I want this sand sculpture

"What are your plans for this weekend?" Du Yan asked in a low voice after poking Song Qichen, who was seriously writing the paper, with a pen on the last night of self-study on Friday.

Song Qichen didn't even raise his head, "Make up lessons for your sister."

"And then?" Du Yan spoke again unwillingly, and took the pen out of Song Qichen's hand by the way.

"..." Song Qichen said silently dozens of times in his heart. Can't be angry, can't be angry, can't beat him, can't beat him, turned to look at Du Yan, "Didn't Da Huang say to go out and play?"

"Huh?" Du Yan raised his left eyebrow, and slowly took out his phone from the hole in the table.

Clicking on WeChat, Huang Yubin really howled in the group this afternoon and went out to watch a movie on the weekend. The recently released domestic horror movie had surprisingly good ratings.

Du Yan frowned slightly looking at the chat records in the group.

Rhubarb woof woof: Going to the movies tomorrow?Just that Phantom Cry, I heard it's good

Long live Wan Xu: All right, I have nothing to do anyway

Long live Wan Xu: Just the two of us?

Rhubarb woof woof: Where's Brother Yan and Brother Chen?Are they going?

Long live Wan Xu: ...

The recording stopped here. Du Yan didn't look at his phone all afternoon. Since Monday, he found that Song Qichen looked much better than his phone.

Song Qichen watched Du Yan's expression change with some amusement, and took out his mobile phone to poke the screen a few times before he replied the message.

Song Qi Bu Lai Chen: I'm not going, I have something to do tomorrow

Song Qi Bu Lai Chen: Du Yan doesn't go either

Du Yan looked at him in astonishment, Song Qichen raised the corners of his lips and smiled.

Huang Yubin quickly responded to the message.

Rhubarb woof woof: What about the day after tomorrow?

Brother Yan's No. [-] handsome guy: I'm not free the day after tomorrow

Brother Yan's No. [-] Handsome: Lao Song is not free either

Long live Wan Xu: ...

Long live Wan Xu: It’s okay, you two go get busy

Rhubarb woof woof: Alright, forget it, it’s no fun for me and Wan Xu to go together

Rhubarb woof woof: Internet cafe?

Long live Wan Xu: OK

"What's the matter?" Song Qichen snatched his pen back from Du Yan's hand, looked at Du Yan who was still in a daze, "You want to watch a movie with Dahuang Wanxu?"

"No, I don't want to." Du Yan immediately vetoed it.

"Then..." Song Qichen slowed down his tone, twirling the black fountain pen between his fingers, "I wonder if Brother Yan would like to show his face and go to the movies with me?"

Du Yan didn't have any thoughts in his head at the moment, he could only hear his own heartbeat.

Although his heart was agitated, Du Yan still habitually lowered his voice to warn, "You will be kissed by me if you do this."

Song Qichen didn't speak, just narrowed his eyes and licked his lips.

"Fuck." Du Yan's blood boiled, and he quickly looked away.

Then he heard Song Qichen chuckle like a mocker.

Got tricked again, Gan!

As a result of the provocation, after school, Song Qichen was blocked by Du Yan in a corner where no one was around, and he was sent back to the dormitory after kissing and beating Song Qichen until the corners of Song Qichen's eyes were wet.

On Saturday morning, Song Qichen was standing with Du Yan under the big sycamore tree as usual.

"Morning." Du Yan smiled and looked at Song Qichen who was walking towards him, "Boyfriend."

The young man in the morning looked extraordinarily gentle, with all the edges and corners of his body melting in the morning light.Du Yan has always thought that Song Qichen's appearance in casual clothes is simple and clean, which makes people's heart beat. Of course, when he wears school uniform, he also makes people's heart beat.

Du Yan was suddenly proud that such a beautiful and perfect person was his boyfriend!

His alone!

"How long have you been standing here?" Song Qichen took the breakfast in his hand - this week Du Yan brought him breakfast in different ways every day, not repeating the same every day.

"It's only half an hour." Du Yan rubbed Song Qichen's hair in a good mood, "I'm afraid you won't be able to vent your anger if you wake up early, and you will suffocate to death."

Song Qichen took a bite of the bun, and strongly disagreed with Du Yan's statement, "I can beat you up."

"You can't." Du Yan said firmly.

"Why?" Song Qichen raised his eyebrows.

Du Yan approached his face with a serious face, before Song Qichen had time to react, he snatched away the half of the small bun left in his hand, and said vaguely while chewing: "Because you don't want to part with it."

"..." Song Qichen stretched out his hand and twitched his arm, "You idiot."

"Hey, you really hit me!" Du Yan jumped up in pain, and quickly rubbed his red arms.

Song Qichen slowly inserted the straw into the soy milk, "Really, what's the matter?"

Du Yan stared at him for a long time, and finally snatched Song Qichen's soy milk and drank a big gulp, "What can I do, I'll give you a call!"

Song Qichen smiled and clicked his tongue.

In the early autumn breeze, I don't know whose finger touched the other's first. After a short trial, the two slender hands intertwined.

Under the sun, the two teenagers' ears turned red.

It's been a month since he made up lessons for Du Qingqing. In this month, Song Qichen has never seen anyone other than the two siblings and the nanny, including Du Guofeng.

Song Qichen was a little curious about what kind of person Du Yan's father was. He had never seen a father who made his son hate him so much.

However, Song Qichen was worried that Du Yan and Du Guofeng would fight, although he and Du Yan could not beat a middle-aged man...

But the other party is Song Qichen's father!He can't come up and just shake his fist at his father!

But Du Yan himself has already punched his father...

Ah, no, Song Qichen, what are you thinking!

Song Qichen shook his head violently, pulling himself out of the strange thoughts.

Du Yan went to the kitchen to pour water for them. Song Qichen looked at the math problem Du Qingqing was writing. The little girl frowned after thinking about it for 3 minutes. He pointed to the legend on the problem, "Look at this There are two lines, and the auxiliary line is clearer from here."

Du Qingqing bit the tip of the pen and thought for a while, then her eyes lit up, she twirled the pen around and started to write the questions.

"Who did you learn about turning your pen from?" Song Qichen couldn't help asking.

"My brother," the little girl glanced at him proudly, "it's amazing, I can still throw flowers around."

"Excellent." Song Qichen smiled.

Du Yan was humming softly and tossing the teapot in the kitchen. He would definitely not touch this kind of thing normally, but now he is also a man with a boyfriend, so he has to show his hands in front of him no matter what, and give him a good drink of.

It's just that before the pot of tea was brewed, Du Yan heard the familiar sound of a car engine in the yard.

His busy dad is back.

"..." Du Yan's good mood dropped by half in an instant.

Song Qichen never expected that the scene he had just imagined just now appeared in front of him.

Du Yan wrestled with a well-dressed middle-aged man, shaking each other's fists.

"What are you going to do?!" Du Qingqing poked her head out from behind Song Qichen, was stunned for a moment, then screamed, and rushed forward to tear Du Guofeng away.

But these two people didn't intend to stop at all, how could a teenage girl pull away.

Seeing that Du Guofeng was about to touch the ceramic vase on the coffee table, Song Qichen jumped over and kicked the table over without hesitation for a second, then grabbed Du Yan with one hand, and pushed Du Guofeng back on the shoulder with the other hand.

The sudden addition made the father and son stunned at the same time, Song Qichen saw the opportunity and separated the two.

He supported Du Yan and dragged him into the study, and slammed the door shut, separating Du Qingqing and Du Guofeng in the living room.

Du Yan's anger hadn't subsided yet, he walked around the study room a few times angrily, kicked the bookcase a few times before finally calming down, slid down the cabinet, and sat on the ground dejectedly.

Song Qichen didn't know what to say, he could only squat in front of Du Yan, reached out and pulled him into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Du Yan's head rested on Song Qichen's right shoulder, and he lay in his arms, smelling the clean smell of the young man, the uneasiness and agitation in his heart gradually disappeared miraculously.

"Have you calmed down?" Song Qichen spoke softly after a long time.

When he spoke, the boy's Adam's apple was trembling around his neck, and Du Yan could feel Song Qichen's reassuring heartbeat.

"En." Du Yan nodded, buried his face in Song Qichen's neck, and rubbed it coquettishly.

Song Qichen didn't say anything, didn't let him get up, just patted him on the back.

It wasn't until Du Qingqing knocked on the door that Du Guofeng had left that Du Yan came out of Song Qichen's arms.

"I'm sorry," Du Yan sniffed, as if a little embarrassed, "Did I scare you?"

"Scared." Song Qichen said, he wanted to tease Du Yan.

Du Yan was stunned, he was obviously just asking casually, but he really didn't expect such a small scene to scare the fearful Boss Song, "Then..."

"Make me a cup of tea to calm the shock." Song Qichen interrupted him, and stroked Du Yan's hair with a smile.

"Okay." Du Yan quickly jumped up and rushed to the door, opened the door and walked to the kitchen, "I'll be ready soon."

After Du Yan left, Du Qingqing poked her head halfway in, carefully looked at Song Qichen and blinked.

"Come in," Song Qichen picked up the few books that Du Yan kicked away, and put them back on the bookcase, "May I ask you something?"

"What's the matter? You can ask." Seeing that Song Qichen was not angry, Du Qingqing walked in with confidence and sat down on the chair.

Song Qichen thought for a while, but decided to ask directly: "Your brother and Du...I mean your father, do you often fight like this?"

"It's about the same," Du Qingqing said, "Eight out of ten times my dad came back to develop like this."

Song Qichen frowned, "Why?"

"The reasons are different every time." Du Qingqing tilted her head and thought for a while, "But basically it will end up being my dad saying that my brother doesn't study and causing trouble every day, and my brother saying that my dad doesn't have a family and has no right to control him. Then there was a fight."

"Oh." Song Qichen nodded.

"To be honest, I don't like my dad either, but I kind of understand why my brother hates him so much..." Du Qingqing said, and quickly added anxiously, "Don't tell my brother that."

"Well, don't tell him." Song Qichen agreed.

When Du Yan came back, none of the three of them talked about the fight just now. Song Qichen calmly gave a lecture to Du Qingqing, and calmly disliked the bad tea Du Yan made. Du Yan was very upset. Indicates that this is not possible.

But in the end Song Qichen still drank up Du Yan's tea.

Let's talk about Du Guofeng later.

Du Yan still has him, Song Qichen told himself in his heart.