I want this sand sculpture

It has been a month since the last time I saw the real Song Qichen, and the National Day holiday is two days away.

Although Du Yan's National Day is only three days off, he is still very excited, so excited that he forgot to mute his phone in today's Chinese class.

So when a clear notification sounded in the table hole, Du Yan didn't realize it was him for a while.

Then the phone rang a second time.

Du Yan was stunned for half a second, before the Chinese teacher's eyes swept over here, he put his hand into the table hole, and after a blind exercise, he muted the phone.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, otherwise he would have to go to the office to drink a cup of tea that he hadn't had for more than a year, Du Yan was relieved in his heart.

After class, Du Yan took out his phone and found that the notification tone just now came from a private message on Weibo.

He now has more than 1000 fans on Weibo, which is not a lot. He occasionally sends private messages to ask for painting skills or business cooperation.Du Yan will pick out valuable cooperation among them, and the rest will generally simply reply thank you or not.

He opened the private message and glanced at it casually.

-Wow, the painting is so good!

- Is the boy who often appears in the big picture someone you know?

Du Yan moved his fingers, and after replying "Thank you", he ignored this private message.

After all, the boyfriend is coming back, what is more important than meeting him?

go to bed!

……Nonsence!No!

On National Day, Du Yan got up early, ate a few mouthfuls of breakfast and jumped into the taxi.

Standing at the airport pick-up gate, Du Yan looked at the message "I'm getting off the plane" on the phone screen, and suddenly felt a little nervous.

He rubbed his pants and patted his face to make his smile look less silly.

Not long after, Du Yan saw that familiar head among the crowd.

Song Qichen was indeed a little darker than the last time we met, but this did not affect his handsomeness.

The boy didn't bring much, he only carried a bag.He looked back and forth expressionlessly, and when he saw Du Yan, he smiled and walked towards him quickly.

"Hey!" Du Yan raised his arms and waved vigorously, then rushed over and hugged him.

Song Qichen also put his arms around Du Yan's back with a smile, "Let go, people are watching."

Du Yan hesitated for a while before releasing him reluctantly, and whispered while pushing his back towards the exit, "I miss you."

Song Qichen paused, and lightly rubbed his thigh with the back of his hand, "Me too."

Back in the small apartment, Song Qichen threw Du Yan down on the sofa as soon as he entered the door.

Just about to go up to kiss, but was interrupted by a protracted "meow".

Then a big fluffy ball jumped onto the sofa, stepped on Song Qichen's back, and sat down motionless.

Song Qichen picked up the somewhat heavy fur ball with his backhand, sat up on his knees, and held it up to his eyes.

"Soy milk?" Song Qichen looked at the big white cat who had gained more than a circle of weight and was hugging his arm and rubbing it affectionately, and called out uncertainly.

"Meow~" Douzhi'er's tail also hooked his arm.

"Tsk," Du Yan snatched the big white ball in dissatisfaction, nimbly dodged its waving claws, and gently threw it on the ground, "I don't see you being so clingy to me?"

"Meow!" Dou Zhi'er bared her teeth at Du Yan, then walked up to Song Qichen's legs and rubbed them against each other.

"Did you take it back?" Song Qichen lowered his hand and scratched Douzhi'er's head up and down, listening to it purring comfortably.

"Ah, Wan Xu went to school and no one cares about it," Du Yan said, hooking Douzhi'er's hind paw with his foot, "Wan Xu said that since he was castrated, this cat has been pointing at him all day long, I It's just right."

"Isn't it hitting you with its ass all day long?" Song Qichen laughed.

"That's when you're here, we'll get along well if you're not here." Du Yan clicked his tongue again, put a little effort on his foot to pick the bean juice aside, and stretched out his arms to wrap around Song Qichen's neck to hook him When it comes to yourself, "Don't bother with it, move on."

"Yeah." Song Qichen smiled and kissed Du Yan, feeling the slightly warm hand of the person beneath him reaching into his T-shirt.

Du Yan's National Day holiday was only three days away, and after spending three days in a small apartment without shame and impatience, Du Yan had to plunge into the dark reviewing again.

In order not to affect Du Yan, Song Qichen went to the west of the city to accompany his grandma on the fourth day, and did not ask Du Yan to see him off when he left.

After Song Qichen left, the small apartment became deserted again. Du Yan was lying in front of the table, and the desk lamp shone a warm yellow light on the table.

In front of him was the math notes that Song Qichen had given him, and after looking at them for a while, he realized that he couldn't calm down, so he put the notes together and put them in his schoolbag.

After thinking for a while, he bent down and took out a piece of paper from the drawer, and scratched out lines with a pencil on it.

At one o'clock in the morning, Du Yan stretched his waist and moved his stiff neck.

He looked at the not-so-delicate bust of Song Qichen on the paper, took a photo with his phone with satisfaction, and posted a Weibo.

"work hard together."

The days are moving forward day by day, boring and uninteresting, only a few words with Song Qichen every day can encourage Du Yan.

"Our agency will have a big event tomorrow," Song Qichen seemed a little confused in the video, "I can't ask for leave for a few days in a row, I..."

"It's okay." Du Yan smiled, and rubbed his nose against the camera, "You can just go, I still have a few days to video."

Song Qichen hesitated for a moment, moved his lips closer and kissed carefully, "Well, then you don't have to wait for me these few days, go to rest early."

Du Yan clicked his tongue, "I went to bed too early one day."

After chatting for a few more words, Du Yan hung up the phone.

He sighed, and threw himself on the bed irritably, but Douzhier jumped up and gnawed on his fingers and didn't care.

Du Yan took the moving fat ball and put it on his stomach, and followed the hair one by one.

"Can you talk?" Du Yan raised his head slightly and looked at it.

Douzhi'er tilted her head and meowed.

Du Yan hooked the corner of his mouth, and lay back down again, "Do you think I'm quite useless?"

Douzhi'er rubbed his head against his fingers.

Du Yan didn't lie, he and Douzhi'er did get along pretty well when Song Qichen was away.

Du Yan sighed again, turned over, took Douzhier into his arms, and pulled the quilt to bury himself in it.

In the next few days, Song Qichen seldom sent messages, and the occasional few chats were all progress reports of Song Qichen's activities and Du Yan's complaints about the class. Gradually, only good morning and good night remained.

Du Yan knew that Song Qichen was very busy, and he also knew that he didn't want to affect his studies, but knowing that didn't mean he didn't feel uncomfortable.

He always felt that the distance between himself and Song Qichen was getting farther and farther, and he couldn't keep up with Song Qichen's footsteps.

Especially when he saw the group photo of the event awards sent by Song Qichen. He stood on the stage with a dozen other people whom Du Yan didn't know, holding up trophies and certificates with a proud look on his face. Du Yan felt that he was living with him. two worlds.

Song Qichen is excellent, no matter where he goes.

And myself...still repeating the reading.

Du Yan put the drawing board upright next to the table, took out the digital board, turned on the computer and began to revise the unsatisfactory sketch of the partner.

This manuscript has been revised seven or eight times, and Du Yan's last bit of patience is almost worn out.

After drawing this draft, I won't accept it anymore, Du Yan thought, there is still more than a month to concentrate on preparing for the entrance exam.

The university exam week is comparable to the entire third year of high school. This is a sentence that Song Qichen's roommate who finally came back to life after the exam week complained every day.

But Song Qichen himself didn't feel it, after all, he spent all his time in the library while his roommates were playing games.

"Brother Chen, why are you going?" At eight o'clock in the morning, Liu Qiaobin lay on the bed and called out Song Qichen who was about to go out in a daze, "Bring some breakfast?"

"Library." Song Qichen said, shrugging his shoulders to indicate that he couldn't bring him breakfast.

"...Perverted." Liu Qiaobin was briefly shocked for half a second, then turned over and lay down again.

Song Qichen smiled, opened the door and walked out.

The weather is fine today, with plenty of sunshine.The southern cities were not particularly cold yet, Song Qichen only wore a thicker sweater and a pair of jeans underneath.

Du Yan's entrance exam went well, so he should be preparing for the final exam right now.

Song Qichen sat in the cafeteria and finished a glass of soy milk.

His semester has ended, but there is an end-of-year event in the club, so he has to wait a few days before going back.

At about that time, Du Yan would have finished the exam, Song Qichen thought, go to the school gate to surprise him?

The weather in T City was already very cold, and the last leaf fell from the poplar tree beside the road.

Du Yan pulled up the collar of the down jacket and buried half of his face in it.

He knocked on the door of the office, poked his head in half and shouted "Report".

"Come in." The head teacher looked up at him and smiled.

The head teacher of the repetition class is a bald old man with a very kind temper.

Du Yan got into the office, closed the door, and walked to the head teacher obediently.

"Sit." The head teacher said, motioning Du Yan to sit down on the chair next to him.

"En." Du Yan responded and sat down.

"Your time is precious, so I won't turn the corner," the class teacher looked at him seriously, "How is your condition recently?"

"It's okay." Du Yan said

"I don't think you're in a good state," said the head teacher.

Du Yan's lips moved, but he didn't speak.

"Too much pressure?" the head teacher asked tentatively.

Du Yan pursed his lips, "No."

"What happened?"

"No."

"Want to be admitted to Z University?" Seeing that he was unwilling to answer, the head teacher changed the subject.

"En." Du Yan nodded.

"You're not in the right state to take the exam for Z University," the homeroom teacher sighed, "No matter what you think, since you have chosen to repeat the exam, you should go on and put your mentality in order."

"The teacher is not trying to scold you, you should think about it." The head teacher waved his hand.

Du Yan responded, got up and walked out.

"Wait a minute," the class teacher stopped him again, "give this stack of papers to the class representative."

"Oh." Du Yan went back to get the paper.

Halfway through, the phone in his pocket vibrated a few times.

Du Yan held the test paper in one hand, took out his phone and looked at it, it was a private message on Weibo.

- Do you still remember me?

- I found the little brother in your painting!

-【picture】

-【picture】

-【picture】

- Z college students are quite famous

- pity it ' s gay

- he doesn't know I took a picture, hee hee

Clicking on the three photos, the shooting angles are very strange, and the picture is not very clear. It is obvious that they are all candid shots.

But that side face, that back view, was obviously Song Qichen.

Du Yan felt cold all over his body, and his finger holding the phone trembled uncontrollably.