I want this sand sculpture

Song Qichen hadn't heard from Du Yan for a week. During this period, he called Du Qingqing, but the other party just told him "it's okay".

Today is New Year's Eve, Song Qichen was called up early in the morning to clean up with his uncle, and put couplets on the door.

Song Qichen was not very interested, because he knew that in a few hours, he would see his parents.

In the old corridor, a long string of red lanterns was hung up by someone, and the singing of "Congratulations on getting rich" in the canteen downstairs is particularly festive.

Song Qichen shrank his cold fingertips, and stood on tiptoe to smooth the last crease of the couplet.

"Xiaochen, are you done posting?" Grandma called out from inside the room.

"It's over." Song Qichen responded, opened the door and walked in.

"Oh, you kid, you don't know how to put on clothes when you go out!" Seeing the thinly dressed Song Qichen standing by the door, grandma reproached and slapped him distressedly, "Hurry up, put on a coat."

"Why are you wearing a coat?" Song Qichen glanced at the old lady for no reason, and took the down jacket obediently.

"Your dad just called and said he was going downstairs soon," the old lady said with a smile, "Hurry up and go down to pick them up."

"..." Song Qichen stopped putting on his clothes, then nodded, "Oh."

It was so early.

Running downstairs all the way, Song Qichen wrinkled his nose uncomfortably at the cold wind that gushed into his nasal cavity after stopping, and it took him a while to get used to it.

He leaned against the door of the unit, staring into the distance in a daze.

At this moment, many vehicles drove into the gate of the community, and all the people who got out of the vehicles were beaming and smiling people returning home. Occasionally, a few children ran past, holding balloons in their hands.

Song Qichen's house is also very lively during the Chinese New Year. His parents, uncle and aunt, whom he hasn't seen for a year, watch TV and play cards with his grandma.

In the past, Song Qichen was always silent at this time, and if he couldn't hold back anymore, he would go out for a walk by himself.

After about 5 minutes, a white Audi entered the gate of the community.The car slowly walked around the flower beds and buildings, found a parking space not far from Song Qichen, and turned off the engine.

A middle-aged couple got out of the car. The man was calm and easy-going, and the woman was gentle and elegant—they were Song Qichen's parents, and only Song Qichen knew how mean and difficult this couple was.

Song Qichen stomped his numb feet, took a deep breath, and walked towards them before being choked by the cold wind.

"Dad, Mom." Song Qichen said a little strangely, his whole body was very stiff.

"Oh, Xiaochen." Seeing her son whom she hadn't seen for a year, Song's mother paused briefly and then smiled softly.

Papa Song nodded and smiled as a greeting.

Then there was an awkward silence.

Song Qichen didn't care about the embarrassing scene where he had nothing to say. He took the boxes of health care products in Mother Song's hands and the suitcase on the ground, turned around and walked away.

Song's mother cleared her throat, and Song's father followed behind Song Qichen.

The three of them went upstairs without a word.

This uncomfortable feeling didn't get better until I entered the house.

As soon as he entered, Song Qichen wanted to sneak into his room.

Just as he stretched out his hand and hadn't touched the doorknob, Mother Song called out to him.

"Xiaochen," Song's mother sat on the sofa, "come and talk to my mother."

There was irresistible toughness in the gentle tone.

Song Qichen lowered his eyes, walked over expressionlessly, and sat down beside her.

"Are you changing schools this semester?" Mother Song asked, picking up an orange on the table and starting to peel it.

"Last semester." Song Qichen said.

Mother Song nodded knowingly: "Are you still used to it?"

"Yes." Song Qichen responded.

"Live at school?" Song's mother gave Song Qichen half of the peeled oranges.

"Yeah." Song Qichen took the orange and held it in his hand, but didn't eat it.

"How's the grade?" Song's mother asked the key point seemingly casually.

Song Qichen's Adam's apple twitched, "Second."

"grade?"

"Ah."

"Let me just say, it's better to change Xiaochen's environment." The uncle sat next to Song's mother at some point, and smiled smugly, "Look at the previous environment, can I learn better that way?"

"You can't just look at the grades." Song's mother gave Uncle a reproachful look, as if she was dissatisfied that he interrupted her, "Besides, this is the second place. When you can get the first place in the exam, it is called a good study. "

"Sister-in-law, you said that," the uncle laughed loudly, "Xiaochen is like you, smart, next time I will give you the first place in the exam!"

Song Qichen opened his mouth, but did not speak.

"Is it okay to behave in school? Didn't you cause trouble for the teacher?" Song's mother casually chatted with the uncle for a few words, and then put her focus back on Song Qichen.

"No." Song Qichen said, the orange in his hand was already hot from being covered.

"Then you..." Mother Song wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by grandma.

"What are you all chatting about? Everyone is idle, so hurry up and help!" Grandma poked her head out of the kitchen, holding a spatula in her hand.

"Mom, wait a moment, Xiaochen and I..."

"What are you waiting for! Don't eat any longer!" Grandma glared at Song's mother.

Mother Song had no choice but to stand up and walk to the kitchen, "You are used to him."

"Okay, please don't say a few words for the New Year's Eve..."

Song Qichen breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly slipped back to his room.

A half-finished math test paper was spread out on the table. Song Qichen checked his phone, but there was still no news from Du Yan.

He calmed down, suppressed the urge to find someone, sat down and began to write the remaining half of the paper.

The Song family focused on the New Year's Eve dinner in the evening. At noon, my aunt brought her younger brother who was less than one year old, and the family ate some dumplings casually.

The child kept crying, Song Qichen was disturbed by the noise even though he didn't hate the child, and hid in the room before being called to stop by Song's mother.

After five o'clock in the afternoon, it began to snow in T city.

There was fog on the glass, and the temperature in the room dropped a bit. Du Yan lay on the bed and turned over.

This is the sixth day he has been in this room.

Yes, he was locked up by Du Guofeng again.

Du Yan turned over again, and got up after confirming that he really couldn't fall asleep.

He sat on the bed for a while, staring at the floor in a daze.

Then Du Yan stood up and walked towards the tightly closed windows.

Condensed water drops were drawn down the glass, and a few transparent branches snaked out of the white.

Du Yan's hand covered the glass, and the water vapor stained his hand.With a slight force, the window was pulled open with an opening more than [-] centimeters long.

The cold wind carried snowflakes into the room and melted into water droplets on Du Yan's neck.

Du Yan shivered suddenly.

It was getting dark already, and the residential buildings in the distance were lit with lights.At this time, there was almost no one on the road, only the red lanterns hanging from the trees on the side of the road stretched far away, looking lonely and warm.

Du Yan was a little lost.

He suddenly missed Song Qichen very much.

The bodyguards downstairs stood neatly, noticing the movement upstairs, the uncle who took the lead raised his head, and said respectfully and forcefully: "Master, please come back, don't make things difficult for us."

Du Yan thought, don't you guys go home, it's Chinese New Year's Eve.Then slammed the window shut.

Du Yan had already tried all the escape methods, including jumping out of the window, but none of them succeeded.

This time Du Guofeng probably made up his mind not to let Du Yan escape, so he added three more bodyguards to stand guard downstairs without any gaps, took away his mobile phone and all communication equipment, and even installed a signal jammer near his room.

He sat down with his legs bent against the wall, his arms around his knees and his chin resting on them.

Du Yan didn't wear shoes when he got out of bed, and the villa was not equipped with floor heating. At this time, his feet were a little stiff from the cold, but he didn't care.

He stared at his toes, imagining in his head what Song Qichen was doing at this time.

Have you started eating yet?

What do you eat?

His parents should be back, have you made things difficult for him?

Who do you eat with?

Have you got the New Year's money?

Did you see the snow?

Will you be anxious if you can't contact him?

What are the fillings for the dumplings? Are they delicious?

are you angry?

Miss him?

……

Du Yan thought wildly, and his eye sockets started to feel astringent.

He sniffed hard. Although no one saw him, Du Yan still felt that it was embarrassing to cry under such circumstances.

When the hour hand of the wall clock reached the number eight, there was a knock on the door.

"I won't eat." Du Yan yelled while sitting on the ground without moving, his voice sounded sick.

"It's me," Du Qingqing's voice was suppressed from outside the door, "Your sister!"

"..." Du Yanxin sounded like a curse, "What are you doing?"

"I'm here to save you!" Du Qingqing said, "Dad went out just now, and I didn't find the key or your phone."

"Then why are you here?" Du Yan didn't know why.

"I got you a phone card!" Du Qingqing said while stuffing a small piece of something under the door, "Under the door, come and get it."

Du Yan's eyes lit up when he saw a square the size of a fingernail sliding in through the crack of the door.

He nearly bounced off the ground and nearly fell over from sitting for so long.Du Yan dragged his numb legs towards the door, and picked up the phone card.

"Hurry up, don't you still have a spare phone?" Du Qingqing urged, "I pulled out the shielding device. I don't know when Dad will come back. I'll show you. You should contact Brother Chenchen."

"Nice job!" Du Yan gave Du Qingqing a thumbs up through the door, jumped to the desk, and dug out the spare phone that hadn't been used for a long time from the innermost drawer.

He inserted the phone card and excitedly pressed the power button.

It's a godly assist, Xiaopo's mobile phone still has more than 20.00% of its battery!

Du Yan had already memorized Song Qichen's number, and was shaking his fingers to make a call, when Du Qingqing knocked on the door.

"Fuck! He just went out to get a newspaper!" Du Qingqing swears in desperation, "Brother, Dad is coming in soon!"

Hold.

Du Yan cursed inwardly, and changed the call to text message.

Fingers poked rapidly on the screen.

Create a new contact.

"What are you doing here?" Du Guofeng asked.

"I'm... passing by." Du Qingqing smiled.

Edit information.

"Help your brother?"

"No."

send.

"Did you pull out the shielding device?"

"..."

Du Guofeng sneered, and the shielding device was inserted back.

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The author has something to say: change the typos in the following chapters and change them to vomiting blood XP

It's all because the author who coded before is old and dizzy

If you see any typos, please remind me orz

Thank you for the little cutie who gave me the nutrient solution =w=

The stupid author didn't pay attention before, and it seems that he didn't open a button, thanks to orz

Anyway, thanks a lot!

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