I want this sand sculpture

After taking the group of promotional photos that made Song Qichen want to take revenge on the world, he didn't give Du Yan a good look within a week.

In particular, this person passed by the barber shop when he was still busy, took a few photos and pasted them on the glass door and sent them to Song Qichen. This kind of pure courting behavior made him successfully entered Song Qichen's blacklist.

"I'll give you three seconds," Du Yan stared at Song Qichen viciously, "let me out."

Song Qichen glanced at him, hooked the corners of his mouth indifferently, and walked lightly to the back kitchen with the tray in his hand.

"You are mocking me," Du Yan followed him, "are you mocking me?"

Song Qichen: "Oh."

"..." Seeing that he couldn't do it, Du Yan immediately changed his combat strategy and started the rolling and throwing mode, "Brother Chen, brother, good brother, let me out, I was wrong."

"..." Song Qichen is worthy of being a person who has been tortured by Du Yan's mental illness for more than two months. He is very strong. He resisted the discomfort in his heart and walked forward without squinting.

Du Yan looked at Song Qichen's determined back, and gritted his teeth, "You release me and I will help you with your homework."

Song Qichen's advance stopped, and he turned his head slowly, with a trace of imperceptible panic in his calm eyes, "Don't."

Then he quickly stuffed the tray into Du Yan's arms, took out his phone, and opened the WeChat blacklist in front of Du Yan.

Song Qichen doesn't blacklist people very much, to be precise, he doesn't add others as friends. There are only three people in his blacklist.Besides Du Yan, there is also Meng Fan and Wu Hao.

Meng Fan, he remembered, was the boy he met in the west of the city last time, and Song Qichen lost control when he saw him.

Then Wu Hao is...

Du Yan frowned, and looked up at Song Qichen.

Song Qichen didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations, and took Du Yan out of the blacklist without pausing.

"What are you looking at me for?" Song Qichen put the phone back and took the tray back.

"No," Du Yan grinned at him, turned around and went to the store to entertain customers, "Look at you."

Song Qichen was stunned for a moment, hooked the corner of his mouth slightly, and said in a low voice: "Idiot."

Du Yan walked around the front hall and found that there was nothing to help him. Just as he was going to check the back kitchen, the small wind chime on the glass door rang.

Du Yan raised the corners of his mouth to greet him, and said politely and humbly: "Sir, please, how many are you?"

"Three." The man looked Du Yan up and down, then looked away, and raised his chin to a table by the window, "Just sit there."

"Okay, this way please," Du Yan nodded, and went to put the menu on the table, "You look at the menu first, and I'll get you some water."

After the three sat down, they took the menu and studied the dishes. Du Yan left with a smile, and frowned the moment he turned around.

The look in that person's eyes just now made him feel uncomfortable all over, and he became very angry for no reason.

Although Du Yan knew that judging people by their appearance was wrong, but the man was dark and thin, and he looked like a mouse-eyed man, and one more look made people want to beat him up.

Sure enough, he still likes good-looking people, such as Song Qichen, who can bear his bad temper like that.

Tsk, what a dog.

Du Yan scolded himself in his heart.

Du Yan quickly brought them water and ordered dishes.

"Wait a moment, the dishes will be served soon." Du Yan put on the cap of his pen and prepared to go to the back kitchen.

"Wait," the black and thin man stopped Du Yan, his tone sounded unfriendly, "I heard that you have a waiter here called Song Qichen?"

Du Yan paused, glanced back, and turned his head slowly.

The man smiled at him, "We are old friends, how about you help me and call him out so we can catch up?"

Du Yan looked at this man's smiling face, and felt sick from the bottom of his heart.

The degree is comparable to that of Li Lei with a crooked mouth.

"Sorry," Du Yan smiled, "I don't know you."

"Why, don't you dare?" The man sneered, "Didn't you be very arrogant when you attacked me back then?"

Du Yan didn't speak, his eyes turned cold, "Aren't you guys free? If you don't eat, you can go out and turn left. You can take the No. 52 bus until the end. There is a place for you to pass the time."

After Du Yan finished speaking, he turned his head and left, with a ruthless look in his back.

After a few seconds, the group of people finally realized that the leader kicked the table and roared, "Who the hell are you calling crazy!"

Du Yan ignored him, pushed the door and entered the staff passage.

The sound of kicking the table just now was quite loud, Song Qichen wanted to go to the front to see what was going on, he was afraid that Du Yan would start a fight with him.

I'm afraid he won't be able to fight, so I have to help.

Song Qichen walked quickly, and when he saw someone in front of him, he didn't have time to avoid it, so he pretended to be straight with Du Yan, who was not very happy.

"Fuck," Du Yan lifted the foot that was stepped on by Song Qichen and jumped on the spot twice, frowning, "What are you running for?"

"Are you fighting with someone?" Song Qichen also frowned, Du Yan looked very upset, and even spoke offensively to him.

"No," Du Yan touched his nose, "Don't go out yet."

"What's wrong?" Song Qichen asked.

"Do you know someone who is particularly ugly?" Du Yan asked this question with a serious expression, so serious that Song Qichen ignored the content of his question.

"Ah," Song Qichen looked at him, "What's so ugly?"

"That's right, people with noses and eyes don't look very good-looking." Du Yan said.

"..." Song Qichen pushed him away and was about to go out.

"Hey!" Du Yan gave him a hand, "He's quite dark and thin, a man."

Song Qichen froze for a moment, stood still and didn't speak, he couldn't guess what he was thinking from his expression, he seemed to be in deep thought.

Du Yan saw his hands clenched into fists.

After a while, Song Qichen slowly spit out two words: "Wu Hao."

After Song Qichen said his name, he leaned against the wall and remained still, his eyes staring at the floor. Du Yan couldn't tell whether he was looking at the cracks in the bricks or whose shoes they were looking at.There was no expression on his face, only his fists were clenched.

Du Yan hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "That's... the one on your blacklist?"

Song Qichen looked up at him and nodded slightly.

"Then..." Du Yan wanted to say, then don't go out.

Although he didn't know what kind of feud Song Qichen had with this Wu Hao before, but judging from their reaction, it was definitely not like what that person said, just "old friends catch up with each other".

He was a little worried, maybe it had something to do with Song Qichen's transfer to another school.

"No need," Song Qichen interrupted him, his voice was gloomy and cold, "I want to see what he wants to do."

When Du Yan followed Song Qichen out, Wu Hao and the others were still sitting at that table cursing.

It wasn't until he saw the bowls and chopsticks in front of them that Du Yan remembered that he hadn't ordered food for them yet.

Really unprofessional, tsk.

But he still walked over with Song Qichen, very arrogant.

"What do you need from me?" Song Qichen stood next to Wu Hao expressionlessly, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and looked down at him.

"Hey, isn't this Song Xueba?" Wu Hao whistled, then raised his eyebrows at Du Yan next to him, "Did you just say you didn't know him?"

Du Yan hooked the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Didn't I just meet you?"

Wu Hao glared at him, then turned to Song Qichen, glanced up and down at him, "You're not doing well now, what about serving tea and water?"

Song Qichen didn't speak.

"I thought you were much more advanced than people like us, wouldn't you have no place to go after being fired?" Wu Hao continued.

"Don't worry about it," Du Yan put his hands on the table, lowered his body and approached Wu Hao, "Just be better than you."

After speaking, he straightened up and stood there collapsed.

Wu Hao sneered, stared at him without saying a word.

To be honest, Du Yan's sudden burst of low air pressure just now made him a little out of breath, and his eyes were full of cruelty, which made people tremble unconsciously.

The group of people didn't make any more noise, just staring at each other.

After about half a minute, Wu Hao said: "He has contacted you."

It's not an interrogative sentence, it's an affirmative sentence.

Song Qichen was a little puzzled. If Wu Hao could say that, something must have happened, but no one had contacted him, and he had already blocked two people who knew about it.

He suppressed his doubts, his face still expressionless, "Who?"

"Pretending to be with me?" Wu Hao raised his eyebrows, and smiled contemptuously, "Who else, your little follower."

Du Yan was very displeased with Wu Hao's tone and attitude. If it was in a deserted alley, he would directly start whipping people.

Now he can hear pretty well, and with his previous understanding of some things, Du Yan can probably be sure that Wu Hao, who looks disgusting at first glance, is the one who bullied Meng Fan before.

He was also the one who made Song Qichen drop out of school.

But why is he here?

Isn't this thing over?

I also came to Song Qichen to do a few tricks!

What else does he want to do!

fuck it!

Du Yan's anger rose in an instant, he quickly stood up straight, his whole body tensed up, and entered a state of alert.

Song Qichen probably sensed Du Yan's anger, and patted his arm lightly.

Then he took out his phone, slowly opened WeChat, opened the blacklist, and showed Wu Hao and the others his phone screen openly.

On the blacklist, Wu Hao and Meng Fan were lying side by side.

Putting the names of these two people together is very funny, Song Qichen doesn't know why, he just wants to laugh.

Wu Hao stared at his screen for a long time, with an indescribably awkward expression on his face. He didn't take a breath until the screen of the phone went black, "So heartless?"

Song Qichen put the phone back in his pocket, "Is there anything else?"

"It's gone," Wu Hao gritted his teeth, "It's gone... that's great, it's gone."

"You said it before," Song Qichen looked into his eyes, and warned in a lowered voice, "after that incident, I will never trouble him again."

He paused, his fingers curled into fists, "I hope you will do what you say."

Song Qichen squeezed very hard, Du Yan could see the protruding blood vessels on the back of Song Qichen's hand, and he was trembling.

Du Yan quietly grabbed his wrist and squeezed it lightly.

He was afraid that Song Qichen would lose control here.

Wu Hao stared at him for a while, probably feeling a little ashamed.He cursed, waved, and took his younger brothers out.

Song Qichen kept staring at them as they went out and disappeared along the street before gradually relaxing.

Du Yan let go of his hand, raised his hand to help him take off his glasses, "Do you want to cry?"

Song Qichen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came back to his senses.

He turned to look at Du Yan, "What?"

"You don't want to cry?" Du Yan pulled a few tissues from the table, and pressed a few times on his eyes indiscriminately, "The eyes are so red, you can go back and cry, I won't tell you... Ah! "

Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked by Song Qichen to silence him.

"What's the matter, you guys?" Brother Zhang frowned and looked at the two facades in front of him, "Just a few customers complained that you two got together to fight."

"What do you call the crowd..." Du Yan muttered in a low voice.

"What are you talking about?" Brother Zhang glanced at Du Yan with sharp eyes.

"It's nothing!" Du Yan shivered in fright, and immediately stood at attention, "I said we knew we were wrong!"

Song Qichen glanced at him in admiration, he really can deeply realize his mistakes anytime, anywhere, this young man.

Pretty thick-skinned.

Brother Zhang sighed, "Forget it, it's nothing serious, who never fought when they were young."

Du Yan laughed, "Listen, brother, you were also romantic when you were young."

"Merry is used like that?" Brother Zhang glared at him, "I don't fight, I'm a civilized person, I watch others fight."

Song Qichen gave Brother Zhang a thumbs up, but he didn't hold back in the end, and laughed wildly with them.