, as if he had fallen asleep long ago.

He tentatively called out, "Qin Tan."

Qin Tan's voice quickly came from above his head, "What's wrong?"

"..."

He choked for a long time, and what he said turned into a sentence that he didn't even think of:

"What's for dinner tomorrow morning?"

Qin Qin is back.

A period of time was cut off by an invisible hand, and then spliced ​​together seamlessly.It's as if he didn't go to the pool, but swam in the lake that night.

Qin Qin came back, as if he had never been missing, and his attitude and tone of speech remained the same as before.

Wen Song is the same.

They tacitly pretend that everything is normal.

And no one mentioned what each other experienced during the half a month that disappeared out of thin air.

Wen Song didn't know what Qin Qin was thinking, but he felt that it was not something to be thankful for being so normal - but he couldn't think of any better way.

Until Qin Qin asked him if he wanted to visit the place where he worked part-time.

**

Wen Song still remembers that when he broke up by the lake that night, he said, "There is a place I have always wanted to take you to see."

The place where he works is a small bar. There are neon lights hanging on the wooden signboard at the entrance of the store. The name of the store is "Xiao Chen".

Wen Song thought, this place is either very private, or the boss is very casual.When I entered the store, I felt that I had both.

The decoration in the store is mostly made of old wood, which looks comfortable.They came very early, the show started at ten o'clock every night, and the boss Xiao Chen hadn't come yet. There were only two tables of individual guests who ordered beer and snacks and chatted.

After Qin Tan came in, the guests at one of the tables immediately came over to say hello, they seemed to be fans who came to cheer.

Wen Song didn't get involved, and found a table to sit down.After appreciating the small lamps and ashtrays on the table, he looked at other places with his face in his hands. His eyes met the middle-aged man who arranged the audio equipment on the small stage, and he nodded politely.

The man didn't pay much attention to him, instead he kept looking at the young fans around Qin Tan, showing disdain and jealousy.

Wen Song thought it was a bit interesting, so he took a few more glances, and when Qin Tan finished his work, he came over and asked who it was.

"I don't know either."

Qin Qin said, "The temporary guitarists who came here today don't have a fixed band, and the positions are all mobile. Some people only come once or twice. Usually, they work at their jobs and do everything. Most of them come to perform for hobbies. "

Qin Qin didn't care much about this temporary colleague and asked him, "What do you want to drink?"

Wen Song didn't want to touch alcoholic beverages again, "Is the soda I usually drink available?"

"There are none in the bar." Qin Tan glanced at the time, got up and told him, "Stay here and don't run around, I'll go out and buy."

"Oh."

He took out his mobile phone and planned to check Weibo for a while, but as soon as Qin Qin left, the temporary guitarist on the small stage began to wink.

Wen Song looked back, there was no one behind him or on either side, "Call me?"

"It's you, Qin Qin's little follower."

The guitarist called Wen Song to the small stage, "This is the first time you've come to a bar? A good baby who doesn't even drink alcohol."

Wen Song carefully bypassed the various equipment lines on the ground, hummed perfunctorily, and looked at the gathered musical instruments, revealing a little curiosity.

He cleared his throat confidently, and started talking about the equipment incessantly, as if he had often used this trick to win admiration.

However, Wen Song was only new to the scene he saw for the first time. As a music blind, he had no interest in various music theory knowledge and musical instrument structure.

After talking for 2 minutes, he saw that Wen Song was absent-minded, so he turned to talk about Qin Tan, "Who is he to you?"

Wen Song said, "He's a senior from my school."

"Hey, then he brought you here. He has bad intentions."

The guitarist snorted and said in a very private tone, pointing to his temple, "You know him? There's something wrong with him here. Yeah, that's the place—there's a problem."

"..."

Wen Song wondered if he really put the words "I'm easy to bully" on his head.

Otherwise, why as soon as Qin Tan was mentioned, everyone would talk to him in such a tone that they wanted to scare him.

"I know, I already knew."

With the intention of revenge, he deliberately replied in a very understanding tone, "Hasn't he been diagnosed for a long time?"

That startled expression appeared on the questioner's face.

Originally, I wanted to see him panicked, but it turned into making fun of himself.How can a confident adult bear it, "You know he is sick and you are so close to him, do you like him?"

"Of course."

Wen Song followed the good advice, "I like him so much that I can't breathe if I don't see him for a while. Otherwise, why would I come here if I don't even know how to drink? Of course it's because of him." Yeah. I even want to see him working."

"...Don't think that he is a good person. As long as you are like you, you will be deceived by him sooner or later."

The guitarist added, "Because he's handsome and rich, he's good at playing. Do you know that he's having an affair with the drummer of this band? Outside—"

"To tell you the truth, uncle, I don't care who the drummer is."

Wen Song interrupted him, and said sincerely, "I know he has other lovers. Even if I know, I'm willing to follow him."

"Senior Brother Qin is so young and handsome, so many people must like it. I don't mind. As long as he is willing to give me two nights a week and don't leave me sleeping alone in an empty room, I will be satisfied. "

"..."

Probably shocked by his thick skin, the confident adult had nothing to say, muttered something about "a group of psychos will finish this bar sooner or later", and ran to the bar cursing, wishing they could stay 800 meters away from him.

Wen Song curled his lips, thinking about it in his heart, and couldn't help laughing.

whispering sound.

Who are you scaring.

It's just a trick of a bad adult bullying a child.However, he has received the baptism of Chinese and foreign literary works and comics, and he is no longer the kind of innocent little girl who blushes in embarrassment when someone asks "Do you like so-and-so?" boys.

No matter what, he has read countless books, and he still doesn't think the plot just now is enough.

Give me another 2 minutes of polishing time, and make it up to scare you.

Although I heard that that person is a floating population in the band, he dared to open his mouth because he won't have any communication in the future.But still exciting.

He's starting to think the bar is a fun place to be.He stretched leisurely, turned around, and slowly lowered the arm that had just been raised above his head.

Qin Qin sat at the table two steps away from him for an unknown how long.He supported his head with one hand, and twirled the drink he had just bought with the other.

Like some game called Truth or Dare.

The rotation stopped, and the mouth of the bottle was pointed at him dramatically.