After accidentally kissing a roommate

After dividing the lyrics, they sang it again. Everything was perfect, and today's rehearsal was over.

Originally, they wanted to have dinner together, but Song Xuan received a call from the courier at the end of the rehearsal. The things sent by his mother had been delivered, and he hurried back to collect the package. Offered to leave together.

The five divided into two groups and went their separate ways. After saying goodbye to the other three, Song Xuan took two steps and looked back at Luo Ziyang, asking, "What were you talking about just now? Luo Ziyang looks so strange."

With a very light vigilance, he was relieved after Chen Aowen chose to leave with Song Xuan.

Chen Owen paused, and said, "He asked me why I agreed to be the backup bass player."

Song Xuan "oh" for a while, and he didn't know the reason for this, so he asked casually: "Then how did you answer?"

"I said... because I have a good relationship with you." Immediately afterwards, Chen Aowen said, "Do you think so?"

Song Xuan: "..."

Are you on good terms?To be honest, before November, Song Xuan felt that they were just roommates who got along harmoniously.When they were freshmen, they had more homework than now. Although they lived in the same room, they couldn't see each other several times a week. In addition, Chen Aowen didn't talk much, so they didn't talk much. They just went in and out every morning and evening to say hello. , can't be called a good friend at all.

But after November, everything changed, and their interactions became more frequent. Chen Aowen waited for him to finish class, cooked for him, and taught him how to skate. The distance between them quickly narrowed, so close that Song Xuan was already used to Chen Aowen being by his side like now, and almost forgot how they got along before.

So Song Xuan nodded and said: "Yes, we have a very good relationship."

Chen Aowen asked: "How good is it in your heart?"

Song Xuan thought for a while and said, "You are the one with the best relationship among the people I have met since I came to the United States."

Chen Aowen let out a "hmm", but couldn't tell what he thought about this answer.

After returning to the central garden, Song Xuan unfastened the lock on the fence, walked to the grass in the yard and found his package.

There are no courier lockers in the United States, and the courier's working attitude is quite lazy. If the owner of the package is not at home and cannot return in a short time after calling, the package that does not need to be signed will be placed directly at the door or Throw it in the yard.

This is the unfortunate experience of Song Xuan being thrown.

After getting the package, Song Xuan carried the things into the house and put them on the coffee table in the living room to unpack. Chen Aowen followed closely and locked the doors one by one.

Because something was broken when sending a package to Song Xuan for the first time, Ms. Xu Linjie stuffed a lot of newspapers and cotton into a thick cardboard box to protect the food in the package very well. The food was taken out and put into the refrigerator, while Chen Aowen walked around the kitchen behind Song Xuan.

When the two of them came back, they only thought about the package, and forgot to bring something to eat for dinner. Chen Aowen opened the two cabinets, looked at them, and closed them again.

"The previous stock is gone."

They had bought a lot of fast food and kept them in the cabinet before, so that they would not be hungry if they stayed at home on weekends and the end of the term, but they finished eating before they knew it.

Song Xuan flipped through the box in his hand: "It's okay, my mother sent me several packets of hot and sour noodles."

It's not just hot and sour noodles, the more Song Xuan scrolls down, he can find more snacks, not just the hot pot seasoning mentioned during the video call.

The parcels sent by parents have always been like this. All the delicious food imaginable are stuffed into it. A box full of longings and concerns travels across the ocean to the children. Love is an invisible postmark.

Chen Aowen took two packs of tomato-flavored ones, took a milk pot, boiled the water and poured in the noodles and seasonings one by one, and the delicious fragrance overflowed instantly.

After Song Xuan finished tidying up the things, he smelled the aroma and touched it. Chen Aowen just finished cooking and was dividing the bowls.

Two bowls of hot and sour noodles were served on the dining table. The mouth of the bowl was steaming, which was very attractive in the early winter season.

Song Xuan took a sip of the soup first, then unpacked a pack of stewed beef and shared it with Chen Aowen, and "sucked" the beef slices to eat the noodles, very satisfied.

"It feels like coming home."

Chen Aowen picked up the beef in the bowl and said, "I miss home so much, but you won't go back during the winter vacation?"

Song Xuan: "If I don't go back, I say I'm homesick, but I actually want to have more food in China. Now I can just video chat with my parents every week here. If I go back and stay at home, I will be with them because I'm not used to it." quarrel."

Chen Aowen: "Not used to it?"

"Well." Song Xuan said, "You don't know, my parents are in business, they go out on business all the year round to meet clients, my mother would stay with me at home when I was young, and after I started studying, she would be with my father I went out to work hard, so I grew up all the way, and most of the time I was alone at home, and I was not used to being with my parents."

Chen Aowen looked at Song Xuan, his eyes penetrated his facial features, as if he could imagine a small version of Song Xuan, with red lips and white teeth, handsome and cute, but staying at home alone, lonely and lonely.

Chen Aowen remained silent, with empathetic insight on his face, and for a moment he and Song Xuan reached a wonderful emotional resonance as if through time.

Chen Aowen said softly to Song Xuan: "That will be very lonely."

"It's okay." Song Xuan's tone was relaxed, and he was optimistic from the bottom of his heart. "At first, I missed them a little bit, but I can't help it. I know they are for their livelihood. Later, I got used to being alone, but I think it's true. Very good, no one cares about me, I am free, and later I watched cartoons, and felt that compared to my parents, I want a friend who can always be by my side, face difficulties with me, and help each other."

Chen Aowen thought of the box under Song Xuan's bed and his WeChat avatar, and asked with a smile, "Is the cartoon you watch Dore A dream?"

Song Xuan: "Yes, did you notice that my profile picture is..."

Chen Aowen: "Yes, and that box under your bed."

In fact, after careful observation, Chen Aowen carefully discovered more elements, such as a small bell engraved on Song Xuan's electronic keyboard.

Stop talking about this topic, Song Xuan stood up after eating the noodles, cleaned up the dishes, walked into the kitchen and saw the milk pot, took advantage of the opportunity to observe a circle of kitchen utensils, and then said to Chen Aowen: "I went to the Asian supermarket once on the weekend to buy a big one. The pot and induction cooker are back."

The pots at home are too small to cook hot pot for them.

Chen Aowen walked in and said, "I'll drive with you."

Song Xuan thought that Chen Aowen wanted to accompany him, and subconsciously refused: "There are not many things, no need..."

Chen Aowen interrupted: "The Asian Super League is too far away, and I also have something to buy, not just to send you off."

Song Xuan asked: "What do you want to buy?"

Chen Aowen: "Bass. Jiang Xiqing's bass doesn't work well for me, so I might as well buy a new one."

So on the weekend, Chen Aowen and Song Xuan drove to the city center together.

There is a musical instrument store next to Yachao. They are not in a hurry to buy kitchen utensils. After getting out of the car, they go into the store to pick basses.

The musical instrument store occupies a small area, but there are a lot of musical instruments. Chen Aowen reported the brand and size of the bass he was used to to the boss, and the boss immediately took a royal blue bass from the wall.

After I got it, I tried playing it twice. The tone is deep and beautiful, and the color is as eye-catching. As a knowledgeable person, Chen Aowen decided to buy it after asking the price. The speed of the transaction can be called a rocket. The boss was very happy, so he gave an extra gift Chen Aowen is a custom.

"The position is at the bottom of the bass, you can engrave your name or pattern if you want."

Many people who have musical instruments will customize their own musical instruments. There are four members in their band. Except for Song Xuan who engraved the bell, the other three engraved their names.

Song Xuan originally thought that Chen Aowen would also engrave his name, but he was silent for a moment and said, "Then engrave a bell for me."