I want this sand sculpture

Du Yan sat on the sofa with his laptop in his arms, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"Why hasn't it come out yet?" Du Yan frowned, and tapped to refresh with his finger.

"Wait, there are too many people now." Song Qichen came from the kitchen with a can of Coke and sat down beside him.

"It's nine o'clock, it's already nine o'clock..." Du Yan complained in a low voice, and clicked refresh again, "Hey, there it is!"

"Huh?" Song Qichen put down the Coke and moved his head closer.

"Song Qichen... Chinese 130, mathematics..." Du Yan squeezed the mouse, sliding word by word, "Total score 680..."

"Damn it!" Du Yan thumped the sofa excitedly, "Awesome! You must be able to get into Z University by this point!"

"Almost," Song Qichen smiled, "It's up to you."

Du Yan paused, threw the computer to Song Qichen, stood up abruptly, "Help me, I want to go to the bathroom."

Song Qichen looked at the back of Du Yanshun walking into the toilet, and sighed amusedly.Pick up the mouse to exit the page, re-enter Du Yan's test number and click Search.

Arts and Sciences Synthesis 552.

"Have you finished the investigation?" Du Yan's voice came from the toilet.

"Come and see for yourself." Song Qichen shouted.

There was silence in the toilet for a while, and then there was a "squeak" door opening.

Du Yan pursed his lips and returned to the sofa, glanced at the computer, and then raised the corners of his lips in surprise.

"Have I crossed the line?" He turned his head to look at Song Qichen, then at the screen, "Have I really crossed the line?"

"Well," Song Qichen touched his chin, "You have crossed the line."

"Damn!" Du Yan rushed over and kissed Song Qichen several times, "I've been worrying for so long for nothing!"

Song Qichen pushed him away in disgust, but with a smile in his eyes, "It made me drool."

"I'm a little excited," Du Yan wiped his face, "Let's go out to eat later, eat hot pot?"

"Stop making dumplings?" Song Qichen raised his eyebrows.

"Huh?" Du Yan looked at him suspiciously, "Do you want to eat dumplings?"

"..." Song Qichen said silently three times in his heart not to argue with him, "No."

"Then let's go," Du Yan jumped up, "Brother treats you to hot pot!"

When filling out the application form, Director Chen called Song Qichen and asked him again if he would consider going to H University, but Song Qichen refused.

Not half a minute after hanging up the phone, Du Yan's phone rang.

As soon as he saw the caller ID, he was overjoyed. It was Director Chen again.

"How nice you talked together just now." Before Director Chen could speak, Du Yan said something first.

"Huh?" Director Chen was taken aback, "Are you two together?"

"Yes." Du Yan tilted his body and leaned against Song Qichen.

"I should have said it earlier." Director Chen smiled.

"You didn't ask." Du Yan said.

"Don't give me skin, talk about business."

"Ah, you said."

Unlike Song Qichen, Director Chen came to him to tell him not to publish in the Z newspaper, but to fill in a few more, so as not to miss the last one.

Du Yan clicked his tongue and agreed.

In order to prevent Director Chen from wasting his phone bills, Du Yan first chose the Fine Arts Department of Z University, and then filled in the other two schools that took the school exam.

It was different for Song Qichen, who was a coquettish and extremely confident academic master. He only filled in one of the six volunteers, which was very arrogant.

The waiting time for the admission result is undoubtedly long. Du Yan clicks on the webpage almost every day, even though he knows that the notification will not be issued so early.

"You're so free, why don't you cook me a meal?" Song Qichen snapped the notebook on Du Yan's lap, and suggested with a grim expression.

"Didn't you stop letting me into the kitchen?" Du Yan asked.

"Are you going to do it or not?" Song Qichen stared into his eyes, lifted one leg up on the sofa and knelt beside Du Yan.

This sentence, which was quite normal at first, suddenly seemed not so normal under the background of this action.

Du Yan's Adam's apple twitched, and he reached out and threw the notebook that was in the way to the ground. He clasped Song Qichen's waist with one hand and wrapped his arms around his neck, "It's not so good in broad daylight."

He said so on the lips, but the body still pressed the person under him very honestly.

……

The days passed day by day, and soon it was late July, when the admission results came out.

Song Qichen: School of Social Sciences, Z University, majoring in psychology, admitted.

Du Yan: F University School of Art, animation design major, admitted.

Song Qichen stared at the screen for a long time, refreshed it three times, and it was still the same line.

Du Yan, F major.

Song Qichen pursed his lips, and clicked on the official website of Z University School of Art.

The score line for this year is 554 in the Department of Fine Arts, Arts and Sciences.

Du Yan closed the notebook silently, and smiled at him with the corners of his mouth pulled up, "Don't look, F University is pretty good too... What do you want to eat tonight?"

It's an ugly smile.

Song Qichen didn't speak, but hugged him.

"I..." Du Yan's voice was a little dry, and his voice trembled unconsciously, "Why?"

Song Qichen retracted his arms, hugged him tighter, and patted his back with his hands.

The "why?" made his heart twitch.

Others don't know, but Song Qichen knows how hard Du Yan has worked this year.

If you don't have a good foundation, you have to sweat twice as much as others. Every minute and every second from morning to night is used efficiently. One or two o'clock, never slept for five hours.

To be honest, Song Qichen really didn't expect Du Yan to be able to fight to this extent.

A child with thorns all over his body, who resisted the world, quietly came out of his shell, cautiously, trying his best to prove himself.

Reality slapped him hard.

After a long time, Du Yan sniffed, "I'll repeat."

The voice was hoarse and firm.

Du Yan acted quickly, and Song Qichen accompanied him to chat with Director Chen. Although Director Chen disagreed, he also helped him introduce good repeat classes.

Mr. Zhang also expressed that he could come to his studio for another year.

The repeat class started early, and Du Yan started the class almost as soon as he decided to repeat, and lived a life from six to twelve.

Influenced by him, Song Qichen also started to get up early, the two of them went to have breakfast together in the morning, Du Yan went to class, and Song Qichen went to make up lessons to make money or read psychology books.

Occasionally, Du Yan would move his drawing board to the small apartment to practice drawing at night, and secretly draw some articles for magazine submissions. At this time, it became one of the few happy moments when the two of them could roll into bed.

Life is back to the hectic state it was a few months ago.

As school was approaching, Song Qichen went home, and his grandma and aunt made a big table of dishes.

His parents who raised their son in a free-range manner finally remembered that there was a son who was about to go to college, and rushed back to scold him why he chose a school to fill in his major without asking their opinions, and they were very dissatisfied with his psychology study.

In order to avoid affecting the mood of other people at the dinner table, Song Qichen ignored this.

My uncle gave him a balance bike as a gift for entering school, and promised to give him a motorcycle when he got his driver's license, but my aunt stared back.

Song's father and Song's mother proposed to send him to report to school, but Song Qichen flatly refused on the grounds that there were too many people and troubles, and finally only gave him living expenses.

So this meal was very enjoyable for everyone except Song's father and Song's mother, who was full of anger.

Du Yan bought a plane ticket a long time ago, waiting to send Song Qichen to school.

On the day of leaving, Du Yan asked the school for three days off, and the two of them carried two suitcases and the balance scooter sent by my uncle and took a taxi to the airport.

Z University is in a southern city where it hardly snows in winter, and it is far away from T City, so Song Qichen didn't bring much.

I only brought my ID, a few summer and autumn clothes, a thin down jacket, and two psychology books, and I plan to buy the rest when I arrive.

It was the first time for both of them to fly by plane. When they arrived at the airport, they asked all kinds of questions and added the omnipotent Baidu. They finally got through the check-in and security check, and boarded the plane smoothly before the airport called them.

It would take more than an hour to fly there from T City, Du Yan held Song Qichen's hand tightly all the way, and he didn't even let go of the shocked eyes of the uncle next to him.

"Are you afraid?" Song Qichen moved his hand, but didn't pull it out.

"Not afraid." Du Yan shook his head, thought about it and added, "I just want to grab it."

Song Qichen froze for a moment, then laughed.He moved his fingers, from monkey grasping bananas to interlocking fingers.

Song Qichen tilted his head and rested his head on Du Yan's shoulder.

Why didn't he remember it?As soon as he left, Du Yan was left alone, and he was left alone in that exhausting and breathless life.

Song Qichen hooked his fingers, and gently stroked the Daozi on the back of his hand.

When the plane landed, Song Qichen slammed forward.

He opened his eyes suddenly, only to realize that he fell asleep at some point, and his hand was still holding onto Du Yan.

It was not until I got off the plane that the southern cities were not only hot, but the humidity was high, and the whole air was filled with a strong smell of water vapor.

The two of them took the luggage and took a taxi to the reserved hotel first. As soon as they put down their things, Du Yan couldn't bear to turn on the air conditioner, and took off his T-shirt with a wave of his hand.

"The weather is fatal." Du Yan said as he sat down on the bed, opened his mouth and lay down on the bed. Two seconds later, he was so hot that he bounced up again.

Song Qichen sat down next to him, took out his phone and opened Meituan, "Are you hungry, order a takeaway first?"

"Okay, just order some braised chicken or something," Du Yan said, standing up, "I have to take a shower, I'm sweating all over."

"Okay," Song Qichen bowed his head to order, "You go first, and I'll wash one later."

Du Yan's footsteps to the bathroom stopped, he turned around, "How about taking a bath together?"

Song Qichen paused, and continued to order takeout before raising his head to look at Du Yan, who was inexplicably excited, and raised his eyebrows, "So hungry?"

"Yes," Du Yan admitted generously, then pointed at him, lowered his tone and said fiercely, "I'll give you three seconds, come in quickly."

Song Qichen fell on the bed and laughed for a long time, then took off his shirt and went into the bathroom with Du Yan.

The author has something to say: grow up quickly =w=