I want this sand sculpture

Du Yan smiled for a long time, then lowered his head to reply to the message.

– Do you want to eat barbecue after school? Rhubarb is also here

CC: Okay, Wan Xu?

– Let’s call together, let him have a good meal before he dies

CC: Take a screenshot

– Cut it casually, can I be afraid of him?

CC: That can't be, how amazing you are

– acknowledgment

Du Yan just stood and chatted with Song Qichen, and he felt better after a while.

It's incredible.

Director Chen dragged on for half an hour, and after explaining everything that should be said and what should not be said, he finally let this group of restless young people go.

When Song Qichen walked out slowly with his bag on his back, Du Yan felt that his legs were going to go numb.

He raised his hand and touched Song Qichen's head, "Let's go, Rhubarb Wanxu has been waiting there for a long time."

Song Qichen frowned, and tore off Du Yan's hand, "You don't want your hand anymore, do you?"

"Young man, don't be so impulsive," Du Yan said while walking, "It's not good to fight and kill all day long."

"What are your holiday arrangements?" Wan Xu asked, waving his chopsticks.

Song Qichen silently pushed Wan Xu's chopsticks away from his face, "At home."

"Playing games." Huang Yubin said.

"No arrangement," Du Yan said, "What do you think?"

"I don't have any ideas," Wan Xu chuckled, "I'm afraid that people will not pay attention to me when I'm bored during the holidays. Since you are all as bored as I am, I can rest assured."

Just as Du Yan wanted to speak out against Wan Xu, his cell phone rang.

He took out his phone slowly, glanced at it, then slowly pressed it off and put it back, then turned around and threw himself into the barbecue melee.

The fighting power of the adolescent boys was extremely strong, and several of them slumped on the chairs, looking at the empty plates piled up in front of them——the waiters burped a few times in satisfaction after collecting them for a round.

The waiter looked at these people in horror, not many of them could eat the buffet back to their original value, but today they met four.

Adolescent boys are the scariest creatures in the world.

"Where are we going?" Wan Xu glanced at the time and realized it was still early, "Video game city?"

"Internet cafes, get points before you die." Huang Yubin suggested.

"You guys go," Du Yan said, "I have something to do later, so I won't go."

Song Qichen turned his head and glanced at him, but said nothing.

Feeling the sight, Du Yan smiled at Song Qichen.

Song Qichen turned his head and said to Wan Xu: "I'm not going either, it's not easy to take a car late."

"Well," Wan Xu nodded knowingly, "Then let's go with rhubarb."

Wan Xu and Huang Yubin happily went to the Internet cafe hand in hand, and the remaining two lonely bosses went back to their respective homes.

"Shall I take you to the station?" Du Yan tilted his head and asked Song Qichen.

"There is a bus just across the road," Song Qichen said, "The one that doesn't need to transfer."

"Then I'll wait for the bus with you." Du Yan said again.

"..." Song Qichen rolled his eyes and crossed the road by himself.

"Hey, slow down!" Du Yan yelled with a smile, and caught up with him.

The two teenagers stood under the bus stop and waited silently for the bus.

Song Qichen obviously felt that something was wrong with Du Yan again, and he was very depressed.

"Which bus do you take?" Du Yan asked.

And still looking for something to say.

"This class." Song Qichen stared at the bus that was slowly stopping in front of them, expressionless.

"Oh." Du Yan responded.

"I'm leaving." Song Qichen patted his arm, pulled up the strap of his schoolbag, and stepped into the car.

"Well," Du Yan smiled, "Be careful on the road."

After watching the yellow car body disappear, Du Yan came back to his senses.

The smile on his face gradually sank, he lowered his head expressionlessly, and walked towards his home step by step, thinking about the message Du Qingqing sent him.

Her Lady Queen: Brother, Dad is waiting for you at home.

It's finally time to catch him, isn't it?Tsk.

When Du Yan was so annoyed that he wanted to beat up the little sapling by the side of the road, his cell phone rang.Du Yan was taken aback when he saw the caller ID, and it took a few seconds before he answered the call.

"Hello." Du Yan said.

Song Qichen's cold voice came from the other end of the phone, "Call me if something goes wrong."

Accompanied by the noisy sound of people crowded in the bus.

"Call or WeChat is fine." Song Qichen added.

Du Yan was stunned for a long time, until Song Qichen thought he was deaf, so he gave a soft "hmm".

"I'm dead." Song Qichen said.

"Okay." Du Yan nodded, and the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

Du Yan saw his father's luxury car parked in the yard before he entered the door, and there were a dozen bodyguards standing in front of the door, all of them were tall and thick, and they seemed to break his leg and drag him in if he didn't go in.

Du Yan curled his lips, put on a frivolous smile, whistled and stepped into the house.

Dad really sat on the sofa and waited for him.

Du Guofeng was really imposing when he sat there with a dark face. Although he was middle-aged, not only did he not lose his hair or gain weight, but he became more stable and exuded the charm of a mature man.

But it is this face that is always meticulous and always "I am right, you have to listen to me", which makes Du Yan extremely disgusted.

"Hey, why are you here when you have time?" Du Yan stood at the door and sneered.

"How can I treat you if I don't come back?" Du Guofeng said.

Du Yan sneered and said nothing.

Du Guofeng: "Tell me, how many subjects have you passed this semester?"

Du Yan: "I didn't pass."

Du Guofeng: "Fighting and skipping classes all day, if you pass the exam, you will be a ghost."

Du Yan smiled: "Don't worry about my affairs."

Du Guofeng was a little sullen, and raised his voice, "Du Yan!"

Du Yan also stopped laughing, "Du Guofeng!"

"I am your father!"

"Who says it's not?" Du Yan said.

Du Guofeng stood up abruptly, pointed at Du Yan, "You think I want your son?"

"Coincidentally," Du Yan looked at him coldly, "I don't want you as a father either."

Du Guofeng trembled angrily, picked up the ashtray on the table and threw it at Du Yan.Du Yan quickly dodged, and the ashtray slipped out, rubbing his forehead.

This kind of negotiation between Du Yan and Du Guofeng happened many times, and each time it ended quickly and quickly before it even started.

With a "bang", the sound of the ashtray falling to the ground and shattering completely ignited the war between the father and son.

On Monday, Song Qichen took the bus to the No. [-] Middle School to collect his final grades and fill in his subjects.

Du Yan hasn't contacted him for the past two days, and his Moments haven't been updated, so it's surprisingly quiet.

The campus is very lively. The students who live in the school are busy moving their things to the car and transporting them home. The sound of dragging tables and chairs can be heard everywhere in the teaching building.

A scene of jubilation and peace before death.

Song Qichen passed through the paper airplanes flying all over the sky, arrived safely in Class No. [-], and walked in calmly and sat down under the gaze of Director Chen's reflective glasses.

After everyone arrived, Director Chen said a few words and began to ask the representatives of each subject to distribute the test papers.

Song Qichen had already seen his name on the honor roll downstairs, he was the third in the grade, and he was quite satisfied.

Just as he was about to lie down for a sleep meeting, Director Chen came over and knocked on his desk, signaling Song Qichen to go out with him.

Song Qichen followed to the office and saw that Director Chen made himself a cup of tea in a leisurely manner.

"Song Qichen," Director Chen sat on the office chair and picked up the thermos cup, "You did well in the exam."

"Well," Song Qichen didn't know what Director Chen wanted to say to him, so he could only answer first, "It's okay."

"You kid commits crimes all day long and still gets third place in the exam." Director Chen gave him a meaningful look.

"Ah..." Song Qichen suddenly became nervous.

"Don't be nervous," Director Chen smiled, "I didn't come to you to settle accounts with you, you might make something wrong for me in the future."

"..." Song Qichen felt a chill down his back.

"Have a good relationship with Du Yan?" Director Chen asked.

"It's not bad." Song Qichen said in his heart that if they read the self-examination twice together and sweep the building for a week, the relationship will not be good.

"He called me the night after the exam." Director Chen said.

Song Qichen frowned and looked at Director Chen without speaking.

"He said he couldn't come today, so he asked you to help him fill in the subject application." Director Chen said.

"What did he study?" Song Qichen asked.

Why don't you come to him directly for volunteering to fill in the subsections, and have Director Chen tell him?

Song Qichen felt that there must be something wrong, but Du Yan didn't tell him.

"Theory." Director Chen said.

"Oh," Song Qichen nodded and hesitated, "Then... what else did he say?"

"No more," Director Chen took a sip of his tea, "That's all I said."

"Oh." Song Qichen responded.

"Would you like to talk to the teacher?" Director Chen asked.

"Okay." Song Qichen inexplicably felt a sense of mission.

Director Chen looked at him and sighed slowly, "This kid Du Yan hasn't stopped since he entered school. It's not that he can't listen to what our teachers say, but he doesn't want to understand."

Song Qichen was stunned.

Director Chen paused, and then said: "He has his own ideas, young people of your generation have a lot of ideas, it's very difficult to guess, and you don't want to tell us old people."

"As teachers, we can only pay attention to you in our way, but sometimes our method is not suitable, and there are some problems that we can't do anything about."

"You and I, Mr. Dong, are not targeting you, but are afraid that you will ruin yourself if you go the wrong way."

"This kid Du Yan... If you are familiar with him, help the teacher to pull him a little bit."

Song Qichen stayed for a long time, finally came back to his senses, and nodded solemnly.

"Okay," Director Chen stood up with a smile, "Go back, remember to help him fill out the application."

Song Qichen left the office and went straight to class ten, but Du Yan was not there.

He walked to Du Yan's place in two or three steps, carefully wrote down Du Yan's name, student number and subject intention on the voluntary form on the table, handed the form to Zhou Qin with Huang Yubin's frightened eyes, and then returned to the Class Nine quickly filled out their own.

After finishing all this, Song Qichen took out his phone and went to the rooftop.

He wasn't worried that Du Yan would destroy himself, compared to letting him drag Du Yan, it was more likely to destroy Du Yan, and it was in the worst way...

What he was worried about was why Du Yan didn't come and why he didn't contact him directly.

Song Qichen dialed Du Yan's phone number, and he received a prompt tone for the user to turn off the phone.

"Fuck." Song Qichen thumped the railing irritably, and dialed a number several times, but the phone was turned off.

He sent a few more messages to Du Yan on WeChat, but as expected, there was no response.

Song Qichen quickly ran back to Class Ten, dragged Huang Yubin out of the classroom, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know where Du Yan is?"

Huang Yubin was terrified, thinking that Song Qichen was going to beat him up, he said tremblingly: "I don't know, Brother Yan always skips class... What happened?"

Song Qichen didn't make a sound, and it took him a long time to pat Huang Yubin on the shoulder, "It's okay."

That's right, Du Yan usually doesn't come to school if he has something to do, and occasionally his phone will automatically turn off when it runs out of battery, not to mention that there is no class today, so it's not surprising.

Maybe just fell asleep?

Song Qichen smiled and went back to his class.

Only one morning passed, but Du Yan still didn't reply to his message.

There is no class today. After receiving the grades and filling out the volunteers, we will officially have a holiday after the head teacher finishes talking about the safety matters during the holiday.

Wan Xu wanted to take someone out for a meal, but Song Qichen didn't go.

He went to Du Yan's rental house.

Du Yan is not in the rental house.

Song Qichen stood outside the door and knocked for a long time, but there was no movement inside the door. His eyes dimmed, and he went downstairs and squatted by the side of the road in a daze.

Something must have happened.

Song Qichen thought about it, and called Du Qingqing.

There was a time before that Du Yan didn't bring his mobile phone, so he used his mobile phone to call Du Qingqing, the communication records were not deleted, unexpectedly it came in handy.

The other end of the phone quickly answered, "Hello, hello."

"Excuse me," Song Qichen paused, "Du Yan's younger sister?"

"Yes, Du Yan is my brother," Du Qingqing said, "You are his classmate?"

"Well," Song Qichen said, "Is your brother there?"

"Do you have anything to do with my brother?" Du Qingqing asked.

"Something happened." Song Qichen said.

"You tell me directly, and I'll tell him." Du Qingqing said.

"What's wrong with your brother?" Song Qichen frowned.

"He quarreled with my dad the day before yesterday," Du Qingqing sighed, "now he's locked up by my dad and can't get out."

"Is locked up by your father?" Song Qichen was stunned.

"Yeah, the two of them quarreled so fiercely that the phone fell out," Du Qingqing sighed again, "What's the matter with you?"

"Oh, it's nothing serious," Song Qichen said, "I wanted to find him out to play during the holidays, but I couldn't get in touch with him."

"Well, then you may have to wait for a few days." Du Qingqing sounded sullen, "I think my dad is very angry this time, and my brother is also a donkey. I don't know how long he will be locked up."

"Well, I see, thank you."

"It's okay," Du Qingqing smiled, "Wait for my brother to come out and ask him to call you."

"Okay." Song Qichen also smiled.

After hanging up the phone, Song Qichen squatted on the side of the road for a while, until his stomach let out a cry of hunger, and then got up to find a restaurant to eat.