I want this sand sculpture

Back in the small apartment, the two of them shivered in front of the radiator for more than ten minutes before they recovered.

"Damn," Du Yan turned his hands over, "what the hell is this?"

Song Qichen lowered his head and smiled, but said nothing.

"Wait..." Du Yan turned to look at him, "Are you still going?"

Du Yan rarely asked Song Qichen to do anything, even if he wanted the other party to be with him, he would not force him.

But now, his eyes were wet, and his tone was cautious.

Song Qichen couldn't take it anymore, he pulled Du Yan into his arms and put his chin on his shoulder.

"Go back, will you go back with me?" Song Qichen asked softly.

Du Yan rubbed his face in the crook of his neck for a moment, grabbed Song Qichen's arm and pulled some distance away from him, "Did you tell them?"

"No," Song Qichen's eyes flickered, "I think today..."

"No," Du Yan interrupted him with a serious expression, "Not now."

Song Qichen frowned slightly, "Why?"

Du Yan sighed, raised his hand and rubbed his hair, "I haven't finished solving it here, and something happened to you, can we still survive?"

Song Qichen patted the paws on his head away, pursed his lips and thought for a while.

"Good boy," Du Yan touched his waist, pressed his forehead against his, and deliberately lowered his voice, "Wait until graduation, huh?"

Song Qichen moved his Adam's apple, aimed at the opening and closing mouth and kissed it without hesitation, wrapping his hands around Du Yan's neck.

After another fiery handshake, Du Yan and Song Qichen both collapsed on the sofa.

Du Yan patted Song Qichen's belly with unrestrained interest, felt his boyfriend's firm but not exaggerated abdominal muscles, and let out a long sigh: "Why are you only eighteen in half a year!"

Hearing this, Song Qichen turned over and sat astride him, raised his left eyebrow, "What? Can't take it anymore?"

Seeing his boyfriend's provocative expression, as well as the collarbone and shoulders exposed under the sweater half pulled down, Du Yan felt that the blood all over his body was rushing to an indescribable part of his lower abdomen.

I especially want to press Song Qichen on the bed like this and then do that and that.

But he can't.

It's not a good thing to be full of blood.

Du Yan kissed Song Qichen viciously, and ran into the bathroom amidst the other party's very happy laughter.

The snow outside the window showed no sign of stopping yet, so Song Qichen sent a WeChat message to his uncle telling him that the car could only be returned tomorrow, and by the way asked him to help tell grandma that it was too snowy to go back tonight.

Song Qichen threw the phone away after sending the message, put his hands on the window sill, and stared outside in a daze.

"What are you thinking?" Du Yan came out of the bathroom with a stream of damp heat.

He hugged Song Qichen from behind and stuck to his back.

Song Qichen tilted his head to prevent the water from Du Yan's hair from getting into his ears.

"I wonder if you're hungry." He said with a smile.

Then Du Yan's stomach growled very cooperatively.

Du Yan: "..."

Song Qichen broke away from his embrace amusedly, walked to the side of the TV cabinet, picked up the hair dryer and shook Du Yan, "Come here."

Du Yan rushed over very happily, and began to enjoy her boyfriend's thoughtful hair blowing service.

After finally tidying up, they decided to go downstairs to see if there was anything to buy.

Fortunately, the family of the fat aunt in the canteen lived upstairs, and the shop hadn't closed yet on New Year's Eve.

"What are you two doing?" The fat aunt stared blankly at the two young men who burrowed into their store with snow on their heads, and then began to tremble very tacitly, with the same frequency of trembling, "I thought it was a thief. Woolen cloth.",

"Night running." Du Yan said while rubbing his hands.

"I ran in the morning last week," the fat aunt laughed, her eyes narrowed, "Didn't you go home for the New Year?"

"Isn't that enough?" Du Yan bared his teeth and smiled twice, pushing Song Qichen into the middle of the shelf, "Come buy some New Year's Eve dinner."

"Eat instant noodles during Chinese New Year?" Song Qichen looked at the boxes of instant noodles piled up on several shelves, his temples throbbed.

Du Yan thought for a while, and suggested: "How about eating dumplings, quick-frozen?"

Song Qichen nodded and accepted the plan, "OK."

Considering that there is still tomorrow's breakfast, the two of them took four packs of quick-frozen dumplings.When it was time to pay the bill, Du Yan suddenly remembered something, "Auntie, do you sell firecrackers here?"

"Oh, that's really not the case. Firecrackers and fireworks are not allowed to be sold here now..." The fat aunt frowned and thought for a while, then bent down and took out a package under the counter, "Oh, yes, I have them here. The child didn't finish releasing it before, so you two can take it and let it go."

As he spoke, he handed the small red plastic bag to Du Yan.

Du Yan thanked him and took it upside down. He guessed that there were still two more, and took out a lighter from a box beside him, "I'll give you the money together, it can't be for nothing..."

"No, no, no," the fat aunt waved her hand, "Even if you pay for the dumplings and the lighter, it's 96 in total. After paying, hurry back and eat."

"That's fine," Du Yan scanned the QR code to pay, picked up his things and opened the glass door with Song Qichen, "Thank you, auntie, happy Chinese New Year!"

"Hey," the fat aunt smiled and waved, "Happy Chinese New Year!"

The two went back to cook dumplings, and Song Qichen ate a big plate with Du Yan after dinner.

After eating, the two sat on the sofa contentedly, not wanting to move at all.

Du Yan hiccupped and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the sudden sound of firecrackers outside the window.

"What do I want to say?" Du Yan gasped in fright, and glanced at the watch on the wall, "Is it twelve o'clock?"

Song Qichen lazily raised his eyelids to see that the minute hand was still a few millimeters away from twelve.

The outside suddenly became lively. From the first sound of firecrackers, the explosions continued for a long time.

"Let's go down and have a look!" Du Yan jumped up and reached out to grab Song Qichen's arm.

The ear canals were filled with loud noises, and Du Yan's voice sounded humming, very unreal.

Song Qichen let Du Yan pull him down the stairs, and reminded the excited boy to bring the lighter and keys.

They ran all the way to the street. At this time, the east of the city was already submerged in big clouds of smoke, and the sound of firecrackers was everywhere.

Du Yan and Song Qichen mingled in the commotion and ignited the firecrackers in their hands.

When the first red strip exploded, Du Yan yelled forcefully.

"what--"

Very happy.

Someone set off fireworks in the distance.

Big and big fireworks bloom in the sky, and they are fleeting, but a new one is connected.

Song Qichen looked sideways at Du Yan, his nose was red from the cold, the corners of his upturned mouth drew a beautiful arc, snowflakes fell on his slender eyelashes, turning into a small drop of water.

Eyes reflect the splendor of the sky.

"Thank you," Du Yan said suddenly, the hot air he exhaled dissipated in the cold wind, "Chenchen, thank you."

"Yeah." Song Qichen smiled, and took Du Yan's hand hanging by his side.

"This is the best, best, best year I've ever had," Du Yan said.

Song Qichen's heart trembled, he held Du Yan's hand with some force, "Me too."

Du Yan was taken aback, then turned his head, and after looking at each other briefly, he bent his eyes, "Make a wish."

"Ok?"

"My mother said it when I was young," Du Yan explained, "She said that the wish she made for the first firework she saw in the new year would be blessed by God, and it would definitely come true in the coming year."

"The first flower has passed." Song Qichen said.

"It's okay." Du Yan raised his tightly clenched hands, "You have me."

I don't know who moved first, they exchanged the warmest kiss on the coldest winter night.

"I hope you will still be here next year."

"I hope I will be with you in the days to come."

After the new year, Song's father and mother, who were obviously unhappy, were sent away, and grandma left with his uncle and aunt. Song Qichen's life gradually returned to the calm of the past.

Du Yan hasn't been back to Du's house since his thirties, and Du Guofeng hasn't looked for him either. Song Qichen doesn't know if this is a good sign, but the current state does make him and Du Yan a lot easier.

Song Qichen would occasionally go to live in Du Yan's small apartment for a few days, and give Du Qingqing extra lessons by the way—by calling Du Qingqing out, of course.Sometimes Du Yan would come to the west of the city to eat pies from Brother Zhang's shop, and then stay at Song Qichen's house to tease the cat.

The little white cat in front of the breakfast shop was adopted by Song Qichen, and he planned to take it to school when school started, and vaccinate it when he grew up.

The kitten is a male cat, not to mention its whiny meow, it is also very clingy, the name given by Du Yan himself - Er Gouzi.

Maybe it was dissatisfied with the name Du Yan gave it, the kitten has always had a bad face towards him. From the first time it saw Du Yan, its hair was blown all over, and it let out a low warning sound from its throat.

Song Qichen watched one person and one cat fight for several days, and also felt that it seemed unreasonable for a cat to be called Ergouzi, so he ignored Du Yan's resistance and changed its name to Douzhier.

It was a sunny day three days before school started, and Douzhi was sleeping on Song Qichen's lap, rubbing the shit-shoveling officer's stomach from time to time.

Song Qichen wrote the last physics paper, and the pen drew beautiful marks on the paper.

The phone on the upper right corner of the table rang a few times.

He calculated the answer to the last question and wrote it down, put the pen on the table casually, and fumbled for the phone calmly.

The person who sent the message was his dear boyfriend.

Princess Du: Boom, boom, boom

Princess Du: Where is the dust?

Princess Du: Please help me tell him that his handsome boyfriend is asking for a call

Song Qichen looked at the phone screen and laughed out loud, trembling.Douzhi'er meowed in dissatisfaction, then arched his head, and his whole body got into Song Qichen's arms.

He moved his fingertips, and a video call was made.

Du Yan didn't know what he was busy with. After receiving the notification, the video went black for a few seconds, and then the camera shook.After finally calming down, Du Yan appeared on the screen with a few paintbrushes in his hands.

"What are you doing? Painting?" Song Qichen asked.

"Ah," Du Yan shook the pen in his hand, looking a little embarrassed, "I'll just practice my hand."

Song Qichen was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, and couldn't help being happy for a while.

He tentatively said, "Why practice now?"

Du Yan hesitated for a long time, his cheeks turned red.

"That," Du Yan didn't answer Song Qichen's question, he seemed to have made up his mind, "Do I still have the money from my part-time job?"

really.

Song Qichen held back the joy in his heart, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Yes, do you want it?"

"Well," Du Yan responded in a low voice, and scratched his hair with the hand that didn't hold the pen, feeling a little embarrassed, "I want to learn to draw, sign up for a class or something..."

"Take art?" Song Qichen couldn't hold back anymore, he asked with a smile.

"Yes." Du Yan nodded.