I want this sand sculpture

"Well, I know." Du Yan said.

"You know?" Song Qichen turned to look at him.

"No one who has been beaten like that would react like that when he sees the person who beat him, right?" Du Yan was still holding a straw in his mouth.

"Fuck," Song Qichen smiled, "That's right."

"Why do you keep avoiding him?" Du Yan asked.

"I must have ghosts in my heart." Song Qichen said.

He took a deep breath, put his arms under his head on the pillow, and opened up the unpleasant subject.

Meng Fan was originally a grade higher than Song Qichen, but he was suddenly repeated to his class less than half a semester into the semester.

Song Qichen only thought this person was very strange at that time, he hadn't seen him speak much, he was thin and weak, and when others talked to him, he would shake a few times, and would ask for leave every now and then.

But he didn't bother to ask.

Until one day, Song Qichen came home from school at night, and in the alley next to No. [-] Middle School, he heard Meng Fan's crying voice, "I really have no money, please, let me go..."

Then there were a few muffled sounds and some familiar curses.

Song Qichen was stunned, Wu Hao.

Gee.

Song Qichen didn't want to care about this matter, the general principle he followed was that if he didn't find trouble, he wouldn't find trouble, and the complexity of the matter involving Wu Ritian had to be raised three grades.

He took a few steps and heard a voice behind him.

"No money? How can you have no money if your mother is so rich? Your mother doesn't care about you?" Wu Hao snorted, "There are mother-born and no mother-raised things."

Song Qichen paused, these words suddenly pressed a certain switch in him.

Fuck your mother-in-law and mother-in-law.

Fuck|Your uncle.

Song Qichen clenched his fist, turned his head and rushed in.

He knew that this matter had nothing to do with him, and Wu Ritian's interference would only make him trouble him even more, but temper is a thing, if you can control it, it's not called temper.

Song Qichen thought that he didn't have any noble character of jealousy, he was simply unhappy.

Very upset.

When they saw Song Qichen approaching with a dark face, Wu Hao and Meng Fan were both stunned.Wu Hao was the first to react, he whistled, with a not-so-friendly smile on his face, "Yo, you still have Song Xueba as your backer?"

Although Wu Hao said this to Meng Fan, his eyes were fixed on Song Qichen, with an obvious sense of warning.

Meng Fan didn't dare to speak.

Song Qichen ignored him, and his remaining rationality made him choose the latter between "beat Wu Ritian violently" and "take that bastard Meng away".

He walked between the two of them, grabbed Meng Fan who was on the ground, and dragged him out with a dark face.

"You want to take care of this matter?" Wu Hao stopped him and said viciously, "Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Song Qichen glanced at him, said nothing, dragged Meng Fan around him and walked out.

Song Qichen dragged people around and didn't know where to go, so he simply went back to the school and walked to a place where there were no people behind the first floor before letting Meng Fan go.

Along the way, Meng Fan trembled and didn't speak, Song Qichen didn't bother to speak, he was extremely irritable now.

"You...don't hit me..." Meng Fan suddenly squatted down and grabbed Song Qichen's clothes, "I really have no money..."

Song Qichen was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he looked like he was about to hit someone.

"You fucking..." Song Qichen paused, "Are you an idiot?"

Meng Fan trembled, and grabbed the hem of his clothes without letting go.

"You just sit there and let him beat you?" Song Qichen pulled his hand away irritably, "Aren't you going to fight back?"

"I..." Meng Fan cried a little, "He will kill me, they..."

"Tsk." Song Qichen didn't know what to say.

"Brother Chen," Meng Fan hugged his knees and sat on the ground, "Leave me alone, I'll just find a way to give him money, thank you today, I..."

"Do you think I can get rid of the relationship now?" Song Qichen interrupted him, and threw him a word with a cold face, "Come to me if you need anything."

Meng Fan sat there in a daze, and before he had time to speak, he saw the deserted back of the young man leaving.

Song Qichen was afraid that if he heard Meng Fan say something again, he would not be able to help kicking him up.

It's fucking frustrating.

Song Qichen did what he said. From that day on, he always followed Meng Fan intentionally or unintentionally, paying attention to Meng Fan's actions, which gradually became a habit.

He was so used to it that he thought he really protected this skinny boy.

With Song Qichen intervening, Wu Hao restrained himself a lot, at least he didn't bully Meng Fan in the open.But Song Qichen couldn't guarantee that he would be by his side 24 hours a day.

Later, when Meng Fan cried and begged Song Qichen to leave him alone, he couldn't react.

Song Qichen couldn't speak, his mind went blank, and the face of the boy in front of him was also blurred.

All that remained in his eyes was the shocking scar on Meng Fan's arm when he rolled up his sleeves, and the desperate "I don't want to die" that he gritted his teeth.

I don't want to die, so please leave me alone, please.

Meng Fan didn't come to class for a few days.

Song Qichen skipped class for a few days, lying on the roof in a daze every day, smoking one cigarette after another, watching the clouds in the sky drift by one after another.He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, he was angry, unwilling, irritable, annoyed, confused, and more self-blaming.

Song Qichen didn't know what the meaning of doing this for so long was, was it really like what the couple said, he was just wasting time without doing his job properly, and no one ever thought of him well.

Or he was wrong from the beginning, and he didn't understand other people's lives, so he was a hero.

But does he need it?Does he need to be understood?Does anyone want to understand him?

Song Qichen suddenly felt confused.

Later, Song Qichen saw Meng Fan curled up on the ground and twitching uncontrollably in that alley, and Wu Hao who folded his arms and stared at him.

Song Qichen swung his fist and slammed it down on Wu Hao's face.

"You fucking!" Song Qichen grabbed Wu Hao's collar, his eyes were red, his voice was hoarse, "You fucking..."

Wu Hao licked the broken corner of his mouth, "We're all brothers, what do you have to do?"

"In this way, let's discuss and discuss."

"Let's say you did what happened today."

"From now on, I won't bother him anymore, and the accounts between the two of us will be written off."

Wu Hao pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed, "How is it, Brother Chen."

……

When Song Qichen talked about this matter, his tone was calm, and his description was very simple. Except for Meng Fan, no one mentioned his name, as if he was talking about something he heard from someone else.

But his squinted eyes were full of haze.

Du Yan listened quietly. After Song Qichen finished speaking, the two were silent for a while. Du Yan raised his hand and stroked his hair, unexpectedly gentle.

"I don't blame you," Du Yan said softly after a long time, "It has nothing to do with you."

"I know." Song Qichen said.

Du Yan didn't know what to say for a while, he usually has a lot of words, but he is not good at comforting others.

The two lay in silence for a while, Song Qichen sat up suddenly, propped his hands on the ground, looked at the night sky, and shouted in a drawn out voice: "Ah——"

"Ah—" Du Yan froze for a moment, then sat up, bent one leg, rolled his hands into a trumpet shape and put them by his mouth, imitating Song Qichen and shouted.

Song Qichen turned his head to look at him, his eyes were squinted and bright, "What the hell are you calling?"

"Why, I yell casually, and you don't mind?" Du Yan said with a smile, and then started to yell again, "Ah——"

Song Qichen raised the corner of his mouth and let go of his voice, "It's none of my business—ah——"

"what--"

The two of them looked serious, with smiles in their eyes, and you must suppress the previous voice of the other party.

But the rivalry didn't last long.

"Why howl! Dead people in the middle of the night!" Aunt's angry voice came from a distance.

Du Yan: "..."

Song Qichen: "..."

The atmosphere became quiet again, the two of them stared at each other, who couldn't help laughing first, and then the two laughed wildly at their faces.

"Hey, let me tell you," Du Yan dragged Song Qichen to lie down on the grass again. Tears of laughter were still in the corners of the boy's eyes. Du Yan couldn't hold back, and raised his hand to rub Song Qichen's hair. chilly."

"I know." Song Qichen took Du Yan's hand off his head calmly, "It's so cold all day long, so I won't freeze to death."

"Hey," Du Yan laughed, "I can't even touch my head?"

Then he put his hand up again.

"No." Song Qichen pulled his hand down again.

Du Yan put it on again.

"Are you courting death?" Song Qichen stretched his leg to the side and kicked him.

Song Qichen is a person who is not afraid of things, he will do whatever he wants, and he will stop him if he comes, he really can't beat him up.

The temper is violent, and if there is a disagreement, talk again, and if the two words do not agree, then show your fist.

He also couldn't tell why he wanted to take care of Meng Fan at that time, why he agreed to take the responsibility for the beating, why he didn't find out that Wu Hao had been hurting Meng Fan all the time, why he couldn't stop anything .

After saying it without reservation, Song Qichen completely relaxed.

In fact, he knows that he is not to blame for this matter, it is just a possibility, and he needs someone to tell him "it's not your fault, it has nothing to do with you", so that he can really draw a line between himself and this matter, even though this person only knows him a month.

"Although the atmosphere is pretty good now," Du Yan said after the two of them felt the beautiful nature in silence for another 10 minutes, "I still want to confirm something."

"What?" Song Qichen asked.

"That's right, we," Du Yan paused and licked his lips, "Where are we going to sleep tonight?"

"..."

Song Qichen said slowly: "I, go home."

"Well," Du Yan nodded, looking at him expectantly, "What about me?"

"You?" Song Qichen glanced at him, then turned his head away, "None of my business."

"Ruthless." Du Yan glared at him.

"Yeah." Song Qichen remained expressionless.

"No righteousness." Du Yan gritted his teeth.

"Yes." Song Qichen couldn't help laughing.

"Without conscience," Du Yan was aggrieved, raised his hand to wipe away tears that didn't exist, and groaned, "Trick me here and say that if you don't care about me, you don't care about me..."

"..." Stupid.

In the end, Song Qichen still couldn't resist Du Yan's stubbornness, so he reluctantly agreed to take him back for a night.

Along the way, Du Yan seemed more excited than when he came to the west of the city, clamoring to buy snacks and go back to Song Qichen's house to watch movies and play games, unexpectedly, it was too late and none of the canteens were open.

Du Yan kicked the pebbles on the road depressedly, bowed his head and remained silent, like a big cat that fell into the water while hungry.

Song Qichen was a little helpless, "That's how it is in the west of the city. After ten o'clock, there is basically no one on the street."

Du Yan kicked the stone to Song Qichen's feet, and then he smiled when he saw the cold and unkind young man taking over the sport very naturally, "Then what should you do when you go out to play at night?"

"Normally I don't go out, it's nothing fun." Song Qichen said, kicking the stones under his feet seriously.

Du Yan was a little shocked, "Just at home? That's so boring."

"I sometimes come out for a walk." Song Qichen said with his head down.

"Oh," Du Yan thought for a while, "next time you go to the east of the city with me to spend a few nights, brother will take you to play!"

Song Qichen stopped kicking the stones, he raised his face, and in the voice of Du Yan, hey, why did you stop? I come, I come, I came, and I came, and I replied clearly, with a serious expression: "Okay."

Then smiled lightly.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes are curved and beautiful, like a breeze blowing on his face. This is probably what he said, although Song Qichen himself may not have thought that he could laugh to such an effect.

But this sudden smile really shocked Du Yan in place, he had never seen such a gentle Song Qichen.

Most of the edges and corners of the young man's face were erased by the warm yellow light, and the sharpness and alienation in his eyes were all gone.He stood in the half-darkness of the night, and the stars fell in his eyes.

Containing all the hostility from his body, such a gentle young man is a little strange, yet inexplicably familiar.

Du Yan felt as if his heart skipped a beat.

He moved his eyes away in a panic, coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, kicked up stones and continued to walk forward, trying to make his voice sound less floating, "Then it's a deal, don't come! "

"Yes." Song Qichen responded.

Song Qichen's family lives in an old community. Such aged buildings and communities are very common in the west of the city, and most of the residents are old people who have been living here.

It was already 11:30 at night when Du Yan and Song Qichen walked to the entrance of the community, most of the residents had gone to sleep, only a few sporadic lights were still on.

"Let's go." Song Qichen glanced at Du Yan who didn't know what he was thinking, and said.

"Oh, okay." Du Yan scratched his hair, looking embarrassed, "But wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to go to your house like this? Are your parents here? You should sleep right now?"

Song Qichen paused, and said, "Then you can go to a hotel."

As he said that, he was about to go inside, especially ruthless.

Du Yan quickly caught up and grabbed Song Qichen's arm, "Hey, hey, come on, I'll go, let's go."

"Oh." Song Qichen rolled his eyes.

When he was about to reach the stairs, he said softly: "It's okay, there is no one in my house, just me."

Du Yan glanced at him, didn't speak, and followed behind into the building.