The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

The atmosphere in the store is hot and rising, but the two outside the store are blowing cold wind.

The more Lan Lan thought about it, the angrier she became, "You came with Qin Tan? Why did you hang out with him again?!"

"Why are you making such a fuss?" Wen Song waved his hands calmly, his thin white wrist was clenched red, "You hang out in this kind of place all day, and I didn't say anything about you."

"...Can it be the same!"

"What's the difference. You're only allowed to make friends, but I can't?"

"Of course other friends are fine, but Qin Tan is different."

"You seem to be particularly afraid of him."

"Are you kidding me, am I afraid of him?" Lan Lan said angrily, "I feel bad luck when I see him, okay?"

Wen Song: "Why, does being handsome hinder your eyes?"

Lan Lan curled her lips and said noncommittally to this sentence, "You know what I mean."

When Wen Song's parents were together, they had a very tense fight with the family. Later, all kinds of inhumane things happened. Wen Qing fell ill, and the family was ruined.

Now that Wen Song is hanging out with this kind of sick person again, let's not mention how Qin Qin is, if Mr. Wen finds out, even if he hurts him, he will get angry.

Wen Song was annoyed first, "Are you sent by my family to monitor me?"

"Tsk, how did you say that. Aren't you watching me too?"

Lan Lan said earnestly, "When we come out to school, we are like grasshoppers on the same rope. Other friends are like that, but we are brothers. You are good to me. If you step into the fire pit, I will not pull you a handful?"

"Fire pit?"

Wen Song looked at him and smiled inexplicably.

"A fire pit?"

After autumn began to get colder every day, Lan Lan shivered, always feeling that this sentence sounded chilly, "What's the matter, I can't even say a word about him... I'm not wrong, right?"

As he spoke, his tone gradually became uncertain.

He thinks he knows Wen Song, a manga nerd who finds chatting with netizens more interesting than hanging out with living people, and rarely shows such great interest in anyone.If you look carefully, "rarely" can actually be replaced with "never".

To put it inaccurately, he felt that Wen Song was protecting—or even spoiling Qin Tan a bit.

"In your eyes, what kind of person is a pit of fire?" Wen Song asked him suddenly.

Lan Lan didn't have time to answer, and then heard many unexpected words.

"Before they took me home, they arranged a lot of physical examinations for me. There were so many. From physical health to psychological counseling, I lived in the hospital, filled out forms for laboratory tests every day, did genetic screening, and did all kinds of things that I couldn't tell. name project."

"Doctors come into my room every day. Question me, observe me, judge me. Assess my condition and diagnose whether I have reached the standard of normal."

"Do you think they are willing to take me home and raise me because I am normal?"

Wen Song asked calmly with an expression that made him feel completely strange, "What if I don't pass those inspections?"

"If I had inherited the same disease, what do you think I would be like now?"

"Don't say that...Xiao Song."

Lan Lan struggled to find the words to respond, "Grandpa really loves you."

"I know."

Wen Song said, "Just pretend that I still have the same life and meet you at school."

"If I was sick too, if I were that fire pit, would you be willing to be my friend and talk to me like you are now?"

"I have no idea."

Lan Lan was dumbfounded by his question, "There are so many what-ifs."

"Then don't say anything to me about 'if my family finds out'. Now that I'm in college, don't I even have the freedom to make friends?"

"As long as you don't take the initiative to tell, no one will ask you what kind of medicine Wen Song's friends at school are sick with."

He said in a non-threatening tone, "But if you dare to report behind my back, I will tell Uncle and Aunt Lan that you change your girlfriend every week at school."

"..."

Why hurt each other.

Lan Lan was deliberately misled by him, unable to turn the corner for a while, scratched the back of her head, and said hesitantly, "Then, let's listen to you first."

good.

Wen Song was a little satisfied, glanced at the red marks on his wrist, and didn't plan to argue with him any more, "Did you come by car? I'll call you when I leave later. I won't stay long It's late, but it won't be later than you anyway."

"What?"

"Take me home. It's so troublesome for Qin Qin to run around to see me off."

"……Oh."

Lan Lan was puzzled, always feeling that he had become different from before.

He wasn't sure whether Wen Song became like this because he went to college, or if he was such a person himself, and he showed it when he met Qin Tan after entering college.Just can't help but ask:

"You insist on staying by Qin Tan's side, what exactly do you want?"

Wen Song smiled, looked at the unfathomable night sky, and exhaled softly, "I want to look at him and witness it with my own eyes."

"I want to know what kind of life he will have."

**

"Your little brother is quite interesting."

The two of them went out in a tug-of-war.Song Qingran said, "Who was it just now? His boyfriend? Or are you chasing him?"

"He was young."

Qin Qin didn't take it seriously, "If you want to catch up, you should catch up sooner."

Song Qingran was taken aback for a moment, agreeing rather unpleasantly, "Ah, yes."

Obviously we have known each other for so long and have so many opportunities.

It can be done early.

There was still some free time before starting work, so Qin Qin chatted with him and asked him how the school was doing.

Song Qingran smiled wryly half-truthfully, "I almost don't want to read it anymore."

"You chose the school yourself, and you must be admitted to it."

"Yeah. That's why I've been thinking about it recently."

Song Qingran said, "Back then...why did I take so much effort to pass the exam?"

Having said that, Qin Qin can't encourage him to drop out of school. Like everyone who heard these words would react, he comforted him with a few routines to get used to it, and his eyes always swept the direction of the entrance intentionally or unintentionally.

Song Qingran saw that there was no puncture in his eyes, he was silent for a moment, and asked him if he had any cigarettes.

The two moved to the window.Qin Tan kept one and threw the rest to the people around him.

He has been drinking and smoking all the time, Song Qingran reminded him several times but he didn't take it to heart.This kind of occasion that will stimulate the senses should not come, "It's for work. They give too much."

"...You obviously want to play by yourself."

"It's a little nostalgic."

Qin Qin said indifferently, "You can't die if you come to play once in a while."

Song Qingran snorted, biting a cigarette and mumbled, "Does Wen Song know about you?"

"He knows." Qin Tan said.

"Heard it from someone else, or did you tell him?"

"Both. He guessed it too. He asked me. He's very smart."

"You like him very much? Always play with him."

"He likes to follow me too."

"..."

The lighter clicked.

When it came to sensitive topics, Song Qingran thought he would pause and hesitate.But he answered very smoothly, still in such a natural tone.

It doesn't sound pleasant.

Song Qingran couldn't listen anymore, and didn't want to ask any more.Taking a puff and exhaling depressedly, he bit his cigarette and leaned over to light it for him.

This is a pleasing composition.He sent his spark to another person's mouth, flashed, smoked, and passed it on.

When Wen Song came in, he took a look and thought that the two were kissing, so he stood there not far away, making gestures around a viewfinder frame with his fingers, carefully squinting his eyes to observe the situation.

Is it a kiss or not.

While he was thinking about it, someone patted him from behind with a playful voice.

"Wen Song! It's really you. I thought I misread the person."

He turned around and unexpectedly found that the person who came was Lin Youyou whom he had met during the group dinner.At first glance, she was attracted by the half-exposed gully on her chest, and the suspenders and tight skirt wrapped her figure in a protruding and backwards.

Wen Song responded to her greeting in surprise, and took a few more glances, "You are so beautiful today."

But in a month, she has changed a lot.The jerky feeling on the body quickly faded, and the makeup was much more refined.

"Thank you, I have been preparing for more than two hours."

She smiled, "I'm here with my boyfriend."

Only then did Wen Song notice the man beside her.She was about the same height as her, dressed like a rich second generation, and the watch on his wrist was more presentable than himself. "You are... Wen Song?"

He was not sure: "Wen Yu's precious brother?"

"..."

The so-called friends are all a circle.

Lin Youyou could sense the change in his attitude.Originally, he said that he had a friend who wanted to come to say hello, but he just accompanied her indifferently. After hearing her call out Wen Song's name, the conversation became more active, "Coincidentally, you still know Wen Song?"

"I met once in the club before."

Wen Song exchanged a few pleasantries in a procedural way, and when he was thinking about how to get out, Qin Qin looked over here.

He didn't miss the opportunity and immediately shot his eyes for help.

Qin Qin accepted the signal, put out the cigarette on the window sill, and came over with Song Qingran, taking him away under the pretext of meeting other friends.

"Is Lan Lan ready?"

"Ah."

He should have guessed the general situation. Wen Song explained again for Song Qingran, "He asked me out to play tonight. I didn't know it was also here, so I asked him to be with you. I didn't expect to meet."

Qin Qin said, "The one just now is from your club?"

"how do you know?"

"The last time I went to pick you up from the barbecue shop, her voice was next to you when I was on the phone."

Such little clues can be deduced.Wen Song said with a smile, "Go and be an agent."

He forgot that Qin Qin was in a manic period that night, and his senses were more acute than usual.Or maybe it was said on purpose, to make that night more ordinary.

Qin Tan could tell that he was bored in his heart and didn't say anything.

Song Qingran didn't really want to be with the two of them.He also grew up in City C, and there are more or less other friends he knows here. When he wanted to leave, Qin Qin had to go to work and left Wen Song to him.I had no choice but to continue to find topics to talk about.

The two have little in common.Song Qingran also likes music, but Wen Song doesn't know anything about it and isn't interested in it, so he still talks about Qin Tan.

Wen Song inadvertently mentioned that he met Qin Tan's father in the dormitory, which made him change his face for a while, "Did you tell him anything? Where does Qin Tan usually go?"

"No." Wen Song shook his head.At that time, he and Qin Qin hadn't seen each other for half a month.

"That's good." Song Qingran's tone was very repulsive, "His father is not a good person either. He has never cared about him since his mother's accident. The only thing he has done is to hold back."

Qin Qin said "he knows", and Song Qingran thought it meant that he had even told Wen Song about his old family affairs, so he said it without any scruples, "When Qin Qin was in high school, he skipped classes every day to work part-time to support himself, can you believe it? In the beginning, I brought him breakfast from home every day, and he only ate that meal a day."

Unprepared, Wen Song was filled with a lot of secrets.There was not much change on the surface, and he was still calm and meek, and he was silently shocked in his heart, "Why doesn't his father go to work?"

"Busy drinking and gambling, no time."

"..."

"When you see his father again in the future, don't talk to him. Don't reveal Qin Tan's whereabouts. It's best to say you don't know him."

Song Qingran exhorted, "He came to Qin Qin for nothing but asking for money."

Wen Song nodded seriously, "I remember."

The boss who booked the venue tonight is rich and powerful, and he claims to be addicted to electronic music. He invited all the famous djs in city c, even some from other provinces, and he will not stop until dawn.

The task of working for the boss is thus dispersed.Qin Qin only has to work for an hour, and when the shift changes later, he will come over and use him as an excuse to leave first.

Wen Song played the excuse conscientiously, and did not intend to participate in the dance of demons together.But after a few minutes, Lin Youyou came back and dragged him into the dance floor.

The music is deafening, so you have to keep your words close to your ears and shout, "Where's your boyfriend?"

Lin Youyou leaned on his shoulder and shouted back with a smile, "He said he was going to meet other friends! Let me play with you first."

In just one month, she has learned to enjoy such occasions like a fish in water.The lights flickered and the crowd reveled.There was a circle of people under the mixing table, especially enthusiastically cheering, and some even threw flowers and money up.

Wen Song doesn't like this environment.As if surrounded by hungry hearts, the pleasure-seeking bodies are clinging to each other, shaking wantonly, and the lighting is ambiguous to eerie, luring people to indulge in a sense of loss of control.

On nights like this, anything can happen.In the chaotic darkness, Wen Song looked at the mixing console.

Qin Qin raised his hand and spread his fingers.Following his movements, the crowd shouted the countdown, five, four, three, two, one, as if bewitched.

The ensuing strong drum beats made the heart numb, and the sense of loss of control became more obvious.The rhythm controlled by him has almost crazy vitality, and he controls the lifeblood of the atmosphere in the whole venue delicately.

Wen Song couldn't understand, but he also felt the fear of being dominated-maybe other people felt more joyful and immersed in it.But he doesn't like it, the feeling of being out of control that takes his heartbeat away will scare him more than enjoy it.

He can't let go, and he doesn't want to indulge himself, which is why he refuses such an occasion.

Dry ice machines release a cloud of smoke.The people around cheered wildly, indulged themselves indulging in this moment.

Wen Song only felt that he was being urged to reincarnate.

An hour passed, and the DJ changed to a different mixing style, which was more direct and brutal, with more exposed desire/desire and ambition, but it was less able to lead him away.

He was slightly relieved, and when he looked at the mixing console again, the dj had already changed to someone else.Qin Qin can be regarded as off work.

There was a burst of confusion, Lin Youyou didn't know where to go, Song Qingran also disappeared.He slowly moved towards the edge of the dance floor, thinking about where to find Qin Tan, when suddenly he had an extra hand around his waist and brought him into the crowd again.

Wen Song: "..."

If he hadn't seen Qin Qin's face clearly, he would have pushed back, "Have you finished?"

Qin Qin slipped both hands down, wrapped around his waist, bowed his head and said, "Play with me for a while before leaving."

The music was so loud they couldn't hear each other clearly.Wen Song had to stick closer to him so that he would not be rubbed by the people behind him. He had to reach out to support Qin Tan's shoulder to stand firm.

He raised his head reluctantly, and the oncoming gaze was scorching and naked, which made people's hearts tremble.

Almost intuitively, such strangely radiant eyes reminded him of the people who danced along the lake that night.

Qin Qin also seemed to be dominated by some kind of force.

The DJ playing discs on the mixing console seemed to be on drugs, and the crowd burst into another wave of cheers. The track lights switched quickly and swayed on everyone's faces, making people dizzy.A sky full of colorful papers floated in the air, and the atmosphere reached the climax of the whole night.

Qin Qin combed his fingers into his soft hair and pulled slightly, forcing him to raise his chin.

This posture is very strange, Wen Song was hurt by being pulled, looked at him and asked uneasily, "Are you okay? Shall we get out of here first?"

Qin Tan couldn't hear clearly, and didn't answer. He stared at him almost obsessively, and pressed his forehead lightly.

It's obvious from the beginning on the mixing desk.He's such a special one, he's a different color than anyone else here.

"Wen Song."

He spoke in a voice that no one could hear clearly, with some confusion.

He wanted to know what Qin Tan looked like in those eyes.He wanted to know what sweet words were being said by those soft red lips, which were dawdling coquettishly.

He wanted to know.

Not only to listen, but also to taste.

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