After accidentally kissing a roommate

After leaving the department store, they went downstairs to buy decorations and a Christmas tree. The two left the mall with two gift bags in their arms.

When going down the steps, Song Xuan followed closely behind Chen Aowen step by step.

The steps of the shopping mall are very high, stacked on top of each other like a tower. When Song Xuan stood on the top floor and went down step by step, he could see two rows of cedar trees standing along the road in the distance, leading to the sky.

Under the dim yellow sunset, the red and orange lights meander up the tree trunks, and the stars fall in the gaps between the trees, like fireflies in the forest in summer night.

There were quite a lot of people walking towards the parking lot, in groups of twos and threes, almost all of them were lovers, and he and Chen Aowen blended into it without violating harmony.Song Xuan lowered his eyes to look at Chen Aowen's back, reflecting the glow of the sky, he suddenly felt that it would be the same if what Chen Aowen said just now was applied to him.

Chen Aowen was equally conspicuous among the crowd, and Song Xuan couldn't look away when he set his eyes on it.

The heart hidden under the coat kept beating vigorously, and the heart that wanted to get closer was extremely strong. At this moment, Song Xuan was soberly examining himself as never before, and made a verdict for his emotions.

He really fell in love with Chen Aowen.

The two arrived at the side of the car one after the other.

The gift bags were all placed on the back seat of the car. Song Xuan took off the gloves and scarf after getting in the car: "When we get back, count the money spent today, and I will share it with you. Remember to count the gloves and scarf separately. "

"No, the decorations don't cost much." Looking at the gloves in front of the car window again, Chen Aowen said, "Take this as my Christmas present for you."

After speaking, he smiled again: "It's the first gift I gave you."

Song Xuan was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then took a closer look at the scarf on his knee. The pattern of two Christmas bells could be faintly seen on the hanging tassel.

It turned out that Chen Aowen didn't choose it randomly just now.

With ten fingers submerged in the soft fabric, Song Xuan clenched the thing in his hand: "...Okay, then I'll accept it."

Chen Aowen: "Yes."

The car returned smoothly along the road it came on.

After arriving home, the two rearranged the layout of the living room together, and created an open space next to the fireplace in front of the sofa to place the Christmas tree.

The TV in the living room was on, and the host of the local channel was broadcasting the news at a very fast speed. Song Xuan was hanging colorful balls on the branches of the tree while listening to the news as the background music during labor. He keenly grasped a "robbery" in the pile of vocabulary, and when he looked back, the broadcast picture on the screen had just disappeared.

American news anchors report the news so fast that it is unacceptable for ordinary international students. Song Xuan has been studying here for a year and a half, and he still can’t get all the information conveyed by just listening to the news when he is absent-minded. information.

So he asked, "What did you say in the news just now? Did it say that there was a robbery?"

Chen Aowen nodded: "Well, it's the end of the year, and the law and order are not very good. Several accidents, large and small, have occurred in several cities in North Carolina, but fortunately, there is no threat to human life. Don't go out if it is not necessary recently."

Every year at the end of the year, it is the time when the law and order in the United States is the worst and the most chaotic. Homeless people and vagrants collectively rush for performance, take to the streets and night patrols, trying to catch a fat sheep and slaughter it with a knife.

It may be so that they have hope for Christmas and New Years.

However, North Carolina is considered to be a state with relatively good law and order in the United States. The rented house and the fence outside the garden are always locked. Song Xuan has only heard of it here, and has not encountered such a thing for the time being.

"horrible."

Song Xuan, who grew up under the aura of socialism, could hardly imagine this, but he tried his best to make up the scene where he was surrounded, thinking that if he encountered such a thing, his mind would go blank and he would be slaughtered.

Song Xuan is not short, at 1.8 meters, but compared with some strong Westerners, he looks weaker in appearance after all.

Then Song Xuan remembered that the law and order in France was not very good, so he asked Chen Aowen: "Did you encounter such a thing when you were in Paris?"

"I only met someone who stole money twice, and I never met someone who robbed me directly." Chen Aowen said lightly, "Maybe it's because I don't look like a rich man."

Song Xuan: "Why? When I first met you, I thought you had a good temperament and good looks. You must have grown up in a family with a good family background and education."

"Really?" Chen Aowen listened silently, feeling very grateful in his heart, "You thought I was so nice when you first met me?"

Song Xuan: "Well, yes."

Chen Aowen asked: "What about now? Is it better or worse than that time?"

Song Xuan stuttered suddenly: "D-Of course it's good."

In his heart, Chen Aowen is a person who wants to get closer the more he gets along.

The corner of Chen Aowen's mouth curled up: "In my heart, you too, have always been fine."

During the winter vacation, there is no school or homework, and the days are leisurely and leisurely. Day after day passes quickly. In a blink of an eye, there is only one week left before Christmas.

This Wednesday afternoon, Song Xuan saw that there was no milk at home, so he greeted him and went out alone.

But in fact, he went out not just for milk.

Song Xuan has been hanging the scarf and gloves Chen Aowen bought on the hanger since he came back from the mall to buy a Christmas tree. Every day when he sits at the desk reading a book or watching online classes, he always catches a glimpse of the dark blue corner out of the corner of his eye.

Song Xuan felt that courtesy was reciprocal, so he should give Chen Aowen something.

He thought for a long time, and finally found a ceramics shop opened by a Chinese at a corner two blocks away, and Song Xuan decided to send a set of wind chimes.

Three days ago, he customized a set of four-corner wind chimes here. The four corners of the thin bamboo pole hang down respectively to the Eiffel Tower and the Xi'an Wild Goose Pagoda, which fits perfectly with Chen Aowen's mixed-race identity.

In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, the sun sets very quickly,

Song Xuan went to the supermarket to buy milk first, and then took the milk to the pottery shop to pick up the packaged wind chimes. When he returned, the sky was completely dark.

The ceramics shop opened at the corner of a street. The street was a little run-down, with no street lights, and the road ahead was dark.

The cold wind was blowing, and the thick clouds above the night covered the last quarter moon, and even the clear brilliance of the moonlight could not shine on the ground.

Song Xuan was walking in the secret dark night, listening to the sound of the wind blowing leaves in his ears, he had an inexplicable bad premonition in his heart, so he couldn't help speeding up his pace.

When there is only one block left from the central garden.

Song Xuan suddenly noticed two long figures pulling out from behind him on the ground, no matter which way he walked at the fork, those two figures always followed.

This is very wrong.

Almost immediately, Song Xuan thought of the news about the robbery in North Carolina that he heard a week ago.

However, Song Xuan's brain was not as blank as he imagined. On the contrary, the potential danger stimulated his quick wits, and he quickly recalled in his mind whether there was any terrain on the way home that he could use to escape.

After having a general idea, Song Xuan pretended not to notice it, and kept moving forward at the same speed, but secretly lifted the milk and the wind chime in his hand.

When he came to another fork in the road, he suddenly smashed the milk in his hand back, took a big stride, turned sharply and ran to the right.

It probably hit someone, Song Xuan heard a cry of pain and cursing behind him, but he didn't even bother to look back, because he also heard the sound of hurried footsteps.

The footsteps of more than one person were approaching him.

Holding the wind chime, Song Xuan also wanted to curse at people.

But he couldn't swear, and he didn't have the extra energy to devote to his mouth.

His heart was beating violently in his chest, all his senses and perceptions were on his own legs, his palms and back were covered with cold sweat, and he only had one shortest way home in his eyes.

The last corner.

As soon as he turned here, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Song Xuan's blurred eyes due to nervousness. The outline and expression were very familiar, and he clearly appeared in Song Xuan's eyes.

The man looked anxious, holding the phone close to his ear, and in Song Xuan's pocket, his phone was vibrating all the time.

It's Chen Aowen.

It was like a ship on a long voyage finally returning to the port after going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers. Song Xuan was holding the gift bag in his hand, and suddenly wanted to cry.

The rest of the senses also returned to him. Song Xuan belatedly realized that he had been running for too long and his hands and feet were gradually weakening. He yelled "Chen Aowen".

Immediately afterwards, Song Xuan threw himself into Chen Aowen's arms together with the gift he wanted to give to Chen Aowen.

Chen Aowen's clean breath came over, like the warm sunshine in spring wrapping Song Xuan.

This sudden forward movement was too sudden, Chen Aowen's body froze, and he found that the person in his arms seemed to be shaking slightly, so he hesitated and slowly put his hand on Song Xuan's shoulder.

"What’s wrong with you?"

The question fell into Song Xuan's ears, and it was the calling sound that heralded his departure from the edge of hell.

When Chen Aowen asked the question, he lowered his head, and his broken hair rubbed against Song Xuan's cheek, which was prickly and itchy.

Obviously irrelevant scenes.

Song Xuan suddenly remembered at this moment that he went to Miami for the first time to go surfing when he graduated from high school. He was nervous and excited standing on the surfboard, holding the crossbar in front of him tightly with both hands, and galloping along the sea with the speedboat.

The golden sunlight fell on the waves, shining golden eyes full of sparkling waves.

Song Xuan returned to the coast and experienced for the first time what is the ultimate peace after an extreme heartbeat.

And this moment.

I don't know if it's because he just got out of danger, or because Chen Aowen appeared.

Song Xuan once again experienced that long-lost peace of mind.