I want this sand sculpture

Du Yan stared down at the notes and was stunned for a moment, the imperceptible bleakness in his eyes disappeared quietly.

"Forget it," Du Yan shrugged, and quickly returned to normal, "It doesn't matter whether I see it or not."

The milk tea in hand was a little cold, and Song Qichen's fingertips holding the cup turned slightly white.He moved his lips, but couldn't find the right words.

"Brother Yan is right!" Wan Xu rushed over and almost knocked over the cup of milk tea. Du Yan helped Song Qichen's notes quickly without dying on the spot.

Wan Xu glanced at Du Yan gratefully, and continued to hug Song Qichen's thigh, "Brother Chen, leave him alone, he can't be saved, why don't you give me an operation if you have time!"

Song Qichen looked at it with a complicated expression and almost burst into tears, "How many times?"

"Let's dissect it." Du Yan interjected.

Song Qichen: "..."

Wan Xu: "Listen to Brother Yan."

Song Qichen: "..."

The final exam for the second grade of No. 12 Middle School is scheduled for January No. [-], leaving enough time for the students to arrange their funeral (cross out) and prepare for the end of the term.

The time for serious study always passes quickly. With Song Qichen's various attempts and efforts, Du Yan finally made some progress. At least he has not slept in class for two consecutive weeks.

Before the exam, there are two other things that can divert the attention of these teenagers who are obsessed with studying. One is the New Year's Day holiday, and the other is Christmas that is just around the corner.

It was Christmas Eve, and when Song Qichen came back after dinner, he saw seven or eight beautifully packaged apples on his desk and Du Yan's desk, and immediately felt a headache.

"I'll be here when I get back." Noticing the movement on Song Qichen's side, Wu Cheng turned his head to explain to him understandingly, "I don't know who sent it."

"Oh." Song Qichen nodded.

"Where's Brother Yan?" Wu Cheng took a few glances behind him, but didn't see Du Yan, "Aren't you two together?"

Song Qichen was taken aback by this "we're not together", and subconsciously wanted to reply "How do you know".Fortunately, he is a top-notch student with first-class responsiveness, and he remembered the context in time.

"No, he said he has something to do." Song Qichen said.

"So," Wu Cheng said while turning his head, "Oh, yes, I think there seems to be a card on the apple, can you take it apart and have a look?"

"Yeah." Song Qichen pulled out the stool and sat down, stuffing the four apples on his table into the table hole.After thinking about it, he picked up some of the ones on Du Yan's desk and prepared to put them in an inconspicuous place, so as not to be seen by Director Chen and cause unnecessary trouble.

Unexpectedly, this action was bumped into by Du Yan who happened to enter the classroom.

"What are you hiding?" Du Yan smiled happily, with an expression on his face that I might have caught him, and ran to Song Qichen's side in two or three steps, reaching out to grab it.

Song Qichen silently rolled his eyes, didn't stop him, and let Du Yan pick up the apples.

"You bought it for me?" Du Yan squeezed into his seat from behind Song Qichen's upturned stool, and asked in a low voice.

Song Qichen raised his eyebrows while resting his chin, but said nothing.

Du Yan glanced at him suspiciously, then lowered his head and began to study the packaging bag.

Several packaging bags are very exquisite, one purple and three pink, with lovely hearts painted on them, plastic paper wrapped around the apple, the corners are bundled into the shape of exploded flowers, tied with bows of corresponding colors with.

Du Yan thought about it carefully, and felt that it was unlikely that it was sent by Song Qichen, so he boldly picked up one of the cards tied with a bow and opened it.

"What is this..." Du Yan stuffed the apple into the table hole, held the card, and frowned after seeing the words on it clearly.

Song Qichen looked at the change of Du Yan's expression with amused expression, and couldn't help leaning over to see what it was about.

"When I met you, I was 16 years old when I was ignorant..." Song Qichen read out in a low voice, "I still remember your red-haired flamboyant appearance, followed by the furious Director Chen, so the next day, the black-haired you A self-criticism was read on the rostrum..."

"I think she's here to take revenge on me." Du Yan commented a little depressed.

Song Qichen tried his best to hold back his laughter, and continued to read, "That self-criticism passed through many crowds, and read it straight into my heart... Since then, I have often looked for you, and I can always see you in the corridor. You who were kicked out of the classroom and punished to stand..."

Du Yan: "..."

Even though he knew that reading other people's love letters was bad, and laughing while reading other people's love letters was even worse, Song Qichen still couldn't hold back.He stuffed the card back into Du Yan's hand, his lips were tightly pursed into an upward arc, his shoulders shrugged uncontrollably, and Du Yan was panicked for him.

"Who wrote this... Xiaoxiaoxiao, I haven't seen you laugh so much before," Du Yan muttered in a low voice, and turned the card over, "I didn't write my name, it couldn't be that Li Lei sent it on purpose to retaliate against me, right? ?”

Song Qichen managed to stop laughing, and folded his arms when he heard the words, "I want to know who wrote it?"

"Yes." Du Yan turned over the card for the third time without giving up, but still found nothing, "I still want to talk to her."

"Huh?" Song Qichen narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Hey, don't think too much about it," Du Yan laughed and lowered his voice, "I just want to tell her that if you write love letters like this, you won't be able to find a boyfriend, and... I already have someone."

Song Qichen stared at him for a while, then smiled again.

Idiots are contagious, since he was with Du Yan, the frequency of his smirk has more than tripled, Song Qichen thought desperately.

"Don't laugh," Du Yan pretended to knock on the table, with a serious face, "I haven't given you the love letter you promised, when will you give it?"

"Just wait." After Song Qichen said this, he folded his hands, leaned forward and lay down on the table before starting evening self-study, no matter how much Du Yan protested, he ignored him.

The last section is the public evening self-study. From 09:30 to [-]:[-], students can write unfinished homework, or sort out wrong questions, and the arrangement is relatively free.

Today it was the mathematics teacher's turn to watch the class. The students in Class [-] were not afraid of him. They were usually quite courageous in class, but now the self-study class was even more restless.

Song Qichen had just finished halfway through a chemistry paper when his phone buzzed in the hole in the table.

He took it out and saw that it was news from Ban Qun.

They have two class groups, one is a large group, in addition to the students from Class [-], Director Chen and the teachers of various subjects, no one talks at ordinary times, and the whole group reveals that "we are all studying hard".The other is a small group, with only students from Class [-] in it, this group is very active, and they can chat for a long time about big things.

Song Qichen leaned his head against the edge of the desk, put his left hand on his head, and held his mobile phone with his right hand on the edge of the table hole—at first glance, it looked like he was tired of studying and resting on his stomach.

He doesn't talk very much in the class, and he can count on two hands the bubbles he has taken since the beginning of school, but he still often does screen peeping.

The number on the little red dot is still increasing one by one, and it is about to break through 99.Song Qichen was about to click in to have a look, when he was poked on the shoulder by the person next to him.

"Huh?" Song Qichen turned his face sideways and made a soft nasal sound.

Du Yan looked very excited. He glanced at the math teacher on the stage who was preparing lessons carefully, and gently opened the window.

"It's snowing." Du Yan said.

A burst of cold air suddenly hit, Song Qichen shrank his fingers subconsciously.His gaze passed over Du Yan's head. In the night, the windows of the teaching building projected warm light, and glistening snowflakes fell and disappeared in the light.

Fast, yet gentle.

Du Yan turned his back to him and looked out the window, a handful of disobedient hair curled up next to his ear, blocking Song Qichen's sight and Xue Hua.

What was said in the class just now was probably about the snow. The windows in the first few rows were also opened, and everyone poked their heads to look outside.The classroom was in a mess, not quiet at all.

But Du Yan's back looks very quiet, lonely and quiet.

Not knowing why he had such an idea, Song Qichen stretched out his hand without hesitation, and gently tugged at the corner of Du Yan's clothes.

Du Yan turned his head, his eyes were bright, as if there were snowflakes falling in them.

"What?" Du Yan asked softly.

"Cold." Song Qichen looked up at him.

"Do you want to close the window?" Du Yan asked.

"No." Song Qichen said.

Song Qichen saw Du Yan's Adam's apple move, then he lowered his arm, and tightly held the hand that was pulling the corner of his clothes under the desk.

Warmth suddenly surrounds me, in the winter, in the noisy classroom, in the snowy night.

It was another boy with red ears.

Song Qichen shook it back forcefully, as if telling some kind of oath.

When school was over in the evening, the snow had already spread a shallow layer on the ground.

The math teacher finally raised his head from the textbook. He first glanced at the excited students below in confusion, and then looked out.Afterwards, he smiled knowingly, and exhorted "Be careful" with the posture of an elder, then packed up his bag and left.

So these boys and girls who had held back half a class ran out of the classroom like crazy, and rushed into the snow to have fun.

Obviously, T City snows almost every year, and every year when it snows, it's the same as the first time I saw it.

It was the first snow of the year, and it fell in the city on Christmas Eve.

Song Qichen was walking on the way back to the dormitory, his breath came out of his mouth and nose and condensed into a cloud of white mist, he was holding his boyfriend with his right hand, fingers intertwined.

Du Yan pulled Song Qichen behind the big sycamore tree, stuck in a shadow.

"Happy Christmas Eve." Du Yan said, he unzipped his schoolbag, took out an apple from the bag, and handed it to Song Qichen awkwardly.

Song Qichen was a little surprised, not only because he didn't expect Du Yan to give him an apple, but also because of this apple - it was just an apple, without any decorations, very simple and rude, it could be eaten right away. kind.

"Happy Christmas Eve." Song Qichen said.

Then he took the apple, smiled and took a bite.

"..." Du Yan stared blankly at Song Qichen, with a hesitant expression on his face.

"What's the matter?" Song Qichen asked vaguely while biting the apple - the taste was a bit icy.

Du Yan hesitated for a moment: "...I didn't wash it."