I want this sand sculpture

Du Yan left the school gate and wandered the street alone.

The weather was getting colder, so Du Yan pulled the zipper of his jacket all the way up, and turned his collar up to cover his neck.

His thoughts were in a mess, and Zhou Qin's words kept echoing in his head.

Do you like Song Qichen?

Do you like Song Qichen?

Like it?

Du Yan never thought about what the person he likes would be like, and he never thought that he would like a boy, but if that person is Song Qichen, it doesn't seem so strange, everything seems natural.

No no no, unnatural, not natural at all.

Du Yan shook his head in his heart, and suddenly thought of Brother Dong and that boy.

Brother Dong's...boyfriend?

Nothing sounds wrong,

Du Yan kicked the stones under his feet and walked slowly along the street lights.

When did it start?That feeling that something is wrong.

As soon as I saw him, I wanted to laugh, and I even fell in love with waiting for him in the classroom every morning to see his irritable face when he got up and couldn't get angry.

I am used to stuffing a lollipop in my pocket and taking it out to make him happy when he is upset.

I could see his serious face as soon as I tilted my head in class, and then I couldn't look away. I was taught by Director Chen several times, but he still refused to change.

I like to make him angry, and then coax him; I like to hook his neck, but I want to throw Wanxu out when I see Wanxu hanging on him; I like to touch his hair, I like to see him smile, and I want to get closer Just a little, a little bit...

Do you like Song Qichen?

Du Yan asked himself again.

A strong heartbeat told him the answer - he likes Song Qichen.

These inexplicable emotions are all because I like him.

Du Yan just wanted to understand what was going on, but before he had time to think about how to treat the person he liked for the first time when he grew up, the phone vibrated in his trouser pocket.

He took out his phone and looked at the caller ID, it was Wan Xu.

Du Yan picked up the phone, and before he could say "Hello", Wan Xu called out.

"Brother Yan, where have you been!" Wan Xu's voice sounded anxious.

Du Yan was taken aback, "I'm going out for a stroll..."

"Why are you running around when you have nothing to do!" Wan Xu interrupted him, "What happened to you and Brother Chen?"

"What?" Du Yan was stunned, "What's wrong?"

"Why did he run away after you ran away?" Wan Xu asked, with Huang Yubin singing next to him.

"He ran away?" Du Yan frowned, turned around and walked to the school, "Where did he go?"

"How do I know... hey, stop singing..." Wan Xu's voice was a little softer, probably to deal with Huang Yubin, "Anyway, Sister Qin came over to say something to Brother Chen, and then ran away. I can't hold back."

Du Yan was silent for a while, then quickened his pace and ran towards the back wall of No. [-] Middle School, "Understood, I'll go find him."

"Then..." Wan Xu hesitated, "Don't mess with him, I haven't seen him get so angry in the past few months."

"Don't mess with him, when have I ever messed with him?" Du Yan smiled, "You eat what you have, and leave us alone."

"Okay, I don't care about you," Wan Xu said, "I have to beat Rhubarb first, and I'll die."

After hanging up the phone, Du Yan casually stuffed the phone into his pocket, turned a corner and walked into a familiar alley.

He flipped into the school lightly. At this time, No. [-] Middle School was deserted, and the entire campus was shrouded in quiet darkness.

Du Yan could hear his own footsteps and his heart beating faster because of running.

Song Qichen didn't know why he was so angry. Anyway, the result of the matter was that he threw the frightened people off the platform and ran back to the dormitory.

But Du Yan ran first, didn't he?

The protagonist of the birthday left without saying anything. Where did he come to find him?

Because of Zhou Qin?

If the confession is successful, shouldn't they come back together happily?What to run.

Even if Du Yan had a girlfriend, they wouldn't be any different from before...

won't it?

……probably.

Because it was Friday, Song Qichen's two roommates had already gone home, and the empty dormitory was deserted.

Song Qichen tidied himself up briefly and climbed onto the bed. He stuffed himself into the quilt, lay flat and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Although it was past eleven o'clock, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

After communicating face to face with the ceiling for 10 minutes, Song Qichen heard a rush of footsteps in the corridor, and then someone smashed the door of his bedroom.

Song Qichen was startled, he jumped off the bed lightly, and rushed to the door without his shoes on.

The moment he opened the door, Song Qichen swore that he was going to kill Du Yan tonight - Du Yan slapped him on the face before he could take it back.

The sound of "snap" is very crisp.

Du Yan: "..."

Song Qichen took a deep breath, "You knocked on the door in the middle of the night just to slap me?"

"No, I..." Du Yan quickly withdrew his hand, eager to explain.

"You have achieved your goal." Song Qichen interrupted him, trying to close the door with a dark face.

"Wait!" Du Yan stretched out his leg and got stuck, the door was not closed, he suppressed his voice, "Why don't you wear shoes?"

In mid-October, the weather had already started to turn cold. As soon as Du Yan said, Song Qichen felt the coolness coming from the soles of his feet.

"If you don't knock in such a hurry, I might put it on." Song Qichen said angrily.

"I'm sorry, I..." Du Yan apologized without thinking, but didn't think about what to say next.

Song Qichen leaned his body, folded his arms against the door frame and looked at him.

"I shouldn't have gone back to look for you," Du Yan said in a low voice, a little awkward, "Sister Qin told me something, I was a little confused, so..."

"She confessed to you." Song Qichen said affirmatively.

Du Yan was stunned, "Yes, but I didn't agree."

"Huh?" Song Qichen was stunned this time, "Then why are you running?"

Du Yan scratched his hair, looking a bit embarrassed, "She also said something else..."

"What?" Song Qichen asked.

Du Yan didn't speak, he looked at Song Qichen's eyes shining in the dark, and wanted to tell him his feelings for a moment, but reason told him he couldn't, not yet.

Du Yan likes Song Qichen very much, to the extent that he can't control it, but he doesn't know what Song Qichen thinks, and he's not sure if they can maintain this relationship after talking about it. He just received a birthday gift from Song Qichen...

"I'll tell you later." Du Yan blinked.

Song Qichen snorted disdainfully, but he was not angry at all when Du Yan said he didn't agree.

"Candy?" Du Yan asked, habitually fumbling his hand into his trouser pocket.

"Eat." Song Qichen said, it seems that the frequency of eating sugar in the past few months is much higher than before, but Song Qichen selectively ignores whether he will gain weight.

Du Yan touched for a long time, then switched hands to touch the other side, and finally sniffed in embarrassment, "Well, I didn't buy it today..."

Song Qichen looked at him amusedly, "Then what should we do?"

Du Yan thought for a while, "Shall I help you with your homework?"

"..." Song Qichen said in his heart that you really dare to say, "you'd better go."

"Then," Du Yan hesitated, "good night."

"Good night." Song Qichen said.

At eight o'clock the next morning, Song Qichen struggled to get up from the bed, and was going to Du Yan's house to give Du Qingqing extra lessons.

Du Guofeng is very generous, or he is really rich. For a high school sophomore who has no teaching experience at all, the price is 100 yuan per hour.

Song Qichen originally thought that Du Yan would mess with him during make-up lessons, but last week he just sat quietly and watched, or quietly played with his mobile phone.

Du Yan said it was because he felt uncomfortable in Du's house.When Song Qichen asked him to go back to the rental house, he refused, and insisted on sitting there awkwardly and listening.

Du Yan is a little strange today.

Song Qichen came out of the big iron gate of the boys' dormitory, and when he saw Du Yan standing under the plane tree smiling brightly at him, he wondered if he hadn't woken up, or had hallucinations from drinking too much yesterday.

Song Qichen shook his head, trying to wake himself up, but it didn't help - Du Yan was still standing there.

"Good morning." Du Yan shouted.

Well not an illusion.

Song Qichen walked over quickly, "Why are you crazy?"

"Come to pick you up." Du Yan said with a smile.

Song Qichen didn't know what to say, so he rolled his eyes, "You're free."

"Have you had breakfast yet?" Du Yan stretched out his arm, as if he wanted to put it on Song Qichen's shoulder, but he hesitated for a moment and then put it down.

"Didn't eat," Song Qichen glanced at him, "What's wrong with you?"

Du Yan was stunned for a moment, then raised his arms to wrap his arms around him, "No, let's go eat."

Soon, Song Qichen discovered that Du Yan was not only weird in the morning, but also that he behaved very... people wanted to beat him up.

When Du Yan stared at Song Qichen with a smirk for the third time, and asked him if he wanted to drink water but was refused and continued to smirk, Du Qingqing couldn't bear it anymore.

"Brother," Du Qingqing tapped the table vigorously with her pen, "If you laugh again, I'll throw you out."

Du Yan was very dissatisfied, "Did I laugh?"

Du Qingqing: "Laughed."

Du Yan looked at Song Qichen again, "Did I laugh?"

Song Qichen: "Why don't you go and see your brain?"

"..." Du Yan reluctantly took out his phone and clicked on Happy Bubble, "Go ahead."

Du Qingqing is very smart. Song Qichen found that as long as he explained the questions carefully, Du Qingqing would never make mistakes on similar questions. It was just that he would occasionally get stuck when solving the questions. A little reminder would be fine.

He couldn't help but cast a glance at Du Yan who was seriously playing the game next to him, and couldn't help feeling in his heart why such a smart younger sister had such... an unspeakable older brother.

And this brother has no sense of crisis at all.

"It's not that he can't listen to the words of our teachers, he just doesn't want to understand."

"If you are familiar with him, help the teacher to pull him a little bit."

The few words Director Chen said in the office that day suddenly sounded in his head.

He didn't want to understand, so he helped the teacher pull him a little bit.

What was Du Yan thinking?

Don't care about your future?

Can I... can hold him?

"Teacher Chenchen—"

"Ah?" Du Qingqing's elongated cry brought Song Qichen back to his senses. The little girl called him Teacher Chenchen from the first day, but it didn't work a few times, so Song Qichen simply stopped caring about the title.

It must have been taught by Du Yan.

"Your phone," Du Qingqing raised her chin at the phone on the side of the table, "it's been ringing for a long time."

"Oh." Song Qichen nodded, motioned for the little girl to continue doing exercises, and reached for the phone.

It was an incoming call without a note, and when he was about to answer it, the other party hung up.

It was probably a typo, Song Qichen didn't care.