I want this sand sculpture

Song Qichen was lying on the table to catch up on sleep, the old fan above his head was spinning round and round, making an unpleasant creaking sound, not to mention annoying and not cool at all.

It's the big break now, and the No. 800 Middle School has never done exercises or running activities during the big break, which suits Song Qichen, the type of student who can't keep his eyes open for [-] years.

Song Qichen's seat was at the back of the middle of the classroom, leaning against the wall, alone.

After all, he is the No. [-] middle school, and even the big guy who is famous far and wide in the west of the city. He usually makes a detour when he sees him. No one who is not afraid of death dares to sit at the same table with him.

Song Qichen was fast asleep, with one arm outstretched, his knuckle fingers pawing at the front of the table, as if it would cool him down a bit.

The front table quietly moved the stool forward.

"Well, classmate Song Qichen..."

A trembling voice rang out above his head, followed by a pat on the shoulder.

The sleeping boy moved his fingers, sat up slowly, and tried his best to adapt to the bright light.

His skin was already fair, but the cyan in front of his eyes was even more obvious, and he looked a little sick.

Song Qichen frowned, and looked up at the person who woke him up.

The boy with round glasses was terrified by the black-faced boss, and his voice was a little weaker: "The head teacher is looking for you..."

After speaking, there was no sound.

Song Qichen nodded to show that he knew, and watched the boy run back to his seat as if he was relieved.

"..." He didn't seem to say anything, did he?

The door of the office was ajar, and the voices from inside the door came out almost unobstructed.

Sharp screams, weak rebuttals, the sound of fingers tapping on the table...

All kinds of disturbing voices mixed together, Song Qichen only felt a headache.

There were some students watching the excitement around the door, each of them poked their heads and glanced here, with undisguised gloating smiles on their faces, very real.

Song Qichen pinched the center of his brows, suppressed the irritability in his heart, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Five seconds passed, and the people inside the door didn't seem to hear the knock and didn't respond at all.

Song Qichen was a little embarrassed standing at the door, hesitating whether to knock again or go in directly or turn around and leave.

For someone with a mild choice phobia, making such a decision is fatal.

Fortunately, the head teacher rescued him in time.

"Come in!"

As if a switch had been pressed, after the head teacher shouted these two words, the office quickly fell silent.

Song Qichen pushed open the door, walked in slowly under the gaze of a roomful of people, and closed the door behind him.

"Coming?" The head teacher smiled at him, looking a bit reluctant.

"Ah." Song Qichen nodded and responded.

Then there was a silence in the office.

The woman whose eyes were red from crying suddenly came to her senses, and pointed her trembling fingers at him, with hatred in her haggard eyes: "You! It's you! You killed him!"

Song Qichen didn't speak, didn't deny or respond, just lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, his lips were tightly pursed into a line.

"Speak!" The woman howled and rushed towards him, grabbed Song Qichen's arm before everyone recovered, and pulled towards the desk, "Is it you? Is it you? Do you have any?" what face..."

Song Qichen staggered for a while, and stabilized his body so as not to fall.

"Don't get excited," the tall leader hurried over to support the woman, "but we haven't found out about this matter yet. Student Song Qichen is not the bad student you said. He usually behaves well..."

"How much more clear?" The woman interrupted the tall leader and blew her nose fiercely, "How could he be so bad? Ask him, ask if it's him!"

The homeroom teacher pulled Song Qichen aside, bumped the back of his hand against the table, and the water in the vacuum flask on the table rippled a few times.

What kind of thermos does Mr. Liu use on such a hot day?

Song Qichen was stunned for a moment, admiring himself very much for being able to take time to distract himself at such a time, and to care about the health|life of the head teacher.

"Tell the teacher," Mr. Liu calmed down, "Did you hit the person? It doesn't matter. If it's not your words, just say it. The teachers believe you."

Song Qichen was silent for a while, he looked at the head teacher's concerned eyes, and suddenly felt a little unbearable.

After a long time, he still gritted his teeth and said "yes" calmly.

Then he heard the woman screaming more excessively, the man's suppressed anger, and the leaders trying their best to fight for it.

The purpose of the men and women is very simple, to demand compensation from the school and Song Qichen to drop out of school, and the purpose of the leaders is also very simple, to try to keep Song Qichen from dropping out of school.

Song Qichen suddenly felt very tired. The school's kindness to him was nothing more than his good grades. If he didn't have this item, wouldn't he have patted his ass and left long ago?

It's funny, this group of people are fighting over my own fate.

It's better to go by yourself.

"I drop out of school." Song Qichen said expressionlessly, his lips moving.

"What did you say?" The teacher in charge suddenly became anxious, "This is not a joke, you child..."

"Sorry," Song Qichen interrupted him, with a cold face and irritated brows, "I'm leaving."

He nodded at the head teacher, turned around and walked out without hesitation.

It wasn't until he walked outside that the crisp sound of the door being closed brought everyone in the room back to their senses.

The office was drowned out by annoying voices again, and Song Qichen turned downstairs without stopping.Since they all felt that he was hopeless, then it would be completely hopeless, and those quarrels had nothing to do with him anymore.

It wasn't until he left the school that Song Qichen felt that the irritability and exhaustion in his heart had improved.He raised his head and squinted his eyes at the early summer afternoon sun, tsk, it's really dazzling.

Seems a little hungry.

Song Qichen rubbed his stomach.

Du Yan usually doesn't wander around No. [-] Middle School. His range of activities is generally limited to the east of the city. No. [-] Middle School is located in the westernmost part of T City. Even taking a taxi will take more than half an hour.

But he has a younger sister who owed her 800 million yuan in her previous life. Du Qingqing has an unusual temper and often thinks about what is going on.

Just yesterday, 800 million sister suddenly called and told him that she wanted to eat pie, and it had to be from the west of the city. If she didn't buy it for her, she would squat downstairs in his rental house and beg for food.

……

The terrified Du Yiyan Yan could only accept this mission piously, and went to the west of the city to buy cakes for Her Lady Queen.

Du Yan sat in the taxi, propped his face on his hands and watched the somewhat unfamiliar scenery passing by outside the window.

The car stopped by the gate of No. [-] Middle School, Du Yan got out of the car and looked across the street, then froze in place.

The bustling areas of T City are concentrated in the east of the city, while the west side of the city is relatively remote, there are no high-rise buildings, and the landmark building is the No. [-] Middle School, which is a bit empty from a distance.The neighborhood of No. [-] Middle School is full of smoke and fire. The school is on one side of a narrow street, and on the opposite side is a long street full of various snack bars. Scattered snack bars are crowded in this small two-story street. Here, it must be very lively at meal time.

But... are all the pie shops in the west of the city open here?

Du Yan stood there in a daze, staring at the street where there were at least five pie shops at a glance.

"Fuck." Forgot to ask Du Qingqing what the pie shop was called.Du Yan took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Du Qingqing, but when he clicked on the address book, he realized that his sister should be in class at the moment.He scratched his head and stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

Sighing resignedly, Du Yan decided to find the best store to solve the problem.

In the end, however, he chose the one with the most unique name—"A Pie Shop", which is concise and clear.

The storefront of "A Pie Shop" is not very big. Except for the necessary pie sales counter, cash register and decorations, there are only five or six tables in the whole store.The decoration in the store is exquisite, exuding an elegant temperament, which is more suitable for afternoon tea than eating cakes.

The pies in this store are placed in bamboo baskets on the sales table. Customers directly take the clips and put them in their own baskets and finally check out. There are seven or eight baskets neatly arranged on the short sales table, with different fillings inside. of pies.

It's not lunch time, and the school is not over yet, so there are not many people in the store.

Holding the basket in one hand and the clip in the other, Du Yan looked through the baskets on the sales counter, carefully looking for the shiitake mushroom and beef pie that Du Qingqing asked for.

All the way to the basket on the top, Du Yan didn't see the beef patties with mushrooms.

[-]% haven't made it yet.Du Yan thought about it, and planned to ask the boss how long he would have to wait.

Du Yan had a bit of a headache. The last class this afternoon was a class meeting. He had to return to the classroom and open the textbook before Dong Yan found out that he was missing.

As soon as he walked towards the cashier, Du Yan heard the laughing voice of the cashier: "Two shiitake mushroom and beef patties will cost you sixteen in total. Do you want to pay by cash or by mobile phone?"

……

What is this called?

This is called praying mantis catching cicada and oriole in... ah bah.

In short, no matter what it is called, Du Yan can go back to work.

"Alipay." Said the slightly deep boyish voice.

"Wait!" Before the young man took out his phone, Du Yan jumped forward in three steps and two steps.

In less than two seconds, Du Yan had already pressed down on his hand... the two cakes on it.

Du Yan felt that he was not so fast when he was late in the morning to hide from Director Chen.

"Ah..." Song Qichen was taken aback by the hand that stretched out suddenly, he stared blankly at the hand that was pressing down on his... the hand that was on the cake, and opened his mouth.

Just stunned for a while, the hand didn't seem to want to move, Song Qichen turned his head to look at the owner of the hand.

According to visual estimation, the owner was about the same age as him, with his head down, staring at the two folded hands in a daze.

The boy has slightly curly hair that is not very cute, with a few pinches of red faintly revealing.From Song Qichen's perspective, he could see that the boy's ears were connected to half of his neck, and there was also a small half of his face, with fair skin and long eyelashes.

It's just that this person... grabs the pie?

Song Qichen frowned slightly.

"Ah." After a few seconds, Du Yan also looked up at Song Qichen, and opened his mouth, as if he hadn't decided how to speak yet.

When he rushed over, he didn't think much, his body moved faster than his mind, and he pressed his hand on the table. Now he just reacted and felt a little embarrassed.But he couldn't think of any suitable reason for a while, and it seemed more embarrassing to take his hand away...

So, the two teenagers looked at each other in an extremely strange posture, their hands folded together, holding two... pies.

The atmosphere is very subtle.

awkward.

I've never been so embarrassed in my life.

Du Yan quickly thought about whether he should say something.

say hello hello i think your pie looks delicious can i have it?

……

Will be beaten!

"Well, what do you need?" Finally, the cashier lady broke the deadlock.

Du Yan raised his eyes and gave her a grateful look.

"Sir," the young lady said hesitantly, "Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

Du Yan: "..."

"Well, buddy," Du Yan moved his hand away from Song Qichen's, rubbed his pants awkwardly, and cleared his throat again, "Shall we discuss something?"

Song Qichen looked inexplicably at the young man who pulled him into a corner and hesitated to speak, and tried his best to suppress his angry temper. After all, people tend to get angry when they are hungry.

He decided to ask the boy what's the matter in a friendly manner before deciding whether to do anything: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Well, brother," Du Yan said slowly, then paused, his eyebrows were knit together, and he looked embarrassed, "Let me tell you the truth, I have a younger sister, she is... sick .”

"..." Song Qichen stared at the boy who deliberately lowered his voice, raised his eyebrows, and said nothing.

"That's what, cancer, you know?" Du Yan moved his face closer to him, and lowered his voice a little bit, "This thing is hard to cure, and she doesn't cooperate, so she insists on eating it Pies, as long as there are mushrooms and beef, when is this, if you don’t buy it for her, you won’t be admitted to the hospital, don’t you think this is annoying?”

"Hey buddy, I think you're a good person." Seeing that Song Qichen didn't respond, Du Yan gritted his teeth and continued, "My sister...she's not left for a few months, and she doesn't have any hobbies, she just likes to eat this cake. You said that I am a brother... hey..."

Song Qichen stared at him silently for a while, and finally said in Du Yan's sincere eyes: "Got it."

When Du Yan came out of "One Pie Shop" with two pies in his hand, Du Qingqing called him just after class.

"Hey, old girl... I bought it... I bought it... mushrooms and beef, I bought two... Now I know your brother? All right, all right... Then I'll hang up... Okay, wait for me to go back." Du Yan hung up the phone, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Qichen who came out behind him.

"Thank you so much today, or my sister will have trouble with me again." Du Yan turned his head and looked at Song Qichen sincerely.

In fact, Du Yan wanted to shake hands with him to express his strong gratitude. He stretched out halfway thinking that he had pressed his hand for so long just now, then quickly retracted and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

"It's okay." Song Qichen hesitated for a while, "Just now...is it your sister?"

"Ah, yes." Du Yan raised the bag in his hand and shook it at him, "Ask me if I bought pancakes."

Song Qichen looked at Du Yan's frizzy slightly curly hair under the sun, revealing a few pinches of flamboyant red.

High school students dye their hair?

"Oh," he raised his hand to cover the glare of the sun, "Cancer can be cured, don't worry."

"Ah..." Du Yan was stunned for a moment, then he immediately realized and grinned, "Well, thanks."

Du Yan suppressed his laughter and felt a little uncomfortable, so he said goodbye immediately, ran to the side of the road, stretched out his hand, stopped a taxi and got in.

He couldn't help laughing until he got into the car.

"Fuck." Du Yan cursed in a low voice with a smile, and after a while he let out a long sigh of relief, "Hey."

Du Yan propped his head on his hands, looked out the window at the same scenery as when he came here, and hummed softly happily.

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