I want this sand sculpture

"What?" Song Qichen was stunned.

"I said... Brother Yan called someone..." Huang Yubin thought he didn't hear clearly, so he took a breath and was about to repeat it.

"Where is it?" Song Qichen interrupted him.

"The low wall at the back door is what we usually... Hey Boss Song!"

Before Huang Yubin finished speaking, Song Qichen jumped up and rushed out.

"Wait for me!" Huang Yubin shouted while chasing, and followed him into the corridor.

"Don't go!" Song Qichen roared.

Huang Yubin saw Song Qichen's figure disappear into the corridor like a gust of wind, and stopped slowly.

He actually didn't understand why Du Yan only asked him to call him Song Qichen. He didn't have much friendship with Song Qichen. This person really didn't look like someone who could fight, and calling him Boss Song was just because of his aura.

But it seems that he should reposition this irritable boy.

Song Qichen was a little anxious. In order to save time, he turned directly from the handrail of each floor to the next floor.

He had fought with Du Yan before. It goes without saying how Du Yan's strength is, it's not something that can be blocked by just three or four people.Now Du Yan called Huang Yubin to look for him, which means that the other party has brought a lot of people, maybe there are weapons.

Song Qichen also guessed who it was, Li Lei was the only one who could block Du Yan at this time.

He is also responsible for this matter, and Du Yan cannot be alone.

Song Qichen squinted his eyes, and ran towards the back wall at a faster speed.

A few meters away, Song Qichen heard the sound of fighting on the other side of the wall, at least a dozen people.His heart sank, he didn't expect Li Lei to be so gloomy.

He kicked on the ground, and turned over to the top of the wall twice, only to see Du Yan surrounded by several people covered in blood.

A person's stick was about to hit Du Yan's left leg.

"Du Yan!" He roared with red eyes, jumped up from the wall and kicked that person.

Du Yan was taken aback for a moment, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Song Qichen flying down.

He stepped aside, but it was still a step too late.

When Song Qichen kicked the face of the person behind him, the stick hit his calf.

Du Yan snorted, and knelt down on the ground with one leg, feeling a heart-piercing pain.

He tried, but couldn't get up.

"Fuck | Your mother!" Song Qichen's eyes were bloodshot, his whole body began to tremble, he snatched someone's stick, and threw it at that person like crazy.

This is the second time Du Yan saw Song Qichen who was out of control. The last time he saw him like this... It seemed that he wanted to beat himself up...

It has to be said that Song Qichen's state looks really scary, no matter what he does, he just goes up and does it.

The hands were not light or heavy, and they waved the stick to greet people's heads.If Du Yan hadn't pulled him a bit, the two of them might have to squat in the game later.

After Song Qichen came and went crazy, things were much easier to handle. Du Yan basically didn't do anything, his main task was to sit on the ground and watch the show, and stop Song Qichen from time to time so that he wouldn't beat him too hard.

Li Lei was beaten the worst. Du Yan estimated that his right arm was broken, but he couldn't tell if his leg was broken. He lost two teeth and his face was swollen.

This hospitalization is enough for him to drink a pot.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me, brother," Li Lei was so frightened that he almost cried, and looked at Du Yan, "Brother Yan, please, I will never mess with you again, don't let him beat you , and kill people again, bro!"

"Don't hit Brother Chen," Du Yan looked at him and sneered, and pulled Song Qichen who was about to punch Li Lei's head, "He can't stand up anymore."

Song Qichen didn't respond as if he didn't hear it.

Du Yan sighed, endured the pain in his leg and stood up slightly, pulling Song Qichen to the ground with all his might.

Du Yan put his arm around Song Qichen's waist, and pressed him hard behind him.Song Qichen was still thrashing about to beat someone up, his eyes were flushed.

"Dust," Du Yan whispered in his ear, "Calm down."

Song Qichen still didn't respond, and even slapped Du Yan in the process of struggling.

"Hiss—" Du Yan gasped in pain, gritted his teeth and said, "Why are you so crazy that you beat yourself up?"

After half a minute, Song Qichen finally calmed down.

He suddenly turned his head to see what was going on with Du Yan, but he didn't expect Du Yan's face to be a little closer to him, and when he turned around, their noses collided with each other.

Song Qichen felt his nose sore for a while, and then tears flowed out uncontrollably.

Du Yan was stunned for a moment, he hugged Song Qichen reflexively, and ran up and down his back, "Don't cry, does it hurt somewhere? I don't know you can be so scared...I...fuck , if I knew it earlier, I wouldn’t have called you here..."

Song Qichen rested his chin on Du Yan's shoulder, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

Du Yan's soft words of comfort floated in his ears, and there was a gentle but somewhat stiff pat on the back. He could feel the warmth of Du Yan's palm passing through his clothes to his back, and he could also feel the panic in Du Yan's breath.

Song Qichen's ears turned red.

Since he was a child, no one has comforted him like this, and no one cared whether he was afraid, hurt, or injured when he was fighting.What everyone saw and heard was that that child hurt so-and-so again, that child is terrible, don't play with him in the future...

No one cared about the reasons for his violent fights, including his parents.

So he shrank himself into his shell, ignored those fears, disappointments, and even malicious slander and abuse towards him, became withdrawn and irritable, and became the feared Song Qichen now.

At this moment, he actually didn't want to leave this warm and powerful embrace.

Song Qichen was taken aback by his own thoughts, and suddenly came back to his senses.

He sniffed, and gently pushed Du Yan away, "Fuck off, you bumped your nose."

"Really?" Du Yan raised his eyebrows in disbelief, and reached out to touch the tip of his nose.

"Are you looking for a beating?" Song Qichen patted Du Yan's hand away, "You can't beat me now."

"Fuck," Du Yan saw that he was really fine, so he relaxed and said, "Crying as soon as you say it scares me to death."

Song Qichen rolled his eyes, "Does your leg hurt anymore?"

It was only then that Du Yan remembered his injury, and tried to move his leg, but there was still a sharp pain.

Song Qichen probably guessed from the way Du Yan frowned, he sighed, squatted in front of Du Yan and turned his back on him, "Come up."

"No, just help me up..." Du Yan hesitated, worried that Song Qichen wouldn't be able to carry him on his back.

"Shut up," Song Qichen interrupted him, "Get out."

"Hey," Du Yan raised his eyebrows, hooked his hands on Song Qichen's neck, and stretched his waist to lie on the whole body, "If you dare to throw me, I will beat you."

Song Qichen supported his legs with his hands and stood up slowly, "With this strength, it's better to practice boxing and taekwondo. The dignified second lieutenant colonel was beaten like this by someone who doesn't know what it is. It's embarrassing to say it."

"Hey," Du Yan laughed, reaching out to rub the top of his head, "You talk a lot today."

"Don't move," Song Qichen gave him a sideways glance, "Believe it or not, I really threw you away."

"Don't, don't, don't," Du Yan immediately lay down obediently, "Brother Chen, I was wrong."

"How did you get hurt like this?" The school nurse looked at Du Yan in shock, "Come in, come in, sit there."

Song Qichen put Du Yan on the small bed and sat down.

"I bumped into someone on the way here," Du Yan said, "I fell into a ditch."

"You liar," the school nurse rolled her eyes, and brought some iodine swabs over, "I've lived in the east of the city for more than 20 years, and I've never seen a road with a ditch."

Du Yan gritted his teeth and didn't speak.

"I'll give you some medicine to disinfect these wounds first, and the handsome guy will help me get some gauze, it's on that shelf," the school doctor's sister dipped a cotton swab in iodine and ordered Song Qichen, "Hurry up and take a look at the hospital for your leg. I don’t have a camera here so I can’t take pictures, I’m afraid I’ll break a bone.”

Song Qichen frowned, a little worried about Du Yan's legs.

"Talking about you, handsome guy." Seeing that Song Qichen didn't respond, Du Yan reached out and patted him, "Help my sister get the gauze."

"Ah," Song Qichen was stunned, and quickly got up to look for the gauze, his eyes still couldn't help looking at Du Yan's left leg, "His leg..."

"It's okay," Du Yan said, "No broken bones."

"Oh, it's amazing for you," the school doctor's sister took the gauze and tore off a strip, and asked Song Qichen to help hold the rest, "You can tell that the bones are not broken?"

"Really not," Du Yan clicked his tongue, "I don't know about my own legs."

"You know what a fart!" The school doctor's sister poked the medicine on Du Yan's arm, and the pain made him grin his teeth and almost burst into tears on the spot, "Hurry up and take a look after it's done, or I'll report to your class teacher that you fought ah."

"Don't leave my sister," Du Yan hurriedly laughed, "I'll go, I'll go, that's fine."

The school doctor sister looked at him and sighed, and said to Song Qichen: "Little handsome guy, you can go with him later, I will ask your head teacher for leave."

"Yeah." Song Qichen nodded.

Du Yan pursed his lips.

"Let me tell you that there is no fracture, you still don't believe me." Du Yan hopped on one leg twice, and said with a look that deserved a beating.

Song Qichen helped Du Yan walk out of the hospital gate, and refrained from kicking him for the sake of being a disabled person, "If you bounce a few more times, don't want this leg."

"How can I walk without jumping?" Du Yan questioned.

"..." It really makes sense.

Seeing Song Qichen's choked expression, Du Yan happily raised his chin at him with an arrogant expression.

Song Qichen rolled his eyes, ignoring him.

Du Yan's leg didn't hurt any bones, but his muscles were seriously injured, and there were several deep gashes.After a simple treatment, the doctor sewed three stitches, wound him with gauze several times, and gave him a tetanus shot. He was told to rest and try not to stretch the muscles of his left leg.

So Song Qichen served as Du Yan's humanoid crutch.

"Hey," Du Yan patted Song Qichen, "If Zhou Qin asks you what happened to me, don't say that Li Lei hit you."

Song Qichen glanced at him and raised his eyebrows.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Du Yan clicked his tongue, "I'm afraid that if she gets angry, she will go to Li Lei to settle accounts. Her temper is similar to yours. Are you two brothers and sisters who have been separated for many years?"

"Got it." Song Qichen smiled.

When I returned to school, Class Ten happened to be Dong Yan's class. Du Yan jumped on one leg against Song Qichen, raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Report!"

The voice was very loud, not at all like someone who had been beaten to the ground.

Dong Yan was startled when he came to open the door, "What's the matter? Why are you still limping? Xiao Zhang told me that you went to the hospital for an examination, why did your leg break?"

"Brother Dong, I didn't..." Du Yan tried to explain.

"His leg is not broken," Song Qichen interrupted Du Yan without changing his expression, "He fell into a ditch on the way to school."

Du Yan: "..."

Dong Yan: "..."

"Brother Yan, are you...are you alright?" Huang Yubin looked at Du Yan who was jumping all the way over with a worried expression, and asked in a low voice.

"Do you think I seem to be in trouble?" Du Yan took out his textbook from the hole in the table and opened it, pretending to look down, "I haven't put on any plaster."

"Then..." Huang Yubin hesitated, "Boss Song..."

"He's fine." Du Yan glanced at him, "Old Song carried me back."

"Damn," Da Huang was shocked, "Boss Song is so powerful?"

Du Yan rolled his eyes and ignored him.

"Brother Yan," Huang Yubin slapped Du Yan's arm again, "I'll help you to eat after class later?"

"No need," Du Yan took out his phone and concentrated on playing the game, "I have Lao Song."

"Then I'll take you home after school?" Huang Yubin asked again.

"No, I have Lao Song." Du Yan said.

"..." Huang Yubin felt that he had fallen out of favor, "I don't think Boss Song will talk to you."

"You are wrong." Du Yan finally looked up at Huang Yubin, and smiled smugly, "You are too young."

Huang Yubin: "..."

At noon that day, when Da Huang saw Song Qichen who appeared at the door of their class with a box of lunch and said "get out" impatiently, and Du Yan who jumped out happily on one leg, he immediately felt that the world was disillusioned.