I want this sand sculpture

Du Yan skipped his first class since the second year of high school, jumped into the car and went straight to Song Qichen's house.

After knocking on the door for a long time and no one opened it, Du Yan took out the key to open the door without hesitation, secretly glad that he forgot to return the key to Song Qichen last summer vacation.

"Old Song?" Du Yan gently pushed the door open and called out tentatively, but he didn't get a response.

The curtains in the room were all drawn, the light was very dark and quiet, and Song Qichen was not in the living room.

Du Yan closed the door, walked lightly to the door of Song Qichen's room, and raised his hand to buckle it.

"Old Song, are you in there?" Du Yan asked again, this time he heard the "clang" sound of something falling on the ground inside.

"I'm going in." Du Yan said, and screwed the doorknob.

As expected, Song Qichen didn't lock the door of his room, maybe he didn't expect someone to come to him at this time.

After the door opened, a strong smell of alcohol rushed over, causing Du Yan to frown.

The light in the room was even darker than that of the living room. After Du Yan got used to it for a while, he found Song Qichen in a small space enclosed between the bed and the bookcase.

Song Qichen curled up there quietly, with his head down, his bangs hanging down to cover half of his eyes, so that Du Yan couldn't see his expression clearly, and beside him were scattered beer bottles.

Du Yan walked to the window and opened the curtain with a swish, the sunlight poured into the room instantly.

Song Qichen was not used to the sudden sunlight, he raised his arms to cover his eyes dissatisfied, and took a sip of wine with the bottle.

"Stop drinking." Du Yan said in a hoarse voice, seeing Song Qichen's decadent appearance, he felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

Song Qichen seemed to have just noticed the movement over there. He squinted his eyes and looked at it, his eyes were full of confusion.

His head was in a mess right now, and the alcohol was making him barely able to think.

Song Qichen took a lot of effort to recognize who the person in front of him was, but then he laughed at himself.

How could Du Yan be here? It's just a hallucination.

Du Yan watched the boy sitting on the ground raised his head and smiled, then went back as if he hadn't seen him and continued to pour himself wine, and his anger instantly flared up.

"I'm fucking telling you to stop drinking!" Du Yan rushed over in two or three steps, grabbed the beer bottle from Song Qichen's hand and threw it on the ground, spilling the beer all over the floor.

The sound of the glass bottle colliding with the ground brought Song Qichen back to his senses.

Song Qichen raised his head and stared at the angry boy squatting on the ground in front of him, trying to focus his eyes.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask Du Yan why he wasn't in class, but he sneered habitually, "Are you here to fight?"

Song Qichen's face was pale, with thick dark circles under his eyes.

Du Yan was angry and distressed, he gritted his teeth and pressed Song Qichen's shoulder against the wall, his back hitting the wall made a muffled sound.

The pain finally dispelled some of the alcohol.

"Come on! Hit!" Du Yan roared with a suppressed voice, his whole face was slightly distorted in anger, and the hand clasping Song Qichen's shoulder became more and more forceful.

Song Qichen was taken aback, and weighed the current situation with his remaining rationality. He judged clearly that the chance of defeating Du Yan in this situation was basically zero. He simply closed his eyes and waited for Du Yan's fist. Hit him.

To be honest, Song Qichen really hoped that Du Yan would beat him up. Fighting can at least divert some attention. You don't have to think about who died and who came back to life. You don't have to think about why others are so afraid of you. .

You don't need to think about why Du Yan is here, you don't need to pay attention to your unclear emotions, and you don't need to find a reason for all the problems that cannot be explained.

It's just that the pain doesn't settle on the body as expected.

In the darkness, Song Qichen heard Du Yan sighed softly, then loosened the hand on his shoulder, and then something warm touched his face.

Song Qichen thought it was Du Yan's hand.

The hand was pressed against his left cheek, and the thumb rubbed gently against his lips.

Song Qichen slowly opened his eyes, Du Yan's serious and gentle eyes made him a little overwhelmed, and subconsciously avoided.

"Look at me." Du Yan didn't give him a chance to escape. With a little force, he turned Song Qichen's face so that he could look at him, "Don't bite me."

Song Qichen seemed to be scalded by Du Yan's gaze, his eyelashes trembled in panic, and he didn't dodge again.

"Song Qichen," Du Yan said in a low voice, his tone full of seriousness, "I don't know if I can tell you now, but there are some things I need to let you understand, so I will say it."

Song Qichen stared at him blankly.

"If you have any thoughts after listening, don't tell me, and don't try to drive me away, I won't leave." Du Yan warned him, "Are you listening?"

Song Qichen nodded, he was suddenly nervous and dizzy.

"I know it's tiring to protect myself, but it's even more tiring to protect others," Du Yan said, "Actually, being alive is already tiring enough."

"So I don't want you to control others, and I don't want you to get hurt."

"If you must take care of it, remember to call me with you in the future."

"Don't force yourself to protect others, you can try to rely on me."

"I can protect you."

Du Yan spoke slowly, and Song Qichen felt a little unreal as the warm breath sprayed on the tip of his nose.

He began to tremble uncontrollably, from his fingertips to his eyelashes, the sobriety he had just calmed down disappeared, and Song Qichen's head returned to a blank state.

What is he saying?

protect what?protect me?

Dreaming, for sure.

"The most important thing." Du Yan stretched out his thumb to wipe away the tears from the corners of Song Qichen's eyes, "I like you."

Song Qichen felt that he must have been hallucinating from drinking too much, otherwise how could Du Yan squat in front of him and say that he likes him?How could Du Yan like him.

It's very distressing, casually appearing in other people's dreams, saying some weird words, in this way.

When you wake up, you have to find him for a fight, just hit the ground.

Song Qichen thought about it, and subconsciously raised the corners of his lips.Since it's an illusion, it doesn't matter so much.

Du Yan looked at the young man in front of him in astonishment and smiled strangely after hearing the confession, and then he sank by the collar.

His lips were pressed against something soft.

Song Qichen grabbed Du Yan's clothes and pulled him in front of him, and propped himself up with the other hand on the ground.

He has been thinking about doing this for a long time, Du Yan's non-stop talking is really annoying, it is also so annoying at ordinary times, the sooner he needs to stop it.

Song Qichen kissed Du Yan's lips fiercely, and began to bite under Du Yan's shocked eyes.

The young man's kiss was random, it might not even be called a kiss, he just bit Du Yan's lips aimlessly, more like venting than kissing.

Du Yan didn't move, and let the drunk boy drag him.

Song Qichen's breath enveloped him instantly, and the strong smell of beer permeated between his lips and teeth.

Du Yan thought it might be him who was drunk.

Then get drunk, it was delivered to your door, no wonder he.

Du Yan pressed Song Qichen's shoulders and pushed him to the wall again, lowered his body, kneeled on both sides of Song Qichen with his legs, and kissed him back heavily.

I don't know how long it took, but when Song Qichen couldn't breathe well and wanted to push Du Yan away, Du Yan didn't let go of him.

"You..." Du Yan stood up slowly, trying to calm himself down.

"Shut up." Song Qichen interrupted him, still leaning against the wall in the same position just now.

Du Yan thought he was angry, and couldn't help feeling anxious, squatting down frantically trying to explain.But what he didn't expect was that Song Qichen smiled at him after saying these two words, and fell asleep with his head tilted.

Du Yan: "..."

This is definitely revenge.When Du Yan struggled to drag Song Qichen to bed, cleaned up the bottles all over the floor, and took a mop to clean up the beer on the floor, he deeply suspected that this was Song Qichen's revenge.

In the end, Du Yan tidied up the room and stuffed Song Qichen's half-opened quilt back for him.He hesitated for a while before leaving, and gently pressed a kiss on the forehead of the sleeping man on the bed.

Just once, Du Yan felt his cheeks burn as soon as he touched him, and he left like an electric shock.

Sitting in the car back to the east of the city, Du Yan was still thinking about what happened just now.

He confessed to Song Qichen!

Song Qichen didn't let him go!

Song Qichen even kissed him!

He kissed Song Qichen!

Does this mean... Song Qichen also likes himself a little bit?

Then they have all kissed, does it mean...

They are together?

together!

Du Yan, who deduced this conclusion, couldn't help laughing out loud, which startled the big brother driver in front.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Du Yan smiled and waved to the driver, "You continue to drive."

After the driver stopped looking at him, Du Yan buried his face in the phone and rubbed his face vigorously, then happily took out his phone and clicked on the wechat group of the four of them.

Brother Yan is the most handsome: I'm in love.

Long live Wan Xu:? ? ?

Rhubarb woof woof:? ? ?

Long live Wan Xu: With whom!

Rhubarb woof woof: Which one!

The first handsome brother Yan: I'll tell you later, why don't you send a red envelope first to congratulate?

Long live Wan Xu: I almost forgot

Long live Wan Xu: [Hundred Years of Love]

Rhubarb woof woof: 【Grow old forever】

Satisfied, Du Yan poked open two red envelopes to collect the money from the two brothers (?).

Rhubarb woof woof: Where is Boss Song?He doesn't need to give red envelopes?

Brother Yan's number one handsome: He doesn't need it

Rhubarb woof woof: why?

Brother Yan is the most handsome: because he is sleeping

Rhubarb woof woof: oh oh oh

Wan Xu, who was sitting in Class [-] listening to history, stared at his phone and thought for a long time. He always felt that there was something wrong with this conversation.

Brother Chen is not here, Brother Yan said he was sleeping, Brother Yan is out of order, Brother Chen doesn't need to send red envelopes...

……

Wan Xu: "I seem to know something extraordinary."

Huang Yubin on the side turned to look at him suspiciously, "What?"

Wan Xu swallowed, "You can't understand."

Huang Yubin: "..."

At 12:30 in the middle of the night, Song Qichen, who finally woke up, rubbed his head with a splitting headache and sat up from the bed with difficulty.

Looking at the clean floor and the moonlit windows, he couldn't help but feel a little strange—he should have been drinking in a room with the curtains closed yesterday, but what about the wine...?

Song Qichen fumbled for the phone, looked at the time, and stared at the red 84 on the WeChat icon for a moment.

There are so many messages in the group chat of the four of them? !

Song Qichen rubbed his head again, clicked in and read all the chat records in about 2 minutes.

Song Qichen didn't know what words to use to describe his current mood, the only possibility was that he hadn't woken up yet.

So he poked open the typing box in a daze, and poked the phone screen a few times in a daze.

Song Qi Bu Lai Chen:?