I want this sand sculpture

When he woke up again, Du Yan was no longer beside the bed.

Song Qichen rubbed his eyes and sat up, tried to move, and found that his waist was a little sore as expected, but it was still within the acceptable range.

He sat awake for a while, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably when he thought about what happened yesterday.

Song Qichen shook his head quickly, stopping his smirk.

I checked the time on my phone, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning, and sure enough, the quality of sleep after exercise was good.

You have fallen, Song Qichen.

Sighing happily, Song Qichen got off the bed, put on his slippers and walked out of the bedroom.

Du Yan was tossing something in the kitchen, and there was a tinkling sound... Does the sound mean demolishing the house?

Song Qichen frowned, stopped going to the bathroom, and went into the kitchen instead.

"You're awake," Du Yan saw the person walking in, put the bowl on the chopping board in a very good mood, turned around and walked towards him, hugging him with both hands, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"It wasn't too uncomfortable at first," Song Qichen avoided Du Yan's approaching lips, "I didn't brush my teeth."

"I did it!" Du Yan rested his head on his shoulder, bit his neck dissatisfied, and touched his waist twice more.

"Hey!" Song Qichen laughed, and pulled a little distance between him and Du Yan, "Are you a genius?"

"Yes," Du Yan admitted very generously, kissed him hard on the lips, and raised his eyebrows, "You won't give it?"

Song Qichen stared at him for a long time, and finally pointed behind him, "The pot is burnt."

Du Yan: "...fuck."

Du Yan said that he would cook a big meal for Song Qichen, and the big meal lasted until almost two o'clock in the afternoon. The main reason was that Chef Du spent one third of his time reading tutorials, and the other third Time to replay the tutorial.

Song Qichen was so hungry that his eyes were staring at gold stars, he couldn't stand it, so he went downstairs and bought two boxes of instant noodles, ate one box for himself, made another box for Du Yan, and brought them to the kitchen to watch him cook Feed him instant noodles.

……

Participants said they were really moved.

At 02:30, Song Qichen finally ate the Du Yan brand meal that looked okay.

Five dishes and one soup, very luxurious.

There is no dining room in the small apartment, so they moved the small coffee table to the window and pulled two cushions as stools.

"I can't finish this." Song Qichen sat cross-legged at the table, looking at the table full of dishes.

"It's okay." Du Yan sat down opposite him, "If I can't finish eating today, there will be tomorrow."

"Oh." Song Qichen nodded, and did not question the idea of ​​eating leftovers tomorrow.Holding the chopsticks, he picked up a lump of dark brown solid that should be eggplant, and carefully put it into his mouth.

After chewing it three times, Song Qichen took a bite of the rice.

"What's wrong?" Du Yan looked at him, and put a piece of eggplant into his mouth. After three seconds, his expression became a little complicated.

Hmm... It's better to give up this plate of braised eggplant that only tastes like soy sauce.

"Try this?" Du Yan pointed to the pickled cabbage fish that looked very good.

Song Qichen ate a piece of fish suspiciously, then another piece of fish, and another piece...

After a few mouthfuls, Song Qichen put down his chopsticks with a solemn expression, "What is this?"

"Pickled fish." Du Yan said.

"If it's not something wrong with my sense of taste," Song Qichen said seriously, "then it should be called boiled fish."

……

Curry chicken wings - the potatoes are not cooked, you can pour some water into the pot and cook, it's not a big problem.

Sweet and Sour Pork - How about calling it Sweet and Sour Pork?

Radish Pork Rib Soup - OK, if you ignore the strong peppery smell.

After a round of testing, Song Qichen insisted that he would never go wrong with taking cucumbers, and sincerely advised Du Yan not to step into the kitchen again.

Whether it is out of consideration of saving resources or protecting their personal safety, this suggestion is very pertinent.

However, Song Qichen obviously underestimated Du Yan's persistence in cooking. He rejected Song Qichen's suggestion, and said that he would work harder in the future to try to make a dish that is delicious in color and flavor as soon as possible.

Song Qichen was very desperate.

After returning from the May Day holiday, Song Qichen could clearly feel that the atmosphere in the school had changed.

There is still a month before the college entrance examination, and there is a tense atmosphere everywhere on the campus. More and more classrooms on the third floor of the senior high school are lit up after [-]:[-] p.m. Arts students.

Although there is still a year before their college entrance examination, in this environment, the sophomore students inevitably became nervous.

Especially at night when I heard the cry of collapse coming from the building next door, this kind of tension expanded exponentially.

Director Chen even specially told them to relax when he opened the class meeting, and it was not the time to be nervous.

Compared to their classmates who were obsessed with scaring themselves every day, Song Qichen and Du Yan were both in a good mood.

After all, Song Qichen is a top student, the kind who fails in exams.Du Yan...he is simply too busy to care about his senior year. If he has time to be nervous, it is better to sleep more, and he also has a boyfriend who cheats.

Since it entered May, the weather has become extremely hot, and soon came June when the cicadas were lying on the trees and screaming desperately.

No. [-] Middle School is the test center for the college entrance examination. Before the test, the test room needs to be cleaned and closed.The school has vacated a building for senior three candidates as a self-study room for the two days of the exam, and senior one and senior two students can only go home.

The day before the college entrance examination, Song Qichen, Du Yan and other people from Class [-] tidied up the examination room together, set aside thirty desks, and piled up the extra ones at the back of the classroom, and piled up the textbooks that day students couldn't take home in the dormitory or office of boarding students.

The slogans at the front and back of the classroom are covered with large sheets of white paper, even the group photos of the class on the wall are no exception.

The extra two days of vacation did not make them very happy, because they had to finish more than a dozen papers during these two days, and the inexplicable pressure was quickly replaced by complaints.

In Director Chen's words, this is "to help you change your mood, so you don't have to worry about nothing".

However, the students in Class [-] said that they did not need such a change of mood, they would rather worry blindly.

During the college entrance examination, Song Qichen still lived in Du Yan's small apartment, and the two of them spent two days in a very happy cycle of doing questions-rolling sheets-doing questions-rolling sheets-doing questions.

On the day of returning to school, the campus was very quiet. Occasionally, high school seniors walked by in twos and threes. They did not wear school uniforms, greeted loudly with relaxed smiles on their faces, and then walked out of the gate of No. [-] Middle School with a unique aesthetic.

After leaving school in the third year of high school, the whole school seemed to be half empty.

This relaxed mood did not infect the students in the second year of high school.

On the morning self-study on the day of returning to school, the students in Class [-] came early by coincidence, and quietly lowered their heads to read books or do questions before the morning reading began.

As soon as Director Chen stepped into the classroom, he was startled by a group of children who seemed to have taken the wrong medicine.

"My watch is broken?" Director Chen stood on the podium, tapped the blackboard lightly, and then raised his wrist to look at the watch.

There was a burst of laughter from the audience, and the depressed atmosphere just now disappeared a lot.

"Teacher, your watch is not broken." Someone answered.

"Impossible." Director Chen pretended not to believe that he took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, then put it back again, "It's really not broken, so why do you all look like you are about to go to the execution ground?"

Another burst of laughter.

"When will the teacher see us off?" Du Yan lazily shouted, "I want to have a good meal."

Then the laughter in the classroom turned into laughter.

"I'll treat you to a good meal next year," Director Chen glared at Du Yan, and laughed a few times along with them.After the atmosphere in the classroom was completely relaxed, he cleared his throat and put on a serious expression, "Come on, it's good that you have the desire to learn."

The class fell silent, waiting for Director Chen's next words.

"I always told you guys a few days ago not to be too nervous, but you can only listen to half of what I said," Director Chen said, "It's time to be nervous."

Director Chen scanned the people below, "Our building will not be moved, and we don't have to wait for the summer vacation to start. Someone will come in the afternoon to replace the sign of the sophomore with the sign of the senior."

"From now on, this building is the third-year science building," Director Chen said, "You are the third-year students."

Many students in the audience lowered their eyes with serious expressions.

"I have taken care of several senior high school students, and they were just like you now, willing to learn and work hard, but I don't know how many people can maintain this attitude until they graduate from high school and continue to fight this battle. "

"If you can trust me, then I can tell you that as long as you persevere, you will win."

"In the third year of high school, it is really tiring to say whether it is long or not, but the teacher has confidence in you, and you are the pride of the teacher!"

After saying this, there was a burst of loud applause in the classroom, and everyone clapped their hands vigorously, as if this was their response.

Several girls sniffed secretly. Du Yan saw Xu Min leaning on Zhou Qin's shoulder and shaking her shoulder slightly.

With great pressure on his shoulders, Du Yan didn't know what it was like, he just clapped vigorously with others.

Then he felt the heat of friction from his thighs, Du Yan was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to find that Song Qichen was staring at the blackboard intently, rubbing his legs with his right hand.

He saw the corners of Song Qichen's mouth raised in a small arc, and moved his lips.

Du Yan judged from the shape of his mouth that he said "I am".

After listening to Director Chen's speech, the students in Class [-] have indeed calmed down a lot. They are no longer blindly nervous, but are working hard in a planned way.

But just as Director Chen said, how many people can really persevere?

After finishing the last question, Song Qichen put down his pen and looked out the window.There are a few sparrows parked on the poplar tree outside, and the chirping people are annoying.

This day's evening self-study, Du Yan went to the studio as usual, and there was no one next to Song Qichen, and it was actually a bit deserted in the summer.

The final exam is next week.

Last week they learned everything they needed to learn in high school, including senior year.

After the short summer vacation, a round of review starts directly.

Song Qichen blinked his eyes to relieve the fatigue just now.

He picked up his pen again, intending to reorganize the knowledge framework of this semester from the beginning.

The author has something to say: It's time to grow up

The author is pleased to say =w=