I want this sand sculpture

Song Qichen was silent.

From Du Yan's angle, he couldn't see Song Qichen's expression, but only noticed that he trembled slightly when he heard the boy speak, and clenched his fists tightly.

The boy yelled and didn't speak again. They just stayed in a stalemate, and the atmosphere was a little tense.

These two must have had a festival.Du Yan didn't know what happened, and he couldn't care about other people's affairs, but judging from his years of experience in the world, there must be something wrong.

Du Yan just wanted to say that the two of you slowly watched me go back to school first, and my homeroom teacher had to go to the toilet to get me later, but before I said it, I heard the voice of the unreasonable elder sister just now: "What are you doing here?! "

The woman rushed up and pushed Song Qichen away, staring at him with red eyes: "What are you trying to do again?! Are you going to hit someone? I tell you that if you appear in front of my son again, I will call the police!"

"Mom, it's not..." The boy wanted to say something.

"Shut up!" the woman yelled, and stretched out her finger to Song Qichen, her fingertips trembling with anger, "Get out! Get out!"

Song Qichen didn't speak the whole time. After hearing the woman's shout, he raised his legs and walked out. He walked faster than before without looking back.

Du Yan glanced at the mother and son, whistled meaningfully, and followed Song Qichen before the woman started to scold him.

Song Qichen didn't speak along the way, he pursed his lips, his face was so dark that Du Yan felt that seeing him smiling in the ward was an illusion.

Although he was a little curious about what happened, Du Yan didn't ask. He is not someone who casually asks people what they don't want to talk about.Besides, even if he knew, his words would not work in the west of the city.

Besides, they didn't know each other.

Du Yan shrugged, crossed his hands behind his head, and followed Song Qichen to the side of the road.

Another moment of silence.

Du Yan turned on his mobile phone and called for a car, and the car arrived soon.

After getting in the car, he rolled down the window and waved to Song Qichen: "I forgot to say that you are really ugly with a face. Goodbye by fate, poor little boy."

Du Yan spoke so fast that Song Qichen didn't understand what he said all at once.

Song Qichen subconsciously waved at the farther and farther taxi, and didn't react until the car turned into a small dot: "Fuck?"

Poor boy?

Song Qichen gritted his teeth and decided to beat him up next time.

It was almost 09:30 in the morning, Song Qichen didn't know where to go, so he strolled along the road, walked to the artificial lake and lay down on the railing in a daze.

He began to think about the life he spent in fighting and absenteeism in the short ten years.

He didn't know if the way he had handled things was right, anyway, he never regretted it.

Song Qichen raised his head slightly, squinting his eyes towards the sun, the wind blew his bangs up, exposing his smooth forehead.

"We're disappointed in you."

Go to hell.

Very comfortable today.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally took out his mobile phone and called the head teacher.

You have to be responsible for your own future, this is what my mother used to say.

The homeroom teacher didn't expect Song Qichen to contact him, so he couldn't speak clearly, so he finally asked Song Qichen to go to school to talk face to face in the afternoon.

The head teacher is surnamed Liu, a very kind middle-aged man with a big belly. Because he talks too much, everyone in the class calls him "Grandma Liu" behind his back.

Song Qichen didn't like the title very much, so he simplified it and called it "Old Liu".

Song Qichen stood in front of the former head teacher, a little dazed, feeling that the current situation was unreal, he never thought that one day he would be persuaded to leave by the school.

"Sit down," Mr. Liu pushed the chair next to him, "I still have something to say."

Song Qichen nodded and sat down as he wanted.He thought that he could leave after he made it clear that he had dropped out of school and signed, but now Mr. Liu's attitude made him elusive again.

"I'm asking you, you answer me honestly." Mr. Liu looked at him.

"En." Song Qichen replied, he probably guessed what he would be asked.

"You hit someone?" Sure enough, the former class teacher did not disappoint him.

Without any hesitation, Song Qichen nodded: "Yes."

The head teacher didn't speak, just stared at him for a while, and finally sighed.

"You young people, you are too impulsive to do things." Mr. Liu took a sip of tea from the thermos cup, "You are young, you have never encountered any major incidents, and you think directly about everything. How do you say that? Speak with strength right?"

Song Qichen looked at him, not quite understanding what he wanted to say.

"Don't you just talk about this reasoning, whoever is good will listen to him, and whoever is awesome is the boss?" Mr. Liu smiled.

Song Qichen looked at him even more bewilderedly.

"Actually, we as teachers can understand what you think, and we were young." Mr. Liu continued, "But what I want to tell you is that strength is not violence, and strength is not only about fighting. There are many things. There is not only one solution, do you understand?"

Song Qichen nodded.

"Although that's what I said, but if you make a mistake, you are wrong. You have to learn to take responsibility. No matter what path you take in the future, this matter will always be a black spot in your life, which cannot be erased. Do you understand? "

"I understand." Song Qichen said.

"That's good," Mr. Liu took another sip of tea, "You are still young, and there is more than one path in life, and there is more than one school. Tell me the truth, do you plan to continue studying?"

"...Mmm." Song Qichen hesitated for a moment, but still nodded.

"Okay," Mr. Liu seemed relieved, and leaned back in his chair, "I'm just afraid that you don't want to go to school. Just because of your grades, there are many schools out there vying for it."

Song Qichen was taken aback again, "But..."

"I know you are worried about dropping out of school," Mr. Liu waved his hand, "You know the No. [-] Middle School? The No. [-] Middle School in the east of the city, I used to be classmates with their principal. I called him last night, and he had to help me no matter what. This is a favor. Inviting him to dinner in two days is just a good time to catch up on the past."

Song Qichen stared, not knowing what to say.

"But after all, you have committed a serious crime, and you still have to recite it. The Second High School has considered for a long time to agree to accept you. You probably need to report criticism for a while when you go there." Old Liu paused, "Be careful in the future. , don’t make any more trouble.”

"Yes." Song Qichen agreed.

"Well, let me tell them, prepare for your transfer as soon as possible, don't delay the course," Old Liu narrowed his eyes and smiled, "It should be next week."

"Okay, thank you." Song Qichen was very moved and surprised, he didn't expect that the class teacher who he thought he didn't have much friendship with could do this for him.

He wanted to ask why, but he swallowed the words again.

Forget it, don't ask.

"Okay, okay, I know you can't talk. If you have nothing to do, go to class and tidy up, and keep your temper in the future." Liu Lao instructed.

Song Qichen nodded, stood up, and when he walked to the door, he heard Elder Liu sigh again, and said softly: "I know you haven't told me the truth, although I don't know what's going on with you, but I think you are a good boy. "

He paused for a moment when he pulled the doorknob, and then returned to normal.

Without saying anything, he opened the door and walked out.

The corners of the eyes are a little bitter.

Song Qichen returned to the class, trying to put away the confiscated things.

As soon as he stood at the door, the lively class suddenly quieted down.Song Qichen sighed, and walked to his seat in the silence.

The classmates who used to be in the same class lowered their heads to do their own things, and occasionally chatted with the people around them in a low voice, or secretly looked up at him and then looked away immediately.

Only at this time can he truly realize how deterrent he is, or how bad his reputation is.

It doesn't look that scary.

Is it really ugly when you pull your face?

Song Qichen silently picked up a corner of his schoolbag, and put the books inside one by one—his textbooks are neat, his notes are serious, and his handwriting is neat. This is probably the only thing that shows that he is a top student.

"Yo, Song Xueba."

Hearing the familiar half-sarcasm, half-contemptuous voice, Song Qichen frowned and looked up at the door.

Sure enough, Wu Hao did not know when he came over, he was leaning on the door frame and looking at him with his chin up and his eyes hanging, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Song Qichen didn't speak, and after glancing at him, he lowered his head and continued to collect things, and the atmosphere sank a bit.

The classmates in the class gasped, for fear that the two of them would fight here.

Wu Hao is the orthodox school bully of the No. [-] Middle School. He was nicknamed Wu Ritian, one level above Song Qichen.

Wu Ritian has a group of social friends outside the school, relying on them to run rampant in the school, he feels that he is arrogant but has no real skills, and he is usually keen on collecting protection fees and bullying his classmates.

Originally, such a person had nothing to do with Song Qichen, but Song Xueba was so good-looking that he caused quite a stir when school first started, and after class, a circle of girls would chatter and watch him.Within a few days, the news of a junior high school freshman among the freshmen spread to the second and third year of high school. Wu Ritian's girlfriend also heard about it, and immediately dragged a group of younger sisters across half of the campus to see him.

After seeing the person, the words of the white-clothed boy, tall and cold, and male god were deeply imprinted in Luo Xin's mind.

Song Qichen was sitting by the window in a white shirt and looked down at a book that day, when he heard the movement, he glanced at her.It didn't matter at first glance, she was so fascinated, he just felt that he had met the right man, broke up with Wu Ritian when he went back, and turned around and launched a fierce pursuit of Song Xueba.

Wu Hao, who was dumped inexplicably, was of course upset, and when he knew the reason, he became even more furious. He had to think that Song Qichen had cheated on him, and directly took the two of them to block Song Qichen at the back door of No. [-] Middle School.

But he didn't expect that Song Qichen, who seemed ignorant of the world, was so good at fighting, he didn't get hurt at all when he hit three with one.

Moreover, this person has an extremely irritable temper, and he belongs to the type who can move his hands but never speaks. After blocking him, he didn't say anything, and Song Qichen over there greeted him with a wave of his fist.

In the end, Wu Hao gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think Luo Xin really likes you? She just wants to play around because you look good."

Song Qichen was taken aback for a moment, thought for a while, and asked hesitantly, "Who is Luo Xin?"

"..."

Later, the story of Song Qichen beating Wu Ritian spread out in No. [-] Middle School. He dared to beat Wu Ritian and nothing happened. The male god school grass quickly turned into the second school bully, and the limelight seemed to be able to overwhelm Wu Hao.

Wu Hao was getting more and more upset, they had made a knot, even though he did it unilaterally, Song Qichen didn't want to talk about it at all.

For the next half a year or so, Wu Hao kept finding trouble with Song Qichen for various reasons, and caused him a lot of trouble. Wu Hao picked most of Song Qichen's fights in the past six months.

There were too many fights, too many skipped classes, and his reputation was getting worse and worse. As for the rumors that spread out, he didn't care.

Until Song Qichen packed his schoolbag and walked to the door, Wu Hao still leaned against the door frame and stared at him, his posture unchanged.

Wu Hao is shorter than Song Qichen, dark and thin, so he looks a little funny with his body crooked like this.

"Let's go." Song Qichen said, he looked ahead and didn't even have a glimpse of Wu Hao.

Wu Hao didn't speak, but grinned even more, and stretched out his hand as a gesture of please.

When Song Qichen passed by, he stretched out his leg and tripped.

But didn't get stuck.

Song Qichen quickly raised his legs and stepped over, chuckled, and walked out of the corner with his schoolbag in his hands.

"Fuck | Your uncle!" Wu Hao, who had suffered another blow, lifted his foot to kick the door frame, and stared in the direction Song Qichen was walking, "We'll see what the fuck is up to!"

Three days later, Song Qichen received a call from the teaching director of No. [-] Middle School. The basic procedures have been completed, and there are still some details that need to be handled by him.

No. [-] Middle School is far away, and it takes [-] minutes to go there by bus. He simply packs up, packs his schoolbag and goes out.

Grandma is not at home. My uncle's son was born two days ago, and the old man is in a hurry to take care of him. He should stay at his uncle's house for a while.Before leaving, he left the bank card to him, which contained the money that his parents called him regularly.

Yesterday, I briefly told my grandma about transferring to another school, which saved me from fighting to persuade him to quit. The old man didn't ask any more questions, but just asked Song Qichen to take care of himself.

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans today, the ankles were folded up, revealing a slender and white ankle.

Song Qichen didn't go out for the past few days, and lived on instant noodles at home. He ate, slept, woke up, and ate again. He was very depressed. He once thought he was going to die at home.

The light outside made him a little uncomfortable.

Take a few deep breaths and temporarily bury the suppressed emotions.

It's just May, and it's a bit hot and dry in early summer.

There were not many people on the bus, and the car was a bit stuffy without the air conditioner turned on.Song Qichen picked a seat by the window and sat down, dragging his hand and looking at the passing scenery outside in a daze.

He thought about it, took out his phone from his pocket, clicked on the social software, swipe to find an avatar, hesitated for a while, and then clicked on the dialog box to send a message.

- I have transferred to No. [-] Middle School, and I will arrive today.

It's really hot today, Song Qichen squinted his eyes.

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