After the rain

food. "

My voice is hoarse.

Song Qikun was angry and funny, and even more worried, and now he regretted not stopping him just now.

Tang Chen stretched his neck to watch the excitement, and laughed and teased heartlessly, "Oh, oh, tears are falling! Kun'er, catch it!"

After drinking a bottle and a half of soy milk, the spicy solution was [-]% relieved and the stomach was [-]% full. Shen Yan couldn't help Song Qikun's persuasion and ate a few more balls. After resting his chopsticks, he was in a daze with the sugar Liu Xinrong gave him.

Song Qikun showed concern, took his hand on his lap, squeezed his fingertips and quickly retracted, "Is it still spicy?"

After the hotness passed, it was replaced by an indescribable feeling of emptiness and erratic feeling. Drinking too much soy milk made my stomach feel uncomfortable. Shen Yan was feeling bored, so he casually made a mouth shape.

hug.

Song Qikun smiled lowly, did not speak again, and cleaned up the remaining vegetables in the mushroom soup.

The goose feather snow lasted for two days, and reduced to intermittent sleet in the next few days. No matter how thick the clothes were, they could not resist the cold air. Until the winter solstice day, a little rain fell in the morning, and the thick dark clouds gradually dispersed. The sun cleared, revealing the blue sky that had not been seen for many days, and the temperature also picked up slightly.

Affected by the weather, No. [-] Middle School stopped exercises between classes during this period. The students wrapped their thick coats in the classroom and studied hard every day. Frozen.

Sunny days are rare, and the physical education teacher enthusiastically organizes the classes that have physical education classes in the afternoon to clean up the snow on the playground. The predecessors plant trees and the descendants enjoy the shade. When it is Song Qikun's turn, just use them.

Before free activities, you should jog for two laps to warm up. Some boys with high energy run wildly. After completing the task, they go to the equipment room to get sports equipment.

The Sports Committee took a standard stance and shot a super long three-pointer. He missed it and hit the rim and bounced it back into his hand. Seeing Song Qikun holding the ball and walking straight towards the next court, he asked in confusion, "Where are you going? Don't play with us." ah?"

"You guys play." Song Qikun pointed in the direction and said, "I'll teach my friend how to shoot."

"What?" The Sports Committee casually tossed it absent-mindedly, throwing a ball that didn't matter.

He followed up with one hand on his hip for two steps, watching Song Qikun walk to the most side field, stand still at the free throw line, and hook the boy who was leaning against the basketball hoop.

The sports committee almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, and the soul of gossip shattered into slag in an instant.

Fortunately, he thought that Song Qikun valued sex over friends, and abandoned his brothers to pick up school girls.

In name, it was basketball teaching, but in fact it was just to help Shen Yan exercise his body and relax his mind. He didn't pay attention to whether his shooting posture was standard or not, so he was allowed to shoot at will.

Song Qikun was originally in charge of picking up the ball, but later he became playful, blocking him like an eagle catching a chick and refusing to let him easily throw the ball.

Where is Shen Yan's opponent, he can't break through after exhausting all the tricks, holding the ball tightly to prevent being robbed.

He was having fun, and couldn't help but smile and rolled his eyes. The little crescent moon was covered by feather fan-like eyelashes, and occasionally tiny rays of light came out, shaking people's hearts.

"You get out of the way."

Song Qikun swallowed quietly, opened his arms and took another step closer, almost pulling him into his arms, smiling like a hooligan, "Don't let me go."

That being said, he was still allowed to vote in the end.

Shen Yan's strength was gone, the ball failed to hit the board, and bounced and rolled away after landing.

Song Qikun worked tirelessly to catch up and pick it up. When turning back, there was a football rolling towards this side diagonally. Duan Zheng waved wildly in the distance and shouted: "Brother Song!"

Song Qikun made a run-up, the steps were accurately estimated, and the back swing of his right calf instantly exerted force, the movement was clean and neat, and the posture was perfect. Unexpectedly, the direction was outrageous, the football tore through the cold air, and was forced to run to another distant place.

"..."

Duan Zheng: "??"

Shen Yan, who witnessed everything, laughed like crazy, and was scratched and tickled by Song Qikun, who became angry from embarrassment, and even touched his face with dirty hands.

Wen Heng has a custom of eating dumplings during the winter solstice. Wang Zhiyun and Song Ye went home to make dumplings immediately after class.

When Song Qikun arrived home, the dumplings were almost ready to be cooked. Wang Zhiyun turned out of the kitchen when he heard the door open, glanced behind him several times, but he couldn't see anyone, so he couldn't help but wondered: "Where is Shen Yan? You didn't ask him to come?" Do we eat dumplings?"

Song Qikun explained: "I have an appointment, but he wants to go back and take a shower first. Are the dumplings cooked?"

Wang Zhiyun compared a number, "5 minutes."

"Then I'll take a shower first." Song Qikun went back to the room to get a change of clothes, with the wind on his feet, he hurried into the bathroom.

He took a quick shower, only brushed his hair twice casually, and the ends of his hair were still dripping. As soon as he walked into the living room, Wang Zhiyun stopped him and dried his hair under his supervision.

There was a large temperature difference between indoor and outdoor, and the cold wind was raging in the corridor. Song Qikun shivered unconsciously, wrapped up the down jacket he had put on temporarily, stepped across the corridor in two steps, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Counting silently to ten, the door in front of him opened, and he rushed forward like a burglar, pulled off his down jacket and hugged the person who opened the door.

Shen Yan was thrown back two steps, and then hugged back by the wrapped arms, with question marks all over his head: "??"

Song Qikun was in a happy mood, "I caught you!"

Shen Yan raised his foot to cover the door, "So?"

"Catch him home!" Song Qikun took off his down jacket and put it on him, moved behind his back and pushed him out, "Let's go, let's eat dumplings!"

38. Fireworks

Wenheng's winter has always been harsh and unbearable, the north wind is wild and brutal, and the only warmth of the sun is torn to pieces, leaving only a bright and bright appearance, no matter how long it is in the sun, it will not warm up.

No. [-] Middle School took the last monthly exam of this semester just before New Year's Day. After the exam on Thursday afternoon, it will be closed immediately, and it will be closed on Friday night.

On New Year's Eve, the district government and a certain brand company held a New Year's Eve event in Xijiao Square, and a fireworks show was arranged across the landscape river at zero o'clock.

Song Qikun and Shen Yan couldn't wait to run to join in the fun after dinner, which was considered a serious date.

It was freezing cold outside, and both of them were fully armed.

Shen Yan was dressed in black. He was tall, and the thick down feathers covered up his thinness, making him look even taller.

He wears a baseball cap, the brim of which is not pulled as low as before, and his eyebrows can be seen.His facial features are exquisite and three-dimensional, his eyebrows and eyelashes are thick and dark, matching his fair complexion, like a person in a painting with exquisite brushwork.

Song Qikun blocked the door and looked at him. The more he looked, the more satisfied he was. He hugged him and kissed him resoundingly on the cheek. He smiled and said, "My boyfriend is so handsome."

Shen Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a serious look: "My boyfriend is more handsome."

Song Qikun was thin-skinned and couldn't help boasting, but he was very grateful in his heart, coughed low to cover up, and smiled away.

They walked to a nearby bus station and took bus No. 65 to Xijiao Plaza.

The New Year's Eve party started at 08:30, and it was only after seven o'clock, but the square was already crowded with people.All kinds of vendors seized the business opportunity and set up stalls along the edge of the square to set up a solitaire. They circled twice and built a temporary night market.

They first visited the ice sculpture exhibition in the southeast corner, experienced the 30-meter-long ice ladder, took photos with each exquisite artwork, watched a group of children imitating the classic clips in the animation in the dreamy and magnificent magic castle, and finally hid in the pumpkin There was a brief, cold kiss on the back of the carriage.

Shen Yan's cheeks and nose were reddish from the cold, his eyes were as bright as stars, as if he contained thousands of beauties in this world, but when he looked closely, there was only one clear figure.

He hooked Song Qikun's little finger, and smiled brightly in the other's burning eyes.

Song Qikun laughed unconsciously, and couldn't remember how many times this was the first time his heart beat tonight.

After walking around the exhibition area, it was already dark, and the stars and the moon were not seen when I looked up

The square was more lively and crowded than when we came here. The stage in the middle was surrounded by crowds, and the distance with a wider view was also full of people. Looking around, it was a dark, boiling place in the winter night.

The show couldn't be finished, so they chose to go to the night market.

However, the crowdedness of the night market is also prohibitive. Pedestrians are packed shoulder to shoulder, like a long dragon in prison, almost unable to move an inch.

"Want to go shopping?" Song Qikun asked.

Shen Yan shook his head, "Let's go elsewhere."

They walked as loose as possible, slowly descending the scenic riverside, crossed the West Bridge to the other side of the river, the cold wind blowing against their faces, and the air instantly became several degrees fresher.

Song Qikun took out his mobile phone to check the time, a series of software notifications came into view on the screen, and there were two missed calls from Tang Chen.

He called back, and it was connected quickly there.

Tang Chen raised his voice loudly, his voice was like a bell: "Kun'er! Are you here at Xijiao Plaza?"

Shen Yan tilted his head and glanced.

The eardrums hurt, Song Qikun frowned, and pulled the phone away, "Well, it's here."

It's relatively deserted here, the cobblestone road can't be seen at a glance, the mottled tree shadows swallow up most of the light, and there are no people on the road.

He held Shen Yan's hand.

I couldn't feel each other's temperature through the gloves, but the two hearts were close at once.

The other end of the phone was very noisy, Tang Chen couldn't hear clearly, and the voice was even louder: "What are you talking about?!"

Song Qikun approached the microphone, raised the volume and said, "We are in Xijiao Square, where are you?"

"I'm also in Xijiao Plaza! And Liu Xinrong! We're shopping at the night market here! Let's celebrate New Year's Eve together later!"

Song Qikun didn't agree immediately, but looked at Shen Yan.

Shen Yan nodded.

"Okay, where do we meet?"

Tang Chen: "Noodles? I haven't seen anyone selling noodles! There are fried noodles!"

"..." Song Qikun laughed and repeated patiently: "I asked where to meet!"

Tang Chen heard it clearly this time, and after enjoying himself for a long time, he said, "Tail No. [-]! Is it done?"

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