The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

In the corridor of the office building, Song Qingran waited alone by the railing, flipping through his phone aimlessly.

In WeChat, the chat history with Wen Song still stays at the phrase "Leave it to me".

Song Qingran recalled the scene when he received the call that night and rushed to see it.He seemed to have a breathing disorder, his face was pale, his lips were cyanotic, and he looked as if he was going to faint in the next second, but he was still holding on to Qin Qin tightly, for fear that he would throw himself into the lake if he let go. .

He should be terrified, but he can still gather his energy to contact the helper, hold on until the help arrives, and shout "go away" with all his strength, as if to help them avoid someone.

Song Qingran still remembered how he behaved when he faced Qin Tan's impetuous period for the first time.No calmer than him.

But at that time, I was only in the first year of high school, and I was still a half-grown child, so it was understandable to be panicked.

For a moment, Song Qingran felt that he was ridiculous.

He actually compared himself with Wen Song, and tried to find reasons for his inferiority.

When Qin Tan was in the most serious situation, he was also in the first year of high school. He was much more withdrawn and weird than he is now. He was treated like a lunatic and avoided him in school. It seemed that he would be infected with madness if he got close.He is the only tablemate around who can talk.

He once had an even more ridiculous idea: he thought it was some kind of feat to be at the same table as Qin Qin.He did what no one else dared to do.

In fact, Qin Qin is not as difficult to get along with as others rumored, and sometimes he is very talkative, often mentioning his best friend to him, and mentioning their happy getting along and chatting.

The retelling tone of "he said...then I said to him...he laughed like a fool" is as natural as it happened.

Song Qingran once believed it was true.Every time he curiously asked "how is that friend of yours" during chatting, Qin Qin would rigorously construct more real details, with an impeccable attitude and tone.

Until he dropped out of school due to serious illness.

Only then did Song Qingran realize that there was no such a friend at all, Qin Qin just talked to someone in his hallucinations, and he firmly believed in it.

It took Qin Tan a whole year to get rid of the hallucinations and get better.And until now, when he thinks back to those true and natural tones, he will feel horrified.

So much so that before returning to China this time, he even doubted whether "Wen Song" really existed, and he was relieved to see it with his own eyes.

At the same time, another layer of uneasiness surfaced.

After thinking about it messily, Qin Qin finally came out of the consultation room.He immediately stood up straight, "How is it?"

"Thank you for taking me back to the hotel."

Qin Qin didn't answer his question, didn't even stop, and walked past him to the elevator, "I've fulfilled your request. It's time for you to go back to Japan."

Song Qingran followed quickly, "I'm on an evening flight, what's the rush?"

It is not an optimistic phenomenon to be manic and depressed in a short period of time. After waking up in the hotel, he brought Qin Tan over intimidatingly, "What did Doctor Duan say?"

"..."

"It's okay if you don't want to say it. Then go to lunch first, you still owe me a meal of spicy pot... Hey."

Song Qingran had just stepped into the elevator, just before the door was about to close, and watched him stand out again.

I don't even want to be with people in the small elevator room.

Qin Tan turned and walked up the stairs, leaving only a pale farewell.

"See you next time."

**

Qin Qin disappeared again.

No text messages, no phone calls, same as last time.

Wen Song generally knew that he would come back after his physical condition improved like last time.

With Song Qingran or other friends watching him, there should be no need to worry too much.But I have to wait for so many days, and I am still very unhappy after thinking about it.

Unable to sleep at night, Wen Song was lying on the bed sulking, so he picked up the pillow and placed it in front of him to vent his selfish desires.

His heart was full of teacher Chengshi's fairy spirit. This buckwheat pillow has a special meaning. It's a pity that it was left in a nightclub. He asked Lan Lan to go back and help find it, and said he would put it on the bedside as a confession.

Who would have thought that the next day after picking it up, it would become a gas bag.

While beating Qin Qin, Wen Song wondered what Qin Qin was doing now.

Are you doing something you didn't finish off the stage?

Wen Song couldn't help but recall that long kiss, and the angry fist finally subsided for a while.

The pillows were stuffed with buckwheat husks, which didn't spring back, and the cats were beaten into odd shapes.He picked it up and shook it, put down the pillow, and kissed his palm.

It just doesn't feel right.

Wen Song pondered for a moment, and tried it on the back of his hand, wrist, and elbow one by one.I don't feel anything.Sure enough, kissing yourself is different from kissing someone else.

——Continue to beat Qin Qin.

It happened suddenly.Perhaps induced by the chaotic atmosphere that night, he knew that Qin Qin was overreacting during the manic period. In that state, he couldn't control himself, and it was possible to grab a lucky audience from his side for a kiss.

Forget it.

Wen Song enlightened himself, why should he compete with the patient.What else can I do but forgive him?After all, he is just a child with a height of 1.8 meters who eats three bowls of rice!

Forget it, forget it.

I just kissed him, I wanted to be open, he was a handsome guy, and he took advantage of it even if he rounded it up.

……

Wen Song felt that he should control his strength so as not to break the pillow.But contrary to the beautiful psychological construction, the more he comforted himself, the more vicious his shots became.

Why.

by!Varied!what!

Is it reasonable to be a patient?Obviously he took advantage of it!

unforgivable!

Qin Qin was beaten!

Before he felt tired and stopped, it was Wen Yu's phone call that saved the pillow's life.

Lan Lan was right, he had to be cross-examined again.

"Tell me the truth, Xiao Song." Wen Yu said tactfully, "Have you gotten closer to any classmates since you started school?"

They have all been caught, and denying it will only cover up.Wen Song replied straightforwardly, "Yes."

"We also go clubbing and disco together, but I don't think it's very fun. It's better to go home and sleep."

The tone couldn't be more normal.Wen Yu was relieved at once, "I think so, it's best not to go home too late at night."

"I have time next week, can I go to school to see you?"

"Okay! Then I will treat you to dinner. I know where there is delicious food."

"Hey, okay, I will follow your arrangement for what to eat." Wen Yu said, "Take me to meet your friends too."

I don't know if I can see him next week.

Wen Song hesitated for two seconds, from the overly perfunctory "he has a lot of part-time jobs and may not have time" to the overly frank "I don't know when he will come back when he disappeared", and finally chose an ambiguous answer.

"Okay, let's talk about it when you come."

Just after hanging up the phone, the phone buzzed twice, it was Weibo who received a new private message.

He basically doesn't have any Weibo friends who can chat, and he takes it for granted that he is a small black fan, but he never expected that when he clicked on it, it turned out to be "x10".

[x10: Wen Song!I remembered! 】

【x10: The boy with you is called Qin Tan, right?He is a great singer! 】

[x10: I just put his music in the playlist and suddenly remembered it!I didn’t expect to meet myself because of you, it’s amazing]

Wen Song: "..."

My beloved fairy teacher sent a private message, but the protagonist is not me.

The mood is so complicated.

What's so great about making music.Can anyone who is engaged in music be caught and kissed?

Unconvinced, Wen Song tapped his phone.

[Warm water delivery: Mmmm! [cute][cute] is him]

[Warm water delivery service: Is the teacher still up so late]

[x10: Fishing!I plan to send it to Weibo later as a gift picture, do you want to secretly show you the details]

【Warm water delivery service:! ! ! 】

[Warm water delivery service: I am in good health and can see any pictures! 】

[Warm water service: [Love] [Love]]

One yard owned by a yard.

Teacher Chengshi is too cute to be implicated.

Thanks to this wave, I feel happy again.Wen Song finished watching the fairy painting and went to bed contentedly.

The sun rose as usual the next day.Classes will still be held as usual, and meals will still be eaten as usual.Except that when walking on the road, he pays more attention than usual to see if there are any suspicious shadow figures passing by, the days have not changed much.

In this week's meditation class, the teacher announced the topic of the final homework, and the group unit should choose one of them, and the content will be presented in the form of ppt, and the speech will be given in the last week.

His homework group is also active.The five people discussed for a while, and selected from several topics to visit the famous local ancestors' former residences. They made an appointment to gather this Sunday morning, and went around to take some photos as materials, and came back to make a ppt.

Have to get up early on a good Sunday.When Wen Song pressed three or four alarm clocks before getting up, he was so sleepy and dizzy, he had no interest in taking care of himself meticulously, looked in the mirror and felt that his hair was not very oily, so he was lazy and didn't wash it, and found a fisherman's hat buckle.

He doesn't like wearing hats. This one was left by Lan Lan before, and the circumference of the hat is a bit loose.Fortunately, there is no troublesome wind today, so it can be used if it is improvised.

The other four seemed to live in dormitories, and the meeting place was set at the main entrance of the school.The ancestor who was going lived a little far away.Wen Song checked the distance with his mobile phone. It is estimated that the shortest route by bus and subway will take one and a half hours.

The school bus stop is right next to the main entrance.He sleepwalked and was the first one to arrive, thinking that he would have to come to take the bus after gathering anyway, so he simply sat on the bench at the bus stop, dozing off while waiting for someone.

The bus stops and goes.I don't know how long it took, Wen Song's head fell forward, and the hat rolled down.People were also awakened.

I looked around under my feet and rolled a little far.He was about to pick it up when another bus stopped in front of him.

The car door opened, and the first young man to get out of the car was dressed in black. He stopped on the steps and met his eyes.

Wen Song had an absurd thought in his mind.

If I knew it, I would have washed my hair.

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感谢在2021-06-1021:17:58~2021-06-1120:11:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: a kitten and warm water for delivery;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of wanwanwanwanwan; 1 bottle of leaves and axu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!