After accidentally kissing a roommate

It took a day and a half to sort out all the luggage. Most of the clothes and items sealed in cardboard boxes were mailed to California. Song Xuan and Chen Aowen handed over the keys and left a lot easier. Each of them only brought one suitcase.

It was a sunny day when we set off for California. There were white clouds in the blue sky. With the breeze blowing by, the bright sun fell on the ground and it was semi-dark.

The four seasons in the central garden are always the same, just like when you come here.

The small items in the house have been emptied, only the furniture, tables and chairs purchased by the landlord and placed indoors are left. The tabletops are clean and unobstructed.

Song Xuan and Chen Aowen cleaned the place the day before, and it was very clean. Song Xuan pulled his luggage and stood at the entrance. Looking back at this empty house, it seemed that he had returned to the first day when he entered here in an instant. It was as if they had never been here before, only the breath of the two of them living here remained in the air.

Song Xuan knew very well that leaving North Carolina this time was almost a farewell, and even if he had the opportunity to come back in the future, he would just take a quick glimpse as a tourist.

Before today, Song Xuan seldom had the experience of leaving a place forever. When he came here to study and left home four years ago, he was not reluctant, because he knew that he would always go home in the end.

It's different here.

Compared with Song Xuan's nostalgic emotions, Chen Aowen has long been used to changing the city of residence when he was growing up. The place where he lives is not important, but the talents who stay by his side are important.

Chen Aowen stood behind Song Xuan and asked, "Are you reluctant?"

"I've lived here for four years, so it's impossible to say that I won't miss it." Song Xuan's eyes slowly swept around, where many firsts in his life were held, "The first time I left home to go to school, the first time I did it. Doing chores, getting your first Christmas present, even having your first love here..."

Chen Aowen listened silently. When he heard Song Xuan's last word, he subconsciously felt a little strange. Before he could think about it, Song Xuan came to his senses first, turned his head and smiled slyly, pinched Chen Aowen's face and said: "Still Had a first boyfriend."

Chen Aowen finally knew what was wrong, immediately frowned, and raised his hand to hold Song Xuan's hand: "The first term?"

Song Xuan chuckled, the fingers pinching each other's cheeks didn't loosen, but tugged lightly: "That's right, it's the first..."

The fingertips clasped around Song Xuan's wrist tightened, just as Chen Aowen's other hand let go of the luggage bar, clasped Song Xuan's neck and hooked towards him, Song Xuan stretched out his hand and hugged the person in front of him, Fu Er smiled and said: "Don't worry, it's also the last term, okay?"

Chen Aowen stood, and hugged the person hanging on his body after two seconds: "Don't coax me."

Song Xuan: "I didn't coax you."

Chen Aowen: "The tone of your speech sounds like you are coaxing people."

It may be because his mother once coaxed him when he was a child, saying that he would have many opportunities to go to the amusement park in the future, but he lost his faith. Chen Aowen didn't like others to coax him, but it was strange, but what Song Xuan said made Chen Aowen Bunraku was among them, and even the words she complained sounded like coquettishness.

Chen Aowen thought, maybe it was because Song Xuan could feel his firmness all the time, and he gained enough sense of security from Song Xuan.

He could clearly tell which of Song Xuan's words was sincere and which was a joke.Hugging the person in front of me now is like hugging the entire universe that will never leave me.

Song Xuan's arm was still hooked around Chen Aowen's neck, he leaned his face close to Chen Aowen's cheek, and said: "I didn't coax you, I only like you. You will be my first and last A boyfriend."

Chen Aowen buried his head in the socket of his shoulder, smelling the smell of Song Xuan: "Yes."

The flight to California departed on time at [-]:[-] pm and arrived at the airport in Los Angeles two hours later.

After picking up the luggage and leaving the airport, Chen Aowen hailed a car and Song Xuan went directly to the new residence. His junior high school classmate Qiao Ping had sent the specific address in advance.

Off the coast of California, the apartment Qiaoping sublet to them is located in a high-rise building with a view of the sea.

The building is in good condition and facilities, with an apartment on its own ground floor.

Song Xuan and Chen Aowen dragged their luggage to the twelfth floor. After the elevator door opened, they didn't need to identify it. They walked directly to the only door on this floor. The bell, the person behind the door quickly opened the door as if there was a sense.

Qiao Ping, the former tenant of the apartment, stood behind the door.

Song Xuan had only seen the dialogue between Chen Aowen and Qiao Ping before, but had never seen Qiao Ping, so after the door opened, Song Xuan saw the other person's appearance clearly, and his first reaction was to be taken aback.

This stunned because the other party's appearance was beyond Song Xuan's expectation, it was a delicate and stunning appearance.

The outline is three-dimensional and the eyebrows are picturesque.

Like Chen Aowen, he has a thick face with deep eyebrows and eyes, but different from Chen Aowen's calm and restrained temperament, Qiao Ping is more unrestrained and shows his sharpness. When he is not smiling, he is quite noble. Affectionate, but not frivolous.

He also feels the same way when he speaks. His tone is light and joking, and he can quickly get closer to people, but he won't make people feel offensive: "Oh, you came here very fast. I just heard the sound of an elevator in the room. Come out It's really you guys."

Chen Aowen: "Well, I came directly after getting off the plane."

Qiao Ping took two steps back: "Come in."

Song Xuan was carrying the luggage in his hand, and when Qiao Ping turned around, he leaned over to Chen Aowen's side: "I didn't expect that your classmate is quite handsome, why didn't you mention it before."

Chen Aowen raised his hand to pick up the luggage pole and paused slightly: "Really?"

Song Xuan didn't notice anything, and still thought to himself: "Yes, you are in the same class? The average appearance of this class depends on you two, right? Or you are in an international school in junior high school, and he is also of mixed race? It feels like this Maung will be able to debut directly after returning to China.”

Chen Aowen listened, lowered his eyes and blinked at a high frequency.

Song Xuan also praised Chen Aowen, but he only mentioned specific descriptions such as "three-dimensional facial features", "long eyelashes", and "beautiful eyes", and never said anything like "can debut directly".

Not once.

Chen Aowen's throat tightened: "Then you like it?"

He actually asked him three questions in a row.

Song Xuan finally sensed Chen Aowen's jealousy from this eccentric sentence, plus he just made a joke about "the first boyfriend" five hours ago, Song Xuan quickly said: "No, I don't like it, Qiao Ping You are handsome, but you look romantic, I only like you like this."

Hearing this, Chen Aowen let out a soft "hum" from his nasal cavity.

Song Xuan: "..."

Qiao Ping, who was in front of her, probably heard her own name, and turned her head sensitively: "You call me?"

Before Song Xuan could speak, Chen Aowen replied first: "Well, he said you are handsome."

The last word is squeezed out.

After hearing this compliment, Qiao Ping replied stinkingly: "Well, I know, you are very discerning."

Song Xuan: "..."

After this accusation, Qiao Ping's eyes officially fell on Song Xuan for the first time. Before that, he simply nodded to Song Xuan when he opened the door.

Qiao Ping asked Chen Aowen: "So, this is Song Xuan? Your boyfriend?"

Song Xuan: "..."

As expected of a junior high school classmate, his tone really sounded like the way male classmates teased each other in junior high school.

Chen Aowen had informed Qiao Ping a long time ago that he was renting together, and he also did not conceal the relationship between Song Xuan and him - two big men lived together in a one-bedroom apartment, and it goes without saying that most of them can be guessed.

And Song Xuan had seen their chat records, so he also knew that Qiao Ping had heard about him. Hearing his question, he nodded and held Chen Aowen's hand: "Yes, his boyfriend."

Chen Aowen was listening, the corners of his mouth finally turned up.

Qiao Ping muttered, "Sprinkle dog food", then turned and walked to the center of the living room.

"Okay, let's take a look first. This is the living room, there is the bedroom, there is a cloakroom inside, and the dining room is connected to the kitchen on the left, but the kitchen is empty. I haven't used it here for several years. There is a study room around the corner, and the landlord put a sofa bed in it, and he intended that two people could live there, but you... probably don't need it. "

Qiao Ping pointed to the two sides with his left and right hands, and gave them a brief introduction to the layout of the room in an orderly manner.

"Would you like to see it again?"

A rough look at this apartment shows that the real thing does not deviate from the previous picture. The main color of the decoration is elegant and pure, and the furniture is extremely bright and warm, which is artistic and harmonious.

Chen Aowen looked at Song Xuan and asked his opinion. Song Xuan thought for a while: "I think it's pretty good here, but the photos I received before didn't take pictures of the cloakroom. Go and have a look? If it's too small, I have to add another cabinet. "

They have a lot of clothes for the two seasons. When they were in North Carolina, they had a big wardrobe for each of them. Now they are two in one, and the size of the cloakroom is very important.

Qiao Ping bowed her head and typed on her mobile phone.

He probably really has something urgent to go back to China. Next to the sofa is his suitcase. He looks like he will leave immediately after handing over the room today. He didn't get up when he heard what Song Xuan said. In the bedroom, I won't follow you, you can do whatever you want."

So Song Xuan and Chen Aowen entered the bedroom.

This bedroom is very big. Song Xuan thought that the one he lived in in North Carolina was already considered luxurious, but he didn't expect this one to be even bigger. It is connected to the balcony outside the house and has a sweeping view of the sea.

The size of the cloakroom leading to the side of the bedroom is also not small. It is roughly estimated to be more than ten square meters, which is equivalent to a bedroom.

Song Xuan was very satisfied with this: "It's better than I imagined, and it's better than the ones I found on the website before."

Chen Aowen nodded: "Then live here, I'll go out and talk to Qiao Ping later."

Song Xuan wanted to go out of the cloakroom with a "hmm" but just as he took a step, he was stopped by Chen Aowen, who put his arms around his waist and pushed into the depths of the cloakroom, and stopped only when Song Xuan's back touched a corner of the shoe cabinet.

Chen Aowen's eyes stared straight at Song Xuan, but he didn't move for a long time, just maintaining such a closed posture, Song Xuan leaned against the shoe cabinet, and swallowed nervously: "What are you doing?"

Song Xuan originally thought that Chen Aowen might reconfirm the topic of "first boyfriend" that he talked about when he was in North Carolina, or discuss in depth how much Qiao Ping is in Song Xuan's heart. handsome.

But unexpectedly, Chen Aowen just said frankly: "I was a little jealous just now."

Song Xuan's heart was suddenly hit by this grievance tone, and he became soft. He put his hands on Chen Aowen's face: "I can feel it, but I just think he looks good. I don't like him like that." Yes, I only like you."

Chen Aowen nodded, then continued to stare at Song Xuan, his eyes swept over his lips from time to time, but he didn't move.

Song Xuan couldn't bear it anymore, and leaned forward to find Chen Aowen's lips. As soon as the two met, Chen Aowen used both arms to hug Song Xuan and sat on the shoe cabinet behind him.

The people sitting kept rubbing against Chen Aowen. They hid from Qiao Ping outside the house, hugging and kissing in corners where no one cared, with the excitement of being discovered at any time.

The author has something to say: Qiao Ping will have his own separate book in the future. His character has not been settled before, but now it is confirmed.

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