After the rain

Bell bed struggled to get up to find Shen Yan.

He was in the living room, half of his body was blocked by the gift bags piled up on the sofa and the bouquet of huge roses. He was still wearing pajamas, sitting on the ground with his back to the bedroom door, and was burying himself in unwrapping the gifts he received last night. Prominent, the whole person is too thin.

Song Qikun watched quietly for a moment, not disturbing him for the time being, turned around and went to the bathroom to wash up, his footsteps were very light, and there was almost no movement of opening and closing the door.

There are glasses and an unopened toothbrush on the sink, and a small brand new towel folded into a square and placed on the mouth of the cup.

Song Qikun quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face, the drowsiness of getting up in the morning was dispelled, and his energy rose.

Shen Yan put all his heart and soul into the happiness of unwrapping the gift, and his movements were extremely cautious. He took it out and looked at it carefully, and then put it back intact, as if he was treating some rare treasure.

Song Qikun approached quietly, his eyes fell on the picture frame in his hand, his pupils narrowed slightly, and a cluster of bright lights burst out.

It was a realistic full-body watercolor portrait. The boy in the painting was wearing a loose white shirt and black trousers. He had a slender figure with excellent proportions. His shoulders were straight and smooth. He was clearly skinny but not weak.

His hair was short, his face was clear and three-dimensional, and he wore thin silver-rimmed glasses. The indifference between his brows was deliberately lightened. A few rays of light golden morning light slanted behind him, and the clean and gentle boy appeared vividly on the paper.

This painting is made by Liu Xinrong, and a very chic "liu" is written in pencil in the lower right corner of the drawing paper.

"So handsome." Song Qikun sat down next to him, put his arms around his waist and shoulders naturally, and stared intently at the person in the painting, "Xiaobao, did you wear this suit?"

Shen Yan squinted at him.

Song Qikun looked back, his eyes still glanced at the painting from time to time.

Shen Yan flipped the painting 90° and didn't show it to him.

Song Qikun couldn't help laughing, leaned on his shoulder and smiled for a while, then cleared his throat and called out: "Baby."

"En." Satisfied, Shen Yan straightened the painting again and said, "Put it on during the National Day."

Song Qikun blinked, his eyes were clear, "It looks good."

Shen Yan tilted his head to look at him, raised his brows slightly, and suddenly leaned close to kiss him, rubbing the tip of his nose, and joked solemnly: "You are so sweet."

After speaking, he couldn't help laughing first.

He has exquisite facial features, double eyelids, high and straight nose bridge, and thin lips. He has an alienated appearance, and he often has a cold face. The first impression he gives is gloomy, and then he is difficult to get along with.

But once he laughed, it was as if a vast ray of light spread across the sky, making it impossible to look away.

"Tsk." Song Qikun's throat was itchy, and he held his face and kissed him, "Smile so pretty, seduce me."

"No." Shen Yan put the painting on the coffee table, freed his arms to hug him, raised his face and smiled and let him kiss him, "It's because you have poor concentration, and you still rely on me."

It's okay for Song Qikun to be unreasonable, but he even bit people: "It's up to you."

Shen Yan let out a soft hum from his nasal cavity, half-closed his eyes and accepted a long good morning kiss with him, and when they parted, he even twitched the corners of his lips, his deep voice softened, as if he was a little embarrassed, listening It sounds like a baby, "I like that set of clay dolls, thank you."

His appearance is really indescribably well-behaved. Song Qikun felt a tiny electric current start from the heart and quickly flow to the limbs and bones, crackling and exploding a road of small sparks. The bones of the whole body softened inch by inch, the meridians were slightly hot, and the whole figure seemed to be falling apart. Into the warm honey pot, wrapped in a rich sweet aroma, dizzy, jumping and jumping can't tell the north, south, east, and west.

"You're welcome, as long as you like it."

That was another gift besides the roses—six Q-version dolls were kneaded according to their appearance, two single models and four double models. Each one is so vivid that it is hard to put it down.

After unpacking the remaining presents one by one, Shen Yan moved a rectangular glass jar filled with a third of water, and arranged for Song Qikun to put roses in it, while he went to the kitchen to cook two bowls of noodles.

After breakfast, Song Qikun went home to change clothes, Shen Yan tidied up the kitchen and living room, prepared cat food and purified water for the sleeping soundly milk tea in advance, changed his clothes and waited to go out, but someone was better at slowing down than him. It took a while to get it right, and when I got close, I could smell a faint milky fragrance.

Shen Yan glanced at his schoolbag, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

The outdoor temperature is very low, there are few people on the street, the cold wind sometimes rushes and sometimes slows down, and the fallen leaves are flying and circling.

The sky above the head is clear and flawless, the color is a gradual blue, the far edge where the eyes can see is blue and white, and a faint yellow line emerges from the bottom, which is the precursor of the rising sun.

35. Winter

The morning sun is thin and warm, and the morning is cold and sparse.

Shouts resounded through the sky one after another. The young man walked like flying with the wind blowing under his feet, and his young body was like an arrow off the string. He flew across the established runway and handed the baton to the next relay team member.

The rapid breathing turned into white mist, melted into the cold air of early winter, and condensed into a strong enthusiasm.

After the 4×300m relay race, there were several interesting group events. Teachers and students formed teams to compete on the same stage.

The sun quietly rose to mid-air, and at [-] o'clock in the morning, all the teachers and students of the school lined up to hold the closing ceremony.

The 46th Autumn Sports Meeting of Wenheng No. [-] Middle School has come to a successful conclusion.

The afternoon is used for rest, and at night I have to calm down and return to the ocean of knowledge.

The class meeting was held for half a period of evening self-study. Apart from the brief summary of the sports meeting, the rest of the time Song Ye was emphasizing the issue of abiding by school discipline and rules, especially the phenomenon of "flying over the wall" that has frequently appeared recently. He repeatedly reminded the resident students to It is extremely unwise to go in and out of the school through formal procedures and commit crimes against the wind.

Duan Zheng covered his face with a book and smiled meanly.

He used his own power to spread the shocking and safe experience of climbing over the wall last night to everyone, and he heard that many unlucky people were captured. Beat him up beyond recognition.

When the flag was raised on Monday, the director of the Moral Education Department walked onto the stage aggressively with a stack of disciplinary notices in his hand. His already powerful voice was buoyed up by the loudspeaker equipment. The ears of the people were devastated.

"Some students who have not been caught should not be complacent, take care of your brains and legs, don't take chances, and abide by the school's rules and regulations..."

"Please stop talking." Duan Zheng covered his ears unbearably, his brows were knotted, and his head was buzzing.

Xie Junwen glanced at him, reached into his pocket to get something, and stretched out his fist in front of him.

"?" Duan Zheng was full of doubts.

Xie Junwen looked calm, and spread out his palm, on which lay two bluetooth earphones.

Duan Zheng's eyes shot out, he quickly grabbed the earphones and plugged them into his ears, glanced back at Song Ye who was standing not far away, and asked in a low voice, "Did you bring your mobile phone?"

Xie Junwen raised his eyebrows as an answer, then avoided his gaze and looked at the bright forehead of the director of the Moral Education Department, his shoulders tilted slightly inadvertently.

"I fucking love you to death." Duan Zheng fiddled with the earphones, leaned over and bumped him on the shoulder.

Xie Junwen lowered his eyelashes to cover up the strange color in his eyes, pursed his lips and made a cautious swallowing movement, held his breath and stood still for a moment, then raised his hand and touched his earlobe uncomfortably.

Fortunately, it's not very hot, so you shouldn't be able to see anything.

Then, he heard—

"Brother Shen, do you want to listen to music? Give you an earphone."

Xie Junwen: "..."

damn it.

The teachers in charge of each class intend to make up for the delayed content during the sports meeting. This week's course progress has been significantly accelerated, and the assigned learning tasks have become more and more onerous.

In addition, there will be a midterm exam at the end of this month, and the scope of the exam will cover all the content they have learned in the past half semester, and it is relatively comprehensive. They plan to set aside a week to lead the class to review and prepare for the exam.

As a result, the time that students can relax their brains and rest all day long is probably sleep, but in their dreams, they are often disturbed by dense knowledge points, making it difficult to sleep well.

After winter, the temperature went from bad to worse, and the ginkgo biloba at the school gate unknowingly lost all its leaves, leaving only bare branches trembling in the cold wind.

The clothes Shen Xin bought arrived within a few days.Two cardboard boxes, one big and one small, the big one is stuffed with seasonal clothes, shoes and socks, and all kinds of thermal equipment; the other one is filled with half a box of warm stickers, some commonly used medicines, and one... …the foot bath.

Shen Yan: "..."

He took a photo and sent it to Shen Xin, with a question mark attached.

Shen Xin replied with a screenshot of the webpage, which introduced in detail the benefits of soaking feet to the body.

Shen Xin: [Strike the point! !Remember to use the matching Chinese medicine bag, don’t be too troublesome, if you let me know that you throw the foot bath bucket in the corner to eat ashes, you will be finished! ]

Shen Xin: [Last winter you just didn't listen to me and caught three colds a month! ]

Shen Xin: [Threat.jpg]

Shen Xin: [I hope that student Shen Yan will take this as a warning!Have a safe winter! ! ]

Shen Yan: "..."

He does not participate in inter-class exercises, and he basically does not exercise. His body resistance is weak and he is prone to colds. During the review week, he coughed for several days, his head ached, and his eyelids were always drooping and listless in class.

However, you should not relax when the exam is approaching, and you can take this opportunity to consolidate the content that was left behind if you did not listen carefully to the class before.

He endured the discomfort and braced himself to keep up with the teacher's review rhythm, but his brain's reaction was much slower than usual. It took more time and energy to remember the knowledge points that could be memorized once, and sometimes he even had to stay up late to read books, so at night I can't rest well, I feel