After the rain

Solve thousands of sorrows.

Dreaming of meeting pearls relieves the pain of lovesickness.

When the rain stopped, the two hurried back to school.

Shen Yan took the No. 11 bus again.

VIP exclusive seats.

Since he was not familiar with the ticket price, he said, "Master Song, how much is it from here to Wenheng No. [-] Middle School on Lianqi South Road?"

Master Song turned the steering wheel, bypassing the water on the ground, and said, "No money."

Shen Yan: "Then what does Master Song want?"

The word 'want you' twirled around on the tip of Master Song's tongue, and when he appeared on the stage, he transformed gorgeously, "I am happy to help others, and I have a heart like a bodhisattva. I don't want anything."

Shen Yan: "Thank you Bodhisattva."

Song Qikun is kind-hearted: "Donors don't need to be polite."

At around [-]:[-] in the afternoon, it started to rain again, with a continuous patter.

The autumn wind came in through the back door with dampness and coldness in it, forcefully dispelling the stuffy heat in the classroom and taking away the warmth from people.

Song Qikun pulled the zipper on his college uniform, the speed of calculation gradually slowed down, and finally he stopped writing altogether, staring at the topic in a daze.

I don't know what happened to Shen Yan's feet.

It is clear that even walking is difficult, but she always says it doesn't hurt very much, and won't let me see it...

Gee.

There is also the phrase "you will limp if you walk fast, it is ugly".

Like explaining, like telling, and like probing.

Song Qikun couldn't tell the difference.

He actually had such a guess, and thought he had already prepared himself mentally, but when he really confirmed it, he still couldn't help feeling distressed.

Repeating this sentence and Shen Yan's expression in his mind, Song Qikun frowned subconsciously, and an impulse suddenly emerged in his heart.

Immediately, immediately, the urge to do something.

Liu Xinrong moved the chair to make room for him, and asked, "Class is about to start, why are you going?"

"I am busy."

The first floor and the second floor stand shoulder to shoulder, and a straight corridor is built on the fourth floor.

Song Qikun ran up to the fourth floor in one breath, crossed the corridor and ran to the seventh floor. He appeared at the back door of class 17, panting, and rushed in without a fever.

Shen Yan propped his chin and listened to Duan Zheng's jokes, he glanced away from the corner of his eye, surprise flashed across his eyes, he interrupted softly, "Wait for me."

Seeing that Song Qikun seemed to be in a hurry, he didn't care about the disguise, and walked out quickly with a limp, "What's wrong?"

The last word stuck in his throat, and his breath froze.

Song Qikun couldn't help but pull him into his arms and hug him tightly.

He was breathing heavily, and every word seemed to declare: "It's not ugly, to me, it's not ugly at all."

The end sound fell, followed by the bell for class.

"I'll pick you up after school, don't run around." He let go of his hand, rubbed the top of Shen Yan's head, "Let's go."

A hug on a whim, a late reply.

Watching his back disappear at the stairs, Shen Yan supported the wall with one hand, his eyelashes were trembling, and his forehead touched the cold tiles to ease the trembling of his body.

"Shen Yan?" Qian Xia turned out of the office, and walked towards this side with a sudden step, her voice was puzzled and worried, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Shen Yan turned around and entered the classroom like waking up from a dream.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor were warm orange light. The moment he looked up, Qian Xia vaguely saw the light water in his eyes.

Like shining stars.

Song Qikun came to Class 17 against the crowd of people going downstairs after school. Shen Yan sat on the seat and waited for him. He didn't read or play with his mobile phone. His eyes fell on the door, and his eyes lit up slightly when he saw him.

"We won't be going home today, how about it?" Song Qikun pulled the empty chair next to him and sat down, saying, "Eat in the cafeteria."

"Yes." Shen Yan readily agreed.

There are still Buddhists in the classroom in twos and threes who have to wait for the cafeteria to relax before going to eat. They are either chatting or doing questions. They are accustomed to the behavior of this high school sophomore who is excellent in character and learning, and continue to do it after just one glance. own business.

Song Qikun said: "Then let's go again at 05:30, there are many people at this moment."

"Okay." Shen Yan took out the phone from the table hole and gave it to him.

"Don't play with the phone." Song Qikun took it and put it in his pocket, Cheng Ming looked at his expression carefully, and said with concern, "Do your feet hurt when it rains? How do you feel about the pain? Why don't you figure it out?" Pinch me, let me have a bottom line."

His expression was serious, not joking at all.Shen Yan lowered his eyes, staring at the hand he stretched out to test the pain in silence for a long time, and pressed it with his fingers.

Very light, like a tickle.

Song Qikun raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

Shen Yan didn't answer, but pressed it again, it was heavier than before, Song Qikun grabbed the finger, "What kind of charades are you playing, talk."

"It hurts that much." Shen Yan said.

"Hello." It's strange if you can believe this, Song Qikun can't laugh or cry, "I'm so worried, please speak carefully."

Shen Yan scratched his palm, "Really, I won't lie to you."

Song Qikun was a little discouraged, but he didn't show it, and said in a gentle voice, "Tell me if it hurts in the future."

"Ah."

It rained for three days, and most of the ginkgo trees at the school gate were bald.

"I'm relieved, I'm relieved!" After finishing the last geography subject, Duan Zheng returned to the classroom and dropped the pencil case. He sat on the clean desk with one hand, and cheered excitedly, "I'm here for Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day!"

This time, the two festivals are brought together. October [-]st is both the National Day and the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Xie Junwen said: "I'm so happy, it looks like I did well in the exam."

Duan Zheng raised his eyebrows together, squinted his eyes and couldn't stop turning up the corners of his mouth, and waved his hands modestly, "Barely, barely."

Xie Junwen's false countenance made Xie Junwen want to beat him up.

The last evening self-study before the holiday is physics.Qian Xia finished the monthly exam papers just taken yesterday, and kept seven papers as homework for the holiday, one for each day.

She frowned and smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, "Happy holidays, everyone."

Holding the paper, Duan Zheng's face was ashen, his voice was weak, "I have a bad feeling."

Xie Junwen: "Shut your crow's mouth."

In the next ten minutes or so, the teachers of each subject came in one after another to distribute the test papers, and it seemed that there were seven papers for each subject by appointment.

The clacking sound of distributing papers filled the eardrums, and Duan Zheng burst into tears: "Don't stop me, let me die!"

Xie Junwen was busy arranging the papers and didn't have time to pay attention to him, so he said contemptuously: "The upper side is dead!"

"Brother Shen, help!" Duan Zheng turned his head and complained to Shen Yan.

Shen Yanzheng and Song Qikun were discussing on wechat what to have for supper later, and the papers were casually piled aside, "What's wrong?"

Duan Zheng suffered from obsessive-compulsive disorder and couldn't stay idle, so he spontaneously helped him sort out the subjects one by one, with a painful expression, "He died before he left the school, and the dream of traveling in China's celebration has been shattered!"

Hearing this sentence, Shen Yan looked indifferent, and patted his head perfunctorily, "You can go again during the winter vacation."

Duan Zheng looked serious, and said seriously: "Brother Shen, you can't touch my head all the time, I won't grow tall."

In the past two days, Shen Yan got into the bad habit of touching his head from nowhere, and Duan Zheng was frequently murdered by him.

Xie Junwen chuckled and slapped him on the head, "How tall do you want to be?"

"At least taller than you." Duan Zheng took his hand away and squinted at him.

Xie Junwen disdained: "You are dreaming."

"You are only three centimeters taller than me, what are you crazy about?" Duan Zheng was extremely dissatisfied.

"Just the three centimeters."

Duan Zheng: "..."

Hold.

Shen Yan touched his head again.

The twilight is all together, the bright moon hangs high and the silver halo is dim, and the scattered stars in the sky do not compete with it.

The East Street is crowded with people, and the aromas of various snacks are rich and mixed. The pungent aroma of chili and cumin stimulates the taste buds.

Liu Xinrong walked in the front, holding in her hands the sesame seed cakes with dried plums and vegetables bought at Jiekou. The filling was delicious but the dough was hard and hard to chew.

Song Qikun followed her closely to avoid getting lost, and suddenly turned his head to glance at Shen Yan.

"Huh?" Shen Yan ate the same type of biscuits, half of his cheeks were puffed up, and his expression was slightly dumbfounded.

It's so cute, Song Qikun smiled.

He continued to walk forward without looking sideways, but stretched his hand back, and precisely grasped Shen Yankong's hand, holding it tightly.

Shen Yan took it for granted that Song Qikun held him because he was afraid that he would not be able to keep up.

Song Qikun's heart suddenly missed half a beat.

The crowd was crowded, pedestrians talked or whispered, and no one noticed that they were holding hands.

Even if you notice it, you won't suspect anything.

Shen Yan, who didn't know what he was thinking, didn't think too much about it.

This is the aboveboard that belongs only to him.

"Over there!" Liu Xinrong pointed to the barbecue stand in front of him, and Tang Chen was sitting at the small square table, waving to them.

There were two plates of freshly baked barbecue and a large bottle of iced Coke on the table.

I originally planned to drink a little wine, but I had to give up because of the bad influence of wearing a school uniform.

Song Qikun let go of Shen Yan's hand a few steps away from the barbecue stall.

"I even bought sesame seed cakes." Tang Chen told them to sit down, opened the lids of Coke and filled them up, "The ones who can't finish them will be the two of you."

"Who told you to order so many." Liu Xinrong put down the half-eaten biscuits, stroked the hair on the side of her cheeks to the back of her ears, and took a sip of Coke from the cup, "You can't be full after eating."

Two plates of barbecue with mixed meat and vegetables are piled up into a hill, and if you eat all of them, you may be unable to move an inch.

"Just pack it and take it away, eat it." Song Qikun took a bunch of roasted pork belly and handed it to Shen Yan, "Be careful it's hot."

Tang Chen took a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of Coke, rolled up his sleeves, shaking his legs while eating, "What are your plans for the holiday?"

"No plan." Liu Xinrong carefully removed the black shrimp thread, put the shrimp on a toothpick dipped in some chili noodles and fed it into her mouth, "It was clearly arranged by the homework."

"It seems that everyone is the same." Tang Chen tore a mouthful of the chicken leg, viciously as if what he ate was not the chicken leg, but the unlucky papers in his schoolbag, "It's all about doing homework in another place!"

"Hey Kun'er, why don't we divide the labor and cooperate." Liu