I want this sand sculpture

It's rush hour right now, and the bus is crowded with people.Song Qichen grabbed the pull ring, lowered his head and closed his eyes, listening to Du Yan beside him looking for something to say.

"Old Song," Du Yan touched Song Qichen's leg with his foot, "Is there anything interesting in the west of the city?"

"No." Song Qichen yawned.

"I went to see a lake last time, and it was quite beautiful." Du Yan said, not caring about Song Qichen's reply at all.

"Ah, yes." Song Qichen closed his eyes.

"I heard that you used to be in No. [-] Middle School?" Du Yan suddenly changed the subject.

"Ah."

"Why did you change schools suddenly?" Du Yan asked.

"..." Song Qichen was annoyed by his question, raised his eyes to look at Du Yan, and said nothing.

"What were you doing lying on the side of the road that day?" Du Yan continued to ask.

Song Qichen clicked his tongue and said, "Du Yan."

"Ah?" Du Yan looked at him.

"Shut up." Song Qichen raised his right hand and made a zipper movement around his mouth.

"..."

Du Yan could see that Song Qichen was not in a good mood, so he didn't mention his transfer to another school, just talked about some miscellaneous things, and didn't care about Song Qichen's extremely perfunctory response.

This car is too stuffy, he just wants to talk, just want to have a little voice.

Du Yan didn't like the dull atmosphere, it was too oppressive to hold back.

But it's tiring to talk like that.

Du Yan looked at Song Qichen's shaky figure, stretched out his hand and pulled him to lean against him.

Song Qichen was a little shorter than Du Yan, and his shoulder hit Du Yan's collarbone.

"Damn?" Song Qichen looked back at him, because the tip of his nose almost bumped into each other because he was too close, he quickly backed away so as not to be cheek to cheek with Du Yan.

Du Yan didn't speak, and pressed him back on his shoulder again.

"What are you doing?" Song Qichen didn't hide any more, and leaned back directly, with most of his weight on him.

It's quite comfortable to lean on something, not to rely on nothing.

"Go to sleep," Du Yan said, with a low voice, "I'll call you when we arrive."

"En." Song Qichen responded.

Du Yan looked different from usual, whether it was looking for something to say or his actions just now.Song Qichen recalled the news Du Yan received when the meeting ended on Monday morning, and he still had a strange attitude.

To be honest, Du Yan's disguise was very good, and he was still in that ostentatious, active and carefree state, and there was nothing wrong with it at all.

So much so that Song Qichen didn't find a chance to mention this matter for a week.

But he didn't want to talk about it, so it's not easy for him to ask again.

The car body swayed, and behind him was a reassuring, steady and powerful heartbeat.

Song Qichen was in a daze for a moment, and sleepiness gradually crept up.

Who cares, the dog's life is important, sleep.

Du Yan could hear Song Qichen's breathing in the crowded crowd, he lowered his eyelids to look at Song Qichen's peaceful sleeping face, put his outer hand on the back of the seat in front, and circled a small space for others to bump into. less than them.

Song Qichen looked much better when he was asleep than when he was awake.

There will be no indifference and alienation in the eyes that make everyone uncomfortable, and there will be no violent temper that is reckless when you say it, and you will have spikes all over your body.

Du Yan smiled, remembering when he was picked up by the side of the road, he didn't know that this man had such good teeth.

Gee.

Du Yan shook his head and turned his face out of the window.

In fact, there is nothing to see in the scenery. They are all similar buildings and trees that look the same.

Du Yan received a message from Du Qingqing in the morning.

Her Majesty the Queen: Dad called just now and said he was going home today, at seven o'clock in the evening, brother, are you coming back?

-...

-not going back

After sending the message, he turned off the phone, stretched his legs and stared at the blackboard in a daze.

Dad really asked Du Qingqing to call him.

Where are you going tonight?

Du Yan clicked his tongue irritably, touched the lighter in his pocket, stood up and left the classroom, wanting to go to the rooftop to smoke a cigarette, when he passed Class [-] and saw the boy sleeping on the table, he suddenly stopped.

He stood for a while and looked at Song Qichen's back curled up in his seat. He was thin, but not thin.

Hitting still hurts.

Du Yan twitched his lips, suddenly wanted to eat pie, and suddenly wanted to go to the west of the city.

In fact, it doesn't have to be in the west of the city, and it doesn't have to be pies, he just wants to leave, for a while.

Being able to stay away from my father, away from my family, and go out for some fresh air.

Du Yan is a person with strong self-regulation ability, at least on the surface it seems to be so.

He looked out the window, but he couldn't tell what he saw, and his brain was gradually withdrawn from the chaotic thoughts.

Song Qichen's hair beside his face made him itchy.

"Hey, wake up," Du Yan pushed Song Qichen, "It's here."

"Ah..." Song Qichen opened his eyes and yawned unsatisfactorily, "Let's go."

After speaking, he straightened up and walked towards the back door to get out of the car. After walking two steps, he found that a certain elementary school student who was out for an outing hadn't followed.He looked back and found that Du Yan was still standing there in the same posture as before.

"Where are you standing as a sculpture?" Song Qichen said a little funny.

"You may not believe it when you say it," Du Yan pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty, "I was tapped..."

"Huh?" Song Qichen looked at him with folded arms, "Who ordered?"

"Who else could it be?" Du Yan roared, "You! Fuck, come here and give me a hand, I can't move anymore!"

"Tsk." Song Qichen smiled, walked over and put the old man's arm on his shoulder.

"Hey, slow down! It's numb!" Du Yan shouted.

"Hold it!" Song Qichen glanced at him, dragging and dragging him out of the car, ignoring Du Yan's screaming.

"No conscience! Don't even look at who I'm doing it for," Du Yan stood on the side of the road rubbing his arms and stretching his legs, staring at Song Qichen, "You white-eyed wolf!"

"Heh." The white-eyed wolf smiled contemptuously.

"..."

"What do you want to eat?" Song Qichen asked as he walked.

In fact, there is nothing delicious in the west of the city, most of them are ordinary restaurants.Song Qichen and Du Yan walked side by side on the narrow concrete road, with low old buildings beside them, and the westward sun made their shadows very long.

On the side of the road, there was an old man who set up a table under the tree to play chess, and the aunts and aunts who brought their grandchildren out to buy soy sauce chatted in a circle, and the children screamed and chased each other.

Exuding a strong breath of life.

"Huh?" Du Yan looked left and right with great interest, and he quite liked such a small street full of fireworks, "Don't you eat pie? The one opposite No. [-] Middle School."

"Tsk," Song Qichen said, "You came all this way just for a pie?"

"No, I only know that there are pies." Du Yan turned his head to look at him, "It's quite delicious. Du Qingqing always wanted me to come and buy them for her."

"Your sister?" Song Qichen asked.

"Ah," Du Yan was stunned, "Yes, my sister."

Song Qichen smiled, "Let's eat barbecue, I invite you."

"Oh, Boss Song is so generous." Du Yan whistled, put his hands on Song Qichen's shoulders and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"You'd better keep your hands away." Song Qichen stared at Du Yan and issued a warning.

"What can I do if I don't take you?" Du Yan said, tightening his arms again.

Song Qichen looked at him for a while, didn't speak, and silently raised his elbow and punched him sideways.

"Damn it," Du Yan let go of his hand, covered his stomach in pain and bent down: "Are you so fucking ruthless?"

Song Qichen took a few steps forward and stopped, turned around to look at him, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Huh?"

"I'll beat you down sooner or later." Du Yan gritted his teeth viciously.

"Come on," Song Qichen raised his eyebrows with an arrogant expression, "I'll wait."

Du Yan sat in front of the small square table, dragging his chin to watch Song Qichen running back and forth to pick up the barbecue.

This barbecue shop is doing very well. There were no more seats in the shop after six o'clock. The boss set up a few square tables, a few stools, and a few lamps in the open space outside.Due to the booming business, there was not enough staff in the store, so they had to order food and go get it by themselves. Du Yan felt that eating like this was quite artistic.

"Drink?" Du Yan asked.

Song Qichen just put down the grill bar from his hand, and squinted at him, "Just the two of us?"

"Ah." Du Yan nodded.

"Drink fart." Song Qichen rejected him coldly.

"Oh no," Du Yan laughed, "Why don't you have any fun at all?"

Song Qichen didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows to signal him to continue.

"Look at this environment. The moon is dark and the wind is high. Our two brothers sit here calmly. You tell me your sincere apology to me, and I express my magnanimity," Du Yan said. Can't we have a drink while we're at it?"

"Let me correct you on two points." Song Qichen's expression was a bit indescribable, "First, I don't apologize to you at all."

"No conscience." Du Yan said, picked up a skewer of mutton and took a bite.

"Second, it's not dark yet." Song Qichen turned around and left after speaking.

In the end, I went to ask the boss for a few bottles of beer.

Du Yan looked at Song Qichen's back holding the wine, and raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously.

This person is kind of cute.

Then he bit his own tongue.

"Are you cramping?" Song Qichen came back with a drink and saw Du Yan whose facial muscles were twitching and grinning.

"Bah!" Du Yan glared at him, "Will you be able to speak? How can my handsome face have cramps!"

"..." Song Qichen was speechless for a while, put the wine by his feet and sat down.

"I'll see." Du Yan paused, took a bite of his meat and said while chewing, "You're quite an interesting person."

"..." Song Qichen picked up the cup and poured wine for the two of them, thinking that I was not very happy to hear that.

"Really, you looked very unreasonable at first." Du Yan said.

"What about now?" Song Qichen asked, taking a sip of beer from his glass.

"Now?" Du Yan swallowed the meat, and suddenly stared, "You still ask? You are even more unkind now than before!"

Song Qichen stared at Du Yan for a while, and then burst out laughing.

Du Yan didn't put on any airs anymore, and laughed with him.

After dinner, it was completely dark, Du Yan and Song Qichen walked along the old street, the wind was a bit chilly at night, the two of them didn't feel cold after drinking some wine, they chatted for a while.

"How did you go back?" Song Qichen asked.

"Me?" Du Yan crossed his arms behind his head, "I'm not going back."

"Oh," Song Qichen nodded, "OK."

"You don't care about where I sleep?" Du Yan asked.

"There are so many hotels, why can't you find a place to sleep?" Song Qichen glanced at him.

"Fuck," Du Yan laughed, "You don't want to be a landlord?"

"Why do I..." Song Qichen suddenly fell silent in the middle of speaking.

"Huh?" Du Yan found that Song Qichen hadn't followed, turned his head and wanted to call him, but saw Song Qichen stopped in place, staring straight ahead, his hands clenched into fists.

He followed Song Qichen's gaze and saw a short and thin boy standing not far from them, with plaster casts on his right leg and arm.

Du Yan recognized it as the one he met in the hospital last time.

He squinted his eyes, took two steps back, and stood beside Song Qichen.

The people around me trembled a little, very lightly.

"Brother Chen." The boy said, just like last time, his voice fell silent after calling his name.

Du Yan felt Song Qichen tremble twice.

After a few seconds, Song Qichen said slowly, "Ah, you've been discharged from the hospital."

The voice is a little hoarse.

"Well," the boy nodded, and smiled at him with the corners of his mouth pulled up, "I can go back to school in a few weeks."

"That's fine, that's fine," Song Qichen paused, and took a deep breath, "I'm leaving first, you...be careful."

After speaking, he pulled Du Yan to turn around in the opposite direction and left.

Song Qichen's fingers were icy, and he grasped them tightly. Du Yan frowned and said nothing.

"Brother Chen, wait!" The boy yelled, as if he wanted to catch up, but Song Qichen walked too fast and his legs were inconvenient, so he still couldn't catch up in the end.

"Hey..." After walking for more than ten minutes, Du Yan saw that there was not even a ghost behind him, let alone a person, and wanted to tell Song Qichen to stop.

Song Qichen didn't look back, but continued to walk forward, "Don't ask."

"No," Du Yan said, "It hurts a little from you pulling me."

Song Qichen stopped, stared back at him for a while, and then slowly let go.

Du Yan retracted his arm and rubbed it, then stretched out the other arm to Song Qichen, "Grab this, switch to the other side, I can't bear to keep grabbing one side."

"Fuck," Song Qichen laughed, "Get lost."

"Really not to catch?" Du Yan asked.

"No arrest." Song Qichen was very firm.

"All right," Du Yan put his hands in his trouser pockets, "Go for a walk by that lake?"

"Yeah." Song Qichen nodded.

Song Qichen pursed his lips and walked along the path by the lake, with a gloomy expression on his face, Du Yan followed behind him without saying anything.

After walking for a while, Song Qichen stopped, lowered his head, "Du Yan."

He called out, his voice low.

"Huh?" Du Yan also stopped.

"Have you..." Song Qichen paused, as if he was thinking about how to speak, "When...were powerless?"