After accidentally kissing a roommate

After Chen Aowen finished saying "Bell", he looked back at Song Xuan and asked, "Is it okay?"

The question came suddenly.

It is Chen Aowen's own bass that needs to be customized. Naturally, he can engrave anything he wants. Song Xuan was stunned, then subconsciously nodded and said, "Yes."

Chen Aowen took out his mobile phone and searched for a picture, handed it to the boss and said, "Please engrave this bell, thank you."

When taking back the phone, Song Xuan saw that the pattern Chen Aowen showed was very similar to the one he had engraved on the electronic keyboard.

This store does laser customization, so it doesn't need to spend several days waiting for the finished product, the pattern is set in the morning, and it can be picked up in the afternoon.After Chen Aowen paid the deposit, he took advantage of this time to go shopping with Song Xuan at the Asian Super League.

After going out the door, Song Xuan was a step behind Chen Aowen, staring at his broad back and handsome profile, and walked slowly.

The size and weight of the electronic keyboard are not small, and it is very inconvenient to move in and out, so Song Xuan has two electronic keyboards.

One with a slightly lower configuration is used for practice in the rehearsal room, and the other with a higher configuration is placed in their rented house on a daily basis.

The low-end version is not customized, the surface is smooth and dark, and ordinary, while the high-end version has a somewhat hidden custom pattern, hidden in the middle of the two layers of keys.

Song Xuan likes this position. Every time he changes the key, his fingers will slide over the bell. The sunken bell glows fluorescently under the stage light. Every time Song Xuan sees it, his heart softens.

This familiarity reassures him that he doesn't feel flustered when standing in the middle of the stage.

Generally speaking, this position can only be noticed when sitting in front of the keys. If other people are just standing, they will not be able to see it at a glance.And Chen Aowen had only had close contact with Song Xuan's piano the night before yesterday when they were moving things together.

Chen Aowen saw it, so he wanted to carve the same pattern as him, or was the bell shown by Chen Aowen just a coincidence?

So Song Xuan asked aloud: "Why did you ask me if I agree with you just now?"

Chen Aowen looked back at Song Xuan, and said as it should: "Because your electronic keyboard is also a bell, I always ask your opinion if I want to engrave similar patterns with yours."

"..."

Song Xuan asked again: "Then why do you want to carve the same pattern as me?"

"Because I bought this bass because of you. You invited me, so it was the first time for me to be a bassist in a band, to play with others for the first time, and then to be on the stage at the end of the school for the first time. This newly bought bass is a product derived from this experience, and it is also a testimony, so I want to engrave the bell you like." Chen Aowen looked at Song Xuan and said, "In this way, every time I see this bass in the future , I can think of you."

Song Xuan was stunned after hearing this.

Chen Aowen spoke calmly, but Song Xuan felt as if he was holding a string of bells shaking in his heart, "jingling bells" kept ringing.

This feeling upset Song Xuan.

After taking a few more steps, Song Xuan didn't pay attention, and kicked his toes up the half-inch step in front of him. His center of gravity was unstable, and his upper body leaned forward and directly hit Chen Aowen's back.

Chen Aowen's back was very broad, and the white soft sweater played a certain role in cushioning. Song Xuan's forehead bumped into it but did not feel pain, while Chen Aowen in front of him was bumped and immediately reacted. He turned around and stretched out. Supporting Song Xuan's arm with both hands, Song Xuan was extremely close to Chen Aowen's chest due to inertia, so close that he could smell the fragrance of detergent emanating from his sweater.

Like kapok incense.

In addition, Song Xuan seemed to hear continuous heartbeats, whether it was Chen Aowen's or his own, it exploded in his ears.

The strength on the arm tightened, and Chen Aowen asked in a deep voice, "Are you all right?"

Song Xuan swallowed, and stood up pretending to be calm: "It's okay."

However, Chen Aowen looked down at Song Xuan a few more times: "Are you really not hurt? Your face is so red."

"It's okay!" Song Xuan patted his face, and then slapped him twice, "It's really okay, the temperature is too low, it's red by the wind, let's go in quickly."

After finishing speaking, Song Xuan's hand touched Chen Aowen's back and pushed him towards the supermarket.

The Asian supermarket is very large. According to the origin of the items sold, it can be roughly divided into China, South Korea, and Vietnam. There are five floors up and down.

Most of the items sold in supermarkets are food, which are rarely seen in American stores, such as soy milk, custard buns, and some sauces.

Song Xuan had a clear goal this time, which was to prepare for the hot pot meal during the winter vacation. As soon as he entered the supermarket, he went straight to the kitchen supplies section to get a big hot pot, dishes, and induction cooker, and then went to pick out a few bottles of seasoning sauce. I grabbed a few packets of fish balls, beef slices and vermicelli from the refrigerator.

Chen Aowen went to buy instant food and snacks that could fill the small cabinets and refrigerators at home.

After putting these most important things into the shopping cart, he and Chen Aowen slowed down and walked to other areas.

Song Xuan had been to the Asian Supermarket twice before, and they also took Chen Aowen's car, but they were not familiar with each other at the time. After getting off the car, they always split up and bought their own things. Xuan pushed the cart, surrounded by familiar products, and even the other customers who passed by were all oriental faces, which gave Song Xuan the illusion of visiting a supermarket in China, and the years are leisurely and peaceful.

Walking, the two came to the daily necessities area.

Chen Aowen glanced at the shelf, and asked Song Xuan: "I remember last time I helped you get shampoo, there was only one bottle left in your box, do you want to save some more?"

"Oh, yes, I need to buy some more."

Song Xuan almost forgot what Chen Aowen didn't mention.

Walking into the shelves full of shampoos, Song Xuan scanned them one by one.

He never buys a fixed brand of shampoo, only to see if he likes the smell, so the shampoo he buys is different every time.

There are a lot of bottles and cans on the shelf, Song Xuan's eyes quickly glanced over, and finally stopped on a small white bottle, the scent on the lower right corner of the bottle is kapok incense.

When he bumped into Chen Aowen just now, Song Xuan smelled it, and now he still thinks it smells good.

So Song Xuan reached out, took two bottles and threw them into the shopping cart.

Chen Aowen glanced down, pointed to a purple bottle in his hand and asked, "Don't you want to buy lavender fragrance?"

Song Xuan: "...don't buy it."

Chen Aowen: "Why don't you buy it? I thought you liked the taste."

Song Xuan said: "My mother stuffed it for me. The fragrance of flowers feels motherly and the smell is too strong. When people get close to me, I'm afraid they will smell it and ask me if I wear perfume. I don't like it. "

Chen Aowen nodded to show his understanding, but after a few steps, he suddenly approached Song Xuan, so fast that Song Xuan had no time to react. Chen Aowen kept approaching until he was ten centimeters away from Song Xuan's ear before stopping, his nose lightly Sniffed.

Song Xuan: "...!?"

"It's not too strong." Chen Aowen stood up straight, and stated the facts, "You can only smell it at that distance just now, so don't worry."

After speaking, both of them suddenly realized how close they were just now, their eyes collided for a short while and then quickly moved away, looking in different directions on both sides.

Song Xuan's hands were hyperactive for a short time, he brushed his hair and pinched his earlobe, and then replied: "...Oh."

Chen Aowen pushed the shopping station for a while, before taking out his mobile phone to cover up: "It's lunch time, let's go eat."

Song Xuan: "Yes."

There are many Chinese restaurants on the B1 floor of the Asian supermarket.

The Chinese food here is basically a domestic chain brand, and the employees are all Chinese, so the taste is far more authentic than the one in school. A deck.

There are not many people in the store, and the mala tang process is simple. They waited for 15 minutes after choosing the toppings, and the finished product was quickly served on the table.

Song Xuan is from the south, but he can eat spicy food better among the southerners. He ordered a slightly spicy dish, and he also picked some chili sauce and vinegar to taste. Chen Aowen ordered clear soup with minced garlic and peanut butter.

The two bowls are close together, one red and one white contrast clearly.

Song Xuan had eaten Malatang in clear soup once, and was deeply impressed by the bland taste, so he asked, "Don't you think it's too bland? It doesn't taste right to eat Malatang without adding spicy food. You can't eat spicy food? "

Chen Aowen: "It's not considered inedible, but I choked on chili once when I was a child, and I never ate it again."

Song Xuan picked up a piece of fish ball from his red soup: "Why don't you try it?"

Chen Aowen nodded, took Song Xuan's food, took a bite and took a slight breath.

Song Xuan asked: "How is it?"

Chen Aowen: "...it seems to be okay."

Beside their seats, a little girl of mixed race was sitting alone on the sofa. Her parents went to the refrigerator to pick out dishes. She was bored and stared at the two of them the whole time.

Seeing Song Xuan notice her, the girl spoke, first in English: "What were you doing just now?"

Song Xuan: "..."

Girl: "Are you guys dating?"

Chen Aowen gasped when he heard the words, choked on the spicy oil, took several sips of the water at hand, and did not speak.

Song Xuan suddenly felt a little inexplicably guilty, and quickly replied: "It's not a date when two people eat together. Little sister, do you know what a date is?"

The girl said: "Of course I know, my parents are like this when they are dating, you feed me and I feed you, I just saw you feed him, don't try to lie to me, you must be dating!"

Song Xuan:?

Just as he was about to say something, the girl's parents came back, Song Xuan opened his mouth and thought about it, and the little girl on the sofa stopped looking at them and smiled obediently at her parents.

The girl's father was a blond and blue-eyed white man. After returning to the table with the bowl, he patted the girl's head and asked, "What were you sitting here watching?"

The girl pointed at Song Xuan pretending to be mysterious, thinking she lowered her voice, but she still said very loudly: "Look at them, they are dating!"

The author has something to say:

Smelly couple!