I want this sand sculpture

"Ouch!" Du Qingqing exclaimed exaggeratedly, "There is still a minor here, you two pay attention!"

Du Yan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Song Qichen, "He's also underage."

Song Qichen clicked his tongue and said nothing.

Du Qingqing covered her eyes with a look of disbelief, and said seriously: "Brother, I'm serious, I remember you drew illustrations for some magazine before?"

"Ah," Du Yan also put away his smiling face, and thought about it for a while, "It seems that the manuscript fee treats you to a barbecue."

Song Qichen glanced at him in surprise. He knew that Du Yan's paintings were good-looking, but he didn't expect him to be able to submit articles to magazines.

"Let me tell you, brother," Du Qingqing took a sip of milk tea, bit a pearl and chewed in her mouth, "You don't have to work part-time, and you contribute to magazines and comics. The manuscript fee is quite a lot, right?"

Du Yan frowned slightly, hesitantly, "I used to draw for fun, and I didn't expect to be paid for the manuscript..."

"Hey!" Du Qingqing put down her cup, stared and patted the table lightly, "Are you my brother? Why are you so unconfident? You have won awards for all your drawings!"

"So powerful?" Song Qichen looked at Du Yan again in surprise.

"Yes, I won the award," Du Yan rolled his eyes, "Are you surprised that you won the campus award in elementary school?"

Song Qichen choked for a moment, and clapped his hands half a second later, "Surprise."

The three fell silent.

Du Qingqing curled her lips and picked up her pen to continue working on the questions.

Du Yan also picked up the notebook again, but he didn't move his eyes from the ground for a few minutes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The coffee in hand was already cold, Song Qichen picked up the cup and took a sip, then frowned.

Song Qichen doesn't like bitter things, it's the kind that's particularly pretentious and not good at all.If it weren't for the fact that he, a perennial sleep-deprived sleepy god, would fall asleep in the afternoon, Song Qichen wouldn't even drink coffee if he was killed.

His eyes fluttered, and he pretended to glance at the young man next to him unintentionally.

Du Qingqing was right, Du Yan didn't have much confidence, whether it was dealing with grades, painting, or himself.

It seems a little funny to say it, Du Yan, who is used to being arrogant and used to being the leader of No. [-] Middle School, who has a lot of fans on campus, has no confidence in himself.

Such a person has a smart head, an excellent appearance, and talent. What is he afraid of?

……

Scared?

Scared.

Song Qichen suddenly figured out something, about the strange things that Du Yan couldn't explain before.

It's not that he doesn't listen to persuasion, nor does he want to listen, he's just afraid.

A child who has never been serious, a child who grew up rebelliously, knows that he has a smart mind and a good talent.

He never worked hard, hid himself, and showed his bad side.

But if one day he realizes that he is wrong, stops being rebellious, and starts working hard...

Is it too late?

Can't hold on?

What if you find yourself mediocre?

……

Du Yan always knew that he was fighting against his father in an extreme way. He knew that it was irresponsible to him, and he also found out that it was useless.

What about after that?

The usual means of arming|arming are broken before they can be used, so what happens after that?

Confused, helpless, scared, not believing in myself.

No, it can't be.

Song Qichen's heart twitched violently. He kind of understood Du Yan's feelings, but he couldn't empathize with him.

"The teacher hopes you can give him a hand."

Give him a hand.

Evening self-study without Du Yan is always very long, Song Qichen felt this on Wednesday of the second week.

In the four quarters of evening self-study, one section is used for language and mathematics, and the fourth section is public.

Song Qichen rested his chin on his left hand, while listening to the math teacher explain the daytime quiz papers, holding a fountain pen to mark the key points on the test papers, while thinking about how to "give him a hand".

After three days, Song Qichen had no clue about this issue.

The phone vibrated a few times in the table hole, Song Qichen put down his pen, covered with his left hand, and reached into the table hole with his right hand to find out, Du Yan's news.

Princess Du: Come to see me after class at night?

Princess Du: I have something for you

Princess Du: [wink.gif]

-OK

- By the way, let me bring you the key points of the evening self-study

Princess Du: Are you talking about the topic again? ? ?

- um , tell

Princess Du: Heaven will kill me

Song Qichen looked up at the blackboard, quickly changed his mobile phone to a pen, wrote down a step that Du Yan made a mistake on the paper, and then switched back to his mobile phone.

- I took your test paper and marked all the mistakes

Princess Du: Save me

Princess Du: [kneel down.gif]

- flat body

Song Qichen finished today's homework when he was in Chinese class. In the last class of evening self-study, he took Du Yan's math paper and read it carefully again.

Compared with before, Du Yan, who became serious, has made great progress. Except for one calculation error in the basic questions, the rest are correct.If it is a little difficult, I try to write the steps as much as possible, and I can write it wherever I can. If it is really impossible, there is no other way.

Du Yan got over 90 in the [-] test paper. Although this was not a very good score in the less difficult quiz, Song Qichen was still very happy - it was great that he quit before writing half of it.

……

The requirements for your boyfriend are a little higher, Song Qichen!

After reading for a long time, Song Qichen turned the pen, and the tip of the pen stopped on a blank space on the test paper, leaving a small ink mark.

After thinking about it, he dug out an unused loose-leaf book from the hole in the table, took a piece of paper and spread it on the table.

The pen tip stayed on top of the loose-leaf paper for half a minute, and Song Qichen hadn't figured out how to start yet.

He wanted to make a complete knowledge system for Du Yan, starting from the basics, including knowledge points and various question types, difficult points, and error-prone points for Du Yan.

Seems a bit difficult...

After all, Song Qichen never needed to sort out his notes in such detail.

After being stunned for a while, Song Qichen sighed, found out the textbook, and started from the first page.

When the review was consolidated, Song Qichen held the pen and wrote "one" on the paper.

After the evening self-study get out of class, Song Qichen stayed in the classroom for half an hour longer, and the whole building was almost empty before he started to pack his things and prepare to go to Du Yan.

Running up to the sixth floor of the liberal arts with ease, Song Qichen saw the long-haired girl talking to Du Yan through the window, and smiled happily.

Du Yan... well, he didn't show any expression.

Song Qichen raised his eyebrows and went straight into the studio.

"Your friend is looking for you again," the long-haired girl heard the movement, glanced at the door, then turned back and smiled at Du Yan, "Then I'll go over there to draw."

"Ah," Du Yan casually nodded at her, his eyes fixed on Song Qichen's body, and he raised the corner of his mouth, "Why did you come?"

Song Qichen sat down next to him, glanced at the girl who was sitting by the window, and lowered his voice, "Did you delay?"

"What..." Du Yan was stunned for a moment, and then realized when he saw Song Qichen's gaze, and quickly shook his head, "No, no, I don't know her! I..."

Du Yan explained in a hurry, his face turned a little red.

"I don't even know what her name is," Du Yan whispered, taking his hand and squeezing it, "Really, I swear, I never told her anything other than class, if you don't believe me... ..."

Song Qichen looked at the nervous Du Yan with a funny face, "I didn't say I didn't believe it."

"Huh?" Du Yan was stunned again.

"I'm talking about delaying your painting?" Song Qichen said with a suppressed smile.

"Ah?" Du Yan reacted for a long time before he realized that Song Qichen was teasing him. He quickly glanced around, then reached out his hand around Song Qichen's head and pulled him behind the drawing board, leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips. For a moment, "Are you kidding me?"

"Fuck." Song Qichen was taken aback. After Du Yan let go of him, he straightened up abruptly, and smoothed his messy hair.

"Do you know how powerful you are, brother Yan?" Du Yan asked with a suppressed voice.

"No," Song Qichen calmed down, and licked his lips arrogantly, "By the way, what did you say you would give me?"

Du Yan also returned to his normal expression. He reached into his coat pocket, took out a lollipop and handed it to Song Qichen.

Song Qichen simply took the candy, peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth. The air was suddenly filled with a sweet smell, and he said vaguely: "You asked me to run all the way just to give you candy. ?”

"Of course not." Du Yan smiled, reached out and tapped the drawing board in front of him, "This is what I want to give you."

Just now, he was only focused on catching|raping (not) being jealous and choking on Du Yan, but he didn't pay attention to other things. Now Du Yan pointed, and he saw the content on the drawing board.

It was Du Yan who was painting him when he came last week.

It was just a pencil draft before, but now it has been colored.

This is a bust of Song Qichen, the picture is not big, only the size of an A4 paper, and Du Yan pasted it in the center of the drawing board.

It is a picture of him sleeping on the table.

It's summer, and the boy in the painting is sleeping soundly with his face sideways, but he doesn't seem to be so peaceful, his pretty brows are slightly frowned.The soft hair ends neatly on the neck, and the fair neck draws out beautiful lines, extending all the way to the neckline of the blue and white school uniform.

The desk is full of test papers and textbooks, a few fountain pens are placed randomly, and a paper crane stands quietly in the upper right corner.

The young man's painting is very beautiful, and the details are well handled, but the classroom in the background is blurred, as if the world is so quiet that only he is left.

Song Qichen stared at the painting for a long time, his lips parted but he didn't know what to say.

"Do you like it?" Du Yan looked at him nervously, not so confident in his gift, "I drew it casually, and I always feel that the one I gave you before is not very formal..."

"I like it," Song Qichen said, his finger touched the painting lightly, "I like it very much."

"That's good." Du Yan seemed to be relieved, and his voice became lighter, "I wanted to find a frame for you, but I couldn't help it. I wanted you to see it as soon as I finished the drawing."

After Du Yan signed his name and date in the corner with a pen, he took the painting off the drawing board and handed it to Song Qichen.

"That's good," Song Qichen smiled, carefully opened the schoolbag and put the painting in, then turned his head to look at Du Yan seriously, "Try to submit."