After accidentally kissing a roommate

Chen Aowen's voice was not loud, and his tone was very flat, without any emotion. When talking on the phone, his whole body was turned sideways to the bay window, and most of the words that came out of his mouth were taken away by the wind.

Song Xuan only heard this sentence, and after that, Chen Aowen couldn't hear what he said vaguely.

When he heard that sentence for the first time, Song Xuan stopped suddenly at the door, and subconsciously thought of yesterday's oolong. For what he did last night.

One is that, according to Song Xuan's superficial understanding of Chen Aowen, even if he minds a little, he is not such a stingy person.

The second is because other things happened yesterday.

Song Xuan remembered that yesterday morning, Chen Aowen seemed to be in a good mood. He was packing his backpack early in the morning. He seemed to have plans to go out, so he sat in the living room and fiddled with car models. He could carry his backpack at any time. The look of leaving.

But near noon, he went out to answer a phone call, and when he came back, he was visibly depressed. He sat on the sofa for a long while with his eyes downcast, his lips pursed into a straight line, and after a long silence, he stood up and stuffed the bag back into the cabinet. He has been sitting at his desk and bowing his head to do his complicated and time-consuming course experiments.

Chen Aowen was introverted, he always kept things in his heart, and never showed his emotions, but Song Xuan could keenly sense that from that moment on, Chen Aowen's mood was not bright.

Until the evening when Song Xuan was about to go out for the Halloween party, Chen Aowen was almost always in the room and never went out.

At dusk, twilight.

There was a message on the phone from Luo Ziyang urging him to go out and meet up. Song Xuan stood at the entrance, with his hand clearly on the doorknob, but suddenly looked back at Chen Aowen's room in a strange way.

The afterglow reflected obliquely on Chen Aowen's profound facial features through the glass window. He lowered his head, his expression was indifferent, his brows were slightly frowned, and he took a pen in his hand to record the data of the vehicle experiment over and over again, repeating and mechanically.On the street outside the house, the pumpkin lanterns had already been lit, and the lively laughter gradually arose, making the house even more unusually quiet.

Today is Halloween, does he want to be alone in this empty house?

At this moment, Song Xuan inexplicably remembered that when he was a child, his parents were busy with work, and he had to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival alone at home, and his heart suddenly softened.

At this time when he was supposed to go out, Song Xuan actually let go of the handle, turned his head and walked towards Chen Aowen, seemingly inadvertently mentioned to him the party on the West Campus, and extended an invitation to him.

Of course, Song Xuan at that time did not expect that this matter delayed him for 15 minutes, and it actually caused him to kiss Chen Aowen directly that night like a butterfly effect.

There were many things in his mind, Song Xuan sighed unconsciously, just halfway through the sigh, he was interrupted by a voice that was not pleasant.

"Song Xuan, what are you doing standing at the door of my room?"

Song Xuan turned his head in response, and saw their third roommate, Zheng Zhijie, sitting in the room, looking at Song Xuan with a half-smile.

This large one-story house has three bedrooms, which are rented out independently. Song Xuan and Chen Aowen rented two of them for a long-term stay a year and a half ago. Tenants change relatively frequently.

Zheng Zhijie moved here at the beginning of this semester after that foreign roommate who didn't like cleanliness. He was just a freshman, a year younger than Chen and Song. The three of them used to have little difference in their living habits, and they were quite harmonious when they got along. Zheng Zhijie also plans to live long-term, but there is a problem that Zheng Zhijie is from Taiwan.

Needless to say what kind of virtues are in Taiwan Province, Song Xuan originally did not intend to teach him historical knowledge, but during the National Day in October, Song Xuan projected the domestic military parade on the TV in the living room, watching it with great interest, Zheng Zhijie However, he took the initiative to bump into Song Xuan's muzzle, and when he passed the sofa, he secretly poked and said sour words at the uniform guard of honor, causing Song Xuan and Chen Aowen to show displeasure at the same time before closing their mouths and quickly slipping back into the room.

Strictly speaking, Zheng Zhijie was a little afraid of Song Xuan.

Song Xuan is tall, with broad shoulders and slender limbs, especially the muscles in the forearm are neat and beautiful, and his figure is as tall and straight as a young poplar facing the wind. Hei Shou was short, and although he was sour and mocking about the content of the live broadcast, he never dared to speak harshly, for fear that Song Xuan would violently beat him up.

However, Zheng Zhijie's speculation about Song Xuan was too small, so Song Xuan would not hit someone.

He has other options.

When he heard Zheng Zhijie's words, Song Xuan didn't respond with words, let alone responded. He just ate his snacks calmly. However, the next day he made a special trip to a shopping mall in the city center and bought a set of Bluetooth speakers.

From that day on, every morning when Song Xuan woke up, he would take out his mobile phone to connect to Bluetooth, and play "My Motherland" in a loop.

Coincidentally, this semester, Song Xuan had morning classes four out of five working days a week.

Chen Aowen has a regular schedule, no matter what class he is in, he must have breakfast at [-] o'clock every morning, and Song Xuan's song will naturally not disturb him. This is specially used to brainwash Zheng Zhijie.

After teasing for more than a week, seeing Zheng Zhijie's expression becoming more and more resentful, Song Xuan almost decided to let it go.By the second weekend, Song Xuan was about to catch up on his sleep, but in the morning, he heard the familiar mechanical sound of "Bluetooth connected" coming from the living room while he was half asleep.

He thought it was an automatic connection to the phone, but Song Xuan turned on the screen with his eyes half open, but he didn't see the Bluetooth logo in the upper left corner. The next moment, the prelude to "The Internationale" came from the living room, and then he Hearing Zheng Zhijie rushing out of the room, he said angrily:

"Song Xuan, are you finished..."

The voice went from arrogance to gradually weakening to complete silence.

Song Xuan let out a soft "tss", murmured to himself "it's none of my business today" while hugging the quilt in his arms, turned over disapprovingly, and planned to continue sleeping.

However, his eyes were closed, but his brain was still working. A moment later, a conclusion came to Song Xuan's mind, and he sat up suddenly and opened his eyes.

What is known: There are three people in this house. There was music in the living room early in the morning, which was neither played by Song Xuan nor Zheng Zhijie.

So I ask: who played the music?

Unexpectedly, Chen Aowen would do the same thing as himself to disgust Zheng Zhijie. Song Xuan, who was no longer sleepy, threw the quilt to the ground excitedly, walked to the door and opened a crack, and sure enough, he saw Chen Aowen sitting at the dining table While drinking milk, the music app was playing a scrolling special effect on the screen of the mobile phone, while Zheng Zhijie was standing by the table, showing half of his profile face, showing a dull and unbelievable expression.

Song Xuan desperately suppressed his expression, knocked his knuckles on the door twice, and said lazily, "I heard someone calling my name. What's up bro?"

Zheng Zhijie turned his head, and Chen Aowen also looked up. At the moment when Song Xuan's eyes met, Song Xuan felt that he and Chen Aowen were like two accomplices who had no prior discussion but had a good understanding. The smile flashed by, and was clearly captured by Song Xuan.

That Fang Zheng Zhijie ignored Song Xuan, just scratched his head and stammered to Chen Aowen: "You...how do you...also learn Song Xuan to sing in the morning?"

Chen Aowen said lightly: "I'm used to listening to it every day, don't you like listening to it?"

"I……?"

Zheng Zhijie didn't know how to answer.

Chen Aowen added: "This is the Internationale. Chinese people should listen to it and get familiar with it. The military parade that Song Xuan watched last week also played this song at the end."

Zheng Zhijie:?

Song Xuan couldn't hold back all of a sudden, leaning against the door frame and laughing out loud.

Although they are roommates together, when Zheng Zhijie first moved in and had no conflicts with Song Xuan, he obviously preferred to talk to Chen Aowen.

The reason is very simple, because Chen Aowen is of Chinese-French mixed race, and he mentioned that he studied in Paris in high school when chatting, so Zheng Zhijie always thinks of them as the same kind who "grow up in a free society" people.

Therefore, Zheng Zhijie, who heard what Chen Aowen said, collapsed, and did not hide his emotions: "Why are you a Frenchman joining in the fun?"

"Who told you that I am a French citizen?" Chen Aowen blinked slowly, with a gentle sense of alienation in his gestures, "I am Chinese just like you."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Zhijie, who was surrounded by two young men with positive roots, was stunned. He immediately proposed to the landlord to move out and not renew the lease the next day. Today's Halloween is the fourth time he has come to clean up.

The room that Zheng Zhijie rented was exactly opposite to that of Chen Aowen, and the place where Song Xuan stood was not only Chen Aowen's door, but also Zheng Zhijie's, and his sentence "what are you doing standing at the door of my room" was correct.

Song Xuan didn't refute him, but glanced down at the suitcase at his feet and said, "Of course I'm standing here to supervise your move, how many times do you want to move?"

"Today is the last time." Zheng Zhijie angrily closed the suitcase, pushed the luggage to the living room, glanced at Song Xuan and said in a strange tone, "Then why did you sigh just now? Did you not have a good time yesterday?"

Song Xuan wanted to win, and he said not to be outdone, "Happy! Of course I'm happy. I'm so happy."

Just after finishing speaking, Chen Aowen happened to come out of the room, and was taken aback when he heard Song Xuan's answer. He didn't comment on it, but curled his fingers slightly, and raised his nose again.

Song Xuan: "..."

Zheng Zhijie didn't notice any subtle differences between these two people, he just gritted his teeth and said, "Then I wish you two treat each other as guests in this room, treat each other with respect, and love each other."

Hearing these three words, Song Xuan's brain was depleted of oxygen and blood surged up. He was about to point at Zheng Zhijie and scold "If you don't know how to use idioms, don't use them", but Chen Aowen took the lead.

"Let me ask you a good word." Chen Aowen raised the corners of his mouth in a rare way, his eyes went straight forward, and he didn't know whether he was looking at Zheng Zhijie or Song Xuan through him, "We will."

Song Xuan:?

The author has something to say:

Let me state that Zheng Zhijie here is only a representative of the indigenous people in that area. The overseas students I have seen are generally like him, so I only made a statement and do not represent my personal position.

(I think you can see the protagonist's performance from the standpoint, right...)