I want this sand sculpture

Du Yan skipped two classes, stood on the roof with a cigarette in his mouth, staring at the phone screen with a sullen face.

It was a WeChat message from the person he had commented on Du Guofeng.

Du Guofeng: I will go home on Friday and we will talk.

-Need not.

Du Guofeng: Don't think I can't deal with you.

– try it.

Du Guofeng: I want to see you obediently at home on Friday, and I still have a meeting, let's chat.

"Tsk." Du Yan didn't reply to the message, and turned off the phone.

He took down the cigarette he had only smoked twice and held it in his hand, staring at the distance in a daze.

In fact, Du Yan didn't smoke often, and he didn't like the smell of tobacco. It seemed that he smoked for the first time to show his anger and resistance to that man.

That man, that is, Du Guofeng, was his father, but Du Yan didn't think he was a qualified father, or he didn't want to admit that he had something to do with him.

He froze for a long time, until the little red spots on the cigarette spread to the middle of the index finger and middle finger.

"Fuck me." Du Yan suddenly came back to his senses after being burned, he shook off the cigarette butt in his hand, and sighed softly.

When Song Qichen passed by Class Ten for the third time during the big class break and looked inside as if nothing had happened, the thin girl sitting at the door finally couldn't help but said, "Well, classmate..."

"Call me?" Song Qichen was stunned.

"Ah, that's right," the girl stammered, "Please, are you... looking for someone?"

The handsome guy from the next class showed up three times within 10 minutes, and his expression was not friendly at all, he looked like the type who could rush in and drag someone out to fight.

Although the handsome guy looks good, but the handsome guy's aura is really scary.

"Ah," Song Qichen nodded without trying to hide it, "Where did Du Yan go?"

"Du Yan?" The girl turned around and looked, thinking that he really came to fight, she hesitated and said, "I don't know, he's gone since the meeting this morning."

"Okay," Song Qichen said, "Thank you."

Du Yan didn't return to the classroom, and it's unlikely that he would climb over the wall and get out on Monday.

Speaking of which, Song Qichen didn't know Du Yan very well, and their relationship was not good enough to care about his emotional problems.Including the first meeting, we have known each other for less than a month, although we have fought with each other twice and read self-criticism together twice in this month.It can only be regarded as a normal friendship... right?

So why are you looking for him?

Song Qichen clicked his tongue and was going to lie down on the roof for a while.

He likes to blow the wind on the rooftop, and also likes to bask in the sun when the sun is not too high. At this time, he can think about nothing and completely let himself go.

When I was in No. [-] Middle School, places like rooftops, which sounded awesome, were basically gathering places for delinquent teenagers. Headed by Wu Ritian, since the first time I went to the rooftop and saw Wu Hao and his gangster boys and Never went back after the fight.

But No. [-] Middle School is different. Even bad boys in No. [-] Middle School are not at the same level as those in No. [-] Middle School, such as Du Yan.

Last week, Song Qichen was pleasantly surprised to find that the lock on the iron gate on the roof of the teaching building of No. [-] Middle School can be easily picked open, and the space on the roof is very spacious and clean.

Excited like a cat discovering an ideal carton.

Song Qichen walked upstairs while pressing his phone. He was replying to Mr. Liu's message.

Mr. Liu: Dust, are you still used to it in the two weeks in No. [-] Middle School?

– Very good, thank you teacher for your concern

Mr. Liu: You kid, playing with your phone again in class!

– The teacher is out of class now

Mr. Liu: Even after class!No. [-] middle school is no better than No. [-] middle school, it is strict, put away your phone quickly.

-knew

Song Qichen smiled, and as soon as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket, he looked up and saw the person he had found for two breaks walking down with his head down.

A breath of decadence.

Seeing Song Qichen, Du Yan was taken aback for a moment, but soon burst into a smile, "Chenchen."

The tone was frivolous and loose, no different from usual.

Song Qichen didn't speak, he suddenly didn't know how to speak.

He was not a nosy person, and he was not good at expressing his thoughts. When I approached Du Yan, I just felt that he was one of the few people who could be regarded as my friends, and I was afraid that something would happen impulsively.

Although in terms of impulsiveness, Du Yan is obviously not as good as Song Qichen himself.

Other than that, there seemed to be no other reason, and he was unwilling to ask more about other people's private affairs.

Du Yan didn't look for another topic, he raised his hand and casually touched Song Qichen's head, missing him and continued downstairs.

Song Qichen frowned, pulled Du Yan's hand that was resting on his head and hadn't had time to take it back, pulled it back, and moved it up two inches to grab his wrist firmly.

"What's wrong?" Du Yan stopped and turned to look at him.

"Are you smoking?" Song Qichen asked.

The smell of smoke on Du Yan's body was not too heavy, it was light, and it wasn't too close to smell it.

"You can smell this?" Du Yan was stunned for a moment, then grabbed his hair with his free hand, "I came down after I let the smell out."

Song Qichen nodded, "I can smell it."

"As expected of you," Du Yan gave him a thumbs up, "A dog's nose can't compare to yours."

"...Are you looking for smoke?" Song Qichen slapped him on the arm.

"Hey, are you really fighting?" Du Yan yelled, "Screw it, let it go, I'll go up to let the smell go, Brother Dong's class is next."

Song Qichen raised his eyebrows, "Are you still afraid of Brother Dong?"

"Who isn't the head teacher afraid of?" Du Yan said, "Aren't you afraid of comrade Desheng in your class?"

"...Scared." Song Qichen said.

Director Chen's full name is Chen Desheng. He is a middle-aged man in his 40s.

"That's it, let it go quickly, class will start later!" Du Yan shouted, turning his head and going to rush up.

"..." Song Qichen hesitated for a moment, but let go of his hand, "Be careful."

"I'm not going to jump down..." Du Yan yelled and ran up, very fast, as if someone had kicked his ass.

Song Qichen looked at Du Yan's back, and turned and went downstairs until he disappeared completely.

"Fuck..." Du Yan stepped up the top few stairs in two or three steps, slammed the iron door with his backhand, and sat down along the wall.

He raised his left arm - Song Qichen scratched a circle of red marks on it.

There seems to be some warmth remaining.

In the stairwell just now, he was inexplicably flustered when he saw Song Qichen's clear and clear eyes that were as calm as still water.His face suddenly burned, and even the grasped wrist felt scorching heat.

This uncontrolled state made Du Yan afraid, but he couldn't figure out what he was afraid of.

Du Yan knew what Song Qichen wanted to say, what he wanted to ask, he didn't want to be known about the messy things in his family.But if the object is Song Qichen, it doesn't seem to mind telling him.

Ahhh, this is a double standard!

Du Yan scratched his hair irritably, and decided not to think about these complicated issues any more.

He stood up and jumped, and ran around the roof twice, making sure that the dog's nose that smelled of smoke on his body couldn't smell it, so he opened the iron gate and walked out.

Things still have to be sorted out on Friday though.

He definitely won't go back home, and he can't go to the rented house. Dad will definitely go there and arrest him.

Where are you going?Sleeping on the street?Tsk.

In the morning break, Song Qichen was lying on the table to catch up on sleep. He hadn't been lying down for 2 minutes before he heard an extremely familiar voice from the back door.

"Chenchen!" Du Yan leaned against the door frame, greeted a few people with a smile, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Song Qichen didn't move.

"Song Qichen!" Du Yan raised his voice.

Song Qichen shook, but didn't get up.

"If you don't get up, I'll go in!" Du Yan said, straightened his body, and walked in.

"Fuck," Song Qichen straightened up unbearably, turned his head and stared at Du Yan who had already walked in front of him, "Are you sick? Take medicine if you're sick."

"Are you awake?" Du Yan casually pulled a stool and sat down beside him, curled his fingers and tapped on the edge of his table, "Hey, let's discuss something."

"If you fart, let it go." Song Qichen suppressed his anger, propped his head on one hand and looked at him irritably.

"You live in the west of the city, right?" Du Yan also raised his head.

"Ah." Song Qichen nodded.

"Take me to eat pie." Du Yan rolled his eyes.

"..." Song Qichen thought in his heart that he was almost beaten because of a pie.

"That's it, that's what, the pie in the pie shop, the place we've seen." Du Yan said.

Song Qichen thought for a while, "That's called a pie shop."

"It's all the same, one or two of this one and that one," Du Yan said, "I don't know the way very well, you know the way in the west of the city, take me there, I will go by myself when I am familiar with it."

"Ah," Song Qichen narrowed his eyes, "What if I don't?"

"Ah," Du Yan also squinted his eyes, moved his head closer to Song Qichen, lowered his voice deliberately, "I'll tell you about you biting me."

"..."

"How?" Du Yan hooked the corner of his mouth.

Considering Du Yan's ability to talk nonsense, he didn't know how the story of "biting people like a mad dog" would be spread, Song Qichen still compromised, "Today?"

"Let's leave school today, as it happens that we don't have evening self-study on Friday." Du Yan said.

"Okay." Song Qichen nodded, turned around and lay down on the table to continue sleeping.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes a little, and found that Du Yan was still sitting next to him with his head bowed and scrolling on his phone.

"You're not leaving?" Song Qichen asked, with a nasal voice that didn't wake up.

"I'm too lazy to move." Du Yan looked at the phone without raising his head, and responded casually, "Class Nine is my home."

"Stupid." Song Qichen closed his eyes again.

"Hey, do you have a communication barrier?" Du Yan asked suddenly, and nudged the person who was sleeping on his stomach, "Social phobia or something."

"What?" Song Qichen buried his face in his arms, his voice muffled, "Take your hands away."

"No, I'm serious." Du Yan withdrew his hand, turned around, and faced Song Qichen's head, "Aren't you unwilling to talk to people, afraid of making friends, unable to control your emotions..."

Song Qichen sat up suddenly, faced him as well, and asked through gritted teeth, "Do you think I look like me?"

"Like, very like," Du Yan said with a serious face, "My neck still hurts."

Song Qichen was a little helpless, he opened his mouth, and said after a long time: "...I don't bite people just when I see them."

Du Yan looked him up and down a few times, his eyes were full of disbelief, "Who are you lying to, you, you are the type to catch someone and bite someone."

Song Qichen felt that he had a toothache, so he rolled up his sleeves, "Looking for a beating?"

Du Yan didn't speak, but raised his chin and stared at him provocatively for a while. Just when Song Qichen was about to stand up and push him to solve the problem, Du Shameless Yan stood up and shouted, " Song Qichen hit someone, help, run, run" while running out the back door of Class Nine.

Song Qichen was stunned by the rapid speed, and wondered if this person really had any intellectual problems.

After school in the afternoon, Song Qichen stood under the shade of the bus stop, staring at the passing vehicles, and yawned for the fourth time in the past 2 minutes.

In order not to be seized by Director Chen to punish him for writing a self-criticism, he insisted on ringing the bell to enter the classroom at seven o'clock in the morning every day these days.The continuous waking up made him suffer from severe lack of sleep, and the lack of sleep caused him to feel irritable, especially when there was an emotionally excited red-haired boy standing beside him.

Song Qichen looked at Du Yan who looked excited like a primary school student preparing to go on an outing, and sighed silently.

Right now, he really wanted to slap himself to death who promised to take Du Yan to eat pie in the morning.