After the rain

He turned his head back, looked down at the time, and raised his voice, "Song Qikun, what's the matter?"

Upon receiving the call, Song Qikun turned half of his body from behind the wall, and said with a smile, "Dad, I'm looking for Shen Yan."

With such an interruption, Song Ye instantly lost his lecturing mood, and his attitude became calm again, "That's all I've said, you should think about it for yourself. As for reading the commentary, I'll find someone else..."

"I'll read." Shen Yan cut off his words, his voice was slightly lower but with a bit of confidence, "Is it okay?"

Song Ye was stunned for a moment, then smiled warmly, "Of course."

When he was about to go out, he called out again, "Shen Yan."

Shen Yan stopped and turned around.

"Hair should be cut."

"……Um."

"Why is my dad looking for you?" Song Qikun peeled off a piece of chocolate and fed it into his mouth. Without hesitation, he stretched his arms halfway around the man, and moved his five fingers suggestively with the palm hanging on his right shoulder.

Shen Yan held that hand, and chewed a corner of chocolate with his teeth. The delicate sweetness penetrated into the blood vessels through the senses, and flowed along the blood to the dull heart. He immediately felt relieved, and said softly: "Mr. Read the commentary for each class."

"You promised?"

"Ah."

Song Qikun said: "It's all right now, I will definitely laugh when I pass the rostrum with my class card."

"Why?" Shen Yan asked.

A few steps away, there were two people leaning on the balcony fence and looking down, in case they were overheard, Song Qikun leaned into his ear, and said in a low voice: "Of course I will smile when I see my boyfriend, and you will do the same. Now smile." Show me."

Shen Yan perfunctorily raised the corner of his lower lip.

"Don't bring such a thing." Song Qikun couldn't laugh or cry, "You are not happy at all."

Shen Yan's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he looked sideways at him, "Do you know how to read minds?"

He thought he hid it well, and no one would have seen it before.

"En." Song Qikun nodded seriously, and chuckled, "This is my innate ability, and it is only useful to you."

Shen Yan is easy to deceive, but he still has common sense. He clearly doesn't believe his nonsense, but he brags without thinking, "You are really amazing."

Song Qikun lowered his head and smiled, "Xiaobao, you are so cute."

"Huh?" Shen Yan suspected that he misunderstood the word.

"What I mean is—" Song Qikun blinked, his smiling eyebrows concealed a bit of embarrassment, but he explained the previous sentence, "There are thousands of beauties in the world, but you are the only one I love."

The sweet aroma of chocolate still lingers between his lips and teeth, Shen Yan relishes it for a moment, then closes his eyes and responds lowly: "Oh."

Oh? ?

Song Qikun pinched the red earlobe in front of his eyes, motioning for him to speak again.

Shen Yan pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "Nicky."

Song Qikun blushed, his arms were bent back to lock his neck, and he said through gritted teeth, "Say it again?"

"Nicky." Shen Yanwei raised his head and added slowly under the threat of his embarrassment, "But I like it very much."

Song Qikun snorted, "That's about the same."

Shen Yan's partner in the commentary is a girl from Class 2 ([-]) of high school. She is slender and her voice is as sweet as her looks. When they first met, she greeted him generously, "Hi Shen Yan, my name is Zhou Xiya."

"Hmm." Not caring why the other party knew his name, Shen Yan glanced at the commentary bound into a book in her hand, with the words 'Zhou Xiya' written on the outermost layer.

Everyone else was rehearsing on the playground, and the rehearsal room was quiet and empty. Zhou Xiya went in and found a stool to sit down. She raised her head and called Shen Yan, who was standing at the door, "Sit down, Teacher Sun may not arrive until later."

The person in charge of guiding them was Teacher Sun from the campus radio station. I just met her on the road and came with her, but the grade suddenly announced that there was a short meeting, so I went back to the teaching building for the meeting.

Shen Yan lowered his head to look at the phone, his face was cold and indifferent, making people wonder whether he didn't hear or just didn't want to talk to people.

Zhou Xiya was silent, sizing her up and slandering her: This person is really as withdrawn and indifferent as the rumors say.

Time ticked by in the awkward atmosphere where the needle drop could be heard, and it took about half an hour for Teacher Sun to arrive late.

She is very young, with elegant appearance and gentle temperament, and she speaks softly, "I'm very sorry for keeping you waiting, your name is... Shen Yan, right? Why don't you go in?"

Shen Yan stepped back half a step to let her enter the door, and said softly, "Hello, teacher."

"Okay, okay, come in." After entering the door, Teacher Sun put down his backpack and went straight to the topic, "Have you got all the manuscripts? Have you tried reading it yourself?"

Zhou Xiya smiled shyly, nodded and said, "Yes, but I can't find the feeling."

Shen Yan hesitated for two seconds and said, "Me too."

"Don't be afraid, I'll teach you how to find it. Now each of you read a copy and I'll listen to it. Xiya, can you come first?"

"Okay." Zhou Xiya turned a page, cleared her throat, and read: "The ones coming are the third (7) class of senior high school. They are full of spirit and vitality..."

The commentary is within 150 words. If the class does not enter the venue to perform, the time to pass the rostrum is about 30 seconds.

Teacher Sun looked down at the watch to count the seconds, and when the last word was finished, she smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, your voice is shaking, um...you can speak a little faster, the emotion is not enough, I will wait I'll teach you later, Shen Yan, come here."

Shen Yan was also nervous, but not to the point of showing it.

After he finished reading it smoothly, Teacher Sun showed surprise, "It's great, have you ever had this kind of experience before?"

"Yeah." Shen Yan put his hands behind his back, and secretly dried his sweaty palms.

"It's a good read." Teacher Sun affirmed again, and said, "There is a place that needs to be paid attention to..."

They opened the windows to ventilate the air, and the curtains fluttered. Zhou Xiya and Shen Yan were doing joint exercises under the careful guidance of Teacher Sun. The rehearsal movement on the playground in the distance was slightly windy, and the "Athletes March" played on the stereo was mixed with faint whistles And the sound of slogans is enough to imagine how magnificent the scene is.

Teacher Sun left early in a hurry, and told them to practice until 03:30, and usually take time to practice more, and she will check the results next weekend.

"Also, the weather has turned cold recently, please pay attention to adding clothes to keep warm sooner or later, so as not to get sick." She waved her hand, "I'm leaving, goodbye."

Zhou Xiya: "Goodbye, teacher."

They practiced earnestly until 03:30, and both of them were a little hoarse when they read.

Locking the door and closing the window relatively silently, Zhou Xiya deliberately slowed down and walked with Shen Yan. She couldn't stand the speed and the weird quiet atmosphere after going down two floors, and was about to propose to retreat first, when a person suddenly walked up the stairs below. Boys, relying on the advantage of long legs, crossed three levels in one step.

"Song Qikun!" Zhou Xiya exclaimed in surprise, and trotted down a few steps to stand in front of the other party, her eyes brightened, "Why did you come?"

A warm gaze fell from the top of his head, Song Qikun's heart was full of alarm bells, and he retreated a few levels before avoiding it, "I'll pick up Shen Yan."

After all, he lifted the juice in his hand, looked up eagerly, "Xiaobao."

Shen Yan stepped forward.

Zhou Xiya knew that the two of them had a good relationship, and she was too happy to forget about it just now, but now she realized that she was acting affectionate, she bit her lower lip until her cheeks flushed with shame, she wished she could find a crack in the ground, and stammered: "Then, Then I'll go first!"

Song Qikun pressed his back against the wall to make way, "Okay."

The sound of chaotic footsteps gradually faded away and disappeared completely. Shen Yan walked up to him, took two sips of fruit juice to quench his thirst, his eyes were like half-melted ice, revealing a hazy coldness.

Acting first is the best, Song Qikun stretched out his arms to hug him, buried his face in his neck and sniffed, "Xiaobao, do you smell anything?"

Shen Yan took another sip of the juice, and replied, "The taste of mango."

He looked down at Song Qikun's sweaty neck, and added, "You smell of sweat."

Song Qikun: "..."

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There are thousands of beauties in the world, but you are the only one I love. ——A line in the song "Farewell My Concubine" by Tu Honggang.

28. Restart

After the rehearsal, there are classes that need to use the rehearsal room. The group first went to the supermarket to buy some snacks and drinks, and then went to the training building in a mighty way. When they went downstairs, the laughter could be heard clearly even on the fourth floor. Echoes echoed in the empty corridor.

Song Qikun let go of Shen Yan when he heard the movement, pinched his face helplessly, then lowered his head and took a sip of juice, "Let's go."

Shen Yan took two steps to the left, stood next to him, and said, "Wait."

Passing by the crowd, the surrounding air became scorching hot in a short time, like a gust of wind blowing, mixed with the smell of ice cream and soda, a faint smell of sweat, and the dry smell of sunshine and dust.

Song Qikun touched his nose and couldn't help but lift half of his neckline to sniff.

It seems to have a little taste.

At this moment, Shen Yan hugged him up again, pushing him against the wall with some strength, followed by a kiss.

Song Qikun's pupils trembled. In the public area, the correct reaction was to push people away, but he instinctively tightened his arms and hugged him back. He looked up in horror, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

The group of people had already gone upstairs, leaving only sparse echoes.

Shen Yan continued to kiss.

Song Qikun was dying and said vaguely, "Yes, there are cameras."

Shen Yan raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Song Qikun: "..."

The dust floats in the light, the stairs distort the embracing shadows, the heat is transmitted unreservedly, and the two breaths are intimately entangled.

Shen Yanrou kissed him slowly, fully controlling the initiative, left a very shallow tooth mark with his lips in his mouth, and said softly: "Mine."

The scent of mango lingers in the nostrils. When the four lips are pressed together, they are dyed with the coolness of the ice juice, and they gradually become hot after they are separated.With the palm covering his eyes withdrawn, Song Qikun forgot to blink, and the man repeated it again in a low voice.

"mine."

People's emotions are the hardest to control, and he knows in his heart that Song Qikun