After the rain

Xin Rong had an idea, and suggested: "You write half and I write half, and then I copy it."

The number of papers is ridiculously large, if it is done independently, it is better not to let it go.

"Good idea." Song Qikun nodded in agreement, "Then I will write the first volume and you will write the second volume?"

"make a deal!"

The two hit it off immediately, Tang Chen was dumbfounded, and raised two fingers, "What about me? And Shen Yan, he hasn't divided yet, double the amount!"

"I wish I could be blessed." Liu Xinrong said with a smile.

Shen Yan's face was calm, "Throw away the test paper."

Tang Chen slapped his thigh, and then came up with a bad idea: "Take it back and use it as a tablecloth for my mother, and say that I lost it on the way."

Liu Xinrong laughed, "Are you stupid or the teacher is stupid."

After talking nonsense for more than an hour, there were only a dozen skewers left in the two plates of barbecue, two or three skewers for each person, but they couldn't eat it anymore, so they asked the boss to pack it in a foam box.

The moon rose to the center of the night sky, surrounded by a thin layer of clouds, like a transparent veil.

"Ah, enough to eat and drink." The traffic on the street loosened up a bit, Tang Chen patted his stomach and burped, "Go back and have a good sleep."

Liu Xinrong said: "Sleep after eating, you are fattening up."

"It's so late, why don't you go to sleep?" Tang Chen tilted his head, saw her expression and immediately raised his hand to stop, begging for mercy: "Okay, I know, please don't say it, I don't want to listen. "

Liu Xinrong insisted: "You can write two papers."

Tang Chen covered his face: "I am deeply ashamed of my ignorance and lack of ambition, leaving tears of regret."

Walking to the intersection, Tang Chen stepped on the bicycle and pedaled vigorously, "Let's go, goodbye!"

The bicycle jumped several meters in an instant, and the wind made his loose T-shirt bulge slightly, and his back was unrestrained and unrestrained.

17. Name

After the rain, the temperature has dropped a little, and at night the autumn wind is cool, and the bright white moonlight is like a thin brocade, covering the ground silkily, flowing with time.

Arriving downstairs at the unit at eleven o'clock, Song Qikun parked his bicycle, but was in no hurry to go upstairs.

"Stand here, don't move." He set a position for Shen Yan, and took a distance of three or four meters, "Can you see my face clearly now?"

Shen Yan didn't know why, "Yes."

Song Qikun walked further away, "What about now?"

"reluctantly."

Song Qikun left again, "What about now?"

Shen Yan narrowed his eyes.

"Don't squint."

"Then I can't see clearly."

Song Qikun stopped still and called his name, "Shen Yan."

"Ok?"

Song Qikun took a deep breath.

The throbbing caused by holding hands has not subsided until now, and the touch in the palm of the hand has not dissipated, and the hand is full of emptiness when it is inadvertently clenched.

Just like willow catkins dance endlessly due to the wind, but the wind is hard to find, leaving only a sense of loss.

He had to follow his heart and do something, otherwise he would definitely lose sleep all night.

The moon hid behind the clouds, covering his surging mind.

As the light dimmed, Shen Yan squinted subconsciously again.

"I told you not to squint." Song Qikun reminded.

"Oh."

This person deliberately stood far away, and he was not allowed to squint, his facial features blurred into a mosaic.

Then the mosaic moved, as if it opened its mouth to say something, but there was no sound.

Shen Yan stepped forward unconsciously, "You?"

Song Qikun, who played in a silent movie, stepped forward and turned back, his facial features gradually became clear, and the smile on his lips was very faint.

"Did you say something just now?" Shen Yan frowned.

"I scolded you." Song Qikun took the schoolbag from the cart basket, "Let's go."

"Why scold me?" Shen Yan asked.

When the elevator came down from the top floor, Song Qikun stared at the constantly jumping floor numbers and said nonsense, "Because you are too heavy."

Shen Yan was stunned for a moment, his voice was cold but he had no confidence, "104 catties, is it heavy?"

The elevator door opened and closed, Song Qikun pressed down on the sixth floor, looked at him sideways, raised half of his eyebrows, and said calmly, "It's very heavy in my heart."

in my heart.

These four words again.

Shen Yan understands the deep meaning it wants to express when it is combined with other content in the words, but it is not particularly clear.

It was like looking through a layer of veil, seeing only the outline but not the details. This hazy feeling made him a little irritable, and he said coldly: "Then you are also very heavy."

With such a tone and an indifferent and cold face, Song Qikun would not misunderstand it as something else even if his brain twitched, and he was stunned speechless.

The elevator arrived at the station, and the two walked out together.

Song Qikun grabbed his wrist and tried to explain, "Uh, that..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Rooted in the third person in the hallway.

In front of door 603, a man in a suit and leather shoes leaned against the wall and fiddled with his mobile phone, with a small black suitcase next to him.He raised his head when he heard the movement, first looked at Shen Yan, then glanced at Song Qikun casually, his eyes moved down, and the surprise between his brows was fleeting.

Song Qikun immediately let go.

The man put his phone in his suit pocket, stood up straight and adjusted his clothes, stretching his arms, "Come here."

Having met once before and with a familiar voice, Song Qikun can basically confirm the identity of the man - Shen Yan's brother.

Shen Yan was extremely calm: "What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing." Song Qikun responded moderately and conservatively during the interrogation.

"Oh." Shen Yan walked over, ignored the man's open arms, opened the door and dragged the suitcase, stepped into the door with one foot and turned sideways, saying "good night" to Song Qikun.

The man didn't feel embarrassed when he touched his nose, he looked Song Qikun from head to toe with probing eyes, and smiled lightly: "Good night, little classmate."

No matter how you look at it, that smile is malicious.

And what is the name of the little classmate?

Song Qikun: "..."

The moment the door closed, he heard the man lazily shout, "Shen Xiaobao, hug!"

Shen Yan's reply was sonorous and forceful: "Get lost."

Song Qikun: "..."

Shen Xin took out the slippers from the entrance cabinet and changed them on, scanned the rows of orange cat dolls carelessly, and saw the ugly and unique one at a glance, and immediately lost interest in watching it.

The milk tea follows the sound, and the soft ones get close in turn, "Meow~"

It was so thin that Shen Xin didn't dare to recognize it, and shrank his feet to avoid it, "Xiaobao, do you have another cat?"

Shen Yan put the suitcase away, came out of the bedroom with a set of pajamas in his arms, and looked mentally retarded when he heard this.

"No way." Shen Xin bent down and picked up the milk tea to estimate its weight, carefully scrutinized the hairy face close at hand, "Fat Cha, why are you so thin? Tell me, is it that the unscrupulous shit-shoveling officer has severely detained you?" ?”

"Meow~" Milk Tea licked his face.

Hearing that cats like to lick their butts, Shen Xin grinned in disgust, pressed the furry child's head into his arms, and said with a solemn expression, "Shen Xiaobao, tell me."

Shen Yan: "It has nothing to do with me."

"You raised the cat, you gave the food, so how come it has nothing to do with you?" Shen Xin swayed from side to side like coaxing a baby, and he opened his mouth with sweet words, "Fat Cha, your master is too unreliable, In the future, you will hang out with me, and keep your delicious and spicy food."

"It's called milk tea." Shen Yan said coldly.

This person has never called him the right name. The last time he was called Dabao, the last time he was called Green Tea, and this time he was called Fat Tea.

Opening and shutting fat tea fat tea, how much it hurts the cat's self-esteem.

"Okay, milk tea." Shen Xin put down the cat, patiently brushed off the cat hairs one by one, "Dandelion, this is it."

Shen Yan extended his pajamas to him.

"Sad." Shen Xin didn't answer, and said with his lips curled up: "I drove here overnight, I didn't even give him a hug, I didn't even see a good face, how do you say that poem - Luohua is interested Follow the flowing water, the flowing water has no heart to fall in love with the falling flowers."

At the end of the conversation, he looked up at the ceiling at 45 degrees, with melancholy eyes and a long sigh.

He was wearing a very formal business-style suit, with countless layers of hairspray applied to his back, and after more than ten hours, he was still intact. If he ignored the gray home slippers on his feet, he still had the style of a high-level leader in the mall.

The premise is that he doesn't put on an artificial posture of aggrieved and resentful upper body.

The picture is so beautiful that people can't look directly at it.

Shen Yan's expression became colder, "Is this poem used in this way? I have learned a lot."

Shen Xin grinned, "That's not true, what do you know, a scumbag with a score of 32 in Chinese in the middle school exam?"

"..." Shen Yan couldn't bear it anymore, threw his pajamas on the sofa, grabbed the actor by the collar and pulled him over, gritted his teeth and said, "Hug."

This is not intended to be hugged, it is clearly intended to give someone a scoop.

"Can't you take the initiative for a while?" Shen Xin muttered, and immediately put aside his playfulness, pulled his hand from his collar, wrapped him in his arms, and said softly, "Long time no see."

Dr. Jiang said that hugging can give people a sense of security, especially for Shen Yan.

Shen Xin kept this in mind, and every time they met, he would use all kinds of martial arts to ask for a hug.

Every time the brat was duplicity and rejection written all over his body, he was the one who was reluctant to let go in the end.

"I haven't seen you for two months." Shen Yan said with a smile.

"You have such a mouth." Shen Xin's shoulders slumped, and he sighed like an old father, worrying endlessly, "It's likely that we won't be able to find a girlfriend in the future."

There is nothing wrong with his appearance, he is a handsome little guy, but few people can stand this mysterious bad temper.

He couldn't imagine any girl in the future who would be reluctant to board this thief ship.

"You talk a lot, go take a shower quickly."

Shen Xin joked: "You hug me so tightly, how can I get there? Huh?"

Shen Yan: "..."

There was only one bed in the house, and the sofa was too small, so Shen Yan made a floor bed with blankets, moved his own pillows and quilts, and replaced the bed with spare quilts.

Shen Xin came in wiping his hair, and immediately fell on the floor, kicked off his slippers, rolled them around twice and wrapped them in the quilt, yawning, "I'm going to sleep here, eh, smells like a little brat."

Sink