The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

If he was with him, the situation of being left alone on the street would repeat itself again and again, and even worse things would happen.

Knowing this, but still being successfully seduced by him, "It's just too weird."

"What's so strange? When I pulled you out of the house and went to the zoo together, I wanted to invite you eight out of ten times. Good guy, you ran out with him to eat, drink and have fun all over the city after seeing him twice. Isn't it obvious enough?"

Lan Lan tore apart the chicken frame in an orderly manner, "Accept the reality, little Ji Zai. If this is made into a series, the audience will know that you like him from the second episode at most."

"...I mean he's weird!"

Wen Song clutched his swollen cheeks and frowned, "I've never seen him like that, he's like that... that monster I met on the way to learn the scriptures, tempting me and then eating me!"

Lan Lan let out a "wo" sound, and scanned his whole body with subtle eyes, "How do you want him to eat you?"

"..."

Wen Song hesitated for a moment, then sat up slowly, as if reminiscing about something, just about to speak——

"Stop! Don't, don't, don't describe it to me!"

When Lan Lan saw his expression, she couldn't stand it and immediately interrupted: "I'm just saying hello! In fact, I'm still a very traditional man in my heart. I can't accept the truth like you, and I get goosebumps."

"..."

"Come and eat chicken wings, let's calm down."

Wen Song shrank back listlessly, picked up a few pillows and buried himself, "Don't eat."

After a while, he said something that he hadn't thought of. "If only I... had been in love with someone else before."

At least there is a reference, maybe we can understand whether these abnormal reactions were seduced by that strange Qin Qin, or whether he really likes him so much that he lost his mind when he saw him.

Wait...the two don't seem to contradict each other.

"It's not too late for you to talk now."

Lan Lan said disapprovingly, "Let's try it together first, and if it feels wrong when the time comes, we can withdraw."

"Is that all right?"

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Lan Lan said, "I'm counting on my fingers, dating is all about the two of you. If you agree with him, don't you agree?"

"..."

The toothache seems to have spread to half of the face, and the pain in the temple is throbbing.Wen Song endured it for a while, then compromised, "Don't talk about him. Do you have too much class tomorrow? Take me to the hospital sometime."

"Row."

Lan Lan took off the disposable gloves, wiped her fingers with a wet towel, and ate the meat with the chopsticks. "Actually, I'm here tonight to ask you what you want. Isn't it your birthday soon?"

It's like knocking a lot of melon seeds, and then eating the accumulated melon seeds in one go.No matter how many times he watched the process of eating chicken, Wen Song couldn't understand, "There is nothing I want."

"Don't, don't want anything, or I won't be ashamed to talk to you lion when I celebrate my birthday next year."

"You know the attention of my little treasury!"

"Hey, you little money tree dangles in front of my eyes all day long, who else can I turn to if I don't pay attention to you?"

"..."

"Then let me think about it." Wen Song hurried away listlessly, "Let's go after eating, I'm too sleepy."

"You don't want me to sleep with you tonight?"

"Need not."

"Seriously, don't be polite to me, let me read you some bedtime stories?"

"...I said no! Eat quickly, I'm sleepy and have a headache."

The room was well heated.After he left, Wen Song went back to the bedroom and turned the humidifier to the maximum, habitually dripped the perfume and shook it, only to find that the bottle was almost used up.

The wooden-style bottle body has a simple design, and the [-]ml vial fits right in the palm of the hand, with light purple cursive characters showing the name of the perfume, Hiraeth, between the fingers.

When he was a primary school student, Wen Song used to search for the meaning of this word with a thick Oxford dictionary.It is an untranslatable Welsh cultural concept, rumored to be a mixture of nostalgia, nostalgia and longing, with mourning for the dead or departed.And in that Oxford, it is defined as "nostalgia for no return, or a home that never existed".

Just like he didn't understand Lan Lan's process of eating chicken, Wen Song never understood why his favorite perfume had such a sad name.Whenever this fragrance diffuses in the air, what he smells is gentleness, stretch and peace of mind, and he can always get the most peaceful sleep from it.

There is still nostalgia.After all, he used it from the age of seven to 17, and it is likely that he will continue to use it until the day when this niche fragrance is discontinued.

First empty bottle since college.Wen Song put it in the cabinet, took a new bottle and opened it on the bedside. In order not to press the bulging and painful cheeks, he could only lie down obediently, tucked himself in the quilt properly, and closed his eyes. Imagine yourself as a perfume bottle that is only being emptied.

After working hard all day, he soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

There are not so many messy things in the dream, only the quiet fragrance lingers and surrounds you with peace of mind.Bedtime stories are always beautiful, narrated in a gentle voice, each protagonist has a happy ending, and the little rabbit will never be eaten by the big bad wolf.

In those days accompanied by stories, he always liked to wander around in the streets outside alone.He goes to school early but never comes home on time, preferring to stay in school after school.Aside from daily bedtime story time, he had every reason a child could think of to wish he could stay away from home.

He left everything at home to the person who told him the story.

She knew everything, but she never blamed him, and always encouraged him to play outside more, pay attention to safety, and come home later.

One night, she said that if she was hungry, she would go to the convenience store on the street to buy chocolate bread and watch cartoons for a while.

No bedtime stories today.

She said, but I know that you are the smartest and you can take good care of yourself.

No matter how others belittle you and scold you, no matter how many people say you are bad, don't believe it.Don't listen to him.

You must always remember that you are precious, unique, and your mother's favorite baby.

She talked a lot.With that tone, it seemed that she was going to travel far away and it would take a long time to come back.

But he knows.

She and he both know.

She will never come back.

Wen Song woke up suddenly from coughing, opened his eyes and struggled to sit up, breathing violently, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Winter is the season when you are prone to get sick, and the aerosol is placed on the bedside table, so you can grab it and use it.When the night's panting subsided, he didn't even have time to change into his slippers, so he rushed into the elevator and went downstairs in thin pajamas.

The garbage downstairs is cleaned up the next morning, but there are often aunties looking for cardboard and picking up discarded old clothes.

Holding his breath, he searched eagerly with the light on his mobile phone, removed the takeaway boxes and garbage bags on it, and finally found the abandoned scarf in the corner, which became dirty after leaving it for a few hours No one wants it anymore.

"……sorry."

He muttered to himself, grabbed one end of the scarf, and pulled it into his arms vigorously.

"Come home with me."

**

The schedule is always full on Monday mornings.

Wen Song got up a little late, but fortunately, he gave up breakfast and was able to attend work on time as usual.After finishing the class alone, I got two couriers on the way home.

One is the new glasses picked up from the school express cabinet.The other one was delivered directly to the door of the house. He and the delivery boy stood face to face for several seconds without saying a word, so scared that the other party asked if there was any problem with the delivery.

"No problem, I just forgot after buying it."

"That's good, the clothes don't look cheap."

Wen Song smiled gently, signed for the receipt, carried it into the house and put it on the sofa, and went to the bathroom to try on the new glasses first.

It fits well and is beautiful.It is more refined than the previous pair, and the materials, colors and styles are very similar, after all, they were picked by the same person.

He took off his glasses and went back to the living room to unpack another package, carefully took a camel coat out of the dust bag, and stroked it gently.

The texture is very good, even more pleasing than what I saw on stage.

When I saw Qin Tan wearing it and standing on the runway, I felt his name was written on it.I secretly asked Chu Chu to inquire about the size before I bought this one, it is very heavy in my hand.

Wen Song shook off his coat and draped it over his shoulders, walked to the full-length mirror and slowly put on his sleeves, tightened his belt, trying to tie a nice knot.

But he was so clumsy that he couldn't even handle the scarf, how could he tie the belt nicely.

Even if the waist is tucked in, the heavy volume around the shoulders and sleeves does not fit well.It hadn't been his size at all, and with a tilt of his shoulders the coat would have slipped off him.

Only one day away.Wen Song thought.

He was only one day away from giving away the coat.He could almost understand what it was like to bury his cheek in this coat, and he could almost hear that Brahms lullaby from the pocket of this coat.

Wen Song stood in front of the mirror, watching the slipped coat piled up at his feet and buried his calf, like a pile of melted wax.Only the sash was still in his hand, tightly held.

He looked at it for a while, then slowly squatted down on the ground, tears melting into the pile of warm wax one by one.

He was about to return to the ordinary daily life like running water.

It's nothing, he has always been like this, a person can take good care of himself, it's just that he gets bored with uncontrollable emotions occasionally.

Lan Lan called after a while, "Didn't you say to go to the hospital? Why didn't you reply to my message?"

"I didn't pay attention just now... I don't seem to be in pain anymore, and I don't want to go to the hospital today." He said, "It might just be yesterday, and the pain will pass after a while. I want to wait and see."

"That's fine. It's better not to delay it for too long. The more you delay, the harder it is to get this thing."

"understood."

Lan Lan was right.

Toothache will only appear at night, and I will not be absent every night even if I am late. It hurts so much that I want to cry.But a week later, he never went to the hospital.

Sometimes I don't want to, the scars are always healed during the day and forget the pain.Sometimes Lan Lan didn't have time, because every time she felt pain, it was at night.

He could have gone with Qin Qin.

He is willing to cooperate with Qin Qin's time, even during the day.Qin Qin once ran across the two districts in the middle of the night to listen to him talking nonsense, so he would definitely be willing to come to accompany him to the dentist at night.

He could have gone with Qin Qin.

If Qin Qin is still here.

He knew Qin Tan's contact number, the bar where Qin Tan worked, the classroom where Qin Tan attended classes, and even the community where Qin Tan lived since childhood.

But Qin Tan refused to see him, so there was nothing he could do.

When they were together, they were responsive to every request, and when they disappeared, they were so resolute that they didn't even return the phone calls.The WeChat chat history is full of "the other party has no answer".Worry overwhelmed the initial anger, and was buried by helplessness again, and all tempers were worn away by time.Even because of the experience of the previous two times, the baldness was a little faster this time.

He can only wait.I don't know what else to do other than calm down.

Waited for half a month at one time, and a week at one time.A week has passed this time, so don't be too greedy, just take an intermediate value.

He thought comfortingly, maybe he will be back in another three and a half days.It hasn't been long.

Even if it takes another half a month, it's okay, and I haven't missed his birthday yet.It might be too late to prepare gifts at that time, but for the sake of a difficult time just passed, he can completely ignore it.

Just say "Happy Birthday".

That night, he came across Cheng Shi's itinerary for the comic exhibition on Weibo, and he received a private message just as he was about to like it.Cheng Shi said that he wanted to visit the campus of C University, and asked him if he was interested in being a half-day tour guide.

That's probably the only exciting thing about the last week.

[x10: I plan to go there before Comic Expo, two days in advance, do you have time on Wednesday or Thursday?These two afternoons are fine]

[Warm water delivery: how about Thursday afternoon? 】

[x10: okk! 】

[x10: Rubbing hands expectantly]

【Warm water service: rub your hands.jpg】

"x10" jumped to the forefront in the private message list.In addition to system messages, there are "little black fans".

It's been a few days since the last chat.Wen Song looked at the time and decided to send a greeting message. Anyway, he couldn't sleep because of toothache, so he could chat for a while if he was online.

[Warm water delivery: Are you there, baby]

[Warm water service: Still busy recently? 】

[Little Black Fan: Yes]

online.

Wen Song silently guessed what he was doing at this point.In the past, the feeling of chatting was very mysterious. Sometimes I felt that he was older than me, and he might have already worked. At this point, he should have been off work...or unfortunately, he was working overtime.

Sometimes I feel that he is very childish, he may still be in school, and now he may be crazily catching up with homework...or he may be crazily playing games.

After not chatting for a long time, Wen Song thought of teasing.

[Warm water service: Still busy entertaining friends? 】

【Little black powder: ...】

[Warm water delivery: Alright hahaha, I'm just talking casually]

[Warm water delivery: By the way, the restaurant you recommended last time is delicious!thanks】

[Little Black Fan: Nothing...]

[Little Black Fan: The Japanese food upstairs is also delicious]

[Warm water delivery service: get!I'll find a friend to try it later]

[Little Black Fan: Do you hate going out alone? 】

[Warm water delivery service: Eating alone is so boring! 】

[Warm water service: Yes, I just hate going out alone]

[Warm water delivery service: Are you too? 】

The long-lost feeling of chatting online.Perhaps because he was distracted, Wen Song felt that the toothache was relieved a little, turned over and hugged the buckwheat pillow and typed.

When he was in high school, he often chatted with his little netizens at this time. Thinking about it, it was actually just a few months ago.Before the college entrance examination, the mobile phone was still placed by the desk, and while I was away, I was brushing the questions, calculating two questions and answering two sentences.

Whether in reality or online, he is not a particularly socially active person, and this is the only one among netizens who can make him stay up late to chat with him.

[Little black fan: I have a friend who hates that very much]

[Warm water delivery service: Really? ! 】

[Warm water service: Then your friend must be me when he goes out on the street! 】

【Little black powder: ...】

The next sentence came out almost at the same time.

[Little Black Fan: There is a lucky draw on Qin Tan's Weibo, have you seen it? 】

[Warm water delivery service: That's right!Have you seen Qin Qin's Weibo forwarding lottery draw? 】

Wen Song snorted, laughing for the first time in days.

Of course he saw Weibo.Qin Qin's 100 million fans' welfare activities, but only excited for a moment, remembered that his Weibo account had already been handed over to his assistant for operation, and then went back. He didn't even look at the specific prizes carefully, and only remembered that there were signed photos. of.

[Warm water delivery service: I am so unlucky, participating is also acting as a denominator to lower the winning rate, so it is not a disaster for fans and friends]

[Warm water delivery service: You can participate, there is a signed photo.Later, I will give you all the luck I have with my thoughts]

[Little Black Fan: Why do I want his autographed photo]

ah.Wen Song nodded knowingly at the screen.

It seems that today is the personality switch of the black fan.

[Warm water delivery: Today...you don't like Qin Tan anymore? 】

[Little black fan: I never liked him]

After entering diss Qin Qin's special session, the frequency of his news doubled.However, unlike the previous style of starting from the works, Wen Song is keenly aware that today's momentum is moving in the direction of personal attacks.

In the past, it was said that it was difficult to speak if one did not understand the work, so listen to it.But even friends can't scold Qin Qin in front of him, he can't help but interrupt after reading a few words.

[Warm water delivery service: Why did you speak of him so badly]

[Little Black Fan: He was originally a worthless person]

[Warm water delivery service: Have you seen him with your own eyes? 】

【Little black powder: ...】

[Warm water delivery: If you don't know him personally, how can you tell what kind of person he is? 】

[Warm water delivery service: Sorry, Qin Tan and I are friends now, so I can't see these words]

[Warm water delivery service: I just met for some reason before... You said that there is something wrong with his song, I have no objection, but I can't see him scolding others]

[Warm water delivery service: That...it's better not to even scold the song, I might not see orz either]

Does this count as arguing?

Wen Song was a little apprehensive.

The two of them had quarreled over the different results of Olympiad math problems, over whether tofu nao should be eaten salty or sweet, but there was only a few disagreements, and they were ignored afterwards.It was the first time we had a fight because of someone.

The other side was quiet for a while before slowly making a question mark. [Little Black Fan: Why? 】

Almost at the moment of seeing this question, Wen Song had the answer in his heart.

When he entered the chat box word by word, he realized that it was the first time he had spoken the sentence in its entirety—not even "speaking" in the true sense.It's not facing me personally, but facing a netizen who has never met a certain face, which is somewhat timid.

He read this sentence for a while, then deleted it word by word, changed the voice input method and said it again, at least to enhance the sense of ceremony.

Although I started to cough and clear my throat, I felt a fever on my face.

[Warm water delivery: because I like Qin Tan]

[Little Black Fan: What does he like? 】

[Little Black Fan: Is he nice to you? 】

[Little Black Fan: Can he chat with you at a time like this? 】

Wen Song: "..."

Ask three times.

He suspected that he might be blocked if he finished chatting.But I don't know where the impulse came from. I didn't say anything to anyone in reality, but I poured it all out on the Internet.

[Warm water delivery service: Qin Qin is very kind to me, although he is not with me now... But he just has some personal matters to deal with, and he will be back soon]

[Warm water delivery service: Maybe you don’t believe it, we have a special relationship]

[Warm water delivery service: He will definitely come back to find me]

[Qin Qin's special trumpet: Do you really think so? 】

After being treated as he pleases, being thrown on the street by him more than once...

Do you still say that?

【Warm water service: of course】

[Warm water delivery service: I'll tell you right away when he comes back, and it's okay to send you a photo to prove it]

【Warm water delivery service: He will definitely come back】

The curtains were closed tightly, and even a ray of moonlight could hardly penetrate the dark and cold room, and the thick silence made it hard to breathe.

Only the screen of the mobile phone at the bedside was turned on, and the diffuse light was the only warmth.

[Qin Tan's special trumpet: He must miss you very much]

The author has something to say: Come chat!

They have a special relationship

is very special kind of special

today is online dating time

Goodnight everybody

mua!