I want this sand sculpture

Director Chen was right, everyone fell into a deep sleep after the exam.

Song Qichen and Du Yan slept in the small apartment for three days at a time. Except for getting up to drink water and eat instant noodles to go to the bathroom in the middle, they never moved their nests in these three days. They vowed to make up for the sleep they missed this year.

On the fourth day, Song Qichen finally stretched his waist and opened his eyes refreshed.

He checked the time on his phone.

9: 02.

"Fuck," Song Qichen jumped up from the bed, slapped Du Yan again, and quickly began to put on his pants, "I'm late."

"Huh?" Du Yan opened his eyes in a daze, and frowned seeing his boyfriend in a hurry, "Why are you late?"

"Class, it's all nine..." Halfway through the speech, Song Qichen suddenly reflected.

After the college entrance examination, he doesn't have to go to class.

Ok.

Song Qichen sat back on the bed, put on his half-worn pants, and then started to be in a daze.

In just 2 minutes, he already felt the boredom of life.

Considering their future survival, the two decided to work part-time to earn some living expenses.

Song Qichen still tutored Du Qingqing, and asked her to introduce two children from the same class to make up lessons together.

When they first met, Du Yan almost got into a fight with one of them.

Not for anything else, just because of this child, he is a man.

"I must be plotting against my sister," Du Yan leaned into Song Qichen's ear and said viciously while they were doing the problem, "Damn, look at him like that!"

Song Qichen looked up, and saw that the little boy with round glasses was lying down in front of Du Qingqing to give her a lecture.

Okay, still a top student.

Song Qichen followed Du Yan to observe for a long time, and this young man was indeed more enthusiastic about Du Qingqing.And judging from the questions he did, this person doesn't need to make up extra lessons at all.

"I'll ask him." Song Qichen touched Du Yan's hand and whispered.

"Don't beat me too hard," Du Yan frowned, reminding him worriedly, "After all, he is a child."

Song Qichen gave him a complicated look, and thought about his words, "What caused you to misunderstand me so deeply?"

Du Yan was immediately amused, and thought carefully for a long time, "It's probably the first time you bit me."

"Hey," Song Qichen sighed, "You really hold grudges."

"That depends on who is right," Du Yan shook his leg, "he's doing something right!"

"En." Song Qichen nodded, stretched out his hand, and knocked on the book in front of the little boy before he tried to give Du Qingqing a lecture for countless times.

The little boy looked up at him suspiciously.

"Shall we chat?" Song Qichen asked.

The little boy looked at Du Qingqing who was busy doing the questions, then at Song Qichen and Du Yan, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

Song Qichen took the little boy to a table far away from the make-up team, and patted the table to signal him to sit down.

"What do you want to drink?" Song Qichen asked.

"Ah," the little boy was stunned for a moment, "No need, isn't there..."

"That's what you bought, right?" Song Qichen interrupted him, recalling the three drinks that were placed in front of the three children when he and Du Yan came to the store.

"Ah, yes," the little boy nodded and scratched his hair, "You can't let girls treat you."

"It's quite a gentleman," Song Qichen smiled, "Why do you think of tutoring?"

"Improve your grades." The little boy said, looking a little unnatural.

"I think your grades are pretty good, and you can give them both a lecture." Song Qichen glanced at him casually, with a flat tone.

The little boy held back for a while, and finally gritted his teeth, "Just say what you want to say!"

"Do you want to chase Du Qingqing?" Song Qichen asked.

"Ah?" The little boy's eyes widened in shock, his cheeks were red and he looked cute.

"Say it directly, you said it." Song Qichen shrugged.

"I didn't ask you to be so direct!" The little boy was speechless.

"Answer the question." Song Qichen reminded him seriously.

"I don't want to chase her," said the little boy, then lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

"Huh?" Song Qichen raised his eyebrows.

"I want to..." The little boy hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I want to know her brother."

"..." Song Qichen was stunned for a moment, then stood up abruptly, his voice raised unconsciously, "What did you say?"

Okay, didn't you fall in love with his boyfriend's sister the whole day, or his boyfriend? !

Song Qichen felt that he should take back what he said to Du Yan just now, and this kid should give him a good slap.

"Hush your voice!" The little boy quickly pulled him down, glanced carefully at Du Yan's table, and quickly looked away when he saw Du Yan's gaze, "Brother, are you talking to me?" Do you know Brother Du Yang very well?"

"Yes." Song Qichen replied indifferently, his tone full of vigilance.

"Then can you give me his WeChat number or something?" The little boy's eyes lit up, his face was flushed, and he was not cute at all, "Please brother."

"Why do you know him?" Song Qichen frowned.

"Didn't Du Qingqing tell you?" The little boy was a little surprised.

Song Qichen shook his head, "What did you say?"

"Hey!" The little boy patted his thigh with a look of embarrassment and anger, "I knew it! I gave her so much food for nothing!"

The more Song Qichen heard it, the more something was wrong. It stands to reason that the elder brother who fell in love with him should not directly ask his younger sister to help him confess.

"Get to the point." Song Qichen pretended to be impatient and knocked on the table.

"Oh," the little boy responded, grabbing his pants with both hands, as if he was a little embarrassed to speak, "Well, I really like brother Du Yan's paintings, I saw them in X comics last year, No.2 Woolen cloth!"

"..." This situation was far beyond expectations, and Song Qichen didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

"Really, I liked it the first time I saw it," the little boy continued, "Then Du Qingqing said that it was her brother who drew this painting, so I asked if I could get an autograph for me, and she said I would buy it for her." Just a week of snacks…”

Song Qichen's eyes twitched, "You agreed?"

"Well," the little boy nodded, "I bought it for her, but she also said that brother Du Yan was busy and didn't have time to see her, so she will continue to give her snacks for another month."

"You agreed again?" Song Qichen felt a little suffocated.

"Well," the little boy nodded again, "then I bought her a year's worth of snacks."

"..." Song Qichen felt that suffocation could no longer describe his current feelings. What kind of obsessive spirit is this? !

"Later, I heard her talking to Xu Xiaoyan about making up lessons during the holidays, complaining that her brother had been listening, so I said I would come too." The little boy lowered his head a little embarrassedly as he said.

"Then you came?" Song Qichen asked with difficulty.

"Yes, can I get an autograph now?" The little boy's voice jumped up, "By the way, brother, why do I think you look so familiar...have we met?"

"..." We have seen it in your brother Du Yan's painting.

Song Qichen took a deep breath and patted him on the shoulder, "I haven't seen it before, let's go back."

"Then can I ask for WeChat?" The little boy stood up excitedly.

"No," Song Qichen ruthlessly broke his fantasy, "but you have your signature."

After the tuition, the little boy got Du Yan's autograph as he wished, and Du Yan promised to give him a painting.

After all, one year's snack money, plus a large amount of unjust money spent on making up lessons, no matter what, I have to compensate this voluntary wrongdoing.

"Tut tsk tsk," Du Yan sat in the chair, looked at the back of the little boy happily leaving, with a sad expression on his face, "this kid has good grades and looks good, how can he be a fool?"

"That's your sister, I'm too smart." Du Qingqing raised her eyebrows triumphantly.

"Don't talk about you, I haven't educated you yet!" Du Yan pointed at her, "Do you know what you can do when you grow up?"

"Barely be a billionaire?" Du Qingqing held her face, chewing a pearl in her mouth.

"Prison and confinement." Song Qichen said.

"Hey!" The little girl patted the table, Lingqi's eyes widened, "Brother Chenchen, you are too much! You can't bully me just because my brother likes you."

"Who bullied you?" Du Yan picked up the paper that was on the table before taking it back, rolled it in a circle and tapped the back of Du Qingqing's hand, "Let me hear that you bully your classmates again, I will punish you."

Du Qingqing curled her lips and said nothing.

Du Yan was not idle during this time, he bought a digital board to practice drawing, and submitted manuscripts to various magazines one after another.

Some went nowhere, and some responded.

Several magazines even contacted Du Yan, asking him if he had any intention to sign a contract as their professional illustrator, but Du Yan refused without thinking.

Du Yan thinks very clearly that the people who come to him now are basically small magazines with little reputation, and there is not much room for development after signing.

He wants to be a wild illustrator for a few years first, gain some fame in the circle, and practice his skills before talking about signing a contract.

Anyway, the wild ones also get paid for their manuscripts, and they can earn more than one family, and they can earn a lot of money!

The time from the end of the exam to the release of the results was fulfilling and pleasant, and the small apartment seemed to have become a home for two people.

Every day I sleep until I wake up naturally, eat breakfast, Song Qichen is the tutor, Du Yan sits on the side holding the digital tablet and draws, strolls casually at night, and then goes home.

The activities at home are much simpler, cooking and rolling the sheets, watching movies rolling the sheets, washing the shower rolling the sheets...

Well, very healthy.

A few days before the score was released, Du Yan obviously became a little anxious, and the level of anxiety showed an upward trend as time approached. Even Song Qichen, a quasi-Z freshman, also became anxious.

"I want to eat dumplings tomorrow." Du Yan lay on the bed, stroking Song Qichen's leg with his left hand.

"Well," Song Qichen was drying his hair, he responded casually, "Go downstairs and buy it tomorrow, or pack it yourself?"

"Go downstairs and buy it, take care of yourself." Du Yan said.

"Yeah." Song Qichen nodded.

"Is the condom gone?" Du Yan said again, reaching for the remote control to lower the air conditioner a few degrees, and then put it back on Song Qichen's lap, "I have to buy it tomorrow."

Song Qichen glanced at him, "Yes."

"Are there any good movies these days? Shall we go to the cinema?"

"do not know."

"I want to eat dumplings tomorrow, let's make them ourselves."

"..." Song Qichen turned off the hair dryer, and stuffed his fumbling hands into the thin quilt, "Good night."

"Oh," Du Yan turned over and rolled inside, making room for Song Qichen, "Good night."