After the rain

There is nothing wrong with the other party, but it still feels uncomfortable.

With such a domineering mouth and such a strong movement, but blindly drooping his eyelashes, he dare not look at others.

Song Qikun's heart was sore, he grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles, and then pressed it against his chest, "Well, yours."

Shen Yan raised his eyes and stared at him intently. The dark pupils reflected the smile, which was warm and clear, and directly reflected deep in his heart.

He kissed her again, and the panic and uneasiness dissipated in the intimacy between lips and teeth.

Song Qikun allowed himself to kiss him for a while, pecked at the end of his eyes while taking a breath, and panted softly: "Go back and kiss again, let you kiss enough."

In broad daylight, someone may pass by at any time, and it will be bad if they are accidentally seen.

Kissing is not enough, Shen Yan thought to himself.

He is getting greedy.

Autumn completely dyes the ginkgo yellow, and the leaves that occasionally fall from the branches dance with the autumn wind. The golden leaves lay a natural carpet, which is brighter than the sun.

Song Qikun cleaned up the leaves in the basket, pulled the candid cameraman beside him with his backhand and half embraced him, turned the camera to the front, and clicked to shoot neatly.

Two faces squeezed into the small screen, Shen Yan was stunned, and Song Qikun smiled.

"Take another picture." Song Qikun zoomed out and scratched Shen Yan's jaw twice, "Smile."

Shen Yan curled the corner of his mouth.

Song Qikun was overjoyed, "It's too fake, be more natural!"

"..."

"Hey, look at me, don't look at the camera."

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As the calendar keeps turning backwards, the temperature difference between day and night is widening day by day. In the morning and night, you have to fold sweaters and coats, but you still need to wear a thin short-sleeved blower fan during the day.

Duan Zheng used the answer sheets to make a folding fan, and fanned it casually while listening to Xie Junwen's lecture.

The sun had already set, and the faint crimson afterglow lingered in the sky, and the howling autumn wind forced the temperature to drop rapidly.

With the cool wind blowing into the collar, Xie Junwen pulled up the zipper of the school uniform calmly, "Got it?"

Duan Zheng nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and gave a thumbs up, "Yeah, thank you boss, boss is awesome."

Xie Junwen: "...You're welcome."

The October monthly exam will be ushered in a week later. According to the kind reminders from the teachers of each subject, the questions for this monthly exam will be more difficult, so let them prepare well so that they will not be caught off guard by the difficulty of the exam papers then.

After Shen Yan went through the knowledge points that he had missed, he took the sports meeting order book from the students in the neighboring group, and wrote down the time of several important competitions. After thinking about it, he took pictures with his mobile phone one by one.

"What are you shooting?" Duan Zheng glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, turned back and asked curiously.

Shen Yan said, "Competition time."

"Second year men's group..." Duan Zheng turned his head to look, and muttered, "It's better than jumping in the afternoon on the [-]th."

The sports meeting will last for three and a half days, from Thursday to Sunday morning, and the art festival on Saturday night, the school has already set up a stage in the playground.

"Eh?" Duan Zheng suddenly shifted his focus inexplicably, his eyes narrowed and his smile was ambiguous, "Brother Shen, why is your mouth broken?"

Shen Yan froze when he licked his lips.

"Hey." Duan Zheng winked and said meanly, "Is it okay?"

Shen Yan pushed the order book to him, and responded coldly: "Yes."

After a slight pause, he added, "Don't spread the word."

"I promise not to spread the word!" Duan Zheng nodded like a chick pecking at rice, thinking to himself that this would be too intense, and he was extremely curious, "Give me an introduction someday?"

Shen Yan pushed his glasses, his eyes were cold, "My... why did I introduce it to you?"

Duan Zheng: "..." Wait, this direction is not quite right.

"Huh?" The tone was extremely dangerous.

"No, I mean to get to know each other! The heavens are proof that the sun and the moon can learn from each other, I have no other meaning!"

Xie Junwen didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement, so he added fuel to the fire and said firmly: "He means to pry into your corner."

Duan Zheng grinned and pinched his neck, "You fucking shut up! Stop slandering me!"

Xie Junwen screamed half-truthfully, "Killed... Help!"

Duan Zheng smiled darkly, "Are you human?"

"..."

Shen Yan lowered his head and chuckled, and pulled the cut on his lips, his expression changed slightly, and he licked reflexively.

It was agreed to let him kiss enough, but a certain person turned against the customer halfway and pushed him on the sofa to attack clumsily.

He had clearly kissed so many times, Song Qikun's bad habit of biting people just couldn't get rid of, and he couldn't feel any progress at all, without any rules.

Song Qikun was also very guilty about biting her boyfriend's lip. When he got home at night, he squeezed into the entrance, turned on the light and looked at it under the cold light, "Let me see, does it still hurt?"

"It hurts." Shen Yan hugged him.

"I'm sorry." Song Qikun kissed him on the face, his brows were soft, and his voice was drawn out to be obedient, "I was wrong, I don't dare to do it again."

Shen Yan couldn't imitate his coquettish tone, so he suppressed his laughter and said, "You said the same thing two days ago."

"..." Song Qikun was so ashamed that his ears couldn't stop burning, and he could faintly see red under the light.He put three fingers together, with a firm expression on his face, "I reflect on myself, I swear, I will practice harder in the future, and I will never make similar mistakes again."

Shen Yan held the oath on his fingertips, "How to practice? With whom?"

"……and you."

"Then you will still bite me." Shen Yan calmly concluded.

Song Qikun was instantly discouraged, rubbed his forehead against his shoulder, and then put his chin on his shoulder to pretend to be dead.

Shen Yan brushed his hair with his hands, messed it up and then smoothed it, enjoying it over and over again.

Milk Tea, who ran out to greet them as soon as they entered the door, but was ignored, squatted on the entrance cabinet, licking his paws and silently watching the two fall in love.

The long quiet hug made the air warm, the side of the neck was suddenly covered with warmth, a small piece of skin was licked and bitten in his mouth, Shen Yan was startled, and put his palm on the back of the neck of the person in his arms, silently pampering.

Song Qikun made two fresh imprints, light red, where the collar could cover them.He touched it with a lot of interest, his voice was low and hoarse, "I will practice like this from now on."

"You bit your teeth fourteen times." Shen Yan said.

Song Qikun: "..."

When Zhou Xiya met Shen Yan for the second time, she felt that this person seemed to be more difficult to get along with for no reason, and she refused to even give her a look.

After checking their week's practice results, Teacher Sun nodded and applauded with satisfaction, and praised: "It's great. Try to maintain this state on the day of the opening ceremony, don't be nervous."

Zhou Xiya breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Teacher, are there any dress requirements?"

"Just wear the school uniform." The exam is coming tomorrow, and Teacher Sun has no intention of occupying their review time. "At eight o'clock on Thursday morning, I will wait for you at the rostrum. Don't forget to take the manuscript."

The two said, "Okay."

"Then let's do this first, take the exam tomorrow."

The rehearsal on the playground was in full swing, and the colorful flags surrounding the array were dazzling and fluttering in the wind.

Crowds gathered on the plastic track, and the classes lined up neatly, looking like extremely regular squares from a distance.When the previous class was about to pass the rostrum, the latter class began to move.

The distance between the waiting classes was very close, and Class 17 was followed by Class [-] Wen ([-]), Song Qikun chatted with Duan Zheng while holding the class card, distractedly noticing the figure walking slowly down the [-]-step ladder outside the arena, His eyes lit up.

Duan Zheng followed his gaze and saw Shen Yan, and he looked up to the sky and lamented in disbelief, "No way! Brother Shen and the others are over, we didn't finish the first time!"

Shen Yan didn't get too close, he took out his glasses from his pocket and put them on, the slightly blurry world in his eyes suddenly became clear, he saw clearly that the person waving at him was Duan Zheng, and the person holding the signboard with a smile was Song Qikun.

He habitually took out his mobile phone to take pictures, but the effect was not very good due to the distance limitation and the surrounding green network.

A WeChat message notification pops up at the top of the interface.

Duan Zheng: [Brother Shen, Brother Song asked you to go back to class to review, and I will go to you when it's over. ]

Duan Zheng: [He said that there are fruits and snacks in his schoolbag, and he asked you to get them. ]

Shen Yan: [Yes. ]

Duan Zheng: [He also said that if you watch the rehearsal, you can go to the door next to the rostrum, which has a good view. ]

Shen Yan: [Yes. ]

Duan Zheng: [We will be in our class soon, I will withdraw first. ]

Shen Yan: [OK. ]

In a few words, the two classes turned the corner, and only the tail of the class could be seen.

Shen Yan recorded a short video and sent it to one of the top contacts.

It took more than ten minutes to return there, and I was so disgusted: what scumbag pixels, the phone should be replaced.

Before Shen Yan could think of a reply, he dialed the phone over there, and the first sentence made people have the urge to cut off immediately.

"Is it going to rain red today? You actually took the initiative to send me a message."

Shen Yan: "What are you doing?"

There was a crackling sound of typing on the keyboard from the receiver, Shen Xin said: "Work hard and earn money to support you."

"..." Shen Yan: "We will have a sports meeting on the [-]th."

Shen Xin paused, his tone changed slightly: "I'm sorry, brother can't go."

"The official account has a live broadcast." Shen Yan looked up at the cloudless sky and said, "I will read the commentary on the rostrum on the day of the opening ceremony."

"I will definitely watch it!"

"Brother, I'm moving forward."

After the voice-changing period, Shen Yan's voice sank a few degrees, and his personality caused him to speak without emotion, with a cold and flat tone. Coupled with that stone tablet face, his sense of intimacy was negative.

In the year when Shen Xin first tried to get closer to him, his patience was ground into fine needles, and the sharp ends hurt each other, and later it slowly turned into running water, gently flowing over those wounds, but it could only relieve the pain, never heal it. .

Shen Yan is like a runner who fell down in a running race. You can wait for him, accompany him, and support him, but you can't replace him.

The person who crosses the finish line must be himself.

But he fell so badly that it took him just to stand up.