I want this sand sculpture

Du Yan ran away from home without bringing anything, so he had to stay at Song Qichen's house first.Song Qichen found a spare mobile phone for him to use first, and the amazing thing is that Du Yan kept the phone card in his pocket all the time, so he didn't need to get another one.

This must be such a strong awareness of prevention.

I don't know if Du Guofeng suddenly realized his conscience, or he wanted to exile Du Yan for a few days to teach him a lesson, those bodyguards pestered them for two days and then left.

The two devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the wonderful life of working and earning money.

"Did you bring your bank card?" Song Qichen finished collecting a table and walked to Du Yan's side, "Brother Zhang asked you for the card number, and you will be paid next week."

"No, I don't have an ID card either. They're all in the rented house." In the afternoon, when there was no one in the store, Du Yan sat directly on the desk at the front desk and smiled. earn."

"Then what about your salary, cash?" Song Qichen asked.

"Hit your card," Du Yan shook his long legs, with an indifferent face, "Anyway, I eat yours, live in yours, and sleep in yours, and you can't run away."

Song Qichen glanced at him, "It's still possible not to let you in."

Du Yan narrowed his eyes, "Are you willing?"

Song Qichen didn't speak, and walked to the back kitchen with the plate.

"Hey," Du Yan jumped down, caught up with him in two steps, and asked relentlessly, "Are you really willing? I'm alone, outside, helpless, with no food or clothes, hungry and cold... ..."

"It's 37 degrees outside right now," Song Qichen said without squinting, "Even if you run wild, you won't freeze to death."

"Then you just watch me run wild?!" Du Yan glared at him.

Song Qichen was so annoyed by him, he sighed, "I gave you the keys to the house, can't you go in by yourself?"

"You said you wouldn't let me in!" Du Yan still stared at him.

"Shut up!" Song Qichen couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped his head with one hand.

Temporary employees in a pie shop pay their wages according to the mood of the boss, sometimes two weeks, sometimes a month, and they will be given red envelopes when they are in a particularly good mood.

Du Yan always felt that Brother Zhang didn't come out to make money, he came out to help the poor.

The two of them worked in the store for two weeks and got the wages that brother Zhang gave them.500 yuan per person with a 4000 yuan "face" red envelope, a total of [-] yuan in Song Qichen's card.

At 09:30 in the evening, the teenagers returned home after a hard day's work, kicked off their shoes and quickly slumped on the sofa.

"Are you here?" Du Yan leaned next to Song Qichen's head, staring at the phone with him to check the balance on the card, "How much?"

This card was newly issued by Song Qichen two days before his holiday. He planned to accumulate it bit by bit to see how he can live on his own.

"Two thousand and five." Song Qichen said, and glanced at Du Yan who was in a state of excitement.

"Damn!" Du Yan yelled, "Okay, it's the first time I've made money."

Song Qichen smiled, "Me too."

Du Yan didn't speak, and bent his eyes to look at Song Qichen. After a few seconds, he raised his hand and squeezed his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Song Qichen turned his head to look at him.

"No," Du Yan pinched his shoulder again, "Come and get a haircut with me tomorrow."

"Okay," Song Qichen stroked his hair, it was quite long, and the few pinches of red that used to be conspicuous were now covered in black, "Go at noon?"

"Okay." Du Yan laughed again, tired of laughing, turned around and lay down on the sofa, "Hey, that's great."

Song Qichen curled his lips and lay on the side facing him.

"Why don't you," Du Yan said suddenly after lying down for a while, "do you want to cut your hair too?"

"Huh?" Song Qichen closed his eyes, he didn't want to move after a long day.

Du Yan sat up, hung his head over Song Qichen's face and looked at him, "Why don't you dye it too?"

Song Qichen opened his eyes, looked at Du Yan's upside down face and raised his eyebrows.

"Dye it green." Du Yan said seriously.

"..." Song Qichen's expression was momentarily indescribable, "How do I go out?"

"Then why can't you go out?" Du Yan continued to lie on his face and said, "You are green and I am red. We just make a couple."

"roll."

At noon the next day, Song Qichen still accompanied Du Yan to the barber shop.

"Are you really not dyed?" Du Yan was still insisting in front of the shop door.

"No." Song Qichen remained expressionless.

"What about Scissors?" Du Yan pushed open the door, and the air-conditioning blowing on his face mixed with the fragrance made him tremble three times.

"No." Song Qichen followed him into the door.

"Why does your hair grow so slowly? I saw you two months ago and it seemed to be so long..." Du Yan muttered in a low voice, and saw a teacher Tony smiling at him, with cool gradient green hair on his head. .

Song Qichen: "..."

Du Yan's eyes lit up instantly, and he turned his head excitedly and shouted at Song Qichen, "Did you see it!"

"..." Song Qichen felt that he could twist his neck any faster.

"May I ask what look you two want?" Tony asked with a smile.

"Cut it up for him." Song Qichen said to Tony before Du Yan opened his mouth, he was afraid that Du Yan would come and dye him green if he opened his mouth later.

The stylist stared at Du Yan and made a gesture of invitation, "Sir, sit here."

Du Yan followed his instructions and sat on the chair, and Song Qichen sat on the small sofa next to him.

"Dye it before?" Tony stood behind Du Yan, looked at Du Yan in the mirror, and stroked his hair.

"Well," Du Yan nodded, "It was dyed all red, and the school didn't allow it to stay, and then it was dyed back."

"I see," Tony smiled, "What do you want to do this time?"

"I don't know much," Du Yan said, "When I used to cut my hair, I would cut whatever the stylist said would look good."

Song Qichen sat on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows, he nestled in, and looked at Du Yan with his face propped up on one hand.

He was a little surprised when he heard this. He originally thought that someone as ostentatious as Du Yan would be cool and handsome, and that he would look trendy when he was not wearing a school uniform. wrong……?

"You look good, your facial features are three-dimensional, and you can hold up a normal hairstyle." Tony said with a smile.

"Thank you." Du Yan accepted the compliment generously, turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Song Qichen.

Song Qichen was taken aback for a moment, and was about to scold him to save face, but Du Yan quickly turned his head away.

"Stupid." Song Qichen curled his lips and cursed in a low voice.

"Then you can cut it however you think it looks good," Du Yan said, after thinking about it, he added, "Don't be too eye-catching."

"Okay," Tony smiled, and took a haircut apron and wrapped it around Du Yan's neck, "Do you need to re-dye the one you dyed before? It can be highlighted, and it won't be too conspicuous."

"No need, let's cut it all," Du Yan said, "Thank you."

"Ok."

The stylist took a comb and scissors and trimmed Du Yan's head. Du Yan was very quiet, and a person who was usually so noisy now had no voice.Song Qichen looked a little dazed, and his thoughts began to drift unconsciously.

A lot has happened in the past two weeks.

He was the one who knew Du Yan's biggest secret, and he was the only one besides him and his father.

Du Yan has been living with such a mood for more than ten years, and Song Qichen finds it unbelievable that he hasn't grown up, and hasn't come out to retaliate against the society, and a sense of admiration arises spontaneously.

But before this feeling of admiration fully rose, Song Qichen forcibly suppressed it back.

Song Qichen never knew how to comfort others, that night when Du Yan hugged him tightly with red eyes, Song Qichen felt at a loss for the first time.Fortunately, Du Yan's self-regulation ability is very strong, and he doesn't seem to need anyone's comfort.

He suddenly had a strange feeling that Du Yan was quite similar to himself.

It's not the character, nor the way of doing things, but there are some unspeakable things, Song Qichen feels that he can see himself in Du Yan.

They are all struggling, they are all confused, they are constantly doubting themselves and denying doubts, but they are firm in something they think is right, in different ways.

But there is something different.

Song Qichen nestled on the sofa, the air conditioner in the store was turned on very low, he was a little afraid of the cold, but there was plenty of light outside the window, the sun was neither hot nor cold, very comfortable.

The second before he closed his eyes and fell asleep, he was still thinking about where this "difference" was.

Du Yan didn't dye his hair this time, but simply cut it short and trimmed it based on the original hairstyle.All the red dyed before was cut off. Du Yan always felt that something was missing, but it was acceptable.

He looks a lot more energetic, and is still as handsome as ever, tsk tsk tsk.

Du Yan turned his head in front of the mirror, very satisfied.

"Old Song, don't sleep." Du Yan walked over and patted Song Qichen's arm.

Song Qichen fell into a drowsy sleep, feeling that someone was touching him, his body acted one step ahead of his brain, and subconsciously raised his hand to hit someone.

"Hey!" Du Yan dodged and grabbed his wrist, "Why are you sleeping so hard?"

Song Qichen was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes suddenly, and relaxed after seeing the person in front of him clearly, "I'm sorry..."

"That means I have a better temper," Du Yan let go of him, and raised his chin, "Is he handsome?"

Although Du Yan's shameless behavior made Song Qichen want to beat him, but he had to admit that Du Yan was indeed good-looking.

The lines of the boy's face are still a little soft, with a smile on his face, and he looks more capable after cutting his hair short, and he looks like he can hit two more people.

Song Qichen nodded, "It's okay."

Du Yan stared at him for a long time, finally clicked his tongue, and turned to Tony to pay.

"You will be charged a total of one hundred and two for hair washing, hair cutting and maintenance," Tony said, "Do I need to apply for a card?"

Du Yan stopped taking out his mobile phone to pay, he looked at Tony in shock, "No, why am I so expensive?"

"Let me help you," Tony said very patiently, "The labor fee for shampooing is 20 yuan, and the haircut is 70 yuan. The maintenance is free, and there is [-] yuan for shampoo..."

"When did I buy shampoo?" Du Yan was still shocked.

"This comes with the haircut package." Tony took out a leaflet and handed it to Du Yan. "And you just used this bottle of shampoo to wash your hair. The used product does not support returns."

Du Yan stared at the flyer in dumbfounded. It did say a 120 yuan haircut package, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

No one will buy this thing at first sight!

"Well," Tony looked at Du Yan's frozen expression, and smiled understandingly, "Our store has another event, are you interested in doing model promotion for us?"

"What?" Du Yan was even more shocked.

"Your image is very good-looking," Tony said, "If you can take a group of promotional photos for our store, you can get a [-]% discount."

"Okay." Du Yan nodded without hesitation for a second.

Tony glanced at Song Qichen who was nestled on the sofa playing with his mobile phone: "If you can bring your friends, you can get a [-]% discount."

Song Qichen heard the conversation, looked this way, and met Du Yan's expectant eyes.

"No..." Song Qichen wanted to refuse.

"He is willing." Du Yan quickly turned around and said loudly before giving him a chance to finish speaking.

Song Qichen: "..." I am willing to be your uncle.

So Song Qichen desperately put on the gradient green wig that Tony handed over, and desperately sculpted it together with Du Yan, who was smiling brilliantly.

Destroy, this world of despair.