After accidentally kissing a roommate

Song Xuan stood in the middle of the rehearsal room on the basement floor of the glass house, imitating Chen Aowen's appearance with one hand in his pocket, and said in a low voice, "With your good words, we will."

The sky is steaming and rosy, and the warm sun penetrates the large floor-to-ceiling glass to reflect rainbow lights. Song Xuan stands under the light wearing a white shirt, with long eyelashes, and the shadow fades away the softness of his appearance, outlining his three-dimensional and distinct outline of bones, shaping a The sharpness that belongs only to young people.

Luo Ziyang leaned back on his upper body, leaned on his drum set, looked at Song Xuan, tried his best to imagine Chen Aowen's expression when he said this, and asked, "Did he use this movement to say that?"

Song Xuan nodded.

Luo Ziyang: "Wow, you're more handsome than me."

Song Xuan: "..."

After demonstrating the reappearance of the scene in the living room on Halloween, Song Xuan withdrew his hand in his pocket, walked to the digital piano and sat down without interest, stepped on the pedal with one leg bent casually, and said to Luo Ziyang: "Who is telling you Are you handsome? What do you mean by him? Did you hear what I said?"

That day, just after Song Xuan finished saying "very happy", Chen Aowen appeared at the door of the room. I don't know if he heard what Zheng Zhijie asked Song Xuan, let alone if he heard it, would there be further misunderstandings.

Luo Ziyang frowned and thought for a while, not daring to make a judgment, so he asked: "Then what did Chen Aowen do after Zheng Zhijie left? What did you say?"

Song Xuan: "After leaving..."

After Zheng Zhijie dragged his luggage and slammed the door out, the two of them didn't move for a while, and they didn't dare to look into each other's eyes. They turned around and did their own things in a tacit understanding.

After a while of silence, Song Xuan took the lead in trying to break the silence, looked at the empty room and said, "Zheng Zhijie finally finished sorting everything out."

Chen Aowen nodded, and said briefly: "Well, finally."

Song Xuan added: "I hope the next roommate can be more normal."

This is a topic that is closely related to both of them. Chen Aowen suddenly stopped when he heard it. He didn't answer Song Xuan's words immediately. He blinked his eyes twice and didn't know what he was thinking. After drinking a glass of water, he said, "I'm going out for training, and I won't be back until late at night, please hold the door for me."

Song Xuan: "Well, good."

Every Sunday afternoon, Chen Aowen has to go to the school ice hockey team to practice. The training time is variable, and he comes home early or late. However, due to years of habits and safety considerations, Song Xuan likes to lock the door from the inside whenever he is at home.They had already reached a consensus on this. If Chen Aowen had to return late because of training, Song Xuan would keep the door open for him, and Chen Aowen would try to go home before ten o'clock in the evening to lock Song Xuan.

And when Chen Aowen came back that day, Song Xuan had already gone to bed early, so they didn't talk anymore.

After hearing the general situation, Luo Ziyang said he didn't understand, but his eyes lit up when he learned that Zheng Zhijie had moved out and a room was vacant, and asked Song Xuan: "Is there a new tenant for the vacated room?"

Song Xuan: "Probably not. The landlord basically only accepts international students or exchange students, and does not accept short-term rental tourists. But now the mid-term exam has just passed, so there are no students who want to come. What? Do you want to rent?"

Luo Ziyang waved his hand: "I don't rent it, but I have a junior who wants to move out of the student apartment and is now looking for a new house. He is not bad. If you don't have a new roommate for the time being, why don't you consider him?"

Song Xuan said: "Then let me ask the landlord for you."

Opening the address book and finding the phone number of the landlord Andrew, Song Xuan clicked to dial, but after calling the number twice, the phone was always busy.

Song Xuan dialed the landline again, and only then learned from the message in the phone mailbox that the landlord happened to be away from home to visit relatives. He just left today and would not be back until next week at the earliest.

Song Xuan said: "I don't answer the phone, I guess I'm on the plane, I'll ask tomorrow."

Luo Ziyang nodded: "Well, there is no rush, the junior also has other houses to choose from."

The two chatted a few more casually, the door of the rehearsal room was pushed open, and Tan Min and Jiang Xiqing arrived late.

Tan Min apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm late, I'm late, today we are doing a class report, and a group is seriously overtime."

Seeing Tan Min, Luo Ziyang smiled and said, "It's okay, we just arrived."

The two girls put down their schoolbags, went to the corner and picked up the guitar and bass that were on the ground, while Song Xuan opened the digital keyboard in front of him and started debugging.

Each has an instrument—it's guitar and bass, it's keyboard and drums—yes, the four of them form a makeshift amateur band.

At the end of each semester, the school will arrange a brightly lit neon stage, which is not only to celebrate the end of the exam, but also to welcome the arrival of the holiday. Students are free to sign up to perform on stage, regardless of style and form, just for venting, displaying and carnival .

The band is led by Tan Min. She met Song Xuan during the orientation of Chinese students studying abroad, and through Song Xuan met his high school classmate Luo Ziyang, and Jiang Xiqing is a member of Tan Min's same club.

The four of them have different majors and grades, and they try to coordinate with each other's spare time to gather here for rehearsal, so every minute and every second is precious.After Tan Min put down his backpack, he took out a stack of papers with music scores and distributed them to Song Xuan and Luo Ziyang, saying: "We have already chosen the song. Although the school organization only gave us three songs, we I still want to sing four songs, so Jiang Jiang has adapted two of them and stringed them together, can you take a look?"

There are not many places in the score that need to use the drummer, Luo Ziyang patted the drum surface and replied: "I have no problem."

Song Xuan took out the adapted sheet music, carefully looked at every note and rhythmic transition, and nodded, "I can do it here, too."

"Very good!" Tan Min clapped excitedly, "Then we can start, we must not lose on the final stage!"

There will be a democratic vote on the stage at the end of the term. The person or team who wins the most popular performance in the same category can go to the school’s minibar for a free night. Last semester, they were only three votes away from No.1. This semester they Everyone is determined to win this award.

The two-hour rehearsal time was just enough for the four of them to get familiar with the melody, but the ensemble still didn't quite fit together. However, Luo Ziyang still had class tonight, so the four of them made an appointment for the next practice time and disbanded on the spot.

As the sun set and entered late autumn, the nights in Durham gradually became longer, and the street lamps lit up one by one, making Song Xuan's shadow extremely obliquely long.

The glass room where the rehearsal room is located is next to the food court of the West Campus. Song Xuan walked to a stall selling Chinese dim sum with a bag on his shoulders and bought a box of shrimp dumplings and a box of crystal cakes. As soon as I lowered my head and turned on the phone, I saw that the screen was occupied by three unread messages, and the sender was the same person——Chen Aowen.

Before he had time to turn it on, the phone vibrated again, and it was Chen Aowen's call.

With a flick of his thumb hesitantly, Song Xuan connected: "Hello?"

This was the first time they talked directly after Halloween, and Song Xuan was still cramped and embarrassed.

"Song Xuan." Chen Aowen called his name, and his deep voice was transmitted through radio waves.

Song Xuan: "Well, it's me... I just saw that you sent me a message, what's the matter?"

He didn't look at his phone during the two hours of rehearsal.

"Oh, it's not a big deal." There was a strong wind in the autumn night, and Chen Aowen's voice was shattered by the wind. He asked Song Xuan, "Where are you now?"

"I... um..." Song Xuan turned his head and glanced at the food court, which is also the place where the Halloween party is held, Song Xuan didn't mention the specific location, and said in a roundabout way, "I'm still in school, but I'm coming back on the way."

"Well, then you come back quickly." That Fang paused, and Chen Aowen continued, "I... was shut out."

Song Xuan: "Huh? Closed the door?"

Chen Aowen's tone sounded a little pitiful: "Well, I didn't bring the key, and Andrew is out."

In this way, only Song Xuan has the key to save him.

Song Xuan put the packing box into the basket, unlocked the bicycle and said, "Wait for me for 15 minutes, and I'll be right back."

Bicycles "jingle bells" all the way from the west campus to the central garden.

When Song Xuan rode his bicycle and turned into the intersection, he saw Chen Aowen standing alone at the door from a distance. The moonlight fell on his shoulders, shining a clear silver glow. He raised his head and looked straight after hearing the sound of the bicycle. .

I don't know if it was an illusion brought by the moon, but the eyes looking at Song Xuan were as soft as water.

Song Xuan looked away after taking a look, parked the car on the side of the gravel road, took out the key and walked around Chen Aowen to the gate, casually looking for something to talk about: "I've been waiting for a long time."

"soon."

Chen Aowen followed behind him, took out his mobile phone to help Song Xuan lighting up, saw the packing box in his hand, and asked after a moment of silence, "Do you have a date today?"

Song Xuan: "Huh? Why do you ask that?"

"This." Chen Aowen pointed to the bag in Song Xuan's hand, and added, "And you usually come back at five o'clock."

Song Xuan himself doesn't remember what time he usually goes back, but he didn't delve into this question, he replied briefly: "It's not a date, it's just to rehearse, I used to form a band with my friends, I don't know if you remember, go to Played at the end of last semester."

I didn't expect Chen Aowen to remember, but he nodded and said, "Yes. Endlesssummer, I watched it in the audience last semester, and you played very well."

Endlesssummer is the name of their band, because a bouquet of hydrangeas happened to be placed on the table when they decided to form, so they casually took the last three words of "Hydrangea Endless Summer" and called the band Endlesssummer.

"Oh? You actually remember." Song Xuan pushed the door open, walked to the entrance and looked around, but he couldn't see the familiar black and white keychain.

Song Xuan: "Where's your key? Why aren't you here?"

"I probably forgot it with Andrew." Chen Aowen understated.

Song Xuan: "Oh..."

But he had doubts in his mind.

What is Chen Aowen doing with the landlord?

Just as Song Xuan thought about it, Chen Aowen answered, "By the way, I have to tell you about this. I rented out the third room in our house."

The author has something to say:

Chen Aowen (giving money): I want a world for two

Landlord: Arrange!