After the rain

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Song Qikun: "Then... good night, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

The half-hidden door was opened, cold wind and lights poured in together, Shen Yan stood in place and watched him enter the house, the soft expression between his brows faded, his eyes became cold and gloomy, brewing a storm.

After closing the door and locking it, Song Qikun leaned against the door panel and sighed wearily.There were vague conversations in the living room, and while he was changing his shoes, he organized the words to explain to his parents later.

Not only the students, but the information network among the teachers is also very smooth. Generally speaking, if something important happens in the school, most teachers will hear about it more or less. Especially if a student makes a mistake, the head teacher will always be straightforward or Mention it cryptically in the class, so that the students in this class can learn from it.

But this time, perhaps it was not long before the incident happened. Song Ye and Wang Zhiyun hadn't heard anything about it yet, and they only asked him a normal question when they saw that he came back late.

Song Qikun felt relieved, smiled and said, "I'm going to have supper with Xiaobao."

Wang Zhiyun nodded: "Go wash and sleep, the milk is in the kitchen."

"Okay, you guys go to bed early too."

Song Qikun went to pour milk to drink first, then took it back to the room and sat down at the desk to brush his phone.As Shen Yan said, many group chats have been discussing this matter, and it has not stopped until now. Many friends in the address book have also sent him messages, saying that they believe in him, those who care about him, and those who are resentful for him. Inquiring about the cause and effect of...

Song Qikun was tired of coping, and felt upset when he saw the content of the chats in the group, so he simply turned off his mobile phone, not seeing what he saw.

He raised his head and drank the milk in one breath. After washing, he lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and deliberately emptied his mind to force himself to fall asleep, but it didn't work. A wave of depression was stuck in his chest, which made it difficult for him to breathe.

He kept hinting to himself in his heart that he should not think wildly and go to bed quickly, but his brain was born to run against it, and he thought about it in a mess. He turned over a few times in agitation, and reached for the phone again. Seeing the time on the screen, he struggled for a while Still sent a message to Shen Yan.

[Baby, I can't sleep. ]

Shen Yan didn't sleep either, and replied in seconds: [Don't think about anything else, just miss me. ]

Song Qikun: [Huh? ]

Shen Yan: [When I have insomnia, I can fall asleep thinking of you, try it. ]

There is still such a thing, Song Qikun's focus has successfully gone astray: [What do you miss about me? ]

Shen Yan: [All. ]

Song Qikun: [Wouldn't it really make me more sober the more I think about it? ]

Shen Yan: [You can try it first, if it doesn't work, I'll find a way. ]

Song Qikun's mind came up with the image of him crouching under the quilt holding his mobile phone and thinking hard. For some reason, he wanted to laugh, and his heart was inexplicably itchy, so he really wanted to hug something.

He typed flirtatiously: [I think it would be more useful to hold you to sleep. ]

Shen Yan took it seriously: [Then I'll go find you?Or are you coming? ]

Song Qikun was overwhelmed by the question, sat up and scratched his hair into a mess, and finally decided to let his actions follow his thoughts: [I'll go! ]

Shen Yan: [OK. ]

After one o'clock in the morning, Song Qikun groped out of the house like a thief and slipped into the opposite door, climbed into Shen Yan's bed, got into the bed and hugged his waist, rubbed his neck and sighed contentedly, softly sighed: "Holding him like this You, it seems that all troubles are gone."

Shen Yan said: "Then I will hug you all the time."

Song Qikun smiled happily, and hugged him tighter, "Go to sleep, you have an exam tomorrow."

"OK, good night."

After a night without dreams, Song Qikun woke up at six o'clock, feeling a little dizzy from lack of sleep, and froze when he touched the warm body in his arms, remembering that he ran over to climb Shen Yan's bed last night because of insomnia.

"Are you awake?" Shen Yan asked.

"Yeah." Song Qikun lazily responded, and couldn't help laughing thinking that he would have to sneak back to his room when his parents weren't looking.

Shen Yan was puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

Song Qikun just woke up, speaking slowly and with an unfinished smile, it sounded like he was being coquettish: "Baby, do you think that our behavior...does it look like cheating?"

They met secretly in the middle of the night. In order not to let others know, they had to separate quickly in the morning, pretending that nothing happened.

Shen Yan: "...Then why don't you get up quickly."

"Kiss me."

"I haven't washed yet."

"I don't dislike it." Song Qikun closed his eyes and hummed.

Shen Yan couldn't help it, and leaned over to kiss his brow, "Is it okay?"

"Resurrection with full blood!" Song Qikun sat up suddenly, lifted the quilt and got off the bed, walked briskly to the door, then suddenly turned back and hugged Shen Yan, who looked dazed, and slapped him on the face, "I'm leaving, wait See you later."

"..."

Shen Yan touched the place where he was kissed and fell into thought.

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Xiaobao (worried): What should I do if my boyfriend wakes up after sleeping and seems to be insane?

47、Conflict

Song Qikun was lucky that his parents were not in the living room when he entered the door, otherwise it would be hard to explain why he came back from outside in pajamas early in the morning.

The sky is still gloomy, with thick fog floating under the clouds, dust and knocked down sprouts piled up on the side of the road, and sanitation workers in brightly colored overalls sweep along the street.

Song Qikun lined up to buy steaming steamed buns, and gave Shen Yan the stuffed red bean paste. The two ate while walking. They finished their breakfast on the way, and walked too slowly and were almost late.

Early reading is Chinese, and the students in the class are more hardworking, and the classroom is full of books before the bell rings.When Song Qikun entered, the sound of reading was suddenly reduced by half. Many people looked at him inquiringly, but he ignored them all. He sat down in his seat calmly, said good morning to Liu Xinrong, took out his Chinese textbook and began to memorize.

Liu Xinrong was in the same exam room as him during the exam. Although she had seen everything, she still chose to believe in him. She really wanted to ask him what was going on and how the school would deal with it, but she was afraid of poking him. The pain, so I endured it and didn't ask.

Zhang Fan in the front seat was also on pins and needles, hesitating to speak countless times during the class break, until Song Qikun was called to the office but he couldn't ask, he was relatively speechless with Liu Xinrong with a bitter face.

The grade director's idea coincided with that of the old class, and he also did not intend to punish Song Qikun. The solution they discussed until midnight last night was declared invalid this morning.

The Moral Education Department already knew about this matter, and swiftly judged that Song Qikun had cheated in the exam. He even prepared a disciplinary announcement and told him to write a [-]-word self-criticism before Sunday. deemed invalid.

There was no room for him to struggle.

Song Qikun was silent for a long time after learning of the result, and then nodded under the worried eyes of the old class and the grade director to express that he could accept it.When he returned to the classroom, he took a few pieces of letterhead and wrote the review by hand. He looked calm and indifferent on the surface, but he was aggrieved and sad inside. After writing two or three lines, he couldn’t continue writing. Go back and copy again at night.

I can't listen to the class, I can't eat well, I am physically and mentally exhausted, I can't do anything energetic, and I haven't laughed much. When I go back to self-study next night and chat with my parents until late at night, all I can get is trust and comfort. Can't change the result.

The test results came out on Friday. Because Song Qikun lacked the most important score in comprehensive literature, he naturally passed the test at the bottom of the class, and his grade ranking also dropped unsightly.

Walking in the school these days, he would always receive veiled or straightforward looks from classmates from other classes, which made him feel thorny and uncomfortable.The way of getting along with the classmates in the class does not seem to have changed much. In front of him, everyone keeps silent about this matter, but there are always some very friendly notes in the textbooks. Some people's handwriting is too recognizable. Yes, he knew who it was at a glance.

Shen Yan has also been with him all the time, this little boring gourd is really not good at words, if he doesn't know what to say, he expresses it with practical actions, hugs and kisses at every turn, secretly stuffs candy into his pocket, Song Qikun can find it out every time he puts it in his pocket A few, he doesn't need to bother about what to eat, it's all up to Shen Yan to make the decision, every meal is not the same, and the taste is also biased toward him.

Only then did Song Qikun realize that Shen Yan had already figured out that he loves spicy food.

Under such gentle and delicate care and care, his mood seemed to be less heavy before he knew it. He was also trying to adjust his mentality, but when he was alone, he still tended to think wildly, especially when he slept at night, his thoughts were like spring water The ground rushed out, and he would lie on the bed and sigh over and over again, always having to toss and turn before he could fall asleep.

Song Qikun went to the Moral Education Office to hand in his self-examination on Saturday afternoon. When he went there, there was no one there, so he put the self-examination on his desk. When he went downstairs, he met Shen Yan in the elevator.

The boy stood in the corner of the car, with his head down as if thinking about something, his thin-rimmed glasses slipped onto his nose, he didn't intend to take a look when he sensed someone coming in, and just took a small step back calmly.

"Baby." There was no one else in the elevator, so Song Qikun didn't have to worry about anything, walked straight towards him, and helped him to hold his glasses: "Why are you here?"

Shen Yan raised his eyes to look at him, the pupils behind the lens seemed to have shrunk, and he became a little bright: "Come to hand in the materials, how about you?"

"Submit for review."

Shen Yan observed his expression, and suddenly leaned over to kiss him without warning, the kiss fell on his lips, the elevator just stopped on the first floor, a short notification tone sounded, and the hall door opened in response.

Song Qikun shivered violently, turned his head to look at the empty elevator entrance, and pinched his cheek with his hands, angrily and funny: "Why are you so courageous?"

Shen Yan curled the corner of his mouth.

"Do you still dare to laugh?" Song Qikun felt lingering fear, locked his neck with one hand and took him out of the elevator, and deliberately threatened him with a vicious voice: "See how I will deal with you when I go back!"

"You can do whatever you want."

"...OK, you wait