After accidentally kissing a roommate

The fact that the headset was cut off seems to disappoint Tan Min, who has practiced Spanish lyrics for a long time...

However, Song Xuan also felt happy to be able to sing with Chen Aowen.

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening when the car slowly drove into the parking space.

The withered and yellow sycamore leaves in the central garden have fallen all over the ground, and winter has quietly descended on the city.

Far away from the lively crowd and the hot and dazzling lights on the stage, Song Xuan realized that the city of Durham in early December was cold and windy. He couldn't help shaking when he got out of the car. The east wind blew into his neck, and his nose itched. , bowed his head and sneezed.

Song Xuan was wearing a black jacket from the band's performance, with only a white long sleeve on it, which was a bit thin in this weather.

Chen Aowen frowned after hearing the sneeze, and stopped Song Xuan who went to the trunk to get the piano.

"Let's go into the house first." Chen Aowen said, "Don't catch a cold, and get it tomorrow."

Thinking about it, there was really no rush, Song Xuan withdrew his hand, walked around the car and went directly into the house.

It was still Song Xuan who took a bath first, and when he came out of the bathroom after washing, the floor heating was turned on in the living room, and Chen Aowen just brought out a bowl of red date soup to drive out the cold from the kitchen.

Ginger slices, red dates, longan and eggs are put in the soup, which is steaming and fragrant.

Chen Aowen said: "I drank this to warm my stomach, and I didn't eat well at night."

Song Xuan took it and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Chen Aowen pointed to his face that hadn't removed makeup, and said, "I'll drink it after washing."

After entering the bathroom, Chen Aowen did not close the door immediately, but stood in front of the mirror and looked at it for a while, and then began to tear off the rhinestones. Song Xuan was sitting facing Chen Aowen, seeing his behavior, he asked: "Don't you really like this stuff on your face?"

Chen Aowen: "No, why do you ask that?"

Song Xuan: "If you don't like it, why do you leave it on your face and don't want to tear it off?"

When he was still in the lounge, Chen Aowen said to wait a while before taking it off.

Chen Aowen over there was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Because...you posted it for me."

Song Xuan was stunned, the red date soup entered the stomach along the esophagus, which seemed to stimulate his heartbeat along the way.

Chen Aowen continued: "I don't know if there will be such an opportunity in the future, so I want to stay longer."

"Oh, so..." Song Xuan swallowed a mouthful of the soup, tried his best to look calm and said, "There should be, we will get along for a long time."

Chen Aowen just smiled, and then closed the door: "Okay, I'm taking a shower."

A door separated the two sides, and Song Xuan was the only one left in the living room.

He touched the warm porcelain bowl with the palm of his hand, and then pressed his feet to the floor. After a moment of meditation, his limbs retracted at the same time, and he scooped up the soup in the bowl. care has become dependent.

Not that no one took care of him.

Even after going to school, his parents worked hard outside and seldom came home, and the family hired an aunt who specializes in washing and cooking to take care of him, but no matter how long he took care of him, the aunt was just an outsider after all. Song Xuan never had a feeling of dependence on anyone other than his family. .

Chen Aowen was the only exception.

Is it because they are roommates?

But Song Xuan vaguely felt that it was not just because of this.

While drinking and thinking about something, he grabbed the phone and turned it around at will. At a certain moment, the screen suddenly lit up, Song Xuan turned it on, and it was Jiang Xiqing who sent him some photos.

Song Xuan clicked on it, and it was a snapshot of them performing on stage.

[Jiang Xiqing: I filmed it in the voice control room. I didn’t expect the voice control room to have such a good view of the stage. I still have the video in my hand. @你 on ins? 】

[Song Xuan: Okay, thank you. 】

Jiang Xiqing sent several photos, all of which were taken during the performance of the three songs, but the first two songs were Tan Min's solo, so most of the photos Song Xuan received were for the third song.

Song Xuan clicked on the photo and zoomed in.

The photos taken by Jiang Xiqing are quite high-definition. Although they are distant views, everyone's expressions can be clearly seen after zooming in.

Song Xuan slowly passed Luo Ziyang and Tan Min, and then stopped on his and Chen Aowen's faces.

Whether they are playing or singing, they are looking at each other in almost every photo.The lights on the stage are a romantic and gentle pink like Xiawei, falling on their faces, it seems that even the diamonds on the corners of their eyes are full of romance.

It was the first time Song Xuan saw himself showing such an expression.

It turned out that when he looked at Chen Aowen on the stage, he had this look in his eyes.

After looking at it a few more times, Song Xuan saved the photo, logged out of WeChat, logged on to ins, and just clicked into the insstory posted by Jiang Xiqing for a second, the bathroom door was opened, and the sound of the two choruses was released. , was also heard by Chen Aowen.

Song Xuan: "..."

Chen Owen paused, and asked, "Is it a video?"

Song Xuan nodded: "Jiang Xiqing took the picture, she posted it on ins, but it was only a few seconds."

Speaking of Instagram.

Since Jiang Xiqing didn't know Chen Aowen's ins number, so the video was only @Song Xuan, Tan Min and Luo Ziyang. Those who were not @ were unable to repost the video to their own stories, so Song Xuan asked Chen Aowen: " What's your ins number? I'll ask Jiang Xiqing to add you too."

Chen Aowen wiped his hair, and after a moment of silence, he said: "I don't use my ins very much, so I won't add it, just forward it."

Song Xuan: "...OK."

Chen Aowen, who had removed the rhinestones, had a clean and fresh face. He went into the kitchen and took out another bowl of soup and drank it slowly. Song Xuan sat opposite him and watched silently the whole time.

Sensing Song Xuan's gaze, Chen Aowen raised his head: "What's wrong?"

Song Xuan looked away and landed on the phone: "It's nothing. By the way, do you want the photos taken by Jiang Xiqing? I'll send them to you."

Without waiting for Chen Aowen's answer, Song Xuan quickly forwarded all the photos.

Chen Aowen picked up the phone, clicked on it like Song Xuan just now, then zoomed in, looked carefully, his eyes gradually became gentle and smiling.

At this moment, Song Xuan suddenly remembered that when Jiang Xiqing gave him makeup for the first time last year, he once commented that Song Xuan's appearance with makeup was different from usual, and his style had completely changed.

So Song Xuan asked: "Do you think there is a big difference between me and the photo?"

Chen Aowen was a little surprised by this question, but he did a careful comparison: "I don't really understand this, but there seems to be some. Why do you ask?"

Song Xuan: "Because Jiang Xiqing said before that when I wear makeup, I will look much more handsome than usual."

In fact, what she said was——

"I usually look like a younger brother."

"No." Chen Aowen smiled, "You have always been handsome."

Until he returned to the room, Song Xuan's heart kept beating—with a throbbing and rhythm he didn't know the source of.

He was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, hearing what Chen Aowen said just now, and what he said to him on the way back——

"It's a pleasure to sing with you."

"You've always been handsome."

He held the phone on his heart and took two deep breaths, but he couldn't suppress the violent heartbeat.

No matter how slow he was, Song Xuan could sense it.

There was something wrong with himself.

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