After the rain
Chapter 18
"..."
Duan Zheng pulled Shen Yan into the group under Shen Yan's indifferent gaze.
['I want to go to Tsinghua University' invited 'Shen Yan' to join the group chat]
The frenzied chatting in the group like a bullet screen came to an abrupt end, and it was as quiet as a chicken.
The group leader came out and bubbled, speaking tremblingly: [Is it me? ]
I want to go to Tsinghua University: [Explosive photos!Explosive photos! @沉延]
half an hour.
Real Girlfriend: [He, he, he, he quit... quit the group. ]
"Huh?" Duan Zheng looked at Shen Yan, "Why did you retreat?"
"It's not me." Shen Yan said.
His hand was empty, and Duan Zheng didn't see that he just took out his mobile phone, "Isn't this number yours? Did I invite the wrong person?"
"It's me." Shen Yan said again.
Duan Zheng: "???"
He was completely fooled, right?
In Class [-], Grade [-], Song Qikun sent the saved QR code to his account, then calmly deleted the traces of the crime, put his mobile phone in his schoolbag, and took out his English textbook to start morning reading.
The "Gloomy Boy Ayan Support Club" group has exploded.
[Ahhhhhhhh what a shame! ! ! ]
[Who pulled it in!who is it? ! ! ]
[@I want to go to Tsinghua University is her! ]
[Fuck... it's actually a man. ]
[@I want to go to Tsinghua University and come out to be beaten!Who told you to pull him in! ! ]
[@I want to go to Tsinghua Hehe, you still want to go to Tsinghua?Now, immediately, immediately give hell to my aunt! ! ]
-...
Duan Zheng was panicked, he hadn't figured out how to explain to his aunts to escape this catastrophe, a row of small characters suddenly popped up on the chat interface.
——[You were removed from the group chat by 'Real Girlfriend']
Justice descended from heaven, I am grateful.
When the flag was raised during the big class break, the grade leader really locked onto Shen Yan at the end of the class at a glance, stepped forward and patted his arm gently, "Why didn't you cut your hair?"
Shen Yan saw that he had to lower his head, "Forgot."
"Why didn't you forget to eat and sleep?" The grade leader gave an ultimatum with a half-smile, "Go get a haircut at noon, otherwise I don't mind being a barber."
Shen Yan: "Oh."
13. Haircut
After the flag-raising ceremony was over, the bustling crowd flocked to different teaching buildings, walking slowly.
As soon as Song Qikun disbanded, he went to the team of senior one, shuttled around and looked around for Shen Yan's figure.
But there were too many people, and the clothes were all the same. I was dazzled after watching it for a long time, and felt that everyone had the same face.
When a classmate passed by, the sports committee stretched out its long arm and hooked his shoulder, "What are you doing?"
"Looking for someone." Song Qikun rubbed the edge of the phone in his school uniform pocket, thinking to himself whether he should climb the seventh floor.
The Sports Commissioner shook his arm, the corners of his lips raised with an ambiguous expression, "Looking for a girlfriend?"
"No." Song Qikun walked forward with his arms around him. He was worried about stepping on someone's heel accidentally, so he had to narrow down the search area.
In this way, the probability of being able to find it is close to zero, and it is only a few minutes away from class, so it is not realistic to climb the seventh floor with the flow of people.
He changed his mind and decided to return it at noon.
The midday sun baked the ground and the air was dry and hot.
The sprinkler was playing the pure music of "Only Mom Is Good in the World" and was driving slowly. A rainbow was erected above the water mist, and pedestrians stopped to take pictures on the side of the road.
"The mobile phone is in the pocket of the school uniform." The bicycle went straight along the street under the shade of trees, and the road was flat and smooth. Song Qikun occasionally pedaled and asked before dinner, "What do you want to eat?"
"Go and have a look first." Shen Yan took out the phone from his pocket.
He didn't sleep well last night. He leaned on Song Qikun to doze off all the way to school this morning. He was holding the phone in his hand. Song Qikun helped him put it away for fear of dropping it. Unexpectedly, he forgot to return it later.
He was vaguely impressed, but he didn't go to the other party to get it between classes.
After all, the seventh floor is so high, it is too troublesome to go up and down.
Swipe right to unlock.
He didn't set a lock screen password on his mobile phone, but his photo album did.
Normal people would not rummage through other people's photo albums, except for his brother Shen Xin.
Song Qikun: "I checked your WeChat this morning."
"Yeah." Shen Yan didn't think there was any problem, "I know."
"you know?"
"Duan Zheng is my front desk."
Song Qikun swallowed, "Do you want to add that group back? I saved the QR code for you."
In fact, it is because the photo album cannot be entered and cannot be deleted.
"No, the people in the group don't welcome me." Shen Yan thought of how everyone in the group condemned Duan Zheng who had pulled him into the group, so he naturally decided in his heart.
Song Qikun: "..."
Girls' minds are indeed difficult to understand, but that's definitely not the meaning.
The news in several other groups exploded again, Shen Yan set it as read, and saw that there was a new friend application in the address book, and the other party's avatar and nickname were a bit familiar.
['Genuine Girlfriend' requests to add you as a friend]
He clicked yes.
Real Girlfriend: [Male God, I am Qi Jiajia from Class [-], Grade [-] Literature! ]
"Qi Jiajia." Shen Yan whispered the name.
The front of the car swayed and almost hit a roadside tree, Song Qikun hurriedly squeezed the brakes, "Who?"
Due to inertia, Shen Yan leaned forward, bumped his forehead against his back, subconsciously put his hand around his waist to stabilize his figure, and didn't understand why he reacted so violently.
"Qi Jiajia." Shen Yan simply held up the phone to show him, "Do you know each other?"
"Hmm, um!" Song Qikun clenched the handlebars, looked away from his waist, and looked at the screen with concentration, "Our class's literary and art committee member, she...isn't this the number I added?"
This number—is the group owner of the "Gloomy Boy Ayan Support Club"!
"Tell me." Shen Yan withdrew his hand, "Should I return her?"
Song Qikun continued to ride forward, blinked his eyes twice quickly, "Come back, besides, this is your friend, why do you ask me?"
"Oh." Shen Yan lowered his head and sent his name, muttering, "I don't think you really want me to reply."
The speaker didn't care about the listener, and Song Qikun's eyes moved slightly, and he smiled, "It's nothing."
If you don't take a nap, the time at noon is not so tight.They wandered from the street to the end of the street, and finally entered a noodle shop, and ordered two bowls of signature beef noodles.
The beef in the noodles is ample, large pieces are crispy, and the soup is thick and the noodles are strong, which makes your index finger move.
It's slightly spicy, which is acceptable to Shen Yan.
After eating the noodles, the two of them took the time to go back to feed milk tea.
Milk tea is busy with appointments, eating fast and in small quantities.
For this point, Shen Yan is happy to see it succeed.
It's good to eat less, it can save cat food and promote weight loss programs, killing two birds with one stone.
"Do me a favor." Shen Yan came out of the bedroom with scissors in his hand.
Song Qikun put the bag of cat food into the cabinet with ease, bent down to pick up the two that spilled out, "Huh?"
"Cut your hair." Shen Yan said.
"Ah?" Song Qikun was stunned for a moment, "Why don't you go to the barber shop?"
Shen Yan narrowed his eyes, "I don't want to go."
The bangs on his forehead were long enough to cover his eyebrows and eyes, and half of his ears were covered on both sides. His hair was a little curly after growing, and it was slightly fluffy, making his face appear small.
Coupled with the indifferent expression, it does have that gloomy temperament.
"I've never cut anyone's hair before." Song Qikun took the scissors, "Be mentally prepared."
"Yeah." Shen Yan found a towel and a low stool, and moved to the uncarpeted space, "Let's get started."
Song Qikun roughly planned how to cut it in his mind, and then recalled the barber's technique he saw in the barber shop before, took a deep breath, and began to do it without distraction.
Hair fell in tufts, and the clear clicking sound of scissors did not make people feel uncomfortable as before, Shen Yan opened his eyes.
His eyes are pure black and relatively large, maybe because of myopia, there is no expression in his eyes, like a kind of doll, motionless is very permeating.
Looking straight at such a close distance, Song Qikun shook his hand and accidentally poked his eyelid with the tip of the scissors.His complexion changed suddenly, he pushed aside his half-cut bangs, and said anxiously, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay, does it hurt?"
Shen Yan closed his eyes, "It doesn't hurt."
Song Qikun's heart was beating wildly, his hands were still shaking, "To be honest, does it hurt?"
The broken hair sticking to the face was uncomfortable, so Shen Yanyan pulled it off with his hands, "It doesn't hurt."
"Close your eyes." Song Qikun took two deep breaths and was still in shock. He found a tissue to wipe off the sweat from his palms, and shook it again, "Look, I'm going to be nervous."
Shen Yan closed his eyes according to his words, "Why?"
"I don't know either." Song Qikun held his breath and concentrated, his movements were more careful than before.
After cutting the bangs, the target turned to the sideburns on the left side. Song Qikun used a comb to separate the longer outer layer and froze.
Above Shen Yan's ear, there was a scar about the length of a finger. It was thin and could be covered by a little longer hair.
"Here..." Song Qikun's voice trembled, and his heart throbbed twice, feeling a little painful.He stroked the entire scar from the beginning to the end with his fingertips, "How did you do it?"
"What?" Shen Yan didn't have any impression, and he didn't find any abnormality after touching it again, "Is there anything?"
"Scar." Song Qikun said, "It's very long."
He paid attention to Shen Yan's reaction, and found that the man's body froze when he heard this sentence, and glanced at him cautiously and quickly, his hands resting on his knees slightly curled up, but his tone was the same as usual, "Can not remember."
From this point of view, Song Qikun could basically conclude that he was lying, but he didn't expose it.
After half an hour.
Song Qikun stepped back half a meter to look at his masterpiece.
Shen Yan let him look at him without moving a bit, and reminded, "We are late."
"It's okay." Song Qikun walked around him, approached him again, lightly held his wrist and led him to the bathroom to look in the mirror, feeling uneasy, "How is it?"
After all, as a fledgling, ideals and reality are so different, this hairstyle can barely pass
Duan Zheng pulled Shen Yan into the group under Shen Yan's indifferent gaze.
['I want to go to Tsinghua University' invited 'Shen Yan' to join the group chat]
The frenzied chatting in the group like a bullet screen came to an abrupt end, and it was as quiet as a chicken.
The group leader came out and bubbled, speaking tremblingly: [Is it me? ]
I want to go to Tsinghua University: [Explosive photos!Explosive photos! @沉延]
half an hour.
Real Girlfriend: [He, he, he, he quit... quit the group. ]
"Huh?" Duan Zheng looked at Shen Yan, "Why did you retreat?"
"It's not me." Shen Yan said.
His hand was empty, and Duan Zheng didn't see that he just took out his mobile phone, "Isn't this number yours? Did I invite the wrong person?"
"It's me." Shen Yan said again.
Duan Zheng: "???"
He was completely fooled, right?
In Class [-], Grade [-], Song Qikun sent the saved QR code to his account, then calmly deleted the traces of the crime, put his mobile phone in his schoolbag, and took out his English textbook to start morning reading.
The "Gloomy Boy Ayan Support Club" group has exploded.
[Ahhhhhhhh what a shame! ! ! ]
[Who pulled it in!who is it? ! ! ]
[@I want to go to Tsinghua University is her! ]
[Fuck... it's actually a man. ]
[@I want to go to Tsinghua University and come out to be beaten!Who told you to pull him in! ! ]
[@I want to go to Tsinghua Hehe, you still want to go to Tsinghua?Now, immediately, immediately give hell to my aunt! ! ]
-...
Duan Zheng was panicked, he hadn't figured out how to explain to his aunts to escape this catastrophe, a row of small characters suddenly popped up on the chat interface.
——[You were removed from the group chat by 'Real Girlfriend']
Justice descended from heaven, I am grateful.
When the flag was raised during the big class break, the grade leader really locked onto Shen Yan at the end of the class at a glance, stepped forward and patted his arm gently, "Why didn't you cut your hair?"
Shen Yan saw that he had to lower his head, "Forgot."
"Why didn't you forget to eat and sleep?" The grade leader gave an ultimatum with a half-smile, "Go get a haircut at noon, otherwise I don't mind being a barber."
Shen Yan: "Oh."
13. Haircut
After the flag-raising ceremony was over, the bustling crowd flocked to different teaching buildings, walking slowly.
As soon as Song Qikun disbanded, he went to the team of senior one, shuttled around and looked around for Shen Yan's figure.
But there were too many people, and the clothes were all the same. I was dazzled after watching it for a long time, and felt that everyone had the same face.
When a classmate passed by, the sports committee stretched out its long arm and hooked his shoulder, "What are you doing?"
"Looking for someone." Song Qikun rubbed the edge of the phone in his school uniform pocket, thinking to himself whether he should climb the seventh floor.
The Sports Commissioner shook his arm, the corners of his lips raised with an ambiguous expression, "Looking for a girlfriend?"
"No." Song Qikun walked forward with his arms around him. He was worried about stepping on someone's heel accidentally, so he had to narrow down the search area.
In this way, the probability of being able to find it is close to zero, and it is only a few minutes away from class, so it is not realistic to climb the seventh floor with the flow of people.
He changed his mind and decided to return it at noon.
The midday sun baked the ground and the air was dry and hot.
The sprinkler was playing the pure music of "Only Mom Is Good in the World" and was driving slowly. A rainbow was erected above the water mist, and pedestrians stopped to take pictures on the side of the road.
"The mobile phone is in the pocket of the school uniform." The bicycle went straight along the street under the shade of trees, and the road was flat and smooth. Song Qikun occasionally pedaled and asked before dinner, "What do you want to eat?"
"Go and have a look first." Shen Yan took out the phone from his pocket.
He didn't sleep well last night. He leaned on Song Qikun to doze off all the way to school this morning. He was holding the phone in his hand. Song Qikun helped him put it away for fear of dropping it. Unexpectedly, he forgot to return it later.
He was vaguely impressed, but he didn't go to the other party to get it between classes.
After all, the seventh floor is so high, it is too troublesome to go up and down.
Swipe right to unlock.
He didn't set a lock screen password on his mobile phone, but his photo album did.
Normal people would not rummage through other people's photo albums, except for his brother Shen Xin.
Song Qikun: "I checked your WeChat this morning."
"Yeah." Shen Yan didn't think there was any problem, "I know."
"you know?"
"Duan Zheng is my front desk."
Song Qikun swallowed, "Do you want to add that group back? I saved the QR code for you."
In fact, it is because the photo album cannot be entered and cannot be deleted.
"No, the people in the group don't welcome me." Shen Yan thought of how everyone in the group condemned Duan Zheng who had pulled him into the group, so he naturally decided in his heart.
Song Qikun: "..."
Girls' minds are indeed difficult to understand, but that's definitely not the meaning.
The news in several other groups exploded again, Shen Yan set it as read, and saw that there was a new friend application in the address book, and the other party's avatar and nickname were a bit familiar.
['Genuine Girlfriend' requests to add you as a friend]
He clicked yes.
Real Girlfriend: [Male God, I am Qi Jiajia from Class [-], Grade [-] Literature! ]
"Qi Jiajia." Shen Yan whispered the name.
The front of the car swayed and almost hit a roadside tree, Song Qikun hurriedly squeezed the brakes, "Who?"
Due to inertia, Shen Yan leaned forward, bumped his forehead against his back, subconsciously put his hand around his waist to stabilize his figure, and didn't understand why he reacted so violently.
"Qi Jiajia." Shen Yan simply held up the phone to show him, "Do you know each other?"
"Hmm, um!" Song Qikun clenched the handlebars, looked away from his waist, and looked at the screen with concentration, "Our class's literary and art committee member, she...isn't this the number I added?"
This number—is the group owner of the "Gloomy Boy Ayan Support Club"!
"Tell me." Shen Yan withdrew his hand, "Should I return her?"
Song Qikun continued to ride forward, blinked his eyes twice quickly, "Come back, besides, this is your friend, why do you ask me?"
"Oh." Shen Yan lowered his head and sent his name, muttering, "I don't think you really want me to reply."
The speaker didn't care about the listener, and Song Qikun's eyes moved slightly, and he smiled, "It's nothing."
If you don't take a nap, the time at noon is not so tight.They wandered from the street to the end of the street, and finally entered a noodle shop, and ordered two bowls of signature beef noodles.
The beef in the noodles is ample, large pieces are crispy, and the soup is thick and the noodles are strong, which makes your index finger move.
It's slightly spicy, which is acceptable to Shen Yan.
After eating the noodles, the two of them took the time to go back to feed milk tea.
Milk tea is busy with appointments, eating fast and in small quantities.
For this point, Shen Yan is happy to see it succeed.
It's good to eat less, it can save cat food and promote weight loss programs, killing two birds with one stone.
"Do me a favor." Shen Yan came out of the bedroom with scissors in his hand.
Song Qikun put the bag of cat food into the cabinet with ease, bent down to pick up the two that spilled out, "Huh?"
"Cut your hair." Shen Yan said.
"Ah?" Song Qikun was stunned for a moment, "Why don't you go to the barber shop?"
Shen Yan narrowed his eyes, "I don't want to go."
The bangs on his forehead were long enough to cover his eyebrows and eyes, and half of his ears were covered on both sides. His hair was a little curly after growing, and it was slightly fluffy, making his face appear small.
Coupled with the indifferent expression, it does have that gloomy temperament.
"I've never cut anyone's hair before." Song Qikun took the scissors, "Be mentally prepared."
"Yeah." Shen Yan found a towel and a low stool, and moved to the uncarpeted space, "Let's get started."
Song Qikun roughly planned how to cut it in his mind, and then recalled the barber's technique he saw in the barber shop before, took a deep breath, and began to do it without distraction.
Hair fell in tufts, and the clear clicking sound of scissors did not make people feel uncomfortable as before, Shen Yan opened his eyes.
His eyes are pure black and relatively large, maybe because of myopia, there is no expression in his eyes, like a kind of doll, motionless is very permeating.
Looking straight at such a close distance, Song Qikun shook his hand and accidentally poked his eyelid with the tip of the scissors.His complexion changed suddenly, he pushed aside his half-cut bangs, and said anxiously, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay, does it hurt?"
Shen Yan closed his eyes, "It doesn't hurt."
Song Qikun's heart was beating wildly, his hands were still shaking, "To be honest, does it hurt?"
The broken hair sticking to the face was uncomfortable, so Shen Yanyan pulled it off with his hands, "It doesn't hurt."
"Close your eyes." Song Qikun took two deep breaths and was still in shock. He found a tissue to wipe off the sweat from his palms, and shook it again, "Look, I'm going to be nervous."
Shen Yan closed his eyes according to his words, "Why?"
"I don't know either." Song Qikun held his breath and concentrated, his movements were more careful than before.
After cutting the bangs, the target turned to the sideburns on the left side. Song Qikun used a comb to separate the longer outer layer and froze.
Above Shen Yan's ear, there was a scar about the length of a finger. It was thin and could be covered by a little longer hair.
"Here..." Song Qikun's voice trembled, and his heart throbbed twice, feeling a little painful.He stroked the entire scar from the beginning to the end with his fingertips, "How did you do it?"
"What?" Shen Yan didn't have any impression, and he didn't find any abnormality after touching it again, "Is there anything?"
"Scar." Song Qikun said, "It's very long."
He paid attention to Shen Yan's reaction, and found that the man's body froze when he heard this sentence, and glanced at him cautiously and quickly, his hands resting on his knees slightly curled up, but his tone was the same as usual, "Can not remember."
From this point of view, Song Qikun could basically conclude that he was lying, but he didn't expose it.
After half an hour.
Song Qikun stepped back half a meter to look at his masterpiece.
Shen Yan let him look at him without moving a bit, and reminded, "We are late."
"It's okay." Song Qikun walked around him, approached him again, lightly held his wrist and led him to the bathroom to look in the mirror, feeling uneasy, "How is it?"
After all, as a fledgling, ideals and reality are so different, this hairstyle can barely pass
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