I want this sand sculpture

After a while, Song Qichen's cell phone rang again.He glanced at Du Qingqing apologetically, grabbed his phone and walked out of the study.

After Du Yan asked his sister to do the questions well and got a blank stare, he also followed Song Qichen out.

"Hello." Song Qichen answered the phone.

Du Yan didn't know who was on the other end of the phone, and he didn't know what he said to Song Qichen. In short, it was not a good thing.

Song Qichen frowned tightly after answering the phone, looking very flustered.

"I'm taking a day off for tutoring today," Song Qichen said quickly, "I'll go back to the west of the city."

After speaking, without waiting for Du Yan to react, Song Qichen ran out of Du's villa directly.

"Hey!" Du Yan shouted, "I'll go with you!"

He quickly ran back to the study to tell Du Qingqing that the tutoring was cancelled, and then rushed out of the house to catch up with Song Qichen.

After the two got into the taxi together, Du Yan asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Qichen's expression was a little confused, he hesitated, "Meng Fan jumped off the building."

"What?" Du Yan yelled out without controlling the volume, and lowered his voice after seeing the driver's curious gaze, "Was it Wu Hao's call just now?"

"No," Song Qichen took a deep breath, "It's Wu Cheng."

"Wu Cheng?" Du Yan was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, "They must know each other!"

It was rare for Song Qichen not to complain about Du Yan's nonsense, he frowned tightly and stared at his fingers.

"What did he tell you?" Du Yan asked, stretching out his hand to pull away Song Qichen's unconscious fingers.

"He said that Meng Fan was going to jump off the building and told me to go," Song Qichen paused, "...to take one last look at him."

"Fuck?" Du Yan stared, "He said that?"

Song Qichen pinched his fingers together again, "No, Wu Hao should have asked him to say that."

"It's pinched." Du Yan separated his fingers again, and when he pulled them apart, he felt Song Qichen trembling slightly, "Is it cold?"

Song Qichen was silent for a while, then shook his head lightly: "It's not cold, I..."

"Afraid?" Du Yan helped him complete the next sentence.

After another half a minute, Song Qichen uttered a syllable in a low voice, "En."

"It's okay." Du Yan reached out and rubbed his back, hesitated for a moment before rubbing his hair, "I'm here."

"...En." Song Qichen responded.

Along the way, Song Qichen pursed his lips tightly and didn't speak any more. Du Yan took his fingers and squeezed them to prevent him from pinching himself again.

Song Qichen sent a few messages to Meng Fan but didn't receive a reply. He tried to make a few more phone calls, but they couldn't get through without exception.

Things might be worse than he imagined, Meng Fan might have...

Song Qichen's pupils shrank suddenly, and Du Yan's grip on his hand became a little bit harder.

"Master, please hurry up," Du Yan said, "We have something urgent."

"Hey, good." The driver responded and speeded up.

When I was about to drive to the No. [-] Middle School, the car was blocked on the road.

"What's going on in front?" The driver slowed down, lowered the window, and looked around.

Many people surrounded the entrance of the No. [-] Middle School, chatting about something, pointing to the roof of the tallest teaching building from time to time, and two police cars were parked around.

There was only a buzzing in Song Qichen's head. He followed the eyes of the crowd and saw a person sitting on the top of the second floor.

It was too far away, Song Qichen couldn't tell who that person was.

"Oh, I'm afraid someone jumped off the building ahead." The driver looked around curiously, and the taxi moved forward slowly.

Du Yan frowned, subconsciously looking at Song Qichen.

Song Qichen stared closely at the figure on the roof, pinching Du Yan's fingers slightly.

He seemed to grab something every time he was nervous, Du Yan recalled that night in the west of the city, this man was also holding his arm tightly, the nails were embedded in the flesh, causing pain.

But this time Du Yan didn't pull it out, so grab something to make him feel at ease.

The crowd outside was noisy, the taxi had already driven to the edge of the crowd, and Du Yan could hear people's discussions through the driver's open window.

"Why don't you dance?"

"The police | the police are here, I guess I can't jump."

"You want to die at a young age, this kid can't do it."

"Yeah, the psychological endurance is too bad."

"Say a few words less, it's not good for people's family to hear."

……

Du Yan swore that if he hadn't dragged Song Qichen, he would definitely jump out and beat up these people one by one.

Listening to it makes people angry.

The figure on the roof swayed, as if it could be blown down by the wind if one was not careful.

Where is Wu Hao?

When Du Yan yelled to tell the driver to turn around, Song Qichen hadn't reacted yet.

They were drowned out by a sudden burst of screams and footsteps, and the honking of ambulances, before falling silent.

Some people ran to the second floor with expressions of excitement or sadness on their faces, some covered their mouths and pulled out of the crowd, and some stayed where they were and watched.

Song Qichen felt as if he was thrown into the lake, and the only sound around was the sound of bubbling bubbles.

The driver closed the window at Du Yan's request, turned a corner in the chaotic crowd, and left No. [-] Middle School.

The voice behind him was gradually cut off, and the temperature on his hands was a little hot, and Song Qichen remembered that he was still in the car.

He blinked his eyes in confusion and looked at Du Yan.

"Is he dead?" Song Qichen heard his own voice.

"No." Du Yan replied without hesitation.

Song Qichen didn't seem to hear his words clearly, he shook his head, "It's my fault."

"No." Du Yan looked straight into Song Qichen's eyes, and the beautiful eyes lost focus again.

After being stunned for a long time, Song Qichen suddenly frowned tightly, his good-looking facial features were all twisted together, and he said with some difficulty: "I want to get out of the car."

"What's wrong?" Du Yan was taken aback, and quickly rubbed his back with the other hand that was not held by him, "What's wrong?"

"I want to get out of the car." Song Qichen ignored Du Yan's question and just repeated his own words.

"Okay, okay," Du Yan said to the driver while patting him lightly, "Please stop by the side of the road, thank you."

After getting out of the car, Song Qichen started walking along the road without looking back, Du Yan had to pay the fare quickly and follow him.

"Are you okay?" Du Yan followed behind him on the right, and asked cautiously.

"It's okay." Song Qichen said.

Du Yan knew that Song Qichen must have seen Meng Fan's falling figure, but before he could see the falling figure, Du Yan told the driver to turn around.

Du Yan didn't want Song Qichen to see such a scene, which obviously had nothing to do with Song Qichen, so he couldn't be allowed to stay there, and he couldn't be allowed to get involved in this matter.

He thought he was not a cold person, but this time Du Yan selfishly hoped that Song Qichen would never interfere with Meng Fan's affairs.

Not knowing how much impact Meng Fan's jumping had on Song Qichen, Du Yan could only ask tentatively, "Where are you going?"

"Go home." Song Qichen said, Du Yan couldn't see his mood from his face.

"Then..." Du Yan still wanted to say how about I go back with you.

"No need, you go back to the east of the city, it's too late to take a taxi." Song Qichen seemed to have anticipated Du Yan's next words, and quickly interrupted him, "I'm really fine."

"..." Du Yan scratched his hair irritably, but he didn't insist anymore, "Send me a message when you get home."

"Yeah." Song Qichen didn't stop, he raised one arm and waved it twice as farewell.

Du Yan went back to the rented house in the east of the city alone. He ordered a takeaway for himself, then sat at the small coffee table and waited for Song Qichen to send him a message.

Yes, Song Qichen didn't send himself a message for more than half an hour from when he got in the car to when he returned to the rental house.

Did you go to Eighth Middle School to find Meng Fan?Or go to Wu Hao?

Du Yan's heart twitched violently.

In fact, he didn't know much about Wu Hao, only Song Qichen told him a little.

It's just that Du Yan didn't expect there to be such a disgusting person in the world.

What on earth is that bastard Wu Hao going to do!

What else does he want Song Qichen to do? !

Oh shit!

After another 10 minutes, Du Yan still didn't hear from Song Qichen. He clicked on WeChat, thinking about going to the west of the city later.

-How are you doing?

Song Qichen replied to the message very quickly.

CC: nothing

Du Yan felt relieved.

-Got home?

CC: hmm

CC: I won’t go to make up classes tomorrow, please help me ask for a leave

-good

After hesitating for a while, Du Yan still couldn't hold back and said another sentence.

– Do you need me to go over there with you?

This time Du Yan waited for a long time. When the phone rang, he didn't look at the caller ID. He answered the phone and immediately said: "Chenchen? Wait for me for a while and I'll be there right away."

"what?"

Du Yan was taken aback by the strange voice on the other end of the phone with the sound of the wind in it.

"Your takeaway has arrived, go downstairs and get it."

Du Yan was taken aback again, and it took him a while to remember that he ordered takeaway just now.

"Oh." Du Yan stood up and walked to the door, "I'll go down right away."

Song Qichen did not reply to his message.

Maybe he wants to be alone for a while, Du Yan thought.

However, what Du Yan didn't expect was that Song Qichen didn't come to class on Monday.

"Fuck." Du Yan No. called Song Qichen 13 times, and all he got was the shutdown prompt, so he slammed down the table in anger.

He was more worried than angry.

There was also some jealousy that he didn't want to admit.

Yes, he is sour.

How can Meng Fan and Wu Hao make Song Qichen, who wants to hide his precious treasure, toss like this!

He is now a lemon essence, who is not a little princess!

Du Yan couldn't bear it anymore, he got off his morning reading, walked to Wu Cheng's seat, and knocked on the corner of the table with a cold face, "Come out."

With that said, he turned and walked out.

Wu Cheng shivered for a moment. When he called Song Qichen, he knew that Kendong would be found by these two people.It's just that he didn't expect it to be more terrifying than he imagined. The moment he saw Du Yan's black face, he couldn't control his knees.

Du Yan was so angry, he had never seen it before.

Wu Cheng followed Du Yan to the rooftop, Du Yan grabbed him by the collar and threw him against the wall.

"Where is Wu Hao?" Du Yan paused every word, asking very clearly.

Wu Cheng saw that his eyes were full of haze.