After the rain

Be a good guy or a bad guy.

They look at facial expressions and listen to voices.

If you smile at him and speak softly, he will think that you have no malice and that you are a good person.

vice versa.

When I met Shen Yan in the corridor in the afternoon, the other party was wearing a hat and couldn't see his face clearly, and his emotions could hardly be seen through his body movements.

As for Shen Yan's appearance just now, he didn't look friendly at all.

His expressionless face even made people think that he was impatient.

Not to mention Rourou, even Song Qikun felt a little uncomfortable.

Across the door, Shen Yan quietly listened to the conversation outside the door, his voice was very vague but he could barely hear the content.

His blood seemed to cool down, and he let go of the doorknob.

Around ten o'clock, everyone dispersed one after another.

Song Qikun's class tomorrow is in the morning, so he went to bed early.

Wang Zhiyun had the habit of reading a few pages of books before going to bed, but he couldn't read them tonight, and didn't turn the pages for a long time.

Song Ye shook his hand in front of her eyes, and asked with concern, "What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No." Wang Zhiyun simply closed the book and put it aside, leaned closer to Song Ye, and said, "I just care..."

"Ok?"

Wang Zhiyun frowned and said, "I saw the kid at the opposite door today, and I feel a little strange."

Song Ye held her hand, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb, "Well, what's the matter?"

"I took a look at him, tsk." Wang Zhiyun was slightly confused, trying to describe what he was thinking, "How should I put it, I feel that he is tense and very uncomfortable, like a student who cheated on an exam, Listening to the six directions and watching all directions, any slight disturbance of the invigilator can attract their attention, and there is a feeling of being overwhelmed."

The spirit is highly nervous, and he thinks he has insight into everything, but it is actually easier to show his feet.

Hearing what she said, Song Ye recalled the situation he met that day.

He was learning how to make tea recently, and when he went out for a training class, he saw a boy standing by the window at the end of the corridor, sideways, with one hand on the window frame, motionless like a sculpture.

As if sensing someone, he tilted his head.

Song Ye was slightly taken aback.

I don't know if it was because of the backlight, but there was nothing in those dark eyes, calm and empty, like a pool of stagnant water.

But it was only for a moment, because the other party quickly turned back, and Song Ye was not sure if he had read it wrong.

"He just moved here, and he's not familiar with the place of his life." Song Ye said, "It may be better after a while."

Wang Zhiyun thought a lot, and guessed: "I think he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he didn't see his parents. Could it be that he ran out because of conflicts with his family?"

Song Ye shook his head and said, "It's not like, with so much furniture and luggage, it should be because the family agreed that he would come out and live."

"How can you rest assured that he will live alone." Wang Zhiyun was puzzled, and said helplessly, "Oh, I have an occupational disease, and I like to meddle in my own business."

She has taught for more than ten years, and has been a class teacher for [-] years. She has met all kinds of problem students, and she has dealt with many things, and she becomes worried and cranky.

Children of this age grow up and become sensible, but they are often powerless about many things, so it is easy to get confused and get stuck.

Growing up makes them sensible, but age restricts them to a fixed framework.

Shoulders are not broad enough to carry the sky in my heart.

Song Ye patted the back of her hand and comforted her softly: "Don't worry too much, we live so close, we can see each other when we look up, and we can slowly understand."

"That's right." Wang Zhiyun thought about it and felt it made sense.

The weather has been fine recently, and Song Qikun got up for a morning run as usual, and couldn't help slowing down as he passed through the atrium of the community.

The small square is clean and empty, and the sound of toy wheels rubbing against the ground is particularly obvious.

The bright-colored fat orange ran after the palm-sized toy car, trying to hold it down with its paws, but its overly round body hindered its movement, and its short legs couldn't support it, and it almost came to a face brake.

"Meow!"

Milk Tea let out a cry of dissatisfaction, and lay half-lying on the ground, refusing to move.

The toy car that ran out for a while came back and circled around it.

The small colored flags on the roof swayed and fluttered in the wind, looking like a show of strength.

Milk tea stared at it closely, and when it was turning to slow down, it suddenly pounced, hugged the toy car completely, and pressed it under its belly.

The soft flagpole of the small bunting was directly bent.

The toy car rattled futilely for a while, then eventually stopped working.

Shen Yan walked over, pulled out the toy car, and pressed the remote control handle again.

No response.

crushed.

"Stop the dried fish for three days." Shen Yan's voice was light.

"Meow—" Milk Tea protested, pawing heavily with its paws to prove that the toy car was not broken.

Due to force and inertia, the toy car slides far away.

Milk Tea glanced at the runaway toy car, turned around and rubbed against Shen Yan's calf, stretched his neck and yelled, as if to say: "Look, it's not broken!"

"One week." Shen Yan bypassed it and slowly went to pick up the toy car.

Milk Tea's shamelessness was changed to cuteness, and she followed behind step by step, screaming softly one after another.

But Shen Yan didn't like this and ignored it.

The milk tea stopped, squatting there and screaming pitifully, with a little temper in the grievance.

Shen Yan didn't even look back.

He picked up the toy car stuck next to the steps, turned around and waved towards the milk tea.

"Meow~" The milk tea, who was still in a temper tantrum, ran over.

Shen Yan picked it up, pinched the nape of its neck, "Three days."

Milk Tea grabbed his shoulders with its chubby front paws, and rubbed its head against his neck with a naive look.

Song Qikun, who was watching the whole process, lost the motivation to run, and the soles of his feet stuck to the floor and could not move an inch.My heart is itchy and my hands are itching, I really want to hug that cute orange cat.

His eyes followed the milk tea all the time, and then watched it get closer and closer.

A few steps away, Shen Yan put down the milk tea and gave it a gentle push.

Milk tea ran towards Song Qikun.

Happiness came so suddenly.

With cat-shaped bubbles in Song Qikun's heart, he knelt down and scratched Milk Tea's chin, then raised his head and greeted Shen Yan, "Good morning."

Shen Yan didn't keep Song Qikun waiting too long, and said softly, "Good morning."

The atmosphere is quite harmonious.

Song Qikun rubbed the belly of the milk tea and asked, "How heavy is it?"

"14 kilograms."

"Oh my god." Song Qikun hugged it before, estimated its weight but it was not so much, "Then is it very edible?"

"It's okay." Shen Yan paused, and added: "Recently, I'm controlling my food intake."

"why?"

"It's not good to be too fat."

I went to the veterinarian last month, and started to plan to lose weight on the same day as the doctor ordered, and now I have lost two catties.

With little success.

But what Shen Yan lacked the most was patience. It was impossible for the meat he had eaten over time to fall off so quickly, so he had to take his time.

"Your body is important." Song Qikun scratched Milk Tea's chin and said, "Be patient about your appetite."

"Meow~" I don't know whether it is approval or protest.

The first ray of sunshine jumped out of the horizon and sprinkled the world with warmth.The sky is orange-red, gradually turning into light gold upwards, meeting the clouds.

Shen extended his hand to touch the sunlight that was close at hand, and opened and closed his five fingers.

He obviously didn't grab anything, but his palm felt faintly hot.

"Shen Yan." Song Qikun called him, "Here's something for you."

Shen Yan spread his hands in doubt.

Song Qikun put the hairball that had just been plucked from Milk Tea's body into his hand, pursed his lips and smiled.

The young man's brows and eyes were stained with a smile, and the soft morning light reflected in his eyes, making his brown pupils clear and bright, like amber.

Shen Yan was stunned, her heart beating lightly.

He read this person's name lightly, and pronounced the words clearly, "Song Qikun."

"Ok?"

Shen Yan squeezed her fingers unconsciously and said, "Are we friends?"

5. Friends

"Song Qikun." The female teacher wearing glasses tapped the blackboard with a large triangle ruler, "Why are you in a daze, haven't you woken up?"

The eyes of the whole class gathered together, Song Qikun came back to his senses, sat up straight and smiled shyly.

"Brushing your face doesn't work." The female teacher said, "Come on, let me tell you about the third question."

The whole class laughed.

The topic wasn't too difficult. After Song Qikun finished speaking, the female teacher praised him and picked out a few points that he missed to explain.

It was the first time that Song Qikun was called out in public for being distracted in class. Song Qikun's ears felt hot and he concentrated on listening to the class.

In the afternoon, Song Qikun took a group of children to the playground.

This children's playground is indoors, and all the items in it are suitable for children to play.Song Qikun bought tickets for them, gathered everyone together and told them to pay attention to safety and not to play too crazy.

Make sure every child listens to it before he lets them play.

Song Qikun was not interested in these, so he found a place to sit with a wide view.

But I felt bored after sitting for a while, so I went to play with the children.

It was like this for an afternoon.

There are no clouds in the sky, and the layers of orange, yellow, orange and green in the sky are like watercolors smearing through the back of the paper.

Separated from other children at the intersection, Rou Rou and Song Qikun counted the gifts they received, and then said: "The little doll that the neighbor brother gave is exactly the same as his cat."

Song Qikun didn't pay attention to it last night, "Really?"

"En!" Rourou nodded vigorously, "I'll show it to you later."

Turning the corner ahead, the thin figure of the boy came into view.He was sitting on a roadside bench, holding a slender blade of grass in his hand, carelessly teasing the orange cat at his feet.

The orange cat is on all fours, excitedly chasing the blades of grass and rolling all over the ground, so cute and silly.

Song Qikun chuckled, and led Rou Rou, who was also attracted, to walk over, "Shen Yan."

The shout was relatively small, and the first person to respond was actually milk tea, who gave up the blade of grass and turned his head away.