The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

He lost his parents at an age when he was unable to take care of himself. In the eyes of most relatives, he was taken in by Mr. Wen because he was homeless. Even though his surname was Wen, he should not belong to this family in essence.

In the whole family, only Wen Zhengming and Wen Yu really loved him.The other elders don't have much contact with each other on weekdays, and gatherings are indispensable during the New Year and holidays, and it's time to show off their acting skills.

The elders pretended to be friendly and did not dislike his life experience, even if they mentioned it as "a harmless joke".He pretended to be an idiot with few words, and didn't understand those yin and yang tunes with guns and sticks.

This kind of situation lasts from New Year's Eve to the first month of the first month when relatives are gone, which directly leads to his dislike of the Spring Festival, and even greatly reduces his expectations for the holiday. "They used to bring their children to our house to play as soon as they were on holiday. , but it’s so noisy, I can hear it from upstairs.”

"My brother said that they were all trying to please my grandfather. Later, my grandfather also found it annoying, saying that coming too often would affect my studies, so they restrained themselves."

"Are they jealous that you study well?"

"Isn't it?"

Both ends of the phone laughed at the same time.Qin Qin waved goodbye to the little assistant.Watching the car passing the corner, he turned around but didn't go home, and walked around the street, "Then I'll go up after you go downstairs for dinner."

Wen Song just didn't want him to hang up the phone, when he heard the words, he let out a long sigh, "You don't dare to go home, do you?"

"Not really. It's just that I'm not used to it."

His voice sounded helpless, "We haven't had a New Year's Eve dinner together for two or three years. My dad doesn't know how to cook, so I'm thinking... I'm going to buy some cooked food, appetizers, etc. to take home."

"You only eat food and drink for the New Year's Eve dinner?"

"Our New Year's Eve dinner mainly drinks."

"..."

"It would be great if you were here too." Wen Song said sullenly, "Our family makes a lot of food every year... No, it's better not to be here."

"If you were here, you would definitely be ridiculed by them."

"It sounds like you have a deep grudge against them?"

"Isn't it!"

The sirens of 120 passing by on the street quickly moved away from the extremely close distance.In the passing distance, Qin Tan happened to turn his back to the street, and instead of looking back, he pushed open the door of the deli with his mobile phone in another hand, and said in a comforting tone, "It's been such a hard year. "

Wen Song thinks so.

"Oh. Otherwise, what can we do?" For those who celebrate the New Year, at least they have to maintain a superficial peace to make grandpa happy. "Will your family visit relatives during the New Year?"

"No. Apart from my aunt, basically no relatives will come."

"Then what do you do during Chinese New Year?"

"Find some work, or go to the bar to rehearse with Song Qingran."

Wen Song sighed, "Did you spend more time in the bar than at home?"

"of course."

Qin Qin pointed out a few snacks that Qin Tao used to eat, and when the chef was packing, he sat on the small stool at the door of the store and took out the lighter. Before he could hold the cigarette holder, he heard the phone call, "No smoking!"

"how do you know?"

"I can smell it!"

"..."

"I heard your lighter go off."

Wen Song said earnestly, "I told you to quit smoking and drinking, and eat lightly. The last time I was in the hot spring was a special situation, and I can't always be like that in the future."

"Besides, if you smoke too much, your fingers will turn brown and brown. Your pretty fingers can't get dirty."

Nagging.

Qin Qin deliberately asked, "What if it really gets dirty?"

"Don't touch me if it's dirty!"

so serious.He really put away the lighter and said with a smile, "That's not smoking anymore."

Keep the packed lunch boxes at hand, they are all cold dishes, and you are not afraid of losing temperature.He didn't come back often after he went to college, and the street didn't seem to change much, just like every New Year's Eve in the past, it was quietly covered by fine snow.

But this year is different.very different.

He was distracted thinking about what he wanted to talk to Qin Tao when he really drank later, when he accidentally heard Wen Song say, "Zhou Yan came to the school to look for you, and asked me to help spread the word that their father still wants to see you very much."

"He went looking for you again? When?"

"A long time ago."

The cheapskate on the other end snorted, and took the opportunity to turn over the old score, "When you didn't dare to come to see me, you only dared to secretly write me a love letter in WeChat."

Almost forgot about it.After he conveyed Zhou Yan's words as they were, Qin Qin's reaction was as expected, "I'm not interested. I have a father and that's enough."

"I thought so too."

Wen Song sighed again, and began to worry about other things, "Have you not seen your father for a long time? Then when you go home later, the two of you will drink face to face. What are you going to talk about?"

The situation in their family is simply two extremes.On the one hand, there are too many people, and it is annoying to spend effort to deal with it.On one side were the deserted father and son, who would only be embarrassed if they didn't talk speculatively.

"I'm thinking about this too." Qin Tan said, "I might tell him what I've been doing lately...but I'm not sure he would want to hear it. Let's adapt later and play on the spot."

Talk like an exam.Wen Song was amused, "When was the last time you had a good chat."

"A long time ago. When my mother was around."

His relationship with Qin Tao has been good and bad since he was a child.For some time, he could feel that Qin Tao really treated him as his own son, and he also had a unique memory belonging to father and son.

And at other times, when Qin Tao thought about his life experience and saw his so-called son's handsome face, which had no resemblance to his own, the other reaction he made was not worth recalling.

After Qin Yun's death, Qin Tao's mood became more unstable. He would try his best to avoid conflicts, so he seldom saw each other.Occasionally I would receive a call, sometimes to care about his study and living conditions, and sometimes to ask him why he was not dead because he didn't go home all day.

There is a weird love-hate relationship between father and son.It was so weird that Qin Qin felt that it might be because he was a family member.Only family members can have such a relationship that hurts and tolerates each other. No matter how weird it is, it has never been broken.

Wen Song felt distressed and sighed, "Human beings are really complicated."

Qin Qin couldn't help laughing, and just about to say "this sentence is applicable to the end of all human topics", the end really came.

"My brother seems to be calling me."

There was a rustling sound from the other end of the phone, and it was he who got up from the bed, "I'm going down to face the wind and rain, and you should play well."

"I'll call you later when I get back to my room. Let's spend New Year's Eve together."

"it is good."

"See you later, mua!"

He gave a loud pop and ran away after the kiss.Leaving Qin Qin sitting alone at the door of the store, the side of the phone that was next to the phone felt hot, and he touched it involuntarily.

Today is New Year's Eve... There are still seven days left.

It makes people think about some things in advance.

When he came back to his senses after a while, he found a series of more than a dozen missed calls on the phone screen.When he was talking on the phone with Wen Song, he kept dialing and hanging up.Until a few minutes ago, because of the continuous "the other party is in the call" completely gave up.

All from Song Qingran.

I have already said that I can't play games together for the New Year's Eve when I want to go home at night. Qin Qin didn't think of anything else that would be so urgent, so he dialed back strangely, and was connected in an instant.

Song Qingran yelled in his throat with anxiety and fear in a voice he had never heard before, "Qin Tan! Why did you call back now?!"

"Come to the hospital!"

**

Wen Yu seized the time to call out, and cooperated so tacitly every year.It was neither too early nor too late for Wen Song to go downstairs.

The dinner was being served one after another, and there were still children chasing and playing around in the living room, and only half of the adults were seated at the dining table.Even so, when they saw him sitting down next to Wen Zhengming, someone still said, "Our young master Wen Song is still the same as in previous years. We can only invite you down after dinner."

He didn't quite remember which uncle's first wife was speaking, and he couldn't see clearly without glasses.So he pretended to be stupid and smiled as usual, and asked grandpa what wine he drank today, "I'll get it for you."

"Don't run away, try the wine your brother Wenyu brought back today."

Wen Zhengming was in a good mood, stroking his head and laughing, "You are considered an adult, let your brother pour you a glass later."

On such occasions, he always drank fruit juice coke with other children, and Mr. Wen didn't even know how much he was drinking.

Since grandpa had spoken this year, he nodded obediently and said, "Then I'll try it too." All the dozen or so people were seated, and the long dining table downstairs ushered in the annual grand occasion of being full.The food on New Year's Eve is rich, and Wen Song usually eats enough, even if it's just to keep talking.

There was a lot of people at the dining table, mixed with the noisy movement of children not eating well, many mouths made sounds at the same time, noisy and chaotic.The strange thing is that there seems to be some kind of tacit understanding that when he is mentioned, the noise will be automatically reduced, and he will not be given a chance to fool the past.

"Wen Song was admitted to a good university this year. It's really amazing. Take advantage of the winter vacation to tutor your younger brother Wen Jun when you have time at home. He is about to take the college entrance examination. You can teach him more learning experience."

"Well... probably not."

Wen Song had to put down his chopsticks, and resisted the pressure to refuse in public, "Because I can't stay at home for a few days, and I'm going back to school on the seventh day of the seventh day."

"Leaving in such a hurry? Why does it seem to be avoiding us? It's fine if you don't want to teach, just say no."

Of course I don't want to teach.Wen Songxin said that with your son's grades, he would not be able to get into C University if he studied again from elementary school.

But he still explained gently, "How could it be? The main reason is that I bought the ticket back to school together when I got home, and it is not convenient to change the ticket temporarily."

"Well, he has his own agenda. You can do it yourself."

Wen Zhengming said, "Besides, Wen Jun just finished the high school entrance examination last year, why are you in such a hurry."

"Dad, you don't know that the competition for children is very fierce now. Why don't sister-in-law hire a tutor for one-on-one tutoring? A professional one must be better than a fresh graduate."

"Hey, which subject? Our private English teacher in Qianqian's last semester was pretty good, and they improved by ten points at the end of the semester. I'll show you their institution's business card later."

"Okay, well, what should I say, my family is still reliable."

Wen Song smiled, lowered his head and continued to eat his own, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Is it numb tongue?" Wen Yu saw him looking for water with a wrinkled face, handed him the juice and said with a smile, "Baijiu has a high alcohol content, so you have to sip it slowly."

"Know it."

There was a fire in his throat.Wen Song took the juice and rinsed his mouth. The two brothers talked and laughed, as if they were not affected by the topic just now.

Someone suddenly interrupted, "Don't be too busy, it's putting the child under such pressure."

"If you want me to say, it's enough for the academic performance to be passable, and you still need to develop morally, intellectually, physically, physically and mentally. Otherwise, what's the use of good grades?"

Perhaps it is too familiar with such a turning point.Almost as soon as he heard this sentence, Wen Song thought, here we go again.

In the next few seconds, in his eyes, it was like a slow motion that had been played back countless times.Repeating it year after year is enough for him to see the expressions of everyone on both sides of the table.They thought they were secretly exchanging glances, expressing the excitement of "this is coming, this is it", they were all so familiar and funny, and they were so familiar that they were ready to move.

Such an incomprehensible evil taste that harms others and benefits oneself has gradually evolved into a lame drama, which is staged as a regular program every year.There is no need for rehearsal, and it doesn't matter who speaks this time, but it must be performed in front of him once, and this year will be complete.

"Yeah, what's the use of good grades? Like our family... isn't it enough examples?"

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