After accidentally kissing a roommate

As soon as Chen Aowen finished speaking, Song Xuan immediately thought of their collision that night, and suddenly stammered guiltily: "Ah? It's...is it?"

Chen Aowen didn't say anything more, just said lightly: "Yes."

Song Xuan stopped talking.

He was silent and thinking alone, but he didn't dare to fully confirm the conjecture in his mind.

Can that also be called a gift?

That superficial, emotionless bump was a complete accident, not at all what he wanted.

In addition, Song Xuan didn't pay much attention to Chen Aowen that day, and they didn't stay with Chen Aowen all the time. They acted separately for a long time.

Feeling like a big stone was pressing on his heart, Song Xuan began to suspect that from the very beginning, he was self-indulgent, and the liking Chen Aowen said was actually someone else.

From the beginning to the end, Chen Aowen never clearly mentioned Song Xuan's name, did he?

Recall it carefully.

Song Xuan remembered that without his invitation, Chen Aowen would not have gone to the Halloween party at all.

On the morning of Chen Aowen's birthday, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a backpack in his hand, and he looked like he was about to leave anytime, anywhere, obviously waiting for someone.

And the next day, when Song Xuan came back from the coffee shop and passed by Chen Aowen's room, he also heard what Chen Aowen said on the phone——

"Stop asking me about yesterday."

What's the matter?

Chen Aowen is not the kind of person who would take the initiative to tell others about his accidental kiss.

Then who did he invite to meet on his birthday?

Song Xuan couldn't figure it out. After returning to the room, he sat by the bay window and looked at the street scene outside the window.

There is no snow in North Carolina in winter, and the tops of the tall trees on the side of the road have no leaves, just bare branches.

He remained silent amidst the bleakness along the street. Until dinner at night, Song Xuan was still not in high spirits and depressed.

Chen Aowen also noticed a slight change in Song Xuan——

The number of times I looked at myself seemed to have decreased, and the absent-minded appearance lasted for several days, including when they sat face to face in the cafeteria at noon every day, but they talked a lot less than usual.

This lasted for four days. On Wednesday night, Chen Aowen was sitting by the big bed in his room, his eyes passed through the gap in the door, and fell on Song Xuan who was leaning against the marble cabinet in the kitchen and drinking milk in mouthfuls.

The pages of the book in Chen Aowen's hand stood upright and remained untouched for a long time.

After Song Xuan washed the cup and returned to the room with his slippers on, Chen Aowen came back to his senses before turning the page, but he couldn't read a single word.

After replaying the conversation last Saturday, Chen Aowen thought: It seems that Song Xuan doesn't like it.

He didn't like himself talking about what happened on Halloween.

Just having their own concerns and getting along as usual on the surface, it will soon be Saturday.

On Saturday, Song Xuan's [-]th birthday.

Because the budget was sufficient, the birthday organizer entrusted by Song Xuan chose a cafeteria in Durham as the venue for the celebration.

The restaurant is not far from their school and central garden, and can be reached on foot.

In the afternoon, Chen Aowen went out to get gifts first, and Song Xuan went first by himself.

When Chen Aowen came here, there were already many people gathered in the restaurant.

Looking from a distance, apart from a few Chinese students, there are many typical European and American faces or Latinos.

They sat scattered around, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

And Chen Aowen stood five meters away from the door, looking at Song Xuan who was surrounded by the crowd and smiling wantonly, and suddenly found that he was not familiar with other people except Jiang Xiqing, Tan Min and Luo Ziyang.

There is no mutual friend circle, they are just roommates.

Inexplicably, a very light and faint sense of loneliness surged up in my heart, like a layer of veil separating Chen Aowen.

After watching the scene silently for a while, Chen Aowen walked into the house.

Located on a small hill, this hotel is a building rebuilt from an old house at the beginning of the last century. The style is simple and European, and the hollow carvings on the windowsill are exquisite and elegant.

Stepping up the steps slowly, when Chen Aowen just walked into the restaurant, he was still thinking about how to approach and how to open his mouth to naturally blend into the lively atmosphere, but Song Xuan was far away from the crowd, and he saw Chen Aowen at a glance. arts.

It was as if Song Xuan was in the middle of the crowd, but his eyes were always on the door.

The moment he saw Chen Aowen, Song Xuan stretched out his arm and waved, then pointed to a seat beside him and said, "Chen Aowen! Here!"

In a word, it pierced the lonely "veil" blocking Chen Aowen, and pulled Chen Aowen into them very naturally.

Walking to the side of the seat, Chen Aowen asked, "For me?"

Song Xuan smiled, his face was a little red, and he seemed to have lost the depression of the previous two days: "Yes, it is specially reserved for you."

Chen Aowen sat down and smelled Song Xuan's scent: "Have you been drinking?"

Song Xuan nodded: "A little bit, plum wine. Don't say anything, Jiang Xi and I secretly exchanged it after counting, and the waiter hasn't found out yet."

The United States stipulates that people under the age of 21 are not allowed to drink alcohol. Song Xuan just turned [-] today, so he said to ask Jiang Xi to count and exchange with her.

Chen Aowen: "Why did you think of drinking today?"

Song Xuan: "It's 20 years old, happy~ I'm Chinese, don't care about the American rules, if I celebrate my birthday at home, my parents will definitely agree with me to drink."

Chen Aowen: "Aren't you afraid of getting drunk?"

Song Xuan shook the glass: "I won't get drunk, I know how much I can drink. Besides, there is still you..."

Halfway through the speech, it stopped abruptly.

Song Xuan stopped his expression and asked Chen Aowen: "If I'm drunk, will you help me?"

Chen Aowen nodded: "Of course, why do you ask so suddenly?"

Song Xuan poked the ice cube in the glass with a straw: "I just thought that what I said just now seemed too natural, what if you actually think that my roommate is troublesome?"

roommate……

The relationship between them, near and far, seems to have always been limited by the word "roommate".

Chen Aowen lowered his eyes, his eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, and tried his best not to hear any fluctuations in his voice: "No, I never find it troublesome."

But these words did not seem to be the answer Song Xuan expected.

He nodded and gave an equally flat "oh".

The word "oh" fell into the voices of the surrounding people, like a drop of water flowing into the sea, and there was no more waves after that. They sat quietly side by side.

There were people coming in from the door of the restaurant.

After sitting in the seat for a long time, Chen Aowen found that he was not completely unfamiliar with other people, at least many people knew him, or heard Song Xuan mention it, or took him to I have met several times in the overseas student activities I participated in.

In short, because of Song Xuan, he integrated very quickly, and it was not as difficult as he imagined.

After everyone arrived, lunch officially began.

Because it is a buffet, everyone can walk around with their plates in their hands, casually and casually.

Song Xuan has a lively personality and advocates freedom. He even celebrates his birthday with a sense of unconstrained comfort.

Chen Aowen didn't deliberately serve dishes with Song Xuan, but he could always fix Song Xuan's position in the crowd at a glance.

He is the protagonist today, and he is often stopped by other friends to chat suddenly, smiling happily, shining in the crowd.

Standing by the coffee machine and looking at Song Xuan for a long time, Chen Aowen got up to add food in the third round, and a question inadvertently sounded in his ear.

"Can I pour you a cup of coffee?"

When Chen Aowen came back to his senses, he realized that the coffee he clicked to make was finished, and quickly removed the porcelain cup: "I'm sorry."

The person who wanted to pour the coffee was named Tina, an English girl. She followed Chen Aowen's eyes and fixed on Song Xuan before she smiled and said, "Do you like him?"

Chen Aowen was going to turn around and leave with the cup in his hand, but he stopped halfway when he heard this: "What?"

Tina said: "Song Xuan, you like him."

Chen Aowen didn't deny it: "Is it obvious?"

"A little bit, you just stood here for so long, you never took your eyes off." Pressing the button on the coffee machine, Tina said casually, "But it's normal, who wouldn't like him?"

Chen Aowen turned his head to look at Tina for the first time, frowned briefly, and asked, "Are you and him...?"

"Don't get me wrong, you and I don't have the same preferences. We just took classes together when we were freshmen." Amidst the sound of coffee beans being stirred constantly, Tina asked, "Do you want to hear it?"

Song Xuan in the classroom during his freshman year was completely unfamiliar to Chen Aowen,

Moreover, in Chen Aowen's impression, during that time, Song Xuan seemed unable to quickly adapt to the study and life here, and was struggling emotionally, often leaving early and returning late.

So he nodded.

Tina said: "We are taking a public elective class. There are more than 60 students in the lecture hall. I have the impression that because of a public discussion, there was a student... how should I put it? He likes to disparage China."

"I don't remember exactly what he said, but I remember that Song Xuan was the only one who stood up to refute him, and I still remember what Song Xuan said."

"He asked the man if he had read Marxist books, if he had understood the communist program he was criticizing, and if he had traveled to a socialist country to try to see their lives. The man said 'no', and then Song Xuan explain……"

"Without reading relevant books or setting foot in that land, you don't even know what you are against. It can be said that what you are fighting against is just a term given to you by the media. You really feel that your opposition and criticism are Is it powerful?"

Chen Aowen listened silently.

Obviously, he had never seen this scene before, but he felt that Song Xuan's appearance when he spoke appeared in front of his eyes, with a strong momentum and extremely vivid.

"You really don't know how I felt when I heard this sentence. It was so shocking. I have never heard anyone say these words. Later, until the end of class, I was thinking about what Song Xuan said. In the end, I couldn't He won’t admit it, he moved me.” Tina continued, “It’s not just me he talked about, John and Caroline over there too, they are friends who took classes with me. Later, the three of us chose a long vacation, We went to China once together, and when we came back, we had to admit that Song Xuan was right."

Chen Aowen said: "And then you became friends?"

"Well, we took the initiative to find him and wanted to make friends with him." Tina said, "He is really a person with strong inner strength."

Chen Aowen: "Yes."

Being in an environment surrounded by denials, being able to stand up without being influenced by outside voices requires a lot of strength in itself.

Many people can't do it.

When Chen Aowen was a child, he also couldn't do it for a long time. Because of his mixed-race identity, he was temporarily lost in his identity. The way he responded was to build a high wall to prevent others from approaching.

Maybe it's because of this that Chen Aowen likes him so much during the time spent together.

By Song Xuan's side, people can continuously obtain positive energy.

Song Xuan's popularity has always been very good, he can automatically attract many friends to approach him just by standing there.

Who doesn't like him?

After the coffee was made, Tina held it in her hand, and before turning to leave, she added: "I think you can try it."

Chen Aowen asked: "Try what?"

"Try to get closer to him." Tina said, "He seemed to be waiting for you for a long time just now, and he was only happy when you came."

Chen Aowen froze in place.

Is that right?

At this time, the lights in the restaurant were dimmed by two, and a waiter rolled out a cake from a distance, with many lit candles stuck in it.

At seven o'clock in the evening, after drinking for three rounds, it's time to sing birthday songs.

Everyone put down the things in their hands and gathered around the main table.

Song Xuan also walked back, his eyes wandered around the crowd, and when he fixed on Chen Aowen, he walked straight over seemingly casually, and stood beside Chen Aowen.

It's not exactly a central location.

A strange numbness rose in Chen Aowen's heart.

The surrounding lights were completely dimmed, and the candlelight was reflected on Song Xuan's face. Chen Aowen stood beside him and stared at him closely, and sang the birthday song together with the people around him.

Song Xuan clasped his palms together and made a wish. When he closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, like wings in the wind.

Then he opened his eyes and blew out the candles. There was thunderous applause from all around. Chen Aowen and everyone said "Happy Birthday" to Song Xuan in unison.

Is it possible that Song Xuan also likes herself?

During the second half of the dinner, Chen Aowen kept thinking, his heart was ups and downs and erratic.

By the time the show ended, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

After saying goodbye to his friends one by one, Chen Aowen helped Song Xuan walk home with gifts in large and small bags.

After drinking several glasses of plum wine at the dinner table, Song Xuan's entire face was flushed, but his consciousness was still clear, his thoughts and articulation were very clear, and only traces of his drunkenness could be seen from his slightly sloppy footsteps.

After walking along the street for 10 minutes, when we entered the central garden area.

Song Xuan, who was one step behind Chen Aowen, suddenly sobbed in a low voice, then lowered his head and rested his forehead on Chen Aowen's shoulder.

The broken hair on the forehead was a little long, and it rose up as he lowered his head, and fell on Chen Aowen's neck, prickly and itchy.

Chen Aowen wanted to reach out to touch Song Xuan's face, but with several gift bags in his hand, he was powerless, and finally his fingers only landed on Song Xuan's shoulder.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Xuan shook his head, his forehead rolled back and forth on Chen Aowen's back.

"It's just my face is hot and I feel dizzy."

Taking a deep breath, Song Xuan moved away from the position of the shoulder blades on his back, rested his chin on Chen Aowen's shoulder, and said in a soft voice: "Let's go, go home first."

The sweet aroma of wine fell on Chen Aowen's ear as Song Xuan spoke, mixed with Song Xuan's unique breath, Chen Aowen felt that his body was about to burn, and he endured it again and again, and then he adjusted his mood and slowly Go in the direction of home.

Song Xuan just half leaned on Chen Aowen and entered the house.

After falling into the lock, Chen Aowen noticed that the head on his shoulder showed no signs of leaving. He put the gift bag on the counter and finally held Song Xuan's face with his hands free.

His cheeks were warm and soft, falling from his shoulders to Chen Aowen's palms, Chen Aowen finally had time to turn around.

Song Xuan, who was slightly drunk, was obedient and confused, his eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and only his lips were especially bright red.

After looking at it twice, Chen Aowen swallowed impatiently, and asked, "Do you want to open these presents now?"

Song Xuan glanced and shook his head: "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

When he was speaking, Song Xuan's body was still soft, Chen Aowen hesitated for a moment, and tried to reach out a hand to hug Song Xuan's waist, and as soon as he touched it, he leaned over.

Almost like a child.

Chen Aowen enjoyed it, and let Song Xuan rest his head on his body.

The smell of wine was steaming, creating an atmosphere of infinite ambiguity.

Chen Aowen didn't drink, but he felt that his soul was completely immersed in the wine storehouse.

After hugging for a while, Chen Aowen asked softly: "Then sit on the sofa for a while?"

Song Xuan nodded: "Yes."

Backing all the way, Chen Aowen hugged Song Xuan onto the sofa, and the two of them fell back and forward at the same time.

Fell down on the sofa, the two of them were speechless for a moment, the silent air spread, Chen Aowen lowered his head, and saw Song Xuan who was leaning on his chest with his eyes open, staring at a certain place to let go. Thinking about something, hesitating, Chen Aowen raised his palm and stroked Song Xuan's back lightly.

Because of his action, Song Xuan raised his head.

Song Xuan's eyes are round, plump, with black and big pupils. Although Song Xuan praised Chen Aowen's eyes as beautiful, in fact, Song Xuan's eyes are really beautiful, energetic and bright.

At this moment, his eyes are slightly narrowed, as if covered with a layer of water mist, but there is a hint of desire in addition to innocence.

After Song Xuan glanced at Chen Aowen, he closed his eyes and found a comfortable position to lean on, his cheeks flushed.

He is like this, can't help but make people want to do something.

As if losing his soul, Chen Aowen's hand slid from top to bottom on Song Xuan's back, stopped at his waist and moved away, hanging in the air, wanting to hold Song Xuan's face.

The Adam's apple was rolling, Chen Aowen stared at the corner of Song Xuan's moist lips, and slowly moved his head down.

Song Xuan's eyes were always closed, as if he didn't notice anything.

Until Chen Aowen's hand touched Song Xuan's face first, and the cold fingertips met the hot skin, Song Xuan snorted from the cold, turned his head to the other side, and called Chen Aowen back. sanity.

What is he doing?

Chen Aowen took a deep breath and raised his head.

Song Xuan closed his eyes and leaned on his arms trustingly, but he wanted to kiss him when he was not prepared?

Chen Aowen was blaming himself, but Song Xuan opened his eyes.

Even though they had just evacuated, they were still very close now.

So close, as long as Song Xuan moves up a little, the tip of his nose can touch Chen Aowen's chin.

After opening his eyes, Song Xuan didn't move, and glanced at Chen Aowen's hand: "It's so cold, why are you touching my face?"

"You..." Chen Aowen couldn't think of an excuse, and answered the wrong question, "Your face is very red."

"Oh." Song Xuan stared at Chen Aowen blankly, "Your ears are also very red."

Chen Aowen touched his earlobe, it was warm.

"is it?"

"Hmm." Pushing his hands on the sofa next to him, Song Xuan sat up from Chen Aowen's lap, turned over and leaned back on the sofa, "When you are nervous, your ears are always red."

Chen Aowen felt that his ears became more and more feverish, but his voice was still clear and cold: "How do you know?"

"I... just know." Song Xuan said confidently, "I've seen it several times."

Then the surroundings fell silent again.

After a while, Song Xuan regained consciousness, stood up and walked towards the pile of presents he received.

Chen Aowen thought he had changed his mind and wanted to unwrap the presents now, but Song Xuan picked up one and put it down, picking and choosing, it seemed that he was not unpacking, but looking for something.

Chen Aowen walked to him: "What do you want to find?"

Song Xuan: "Looking for the gift you gave me."

Chen Aowen accurately grabbed a dark blue bag from the pile of gifts and handed it to Song Xuan, saying, "This."

Song Xuan just hugged the gift bag and sat back on the sofa.

The packaging was not complicated. Chen Aowen's gift was tall and narrow, and it was placed in a cube-shaped thick cardboard box. Song Xuan asked while unpacking it, "What is this? Music box?"

Chen Aowen didn't answer, just said: "You will know it after reading it."

The last layer of packaging was opened to reveal the glass sphere inside, but as Chen Aowen said, this is not a music box.

Song Xuan: "This is... a lamp?"

Chen Aowen nodded: "Well, it's a lamp."

The battery was installed in the lamp in advance, and Chen Aowen pressed the switch button at the bottom of the wooden box. Suddenly, a firework appeared in the glass sphere out of thin air.

Various colors of light are intertwined, yellow mist is like a waterfall, purple thread is like silk, the brightest fireworks at the top are soaring into the sky, but the tail of the fireworks is hazy and misty, falling like drizzle.

A different world is separated by thick glass, and inside the sphere is a grand fireworks show.

"I remember during the Chinese New Year, you said you wanted to buy fireworks." Chen Aowen said, "So I want to give you this."

That day, Chen Aowen discovered that Song Xuan seemed to like such gorgeous things, but after the fireworks disappeared, when the night suddenly fell silent, he would feel a little lost again.

Chen Aowen said: "Put this by your side, as long as you think, the fireworks will always bloom for you."

Song Xuan looked at Chen Aowen, his eyes moved slightly, and Chen Aowen said again: "Happy birthday."

Holding the firework glass ball in his arms, Song Xuan drew circles on the glass surface with his fingertips: "Didn't I already say that when I was eating?"

Chen Aowen: "I said it with everyone that time, and now I want to say it personally this time."

When the blessings are spoken by everyone, no matter how sincere his voice is, he will be drowned out, and he will become just one of them who came to celebrate.

But he wanted to be unique.

Song Xuan held the glass ball with his ten fingers, his eyes were burning, and he didn't know if it was the light reflected from the fireworks, or he was really emotional.

Chen Aowen: "Do you like this gift?"

Song Xuan nodded: "Yes, I like it."

Chen Aowen: "Do you want to put it away, or put it in the room?"

Song Xuan: "Put it in the room, just by the bed."

Chen Aowen said "um", and reached out to collect the opened paper box on the table, intending to throw it away, but Song Xuan suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him: "Wait a minute, I have a question for you."

Chen Aowen turned to look at him, but Song Xuan avoided his eyes: "I want to ask you about last semester...it was your birthday, I remember you sat in the living room with a bag on your back at noon?"

Seeing Chen Aowen nodded for confirmation, Song Xuan continued to ask: "Can you tell me, who were you waiting for that day?"

I don't know why Song Xuan asked this suddenly, but Chen Aowen paused before replying, "Wait for my mother."

Obviously an unexpected answer.

Song Xuan became sober in an instant: "Your mother? But then..."

"Well, she didn't come." Chen Aowen's tone was flat, "She was supposed to come to celebrate my 20th birthday."

The whole story is actually simple.

On the day of Chen Aowen's birthday, his mother originally booked a plane ticket to come to North Carolina, but when she was about to leave, the laboratory she was in charge of made a breakthrough in the latest observation.

It was a very coincidental coincidence, but this discovery was very important to Chen Aowen's mother, and it was her painstaking efforts for many years.

On one side is the birthday of a child who is far away in the ocean.

On the one hand, she is at her fingertips, a career she has dedicated half her life to, and there is almost no struggle, she chooses to go to the laboratory.

Song Xuan asked, "What about your father?"

Chen Aowen: "He too, because of work, he told me early in the morning that he couldn't come."

Engaging in aerospace requires continuous dedication and energy, and the end of the year is always critical for them, and they cannot leave.

"Later, my father heard that my mother didn't come over, so he called me the next day to comfort me." Chen Aowen said helplessly, "Actually, I'm already used to it."

Chen Aowen knew that every time he witnessed his parents face life choices since childhood, both of them were chasing the stars in the sky.For them, their career always comes first, then their lover, and then him.

Otherwise, his mother would not have chosen to return to Paris for her own career when Chen Aowen was 15 years old.

Song Xuan looked at Chen Aowen fixedly, and murmured: "It was like this in those two days..."

His previous doubts and entanglements were completely unreasonable. The person Chen Aowen liked was indeed himself.

It was supposed to be enlightened, but Song Xuan felt very distressed.

How can we calmly say the word "habit"?Song Xuan's parents were not around since he was a child. He always faced the deserted and empty home alone during the holidays. The sound of firecrackers outside the house and the reunion did not belong to him. and understanding.

In fact, there must be some unhappy ones. Song Xuan remembered that Chen Aowen, who received the call that day, returned to the room and fixed himself at the desk for a whole afternoon.

Song Xuan suddenly wanted to hug Chen Aowen.

And he did.

The alcohol made Song Xuan act bolder than usual.

Sitting closer to Chen Aowen's direction, Song Xuan wrapped his arms around Chen Aowen's neck, put his palms on the back of his head, and let him rest on his shoulders, just like he did to Chen Aowen just now.

The sudden approach brought him a shock, and after being hugged gently, Chen Aowen froze.

It wasn't the first time they had hugged, but this time it wasn't a reassurance and a cry for help after the horror, and neither one was slacking off or falling asleep.

Both are sober.

Chen Aowen closed his eyes, and slowly wrapped his arms around Song Xuan's back.

Hugging Song Xuan back, smelling the smell in his hair, and feeling the other person's emotions carefully, Chen Aowen continued after a while: "I'm really used to it."

"The last birthday was actually nothing. The one that impressed me the most was when I was seven years old. We lived in Xi'an at that time, and there was a playground a little far away from home. I heard from my elementary school classmates that the playground There’s a carousel, and staff dressed as dolls in heavy clothes who give balloons to children.”

"I've always wanted to go there. Originally, my mother promised to take me there on Easter that year, but it still didn't happen. The next year we moved to Nanjing, so there was no chance."

After Chen Aowen finished speaking, he felt that Song Xuan hugged himself harder, as if he firmly believed that strength could be transmitted through hugging.

Song Xuan's voice immediately appeared behind his ears: "Stop talking, it sounds so miserable."

Chen Aowen felt the strength of the hug, but the corner of his mouth inevitably evoked a successful and proud arc.

He patted Song Xuan on the back: "You won't cry, will you?"

The author has something to say: there might be another chapter?But it's likely to be late

ps, so speechless, Jinjiang actually limited the number of people in the lottery, looking down on our low collection?I originally wanted to set up 200 people...

After the lottery, I will randomly check the comments and send out red envelopes~