The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

As soon as the word "quilt" was finished, Qin Qin pushed open the door of the dormitory.

Lan Lan was startled, the volume of the last few words weakened, and she was embarrassed for no reason.

Wen Song also straightened up, touched his cheek, and the red mark on the side of his face was slightly hot.

No one expected him to come back at this time, and the originally happy chatting atmosphere was interrupted.

It was the brother who spoke first, "It's just right, the professional goddess next door asked me to add you on WeChat, can you give it to me, classmate Qin Tan?"

Qin Qin only noticed the person he was looking for, and simply said, "No."

"Got it."

I didn't have any expectations when I asked, the brother turned his head and put on the earphones and continued playing the game.

It's a little awkward to stay here, Lan Lan just wanted to say to withdraw first, but the next second she saw Qin Qin took out his mobile phone and stopped in front of Wen Song:

"Add a WeChat."

"……what?"

You don't even add Goddess WeChat.

Wen Song was also taken aback for a moment, looking at him and then at the phone, thinking that if he wants to live together in the future, it is also necessary to leave a contact information, so he obediently scanned the QR code, "Oh."

Hearing the "ding", Lan Lan felt that she was more redundant.

Qin Qin glanced at him instead: "Your friend?"

"Yeah." Wen Song nodded, consciously introduced to the two, and when he spoke, his thoughts were knotted, "This is my friend..."

"..."

I was almost scared out of my voice when I asked for a WeChat.

"This is my friend, Lan Lan, who is at the same level as me."

He quickly cleared the sentence and introduced briefly, "This is Senior Brother Qin Qin."

Lan Lan responded politely, "I have long respected you, Senior Brother Qin."

"Hello."

Qin Qin asked casually, "What major do you study?"

Lan Lan replied honestly, "Ah, I majored in software engineering."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when I said these words, the air seemed to be frozen by some mysterious force.

He swallowed nervously, and felt a chill in his back for no reason, and reasonably suspected that the mysterious power came from this Senior Brother Qin who was staring at him with strange eyes.

The phone turned around, and Qin Qin handed the phone to him.

"Add a WeChat?"

**

Lan Lan felt uncomfortable with Qin Qin's changed attitude.

Because of the encounter on the school road, his first impression of Qin Tan was not very good.Unexpectedly, this senior brother looked at Gao Leng, but he was quite enthusiastic, and he came to chat actively after adding WeChat.

Let's talk, the problem is that he always says things he doesn't understand.

[Q: Do you like Brahms? 】

[Shanfeng: Bo... what drawing? 】

They are all beautiful Chinese, but what they say seems to be different.After a few rounds, Senior Brother Qin was probably speechless by him, and he only said to let him read more and study hard.

Lan Lan herself was also very speechless, so she called Wen Song at night to complain, "He asked me if I had any other friends studying at C University, so I can't count the number of friends I have. What's wrong with you, brother, come here with me What about expanding your social circle?"

Wen Song didn't realize what kind of role he played in this farce, and listened with gusto, "I don't know. But Senior Brother Qin is not like a person who likes to make friends, so he probably looks at you differently?"

He really likes this style of unreasonable playing and unpredictable actions. In order to urge the follow-up development, he tried to encourage, "I think it will be good for you to chat with him more."

"Farewell, do I like chatting with people online like you?"

Lan Lan wailed through the phone, "I like to chat with beautiful sisters, and chat with quilts!"

Wen Song laughed and fell on the bed, turned over and almost kicked over the humidifier beside the bed.

It just so happened that Wen Yu sent a WeChat message asking him if he wanted to go home on the weekend. Grandpa missed him very much.

It's been almost a month since school started.Wen Song has never been away from home for such a long time. Although he is not very homesick, he feels that he should go back to see his grandfather.

"Going home this weekend?" Knowing that Lan Lan hadn't been back yet, he said casually, "The two of us are together."

"Why should I go back and be a light bulb for my parents?"

Lan Lan didn't want to bother, "The two of them probably don't want to see me in the world, and it won't be too late to go back after the winter vacation."

"But I want to go back."

"Go back."

"..."

"How old are you and still afraid of going out by yourself?"

"...Do you want to accompany me or not?"

"I originally made an appointment to go out for a candlelight dinner with the beautiful sister."

Lan Lan pretended to sigh, "I'm very embarrassed."

With this tone of voice, Wen Song knew that he had some bad intentions, and compromised, "Come home with me on weekends, and I don't have to pay back the money I borrowed from you."

"Who will buy the ticket?"

"I'll buy!"

"Hey, that's fine."

"..."

Really.

He hung up the phone depressingly, cursing in circles in his heart that next time he would be asked by Qin Qin about the blind areas of knowledge such as literature and music.

It's still early, and it would be a waste to sleep now.

Today's mobile phone is not very fun, Wen Song got out of bed with slippers on, and went to the next room to kill time.

His residence is in the community next to the school, and it takes less than 5 minutes to walk to the school gate.The area is not big, two rooms and one living room are enough for one person.Thinking about living there for four years, I did a good job of decorating it before moving in.

Needless to say, the bedroom is as comfortable as it is, and the other room next door has been turned into a study by him.I specially made a bookshelf that can be embedded into the entire wall, and it is neatly filled from top to bottom. All of them are a series of comic books that he sent from home.

The tatami by the window is piled with fluffy pillows, matched with sofa reclining chairs and footstools, it is simply heaven.On days when he doesn’t have to go to class, he can sit, lie or paralyze, and read comics all day long in various positions.

Elementary school students are very satisfied with their hobbies.It can be regarded as living up to the effort of staying up until eleven o'clock every night before the college entrance examination.

A landscape tree was also placed in the corner.There was a tall man whose name he forgot. He heard that he didn't need watering very much, but he didn't pay attention to it after he bought it, and he lived well.

The green leaves are arranged in clusters of feathers, and the leaves are fleshy and bright in color.

He nestled in the recliner, read a book for a while, and looked at the tree for a while.The thin blanket was pulled to the chest, and even the toes were retracted to cover it, feeling comfortable and safe.

The air conditioner runs quietly, the humidifier sprays fine water mist, and the diffused aroma is my favorite smell.

Immersed in his own tailor-made small world, he fell asleep relaxed.

**

For a bar whose nights are at home, the day has only just begun.

Qin Qin came back from school and arranged for the evening song.The cold is not cured yet, and it is too rock and roll to jump up. Most of the songs selected tonight are soothing minor keys, blues and jazz at a slow pace.

There was no band tonight, only Song Qingran was the keyboardist, helping to play the accompaniment.

He is actually a very good drummer. Although he didn't use drums at night, he couldn't help soloing for a while before the opening.The stepping point is very comfortable. Just when I thought I was going to get dry, I touched the keyboard after the drum addiction, and the style of the music changed.

Qin Qin slowly picked up the high chair and put it in front of the microphone stand, raised his hand to lower the microphone, and looked down the stage, half of the seats were still empty.

The first song in the opening is a very old song, "Nightandday".The melody of the prelude was lazy and melodious, and there was a tablet scrolling lyrics on the music stand. He looked away and glanced briefly.

As soon as you open your mouth, you know whose home field this is.

"Like the beat beat of the tom-tom

When the jungleshadowsfall (when the jungle shadows fall)"

His singing voice is very different from his speaking voice.Not turbid or stuffy, with a careless coolness.There is no need to frown or close your eyes to look for emotions. The expression is flat, but you can sing with a rich sense of picture.

Like the soundtrack from an old movie.When the protagonist walks through the rain-soaked long street and opens the door to come in, the aroma of the coffee on the table wafts.

"When the summer showers through

Soavoicewithinmekeepsrepeatingyou (When my inner voice keeps repeatingyou)

Night and day, you are the one (day and night, you are the one)"

The song is as affectionate as a vow between lovers, no one can guess what the lead singer is actually thinking.

Even though she hadn't rehearsed seriously, she sang with ease.Even Song Qingran couldn't tell if he was looking down at the music stand, whether he was memorizing the lyrics or distracted.

——It's been a while since I took the initiative to have an awkward chat with anyone, but I asked for Lan Lan's WeChat, and the chat was fragmented as expected.

——Extroverted personality, many friends, if you want to investigate one by one, you will probably be blocked as a pervert before you ask anything.Qin Qin was dissatisfied with the rough reality, and suddenly had an idea: if it was Wen Song, it would be much easier to ask.

There is no basis for this idea.

In fact, there is no need for him to inquire about news in such a devious way. There is a more direct method: just open Weibo, click on the private message, enter "what's your name, what major are you in", and send it.Just wait.

She will answer if she wants.If you don't answer, you don't want to, and you shouldn't continue to ask.

What simple logic.But he was insinuating like this, wanting to see her but not wanting to.

Qin Qin held the microphone, his heart was gloomy and gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The melody has never stopped, carrying the diametrically opposed affectionate affection.

"There's sanohsuchahungryyearningburninginsideofme(There's a yearning burning inside of me)

Andit'stormwon'tbethrough (It's a torture that won't end)

Until you let me spend my life making love to you (until you let me spend my life making love to you)"

A song ends smoothly.The audience in the audience also increased. After entering, instead of looking for a place to sit down and order, they took out their cameras and pointed them at him.

Song Qingran lay on the keys and poked his back, "Are you a fan?"

Seeming to have seen it more than once, Qin Qin picked up the small blackboard at his feet and raised it above his head expressionlessly.

[Don't take pictures, don't

Record the video and send it online]

There are two lines of chalk characters, and a bilingual version in Chinese and English.

"Hey, let Boss Chen find a hook to hang on your head some other day." Song Qingran laughed so hard that his hands shook, "See if they listen to you."

Whether you listen or not, you have to have an attitude.

Qin Qin continued to perform without emotion: "Let's play the next song."

"LaVieEnRose? I'm looking for chords."

Another classic old song with a slow rhythm.He listened to a lot of songs, and Song Qingran was not too keen on this kind of music, so he could only appreciate it, "Drop four keys."

"Quandilmeprenddanssesbras (When he hugged me lightly)

Qu'ilmeparletoutbas (whisper to me)

Jevoislavieenrose (A rose-colored life before my eyes)"

From the corner of his eye, Song Qingran saw him scribbled down the stage to inspect.Remembering that before the opening, he said that Boss Xiao Chen had threatened to "deduct wages for zero interaction with the audience", he almost laughed out loud, and tried his best not to destroy the beautiful mood of the song.

When he sang the chorus unhurriedly, he forgot to laugh or anything else. He was attracted by the melody and listened with the same attention as the audience.

His French pronunciation is very accurate, the accent is also pleasant, with a unique accent of classical music, an elegant gentleman.It's hard to tell how the mastery of melody and language is formed. Compared with systematic training, it is more like the inheritance of some kind of talent.

Sadly, not everyone can appreciate such grace.

Some guests come to the bar just to vent their emotions. The definition of a livehouse is noisy. The music with the guitar plugged in and the volume turned to the maximum, and the roof collapsing is called awesome.

It was late at night, and there was a table of guests in the corner who got drunk and yelled, "Stop singing these girlish songs! Doesn't that player play the drums? Get bored!"

The guests next to him cast disgusted glances, endured it for a while and even moved to the front to share the table.He didn't realize it, and continued to yell.

"My lord is here to teach you! If you don't care about doing business, will you make money!"

"Hey, can you keep your voice down, you don't like to hear it, and some people do."

The big brother in the front row turned around dissatisfied, "If you want to get bored, you can just change to another one, what kind of drunkenness is here?"

"Who is drunk, the customer is God knows?"

Seeing that the performers on the stage did not respond, he angrily picked up the can of beer on the table and threw it over with his rounded arms.

"……Hold!"

There was a scream from the crowd, and the music stopped abruptly.

Song Qingran covered his eyes and lowered his head, warm blood leaked from his fingers and dripped onto the keyboard, "Damn it... I was shocked."

The black and white keys were dyed a dazzling red.

Qin Qin took two pieces of tissues from the front row of stunned guests, "Did you hurt your eyes?"

"It doesn't matter, it should just scratch the skin."

"Press it first, and go to the hospital later."

Qin Qin gave him the tissue, bent down to pick up the beer can on the ground, and shook his hands twice.is empty.

In the audience, there are still mobile phones watching the fun recording.

"Stop shooting."

Qin Qin said coldly.

In the next second, the crushed beer can crossed half the field and slammed back on the forehead of the perpetrator.It's not a fluke, but an impartial hit.

No one thought that he would dare to smash it back intact like this.

There was another commotion in the audience, and before he could say "Fuck", he calmly took off the microphone and folded the microphone stand into a bar.

Song Qingran was too familiar with him like this, put one hand on the corner of his eye, and caught the microphone he threw over, with a helpless but slightly smiling voice, "Hello."

It's not a block, and I don't really want to block it.Like the rest of the audience, Song Qingran watched him jump off the stage dragging the microphone stand, and walked to the corner wine table without haste.

No matter how heavy the drunk was, he was awakened by the hit on the forehead. The brain that was down on the spot did not dare to direct the body to make any noise, and even forgot to pursue it.

And things didn't end there.

The cold metal frame stuck to his neck, like the back of a cold sword.He heard Qin Tan sing in a gentleman's tone on stage, and said clearly, "Who do you say is God?"