I want this sand sculpture

Du Yan was called to the office by Director Chen, and he still looked indifferent.

Song Qichen took the undisguised English test paper on Du Yan's desk, and when he spread it out, he found that the listening part of the test paper was blank, and the final corrections and composition were not written.

He put the paper back, frowned, propped his head on his left hand, and looked out the window at the somewhat desolate campus.

What did his uneasy boyfriend do?Recently, the two of them have been stuck together in everything they do, and they only missed going to the toilet and taking a bath together. There shouldn't be much chance for Du Yan to do some serious things alone.

if so……

That is the final exam, the hour when English is absent.

What the hell is a moth if you don't look at it for a while.

Song Qichen cursed secretly, completely forgetting that he didn't care about things like remembering things before.

So, Du Yan did change him to some extent, he cared about the future and seriously thought about his future.

What about Du Yan?does he care

Or...doesn't matter?

Song Qichen recalled Du Yan's habitual indifference towards his grades, and his calm expression when he went to the office with Director Chen, and he couldn't help feeling nervous.

Du Yan stayed in Director Chen's office for a long time, Song Qichen didn't know what they talked about, anyway, Du Yan's face was not very good when he came back.

He and Director Chen walked into the classroom one after the other, returned to their seats and began to stuff a stack of papers into the schoolbag.

Director Chen was talking about the start time and precautions on the stage, and Song Qichen lightly touched Du Yan with his arm.

"Huh?" Du Yan stopped what he was doing and turned his head.

"What's wrong?" Song Qichen asked in a low voice.

"It's okay." Du Yan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and winked at Song Qichen.

"..." You are lying to a ghost.

Song Qichen didn't ask any more questions, and lowered his head to sort out his winter vacation homework.

Director Chen waited until noon after school to let the little monkeys who had already rushed out of the Milky Way go home.After school is always the happiest thing in student life, especially after school for the holidays.

Before the bell rang, more than half of the students had already packed their schoolbags and were ready to go, waiting for Director Chen's order to rush out of the classroom.The remaining half belonged to the moderate group. They picked their nails in a leisurely manner, adjusted their clothes, or stared at the table in a daze, and did not start to pack their schoolbags until the first person ran out.

Obviously, Song Qichen belongs to...the middle one.

"What do you want to eat?" Du Yan had already packed his things, propped his head on one hand, and bent his eyes to look at Song Qichen who was stuffing the last book into his schoolbag, "Ma La Tang?"

"No." Song Qichen refused very decisively.

"Then let's eat pies, Brother Zhang's." Du Yan said.

Song Qichen paused his hand slightly, looked sideways at him for a while, "Okay."

The people in the dormitory building basically disappeared three days ago, and most of the people who stayed were those who were going to fight hard until the New Year in the third year of high school.The corridor is very quiet, you can even hear the echo of your footsteps when you walk.

Song Qichen and Du Yan packed their luggage the night before, and they can go straight away as soon as they go back.

But Du Yan didn't leave directly, he closed the door, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed, leaving only a little light from the auxiliary window above the door.

Du Yan walked to the escalator between his and Song Qichen's beds, and sat on the second staircase with his legs bent.

"Chenchen." Du Yan called out, no emotion could be heard in his voice.

"Yes." Song Qichen responded, and slowly approached him.

Du Yan raised his head, then stretched out his arms around his waist.

"What's the matter?" Song Qichen looked down at the person who suddenly hugged him, held his shoulder with one hand, and inserted his other hand into his soft hair, smoothing it one by one.

Du Yan buried his face on Song Qichen's stomach. Because the room was too hot, Song Qichen didn't zip up his down jacket.When he spoke, Du Yan could feel a slight tremor coming through the sweater.

"Hug me." Du Yan said, the voice came through the fabric, and it sounded muffled.

Song Qichen didn't speak, and put both hands on Du Yan's back.

Du Yan's arm moved, he reached into Song Qichen's down jacket, and hugged the sweater even tighter.

"Don't stop." Du Yan said, looking unhappy.

"What?" Song Qichen was stunned.

Du Yan rubbed his face against Song Qichen's stomach coquettishly, hesitated before saying, "Touch me."

"..." Song Qichen was even more confused, "Then get up, so I won't be able to touch it."

"... I mean touch your hair!" Du Yan raised his voice, and Song Qichen blushed when he saw the head in his arms.

"Oh." Song Qichen reflected on the yellow waste in his head for a second, then touched Du Yan's head again.

In fact, Song Qichen really wanted to ask Director Chen what he said to him, what he did during the hour he was absent from the exam, and why he made a demerit, but he didn't ask in the end.

Yes, he was scared.

He likes Du Yan, and this feeling makes him timid.

Song Qichen is not afraid of other people's strange eyesight, and the hardships ahead, but he is afraid of the uncertain future, afraid of Du Yan's attitude, and afraid that he is just a whim.

He wanted to give him a hand, but he was afraid that Du Yan didn't want it.

But when he saw the boy in his arms raised his head and looked at him with a pair of eyes full of confusion, Song Qichen's psychological defense collapsed.

Fuck the whim, fuck the fright.

He, Song Qichen, just wanted to pull Du Yan, regardless of whether he wanted it or not.

"What are you doing?" Song Qichen looked at Du Yan with seriousness in his eyes.

"Huh?" Du Yan tilted his head in confusion, "I'm here."

"I said the English test, why did you go?" Song Qichen asked.

Du Yan was obviously stunned for a moment, and he buried his face in Song Qichen's sweater again, not wanting to bring up this topic.

"It's because of this." Song Qichen said again, not a question, but a statement.

Du Yan was silent.

"You don't want to tell me, so it's related to me?" Song Qichen looked at him and asked the question in his heart.

Du Yan was silent for another two seconds, then nodded slowly.

"Chenchen, you really are..." Du Yan let out a long sigh of relief, and there was a little lightness in his voice, "Sharp."

"We Xueba are all like this." Song Qichen said.

Du Yan smiled and stopped talking.

After a long time, he sighed heavily.

"My dad knows." Du Yan said.

"What?" Song Qichen's mind went blank for a moment, and he barely realized what Du Yan's words meant.

"Du Guofeng," Du Yan looked up, and gave a not-so-good-looking smile, "He knows about us."

"Why..." Song Qichen couldn't tell whether it was shock or fear, but he was flustered like never before.

Du Guofeng found out, Du Yan's father found out that his son had a boyfriend.

How did he know?when?What about Du Yan?

So Du Yan has already met his father?

How did Du Yan face it, he was alone?

……

And these, he didn't know at all, he even doubted Du Yan's determination to be with him a few minutes ago!

At this moment, Song Qichen hated himself for being dull, he was still sensitive, and he was still a master, fart!

"Someone named Liu told him," Du Yan said, and added, "It's the short legs that played dirty tricks in the last sports meeting."

Under Song Qichen's shocked eyes, Du Yan finished the whole story.

On the second day after the sports meeting, Du Yan found Class [-]'s short leg. Of course, he only gave a verbal warning and did not beat him.Afterwards, Du Yan was busy taking care of his handicapped boyfriend, so he didn't have time to deal with him.

It's just that short legs have been living in fear since then, every day he was afraid that Du Yan would suddenly come out from behind and give him a sap, so he decided to act first.

He definitely couldn't beat him, so Short Legs decided to find something that could threaten Du Yan.

Just on Christmas Eve, he saw Du Yan and Song Qichen behind the big sycamore tree.

While the short legs were shocked, they took heart.

He did not know where he got Du Guofeng's cell phone number, and told Du Guofeng that Du Yan was gay.

Two weeks before the final exam, Du Yan received a furious phone call from Du Guofeng, who scolded him head and face and asked him to transfer to another school.

Du Yan skipped over what the conversation was like, but Song Qichen could imagine his uneasiness and fear at that time.

Du Yan and his father struggled for two weeks, but they couldn't figure out how Du Guofeng, who was still on a business trip in another city, knew about this matter. He didn't expect that the short legs with a weak head came to the door by himself.Yes, it was the noon of the day of the English test.

Short Legs first showed Du Yan the communication records between him and Du Guofeng intimately, and then imitated Du Yan's usual manner and raised his eyebrows, "Du Yan, I really didn't expect you to be such a person, disgusting."

Du Yan looked at him coldly and didn't speak.

"Why are you pretending to be the boss at this time? Doesn't it feel good for your father to know that you are a pervert?" Short Legs sneered, "I warn you, if you dare to touch me, I will let Song Qichen's family know that he likes men too! "

Du Yan pinched his phalanx and made a clicking sound.

To be honest, he can't be blamed for this, the main reason is that the mocking face of the short legs is too much to be punched. If Lao Song is sure to show his fist first, how can he be asked to say these few words?

So after the third sentence of the short leg, "Perverted disgusting homosexuality", Du Yan smiled, and pulled him to the back door of the school amidst his trembling warning voice and frightened eyes, and had a half-hour unilateral beaten.

After the beating, Du Yan sent his short leg to the hospital very considerately. He saw with his own eyes that his right ankle was swollen and purple before returning to the examination room.

So he missed an hour before the English test.

Just yesterday, Du Guofeng came back from a business trip.

Du Guofeng rushed to the school this morning after repeatedly communicating with Du Yan to no avail, rushed to Director Chen's office, called Du Yan over, and forced him to transfer to another school.

Thanks to director Chen stopping him, Du Yan didn't fight Du Guofeng in the office on the spot.

Later, under Director Chen's reassurance, and the secretary called to summon him back to the company for a meeting, Du Guofeng slammed the door and left with a "bad bastard".

……

"So," Song Qichen held Du Yan's head, frowned and thought seriously, "You made a mistake because Director Chen knew you were my boyfriend?"

"..." Because of this sentence, Du Yan managed to get out of the uncomfortable and angry mood just now. He looked at his boyfriend's sad face in disbelief, and explained, "Of course not! I made a demerit because I beat him up. That short leg!"

"Oh." Song Qichen nodded clearly.

Du Yan: "..." You seem to have missed the point, hey!