I want this sand sculpture

There were not many people in the hospital. When Du Yan put the patient on the hospital bed to hang the water, he still felt a little deserted, and he didn't even want to find someone to talk to.

He leaned against the bed and stared blankly for a while, Song Qichen had already fallen asleep, his mouth was slightly open and his breathing was not smooth, his frown showed that its owner was not sleeping peacefully.

I really don't know why this person is so good-looking, why everyone I see all day looks like they owe him money.

Du Yan recalled the twisted brows and black face of the man who had just arrived at the hospital, and secretly lamented that he had a really good temper, otherwise anyone who was looked at like this would be beaten up.

After staying for a while and feeling bored, Du Yan finally remembered the purpose of coming today.

Beef Pie.

Glancing at the young man on the bed, Du Yan stretched and slowly walked out of the ward, seeing that he would not be able to wake up for a while. Unexpectedly, he was bumped and staggered as soon as he turned a corner.

Du Yan took two steps back to stabilize his body. Before he could speak, he heard the man on the opposite side preemptively screaming, "You don't have eyes! You bumped into someone and didn't see it!"

Du Yan was taken aback by the yelling, and raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged woman opposite. He was shocked by her unreasonableness and said, "Elder sister, to be honest, if my brain is fine, just now You hit me."

The woman became annoyed at being blocked by Du Yan's words, and her sharp voice dropped a lot: "Who are you scolding for having a brain problem? Are you being unreasonable? People as tall as you are bullying me, right? You dyed your hair red at a young age. It’s not a good thing to look at!”

As he spoke, he was about to reach out and push Du Yan away.

Du Yan was at a loss for words for a while, and was a little stunned by being scolded for no reason, so he subconsciously grabbed the woman's wrist.

The woman froze for a moment, then became angry instantly.

"Oh, you are still beating someone! What are you doing! Come and see, someone is beating someone!" the woman shouted while shoving Du Yan.

"I..." Du Yan wanted to say that I am not me without you, don't talk nonsense, and immediately shut up after seeing the nurses and onlookers who heard the sound.

What the hell is this.

Du Yan let go of the woman's wrist, thinking to himself that middle-aged women can't be offended, quickly said "I'm sorry", and ran out of the hospital before the crowd gathered around.

There was also the sound of cursing and going away.

The episode in the hospital corridor didn't affect Du Yan's mood, he quickly put the matter behind him, thinking about delicious pies.

Because he was not familiar with the terrain, Du Yan walked around for half an hour before finding No. [-] Middle School.

Luckily today, there are still many mushroom and beef pies.Du Yan sandwiched two to go to pay the bill, but after thinking about it, he added two more.

On the way back to the hospital, Du Yan hummed a song all the way, and from time to time whistled to one or two children playing by the side of the road... Then he left gracefully under the angry eyes of the children's parents.

When Du Yan returned to the ward, Song Qichen had already woken up, but he still seemed in a bad mood.

He was half leaning on the bed, inserting the needle with one hand, and typing on the phone with the other, his eyes were drooping, and his lips were slightly pursed.The light came in from the window and spread over half of the boy's face, covering him with a layer of warm and gentle yellow fur.

But the strength he pressed on the phone was not gentle.

Du Yan felt that he could crush the phone and throw it out of the window in a second.

He shrugged, took two steps and sat down next to Song Qichen, took out a pie from the recycle paper bag and took a bite.

Du Yan's eyes lit up, it's really fucking delicious.

The pie is not very big, but it is quite thick. The skin is thin and the filling is full of meat. The most important thing is that there is gravy in it. Take a bite and the full flavor of beef mixed with the unique fragrance of shiitake mushrooms permeates the mouth.

Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder Du Qingqing likes to eat so much, the little girl knows how to enjoy life.

Du Yan took two more bites before he remembered that there was another person beside him who was as hungry as him. He took out two independent pies from the paper bag and handed them to Song Qichen, shaking them under his eyes.

"Here, it's hot." Du Yan said.

"..." Song Qichen was stunned for a moment, stopped typing, looked up at Du Yan, hesitated for a while before finally getting the paper bag, "Thank you."

His voice was hoarse due to the lack of water in his throat.

Song Qichen woke up half an hour ago, and the nurse had come to change the hanging bottle for him before that.

The fever was almost gone, Song Qichen felt that he was in good condition, and he looked around but didn't see the half-red-haired boy who sent him here.

Probably left, he thought.

Song Qichen wanted to leave after pulling out the needle and paying the money. He just had a fever, and he would be fine by taking some medicine.

But halfway through the quilt, he hesitated again, where can he go now?

go to school?Going to school will only make it more difficult for him and the teacher in charge, besides, he should not be a student of No. [-] Middle School now.

go home?Grandma is still at home, and I don't know how to explain him not going to school.

It's fucking annoying.

Song Qichen lay back down again and began to let himself go.

The phone that lasted all night with only 20.00% battery life vibrated in my pocket.

Song Qichen reached out his hand to take out his mobile phone, and when he saw the person who sent the message, his frown, which had been flattened with great difficulty, frowned again, and that kind of irritability and confusion once again entangled him.

Wu Hao: I heard you dropped out of school?

Wu Hao: Oh, I really didn’t expect this to happen.

Wu Hao: Sorry bro, you know me too, right?

Wu Hao: How are you doing now?What are you going to do next?I can't go back to No. [-] Middle School, right?

Wu Hao: That family is so fucking annoying, wait until he gets out of the hospital and give you a good beating to calm you down

Wu Hao: The school is really good, how can a top student like you just drop out of school?

Wu Hao: You won't be angry, will you?But it's really my fault, I'm sorry

Wu Hao: So, if you come out someday to have a drink and discuss what to do, I can't leave you alone, right?

Wu Hao: Hey, squeak

……

Looking at the series of ironic messages on the screen that kept coming out, Song Qichen was so annoyed that he wanted to turn off the phone.

- No, you said, we're done

Wu Hao: Come on, brother Chen, there is nothing serious between brothers

- never been your brother

Wu Hao: Fuck, it hurts me to say that, you are making trouble with me

-No

Wu Hao: Then what the hell do you want to do?

-nothing dealing with you

Wu Hao: Don't give you shame and shame, who are you going to show the score to, I don't know what kind of person you are?

Song Qichen was holding the phone, his white and bony hands were bulging with veins.

- Don't worry about who the hell I am.

What did Wu Hao say again? Song Qichen didn't look at it carefully, he only knew that he was very angry, his eyes turned black and golden flowers exploded, the kind of anger that he could hardly suppress.

He didn't pay attention when Du Yan came in, and he tapped his phone fiercely. If Wu Hao was in front of him now, he would probably be beaten into the ICU next door.

It wasn't until a hand stretched out in front of him, holding a paper bag in it and shaking it at him, that the anger that rushed to Song Qichen's forehead barely subsided.

He froze for a moment, looked up at the young man who was gnawing on the pie in front of him with a calm face, and took a few seconds before he took the paper bag.

- I said it, we're done.

-Trouble me again at your own peril.

Pressed these words, sent, didn't care what Wu Hao said, and clicked block directly.

Song Qichen suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, as if all those bad things were blocked with Wu Hao.

After the anger and uneasiness dissipated, there were some inexplicable emotions. When Song Qichen bit the pie and occasionally caught a glimpse of the lazy boy with his head down and swiping his phone, he felt a little unsure what it was.

This person is very strange.

Song Qichen met someone like him for the first time.

The second time they met, they were sent to the hospital by this person, and they bought him breakfast, and they didn't even know each other.

His feverish head was not awake, and he forgot even the embarrassment for a while.

The messy emotions mixed together, Song Qichen felt the corners of his eyes a little sore, like lying at home after a fight with injuries all over his body, feeling very aggrieved.

Song Qichen cursed secretly in his heart, it would be really embarrassing to cry in front of strangers.

He blinked hard, trying to hide these inexplicable emotions.

However, he ignored the enthusiastic citizen Mr. Du sitting next to him.

Mr. Du slapped Song Qichen's head with his big hand, feeling good, rubbed it again, cleared his throat, and thought about his words: "Where is there no fragrant grass in the end of the world, why bother to fall in love with a single flower, brother, look away, It's no big deal to lose love. You think rabbits don't eat grass by the side of the nest, eh, it seems wrong to use it here... But believe me, brother, there are no hurdles in life that you can't go through..."

Song Qichen couldn't swallow a mouthful of the pie and choked. It took him a long time to realize that this person thought he was broken in love.

With a complex expression, he raised his hand and patted away the hands that were still rubbing on his head, stared at Du Yan, and calmed his voice: "Are you quite experienced?"

The voice is still a little hoarse.

Du Yan shook the hand that was slapped, and felt a little guilty when he stared at him, but he still touched his handsome face in an extremely cool way, raised his chin, and looked arrogantly: "Look at my face, brother , take a closer look, do I look like someone with few girlfriends?"

"Oh," Song Qichen raised his voice cooperatively, pretending to be amazed, "It's not like that."

"That's right." Song Qichen's exclamation was obviously very useful to Du Yan, and he wanted to say something to comfort the pitiful looking frustrated boy in front of him.

He didn't say it, though, because the phone rang untimely.

Du Yan glanced at the caller ID, stunned for a moment, and pressed the answer button: "Hello..."

"Brother Yan, where are you?!"

Du Yan's "Hello" was only half a tone, and Huang Yubin's loud voice on the other end of the phone was transmitted along the radio, causing his eardrums to hurt.

"I'm sick, can you keep your voice down?" Du Yan held the phone away from his ears.

"Ah... hey, where are you? Brother Dong came to the class to check people out of nowhere today!" Huang Yubin cooperatively lowered the volume, his tone still hurried.

"Didn't he have class this morning?" When Du Yan saw that Huang Yubin was on the phone, he also guessed that there should be some urgent matter, for example, which little brother got into a fight with someone and asked him to help hold the scene, etc. No matter, otherwise Rhubarb would not call directly.

But he really didn't expect it to be Dong Ge. Among the people who are the only ones that Du Yan is afraid of in No. [-] Middle School, one is his head teacher, Dong Yan.

Actually, it’s not that he’s afraid, Dong Yan is the most special teacher he’s ever met.He is in his twenties this year, not long after graduation, and he is the head teacher for the first time.Maybe it's because he's too young, he doesn't have the old teacher who hates iron and steel all day long, although his temper is a bit grumpy, but he is really kind to these adolescent boys, Du Yan and the others can feel it.

Dong Yan treats them sincerely, and of course the people in the class also treat Dong Yan sincerely, and they don't cause trouble if they can.

"It's because he doesn't have class, but no one said he won't come to school." Huang Yubin suppressed his voice again, "Anyway, you hurry up, Brother Dong just asked where you were, and I told him that you were in a hurry to go to the bathroom."

"Fuck, why didn't you say that I drowned in the fountain by the door? I'm fucking in the west of the city!" Du Yan was speechless for a while, "Can you have some brains?"

"You didn't tell me where you've been...you're an idiot, you go to the bathroom for four or ten minutes." Huang Yubin couldn't help but chuckled twice, "Then I'll drag you here first, hurry up Yes, don't be fooled."

"Oh, I didn't..." Before Du Yan could say the word "wave", the other end had already hung up the phone, leaving him with a cold busy tone, "Fuck."

Song Qichen bit the pie and looked at the young man with an unpredictable face in front of him with some amusement. He hung up the phone and stared at the screen for a long time without moving. He stood up and reached out to pat him on the shoulder, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Ah..." Du Yan recovered from the state of thinking about whether Huang Yubin hadn't been educated for too long recently, which made him dare to hang up his phone. Seeing the needle still stuck in the back of Song Qichen's hand, he pointed, "Your hand?" There are needles on it."

"Oh, it's okay." Song Qichen glanced at the back of his hand, raised his other hand and pulled off the needle neatly, and walked out with his long legs, "Let's go, I'll take you out."

"Hey, that's cool." Du Yan followed Song Qichen out, sighed and gave him a thumbs up. After all, he himself is a person who usually asks for a lie when he sneezes and goes home seriously ill.

Song Qichen walked quickly, and Du Yan followed after a few steps away, lowering his head and swiping his phone. When he was approaching the door, Du Yan accidentally fell on the back of Song Qichen's head, grinning in pain.

"Hey, what are you..." Du Yan raised his head while rubbing his forehead, and found that the person in front stopped at some point, and when he looked forward, he suddenly fell silent consciously.

Song Qichen froze there stiffly, in front of him was a boy whose arms and legs were all in plaster, and his head was wrapped in a bandage.

After a long time, the boy said, "Brother Chen."

The voice trembled slightly.

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