The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

Judging from the numbers displayed on the navigation, the movie theater and hot pot restaurant that Lin Youyou made an appointment with were not too far away.But based on the conversion of walking speed, it takes at least an hour to walk there.It has exceeded the upper limit of Wen Song's daily exercise demand.

Qin Tan was very interested.Anyway, there is still a lot of time in the afternoon, and there is nothing to do when you arrive early. You may encounter interesting things after taking a walk to digest food.

Wen Song had to compromise.

The sky was gloomy, and the shadow of the sun could not be seen.Most of the pedestrians are in a hurry, only the two of them walk slowly side by side.Qin Qin didn't even wear headphones, and seemed to enjoy the time when the two of them were alone.

He is more energetic than usual today, and he always smiles when he chats, and uses a positive tone that sees the world how he sees it.People can't help being happy when they hear it.

Ignoring the unbelievable confession from time to time, just listening to the chat style is simply a social knack.

I haven't seen you for a few days.Is it the result of being "reformed through labor"?Work makes people happy?

Wen Song thought it was amazing. From the corner of his eyes, he saw him holding the hanging end of the scarf and rubbing it around. It seemed that even his restless fingers were happy.

Just as I was about to ask why I was so happy, the scarf was suddenly pulled, "I saw... wait for me here!"

He suddenly loosened his scarf and ran across the road like a gust of wind.Wen Song was stunned, he reached out his hand hastily but failed to grab half of the corner of his clothes, "Wait... Hey! Qin Tan!"

It's just that the reaction was a little slow and he missed the opportunity to follow up. Wen Song watched him disappear at the intersection, completely unaware of what happened.

The person who was chatting with great interest just now suddenly left without looking back?

To throw himself here?

Where is this place?

"..."

A good city walk becomes a survival show.Wen Song was a little angry, and even wanted to take a taxi and leave.Angrily, he walked around on the spot but still listened to him and stayed, stopping here to wait.

The navigation included many trails when calculating the shortest walk, and they happened to pass a small bridge.Going 200 meters ahead and crossing the bridge, there is a big road—Qin Qin just ran over and disappeared. He stood on the bridge, and he couldn't even find a coffee shop where he could go in and take refuge.

What if it rains?What if it snows and hails?

I still have to stay here and wait for someone, is it because I can't think about it, or is it corporal punishment to make God happy?

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Wen Song squatted by the bridge and looked at the river flowing below. He was calm and calm on the surface, but he was cursing in his heart. He didn't understand what he saw and had to chase after him.

It can't be the old lover from the past.

It won't be the "other me in the world" I saw last time!

……

The more I think about it, the angrier I get!

"Brother, brother."

A childish voice suddenly came from behind.Wen Song turned his head and saw two little sisters with shofar braids, holding hands and blinking their watery eyes at him, "Mom said, you can't defecate anywhere outside, it's uncivilized."

"..."

He stood up dumbfounded, and patted his head with each hand, "Brother didn't do anything uncivilized. He was waiting for someone... When he was tired, he squatted down for a while."

"That's good. Mom said that if you don't follow the rules, you will be arrested by the police uncle."

"..."

"My mother also said that children can't stay outside for too long, and they won't be able to find their way home."

They pointed to the end of the bridge, and there was a dessert shop at the corner of the intersection. "You can go to our house and wait, but my mother said that only guests who want to buy a drink can stay."

He came here to solicit customers, and he is quite business-minded at a young age.Wen Song laughed, squatted down again, and kept eye level with the two of them, "Your father didn't say anything?"

"Daddy has gone to heaven."

Wen Song was stunned for a moment, then pursed the corners of his mouth helplessly, and replied, "I don't have a father either."

"Don't play on the bridge, it's dangerous to have a car passing by. Go back to the store."

"Brother, do you want a drink?"

"No...I don't want to drink now."

"Goodbye, brother!"

He waved to the two children, watched them cross the road and ran into the store, and then turned his eyes to the quietly flowing river under the bridge for a long time, his voice low as if whispering.

"I don't even have a mother."

But he appeared here now, in the final analysis, isn't it because of her.

Wen Song looked up, and across the small river was a continuous green bush, and the towering buildings of the city were revealed farther behind the shadow of the trees.There was the sound of vehicles passing behind them rubbing against the ground, and the sound of pedestrians stopping briefly in front of the trash can and throwing empty drink bottles into them.

He is in it, but he has nothing to do with it.

Of course the city cannot be blamed.Wen Song thought.

Even in the city where he grew up, whether he was six or 16, when he stood alone on the side of the street, he would feel that it was a completely foreign place.

But in the first half year of living here, he never seemed to feel a real strangeness.In the past, she was familiar with Wen Qing's stories, but later because of Qin Tan, she took him with her wherever she went.

It was because of Qin Tan that the city accepted him with tenderness.If Qin Qin is not here, it is no different from any other place.

Wen Song lowered his head and took off his scarf, letting the cold wind pour into his collar, trying to stay awake and refresh himself.

But he really hated the feeling of being at a loss.Even with the navigation and the map of the entire city street in his hand, he still doesn't seem to know where he is going.It seems to be hijacked by the whole city, unable to move forward.

Everything outside made him uncomfortable.He has always hated going out alone, and only by being with others and focusing on another person can he dilute this abnormal repulsion.

He was still angry, and even added a lot of grievances.For Qin Tan, but also for himself.

He felt miserable and Qin Qin was hateful.How can there be such a person who is about to go, but who is afraid to go out by himself.How can there be such a person who was chatting tenderly just now, and then sees someone else in the blink of an eye, and throws him aside without hesitation.

When Wu Fei came out of the hot pot restaurant, seeing those focused eyes, he even went into a daze for a moment, wondering in his heart, what should he do if he really kissed her.

Not true at all.

Wen Song shrunk his shoulders and sneezed, clenched the scarf in his hand and thought in frustration, he doesn't really like me.Just like the heat on a scarf, it is so warm when it is pasted on, but it dissipates so quickly, and it is not warm at all when it is blown by the wind.

It blows so that the heart is chilled.

He had waited long enough, sniffed and called Lan Lan. He didn't want to see any movies or classmates. He just wanted to go home quickly, take a hot bath, take a nap in the bathtub, and then go to bed.

The phone had just been dialed before he said, "Come and pick me up by car", and a slightly panting laugh came from behind, "Are you going back?"

Wen Song stood up suddenly, the scarf in his arms was caught off guard, and floated into the river with his own thoughts.

"...Don't pick me up."

Before he had time to pay attention to the scarf, he was shocked by the large handful of cartoon hydrogen balloons in Qin Qin's hand, "What are you doing with this?"

"Isn't it beautiful? Ah... your scarf fell into the river, if you don't pick it up quickly, it will float away."

Qin Qin tied the balloon rope in his hand to the railing by the bridge, leaned down and took a look to estimate the height. It was just over one meter, "Come on. I'll let you go down."

"..."

what? !

Wen Song looked at him inexplicably, and what was even more inexplicable was that the body seemed to have its own independent thoughts. Following Qin Qin's words, he took off his glasses and put them on the ground. He took two steps back and automatically leaned against the railing, reaching the height of his waist.

Qin Qin put his hands under his ribs, and hugged him up and sat on the railing with a little force, "Slow down and lean back, don't be afraid. I'll hold you."

The hem of the clothes fell in the direction of gravity, revealing a large section of thin white waist.Qin Qin lowered his eyes to admire, and even blew a whistle in a grandiose way, firmly fixed his calf with both hands, "Did you touch it?"

"..."

Wen Song suspected that he was crazy. If he was crazy, he would obediently kneel down as he said, and put his head on the river, just to pick up a scarf, "Wait...ah, it's so cold!! Pull me up!!"

The air leakage around the waist was still a trivial matter, the moment his fingers hooked the scarf, even his scalp felt cold, half of his head was immersed in the icy river water, making him shiver.

I just regret that I don't have enough waist and abdomen strength to stand up, so I can only be slowly dragged up by Qin Qin like a salted fish.

"..."

What's the matter!

Wen Song laughed angrily as he watched him wring out the drenched scarf and wipe off the drops of water dripping from his forehead.I don't know whether to be angry with him or with myself.

So many ways to get the scarf back!So what if you don't pick it up!

Why listen to him?Why do you do what he says!Whose brain is in this skull?Who do you listen to?

Qin Qin couldn't stop laughing heartlessly. He didn't realize that his death was just around the corner, so he put the scarf in his arms and rubbed his face with both hands, "You are amazing!"

"..."

Wen Song became very angry, but his reaction became calmer. He pointed to the hydrogen balloon tied to the railing and asked, "Why did you bring this back?"

"Ah, this."

Qin Qin untied the colored rope of the balloon from the railing, and said in a tone of "I will introduce this new friend next", "Does he look like you? I chased for two streets before catching up with that tricycle. Fortunately, that auntie is very talkative, so she sold it to me immediately."

"..."

What aunt, what tricycle?

Wen Song was stunned again, suspecting that water had accidentally entered his mind so that he couldn't turn it.He insisted on chasing the car for two streets, "Just because the hydrogen balloon tied to that car looks like... how does it look like me?!"

The pink balloon is in the shape of a cartoon bunny.Qin Qin pulled one down and put it next to his head, and compared it carefully, "Your eyes are all red."

"..."

What is this!

Waiting so long for such an ugly thing with the cold wind blowing here!

Why does such a strange thing happen every time I go out with him!

Wen Song wiped the corners of his eyes fiercely, and scolded him viciously, "You are the one who is red...your whole family is red!"

"Don't be angry, I'll run faster next time."

Qin Qin finally felt his unhappiness. He took off his coat and pulled up the fabric of the bottoming shirt on his chest and wiped his face, "Will you be afraid if you don't see me? Actually, this thing is very useful. It can tie the rope to the On the wrist. The balloon is so high that you can see it at a glance, so you don’t have to be afraid. It will definitely not get lost.”

He pulled out a rabbit, stretched out his hand tentatively while tugging on the balloon string, carefully observing Wen Song's reaction.

Wen Song hates himself for being so worthless.Facing this tentative little look, he felt that the death penalty could be turned into a reprieve, so he forcibly reprimanded him coldly, "Are you bound or not!"

Qin Qin curled his lips, carefully tied a bow on his wrist, and carefully asked, "I want one too."

"..."

Wen Song let go of this body beyond his control, pulled out a balloon from his hand, and asked, "Which side should it be tied?"

"This way." He stretched out his left hand, and blushing for some reason.

"You can tie it to my tail."

The author has something to say: Come and chat late!

I'm guilty

According to yesterday's version, there are two kisses in this paragraph

But changing from left to right doesn't feel right

After editing this version, there is only one kiss left in one chapter!

Tomorrow pro!Definitely kiss tomorrow!

Goodnight everybody

mua!