I want this sand sculpture

When Song Qichen always feels bad or irritable, eating and sleeping are the best solutions to the problem.I ran back from school in the afternoon and ate a pie, and it has been ten hours since I woke up.

Song Qichen opened his eyes and found that the surroundings had completely darkened.The long sleep made him feel a little tired. He moved his body and reached for his phone by the pillow.

The screen that lit up instantly after pressing the power button made him close his eyes immediately, and opened them slightly after a few seconds, turned the brightness of the screen to the lowest level under the bright light, and glanced at the time.

2: 15.

He turned over, from lying on his back to lying on his side.

There were three missed calls on the mobile phone, all from the head teacher. It was after eight o'clock, and it was probably after eight o'clock that the couple left.There is also a WeChat message, which was sent by the monitor to ask him where he went.

Thinking of the quarrel in the afternoon, Song Qichen's originally calm mood became irritable again. He put down his phone, raised his hand and squeezed the space between his eyebrows, planning to sleep again.

But after working hard for a few minutes, he found that instead of falling asleep, he became more and more awake. He closed his eyes tightly in despair, and opened them suddenly in resignation.

Sure enough, the law of insomnia that he could not fall asleep after waking up in the middle of the night did not lie to him.

"Tsk." Song Qichen lifted the quilt and sat up on the bed, looked down at the clothes on his body, it was still the one he was wearing in the afternoon - he fell asleep as soon as he came back, and he didn't change his clothes.

He got out of bed and put on his slippers, took a piece of clean clothes from the cabinet, and quietly walked out of the room to take a shower.

Song Qichen took a shower very quickly, and it was only 02:30 when he came out with dripping hair.He stared up at the ceiling for a while, feeling depressed for no reason, and wanted to go for a walk.

The wind in early summer is still a bit cool, especially at night.

In the west of the city, there is no life at night, and the shadows of the trees are mottled on the ground by the faint light of the street lamps, and there are scattered low old buildings next to them.Follow the narrow path to the main road at the end, connecting the east and west ends of T City.

Occasionally, there are vehicles passing by quickly in front, leaving behind a little noise and a large amount of exhaust gas - most of the vehicles coming from the east of the city pass here to the next city, and few people will stop here.

Song Qichen forgot to wear his coat when he went out, and now he got goosebumps on his arms.He rubbed his arm, and accidentally touched the blood mark pinched out by the woman, and immediately gasped in pain.

Song Qichen didn't think much about the future, he is a person who lives in the moment, he can do whatever he thinks of.

But now for the first time he felt lost.

Kind of not sure where to go next.

He stared down at the road and walked straight to the edge of the road.There was a slightly raised table by the side of the road, and he picked a place where the streetlights were not so bright and sat down on the table, dragging his head and staring at the front in a daze.

Song Qichen's grades are very good, he has always been in the top three in his grade, and he can get the first place from time to time.

In fact, he himself didn't like studying, and his grades were not very readable when he was a child.

Just for some obsession, or for some late, no longer needed proof.

That probably happened in junior high school. From then until now, Song Qichen was a freshman in high school. In the past seven or eight years, no matter whether he was absent from class or fighting, the top three in the grade list would always have the word "Song Qichen".

"You really let us down."

Gee.

He stretched out his long legs, squinted his eyes, and reached into his trouser pocket to take out a cigarette. When he found that there was no cigarette in the trousers he had just changed, he put his hand in the pocket, and fell back and lay on his back. go down.

There are many stars.

very nice.

Du Yan always felt that his campus life was a bit too peaceful, so he often found something for himself and others to do.

For example, two weeks ago, he dyed his curly hair an eye-catching red, the red of his birth year, and was chased all the way to the classroom by the head of the department as soon as he stepped into the school gate.

At that time, Dong Yan was drinking water, and when he saw the red-haired Du Yan walking into the classroom in a calm and happy manner, followed by Director Chen, who seemed not in a very good mood, he almost choked to death without a sip of water.

Although he was forced to dye his hair back to black two days later.

However, Du Yan was very satisfied with keeping a few pinches.

Apart from these trivial matters, Du Yan is also kind-hearted and helpful. He will participate in all major and minor matters. Generally speaking, he is nosy.Occasionally, he would fight and skip classes. Due to his strong fighting power, Du Yan's words in Chengdong No. [-] Middle School were quite important.

It's a pity that I talk too much, have a less aloof temperament, and my usual behavior is a bit shaky, and I have never been a bully in the second lieutenant.

Today, Du Yan, who is not harsh and talkative, decided to skip two classes and go to the west of the city to eat pies.

Du Qingqing ate all the two cakes I bought yesterday, and it took me a long time to take a small bite, which made him very upset, especially because the cakes were delicious.

Du Yan got up early, didn't have breakfast, went out at six o'clock, took a taxi and started the journey.

Du Yan didn't often get up early, and he started to feel sleepy when he got in the car, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep for most of the time.When he was about to arrive, he barely opened his eyes, he stretched, and after a few yawns, his eyelids started to fight again.

Du Yan raised his head and stared out the window, trying not to close his eyes.

I have to say that the environment in the west of the city is indeed very good. The air is much cleaner than in the east of the city. There must be no smog.

The scenery is so beautiful, hey, there is an artificial lake over there.

There is no rubbish on the side of the road.

no trash...

Hey what the fuck is that?

"Hey master, please stop the car by the side of the road!" After Du Yan saw the "thing" spread out on the side of the road, he patted the back of the front seat twice and told the driver to stop.

"Stop here?" The driver was taken aback, thinking that something serious happened, he turned the steering wheel and stopped.

"That's right, right here." Du Yan got out of the car and paid, "Thank you master, please go back slowly!"

He slammed the car door, waved to the driver, and ran towards the platform across the road.

If you read correctly, is there a person lying there?

If I'm not mistaken, does this person look familiar?

Du Yan squatted next to the lying boy, and after checking with his hand to confirm that he was still breathing, he gradually gave up the idea of ​​yelling to kill someone.

This is too much like a murder scene!Yue Hei Feng Gao robbed money and seduced the victim who resisted and was eventually killed and thrown away...

Du Yan shivered, curled his lips, and leaned against Song Qichen's head, which hung directly above his face.

Yesterday I was just in a daze and didn't look carefully, so this person looks pretty good-looking.

The young man had fair skin, flushed cheeks, and no blemishes. The fine hairs on his face glowed warm yellow in the morning light.

The eyelids were closed, and the eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a shadow.

Lips are a little dry.

The soft-looking black hair was laid obediently on the forehead, and the brows were stretched, as if sleeping very relaxed.

Tsk tsk tsk, even if he sleeps here, he is still a handsome guy.

Why wasn't someone dragged away and bought it that night?

Du Yan shook his head, held his head and looked at it for a while, feeling that it was meaningless, after all, handsome guys can see it every day when they look in the mirror.

He touched his face, and still felt that his face was the most handsome.

But why is this man here?Is he a bum?Or kicked out of the house?

Impossible, how can a tramp have money to buy pies.

Du Yan thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a result.

"Hey, wake up." He reached out and patted the arm of the soundly asleep man, trying to wake him up.

However, the man didn't respond after calling for a long time, Du Yan clicked his tongue, stood up and planned to leave.

Before going out for two steps, Du Yan's strong sense of responsibility and mission made Du Yan back again. He frowned and stared at the person on the ground for a while. After confirming that there was no wound on the person, he sat down and took out his mobile phone beside him. .

Wait until he wakes up, in case he is dragged away and sold

Anyway, he doesn't mind skipping an extra class.

Du Yan flicked his phone lightly, and soon his eyelids started to fight again.He turned his head to look at the boy who showed no signs of waking up, put away his phone and lay down, crossed his arms under his head, and slowly closed his eyes.

Sometimes life is so wonderful, grabbing someone's pie yesterday, lying down and sleeping together today.

……

There seems to be something wrong.

Song Qichen felt that he might not have woken up yet.

He stared blankly at the red curly boy who suddenly appeared next to him when he woke up, a little suspicious of life.

what's the situation?Were you with this person last night?

My mind went blank for a long time before slowly recovering from the dead state.

Song Qichen tried his best to search for the memory of the person in front of him. The strange person he met in the pie shop yesterday seemed to have a sister who was terminally ill and would die if he didn't eat pie.

There seems to be no more.

He shook his dazed head to wake himself up.

Then he continued to stare at Du Yan in a daze, hesitating whether to slap himself awake or wake up the person on the ground who was sleeping soundly with his mouth open and snoring.

In the end, he gave up these two ideas, after all, he didn't know who this person was.

And it still hurts to smack myself...

"Hello." Song Qichen reached out and pushed Du Yan's shoulder.

"Hmm..." Du Yan snorted, but didn't wake up.

"..." Why can I still sleep so dead on the side of the road.

This man should be dragged away and sold.

Song Qichen sighed, touched his stomach, and felt a little hungry.But he doesn't seem to have any desire to eat. A series of things yesterday gave him a headache.

What happened yesterday... Tsk.

Thinking of those screams, quarrels, and definitely not friendly eyes, Song Qichen felt so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

He wiped his face, startled when his fingers touched his forehead.

Fuck, it's hot.

Have a fever?

"Fuck." Song Qichen couldn't accept the fact that he fell ill so easily.

He put his hands down on his knees, drooped his head, thinking about why he had a fever after sleeping in the open air all night, and tried not to fall asleep.

It stands to reason that he should go to buy medicine now, take it and go home to sleep, but there is an unknown person who looks like he will sleep here forever, and his not-so-strong sense of responsibility still forces him to stay.

It's just a fever, he is not so delicate when he grows up.

Du Yan slept very comfortably. Sleeping in the warm sun was different from sleeping on the bed. It was a natural smell.

All is well, if the numbed hands are ignored.

Du Yan sat up while shaking his hands, and was a little shocked to find that the person next to him was already awake but seemed to be falling asleep again. This was the first time he had seen such a person who could sleep.

Du Yan was thinking about what kind of opening remarks he should use so that he would not be as awkward as yesterday, he hesitated for a long time, he felt that he should first reach out and pat him to say hello.

Just when Du Yan's hand was about to touch Song Qichen's shoulder, the young man who seemed to be falling asleep suddenly raised his head and stared at him with complicated eyes that Du Yan could not understand.

Du Yan was taken aback by him, and his outstretched hand stopped in the air, trying to understand the meaning of this look seriously.

But Song Qichen didn't give him a chance to figure it out.

Du Yan watched the boy in front of him stare at him for a few seconds, opened his mouth and made a broken sound, and then suddenly fell towards him.

"Hey hey hey!" Du Yan subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch Song Qichen, who was upside down, to prevent his pretty face from hitting the ground, "Are you touching porcelain in broad daylight?"

The boy didn't speak, and Du Yan felt that his breath was abnormally hot and short when he hit his hand.

Du Yan quickly straightened Song Qichen, let him sit on his back, and raised his hand to touch his forehead.

"Damn it," Du Yan felt that the temperature could go out and set up a stall to roast sweet potatoes, and stared at the boy in his arms in shock, "You ran away from home after burning like this?!"

Song Qichen opened his eyes and glanced at him, opened his mouth but still could not speak, struggled to remember but failed, finally closed his eyes in despair.

Throat tight, no strength in the whole body.

It's a fucking disgrace to throw home.

"Okay, stop talking." Du Yan pulled Song Qichen up, who was about to slide down, "Is there a hospital near here?"

Song Qichen opened his eyes a little, raised his finger with difficulty, pointed in one direction, and then hung down to lean on Du Yan.

What a fuck, I didn't have a fever like this before.

Du Yan pulled the "weak boy" up from the ground with all his might, and Song Qichen almost stopped when he leaned on him.He hesitated for a while, considering that it might be impossible to take someone to the hospital like this, so he gritted his teeth and bent down: "Come up."

Song Qichen didn't move, he cleared his throat and said, "I can go."

"You're still walking like this, come up!" Du Yan finished speaking, and before Song Qichen could respond, he sent the person on his back, and the young man's weight pushed him forward two steps, "Fuck... you It doesn't look that heavy."

Du Yan felt sorry for skipping today's class if he was not given an enthusiastic citizen award.

Song Qichen didn't speak any more, and lay on Du Yan's back without moving.

Now his head hurts and he feels drowsy. He always feels that he is still in that office and has not come out. After a while, he is in the alley behind No. [-] Middle School, and there is a twitching person lying on the ground...

Dizziness, weakness, irritability, restlessness.

But the warm back under his body kept reminding him that he was not in the office, nor in the alley.

Song Qichen sighed softly, his vision gradually began to blur, and he slowly closed his eyes.

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