The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

Seeing him lying on the table, Lan Lan thought he was sleepy, "Go back to sleep?"

"What time is it?"

Wen Song blurted out, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

The screen was instantly brutally clear.The chat history is full of green chat bubbles, like a pitiful one-man show.

Is this also called a chat record?

For more than half a month, he was the only one talking to himself.

He stared at the messages he had just sent, and retracted one by one, even the messages that could not be retracted before today were deleted one by one.Like a futile struggle, the fingertips trembled, and they slammed on the screen continuously until it hurt.

"The main reason is that you are not used to staying up late." Lan Lan looked towards the bar, "I can stay as long as I want, but I have to borrow a power bank."

"Let's go."

"Hey...don't wait again?"

"Ah."

Wen Song quit WeChat, turned off the screen, got up and walked out first, without looking back.

"He won't come."

On the way home, the atmosphere in the car was too lonely.Lan Lan habitually wanted to tell some jokes to ease his mood, but felt that no matter what he said, it seemed inappropriate, so he swallowed the words and choked himself, coughing for a while.

Wen Song took the mineral water in the car and unscrewed it and handed it to him, and when he calmed down, he said, "Thank you for accompanying me."

Lan Lan choked again, coughing even harder.

"..."

"Don't, you are so polite to me suddenly, I'm a little scared."

"I just think it's very considerate of you to accompany me like this." Wen Song said, "I think I should treat you better in the future."

"Tsk, I love hearing that."

Lan Lan happily drank half of the bottle before returning it to him, "But let me tell you, if you really want to see Qin Qin, you can just call the police. Reporting him missing... It's not considered a false report, it is indeed I can't find anyone."

"Need not."

Wen Song tightened the bottle cap, and said flatly, "There is no rule that he must see me as soon as he gets better."

"Maybe, he's better now, but he just doesn't want to see me. I've known for a long time that those words can't be taken seriously, and I've known for a long time that it's like this. It's very boring."

Lan Lan tentatively asked, "What are you talking about?"

"..."

Wen Song shook his head, "Thank you for your hard work today. I won't let you accompany me to do such stupid things again in the future."

"Tomorrow my brother and grandpa are going to visit me at school, so I have to go home quickly and go to bed early. There are still a lot of things to do tomorrow."

Lan Lan didn't ask any more questions, and sent him to the downstairs of the community. Watching him get off the car, she couldn't help shouting, "Hey Wen Song!"

Just as Wen Song took two steps, he turned around and saw a bright smiling face with bright white teeth, looking a little silly.

"Happy birthday!"

Wen Song also laughed, waved his hand and said, "Got it, let's go."

When I got home and opened the door, the moment I bent down to grab a pair of slippers, a shadow loomed faintly.

When he looked up, he suddenly met the eyes of a sluggish rabbit head.

"..."

The hydrogen balloons I brought back that day were all deflated, and they no longer floated above my head next to the ceiling, but hung feebly at a height of half a meter from the floor, like two ghosts wandering in the room.

Wen Song held Gogou with his fingers, and found the other one to sit down and untie the rope together. After releasing the air, he rolled it up and opened the cabinet.

He has a strange pile of junk in his closet.Dirty empty aerosol bottles have witnessed a street gang fight, a large jar of dried flowers has been on a plane, and a suitcase has been lying in a suitcase for several hours.And that gray plaid scarf that was almost picked up along with the actual trash.

He squatted down and watched until his feet were numb, so he put the two rabbit skins in and limped to the bathroom to wash.

It is rare for him to be sleepless at such a late hour, but he feels more refreshed after taking a shower. He goes to the kitchen to find something to drink, and when he opens the refrigerator, there is a wide variety of drinks.

His eyes glanced at the most frequently drunk drink in the middle row, and he gradually lowered his gaze. He chose a bottle of grapefruit-flavored cocktail from the cocktails on the bottom floor and took it out.

These wines were already in the refrigerator when Lan Lan delivered them, so they couldn't be kept there all the time, and they had to be drunk sooner or later.He picked out a lucky drinking glass from the cupboard, took it to the study together, turned up the heating, closed the curtains and poured wine, adjusted the light, opened the picture album and set up the iPad, ready to copy one before going to sleep.

It doesn't matter if you paint well or not, you have to have a sense of ritual.

But his mind was not on this after all, just making a draft had exhausted his patience.The wine was drunk very quickly, and the glass bottomed out after two refills.

At the last half cup, he just picked it up, frowned and hissed, but still stubbornly drank it down, rubbed his cheeks and turned off the iPad, collapsed on the sofa chair in front of the bookshelf and sighed.

It’s the daily regret time again when I don’t go to the hospital during the day and end up with a toothache at night.

After painting and reading comics were ineffective, Wen Song laid down his doubts about life and tried to pinch himself to divert his attention.I tried it on my arms and legs, but it didn't help. It may be that the toothache is too close to the brain, which has the advantage of spreading.

The hands that moved on his body changed, and he remembered the last massage on this reclining chair.Massaging others should be a boring and exhausting task, but I don't know if he fell asleep too fast or Qin Qin was too patient. Qin Tan didn't stop until he fell asleep, and he could still feel the hot pain in his dream. The palm stroked gently.

He clearly felt the changes in his body and sobbed softly.The hands imprinted in his mind suddenly turned into reality, wandering around him again, another breath was close at hand, twisting and turning into his mouth, even though he was about to be out of breath, he was completely addicted.

He missed that night terribly.

After regaining his senses, Wen Song stood up with difficulty, staggered into the bathroom, and a disgraceful self was reflected in the half-length mirror.The expression on the flushed cheeks/was about to cry but no tears, but the moist water was shining in the eyes, full of charm.

He looked at himself in the mirror and caressed his lips in a daze, came back to his senses and gave a loud pooh, washed his hands and rinsed his mouth, slapped himself on the head and fled back to the bed in the bedroom, hiding under the quilt.

Be sober.

Sober!

He didn't want to take care of the messy sofa chair next door, but if he left it, it would be even more embarrassing if he was found out when his aunt came to clean up the room tomorrow, so he got out of the quilt blushing again, and went back to the study to clean up the scene with a wet towel in his hand.

After this tossing, it was already past midnight.

Someone has already started to send birthday wishes one after another.Wen Song didn't want to read any of them, and couldn't find how to turn off the message prompt, so he simply logged out of WeChat.I deliberately opened Weibo and didn't want to refresh any of them, I just glanced at the private messages.

[Little Black Fan: How are you doing today? 】

[Little black fan: Have you gone to the Japanese grocery store mentioned before]

[Little Black Fan: Their house has different signature specials every day, seven days a week, and there should be bluefin tomorrow]

[Little Black Fan: If you are free, you can try it]

He lay sideways on the bed, watching the messages popping up one after another, suspecting that he was still in the time of the sage, and had no desire to reply at all, just watching.

The other side continued to talk without hesitation.

[Little black fan: I passed by the seaside yesterday and saw a row of newly opened fast food restaurants, which felt amazing]

[Little Black Fan: Why do they open in winter when the traffic is the least?Is the store just for the convenience of looking at the sea?]

[Little Black Fan: Have you ever seen the sea in winter?Very quiet, not only because there are few tourists]

[Little black fan: The sunrise is beautiful, you should see it with your own eyes, you will definitely like it too]

Wen Song didn't know how to reply, and even lost interest in chatting with this friend for the first time.

I just thought of those sworn promises I made a few days ago, and what I said "he will definitely come back" and "I will prove it to you".

The excessive heat on the cheeks subsided little by little.Wen Song thought, it seems that he is about to become a person who can't take his words seriously.

What qualifications does he have to guarantee for others?

Guaranteed for a man who refuses to share any feelings with him, who has never been heard from and whereabouts are unknown?

He vowed that Qin Tan would definitely come back, and that he felt that he still had some kind of special connection with Qin Tan.

Maybe in the end, it's all just what he thinks.

**

In the middle of the night, there is boundless silence in the mountains and forests. Occasionally, the strange calls of birds and beasts echo eeriely in the pines.

Qin Qin sat alone on the long stone steps, leaning against the porch pillar and lit a small candle.

The night wind blew everything in his eyes into thick black, and he folded his hands, carefully protecting the violently shaking small flame, fearing that it would be blown out in the next second.

The phone vibrated on the stone steps beside him, but he turned a deaf ear to it, and concentrated on watching the burning candles dwindle little by little.When it was about to burn into a lump, suddenly there was a gust of evil wind, and the fragile little flame was extinguished at once.

Qin Qin still maintained the posture of putting his hands together, as if the little flames in his eyes were still burning.

After the candle in his mind burned out by himself, he finally withdrew his hand and answered the persistent phone call.

The voice on the phone was distressed and anxious.

"Aren't you going to help me pay back the money? If the interest for this month is not paid, they will come to force me again, then I will have to die!"

Looking at the fluttering red ribbon on the side post, he calmly replied: "You can try."

"..."

"Are you just talking to your benefactor like this? If I hadn't raised your mother and child for so many years, you would have been able to go to college and live today? Now is the time for you to repay me! You look at me like this being blackmailed Is it blackmailing? Do you have any heart?"

He suddenly smiled.The laughter was very low, and with the cold wind, it sounded a little chilly.

"I don't know either." Qin Tan said.

"When I'm dead, you can cut it open and have a look."

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