After the rain

Kun let go of his hand, and almost lost his grip on the front of the bike, and the bicycle ran crookedly.He tilted his head slightly, "Sleepy?"

"Ah."

Song Qikun keenly sensed that he was probably in a bad mood, and was at a loss for a while, "Then I will ride faster."

"Ah."

The boy was already thin and bony, but the movement of lowering his head made the bones of the back of his neck more prominent, and he seemed a little fragile under the light for no reason.Liu Xinrong glanced at it, quickly stepped on the pedal twice, and said, "Let's go, I can still write a few questions when I go back."

When the two parted at the door of the house, they just said good night to each other. Song Qikun hurriedly changed his shoes, went into the room to find his mobile phone, and held it in his hand for a long time before sending Shen Yan a WeChat message.

Song Qikun: [I see you are not happy, what happened? ]

Shen Yan: [No, just sleepy. ]

"..."

Now he feels like shooting himself in the foot with a rock. If he had known earlier, he shouldn't have asked casually to cover up his panic, but now the other party used it as a reason to prevaricate him.

Song Qikun: [Then go to bed early and see you tomorrow. ]

Shen Yan: [Yes. ]

"Oh——" Song Qikun tapped his forehead with his fingers, and let out a long sigh, thinking that I don't know how to read minds, and there is a screen across this, who knows what you are thinking.

Song Ye and Wang Zhiyun came back relatively late, and it was exactly twelve o'clock when they got home.

The door of Song Qikun's room was half-closed, Wang Zhiyun peeked in through the crack of the door, and saw his son still scribbling at the desk.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door twice, saying, "It's time to go to bed."

"Right away!" Song Qikun didn't turn his head.

"By the way." Wang Zhiyun pushed the door open a little, and said, "Shen Yan is starting school now, remember to wait for him when going to and from school."

Song Qikun's pen flew away, and said: "I know, we came back together tonight."

"Huh? Their class ends at 09:30, why are you together?"

Song Qikun was taken aback, the last stroke of the character "天" was stretched out.

He turns his chair and confirms incredulously, "09:30?"

"That's right, your dad is their head teacher." Wang Zhiyun nodded.

That is to say, Shen Yan waited for him for more than an hour, but said calmly that he had just arrived.

Dude, you don't lie without blinking an eye.

Seeing that his expression was not right, Wang Zhiyun asked, "What's wrong?"

"No." Song Qikun tried hard not to blink, "It's okay."

"It's okay if it's okay, why are you staring at me?" Wang Zhiyun was puzzled.

"..." Song Qikun: "My face is cramping."

He guessed that Shen Yan should be asleep at this time, so he didn't send a message to disturb him.

As soon as the alarm clock rang in the morning, Song Qikun pressed it bewilderedly, then sat up with firm willpower, and sent a message to Shen Yan: [Are you awake? ]

Shen Yan: [Get up. ]

Song Qikun: [See you at the door in 10 minutes? ]

Shen Yan: [OK. ]

After sleeping, the mood should have almost recovered, Song Qikun thought, patted his face and got up to wash.

Wang Zhiyun was still sleeping without morning class, and Song Ye had finished packing and was ready to go out.

"Dad, it's so early." Song Qikun brushed his teeth and spoke vaguely.

"School has just started, and there are many things to do." Song Ye glanced at his watch, "I'm leaving first, take your time."

"okay."

Meeting Shen Yan at the door, the two went to Zhao's Steamed Bun Shop to buy steamed buns, and waited for Liu Xinrong by the way.

There was a long queue in front of the steamed stuffed bun shop, and they lined up horizontally in order not to block the way. Because the boss moved swiftly, the queue moved very fast.

Song Qikun took out the money from his pocket and stood at the end, "I'm in line, what do you eat?"

The signboard of the shop lists all the flavors of steamed stuffed buns. There are many kinds and the font is slightly small. It is not very friendly to people with short-sightedness, especially those like Shen Yan who don't wear glasses when they go out.

He squinted his eyes slightly for a long time, but he didn't see a single word except the shop name which was a few sizes larger at the top.

I shouldn't have laughed, but Song Qikun couldn't help laughing, "How about I read it to you?"

Shen Yan shook his head, "I want to be the same as you."

After buying the buns, Liu Xinrong hadn't come yet, and the two stood by the roadside eating and waiting.

"I can't see why you don't wear glasses when you go out? Are you not afraid of falling while walking?" Song Qikun bit open the thin bun skin, and the meat filling was fragrant and steaming.

Shen Yan took a mouthful of the oily minced meat alone, and it was so hot that he parted his lips slightly to breathe, and then began to chew after it cooled down, "It's troublesome if you wear it, but you can see the road without it."

"How nearsighted are you?"

"200."

Song Qikun: "It's so tall, is it a boy or a girl walking over there?"

"Boy." Shen Yan reiterated expressionlessly, "I'm short-sighted, not blind."

Song Qikun laughed, staring at his slightly puffed cheeks from eating, and asked what happened last night, "Did you wait for me for a long time last night?"

Shen Yan didn't look at him, he swallowed the bun and said, "Not long."

"More than an hour soon?"

"Ah."

"How long is long?"

Shen Yan thought about the answer seriously, and told him: "If you won't come, then one minute is a long time."

Song Qikun was stunned.

"She's here." Shen Yan looked towards the south gate and narrowed his eyes slightly.

11. Military training

The playground of No. [-] Middle School has a large area. On one side of the plastic track is the rostrum and colorful grandstand seats. On the other side are basketball courts, badminton courts, table tennis courts and sports equipment rooms. There is a mango tree that does not bear fruit beside it.

At 17:[-], the [-] classes of the first grade had assembled on the sports field according to the class order, and the chatting voice was noisy and chaotic, like a group of locusts buzzing and circling.

The head teacher of each class walked back and forth to roll call to confirm the number of people.

Song Ye took the roster and ticked off each one he clicked.

"Yang Hang, is Yang Hang here?"

His roommate raised his hand and replied, "Teacher, he has gone back to the dormitory to put on his school uniform, come right here."

"Okay." Song Ye continued to roll the roll.

"Shen Yan, Shen Yan?" Song Ye went around to the end of the class and looked at the taller boys, "Where's Shen Yan? Has anyone seen him?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Song Ye frowned, "Does anyone know his contact information?"

He remembered that Shen Yan's front desk seemed to be Duan Zheng and Xie Junwen.

These two are tall and easy to remember.

"Duan Zheng, Xie Junwen, do you two know?"

"I don't know." The two said.

Song Ye waited for Yang Hang to return to the team and went to say something to the grade leader, then turned back to find the squad leader, and said: "The instructor will come to pick you up later, and when he asks the number of people, you say that one of them hasn't arrived. I'll go find it." Find Shen Yan."

He went back to the office to find the phone number of Shen Yan's parents, but no one answered after five or six consecutive calls.

Feeling a little restless, Song Ye paced back and forth in the office, and suddenly remembered that Song Qikun and Shen Yan seemed to have a good relationship, so he went home directly, took Song Qikun's cell phone, and called him out during recess.

"What's wrong?" Song Qikun was puzzled.

"Send a message to ask Shen Yan where he is." Song Ye handed him the phone, "I can't find him, and no one answered my parents' phone calls. He just disappeared after school started."

"He came to school with me this morning." Song Qikun was surprised, and quickly clicked on WeChat to make a voice call.

After ringing for a long time, no one answered, and the phone hung up automatically.

Song Ye had a headache, "Try calling again, if you don't answer it, forget it."

While waiting to be connected here, Song Ye's phone rang, and the caller ID was the number he had dialed several times not long ago.

"Hey?"

"Hello." There was a man on the phone with a young voice, "Who are you?"

"Hello, are you Shen Yan's parent? I'm his head teacher, and my name is Song Ye." A student passing by chatting, he took a few steps to the window.

Song Qikun pressed the dial interface that hadn't been connected for a long time, followed and listened quietly.

The man was stunned for a moment, "Ah, I'm me, I'm his brother, little... What's wrong with Shen Yan?"

"It's like this." Song Ye turned on the speakerphone and explained: "Today's military training for freshmen, but he didn't come. I couldn't find anyone, so I called you."

After finishing this sentence, the man didn't respond, instead there was a muffled whisper, he should be talking to someone with his hands on his phone.

Song Ye was worried but didn't show it on the surface, and waited patiently.

After a few seconds, the man said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Song, what did you just say?"

Song Ye repeated.

"Military training?" The man seemed to stand up, and the chair rubbed against the ground making a sharp sound, "Did he not apply for exemption from training? You send the meeting materials over first, wait for me in 2 minutes, and I'll be right there."

The latter sentence is talking to others again, and Song Ye doesn't care: "Exemption from training? He didn't apply."

"Smelly brat." The man gave a "tsk" sound, and muttered to himself, "These two years of doctor visits have been in vain."

Both father and son were taken aback, seeing doubt and surprise in each other's eyes.

"It's like this, Teacher Song." The man spoke quickly, and his voice sounded like he was walking, "Shen Yan has old diseases on his feet, and he is not suitable for strenuous exercise. The hospital has proved that I have them. I will wait a while Can I send it to you? I'm a little busy right now."

Everyone has talked about this, and Song Ye can't say no, "It's possible, but Shen Yan..."

The most important question is where did people go.

"I'll give you his number," the man paused, his tone a little more helpless, "but I'm afraid he won't answer with his bad temper, why don't you, Mr. Song, contact him as soon as I finish the meeting, Don't... come, sorry!"

hang up.

Song Ye sighed.

He patted Song Qikun on the shoulder and said, "Go back to class and turn your phone to silent. If Shen Yan replies to you, ask him to call me."

Song Qikun nodded, and returned to the classroom absent-mindedly. He didn't listen much to the class, and as soon as the bell rang, he took out his phone to see if Shen Yan had replied.