I want this sand sculpture

The teachers of No. [-] Middle School have already returned to school to work.

Song Qichen didn't know how to describe his current mood. He was accompanying his boyfriend Du Yan on the way to school to find Director Chen. He wanted to jump high along the way, so he was very excited.

This is the first time that Du Yan has shown his plans for his future, the first time he wants to learn something, Song Qichen is already very happy that he has this idea.

No matter what happens in the future, at least you have started to move forward, right?

Director Chen was also very happy, and welcomed them into the office with a smile.

Du Yan and Song Qichen sat down opposite Director Chen. Du Yan was a little nervous, and his eyes kept wandering.

Song Qichen gently rubbed his legs.

"Why do you want to study art all of a sudden?" Director Chen asked, pouring a glass of water for each of them.

"It's not all of a sudden," Du Yan thought for a while, "Didn't you also say I'm good at painting?"

"Yes," Director Chen laughed, "I mean why you suddenly want to learn, there must be a reason. If you want to learn, you should have learned it last year."

"Just..." Du Yan scratched his hair and said with some difficulty, "I can't always... be like this."

Then he turned his head and glanced at Song Qichen.

"I used to be a jerk," Du Yan paused, then continued, "I actually know what I should do, I... like that... just, half of the reason is to annoy my dad, but recently I found that He doesn't seem to care that much..."

Song Qichen rubbed his legs again.

"The other half is, I think it's boring." Du Yan paused again, as if he was thinking about what to say, "That is, studying is boring, pursuing is boring, living is boring, just... staying here is meaningless. "

"Then it's interesting now?" Director Chen asked slowly after taking a sip of tea.

"Well," Du Yan smiled, "It's interesting."

Director Chen looked at him for a long time, and after confirming that Du Yan was not joking, his expression became serious, "It's a good thing you have this idea, and the teacher is also very happy that you can make this change."

Du Yan also became serious, straightened his body and waited for Director Chen's next words.

"However, you also know that the second semester of high school is now, and art students have entered the studio since last year," Director Chen said, "If you enter now, the progress will be much slower than others."

"En." Du Yan nodded.

"Have you figured it out?" Director Chen asked.

"Well," Du Yan nodded again, "I have to try. As far as my grades are concerned, I don't think I can touch the edge of the undergraduate line purely by cultural courses."

"Yo," Director Chen laughed, "You still have a clear understanding of yourself."

Du Yan pursed his mouth and didn't speak.

"All right, school starts the day after tomorrow, and I'll get you a form," Director Chen said, "Come and fill it out with me, and I'll report it for you."

Du Yan didn't know what to say, so he could only say dryly: "Thank you teacher."

Director Chen smiled, "Also, you have to pay the tuition fee to enter the class separately. Seeing you like this, maybe the family doesn't know about it?"

Du Yan snorted softly, turned his gaze to the teacup, nodded and did not speak.

"Aren't you going to tell the family?"

"No." Du Yan said firmly

"That's fine," Director Chen sighed, "Do you have money? If not, I'll give it to you first..."

"Don't, don't, don't, don't!" Du Yan hurriedly interrupted Director Chen. He waved his hands a series of times, his voice raised a lot, "I have money and I have money! Don't give it to me!"

"Where did you get the money?" Director Chen looked at Du Yan suspiciously, "He robbed the bank?"

"..." Du Yan stared, with a very complicated expression, "Can't you be more careful about your students!"

Song Qichen held back his laughter for a long time, his voice trembling a little, "He really didn't rob a bank, we were working part-time."

The thing about robbing a bank is over.Song Qichen and Du Yan chatted with Director Chen for a while, and Director Chen told them to go back.

Song Qichen had already taken all his luggage to the east of the city, temporarily staying in Du Yan's small apartment, and brought Douzhier with him.But Dou Zhi'er seemed determined to fight Du Yan, and when he saw someone, he gritted his teeth before opening the cat bag.

After coming out of No. [-] Middle School, the two of them randomly found a ramen restaurant next to the school to make do with lunch.In order to please her boyfriend's cat, Du Yan went to the pet store to buy cat treats and a few boxes of canned food.

When he got home and opened the door, Song Qichen heard a very soft "meow", and then a ball of white pompom rubbed against his feet.

But when Du Yan, who was behind Song Qichen, stepped into the door, the sticky little ball immediately jumped three feet high, jumped back a few steps, arched his body, and bared his teeth as he retreated.

"Damn," Du Yan took off his shoes, hung his coat on the hanger, deliberately took two steps forward to get close to Doujuer, bent down, and looked at its big vigilant eyes, "Why, I only like your brother and don't like me ?”

Douzhi'er made a low warning sound in his throat, which was regarded as a reply.

Song Qichen bypassed them and sat on the sofa, with a look of fun on his face, "I'm its father."

"Then I'm its mother..." After blurting out these words, Du Yan was briefly stunned, "It's father!"

Song Qichen lay on the sofa and laughed for a long time, rubbing his stomach while laughing.

"You just pointed at me not to beat you," Du Yan pointed at Song Qichen, then turned around and continued to look at Douzhi'er affectionately, "I'm your father, do you hear me? Hurt me? Be careful, I'll carry you out Ah, your dad won't be able to save you then... Hey, take your claws back!"

Then Douzhi'er quickly stretched out his front paws and waved it in the air.

Meow Shadowless Palm!

"Ouch..." Song Qichen hiccupped with a smile and almost rolled off the sofa.

"You unfilial cat!" Du Yan sighed, straightened up and walked towards the sofa, "Your father said that you listened to him because of me, now you only recognize him and not me?"

Song Qichen looked at Du Yan sitting next to him, stretched out a leg to rest on his lap, "Why don't you meow at it again?"

Du Yan pinched the leg that he was leaning over twice, let out a casual "meow", and turned around to get the plastic bag on the ground.

"If you don't like me, don't you like me? I don't believe you don't like this..." Du Yan muttered softly and took out a can from the bag, turned his face and was stunned on the ground I was taken aback.

"Hey, what's wrong with it?" Du Yan slapped Song Qichen, and stretched out his foot to try to touch the little fur ball.

Douzhi'er slapped him before he touched her, then retracted her front paws, curled up on the ground and stopped moving, staring straight at Du Yan with her green eyes.

"I don't know." Song Qichen also found it very strange, "Can you call again?"

"Meow?" Du Yan called again tentatively.

Unexpectedly, Douzhi'er moved his nose, and then answered him with a drawn-out "meow", with vibrato and small spin, which sounded particularly sweet.

"Fuck me?" Du Yan was shocked.

"You..." Song Qichen was also shocked, he quickly glanced back and forth at Du Yan and Douzhi'er, "Is it really his father?"

"Hey!" Du Yan glared at him, then bent down and stared at Douzhier with great interest, "Er Gouzi, come here and I'll give you something to eat."

Dou Zhi'er instantly frowned, stood up and breathed out at Du Yan.

"Okay," Du Yan lay back down in frustration, and opened the can, "I might call it like his mother."

Song Qichen poked some meat from the can on his finger with a smile, stretched his arms and reached in front of Douzhier, "Come here, son."

Douzhi'er tilted her head to look at him for a while, then took a few steps forward, then shrugged her nose and sniffed Song Qichen's fingers, then stuck out her little tongue and licked it.

After finishing the bean juice, he still licked Song Qichen's fingers, smacked his mouth, and rubbed his head against the palm of his hand.Song Qichen hooked his fingers, and scratched its chin twice, and Douzhi made a very comfortable "snoring" sound.

"What are you doing?" Du Yan gently hooked away the coquettish Zhenghuan's kitten with his feet in dissatisfaction, and grabbed Song Qichen's hand that was hanging underneath and squeezed it in his hand, "You're my face!"

"Are you jealous of cats?" Song Qichen narrowed his eyes with a smile, and scratched Du Yan's chin with his other hand that was not held by Du Yan, "Calm down?"

Du Yan didn't speak, he put the can on the ground, and the bean juice soon ran over smelling the smell, while eating, he raised his head from time to time to look at Du Yan vigilantly.

Du Yan grabbed Song Qichen's devilish hand on his chin, stared at him dangerously for a while, and then pushed him down on the sofa with all his strength.

"What are you doing?" Song Qichen asked with a smile, struggling a few times meaningfully.

"Damn|you." Du Yan put both of his hands on top of his head, half-kneeling to shine on Song Qichen.

Song Qichen's Adam's apple twitched, and he restrained his smile. He raised an eyebrow, "Do you dare?"

"..." Du Yan looked at him for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth, "Just wait."

Then he kissed angrily.

……

When Du Yan's hand lifted Song Qichen's trousers, Song Qichen grabbed his hand panting heavily.

"Why?" Du Yan raised his face buried in the neck of his boyfriend, and looked at him suspiciously.

"Douju ​​is here." Song Qichen pointed to the two little furballs who were squatting on the ground without blinking.

"?" Du Yan didn't react for a while, he was stunned for two seconds, "Who?"

"Douzhi," Song Qichen said, a smile appeared in his eyes, "Your son."

"..." Du Yan was stunned for another two seconds, and finally realized that Song Qichen was teasing him. His hand moved and moved to his ear, "Sooner or later, castrate it."

"Douzhi, run!" Song Qichen yelled, his voice panting.

……

"Hey, tell me," Du Yan was lying on the sofa, with his head resting on Song Qichen's leg, shaking the cat snack up and down in his hand, trying to attract Douzhi'er's attention, "Does it think that we abused it?"

"Huh?" Song Qichen took a small orange and peeled it, and casually responded to Du Yan's words.

Unable to hold it steady, a piece of orange peel fell on Du Yan's face.

"Hey, you're right," Du Yan took away the orange peel that hit the middle of his forehead and threw it on the table, opened his mouth to take the orange handed over by Song Qichen, and said vaguely while chewing, "It's just the two of us... In full swing, it will be a eunuch in the future."

Song Qichen paused his hand, "Why don't you accompany it?"

Du Yan choked for a moment, and then thought of something indescribable, his ears turned red, and he laughed, "What should I do if I accompany it?"

Song Qichen stuffed the remaining oranges into Du Yan's mouth, and quickly changed the subject, "Have you finished your winter vacation homework?"

"..." Du Yan stopped smiling, his lips moved a few times, with a flattering tone, "Lend me a look?"

Song Qichen was very cold: "No."

Du Yan: "Ba Ba!"

Song Qichen: "..."