The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

The waiter passed between them and set down two whiskey glasses filled with ice.

Qin Qin picked up the soda bottle, knocked around the knuckles of the bottle to eliminate the air bubbles, unscrewed it, poured half a glass, and pushed it forward calmly.

"What you like to drink."

Wen Song lingered and sat opposite him, with his hands pressed against the wall of the cup, and a layer of cold water vapor filled his palms.The momentum of talking nonsense just now was visibly turned off, "Where did you start listening?"

"It's been a long time since you said you knew I was diagnosed," Qin Tan said.

"..."

Come back too soon.

The only blame is that there are not enough people in the bar, and the bgm sound is not loud enough.Wen Song was at a loss for a while, not sure what attitude he should take to speak—at such an unexpected timing and occasion.

Been pretending nothing happened lately.Originally thought that it would be whitewashed and turned over, but now it has been brought to the bright side.

He picked up his cup and took a sip of his soda, delaying time, using this to think about his words, "Just now I made it up now, after reading so many comics, it's so difficult to make up a story. You..."

He paused, unable to continue speaking, feeling annoyed and dissatisfied with such wording.

What is whitewashed is always just an appearance.No matter how comforting the heart is, a well-decorated lie will not become the truth.

Qin Tan's eyes fell on him impartially.

Wen Song shook his head vigorously, discarded unnecessary worries, and asked for the answer directly, "I heard a lot from others, but it doesn't matter. I want to hear from you."

He asked seriously: "Are you?"

Sooner or later he will ask.It's not easy to hold back my words until now.

Qin Qin raised his eyes to look at the small stage, and smiled as lightly as he breathed, "I have been here for more than a year. You probably don't know, I rarely stay in the same store for so long."

"There are still many interesting places in city c that you haven't been to. You can spend a lot of time after visiting carefully, but they are all about the same level of interest. If you want to choose a place, you will feel that you will be in any place in the future if you have been there. I will never regret taking any place as my last stop, and I will choose this place.”

Qin Tan said, "I am."

Out of the corner of his eye, Wen Song shook his cup violently, and the drink splashed on the back of his hand and on the table.

Qin Qin pushed the tissue box over and teased his reaction, "Does it scare you so much?"

"No... there is water outside the cup, it's too slippery."

Wen Song took out a tissue and pressed it on his hand, then wiped the whole table carefully, without saying a word for a long time.

Qin Qin was silent for a while, and spoke first, "I can take you back now, if you want."

He brought Wen Song here, originally planning to be the "last stop".

Only then did Wen Song realize that his mind-wandering would misunderstand him, and shook his head and said, "I don't want to go back yet."

"I was thinking, my mother also had the same disease as you."

Qin Qin froze for a moment, "Your biological mother?"

"……if not!"

"Then do you know how high the probability of inheritance is?"

"I know, of course I... know everything." Wen Song's tone was complicated. "And know I'm lucky."

"That's great."

After Qin Tan finished speaking, he seemed to be relieved, and repeated it a second time in a low voice.

"Great."

How much time I have experienced is not known to outsiders-even the time that I can't wait to disappear from my life is mixed into this sentence.

No it would be great.

Wen Song understands.

He had seen what a person looked like during a seizure when he was very young, and he could understand why Qin Qin chose to hide that side when he realized that his situation was abnormal.

So during the half month when Qin Qin disappeared, he heard many people say it many times, and he always hoped that it was a rumor rather than a fact, and this sentence was repeated in his heart.

It would be great if not.

But the luck that favored him did not befall Qin Tan.

Having said that, the two remained silent for a long time.It could be as long as an hour or two.No mobile phone or conversation, each with his own mind, relatively silent.

Wen Song leaned his elbows on the table, watched the ice cubes melt in the whiskey glass, bent his knuckles and gently rubbed the tip of his nose.

For a long time, Qin Qin guessed that he might be thinking about how to say goodbye politely.

Qin Qin knew a long time ago that he could have summed up in two sentences as straightforwardly as before, saving time and effort, and becoming a relationship that no longer needs to say hello when they meet in the future.Or never see each other again.

But he didn't.He sat there like a scumbag waiting for the other party to break up first.The difference is that he is not trying to escape the responsibility of telling the truth, but to retain a little possibility.

As for what kind of plot that possibility will be unfolded into, he has the final say.

After each went through a long period of mental activity, Wen Song suddenly spoke.

"Will you hit me?"

"..."

"I mean when you have a manic episode," he patched earnestly.

Qin Qin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"If I can't now, I won't then."

The complex human mind is governed by reason and emotion.That state will magnify people's repressed thoughts. When rationality abdicates, the thoughts that are bound by realistic morality and rules are temporarily out of control.

It’s not about generating ideas out of thin air that didn’t exist before.It's because he thought about it, so he did it - as he wanted, without measure.

"It doesn't make me a different person. It just makes me... more like me."

Qin Qin said, "I'm sorry for deliberately teasing you by the lake that night."

"But if the same situation happened again in the future, I would probably still do it."

If there is a future.

"I know, you scared me back then."

Wen Song waved his hand smartly, "Forget it this time. You bought me a drink, and I decided to forgive you mercifully."

"..."

"But if it happens again next time, it will depend on your performance next time."

He said... next time.

Before Qin Qin had time to think about it, he grabbed the hand that was on the table and clapped it twice urgently.

Like every time he talked about a topic of interest, he asked enthusiastically, "What does it feel like to be manic? I just know that it doesn't feel painful. Is it like being drunk?"

"...much more comfortable than getting drunk."

Qin Qin tried his best to find references to explain to him, "Have you seen "Titanic"? It feels very similar to that poor painter standing on the bow of the ship and shouting 'I'm the king of the world' to the sea."

"I've never been in a boat that big!"

"It's a cruise ship."

"I haven't slept at sea yet."

Wen Song said with a smile, "Are you free during the holiday? Let's go on a cruise. Maybe we can see the sunrise and groups of dolphins."

"Aren't you... not afraid?"

"If I'm not scared now, I certainly won't be scared then."

He blinked slyly, "But I will watch you, lest you shout too much and cannot resist jumping into the sea."

"..."

"Qin Tan." Wen Song asked, "Are we friends?"

Before anyone could answer, he said with certainty, "I think you should be friends with me. In this way, half of my aura of luck can cover you."

"Don't hide it from me in the future. Even if you don't want to see me, you should at least let me know whether you are dead or alive."

Qin Qin couldn't talk to him again.When the working hours came, I was forcibly dragged to the stage for business.

Wen Song placed himself in a listening posture, even if he didn't understand any music, he had a very upright attitude of cheering.

Qin Qin also straightened the microphone and stared at him for several seconds.It wasn't until the guests at other tables followed this gaze to pay attention to Wen Song's position that they suddenly showed their first clear smile tonight.

"First song of the night."

He said, "To my friend."

Except for the opening, Qin Qin hardly sang much.Tonight is a folk performance, and the middle-aged guitarist's hoarse voice echoes in the bar.He just sat on the side of the stage and quietly played the piano accompaniment, casting his eyes down the stage from time to time.

Without a tablemate, Wen Song refilled his glass by himself.Gradually, he seemed to have drunk too much soda. He held his face while watching Qin Qin play the piano in an atmosphere similar to a little tipsy. Every time he applauded at the end of the song, he was very serious.

It’s just that for some reason, the more I listen to it, the more my nose becomes sour, and I feel sad after being swayed by the melody.

He remembered that when he was a child, he also had a piano at home, which was exquisite and expensive, but no one had ever played a complete piece of music on it.

Wen Qing once tried to teach him, but was always interrupted roughly.

He likes the sound of the piano, one of the few instruments that makes him "like".But later, in order to avoid such a situation, he offered not to learn piano anymore.

Afterwards, he was the only one left.

Until now, he has not been able to play a decent piece of music. Every time he touches the keys, he feels that something will hit his fingers in the next second, and his playing posture is jerky and difficult.

Qin Qin is not like that.Does he really like music?The melody is smooth and natural, and those beautiful hands move lightly between the black and white keys, as if they are dancing.

If only his life could be as light as playing a piano.

When the two-hour performance was about to end, Wen Song fell asleep in the bar.Qin Qin got off work at midnight and couldn't wake him up. Boss Xiao Chen helped him move him onto his back.

On the way to send him home, Qin Tan heard his voice close to his ears, muttering in a daze, "Play...teach me..."

"Change to teach."

"Qin Qin..."

"Anything else to order?"

In the surprised eyes of the driver master, Wen Song fell asleep on his lap and muttered all the way, "Come on...have a good life."

The parties were unaware.Qin Tan patiently answered his sleep talk over and over again.

"I will."

**

From this day on, the invisible positions of the two have been subtly reversed.

Qin Qin kind of missed his adoring tone in the past. When the senior brothers shouted shortly, he was told to go where to go, to eat whatever he asked, and he was extremely obedient.

Now that the end has been handed over, Wen Song seems to feel that he is more obliged to take care of him, saying that he should rest more, because the work is already very hard and he can't always run outside.It’s like taking care of a little girl who is menstruating. When drinking milk tea, you have to supervise him to reduce the ice and sugar. “Don’t be cold and spicy! It’s good for your body.”

After speaking, he took his own milk tea with ice and full sugar and sucked it hard.

Noticing his teasing eyes, he said confidently, "You are a patient."

Qin Tan seldom hears someone say that but doesn't feel disgusted.For this point alone, it’s okay to drink milk tea without ice, "Okay, Brother Song."

"Don't don't." Wen Song said modestly, "You are almost three years older than me. In theory, there can be a generation gap between us."

"..."

Qin Qin intentionally or unintentionally took the opportunity to ask, "When is your birthday?"

"It's almost there, there are still two months."

He himself was looking forward to it, "My brother said he would give me a big present on my birthday."

"You have a brother?"

"Cousin. We grew up together."

Wen Song was walking like flying with milk tea in his hand, "I'm going to be late! You're going to be late too!"

"..."

"Why don't you run away!"

Both of them will have classes in the next session, but the classrooms where the classes are held are separated by half the campus.It is known that Wen Song's classroom will arrive soon, no matter how fast he runs, it is impossible to reach the other end of the campus within 5 minutes.

Qin Qin calmly swept a bicycle, "See you after class."

Wen Song took a few seconds out of the precious 5 minutes to admire the handsome guy racing, watching him step on the pedal and step on the jacket to take off.

Is this the legendary saying "I don't care on the surface, but I'm panicking in my heart".

Taking a sip of milk tea and continuing to walk like flying, Wen Song arrived at the classroom on time, took a breath, and felt that his physical fitness was improving day by day.

He used to be the kind of person who would arrive half an hour early to see a movie, but after going to college, he became a spot-watcher and he didn't know why.When I entered the classroom, the teacher was already preparing lessons on the podium. Fortunately, the back door was not closed, so I walked in with my back bent and took root in the last row.

After one and a half quarters, when the teacher was not paying attention, another cat came in from the last row.

As usual, Qin Qin finished counting first, came to pick him up from get out of class, and went to Xiao Chen's Bar for dinner later.

The food in the bar wasn't delicious, but Qin Tan seemed happy that he went there.Recently, I went there almost every other day. Boss Chen, who came and went here and there, also got to know him, and even joked that he would add a hammock to him in the bar.

After school life is enriched again.

Wen Song declined Lan Lan's invitation and did not go to the party he mentioned to join in the fun.He probably had a new love affair, so he didn't ask any more questions, but suggested that if he had nothing to do, he could go to the club to make some other friends.

Thinking about the behavior of those senior brothers in the club, Wen Song sighed inwardly.

He still thinks Qin Qin is the most interesting.

This most interesting person was nestling in the last row with him, drawing on a piece of draft paper to pass the time.I started with a pencil, and I seem to have some art skills, and the perspective of the landscape is well drawn.

Wen Song has been paying attention to the process of enriching the picture. The gray school road, gray street lamps and gray vending machines make the composition more and more familiar. "Is it the road downstairs in our dormitory?"

"Ah."

In front of the vending machine is a gray Q-version villain with a sports bag on his back and a bottle of drink in his hand.

Wen Song studied it carefully, his face collapsed, "Why is it five or five points, my legs are not so short."

Qin Qin was quite satisfied with the painting, and picked out two pens from his stationery bag to fill in the colors, "It's okay, your upper body is not long either."

"..."

The only thing in the stationery bag is the black pen for daily use and the red pen for marking.Wen Song was curious about how he would use it, and then found that he had no intention of completely coloring the whole painting, only the eyes of the villain.

Use black and red to create a warm brown.Two points are left blank as highlights, and the monotonous color suddenly becomes transparent.

On the gray screen, a pair of warm brown eyes are shining brightly, as if centered on this, spreading a strange sense of light to the whole world.

Wen Song looked at the draft paper for a long time, and solemnly concluded: "You should become an artist. What is this called? Impressionism? Abstractionism?"

"Maybe called draft flow."

"..."

"Anyway, it's very imaginative." Wen Song said, "Let's sign it. When you become popular in the future, you can even put it up for auction."

Qin Tan did sign it, but he knew in his heart that imagination didn't play much role in this painting.

Just the real world as he saw it with his own eyes.

Wen Song seemed to feel something, and asked him about the time when he left school, "How does Yu Qi feel?"

Qin Qin's answer was the same as the previous few times, "It's better if you don't know."

After eating at the bar and staying for a while in the evening, it was getting late.Wen Song had no plans to leave, saying that he would stay and leave with him after get off work today.

He never stayed sober until after get off work, and any genre of music he listened to turned into a lullaby in the end.Today, he was very energetic. During the intermission, Qin Qin came down from the stage and saw him lying on the table, rubbing his nose against the back of his hands, thinking about something carefully.

"Don't tell me yet?"

"……how do you know!"

"You've been talking nice things about me since the afternoon."

The intention is too obvious, even if you want to pretend that you don't realize it, you can't pretend.

Wen Song took out a photo on his phone and showed it to him, "This is a poster from my collection, it's in Teacher Chengshi's book, and it's a limited gift in the collector's edition."

"Don't you think there should be an autograph on such a beautiful poster?"

Seeing Qin Qin nodding cooperatively, he followed the temptation, "Teacher Chengshi will have a signing event the day after tomorrow, at the cultural center in the neighborhood of our school. Do you have time the day after tomorrow? Come with me."

He said solemnly, "Otherwise I will kneel down and beg you."

"..."

Qin Qin didn't think it was a big problem, "I have a night job the night after tomorrow, so it's fine if your signing can end before nine o'clock in the evening."

There shouldn't be a signing session that lasts until midnight.

"Yes! Yes, yes, it can be over before six o'clock!"

Wen Song was busy having fun when he heard him say, "In exchange, you will come to accompany me at night."

There is a rich second generation with a lot of money who is stupid and has booked a party. He has invited more than one DJ and band. It is estimated that someone he knows will show up by then.

City C is such a big place, and there are quite a few people who know him in the music circle, so I brought my juniors over there under the pretext of taking care of him, so that he can help hold some wine.

Wen Song himself doesn't like nightclubs and other occasions, but he is happy to help each other with him.

**

On the weekend morning, Wen Song woke up earlier than the alarm clock.

Today was a big day to meet Teacher Chengshi. After waking up, he took a ritually shower, dried his hair meticulously, applied sunscreen, and went out with the wrapped perfume gift box to meet Qin Qin.

He himself is also fragrant, and it still smells the same as usual. Qin Qin saw the small gift accompanying him, "For the ten?"

"Ok!"

Getting excited early in the morning, it was rare for Wen Song to notice him, "Do you want it too? I like this taste very much, and I have two boxes at home! I'll bring it to you later."

Use it as an air freshener.It can be seen that it is the only one I like, "No need. I don't like perfume."

It's inappropriate to pour cold water on such a good day, Qin Qin quickly added, "But it smells good on you."

Wen Song didn't have time to be depressed, and only heard the second half of the sentence in full agreement, "Of course it smells good! I think Teacher Chengshi will like it too."

On the way, Lan Lan received a call asking if he wanted to play together at a party at night, but he refused without thinking. He only had his favorite teacher in his heart, and he was getting closer and closer to the cultural center, and he was getting more and more nervous.

Qin Qin never regarded people as idols, so he didn't quite understand this feeling, but he was just worried that he wouldn't get angry again, "Why don't you take the medicine and take a few breaths when you're in line."

Wen Song pulled his sleeves tightly: "Don't let me line up alone!"

"..."

Qin Qin had no choice but to take the medicine for him.

They came very early, there were only a few people in the front line, and they arrived in about ten minutes.

Qin Qin has never paid attention to this cartoonist, and the rare knowledge is only pieced together from Wen Song's mouth. His understanding of this type of profession is still in the impression of "the more bald, the stronger". It may be a middle-aged uncle wearing glasses.

When I actually met Cheng Shi, I had to admit that he was very different from the stereotype - at least he didn't have any worries about his hair volume.Sitting in the seat is a gentle and gentle beauty, speaking very kindly.

"Good morning, where are you from?"

Unexpectedly, Cheng Shi was the first to recognize Qin Tan, "You seem...have I seen you somewhere?"

Wen Song almost broke his heart at the scene.

Fortunately, a few words corrected the impression.Qin Qin just came to accompany, the real little fan was someone else.

Cheng Shi signed the poster, took the perfume and immediately tried it on his wrist, showing the genuine joy of a fellow fan, "It smells so good! I like it very much... now we smell the same?"

After speaking, I blushed.

Wen Song also blushed.

Qin Tan: "..."

unable to fit into their world.

"Actually, I also wanted to be a cartoonist when I was young, and I even copied your works."

Wen Song sighed, "Later, I found it difficult to draw. It's easier to study physics."

"..."

"I haven't seen the poster you brought for a long time. At that time, the amount of distribution was very small, and the speed of grabbing it is very good."

Cheng Shi smiled and said, "I remember that there were several people reposting pictures on Weibo at that time, and I retweeted all I saw. Do you have any of yours?"

"Yes! One is me."

Wen Song showed him the phone, "I even took a screenshot... This is me."

Qin Qin glanced at it indiscriminately, seeing the words "delivery with warm water" firmly baked on the screen, and then looked away in a low-key manner.

Wen Song didn't notice anything.This was the happiest day for him this month. Before he left, he even exchanged weibo with his beloved teacher Chengshi.

But today, 2 minutes ago, Cheng Shi took out his phone in person and blocked him with his Weibo.

What a concept.What a concept.

Wen Song wanted to buy all the cultural and creative peripherals in the exhibition area on the side.

Qin Tan: "..."

If you don't stop him, you will regret it.

Under Qin Qin's best persuasion, Wen Song retained his remaining rationality, and only picked a cat-shaped pillow stuffed with buckwheat, "As expected of Teacher Chengshi, he is so caring and healthy."

Qin Tan's eyes were opened to what it was like when the fans were on top.

Half an hour later, Wen Song finally regained his strength, and he was really glad that he was stopped from buying a bunch of messy things and went back to eat ashes, "To thank you, I will name this pillow Qin Qin, what do you think? Sample?"

"..."

You don't have to.

Later, Wen Song invited him to drink milk tea in return. It was gratifying to congratulate him, but he did not ask for ice.

When the sign was equal, the two were outside discussing what to have for lunch.Wen Song basically has no valid opinions. Today is good enough, and he will be in a good mood when he is going to eat corn bread later, and he will be disturbed by chattering here and there.

"Actually, when I was young, I thought 'boba milk tea' meant milk tea made by my sister with big breasts."

Remembering the question of being molested in the club before, he also used it on a whim to tease Qin Tan, "What size do you like?"

Qin Tan's expression remained unchanged: "XL."

"..."

Gan!You can still laugh back like this, why didn't you think of it at the time.

Wen Song regretted it too late.

Think about something in your head in broad daylight.

After choosing the store, Qin Qin was about to tap his forehead to educate him, when the phone vibrated suddenly, and he answered the phone in a surprised tone, "...When will I arrive? Today?"

"..."

"Why don't you join in the fun, can't you go back to sleep honestly?"

"..."

"If you are delayed, you may not be able to catch up."

Wen Song was very curious.

"I have a friend returning to China today and asked me to pick him up at the airport."

Qin Qin hung up the phone and looked at the time, "I have to go to the airport after lunch, and I'll take you home first? Or come with me?"

"Well... let's go with you, and I will stop you from drinking at night."

Wen Song didn't forget that he still had a mission, "Is he going to the nightclub with us too?"

"should be."

Qin Qin felt a little headache, "I like to join in the fun, I can't do without him anywhere."

Wen Song listened and felt that he should be a good friend.

Hope to be as interesting as Qin Tan.

I ate the spicy hot pot at noon, and the two heavy-tasting lovers were very satisfied.It's just that the stamina is a bit strong, and I took a cup of iced milk tea on the way out, and the plane hadn't landed yet when I arrived at the airport.

Wen Song found an empty seat and sat down, took off his glasses and hung them on his neckline, and yawned with his pillow in his arms.

The expected delay, at least another hour.He took out Cheng Shi's autograph and admired it for a few minutes, and then even his beloved wife couldn't support his shaky spirit, so he put a pillow on Qin Tan's body and squinted for a while.

Qin Qin took care of the glasses, so as not to break them.

It was the pair he picked out at the optical shop last time, but he couldn't pick it up with Wen Song.

Qin Qin held it in his hand and looked at it for a while. He didn't know where to think, and his expression was a little gloomy. "You look good wearing this."

Wen Song closed his eyes and praised himself for being smooth: "I look good in everything I wear."

Qin Tan couldn't help laughing again.In response, he continued to say unwillingly, "Last time I went to pick up glasses with Lan Lan, but the clerk only remembered you!"

"Remember me what?"

"Tsk, why don't you know how to be satisfied? Do you want me to praise you for being handsome in vernacular?"

"..."

After chatting for a while, the interval between words was lengthened, and the voice gradually weakened.

Qin Tan thought he was asleep, and was about to unlock his phone to check the news, but heard something whispered to himself.

"I have forgiven you."

I don't know if it was unintentional sleep talk, or intentional comfort.

Qin Qin put down his cell phone, leaned on the back of the chair and looked at his peaceful profile.until the plane landed.

In the airport where people come and go, how many footsteps are in a hurry and there is no time to stop.But the two of them stayed in place like sculptures, their postures unchanged for a long time.

Song Qingran came out to find someone by himself, and when he saw him from a distance, he raised his arms reflexively to say hello, but when he saw him more clearly, he hesitated in his footsteps.

The brim of Qin Tan's hat covered his face, leaving only his chin exposed.But he could always feel that the blocked eyes fell on the face of the person taking a nap.

There is an illusion that if you go directly now, you are disturbing them.

Song Qingran froze for a while, and had to send to WeChat first.

Qin Qin took off his hat and glanced at his phone, finally he was willing to change his posture and woke up Wen Song.

"Reached."

If it weren't for being sleepy, sleeping like this would actually be uncomfortable at all.He sat up straight in a daze, his cheeks were still marked with the small pits from the buckwheat husks in the pillow core, and he closed his eyes and touched to the side, "Where are my glasses."

"Head up."

Wen Song stretched his face forward defenselessly.

Qin Qin put his glasses back on for him, smoothed the ends of his crooked hair behind his ears, and even pinched his funny face holding back a smile.

"..."

Song Qingran had never seen such a smile.

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