I want this sand sculpture

Brother Zhang's shop is still as popular as ever.

Song Qichen and Du Yan sat by the window, waiting for Brother Zhang to come and serve them food in person.

"Hey," Brother Zhang sat down next to Du Yan with a tray on his buttocks. Du Yan could only lean in and leave half a table for him. How difficult is this business to do."

Brother Zhang said while putting the food in the tray on the table.

"I didn't see it." Du Yan scanned the slightly crowded store and said honestly.

"Fart!" Brother Zhang glared at him, "When you two are around, half of this person is standing!"

Du Yan grinned, not really wanting to continue this topic.

"Seriously," Brother Zhang stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his body, "Do you really not consider coming for another month during the winter vacation? Give you a raise."

"No," Song Qichen rejected him very decisively, "I have to study."

"... Oh." Brother Zhang shrugged and left with the tray.

Watching Brother Zhang enter the back kitchen, Song Qichen's face instantly collapsed.

He picked up the chopsticks to stir the mutton noodles in front of him, and casually picked the chopped green onions.

They may have a lot to do this holiday season.

Du Yan is going to face Du Guofeng, and it is still unknown how this matter will end.

As for Song Qichen, he didn't know how to help him.

But there is one thing he can be sure of, that Du Yan can't fight alone.

"Want to eat pancakes?" A hand was stretched out in front of her, with her thumb and forefinger pinching the fragrant shiitake mushroom beef pancake.

Song Qichen was stunned for a moment, he raised his head, and the owner of his hand was looking at him leisurely with his chin resting on his face.

"What are you looking at me for? Eat it." Du Yan moved his arms and brought the pie to his mouth.

The crispy skin touches the lips, and the residue falls a little on the table.

"Look at you." Song Qichen opened his mouth and took a bite, snatching the cake from Du Yan's hand.

Du Yan bent his eyes and smiled, bowed his head and started eating.

The meal was unusually silent.In fact, they have been silent for nearly an hour since they walked out of the dormitory and took a taxi to the west of the city.

They all knew what they were about to face when they went back, but they hadn't figured out how to deal with it yet.

The afternoon sun was very good this afternoon, and the entire west of the city was bathed in non-glare light.

The old north wind in winter has been blowing for too long, and the residents enjoy the rare good weather, and they take out the sheets and bedding at home and hang them on the ropes they set up.

On the low wall, there are cats curled up to bask in the sun.

In front of the bus stop, two teenagers stood side by side waiting for the bus.

There are not many people going out at this time, and the small stop sign seems a bit empty.

"I'll go with you." Song Qichen said, this was the second time he made this request, the last time was under the big sycamore tree in the school.

Du Yan was silent for two seconds, raised his right hand and rubbed Song Qichen's hair vigorously.

"No." He said firmly.

Firm and decisive.

Song Qichen was ignited by these two words to a fiery temper that hadn't been seen for a long time, and he finally remembered that he was still an annoyance in his nature.

Sure enough, after a long relationship, people tend to be stupid.

In the next second, Song Qichen grabbed Du Yan by his collar and threw him onto the stop sign.

"Fuck..." Du Yan was taken aback, but fortunately it didn't hurt too much to hit him while wearing a down jacket.

He looked at Song Qichen in a daze, who suddenly went into a rage in front of him, the other's right hand was still grabbing the collar of his sweater, and the raised veins on the back of his hand showed his master's anger.

"What are you doing?" Du Yan stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, preventing this man from strangling himself to death in agitation.

"Let's fight," Song Qichen said, "If I win, let me go."

"..." Du Yan laughed angrily, he moved his Adam's apple, and said in a firm tone, "No."

"You fucking..." Song Qichen felt his whole body burning, and his irritability and confusion ran from his toes to his head. He clenched his fist with his left hand and swung it towards Du Yan's face.

Du Yan was not a vegetarian after fighting for so many years, he tilted his head the moment Song Qichen hit him, his fist brushed Du Yan's side face and smashed on the glass of the stop sign.

"Bang" sound.

The glass shook a few times, followed by the two teenagers leaning on it barely stopped.

The two stood quietly, Song Qichen didn't make any further movements, the one just now seemed to take all the strength out of him.He panted tiredly, and put his chin on Du Yan's shoulder.

"You know." Du Yan pulled off Song Qichen's left hand, opened his tightly clenched fingers in distress, and rubbed gently, "I don't want to hit you."

"Fart," Song Qichen buried his whole face in his shoulder, sniffed, "You were never reluctant before."

"You didn't hit me first that time?" Du Yan laughed, let go of his wrist with his left hand, and covered his soft hair, "Look for yourself, I still have marks from your bite on my neck .”

For some unknown reason, Song Qichen actually took a look at Du Yan's collar, and after seeing his smooth neck, gave him a light slap, "There's a bird's egg."

Du Yan took both of his hands and wrapped his fingers around his.

The already cold skin felt warm, and Song Qichen instinctively clasped him tightly.

"Then give me another bite." Du Yan said, looking at Song Qichen with smiles in his eyes.

Song Qichen looked at the crazy expression on his face, and rolled his eyes by the way.

And the next second—

"Ah!!!" Du Yan screamed, staring at the head lying on his neck in shock, "Are you really biting?!"

After a few seconds, Song Qichen raised his head, and Du Yan, who grinned in pain provocatively, licked his lips.

"My mark," Song Qichen said a little proudly, "you are mine."

Du Yan froze for a moment, his heart trembled as if he had been hit by something, "You are also mine."

My indifferent boyfriend finally played a childish temper once. Although he was the one who hurt him, Du Yan was worth it!

Du Yan was moved in his heart for a long time, and stared back at the few people who were curiously looking in this direction.

"Don't try to run away." Song Qichen said.

"Don't run," Du Yan said with a smile, "I will be where you are."

The two of them stood tremblingly under the stop sign for a few more minutes before the bus to the east of the city arrived late.

"You must tell me anything." Song Qichen asked worriedly, he always felt very uneasy.

"Understood." Du Yan squeezed his hand, before getting into the car, he quickly took out a lollipop from his pocket and stuffed it into Song Qichen's hand, "I'll come to you when I'm done."

Song Qichen nodded, and watched the bright yellow car drive eastward to the end of the road.

Then, there is a long and helpless wait.

Du Yan didn't go back to Du's villa, he went to his small apartment.

Before going to the west of the city, he put his luggage in the guard room downstairs of the apartment and asked the security guard to help him keep it.

He is very familiar with this uncle.

The uncle's surname is Liu, in his 50s, his wife left early, and his children were not around. He couldn't stay at home alone, so he came out to find a job as a security guard.

When Du Yan first moved here, he didn't know anything. Sometimes the water pipe broke down, and sometimes the power went out. It was all thanks to Uncle Liu's help.

Occasionally when it's time for dinner, Du Yan doesn't know what to eat, so he will come to the security room for a meal.

Before meeting Song Qichen, Du Yan once regarded this small security room as the warmest place in the entire T city.

It's better than the deserted Du's mansion.

"Are you back?" Uncle Liu took out the small suitcase and greeted Du Yan cordially, "I haven't seen you for two months, I thought you moved away!"

"Nope." Du Yan smiled, took the suitcase and carried it in his hand, "I went to live in school, it's just a holiday."

The trolley of the box was covered with heat from the heater in the security room, and it was not cold at all.

"All right, all right," Uncle Liu waved his hand with a smile, turned around and opened the glass door of the security room, "Hurry up, it's not cold down there, I'll catch you in a while!"

"Then I'm leaving!" Du Yan waved to Uncle Liu, watching him get into the small room before lifting his foot to leave.

It's just that I haven't been back for two months, and a thin layer of dust has already settled in the small apartment.

Du Yan put the box on the ground, closed the door, took off his coat and threw himself into the soft sofa.

Then he was coughed by the flying ash.

Du Yan lay on the sofa and coughed for a while, waiting until the flying dust settled back.

He quietly raised an arm to cover his eyes. He was a little tired now and needed a little sleep.

Song Qichen returned home, grandma was making dinner in the kitchen, and his little uncle was busy with grandma.

"Yo, Xiaochen is back?" Uncle poked his head out from the kitchen, "Come in quickly, your aunt and brother are not here, it's too cold, call them over after Chinese New Year."

"Well," Song Qichen nodded, changed his shoes at the door and walked in, "Hello, uncle."

"Is your study okay? I heard that you have changed schools, are you still used to it?" asked the uncle.

"It's okay, that's it." Song Qichen pulled the box to the door of the room, and poured himself a glass of water.

"My eldest grandson!" Hearing Song Qichen's words, grandma also came out of the kitchen, "I haven't seen you in half a year, why have you lost weight again? Isn't the school cafeteria delicious?"

Song Qichen smiled helplessly, chatted with his uncle and grandma before shutting himself back in the room.

"Xiaochen is still like this?" Outside the door, the uncle's lowered voice came.

"What happened?" Grandma's tone was obviously unhappy, "Take care of yourself and worry about my grandson."

"..."

The uncle seemed to say something else, but Song Qichen didn't listen carefully.

He took out his phone, thought for two seconds, and sent a message to Du Yan.

When I woke up again, it was already pitch black outside the window.

Du Yan opened his eyes and adjusted to the too dark light, then picked up his phone and glanced at it.The mobile phone shows that it is six o'clock, and the battery is only 12.00%.

So, he slept until the next morning?Du Yan never knew that he could sleep so well, did he really look more and more like his boyfriend?

Du Yan chuckled, sat up and rubbed his empty stomach.

He grabbed the phone and walked into the bedroom, took out the charger from the drawer beside the bed and plugged it in, then opened the phone to check the news.

Wechat shows 99+, and there are more than a dozen missed calls.

Du Yan yelled inwardly that he was finished, fell asleep when he came back yesterday, and forgot to send a message to Song Qichen to tell him that he was fine.

He poked open WeChat apprehensively. Fortunately, apart from Song Qichen, there were also a lot of messages in the group chat, and there were only 17 messages belonging to "Baby Dust"—what a fart, his boyfriend has already started cursing his mother!

The author has something to say: The author really wants to give Boss Song a domineering note but...

Let’s call him baby for now, as long as Boss Song doesn’t see him

Anyway, being beaten is Du Yan's beating has nothing to do with the author XP