I want this sand sculpture

Ever since Wu Hao came to the store to make a fuss, Song Qichen was in a dull mood until he got off work. With him as the center, the air of "Don't bother me" was filled within a radius of one meter.

He didn't know what the purpose of Wu Hao's trip was, he just wanted to see his jokes?Or something else?

Song Qichen couldn't figure it out, he panicked inexplicably.

Meng Fan contacted him?

When did this happen?

What happened?

Song Qichen's pupils shrank suddenly, and the scene of Meng Fan shouting "I don't want to die" at the top of his lungs that day reappeared in his mind, and that face was distorted by intense fear.

He didn't know what Wu Hao had done to Meng Fan, and he couldn't even imagine it.

He just felt a little powerless and a little sad.

He thought he could save someone, but later found that nothing could be changed, and even pushed him into a more terrifying abyss.

From the moment Wu Hao appeared, Song Qichen felt that he was thrown back into his life three months ago.

The kind that is corrupt, depraved, hopeless, alone, without a voice.

And there's no way to change anything, dark.

"It's off work, do you have a grudge against this table?" Du Yan pressed Song Qichen's arm, and asked him to wipe it twice. There must be a hole in the middle of the table.

Song Qichen stopped his movements, turned his head slowly, and his bewildered eyes regained focus bit by bit.

Du Yan sighed, rubbed his head twice, "What's the matter, I'm here."

Song Qichen was stunned for a long time before nodding his head, and let out a small "hmm" with his nose.

I am here.

The last time I met Meng Fan, he said the same thing.

Song Qichen couldn't describe his current mood, but he wanted to cry again.

What a shame.

The two changed their work clothes, put back on their own clothes, said goodbye to Brother Zhang and prepared to go home.

As soon as he left the store, Du Yan suddenly remembered something, said "wait for me" to Song Qichen, and quickly ran into the mall.

When he came out, he held a huge cotton candy in his hand.

Song Qichen stared at the huge pink cotton candy slamming into his face, completely blocking his sight, and there was only a fluffy pink ball in front of him.

"Eat." Cotton candy, ah, Du Yan said behind the cotton candy.

Song Qichen hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth and took a small bite.

The marshmallow quickly melts in your mouth, turning into a sweet strawberry flavor.

He took another bite, bigger this time, and the marshmallow sank into a small bowl.

Song Qichen held the half-eaten cotton candy and walked side by side on the street with Du Yan.

Instead of going home right away, they wandered aimlessly.

The shopping center is relatively bustling, and the lights are still on after ten o'clock in the evening, and several stores are still open, so it is not too dark.

"What do you think?" Song Qichen asked, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

The two of them walked on the main road, a long street that could not be seen at a glance. The black asphalt pavement flickered under the illumination of the street lamps, and it continued into the distant darkness.

"Huh?" Du Yan didn't understand, and turned his head to look at him.

"What do you think about Wu Hao?" Song Qichen explained.

"Ah," Du Yan said, "I don't have any ideas."

Song Qichen lowered his eyelids and smiled.

"But let me tell you something, don't be angry," Du Yan continued, "I don't think you did it right. For this kind of person, if you don't let him experience being bullied, he will never be bullied." I don't think anyone can handle him."

"You saved one by killing one thousand and harming eight hundred, so what about the rest? Can you guarantee that he will let one go and not find another one?" Du Yan said.

Song Qichen was stunned, he never thought that there would be another Meng Fan.

"Then..." Song Qichen wanted to ask Du Yan what he meant.

"You should have fucked him!" Du Yan yelled with his eyes wide open, "Aren't you pretty good when you beat me up? You hit him! Once you hit him once, twice when you hit him, twice! Until he trembles when he sees you."

Song Qichen was taken aback, and was stunned for a long time. It was only when Du Yan laughed that he realized that this person was making him laugh.

"Hey," Song Qichen couldn't help but also laughed, and poked the marshmallow towards his mouth, "Eat your candy."

"Not depressed anymore?" Du Yan took a bite of candy and asked Song Qichen with a smile.

"I wasn't depressed at all." Song Qichen glanced at him.

"Then why are you scaring me with a black face? Hey, this candy is delicious..." Du Yan took another bite of the candy, his cheeks bulging.

Song Qichen sighed, "Did it scare you?"

"I'm scared, treat me to dinner tomorrow!" Du Yan said.

"Okay." Song Qichen smiled.

After that day, the summer vacation was almost over, and Wu Hao never came to him.

Du Guofeng didn't come to arrest Du Yan either.

During this period, Du Yan and Song Qichen made a total of less than [-] yuan, all of which were stored in Song Qichen's card, and invited Wan Xu and Dahuang to eat two meals.

Half a month before the start of the second year of high school, Du Yan was going back to the rental house in the east of the city to have a look. He was not sure if Du Guofeng had gone to the rental house to guard it, or if he had left any warnings, so he had to go back and deal with it.

"I'll go back to the east of the city tomorrow." Du Yan stood at the door of the bathroom, looking at Song Qichen who was brushing his teeth.

"Huh?" Song Qichen was stunned for a moment, spit out toothpaste foam, and turned to look at him, "Tomorrow?"

Du Yan tapped on the door frame with his fingers, but Song Qichen didn't find it annoying.

"Well," Du Yan nodded, "School will start soon, I have to go back and have a look."

"Oh," Song Qichen turned back to continue brushing his teeth, and said vaguely, "Then you clean up first."

"That," Du Yan scratched at his hair, and after cutting off the red color, the man's flamboyant aura has subsided a lot, "Did you lend me something you don't need?"

Song Qichen glanced at him, then pushed him out of the bathroom with his toothbrush in his mouth.

Du Yan followed behind him, "Hey, just tell me where it is, and I'll find it myself."

Song Qichen didn't look sideways, and walked into his room directly: "It's okay, you wipe the toothpaste foam off the floor."

Du Yan: "...All right."

On the chair in front of the desk was the black schoolbag that Song Qichen usually carried. Song Qichen walked over, picked up the schoolbag and dumped the contents on the chair—a few books, two or three papers, and two fountain pens.

"Use this." Song Qichen handed the emptied schoolbag to Du Yan, turned around and left the room, and went back to the bathroom to continue washing.

Du Yan looked at the bag in his hand, smiled helplessly, bent down to pick up the things Song Qichen had thrown on the chair, and put them on the table one by one.

When unfolding the paper, Du Yan was strongly stimulated.

This stimulation comes from the stark contrast between typical scumbags and typical top students.

Why is it that Song Qichen has time to finish the paper when he also works part-time, eats and sleeps?

why?

Scholar buff?Tsk.

Du Yan left very early the next day. When Song Qichen woke up, Du Yan had already left the west of the city. There was a message from him on his phone.

Du Yan: I'm in the car, so I won't wake you up if you beat me up

The time is 06:30.

Don't you usually sleep well? Why do you wake up so early today when you have to leave?

Song Qichen suppressed the unknown fire rising in his heart, and returned a message to Du Yan.

– got it, let me know when it arrives

Du Yan didn't reply to the message right away, probably because he woke up too early and fell asleep again after getting in the car.

Song Qichen clicked his tongue, dropped his phone, and sat on the sofa in a daze.

The room was unaccustomed to silence.

Du Yan tidied up very cleanly. He folded the thin quilt he had covered and placed it at the end of the sofa. Song Qichen could even see that he also spread the sofa cushions to smooth out the depression made by his sleeping.

Except for the unruly little square quilt, Du Yan didn't seem to have left any trace of his life.

He also took two pairs of his underwear.

Song Qichen was not very happy, a little unhappy.

Especially after he discovered that this "unhappy" emotion came from "Du Yan's departure", he became even more upset.

Didn't you often be alone before, but now that you're used to having someone to accompany you, you're reluctant to let him go?

You have fallen, Song Qichen.

Song Qichen touched his phone unhappily, opened WeChat unhappily, and saw Du Yan still didn't reply to his messages unhappily.

He tilted his body, lay on his back on the sofa, and swiped his finger on the screen twice.

Meng Fan's dialog box stayed a few days ago.

"If you're so worried about that Meng Fan, just ask him if he's okay. Why block him?" That day Du Yan was holding a chicken wing in his mouth, and the chicken wing bones on the table were piled up like a hill, "He didn't do anything wrong, you I didn't do anything wrong, blocking him is the same as you sorry him."

Song Qichen thought for a long time in shock, and pulled Meng Fan out of the blacklist.

After deliberating for a long time, I sent a message that looked very normal.

-Are you OK?

It probably didn't expect Song Qichen to contact him suddenly, and it took a long time before he came back.

Meng Fan: I'm fine. Are you okay? They said you dropped out of school

–Wu Hao didn't bother you?

Meng Fan: No, he hasn't looked for me since I went back to school

-oh

Meng Fan: Did he look for you?

- no it's all right

……

Du Yan is really an amazing person, a magical thick-skinned person, Song Qichen thought so the second before he fell asleep on the sofa again.

Du Guofeng didn't go to the rental house to look for him, and even paid him the living expenses for the next semester, which somewhat surprised Du Yan.

In addition to the accident, it was more ashamed of the fact that he would continue to spend Du Guofeng's money.He wants to be independent, and wants to break away from that man completely, but he can't do it with his current ability.

This made Du Yan very unhappy.

But this is also the fact that he left this home and the money Du Guofeng gave him, and he didn't even have the capital to survive. Even the small house he rented now, he used the living expenses Du Guofeng gave him.

It is okay to work part-time to make money, but it is not a long-term solution, after all, he is still in school.

fidgety fidgety fidgety.

If it was Song Qichen, he wouldn't have to think about these at all, he could stand out with his grades.

What skills does Du Yan have?

Du Yan sat cross-legged on the floor, and it was the first time that he felt an emotion called anxiety because of this temporarily unsolvable problem.

A few days before school started, grandma was finally willing to come back from her little uncle's house to see the left-behind child Song Qichen.

"Come and show me," the old lady smiled and held Song Qichen's hand, "Is my eldest grandson hungry and thin?"

"No," Song Qichen smiled, "Why are you back, is uncle okay?"

"No way, I have to pass after two days," said grandma. "Your little brother is making a lot of noise. I'll bring it back for you to see after the Chinese New Year."

"Then why are you coming back? It's not enough to go back and forth." Song Qichen frowned.

"Aren't you worried about my eldest grandson, who can't cook or wash clothes," the grandma sighed, "Throw yourself here for three months, it's hard."

"I didn't suffer," Song Qichen squeezed grandma's hand, "I'm fine, and I'm not hungry."

"I think I'm hungry, and my chin is pointed." Grandma touched Song Qichen's face distressedly, got up and walked to the kitchen, "Grandma will cook for you, do you think it's a big braised bone?"

"Success," Song Qichen yelled with a smile, "Let's save some oil!"

"Hey!" Grandma responded.