I want this sand sculpture

The Song family's New Year's Eve dinner has come to an end.

The night is shrouded in darkness, and the snow outside the window tends to fall more and more.

Song Qichen poked a piece of fish absently in the bowl with his chopsticks, and flicked his phone with his left hand under the dining table.

Mother Song seized every opportunity to educate her son, "Eat well when you eat, and put down your phone."

"..." Song Qichen didn't speak, he moved his finger, and refreshed the WeChat interface again.

The class group was very lively. The teachers took turns sending out red envelopes, and they swiped to 2+ in 99 minutes without checking the news.

Song Qichen looked at the chat box on the top, clicked in and out, but there was still no news from Du Yan.

"Why are you so stubborn, kid? Bring me your phone." Seeing that Song Qichen ignored him, Mother Song felt a little embarrassed in front of her relatives, so she raised her voice unconsciously.

The little aunt saw that the situation was turning into a quarrel again, so she hurried out to smooth things over, "My child, I am so tired from studying, so I finally let him play after a holiday... Sister-in-law, try this, I made it. "

Song Qichen pursed his lips, and was about to put the phone back into his pocket, when the blacked-out screen suddenly lit up.

A text message came in.

It's an unknown number.

Song Qichen's pupils suddenly shrank.

-I miss you so much.

……

"Sister-in-law, don't demand so much from him, children of their age are like this, besides, Xiaochen's grades are not bad."

"He is like this now, according to his temperament, what will he do in the future..."

Song's mother was complaining to her aunt, but she didn't want Song Qichen to stand up suddenly and startle the people at the dinner table.

"What's wrong?" Mother Song frowned dissatisfied.

Song Qichen squeezed his fingers, straightened his neck and said, "I'll go out for a while."

As soon as the words were finished, without waiting for other people to react, Song Qichen left the dinner table, took his down jacket and went out.

"Why are you going at night..."

"Let me tell you, this kid can't control it..."

As soon as the door was closed, the conversation of the adults was isolated behind them.

Song Qichen put on his coat and ran downstairs quickly.

He is going to find Du Yan.

Someone was already setting off firecrackers on the street, and the red firecracker skin mixed with snowflakes exploded all over the sky, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke.

After running all the way to the outside of the community, Song Qichen realized that it was impossible to get a taxi at this time.

He stood there in a daze for a while, stomped his feet and ran back downstairs.

Song Qichen remembered that my uncle had a Ducati, and since he bought it, he has been riding it every day, and he has been posting about it on Moments for the past six months.

Sure enough, he found a familiar red motorcycle in the garage.

Song Qichen walked around to the front of the building, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his uncle tremblingly.

- Uncle, lend me your motorcycle

Uncle:?

Uncle: Why are you riding a bike?

- find someone

Uncle: Who are you looking for?

Song Qichen hesitated for a moment, then clicked and deleted the Jiugong grid with his fingertips.

Uncle: Looking for a girlfriend?

-...

Uncle: really have you

Uncle: Don’t tell your aunt that I borrowed your car.

- I'm under the kitchen window, you just throw the key down

Uncle: 【OK.jpg】

After waiting for half a minute, Song Qichen saw that the window on the fourth floor was opened a crack, and then the uncle poked his head out from inside.

The uncle looked down, saw Song Qichen, waved at him, and threw a bunch of things down.

It's knee pads and gloves, and the motorcycle keys tucked into the gloves.

Song Qichen took the things, gestured ok to the uncle, and trotted to the garage to get the car.

The moment he stepped on the Ducati, Song Qichen felt that he was a knight in armor, shouldering the important task of saving the princess.

But before he could leave the gate of the community, Knight Song discovered a particularly fatal fact, he——had no helmet.

The old north wind blowing this way can directly change him from a knight to a eunuch...

Pooh!Fart eunuch!

He is a warrior with colorful clouds on his feet!

Song Qichen shrank his neck, rode the bicycle with one hand, and raised the collar of the down jacket with the other hand, covering his mouth in the clothes.

Even so, he still couldn't stop the cold wind from whistling down his neck.

So be it, Song Qiqi will be able to rescue his Princess Du.

It snowed continuously for three hours. Fortunately, there were still a lot of vehicles on the main road, and the road had not yet frozen over.

Song Qichen drove for almost an hour to the east of the city, and walked around for more than half an hour to find where Du Yan's villa was.

A person who has been crazy for almost 18 years can do this, and he can only thank the power of love.

When he stopped the car on the side of the road outside the Du's villa compound, Song Qichen felt that apart from his beating heart, there was nothing in him that belonged to him.

but!Even if Song Qichen was frozen into a eunuch!The aura can't be weak either!

He is here to rob people today!

Song Qichen rubbed his face that was about to become paralyzed, and stepped out of the car with his long legs.

Hold!My legs are numb!

Song Qichen helped the front of the car, so that he didn't let his legs go limp and kneel on the ground.He slowed down, jumped on the spot twice, and walked into the Du's courtyard with the most arrogant steps in his life.

Walking all the way to the closed door, Song Qichen took a deep breath and knocked on the door, "Is Uncle Du there?"

Soon the door opened, and it was Du Guofeng himself who came to open the door.

Du Guofeng pulled the doorknob and was taken aback when he saw the person coming.

I have to say that the props that my uncle usually uses to force him are really useful. When he wears leather gloves and leather knee pads, he doesn't really look like a good person...

"Hi Uncle, I..." Song Qichen said politely, planning to introduce himself first.

"Oh, I know you, Qingqing's tutor, right?" Du Guofeng obviously didn't understand why Song Qichen came to him at this time, he turned sideways in a little confusion, and let Song Qichen in, "Is there still a make-up class for Chinese New Year today?"

"..." Song Qichen choked for a moment, thinking that you can't judge who I am after contacting the facts.

Then he stood in front of Du Guofeng, looked straight into the other's eyes, and the hair that was blown all the way with water droplets looked a little wild.

"I'm here to find Du Yan." Song Qichen said.

"You are..." Du Guofeng's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"I'm his boyfriend." Song Qichen interrupted him with a cold but firm tone.

"..." Du Guofeng didn't know whether he was shocked or angry, so he just stared at Song Qichen, his lips moved but he didn't speak.

"How about that, uncle, you go in first," Song Qichen said calmly, "Shall we talk?"

Du Guofeng was so shocked by the kid in front of him that he was speechless for a long time.After a long while, he finally recovered his usual aura, and said with a grim expression, "What can I talk to you about?"

No, Song Qichen twitched his lips when he heard this, and smiled slightly, "If that's the case, then I can only rob people."

The attitude is very arrogant.

After these words came out, the atmosphere in the living room became very tense for a while.

The two stared at each other, neither of them showing any intention of giving in.

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" upstairs.

Song Qichen was taken aback, and almost couldn't maintain his cool, handsome and domineering expression.

He searched for the sound, and saw that Princess Du, who was supposed to stay in the room waiting for him to rush to rescue, was standing at the stairs wearing plush slippers, holding a... doorknob in her hand.

Du Yan looked at his father and boyfriend downstairs in shock, his eyes gradually filled with a smile.

He heard the phrase "Is Uncle Du there?" in the room just now, and it sounded like the boyfriend he had been thinking about day and night, but he felt that it was impossible for Song Qichen to appear here, and he thought it was a hallucination.

After hearing the conversation between the two of them in the living room, Du Yan was sure that it was his boyfriend, and Song Qichen came to him!

Du Yan was very excited, especially afraid that Song Qichen would suffer from a fight with his father, so in a hurry, he pulled the doorknob and the lock cylinder off.

...Yes, it is the one in his hand now.

Sure enough, people's potential in times of crisis is infinite.

Song Qichen stared blankly at Du Yan upstairs who started to giggle for some reason, and said hesitantly, "You...are you so energetic?"

"No." Du Yan looked at the thing in his hand, feeling a little embarrassed, "It was originally broken."

"Oh," Song Qichen nodded, "Let's go?"

"Let's go." Du Yan said, walking downstairs.

Du Yan followed Song Qichen and was about to walk out the door before Du Guofeng realized it.

"Du Yan!" Du Guofeng pointed at him, his voice trembling with anger, "If you dare to come out of this door today, I will not have your son!"

Du Yan paused for a moment, then turned his head and said lightly, "I don't have your father for a long time."

Then, without looking back, he and Song Qichen walked out of the Du's villa.

"Why are you here?" Du Yan walked two steps faster and stood side by side with Song Qichen, leaning close to his ear and whispering.

"I saw your message." Song Qichen said, reaching out and rubbing Du Yan's arm.

Du Yan looked very excited, "How do you know it's me?"

Song Qichen didn't speak, and gave him a supercilious look with a foolish expression.

"Then it can only be that we have a good understanding," Du Yan said with a smile, "Then how did you get here?"

Song Qichen led him to Ducati, patted the snow that fell on the seat, "I came by bike."

"Damn it," Du Yan stared at him with a look as to which of us is an idiot, "this day, why don't you ride a motorcycle and come here from the west of the city?"

"Well," Song Qichen nodded as a matter of course, "I can't get a taxi."

Du Yan didn't speak, and looked at him for a long time.

In the end, he closed his eyes, opened his arms, and tightly hugged the boy he loved so much from the bottom of his heart.

"Are you moved?" Song Qichen hugged him back and patted Du Yan's back one after another.

"En." Du Yan nodded vigorously.

Du Yan sat on the back seat of the motorcycle, wrapping his hands around Song Qichen's waist.

They were on their way to the small apartment now, because Du Yan found that when he ran out, he only had a pair of plush slippers on his feet, with the entire heel exposed, and he was not wearing a coat.

Du Yan hugged Song Qichen tightly, pressing his face against his back.

Although this makes him look like a shy Huaichun girl... But it's warm!

So, on the road where snowflakes and firecracker crumbs were flying, the old north wind howled and whirled, and there was no one there, two stupid boys rode a stupid red Du Cardi, trembling, drove forward along the street lights.

It looks kind of bleak.

Du Yan looked at the red lanterns receding by the side of the road, his nose was a little sore.

He knew that this time he really broke with Du Guofeng.

So, he has no home at all.

On New Year's Eve, the day when other people's families are reunited.

It sounds pitiful.

Du Yan sniffed, and rubbed his face against Song Qichen's back.

"What's wrong?" Sensing the movements of the people behind him, Song Qichen asked with difficulty against the cold wind.

Du Yan paused, then smiled, "It's okay."

He felt Song Qichen's hand covering the back of his hand, and the boy passed the heat to him through the leather gloves.

So what if you don't have a home?

He had a boyfriend who ran for more than an hour and traveled thousands of miles to find him because of a single sentence.

On the night of New Year's Eve, the snow fell more and more heavily, Du Yan leaned on his boyfriend's back and was very moved.

With a trembling voice, he almost cried and said something to his biker boyfriend.

"Well, you seem to be going in the wrong direction."

"..."

"Do you not know the way?"

"……Um."

"..." Du Yan closed his eyes in despair, "Stop! I'll ride!"

"Oh."

The author has something to say: Song Qichen: Love can make me know the way.

Du Yan: Love can make me pull out the door.

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