The consequences of wearing a roommate's skirt by mistake

Seeing this ambiguous smile, the relative in front of him showed a creepy expression, as if he saw the remnants of past nightmares on his face, for a moment he even forgot to reprimand him, and was so taboo that he turned his eyes away and dared not look at him .

The crying on the stairs called Wen Yu over, looked at the situation and coaxed a few words to the little cousin on the ground, and politely took Wen Song back to the study for questioning.

Wen Song didn't bother to explain from the beginning to the end, "I'm like this, oh! She cried."

He raised his hand and made a gesture of a fierce tiger pouncing on his food, which made Wen Yu laugh, "It's really you."

This situation has happened more than once at home, and I can guess what is going on.He didn't want to say it, and Wen Yu didn't ask further, "Did you have a good time at the class reunion? You still have the interest to play with the children when you get home."

He is sensible since he was a child, even if no one taught him how to deal with it.In order not to cause trouble, I don't say anything when I am wronged, and most of the time I pretend to be stupid and perfunctory, but today it is rare to be childish.

Wen Song replied, "It's a good game." It would be better if you don't have so many things when you go home.

"Are you going back to school tomorrow? The old man is still nagging in the afternoon, wait until you go to his room to talk for a while before going to bed." Wen Yu instructed, "My company will not be able to take you to the airport tomorrow, let the driver take you. Next time I'll go to school to see you again when I'm free."

Wen Song nodded happily, "Got it."

In fact, it is better this way.If you let him see her off, you have to find a way to meet Qin Qin quietly, maybe you can only meet on the plane.

"You're so busy at work, you don't have to come to school to see me. I can take care of myself."

"Tsk, you don't want me so soon? Tell me honestly, how many good brothers do you have outside?"

"..."

He didn't say what time the flight was. He changed the plane ticket for tomorrow afternoon and went back with Qin Qin. No one would be surprised if he left home in the morning, and he could see his boyfriend earlier.

Wen Song returned to his room after talking with his grandfather. It was rare for Wen Song to take the initiative to pack his luggage one night in advance. He really didn't like to do housework.

While stuffing clothes in the suitcase, the WeChat call was always on, and the sound of Qin Qin taking a shower in the hotel was his labor bgm.The two sides were sorted almost at the same time. When he closed the suitcase, lay on the bed and picked up the phone, Qin Qin happened to pick up the phone too, and the water droplets hanging from his wrist slid down along the movement and fell on the camera, making the screen blurry.

"Ah." Wen Song shouted: "Water dripped into my eyes."

"..."

Qin Qin picked up the towel and wiped the screen, and saw him lying on the bed in a different position, holding his face sullenly, "Why are you unhappy?" He was fine when he returned home at night.

The daily complaint time of the Spring Festival special program.

Wen Song asked: "What will you do when someone speaks ill of your mother?"

"Fight."

"...Just like you did with Zhou Gan last time?"

"Ah, that time, it was because he was more unhappy to see him."

"..."

"It's rare now, after all, I'm getting old." Qin Qin made amends for himself a little bit, "I only liked to do things when I was young."

"Actually, I want to ask you what to do when you are sad." Wen Song said depressingly, "Even if you can do it... it can't solve your emotional problems."

"For me, it usually works out," he confesses. "I've rarely been as sad as you are." Even if he has a tragic enough background.I don't know if it was like this from the beginning, or it suddenly changed at a certain age, "Maybe it's because I listened too much and I didn't feel much."

He can look at "I" and "Qin Tan" separately. Sometimes when he looks at what happened to him, he feels like it happened to someone else, so most of the time he reacts objectively, so calmly that he is even a little cold-blooded.

Even seeing Qin Tao's dying face in the hospital, he suddenly encountered trouble and thought about how to solve it, without paying too much attention to emotions.

Song Qingran occasionally showed him a strange expression, probably because of this.

"Why don't I have such a natural talent?" Wen Song was very envious.

Qin Tan followed the trend and asked, "Then what do you do when you are sad?"

"me……"

At the first glance, I can’t even remember how I endured it until now.He imagined what could make him feel better in the current situation.

After a while, he hugged the pillow and rolled to the other end of the bed, his voice lowered by half due to embarrassment.

"I want you to touch me."

There was silence on the phone for a while.He waited a little anxiously, and felt that Qin Tan didn't hear what he said just now, so he raised his face from the pillow to look at the screen.

There are no figures on the screen, just the monotonous ceiling of the hotel.

There was a rustling sound, and Qin Tan sighed, "Which floor do you live on?"

"The third floor... what's wrong?"

"I'm wearing clothes now, and I can still catch the last subway to go to your house to look through the windows."

"……do not!"

Wen Song couldn't tell whether he was joking or coming for real—both possibilities were reasonable for him, so he hurriedly picked up the phone and said, "Obviously tomorrow, I'll touch it tomorrow!"

Qin Tan: "..."

The screen shook twice, and it was he who collapsed on the mattress and couldn't help laughing, half of his face was buried in the snow-white quilt, only a pair of bright and energetic eyes were exposed, slightly raised, staring at the screen with emotion, "Wen Song, you How come you haven't talked about love?"

How did such a person avoid all peach blossoms precisely and survive to this day?

Or was it that the people he met since he was a child had poor eyesight, which gave him an opportunity to take advantage of?

Being stared at by him, Wen Song's heart was moved, but he felt that he was being laughed at for his inexperience, so he laughed back as he was, "I still want to ask you."

It's okay to say.Obviously it's half a catty.

The two laughed together, and spoke in unison with a tacit understanding.

"Probably waiting for you?"

"Probably waiting for you."

Wen Song was in a good mood, lying flat on the bed, thinking with satisfaction, it turns out that having a boyfriend feels like this.

With him, there will be no sad time.

I can live no matter how sad I am.

"I can see you tomorrow morning."

He thought for a while, and unexpectedly proposed, "Before you leave...do you want to visit my house? I mean the original home."

**

Before asking, Wen Song never thought that he would bring Qin Qin here.

The empty living room has not been cleaned for a long time, and dust is everywhere when the door is opened.He could still recognize what furniture had been placed at a glance.The experience of living here when he was young seems to be engraved in his mind, "When I was in the first year of high school, I asked my grandpa to help me and bought this place with the New Year's money I had saved for many years."

"Perhaps other people think that it is unlucky to die here, so they have not sold it, and it still fell into my hands after waiting."

Qin Qin opened the curtains, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows let in sunlight, making the room bright.The house has been completely repainted, and any traces are covered up with a pure white paint base, which is unknown to future generations.

Only those who have seen it with their own eyes will always remember it.

"Here she lies."

Wen Song walked to a position close to the kitchen, gestured for a range, and then pointed to the direction of the TV wall in the living room, "He's lying there."

It is easy to distinguish who "ta" is.He speaks of two people in very different tones, one loving family and the other damn.

Qin Qin stood in the backlight, couldn't see his expression clearly and didn't speak, just opened his arms towards him.

Wen Song walked into his arms without saying a word, his back was gently patted, and the back of his neck was pinched, the heat from his palm spread down the spine, a numbness and warmth.

As imagined last night, it will be more comfortable.

But as the first unrelated person to visit the crime scene after many years, Qin Qin was as calm as ever, so calm that he felt that the quiet atmosphere here would be a bit scary, "Why don't you speak?"

"I'm thinking." Qin Qin said, "I may not be able to support you in the future."

"..."

It is very serious to look at the house.

"Actually, I don't like spending money as much as you think, really. Just buy a house this time."

Wen Song raised his head from his arms, and said reasonably, "Besides... I should be the one to raise you. You just need to be responsible for liking me."

Qin Qin's listening attitude was too calm and tolerant, which always made him feel that he could say any unbelievable words, "I thought... I should have told you from the beginning." "Qin Tan, although I like you very much, But I will always put myself first, I will not like you more than myself, and I will not wrong myself for you, or let you scold me and think you are right... I know you are not that kind of person, But I have to make it clear to you."

"I see. It's a good idea."

Qin Tan followed his back step by step, so that those sentences would not have to tremble when they were spoken, "Go on."

"You can't hit me, and you can't deliberately belittle me, not even once. I don't know what it will be like when I fall in love... So if you find something wrong with me, you must tell me right away."

Wen Song paused, clenched the corner of his back, and said reluctantly, "I love her very much. But I don't want to be her."

She is such a beautiful and good person, she was once the pride of the whole family.But in the end, everyone only remembers that she had a failed relationship and killed her husband after being driven crazy.

He never refuted the cynicism among his relatives because he knew that what they said was true.

"You won't become her."

"But we don't know what's going to happen next."

Wen Song said, his voice gradually became bumpy, and his speech speed became faster and faster, "What if I am also a person like her? If one day, I like you so much that I can't leave you, but you are not good to me... What would I do? What if I also..."

His voice was swallowed up in the hot kiss, along with the incoherent fear.What can't be digested alone, it seems much better to share it with two people.

"Do not be afraid."

Qin Tan said, "I won't let you become her."

**

Wen Song thought, if it's not because his love filter is hopeless, it's because Qin Tan is really the most reliable person in the world.

Just one word can make him willing to settle down.

This Spring Festival is a bit short, but compared to previous years, the content is much richer.On the plane back to school, he suddenly remembered that in the comics he had read, young lovers would secretly hold hands under the blanket, and immediately expressed that he wanted one too.

"Why hold hands under the blanket?"

Qin Qin watched him hide the hands they held, and couldn't understand his sneaky fun in daily life, "Will you be arrested if you hold hands openly?"

"You... you, oh."

Such a handsome guy has no interest at all.Wen Song deeply feels that he has a great responsibility. The comics he has read and countless books he has read for many years will finally come in handy.

But there is a significant gap between theory and practice.He tangled his fingers all the way, thinking about indescribable things, but he didn't know how to speak, he struggled all the way and finally said:

"I still keep the small box you bought at the hot spring last time."

"...a small box?"

As if he was so cute by this reference, Qin Qin repeated it twice as if chewing on the aftertaste. He stared at him angrily before restraining his smile, and said solemnly, "Use it up quickly, or it will expire."

"Ah, so fast."

Wen Song didn't study the instructions on the small box carefully, and almost took it seriously, "... When will it expire?"

Qin Tan said, "Tomorrow."

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