I want this sand sculpture

After school started, Du Yan and Song Qichen moved back to the dormitory.

Du Yan filled out the application form, and immediately entered the studio after being approved.Because he studied half a year late, Du Yan had to start from the most basic, and his progress was much slower than other art students.

But fortunately, Du Yan has a good foundation and a good mentality, and the process went smoothly.

Every day, he attends classes in the fourth day of physics as usual, and goes to the studio to practice with other art students in the evening. After school, he has an extra hour of tutoring time. Every day is very full.

The second day after Du Yan entered the studio, Song Qichen decided to visit him.

After the evening self-study and school, the students in Class [-] ran out like having fun.Song Qichen packed his schoolbag slowly, turned his head to look at the suddenly bustling campus outside, feeling a little lonely suddenly.

But when he thought of the person he was about to see, he felt happy again.

Humans are really strange creatures.

"Brother Chen." Wu Cheng greeted him.

"Huh?" Song Qichen turned back to look at him.

Wu Cheng hesitated for a moment, "Are you going...to find Brother Yan?"

"Ah." Song Qichen responded, suddenly a little nervous.

"Oh," Wu Cheng nodded clearly, put his bag on his back and stood up, "Brother Yan is probably quite tired, so I'm leaving."

"Ah, let's go." Song Qichen heaved a sigh of relief and waved to him.

Song Qichen went to the canteen to buy a box of biscuits and two candies before going to the studio.

No. [-] Middle School is the main school, and there are twice as many science classes as liberal arts classes, so the art students' studios are all on the sixth floor of the liberal arts building, at the top.

When Song Qichen walked slowly to the sixth floor, there was almost no one in the studio.

Two of the three studios were dark, and only one was lit.

Song Qichen held the biscuit box and pushed open the brightly lit studio door, and found Du Yan sitting with his back facing him among a pile of drawing boards.

Apart from Du Yan, there are two other people in this classroom, a man and a woman, who are drawing something with a brush, they should be students.

The boy sat at the door with a focused expression, the girl...

Song Qichen frowned—did that long-haired girl sit a little closer to his boyfriend?

Gee.

He cleared his throat, raised his hand and tapped lightly on the door frame.

Neither the boy nor Du Yan responded, but the long-haired girl turned her head and was surprised for a moment when she saw Song Qichen, "Excuse me..."

"Sorry, I'm looking for someone." Song Qichen nodded at the girl, and moved his gaze to his unmoving boyfriend.

Du Yan, who heard the movement, turned his head abruptly, his eyes were filled with surprise after being taken aback for a short time.

"Why are you here?" Du Yan asked with a smile, and was about to stand up.

"I'll take a look." Song Qichen smiled, gestured for him not to move, and walked in by himself.

Song Qichen moved a stool and sat next to Du Yan, just separating the long-haired girl.

"Here for you, can you eat in the studio?" Song Qichen held the biscuit box in his hand and raised it.

"Yes." Du Yan took it.

"You drew..." Song Qichen had the time to look at Du Yan's drawing board, but the content of the drawing caught him by surprise, "Me?"

"Ah," Du Yan scratched his hair, seemed a little embarrassed, and lowered his voice, "Just practice, draw whatever you want."

Song Qichen smiled and stared at him for a long time without saying a word.

"Oh, don't look at me," Du Yan looked around, and finished the second half of the sentence with a voice that was almost mouth-shaped, "I always want to kiss you like you are."

Song Qichen raised his eyebrows.

It went on like this for a week, and on the weekend, in the dormitory where there were only two people and one cat left, Du Yan collapsed on the bed.

"Get up." Song Qichen knocked on the edge of Du Yan's bed, holding Douzhi in his hand.

"10 minutes..." Du Yan hummed and turned over, hugging the quilt and continuing to sleep.

Song Qichen withdrew his hand and hooked Douzhi'er's chin, "Wan Xu is almost here."

Du Yan hummed twice again, his voice was vague, "Let him wait a while..."

Song Qichen sighed, looked down at the comfortably "snorting" Douzhi in his arms, and said softly, "What should I do, your father won't get up..."

His eyes flickered, and he raised his arms to send Dou Zhier to Du Yan's bed, "You call him."

Three seconds later—

"Fuck——" Du Yan jumped up from the bed, holding the struggling bean juice in his hand, staring at it, "You scratched me?!"

Doujuer: "Meow!"

Song Qichen: "It said it didn't."

Du Yan looked at Song Qichen with a calm face in disbelief, then turned back to stare at Douzhi, "You still have claws! You actually scratched me!"

Doujuer: "Meow!"

Song Qichen: "It said it just slapped you."

Du Yan was stunned for a long time, and carefully handed the kitten to Song Qichen, "You can understand what it says now?"

"Hmm." Song Qichen shrugged.

They originally wanted to keep Douzhier secretly in the dormitory, but they were discovered by the dormitory manager within three days. The reason was that Douzhier, who couldn't bear the loneliness, ran out from the balcony while they were in class, and swaggered on the corridor to bask in the sun. sun.

After going through a stormy education and being ordered to send the cat away, Du Yan and Song Qichen had no choice but to part with their son temporarily to Wan Xu's care.

Song Qichen stuffed the bean juice into the cat bag, and Du Yan finally climbed out of bed with difficulty.

He bent down and blew on the bearded Doujuer through the cat bag, "Hey young man, you can't hit me anymore."

"Meow!" Douzhi'er stretched out her paw and waved it.

"How old are you?" Song Qichen pinched the back of his neck amusedly.

"Three years old, I will be able to go to kindergarten next year." Du Yan straightened up, turned around and hugged Song Qichen's waist, smiled and kissed him on the face, "Little brother, do you want to give me a kiss?"

Song Qichen withdrew his face back, and pushed him in disgust, "Go brush your teeth."

When Song Qichen and Du Yan went downstairs carrying soybean juice, Wan Xu was already waiting under the big sycamore tree.

"Hey—" Wan Xu jumped up and waved his arms as soon as he saw someone.

"Ha!" Du Yan raised the cat bag and shook it, and Douzhi "meowed" a few times in horror.

Song Qichen slapped him, grabbed the cat bag and carried it by himself, then turned his head and glared at him, "You scared my son."

The two of them went downstairs, and walked out of the big iron gate under the very "kind" gaze of the housekeeper.

Wan Xu trotted up to him, rubbed his cold hands, and couldn't wait to grab the cat bag, "Where's the cat? Show me, show me!"

"Inside," Song Qichen handed him the cat bag, "called—"

"It's Er Gouzi." Du Yan said ahead of Song Qichen.

"Er Gouzi?" Wan Xu was stunned, and the Douzhi inside let out a very dissatisfied "meow" when he heard this name, "So... a maverick name?"

Douzhi'er gave Wan Xu a paw through the bag.

Song Qichen suppressed a smile, "I don't call him Ergouzi, but Douzhier."

"Oh, what I said, Er Gouzi sounds like Brother Yan's convulsion style." Wan Xu happily stretched out his hand to tease Douzhi, "Have you two eaten?"

"Nope," Du Yan said with a displeased face, "Why do I have a bad style?"

"It's not a convulsion, it's a typhoon." Wan Xu said, "Let's eat rice noodles? When I came here, I saw a new shop opened on the West Road, and there were quite a lot of people standing in line. It must be delicious. "

"How can we eat when we're all lined up?" Du Yan hooked Song Qichen's shoulders and hugged him through a thick coat, "Lao Song and I are starving to death."

Wan Xu chuckled twice, "Rhubarb is waiting there, we came together."

"Okay, let's go." Du Yan waved his hand.

After finishing the rice noodles, Wan Xu took away the bean juice, and Du Yan called Du Qingqing out to make up lessons as usual.

The three sat down in a coffee shop.

Du Qingqing held a cup of pearl milk tea and stared at the math problem in front of her, frowning in distress.

Du Yan spread out on the opposite chair and stuffed himself into the soft cushion.

Song Qichen sat next to him, holding a fountain pen in his hand.

The heating in the coffee shop is fully turned on, and today is a sunny day, so warm that people just want to sleep.

Du Yan didn't wake up in the morning, but now he closed his eyes warmly, his head was shaking a little bit.

"Would you like to take a look at the physics homework by the way?" Song Qichen pushed his documents in front of Du Yan, stretched out his fingers and tapped his side face.

Song Qichen's fingers were a little cold, and it was very comfortable to touch his hot skin.

Du Yan opened his eyes, took his finger to his lips and took a bite.

Song Qichen's ears turned red, and he quickly glanced at Du Qingqing.

"Oh my god!" Du Qingqing quickly lowered her head, picked up a pen and began to poke the paper, "I didn't see anything!"

"..." Song Qichen had a sense of being caught|raped on the spot.

Du Yan could see it, he sat up lazily, then stretched, touched a fountain pen, and lowered his head to study Song Qichen's notes.

"I don't pay tuition." Du Yan said.

"Your tuition fee will not be charged." Song Qichen smiled.

With a blushing face, Du Qingqing sneaked a glance at her brother and... brother-in-law(?), and couldn't help admiring this wonderful world.

Although Du Yan still looked as out of shape as before, Song Qichen could see the seriousness in his eyes, which was indeed different from before.

"By the way, brother." After Du Qingqing finished a question, she suddenly remembered something. She raised her head and frowned slightly, "Are you really breaking with Dad?"

"Ah," Du Yan paused, then shrugged indifferently, "Really."

After thinking for a while, he added: "Don't persuade me, it's useless for me to persuade you here."

"I know, I didn't want to persuade you," Du Qingqing quickly waved her hand, "I just want to ask, what will you do with your living expenses in the future?"

"Huh?" Du Yan was stunned for a moment, he really hadn't thought about this question.

The money he is using now is left over from his previous pocket money for living expenses. Du Guofeng has always given money generously, and he can save it for more than half a year.The small apartment is rented for three years at a time, which is enough to graduate from high school, so don't worry about it for now.

What about half a year?

Although he could use Song Qichen's, he was still not very embarrassed.

What about going to school later?what to do?

Song Qichen touched Du Yan's hand, rubbed it in the palm of his hand, "You can use me..."

"I can work first." Du Yan interrupted him, turned around and smiled at him.

Song Qichen looked at him for a while, but didn't speak.

"If I can't make money, I'll find you again," Du Yan continued, "I can't run away from you."

"Yeah." Song Qichen nodded.

I felt a lot more comfortable.