After the rain

Before finishing tidying up, seeing him come back, he stopped what he was doing and asked, "Why are you looking for Shen Yan?"

Song Qikun held up the doll to show her, "He gave it."

From this angle, he saw the numbers "6" and "3" on the pads of the doll's two hind paws.

Thinking of the three rows of dolls, he immediately understood what this number represented.

It's not a name, and it doesn't have any special meaning, it's just a number.

"Look, I made you happy." Wang Zhiyun couldn't help laughing after seeing what it was.

"A testimony of friendship." Song Qikun walked to the room and waved his hands: "I'm going to bed, and you guys should go to bed early too."

Song Ye came out of the study, happened to hear this sentence, and asked curiously, "What testimony of friendship?"

"Shen Yan gave him an orange cat doll." Wang Zhiyun straightened the cup on the coffee table, and said in a relaxed tone, "I was worried that the relationship between the two of them would be bad, but it seems that I was thinking too much."

"I'm getting older." Song Ye pointed to his head and said with a smile, "There are differences in thinking."

Wang Zhiyun couldn't believe what he heard, and raised his eyebrows: "Who do you think is older?"

"Me." Song Ye closed his smile and said solemnly, "Mr. Wang is always young."

Wang Zhiyun tutted and shook his head, "Teacher Song has such a mouth, I don't know how true or false the words come out."

"What you like to hear is the truth, what you don't like to hear is the lie."

"..."

At four o'clock in the morning, it suddenly began to rain outside the window.

Shen Yan was awakened by the thunder and stared at the ceiling for a while.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, crackling and beating on the glass windows, dull and noisy.

He dimmed the bedside lamp a little, turned over and fetched the sleeping milk tea, and listened closely to its purring sound.

The depressed mood gradually calmed down.

It should stop soon, he thought.

But God didn't do what he wanted.

At 06:30, the rain gradually decreased but continued, the fine rain curtain melted into the morning mist, and the sky and the earth were gray.

Shen Yan drew the curtains, lowered her head and replied to the message: [Are you going out? ]

Song Qikun sent a crying emoji: [Forced by life, I have to go to cram school. ]

Shen Yan: [What time do you leave? ]

Song Qikun: [Around eight o'clock, what's wrong? ]

Shen Yan: [It's nothing, I continued to sleep.be careful on the road. ]

"..."

This guy is here to sow hatred.

The leaves and petals that fell from the heavy rain covered the ground, and the rainwater gathered into a stream to wash the road surface, and the white sneakers stepped on it, and the water droplets brought up wet the trousers.

Shen Yan clicked the shooting button to freeze the image of the young man running in the rain holding a black umbrella and lock it into the depths of the photo album.

6. Dolls

In the afternoon Song Qikun came to learn how to make dolls. Shen Yan prepared all the tools and materials needed and moved them to the living room.

Song Qikun walked through the entrance, suspecting that he had entered a plush toy store.

All kinds of plush toys are everywhere.

For example, there is an oversized bear next to the refrigerator, three dolls of the same size but different types are placed on the back of the sofa, a long green dinosaur is lying on the top of the TV, and two unicorns are lying on the left and right sides of the coffee table... …

Except for the necessary activity space, the rest of the place is full of plush toys.

Song Qikun thought of those woven bags in the corridor before, most likely they were filled with these dolls.

A rather weird idea came to his mind, "You... open an online store?"

"What?" Shen Yan didn't hear clearly, took the milk tea that occupied the sofa, and twirled a few cat hairs, "Sit."

Milk tea fell into a drowsy sleep, let out a soft cry, and landed on the heels of Shen Yan's feet, very clingy.

"It's nothing." Song Qikun's attention was sucked away in an instant, and he hooked his hand at it, "Milk tea, come here."

"Meow~" Milk Tea glanced at him ignorantly, and walked over after recognizing him.

"What would you like to drink?" Shen Yan asked.

"Thank you, water is fine." Song Qikun hugged the milk tea on his knees and touched it around.

As an expert at plucking cats, he drowsily served the milk tea in a few strokes, and took the initiative to turn his belly out for him to touch.

Shen Yan poured two glasses of water, pulled a pillow and put it on the ground, and sat down cross-legged.

The coffee table is a bit short, it is more convenient to sit on the ground.

Song Qikun sucked on the cat for a while, then transferred it to the ground.

Poke Felt Small Classroom officially started.

Shen Yan took a short piece of wool as a demonstration, "First think about the shape of the part to be made, and you can poke it slowly."

He rolled the wool up firmly, secured the end with a poking pin, and poked as he rolled.With the passage of time, the irregular fluffy ball of hair gradually compacted into a sphere in his hands.

"... After poking out the shape, you need to spread the wool. The number of layers depends on the situation. Then... you should try it first." Shen Yan pushed the tape on the table over, "Wrap it around your fingers, it will get stuck."

Song Qikun listened carefully, and it seemed that it was not difficult to look at it. However, the ideal is plump and the reality is skinny, and his hands are terribly crippled, so he poked a strange-shaped thing for a long time.

"..."

It seems that his cognition of himself is still accurate, and he really can't bear to look directly at him.

"What shape did you want to poke?" Shen Yan stopped his messy work and adjusted his glasses.

Song Qikun glanced at the sphere he poked out just now, "That's it."

"Do it again." Shen Yan took another piece of wool, got up and moved to sit next to him, "I'll watch."

Under his step-by-step reminders and fine teaching, Song Qikun finally poked out a relatively perfect sphere, which was an unparalleled sense of accomplishment for the handicapped party. He turned his head excitedly, "How is it?"

"Very powerful." Shen Yan gave 100% affirmation, carried the milk tea over and put it on the table, and posed in a well-behaved pose, "Are you confident in making this appearance?"

Milk tea has long been used to this, and let him play lazily with her eyes closed, wanting nothing.

Song Qikun: "..."

He dully compared the fur ball in his hand with the milk tea, and he really couldn't imagine how the former would evolve into the latter. The sense of accomplishment that just emerged disappeared instantly, and he said frankly: "I don't have confidence, but I can try."

"Okay." Shen Yan said.

The first half was indeed difficult, and it was almost Shen Yan who taught him to poke it. Later, he gradually mastered some essentials and was able to complete it independently.

The hair of the milk tea is mainly used for the outermost details, but the collected soft hair is not dark enough and needs to be mixed with wool. Shen Yan is in charge of this, and he will give guidance to Song Qikun from time to time.

After laying around with milk tea for too long, I felt bored, and the tail slapped the table to make a sound to attract attention.

The torso has been made, and it is no longer needed to maintain the shape, and Shen Yan's mixed hair work is coming to an end, so he fished it out and hugged it.

Song Qikun was concentrating on poking his nose. After finishing the work, he found that the milk tea on the table was gone. He turned his eyes to the side, slightly startled.

Milk tea stretched out its fat claws to reach Shen Yan's glasses. Not only did he not hide, but he deliberately lowered his head to get closer. When the glasses were pulled under his nose, he simply took them off and put them on Milk Tea's face, restraining its two paws with one hand.

Milk Tea twisted her neck with difficulty and tried to shake off her glasses, but the back of her neck was also held down by the vicious shit shovel officer, and her glasses didn't move at all.After working hard for a long time to no avail, it groaned in grievance, "Meow~"

Shen Yan chuckled, took off his glasses and put them on again, buried his fingertips in the soft neck hair and massaged the milk tea to comfort him.He raised his eyes to meet Song Qikun's eyes, the smile on the corner of his mouth dissipated in an instant, and his eyes turned to look at the semi-finished doll in the other party's hand, "What's wrong?"

"No." Song Qikun smiled, turned his head and continued with the next stabbing step.

The production process took several hours to complete successfully, and the final product is the milk tea with all four limbs flattened and sleeping soundly, without even eyes.

"It looks good." Shen Yan put the newly completed miniature milk tea on the back of the deity, and took a photo.

"You taught well." Song Qikun took a long breath, rubbed his sore shoulders, neck and arms, and took a picture.

But he didn't just shoot cats, he also took pictures of people.

Shen Yan didn't know this at all, put away tools and other things, and asked him: "Do you eat fruit?"

Song Qikun just wanted to refuse, but he swallowed his words when he met his gaze, and changed his words with a smile: "Eat."

"Can strawberries be okay?"

"can."

"Okay." Shen Yan got up to open the refrigerator, took two boxes of strawberries and went to the kitchen to wash them in water.

Putting the washed strawberries on the coffee table, Shen Yan suddenly remembered something, went to open the refrigerator again, and brought out a piece of cake covered with a transparent fresh-keeping cover.

Chocolate cake, a big piece.

Song Qikun saw at a glance that this was the piece that Rou Rou sent for her birthday, and asked him, "Have you not eaten yet?"

"En." Shen Yan responded in a low voice, handed him a fork, and said, "Let's eat together."

Song Qikun couldn't refuse, took the fork, "Thank you."

"you are welcome."

After eating the cake, it was almost time for Song Qikun to say goodbye.Before going out, he took advantage of Shen Yan's inattention and placed the doll in the position of No. 63 that he had taken away.

The actions at the time were flawless, but within a few minutes of arriving home, Shen Yan sent a photo.

Shen Yan: [? ]

Song Qikun: [It was discovered so quickly]

Shen Yan: [Very conspicuous. ]

Thinking about it, it would indeed be obvious that the vacant position was filled.

Song Qikun: [For you. ]

Afraid that he would think wildly, Song Qikun quickly added: [Reciprocity is considered an exchange. ]

After waiting for a few seconds, Shen Yan replied: [Yes. ]

This short word made Song Qikun amused.He found that this person talked a lot in person, but he was extremely cold through the screen, keeping things as simple as possible.

The rain probably won't stop today, and I don't know if it will stop tomorrow.Song Qikun thought for a while, and sent another message: [If tomorrow is sunny, let's go for a morning run together? ]

Shen Yan: [OK. ]

Song Qikun dug out the papers left in the cram school in the morning from his schoolbag, and pulled out another A4 piece of paper for draft paper