I want this sand sculpture

"By the way, you said you went to find Wu Hao?" Song Qichen stood on the bus and leaned against the pillar at the door.

Song Qichen originally wanted to take a taxi back to school, but Du Yan was unwilling and insisted on taking the bus. He liked the intimacy of a small piece of world belonging to two people among the crowded crowd.

However, the sky failed, and there were not many people on the bus from the west of the city to the east of the city in the morning.

But Song Qichen rarely fulfilled Du Yan's wish, standing in the empty car.Du Yan grabbed the pillar behind him with one hand, and supported the back of the chair in front of him with the other, forcing a small space.

Du Yan followed him and moved his steps, "Yes."

"How to say?" Song Qichen frowned slightly.

"I didn't say anything, I took a slap in the face." Du Yan said indifferently, "Didn't I tell you before, to deal with this kind of person, you have to get his clothes."

Song Qichen: "..." You were not fucking joking.

"Leave him alone, I was so scared that I trembled when I saw it." Du Yan raised the corner of his lips and showed a smirk, and leaned closer to Song Qichen's face, "Who cares about your boyfriend?"

Song Qichen raised his eyelids to look at Du Yan's flushed face, then passed him to glance at the people in the car, and finally pushed Du Yan's face away with his hand, "Brother Yan, be careful in public."

"Tsk." Du Yan looked away from the window in dissatisfaction, and hummed happily after a while.

As expected, Du Yan and Song Qichen were late.

"Turn it over?" Du Yan tilted his head to look at Song Qichen and raised his eyebrows.

Song Qichen rolled his eyes, jumped onto the wall, and answered him with practical actions.

Then they meet Director Chen behind the wall.

Song Qichen: "..."

Du Yan: "... Good morning, teacher."

Director Chen's face was dark, his eyes glanced back and forth between the two of them, and he finally cleared his throat, "Don't jump over the wall if you are sick, and fall again."

Song Qichen was stunned for a moment, but didn't realize what Director Chen was saying.

Du Yan quietly reached out and tugged Song Qichen's back hem, "I know Teacher, I will watch him."

Song Qichen: ...?

"You look at me even more worried," Director Chen glared at him, then waved his hand, "Okay, let's go, morning reading is over."

"You said I was sick?" Song Qichen didn't realize until he walked up to the second floor.

"Why are you so stupid today?" Du Yan smiled and patted Song Qichen's head, feeling good, and rubbed it a few more times.

Song Qichen slapped the hands on his head, and said expressionlessly: "When did you pass the physics and when did you say this sentence?"

"I passed last time!" Du Yan withdrew his hand in dissatisfaction, and lowered his voice, "Boyfriends can't even touch their heads?"

"..." Song Qichen sighed, "I'm used to it."

After speaking, he quickly glanced around to make sure that no one nearby could see them, then leaned close to Du Yan's ear, and gently brushed his earlobe with his lips, "You have to let me get used to it."

Song Qichen's voice was still a little hoarse, and he got into Du Yan's ear with heat, causing him to feel an electric shock from his ears to his fingers, his brain froze immediately, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

Song Qichen raised the corners of his lips and withdrew his body, looking at Du Yan's instantly reddened face with satisfaction.

Only now did Du Yan realize that Song Qichen had tricked him, and he threatened viciously: "You wait for me."

"Okay." Song Qichen raised his eyebrows with a smile.

Du Yan and Song Qichen returned to the classroom, greeted the Chinese teacher and walked to their seats.

When Song Qichen sat down, he noticed that Wu Cheng's back was visibly stiff.

"What are you going to do?"

Du Yan blocked the book and handed Song Qichen a note.

I used to see Du Yan's handwriting just like that. It's not very good-looking, but it's much better than ordinary scumbags. Today, when I look at it, it has a strong sense of beauty out of thin air. It looks like someone who can draw!

Sure enough, falling in love makes people blind, Song Qichen despised himself in his heart while picking up a pen to write on the note.

"no idea"

"real?"

"Really, I don't want to have anything to do with this anymore."

"Just like I thought, we two really have a soulmate, a perfect match!"

When Song Qichen saw the words on the note, he almost choked himself to death. He gave Du Yan a complicated look, and lowered his head to write.

"There is a heart, don't be ashamed"

"Oh"

I don't know what Du Yan did to Wu Hao. Anyway, he beat his brother. Song Qichen was ready to spend the next two years of high school with Wu Cheng without disturbing each other. In fact, he didn't bother him It has no effect either.

I thought it was over like this, but Wu Cheng, who was trembling even talking to him, took the initiative to find him and asked Song Qichen to go to the rooftop between classes.

"Fuck," Du Yan whispered in Song Qichen's ear, "He won't ask you for a fight, will he? I beat his brother, and he wants to beat you for revenge."

"He doesn't want to fight with me even if he has a little brain." Song Qichen glanced at Du Yan as if he was mentally retarded, and silently pushed his head away, "Let's start a little bit, I'll listen to the class."

"Tsk." Du Yan withdrew his head, pretending to flip through the textbook in front of him that didn't contain a single word except the name, "Seriously, if he makes a move, don't be polite to him, don't care if you take your temper or not, someone hurts you It won't work."

Song Qichen's heart trembled, and he habitually hooked his mouth arrogantly, "It's okay, if he's not crazy, he won't do anything."

"It's really..." Du Yan just felt relieved, when he suddenly thought of something, and lay down next to Song Qichen's ear again, frowning anxiously, "Then he won't be interested in you?! Fuck! No way." No, I have to warn you first..."

"Shut up!" Song Qichen couldn't bear it anymore, "Do you think everyone is like you?"

Du Yan curled his lips, but he was obviously much happier because of Song Qichen's words, "Not necessarily, if he dares to think anything about you, I'll break his leg."

Song Qichen ignored him and concentrated on his class.

Wu Cheng in front suddenly trembled, feeling a dark wind blowing behind him.

Illusion, illusion.

Classmate Wu Cheng comforted himself, and then thought about how to tell Song Qichen later.

During the class break, under Song Qichen's repeated warnings, Du Yan reluctantly agreed not to go to the rooftop with him, nor would he secretly follow him there.

"Call me immediately if he behaves abnormally." Du Yan said while tugging at Song Qichen's school uniform sleeve.

Song Qichen wanted to knock the man's head open to see if it contained soy milk or chalk powder. He pulled his clothes back with all his strength, smiled gently at Du Yan, "I'll beat you again."

Du Yan: "..."

What should I do if my boyfriend always wants to beat me up? I'm waiting online.

When Wu Cheng made a ninety-degree vertical bow in front of him, Song Qichen was dumbfounded.

"Brother Chen," Wu Cheng maintained a bent posture, buried his head very low, and his voice did not tremble, "I'm really sorry, I know what my brother did to you and Meng Fan, I apologize to you on his behalf .”

Song Qichen stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say.

"That phone call that day," Wu Cheng said with some difficulty, lowering his head even lower, "I didn't know about you at that time, my brother lied to me that you were brothers, so I thought..."

Song Qichen didn't make a sound, and listened quietly to Wu Cheng's words.

"I don't want to explain anything, and I don't expect you to forgive me," Wu Cheng said, "I misunderstood you before, and now I know that you are a very good person. The harm my brother caused to you cannot be repaired, but I still have to apologize to you."

"I'm sorry, Brother Chen."

After this passage was finished, there was a long silence on the rooftop, only the sound of the wind blowing past and hitting the wall.

I don't know how long it took before Song Qichen walked over and patted Wu Cheng's shoulder, and said unnaturally: "It's okay."

Song Qichen never blamed Wu Cheng, nor did he think he had anything to do with this matter, let alone Wu Cheng would come to apologize to him.Song Qichen was not good at dealing with such situations, but at this moment he wished that Du Yan was here.

"It doesn't matter about you," Song Qichen cleared his throat, "Wu Hao's biggest harm is not to me, but to Meng Fan."

Wu Cheng straightened up and said anxiously: "Then..."

"Don't go," Song Qichen pinched his fingers unconsciously, "He probably doesn't want to see your brother."

Wu Cheng's eyes darkened, "Well, I'm sorry."

"Say it has nothing to do with you," Song Qichen snorted, "Wu Hao is Wu Hao, you are you, I see Wu Hao going up to beat him, see you won't, this is the difference, do you understand?"

"Oh..." Wu Cheng nodded in a daze.

"Don't force other people's faults on yourself." Song Qichen left such a sentence, turned around and walked out of the rooftop quickly.

He felt embarrassed staying there for another second.

After a while, Wu Cheng smiled at Song Qichen's back, "Well, thank you."

"What did he tell you?"

As soon as Song Qichen returned to the classroom, to be precise, he reached the first floor when he was blocked by Du Yan at the door.

"I didn't say anything." Song Qichen wanted to bypass him and enter the classroom.

"I don't believe it," Du Yan stopped him again, "Don't go in unless you tell me."

Hearing this, Song Qichen stopped his movements, crossed his arms and squinted his eyes, "Physical education next."

Du Yan: "..."

Tuesday's physical education class is not held together with Wen Er, which creates an excellent opportunity for Du Yan.

Du Yan pulled Song Qichen to the corner of the stand, held down his wrist to keep him from moving, "Will you tell me?"

Song Qichen had already seen that Du Yan didn't really want to know what Wu Cheng said to him, so he was in a good mood to accompany him to make trouble, "What can you do if I don't tell you?"

Du Yan lowered his voice dangerously: "Don't tell me? I'll fucking kiss you to death."

"Brother Yan," Song Qichen leaned back, leaned on the upper step, and stretched his legs relaxedly, "Don't have the guts to say you don't have the guts to do it."

Du Yan looked at the young man with golden rims shining in the sun in front of him, Song Qichen was as lazy as a cat basking in the sun, squinting his eyes comfortably, his reddish thin lips slightly parted, making Du Yan's heart itch.

I really want to kiss!

Why is this person so good-looking!

That group of girls on the side of the playground passed by eight times in 10 minutes, don't think I can't see it!You are coveting the beauty of my dusty family!

Ahhh, is it a crime to hide your boyfriend?

When Du Yan's brain circuit turned 780 times and he couldn't pull it back, a voice that sounded extremely unpleasant to him interrupted his wild thoughts.

"Brother Chen!" Wu Cheng walked over from the other side of the stand, holding a bag in his hand, "Drink water?"

Song Qichen turned his head and saw the person coming, he hesitated for a moment and stretched out his hand, "Thank you."

Wu Cheng panted heavily and ran close. He took out a bottle of misty Coke from his bag and handed it to Song Qichen, grinning at him, "You're welcome."

After speaking, he ran away, as if he came here specially to deliver a bottle of water to Song Qichen.

Du Yan looked at Wu Cheng running away in shock, and Song Qichen who opened the bottle cap and started to drink Coke very naturally, and suddenly felt a huge sense of crisis, "What did you say on the rooftop?!"

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