After the rain

Outside the fence, he patted Duan Zheng and said, "Are you envious?"

The sun was dazzling, Duan Zheng squinted his eyes and looked over, saw Shen Yan who was standing at the entrance of the supermarket unwrapping ice cream, his face collapsed immediately, "I'm more than envious, I really want to wear him!"

Xie Junwen wanted to say something, but the instructor over there shouted to assemble.

Shen Yan passed by while eating ice cream, stopped to take a look, and left.

After an afternoon of practice, the flowers of the motherland barely cheered up after eating dinner to replenish their strength.The group life of a few days made everyone quickly mingle, chatted endlessly whenever they had time, ran around in the classroom corridors to chase and fight between classes, and yelled "who is going to the toilet" when going to the toilet, the level of noise made the teacher's office The teachers are quite a headache.

The new textbooks had already been handed out, and Song Ye watched them study by themselves on the podium. He scanned around and found that few people were seriously reading the books.

Those who talk small talk, those who are in a daze, those who play with mobile phones, those who steal food, those who hum songs...

Tongtong paid attention to Song Ye wholeheartedly, straightened his sitting posture as soon as he saw him looking up, and turned a page of the book pretending to be calm.

Song Ye was amused, and said, "You can do whatever you want, just don't make any noise, or you will disturb others."

Considering that military training is tiring, they are not forced to concentrate on studying.

Shen Yan is making a daily diet plan for milk tea, and he has no time to take it for a walk after school starts, so he can only control his food more.

Due to regular and quantitative feeding, Shen Yan had to go home at noon and afternoon, and he could find a small restaurant for meals. Song Qikun also volunteered to be with him after learning about it.

Just as he was considering whether to reduce the snacks after dinner by a third or in half, a hand suddenly popped out from under his eyelids, shaking it left and right.

Shen Yan looked at the owner of this hand: "...?"

Finally succeeded in attracting the other party's attention, Duan Zheng withdrew his hand and smiled, and asked a little coyly, "Have you calmed down?"

Shen Yan remained silent, and waited for a moment before saying: "Not angry."

Duan Zheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately turned his phone screen over, and said in a low voice, "Then add WeChat."

Shen Yan took out his mobile phone and scanned his QR code to send a friend request.

Duan Zheng agreed with him by leaning against the wall, leaning his head to this side, with a curious expression on his face: "What are you writing?"

His words were a little silent, which attracted some students nearby to look here.

Duan Zheng shrank his neck, and glanced at Song Ye with a guilty conscience.

Song Ye also heard it, laughed, and said, "get out of class is not over yet, don't worry."

Duan Zheng nodded again and again, turned back and pretended to pick up the pen, stuffed the phone into the hole on the table, and typed quickly with one hand.

Duan Zheng: [Brother Shen, can you do me a favor? ]

Seeing these two words, Shen Yan frowned slightly: [Shen Yan. ]

Duan Zheng: [Okay, Brother Shen Yan, can you do me a favor? ]

Shen Yan: [I can't. ]

Duan Zheng was dumbfounded.

Shen Yan: [Say. ]

Duan Zhengyixi: [I have a courier, the green apple stationery store in front of the school, thank you very much! ]

At the end, two emojis with folded hands were added.

Shen Yan: [Yes. ]

Duan Zheng: [The name is I want to go to Tsinghua University, the tail number is 0872, thank you Brother Shen! ]

Shen Yan: "..."

Evening self-study ended at nine o'clock, and he had to wait for another hour to wait for Song Qikun and Liu Xinrong to finish class.

Song Qikun persuaded him to go back first, but he couldn't persuade him, so he could only let him go.

Several street lamps along the way cast double shadows, bicycles passed by slowly, and the sound of chains was very clear.Song Qikun and Liu Xinrong were discussing what they had learned in class again, the stupid hair on the top of his head was shaking in the wind, Shen Yan stared at it for a long time, then raised his hand to press it.

Song Qikun pressed the corner of his mouth and changed the subject.

The nearest courier collection point to the school is the Green Apple stationery store outside the main entrance, and there is a temporary storage fee of one yuan for each package.The parcels piled up into a hill were so messy that the proprietress alone couldn't find them, and Shen Yan didn't wear glasses, so it was a bit difficult to find them.

After looking for it for a long time, I couldn't find it. It was almost time for class. Song Qikun was still squatting there, looking through the recipients' information one by one, Shen Yan reminded him: "There are still 5 minutes."

"Oh." Song Qikun was so full of thoughts that I was going to go to Tsinghua University and 0872, he didn't listen to it for a while, and then he went through two packages before he gradually came to his senses, "What 5 minutes?"

"class time."

He stood up abruptly, squatting for too long, his legs were numb and he couldn't stand still, and kicked a box to make things worse, staggered forward and fell down, "Ai ai——"

As soon as Shen Yan stretched out his hand, he caught a glimpse of his gray-black dirty palm due to flipping through too many packages. He quickly changed his strategy, took a step with his left foot, and passed his arms under Song Qikun's armpit to catch him firmly.

"Are you all right?" He kicked away the box blocking the way, tilted his head back and asked.

Song Qikun stood up straight in a panic, and turned to support him nervously, his eyes cast down involuntarily, "Are you okay?"

Shen Yan's body froze for an instant, and seeing nothing but concern on this man's face, he slowly relaxed, "It's okay."

But after all, I still minded, and moved my right foot half a step to hide behind the box.

Song Qikun felt offended, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I..."

"I found it!" The proprietress came out from behind the pile of packages with a paper box wrapped in tape, and confirmed, "I want to go to Tsinghua University, the tail number is 0872, is this it?"

"Yes." Shen Yan stepped forward to pick it up.

The proprietress: "It's heavy, hold on tight."

I don't know what Duan Zheng bought. The degree of confusion is comparable to that of a shot put, but the small paper box is as heavy as a mountain. The appearance is seriously inconsistent with the reality. Shen Yan wonders if there is a piece of iron stuffed inside.

Song Qikun consciously paid the money, ignored the ringing of the class bell, and walked with him like a turtle crawling slowly.

If you know the reason, you can still find the clues if you observe carefully.

——He straddled his left foot much more neatly than his right foot, and his right foot landed more slowly and lightly.

"It's already class, you go to the classroom quickly." Shen Yan stopped in front of the administrative building, his brows and eyes were faintly cold, and his expression was serious, "It doesn't matter what happened just now, the injury is already healed and it won't hurt, but don't keep staring at me. Watch."

After he finished speaking, he felt that his tone seemed inappropriate, so he added a sentence like a remedy after a dead sheep, "OK?"

He just walks like this because he is tired of other people's strange eyes that don't know whether to pity or ridicule.

In the past, he would never have expressed his thoughts clearly in this way, either ignoring them and turning around to leave, or going straight up.

But he remembered Dr. Jiang's words.

——No one can accurately understand your thoughts and emotions with just one expression and one movement. You have to learn to try to express it. Only by speaking out will others know.

Especially with people you care about.

Always let others rack their brains to guess and think, who has so much patience?

Comparing his heart to his heart, he also hates those hesitating to speak with unclear meanings, unable to understand and guess, like looking at flowers in a fog.

Song Qikun was filled with guilt, nana said: "I'm sorry."

Shen Yan: "It's okay, you go to class quickly."

The first class was geography. The geography teacher in Class [-] of the second grade of senior high school had a mysterious rule—it was allowed to be late, and you could enter the classroom without giving a report.

Song Qikun was 10 minutes late, and just as he pulled out his chair and sat down, he was called up again to answer questions.

"What are the reasons for the emergence and evolution of life on Earth?"

"Illumination conditions, stable cosmic environment, suitable atmosphere and temperature, liquid water."

"Very good, please sit down."

Liu Xinrong outlined the core of the paragraph with a red pen, and drew a five-pointed star on the side to indicate the key point, and asked in a low voice, "Did you oversleep?"

"Yeah." Song Qikun didn't really want to talk, so he dealt with it vaguely.

After this class, Fang You, the disciplinary committee member, came over with the attendance book and asked him why he was late, so that he could record it.

Song Qikun said, "I overslept."

Fang You snorted lightly and said, "Remember to write a self-criticism and hand it over to the geography teacher."

Song Qikun raised his eyebrows in surprise, not arguing with him: "Okay."

As soon as the people left, Zhang Fan immediately turned around and complained, "I'm going, and I've never seen a class where the students were late and had to write a review. The teacher didn't say anything. Is he sick?"

Liu Xinrong felt strange: "Before Ding Huai was late and didn't write."

"Then he is deliberately targeting!" Zhang Fan realized, and asked Song Qikun, "Where did you offend him?"

Song Qikun thought for a moment and said, "I don't know."

He didn't care about this little episode, he was distracted for three consecutive classes, opening and closing his eyes were all the expression of Shen Yan when he said those words.

——With a straight face, fleeting irritability between the eyebrows, pure black eyes are calm and condensed, and he looks a little fierce.

Must be angry.

I don't know how many times I heard the sigh, Liu Xinrong finally couldn't help but knock on the table, "Why are you sighing, lost money or lost love?"

Zhang Fan, who just came back from the office, caught the second half of the sentence, stepped over the chair at the same table and quickly returned to his seat, and asked in amazement: "Broken love? What broken love? Who lost love? Song Qikun?"

"……no."

"What's the matter? It shouldn't be because of the self-criticism." Liu Xinrong put away the notes from the last class, glanced at his, and pouted: "From the first class to now, you may have sighed no less than a hundred times. Yes, and your note, just write a title, it's concise enough."

Song Qikun: "..."

"Leniency for confession, strictness for resistance!" Zhang Fan said in a serious voice with an interrogation posture, "Who exactly are you having an affair with? Is it Zhou Xiya from class two!"

Liu Xinrong helped to think about it, "I don't think so, Zhou Xiya has been chasing him since the first year of high school, and she even gave him a drink yesterday. If it was her, how could I lose my love."

Zhang Fan thought about it for a while and found it to be reasonable, and made a decision again: "That's Yin Xuan from Class [-] of the third year of high school! I saw the two of you having dinner alone last semester."