I want this sand sculpture

When Du Yan helped Song Qichen, whose ankles were wrapped in gauze, and returned to the playground, the sports meeting was coming to an end.

Director Chen just finished the teacher's 400-meter race, ran second, and came back from the track with a flushed face, looking very happy.

"You didn't hurt your bones, did you?" Seeing Song Qichen bouncing around, Director Chen hurried over, grabbed his other arm, and together with Du Yan helped Song Qichen onto the stool.

"No, I just twisted it a bit." Song Qichen smiled, and raised his right foot slightly to indicate that he could still move.

"That's fine," Director Chen paused and took a breath—the physical strength of people in their 40s really can't keep up with teenagers, Director Chen sighed in his heart, "Be careful these few days, don't knock touch."

"Don't worry, teacher," Du Yan put his hand on Song Qichen's shoulder and squeezed it lightly, "I'm watching him."

Director Chen didn't say a few words to them before he was dragged away by Luo Shengqiang and the others.

This group of young people who are in a state of excitement are not afraid of Director Chen at all, they should hold their shoulders and hand them water.

"You are my teacher in the classroom, and you are my brother on the runway!" Luo Shengqiang hugged Director Chen and said so.

Director Chen: "..." I don't really want to be your brother either.

Since Song Qichen is now crippled, hey, his ankle is injured, and it is very inconvenient to move around. As soon as he returned to the classroom, Du Yan submitted the application for dormitory to the school very considerately, and brought a suitcase and moved it into Song Qichen that night. bedroom.

"Why are you here?" Song Qichen stopped Du Yan outside the big iron gate of the boys' dormitory.

"Take care of you," Du Yan said as a matter of course, "Anyway, there is an empty bed in your dormitory, so it's not for nothing."

"..." Song Qichen was silent for a second, and accepted the reason, "I'll help you carry your schoolbag."

"No need," Du Yan pulled the schoolbag over his shoulder, carried the box with his right hand, put his left hand in Song Qichen's hand, raised the corner of his lips to his ear, "help me carry this."

Breathing against his ears, Song Qichen froze for a moment, then quickly turned his head and bit Du Yan's lips.

Classmate Du Yan was stunned. Before he could react, Song Qichen decisively slapped Du Yan's hand off, and hopped into the big iron gate with one leg.

"Hey!" Du Yan came back to his senses, grabbed the box and caught up with him in two or three steps, "Don't go, no, don't jump so fast! If you fall, I have to carry you on my back!"

"Shut up!" Song Qichen jumped even faster.

The vacant bed in the dormitory was next to Song Qichen, and the space between the two beds was only one escalator wide.Du Yan climbed up on the bed and took a look, and was very satisfied with the distance.

"Fuck," Du Yan stretched out his hand to touch it, and drew three grooves on the dusty bed board with his fingers, revealing the original color of the wood underneath. "How many years has no one lived here?"

Song Qichen leaned on the escalator and looked up at him, squinting his eyes gloatingly, "You still have three hours to make your bed, lights off at eleven."

The students in Class [-] were also excited about the just-concluded sports meeting, so they decided to go out to sing in the middle of the night, and the other two in the dormitory hadn't come back yet.

Song Qichen sat on his chair, resting his chin, watching Du Yan running back and forth with a rag, and nibbling an apple that Du Yan had washed with his own hands.

When Du Yan finally wiped the ashes on the table and put things on, and made the bed, the two roommates finally came back by the door control time.

"Brother Yan?" The moment Xu Chao opened the door, he felt that he had entered the wrong door, "What are you doing here?"

"Why are you blocking the door?" Sun Gaoyang pushed the good brother in front, he drank a few bottles of wine at night and now he is in a hurry to go to the bathroom, "Brother Yan?"

"Good evening," Du Yan jumped down from the escalator, greeted the two new roommates with a smile, "I will live here from now on."

"So suddenly?" Sun Gaoyang squeezed in through the gap between the door and Xu Chao, and slipped into the bathroom without saying a word.

Du Yan shrugged, grabbed Song Qichen's half-gnawed apple and took a natural bite, "It's convenient to take care of this cripple."

Xu Chao looked at the two men in a daze, "Brother Chen is lame?"

Song Qichen casually grabbed an exercise book on the table and threw it at Du Yan, "No, he's looking for a beating."

"I'm talking nonsense." Du Yan took the exercise book with a smile.

With outsiders around, Du Yan didn't dare to make any big moves towards Song Qichen, so he sat on the chair in a regular manner, with the math exercise book that Song Qichen threw over just now spread out on the table.

It has to be admitted that the gap between a top student and a scumbag is still obvious.Du Yan looked at the beautiful black and red handwriting with clear thoughts on the paper, and proudly took out his mobile phone.

-When will you sleep?

Song Qichen thought for a while with his mobile phone on the table, he paused, and wrote a C in the last bracket of the English test paper fourth reading.The black fountain pen twirled twice on his fingertips, took the phone with his left hand and gently scratched it, and raised his eyebrows when he saw the person who sent the message.

-Now.

After sending the message, Song Qichen put the paper into his schoolbag, leaned back with both hands on the edge of the table, jumped up with his hands, and hopped on one leg to the balcony.

Song Qichen turned on the light on the balcony and reached for the toothbrush cup on the sink, but was startled by a person who suddenly appeared by the door.

"You brush first?" Song Qichen raised the toothbrush in Yang's hand to Du Yan.

"Together." Du Yan smiled and took his quilt, and pushed Song Qichen aside.

The balcony is not very spacious, two people can barely stand while washing together.

After Du Yan threw the water on Song Qichen's face for the third time, the slightly crowded two people's washing finally came to an end.

Then Song Qichen encountered another problem.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Song Qichen said patiently.

"I know." Du Yan nodded.

Song Qichen resisted the urge to throw his boyfriend down from the third floor, gritted his teeth and said, "Then let me go."

"I don't." Du Yan's hand holding Song Qichen's arm tightened again, "What if you fell alone?"

"I fucking jumped up to the third floor by myself!" Song Qichen unconsciously raised his volume.

"Then I'll be there to protect you," Du Yan said as a matter of course, pushing the person away with all his strength, "Hurry up and wait until you get sick."

"..." Song Qichen stretched out his hand to grab some air, and after holding it in for a long time, he said "fuck".

Xu Chao and Sun Gaoyang, who were playing games on the bed, said that we didn't hear anything.

Du Yan carried Song Qichen into the toilet, and closed the door behind him.

"You can't get out." Song Qichen was pushed behind the door by Du Yan, folded his arms and raised his eyebrows to look at the smirking person in front of him.

"No," Du Yan propped his hands on both sides of Song Qichen's head, and slowly approached, rubbing the tip of his nose against his ear, "You tease me first."

Du Yan's right ear was itchy, Song Qichen dodged slightly, his voice became hoarse unconsciously, "When?"

Du Yan's lips covered the side of his neck, gently rubbed against the small piece of skin, and watched with satisfaction that the ear tips of the person in front of him slowly turned red, "I was downstairs just now."

Song Qichen was a little hot from being teased by him, he stretched out his hand to hook his boyfriend's neck, and pulled his face out from the base of his right ear.

At the moment when the eyes meet, all the words are drowned in the intermingled lips and tongues.

……

When Song Qichen came out with a wet towel on his head, Xu Chao's game had just ended.

"Brother Chen?" Xu Chao poked his head halfway out of the bed, "Why are you alone? Where's Brother Yan?"

"He's taking a shower." Song Qichen said, and jumped to his desk to find the hair dryer.

"Oh..." Xu Chao felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong for a while, so he simply gave up thinking, "Then can you pass me the power bank?"

"Where is it?" Song Qichen put down the hair dryer and looked up at him, "A data cable?

"Yes, it should be in my schoolbag," Xu Chao said, reaching out to take the power bank and data cable that Song Qichen handed over, and then caught a glimpse of something strange in Song Qichen's open neckline, "Thank you...you What's on the neck? Are you allergic?"

"What?" Song Qichen was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, and realized after half a second that it should be the result of his boyfriend biting and licking just now, "No, it was bitten by a mosquito."

"There are still mosquitoes in this day?" Xu Chao didn't ask any more, connected to the power bank and muttered to start the next game.

The dead house is so easy to lie, Song Qichen thought so, jumped back and started blowing his hair.

Living with Du Yan (crossed out) as a roommate, Song Qichen didn't have a particularly happy life.

Boys are always impulsive in the morning. For example, when Song Qichen is woken up by Du Yan every morning, he must try his best to restrain his urge to kill, so as to avoid feeling the pain of losing the boyfriend who was so hard to get together.

Ever since they lived together, Du Yan has been getting tired of being with Song Qichen almost all the time, so much so that Wan Xu and Huang Yubin made strong complaints.

Huang Yubin was very angry, "Brother Yan hasn't been hacking with us recently!"

Wan Xu patted him on the shoulder, "Brother Yan never cheated with us before."

Huang Yubin: "Then Boss Song—"

"Brother Chen never plays with us, he likes Happy Bubble Bobble," Wan Xu interrupted him in time, pushing the exercise book in front of Song Qichen with a doggy face, "Brother Chen, ignore him, help me I'll take a look at this question."

Yes, today is a beautiful weekend, the time has entered December, and the temperature in T City has dropped below zero.Du, Song, Wanhuang and the others are sitting in the coffee shop next to the No. [-] Middle School, experiencing the tension before the final exam, and hugging Song Xueba's thigh by the way, so that Mathematics and English will not die too badly.

At this time, Song Qichen was enjoying the milk tea service from his boyfriend. He took the workbook, glanced at the question stems briefly, and drew a few conditions with a pen, "The focus of solving the question is on these points. You Look again."

"Okay, thank you Song Baba!" Wan Xu took the topic devoutly, biting his pen and began to study again.

The heating in the coffee shop was turned on just right, Song Qichen leaned on the soft back of the chair, flipping through his English notes casually.Soon his attention shifted from the phrase to the person next to him - Du Yan did not review as usual, the textbook he spread out in front of him was nothing but a few random strokes in class, and he sat lazily Playing with the mobile phone there, it looks very stable.

Song Qichen thought for a while, took out the physics notes from his schoolbag and threw them in front of him, "Review."

The author has something to say: I swear they didn't do anything XP