I want this sand sculpture

Today is the day when high school returns to school to get final grades. The weather is heavy, with large gray clouds pressing down on the sky. I don't know if it will snow or not.

Song Qichen stood at the gate of the school where the cold wind was blowing, quietly waiting for Du Yan to leave school.

He didn't tell Du Yan when he came back today, and planned to surprise him.

After fighting against the old north wind for 5 minutes, Song Qichen finally couldn't take it anymore, and went into the small bookstore opposite the school.

"get out of class is over?" The bookstore owner came out of the library and greeted enthusiastically.

Song Qichen was taken aback, "No."

"He played truant?" The boss looked at him suspiciously.

"No," Song Qichen said, and added after thinking about it, "I don't go to school, I'll wait for someone."

"Oh." The boss nodded and went back to the library.

After standing in the small bookstore for more than ten minutes, Song Qichen managed to force the cold out of his body, and the number on the phone screen finally jumped to 5:30.

Song Qichen immediately poked open WeChat, clicked on Du Yan's profile picture and sent a message.

- Is get out of class over?

After waiting for 2 minutes, Du Yan didn't reply.

Groups of students had already rushed out from the opposite school gate.

Song Qichen moved his fingers and sent another message.

-?

After waiting for a while, Du Yan still did not return.

A few students entered the store and bumped into him accidentally.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The girl who bumped her blushed and apologized in a panic.

"It's okay." Song Qichen said, raising his eyes to glance across.

A familiar figure broke into his line of sight.

Du Yan was wrapped in a down jacket that he often wore, with the collar turned up, covering half of his face.He walked with his head down, unable to see his expression clearly - he had a mobile phone in his hand.

Are you deliberately not replying to the message?

Song Qichen resisted the urge to curse and called Du Yan.

The boy across the road was obviously stunned for a moment. He stopped and looked at his phone for a while, raised his head and looked around, and then put the phone back in his pocket.

fuck me?

What do these mean?

Song Qichen's temper that hadn't flared up for a long time suddenly came up, he poked the screen fiercely and hit him again.

Du Yan took out the phone again, looked at it for a long time, and finally seemed to sigh, and connected the phone.

"Hello." Du Yan's voice came from the phone mixed with the wind, and it didn't sound so real.

"Are you out of school?" Song Qichen's voice subconsciously slowed down, and the exhaustion in Du Yan's voice made him suddenly soften.

"Well," Du Yan responded, "I just came out."

"Why didn't you answer the phone just now?" Song Qichen asked, watching the boy on the opposite side continue to walk forward.

There was silence on the phone for a while, "The phone was muted just now, so I didn't hear it."

……

Song Qichen felt his throat was choked by something, he moved his Adam's apple, and said word by word: "You lied."

Du Yan's eyes widened suddenly, he looked around in a panic, and after finding nothing, he lowered his head in frustration.

There was a long silence in the receiver, and Song Qichen could only hear Du Yan's unsteady breathing.

After half a minute, Du Yan said slowly, "Are you back?"

"Well, I came back today." Song Qichen said, trying to make his voice sound calm.

Du Yan was silent for a while again, as if he had made up his mind, "Chenchen, I... don't come looking for me yet."

After speaking, before Song Qichen could speak, Du Yan hung up the phone.

A sense of suffocation gradually spread, Song Qichen looked at Du Yan's figure walking away quickly, and was a little out of breath for a while.

What do you mean?

What do you mean by not looking for him?

After only half a year, he can't take it anymore, can he?

……

Song Qichen took a deep breath, he really wanted to rush up and grab Du Yan's shoulder to ask him why, or just beat him up.

But he didn't, he couldn't lift his leg.

As if all his strength was taken away at once, Song Qichen had to reach out to support the bookshelf next to him.

Then he sat down on the floor along the bookshelf and dialed Wan Xu's number.

"Hey, are you back?" Song Qichen heard his voice trembling, "Come and pick me up."

After returning to the small apartment, Du Yan stuffed himself under the quilt.

Douzhier jumped up and meowed on top of his head, protesting that he ignored her.

Du Yan grabbed it, buried his face in its soft fur, and sniffed hard.

Sensing that the master was in a bad mood, Dou Jui'er stopped screaming, turned her head and licked Du Yan's face, lay still on her stomach quietly, and let him wipe tears on her hair.

Du Yan didn't know what kind of mood he said to Song Qichen, "Don't look for me", that was actually not his original intention.

It's just that he's really scared, he's running away.

He was afraid that his lack of excellence would drag Song Qichen down, and he was afraid that others would know that Song Qichen had a boyfriend like him.

He was afraid that Song Qichen would tire of him, and that the distance between the two of them would grow further and further.

He was also afraid that people on the Internet would find Song Qichen and tell people around him that he was gay and a pervert.

He was afraid that he would not be able to be by his side at this time.

What's even more frightening is that he doesn't have the confidence to be admitted to Z University, doesn't have the confidence to keep drawing good-looking works, and doesn't have the confidence to...stand by his side.

can heDoes he deserve it?What does Song Qichen like about him?

he does not know.

Du Yan was a little tired, he wanted to rest.

Tears flowed quietly for a long time, and the eyes were swollen and sore.

"Am I quite an asshole..." He muttered in a low voice, and got a slap from Douzhier.

The fatigue and exhaustion of the past six months suddenly surged up, both physically and mentally.

Du Yan fell into a deep sleep.

Song Qichen didn't get in touch with Du Yan until it was almost Chinese New Year.

What he was sure of was that Du Yan was very abnormal.

Song Qichen was in a hurry that day, and when Wan Xu rushed over, he couldn't hold back his eyes and passed out.

It was already midnight when he woke up, and Wan Xu fell asleep on his stomach beside the hospital bed.

At that time, he just wanted to grab Du Yan and whip him hard, and when he calmed down and thought about it, he felt that everything was wrong.

Du Yan was avoiding him.

He didn't mention the breakup, and he didn't blackmail him, but he didn't answer the phone or reply to the message, trying his best to avoid contact between the two of them.

What are you afraid of? I am not afraid. What are you afraid of...

Song Qichen stood in front of the window, looking at the snowflakes falling from outside - T City snowed late this year, and it started to fall all over the ground just a few days before the Spring Festival.

He was in a daze, gritted his teeth, opened the door and walked out of the room.

Grandma was sitting on the sofa watching TV when she saw him come out and turn up the volume.

"Are you awake?" Grandma patted the sofa, signaling Song Qichen to sit over.

"Well," Song Qichen walked over and sat down, squeezed his fingers, and called out hesitantly, "Grandma."

"Hungry?" Grandma narrowed her eyes and patted his leg with a smile, "Grandma will cook for you."

"No, I'm not hungry." Song Qichen held down the old man who was about to get up, his eyes dodged for a moment, "I just asked, my parents... when will they come back?"

Grandma was obviously stunned for a moment, "Thirty, don't they both come home every year at thirty?"

Song Qichen pursed his lips, "Can you come back two days earlier this year?"

"Huh?" Grandma didn't expect Song Qichen to make such a request, and looked at him puzzled.

"Just," Song Qichen said with some difficulty, "I have something to tell them."

After looking at him again, grandma sighed, "Okay, I'll tell them, but you have to hold back your temper, and don't quarrel with me when it's Chinese New Year."

"Yeah." Song Qichen nodded.

Looking at the old man's face pretending to be angry, Song Qichen suddenly felt very sorry for grandma.

Thinking of what he was going to say, he sighed in his heart.

Don't quarrel, this matter is beyond his control...

Song's father and Song's mother were surprised for a moment when they received the call from grandma, but they still came back three days early.

Song Qichen helped carry the luggage into the room, rubbed his hands, and thought about what kind of time he should find to speak.

"Xiaochen," Mother Song said on the sofa, "Come and sit."

Song Qichen hesitated for a moment, and sat next to his mother.

"Do you have something to tell us?" Song's mother looked at him inquiringly, with a force and sternness in her eyes that could not be ignored.

"Yeah." Song Qichen nodded, subconsciously touched his pants - his palms were already sweating.

Seeing that he was nervous, Mother Song decided to change the subject first.I scanned around and found the little red circle around his neck, "When did you buy this necklace?"

"This is... from someone else," Song Qichen coughed lightly, and tightened his hands on his pants, "It was from... my boyfriend."

After saying this, the whole room fell silent.

All eyes were on him.

Song Qichen lowered his head and pursed his lips tightly. This feeling was not good.

The wall clock on the wall rang, one second, two seconds, three seconds...

"What did you say?"

The phone rang by the bedside. It was countless times. Du Yan stretched out his hand from under the quilt, groped and hung up it.

How many days have passed?Du Yan got up in a daze, and rubbed his stomach that was throbbing with hunger.

He got out of bed and walked into the kitchen, found a bag of instant noodles and planned to soak them, but when he took out the bowl, he found that there was no hot water in the house.

Du Yan sighed, tore open the packaging bag and gnawed on it.

Dou Zhi'er rubbed against his feet twice, Du Yan poured half a bowl of cat food for it with a pancake in his mouth, and then curled himself up on the sofa.

Song Qichen made many phone calls and sent many messages in the past few days, but Du Yan didn't respond.

He wanted to apologize to Song Qichen, wanted to say that that day was not intentional, wanted to hug Song Qichen and tell everyone that this was his boyfriend.

But he didn't dare, he was afraid that other people's words would hurt Song Qichen, he was afraid to face him, he was afraid to hear his voice.

I was afraid that I would not be able to catch up with him.

He knew that Song Qichen didn't care what other people thought, and he didn't care that the people around him knew that he had a boyfriend.

But knowing it doesn't mean he doesn't care.

This is an unsolvable problem, an endless loop.

He is still avoiding, in this most useless way, hurting himself and those who love him.

The sound of crackling firecrackers sounded outside the window, and Du Yan suddenly realized that today is New Year's Eve.

He turned his head to look at the snow falling outside. The first snow of this year was a bit long, it seemed that it had been falling for four or five days, intermittently.

Du Yan was stunned for a while, then got up and went to the bedroom to take out his mobile phone.

Clicking on the familiar profile picture, Du Yan struggled whether to send a happy new year.

happy New Year.

How could he be happy? He was about to explode with anger, right?

Du Yan smiled wryly, and withdrew his hand that was about to type.

Then he looked at the chat box of the two people in a daze - the background of the chat was Song Qichen's side face, which he secretly photographed, and he couldn't remember when it was, but he vaguely remembered it was a noisy afternoon.

Staring at it, Du Yan felt his nose a little sore, and his eye sockets became moist.

Then two messages popped up at the bottom of the dialog box.

- come out now

- High school celebration, I will come on stage for you to see me

The author has something to say: I think these two chapters are not well written orz

This is my first article, there are many deficiencies that I can find myself

I am also working hard to learn and correct, trying to tell the story to you

The next chapter is over, thank you for loving me all the time =3=

Shamelessly beg to read other articles in the author's column, hehe

Fifty-five for storytelling, fifty cents for two~

hope i can show you the progress

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