I want this sand sculpture

Song Qichen's house is very simple, usually only grandma and himself, saving a lot of unnecessary decorations.During this period of time, grandma was taking care of her little grandson at her uncle's house, and the house with only one person seemed a bit messy.

But Du Yan still found the game controller under the TV cabinet at a glance.

"You still have this!" Du Yan's eyes lit up, and he walked over to pick up the handle.

The handle is very old, it is a very old-fashioned TV handle, you need to insert the game card into the TV to use it.

Song Qichen brought two cushions for Du Yan to sit down, went to the drawer of the TV cabinet and found two game cards, handed them to Du Yan and said, "I bought it when I was young, I don't know if I can still play it, you sit down for a while."

"You have to use an old-fashioned TV, the one with a big head." Du Yan sat down on the cushion, holding the game card in his hand.

"Yeah." Song Qichen responded casually, and ran to the room where the sundries were kept, and took out the old-fashioned TV that hadn't been used for a long time.

"I'll go." Du Yan's eyes straightened, and he hurried up to help, "You have it all?"

"I didn't throw it away before." Song Qichen said.

The two put the TV in front of the TV cabinet, plugged it in, and it still works.Song Qichen inserted the game card and connected the game controller. After the screen jumped twice, the game selection interface actually appeared.

Du Yan's face was full of excitement, "You are amazing! Super Mario, you clicked the wrong two-player mode! Go down!"

Song Qichen got a headache from his noise, rubbed his temple with one hand, and reminded: "Be quiet, the sound insulation here is not good."

"Okay, okay, I understand," Du Yan immediately lowered his voice, "Do you start first or me first?"

"Go ahead," Song Qichen said while getting up, "I'll see if there's anything to eat."

Song Qichen doesn't usually eat snacks, but he likes sweets very much. There is a box full of Zhenzhi sticks in his bedroom, but he must not let Du Yan know, so he took two cans of Coke and a bag of ice cream out of the refrigerator.

Song Qichen put the Coke on the ground, tore open the ice cream bag and took a bite, and was suddenly blurred by Bing's words, "If you want to eat, go to the refrigerator to get it yourself."

"Okay." Du Yan focused on the little red figure on the screen, and was quiet for a rare moment.

After another half a minute, the red villain failed to escape the mushroom monster and died.

"Fuck! It sneaked up on me! No professional ethics at all," Du Yan opened the Coke angrily and took a big gulp, "It's your turn, help me avenge!"

"It's you who is too good." Song Qichen picked up the handle, put the ice cream in his mouth, and couldn't speak clearly.

"You question me?! I warn you." Du Yan pointed at Song Qichen, took the ice cream in his mouth, and took a natural bite, "How to play games with it in your mouth, I'll hold it for you."

Song Qichen glanced at him, opened his mouth, and started the game seriously without saying anything.

Song Qichen played Super Mario very well, much better than Du Yan, and the green villain escaped round after round of attacks under his manipulation.

"Here, go from here!"

"Where are you going? That pipe can go down!"

"No, you do it, you have thunder, do it!"

"..."

It should be able to play a little longer if there is no stupid command next to me.

"Du Yan," Song Qichen put down the handle, closed his eyes and tried to suppress the rising anger, "Shut up."

The two teenagers played until midnight, Song Qichen's sleepy eyes were red, he couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep in the living room.

Du Yan carefully turned off the TV, unplugged the handle and game card and put them away.He went to Song Qichen's bedroom to get a pillow and a thin quilt. When he came out, he was taken aback when he saw an uncovered sugar bowl on the table, then smiled and closed the door.

He gently lifted Song Qichen's head, and put the pillow under his head. When the soft hair brushed against the palm of his hand, there was a tingling sensation.Du Yan quickly withdrew his hand, covered him with a thin quilt, and sat down beside him.

Song Qichen was very obedient when he fell asleep, his breathing was light and soft, and Du Yan couldn't help but think of him who fell asleep on the street that day.

"Thank you." Du Yan said softly, with a tenderness in his eyes that he didn't know.

……

When Du Yan was kicked out of the house by Song Qichen the next day, he deeply suspected that the talkative and gentle Song Qichen last night was a hallucination caused by his drinking too much.

Du Yan stared at the door that was slammed shut in front of him, and couldn't help laughing within two seconds.

"Let's go!" Du Yan shouted loudly.

"Get out!" Song Qichen said in a thick nasal voice, apparently still awake.

This person's anger when he wakes up is really terrible.

Du Yan complained and went downstairs, humming happily.

Song Qichen pulled the quilt over his head irritably, opened it again after a few seconds, fumbled to find the phone and pressed it to check, confirmed that it was only after 06:30 in the morning, threw the phone away, and pulled up the quilt again.

"Damn..." Song Qichen, who couldn't sleep, sat up in despair, raised his hand and slammed the floor twice.

He took half a minute to calm down, and finally suppressed the thought of "Rush out now and drag Du Yan back and beat him up", sighed and stood up to wash.

In fact, Song Qichen's usual waking up is not so angry that he wants to throw people out, but Du Yan's way of waking him up this morning is not right.

But this can't be blamed on him, anyone who sleeps soundly will be angry if he is woken up with an arm on his face!

This blow was so strong that it almost disfigured him.

Song Qichen looked at the dazzling red marks on his extremely handsome face in the mirror, and gritted his teeth fiercely.

When Du Yan returned home, his father had already left.

Du's house is a small two-story villa, located in the most expensive real estate area in T City.It's home, but Du Yan usually doesn't live here, so he has nothing to do to come and see Du Qingqing.He rented a small one-bedroom house near the school, and lived quite comfortably by himself.

After all, some people have things that are out of sight and out of mind.

Du Qingqing should have gone out to play with her classmates and was not at home. He walked around the house twice and found nothing wrong.

He put the few pies he bought before returning from the west of the city on the table in the living room, and sent Du Qingqing a message to tell her to remember to come back to eat, before leaving the empty house.

The door lock of the rental house has obvious signs of being picked.

Du Yan froze for a moment, then became nervous for a moment.

But he quickly thought of who it was, and smiled mockingly, took out the key from his trouser pocket and opened the door calmly.The small room has not been turned over, and Du Yan can tell that it is still the same as it was when he left.

He picked up the note left by his father on the table, looked at it, tore it up and threw it into the trash can.

Gee.

– Don’t be stubborn, I don’t want to make too much trouble.

Du Yan fell down on the bed without changing his clothes, and raised his arms to cover his eyes.

I'm so tired, let's go to sleep.

I don't know if Song Qichen is still angry.

……

The campus life in No. [-] Middle School is relatively peaceful. Song Qichen has nothing to do at school except sleep, and he is not used to no one picking him up for fights.

Song Qichen looked deserted, and he was just too lazy to talk to people he didn't know well. Coupled with his naturally unfriendly temper, he transferred to a classmate who had been in the class for more than a month and had nothing to say. The group of people from the tenth class next door are very familiar with each other.

After all, since Du Yan spent the night in the west of the city, the two of them had inexplicably established a revolutionary friendship in which they always called each other to go to the bathroom—of course it was Du Yan who wanted the revolution unilaterally.

Song Qichen still remembers the first time Du Yan introduced him to Huang Yubin after school one day, saying "This is my brother's rumored girlfriend", the scene where Song Qichen greeted him with his schoolbag on his head, and Huang Yubin's shocked expression with his mouth open.

"No, Brother Yan," Huang Yubin pointed at Song Qichen who folded his arms and sneered, and carefully considered his words, "Your taste is quite...special."

So Song Qichen's schoolbag hit Huang Yubin's head.

The last class of No. [-] Middle School every Monday afternoon is general cleaning, which is a free activity class for students who are not assigned to be on duty.

"Boss Song, let's go play." Huang Yubin leaned on the door frame of class nine, poked his head inside with a basketball in his arms.

"No." Song Qichen yawned, planning to sleep on his stomach for a while.

"That's fine," Huang Yubin straightened up, "I'm going with Brother Yan."

Song Qichen was already on the ground, without making a sound, he raised his hand and waved it behind him.

"..." Really indifferent.

Huang Yubin had just walked away with the ball for less than 2 minutes, when Song Qichen heard a sound of pulling a chair, and then the sound stopped beside him.

"..." He knew who was sitting next to him without opening his eyes.

"Get out." Song Qichen said, his face buried in the sleeve of his school uniform, his voice muffled.

"How do you know it's me?" Du Yan asked, resting his fingers on the edge of his desk, knocking on it.

Song Qichen was annoyed by his beating, he pulled out an arm and beat his hand down, "You are the only one who is not afraid of being beaten."

"It seems to make sense," Du Yan nodded thoughtfully, and put his finger on it again, "But I don't think you can beat me."

Song Qichen raised half of his face from his sleeve to look at him, with a mocking smile in his eyes.

Du Yan couldn't feel the sarcasm from the boy opposite him at all. He raised his chin, thinking that he was extremely handsome, "Why are you looking at me? Brother Yan, you look good."

"It's hard to say whether it looks good or not, but it's true that you have a thick skin." Song Qichen rolled his eyes, and then stared at Du Yan's fingers clasped restlessly on the table.The young man's fingers were beautiful, white and slender, with well-defined joints, and blue blood vessels faintly showing through the skin.

Song Qichen collected himself, and taunted: "ADHD? Do you want me to cure you?"

"Okay, you have to deal with it." Du Yan followed suit, leaned back on the chair, stretched his legs, and looked like he was at his disposal.

Song Qichen didn't speak, and stared at him silently for a while.

Du Yan has a flamboyant personality, with his chin raised and his expression showing arrogance, the corners of his mouth are raised, and his long legs are casually resting on the ground.The school uniform didn't fit well, the zipper was only half pulled, and it was loosely worn on the body, revealing the white T-shirt underneath.The boy's neck is long and slender, the line from the raised chin to the shoulders is tight and beautiful, his Adam's apple is raised, and the shallow teeth marks on the right side are still hanging on it.Due to the hot weather, Du Yan's neckline was opened a little wider, exposing half of his collarbone.

Gee.

He said the wrong thing, Du Yan is really good-looking.

And it's very nice.

Song Qichen was taken aback, scolded himself for being an idiot in his heart, forced himself to look away, lay down and went back to sleep.

"Brother Yan!" Huang Yubin lay on the window of class nine and leaned in, "Why are you back again?"

Huang Yubin walked halfway and found that his brother Yan was gone, and asked everyone that he didn't know, so he turned back and searched around his class but couldn't find anyone. Passing by Class [-], he found Yan Yan who had always said that he wanted to beat him up and kill everyone. My brother was sitting next to Song Qichen quietly playing with his mobile phone with his head down. He looked so peaceful and uncontested with the world.

"Come back and call someone." Du Yan put away his phone after replying to Du Qingqing's message, turned around and smiled at him, and poked his finger on the back of the prostrate teenager, "Let's go play."

Song Qichen was really annoyed at being annoyed by him, he got up nimbly and grabbed Du Yan's wrist and folded his backhand, staring at him, "Are you finished?"

"Hey hey hey hey!" Du Yan yelled in pain, his expression distorted, "It hurts, it hurts! Let it go, it's broken!"

Song Qichen threw his hand away, flicked his wrist, rolled his eyes and was about to get down, but he was cut off by a hand that suddenly appeared before he could get down.

Song Qichen's face tried to brake, but failed due to too strong inertial effect, and when he finally closed his eyes in despair and got stuck in Du Yan's palm, for the first time, he really had the idea of ​​killing someone to silence him.

Put a sack on him on a dark and windy night and beat him up.

He has lived for 17 years and has never seen such a persistent person at best, or someone who deserves a beating in layman's terms.

After a pause of about two seconds, Song Qichen stood up abruptly, pulled Du Yan by his collar with a sullen face and dragged him out of the classroom.

Du Yan staggered from being pulled, and almost lay down on the ground, but he steadied himself, and before he left, he even helped the chair that was about to fall to the ground.

Song Qichen dragged him all the way down the stairs. Du Yan was very popular and knew many people. He kept smiling and saying hello on the way, and seemed to be in a particularly happy mood.However, since it was too rare for Du Yan to be dragged away, and the expression of the person in front seemed to be unfriendly, the group of people who wanted to ask what was going on after greeting could only stop Huang Yubin who followed.

"Rhubarb, Brother Yan, are you going to fight?"

"Ah," Huang Yubin glanced at the backs of the two teenagers leaving like a wind, recalled the usual way of getting along with the two, and said hesitantly, "No, play."

"Oh……"

"Old Song! Don't be so sullen, come and laugh!" Du Yan stood halfway outside the court, propping his knees with one hand, and with the other hand he pulled up his collar to wipe off his sweat, and at the same time, he did not forget to raise his chin and smile. "Provoke" Song Qichen on the opposite side.

They played one-on-one for less than half an hour. Both of them had good skills and eye-catching appearance. An ordinary basketball seemed to be able to bloom in their hands.Du Yan himself is a well-known legend in the No. [-] Middle School. He has a lot of little fans, and Song Qichen, a former No. [-] No. [-] High School student, has already attracted a group of children and girls to watch.

Song Qichen glanced at the girl group who stared at them for a while and whispered to the people next to them, and then covered their faces and screamed for a while, and couldn't help but regret coming down to play.

And the main topic characters are not at all self-conscious.

Still laughing, laughing ass.

Song Qichen lowered his head and patted the ball, without saying a word, suddenly got up and rushed towards the basket frame behind Du Yan.

Fast as a gust of wind.

"Damn it, it's so fierce." Du Yan was taken aback, and quickly entered the state to prepare for defense.

Song Qichen didn't rush over, but was intercepted by Du Yan.

Du Yan's defense was tight, fake moves were useless to him, the two squatted under the basket, anxious.The ball was still in Song Qichen's hands, and he started to slap it back and forth in front of and behind him alternately, so as not to be snatched by Du Yan inadvertently.

While Song Qichen was looking for an opportunity to escape, he tried hard to restrain the urge to punch the smiling face of the opposite person.Then he caught a glimpse of something not quite right out of the corner of his eye, he squinted his eyes, and the movement of hitting the ball with his hand gradually slowed down.

Is it so blatant to bully girls in No. [-] Middle School?

Du Yan saw that the boy on the opposite side hit halfway through the ball, and suddenly stared at something behind him and stopped moving. He was about to remind him to concentrate, and he wanted to take advantage of this gap to intercept the ball.Before he stretched out his hand, Song Qichen slowly straightened up, spun the ball a few times in his hand, and raised his hand to throw it.

But this direction is obviously not rushing to the basket.