After the rain

Brother Song's exam... was framed by someone, isn't it true? "

I don't know who released the news, but it has been spreading in the school for the past two days. Duan Zheng also heard that Shen Yan fought to complain to Song Qikun, but he didn't dare to ask directly.

Shen Yan's pen tip paused slightly, and gave a faint "hmm".

"It's so fucking wicked! Such people should be expelled from the school!" Duan Zheng was filled with indignation.

Shen Yan was noncommittal.

"And brother Shen." Duan Zheng suddenly lowered the decibel, and whispered: "I heard that Yang Zhiyi seems to be transferring to another school."

Shen Yan raised his eyes, "Who did you listen to?"

The coldness in his eyes made Duan Zheng feel apprehensive, he pulled a little distance away calmly, and said cautiously: "Well, just listen to what the people in their class said, that the seats are all vacated."

"Where's Fang You?"

"He hasn't heard of it."

"Hmm." Shen Yan lowered his eyes again, pursing his lips, wondering what he was thinking.

Yang Zhiyi wanted to transfer to another school. He was different from Fang You, who had an iron wall in his heart. He couldn't sit in the classroom calmly and attend class, and he didn't have the face to face Song Qikun. He was even more afraid of the strange eyes of his classmates and teachers. There was no room for him in this school. landed, so he wanted to escape.

But as soon as this idea was proposed, it was vetoed by the strong-willed mother, and she was lectured by her ears for two hours.

"Don't be like your dad who is like a tortoise. He just runs away when things happen. Anyway, after studying for so many years, you should understand the truth that knowing your mistakes can make you better? You should apologize to them and be more sincere... "

When the transfer failed, Yang Zhiyi begged stubbornly to change classes. He didn't even dare to be on the same floor as Song Qikun, so he directly transferred to Class [-] on the second floor.

He had a broken wrist and couldn't move things, so he had to ask his mother to come and move them in person. On the last trip, he met Song Qikun at the door by accident, and his mother directly pressed the back of his head to make him bow his head and apologize.

Yang Zhiyi was so ashamed and angry that he held back for a long time before he stammered to say sorry, feeling that he could no longer raise his head when he lowered his head.

Song Qikun was also quite embarrassed, "...it's okay."

Yang Zhiyi had no friends in the new class, and no one took the initiative to talk to him, but compared to facing the contempt and rejection of his acquaintances, the unfamiliar environment made him feel a little more at ease.

It is inconvenient to do anything after hurting his right hand. Fortunately, the progress of class [-] is slower than that of class [-]. There is no need to worry about notes and exercises for the time being. Mom bought and delivered the meals, and he went to the guard room to eat after school.

At noon on Saturday, he walked towards the teaching building after eating, just staring at his toes absent-mindedly, and almost bumped into someone head-on at the corner of the stairs between the first and second floors.

"I'm sorry! I..." He took a few steps back hastily, his words of apology suddenly got stuck when he saw the man's face clearly, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a slight stabbing pain in the wound on his body, as if a needle tip was scratching.

Shen Yan looked at him expressionlessly, and asked quietly: "Want to transfer school?"

It sounded like a casual question, but Yang Zhiyi's forehead began to break out in cold sweat, and his lips trembled uncontrollably: "No, no, it's just a transfer."

"That's good."

Shen Yan looked away, passed him downstairs, and walked steadily, with almost no sound.

Yang Zhiyi's heart was beating wildly, so he dared to sneak a peek out of the corner of his eye, and saw that he was carrying a box of cut fruits in his hand, turning left and walking in the direction of Class [-].

Suddenly there was a clear and crisp bird song outside the window, the lingering sound was mild, Yang Zhiyi shivered for a while, leaning against the wall with limp hands and feet, breathing heavily, feeling like he was alive after the catastrophe.

Song Qikun spent the night at Shen Yan's house this week, taking care of the injured in every possible way, applying hot compresses and applying medicine every day, seeing with his own eyes that the swelling on his back had subsided, and the terrible bruises were gradually fading away.

The wound didn't hurt anymore, and the doctor said that lying down would not affect him, but Shen Yan still liked to sleep in Song Qikun's arms.

It's still early after washing up, and the two usually chat for a while before going to bed. Song Qikun gradually speculates from the details Shen Yan is willing to reveal about how he discovered the truth, thinking of the meeting in the administrative building that day, and the later part about Fang You The conversation must have been part of his investigation.

A thank you is too light to express the full emotion, and the love is boiled by the fire, except for the emotion, only the heart is left.

The side of the neck was slightly itchy, Song Qikun kissed Shen Yan's hair, and said warmly: "Baby, when we get to college, can we live together?"

Shen Yan raised his head and kissed his chin and lips, and readily agreed: "Okay."

"If you're so good, you're not afraid that I will do bad things to you?"

"What's wrong?

Song Qikun held out his hips restrainedly.

Shen Yan was quiet for a while, leaned back on his shoulder, and whispered, "I like it."

"Ok?"

"I like it when you do bad things to me."

Song Qikun gritted his teeth and snorted: "... on purpose?"

"Injustice." Shen Yan rubbed his feet against his feet maliciously.

Song Qikun took a breath and threatened, "I'll tickle you again."

The bodies are too close, and any reaction can't be hidden from each other, Shen Yan reminded: "You are pushing me."

"..."

"You're so sensitive." Just touched your feet.

"..."

Shen Yan sat up, "Help you."

Song Qikun didn't stop him, he raised his arms to cover his eyes, his face and ears were burning red.

At the flag-raising ceremony on Monday, Fang You and Yang Zhiyi took turns to read the self-criticism on the stage, and at the end they solemnly apologized to Song Qikun.

Fang Zhengyang also made a public self-criticism and was suspended for half a year for investigation to deeply reflect on his inappropriate words and deeds.

Shen Yan was recorded as a major demerit, and if it goes well, it will not be revoked until the third year of high school at the earliest.

This matter was revealed just like that, and the students stopped gossiping in private for a few days.

After the cold spring in mid-March, the weather has completely warmed up. The sun is warm and the wind and rain are gentle. The ginkgo trees at the school gate are sprouting clusters, and by the end of the month, the branches and leaves are thinning.

The bruise on Shen Yan's back recovered very well, only a small piece of light color remained. Song Qikun was finally able to put the plan of physical fitness on the agenda and took him for a morning jog.

As a result, every cell in Shen Yan's body was filled with resistance, "...I don't want it."

"If you exercise more, you won't get sick so easily." Song Qikun pushed his shoulder from behind and walked forward, "Let's go."

Shen Yan felt a little broken inside: "I don't want to run. You can also exercise by cycling. I'll take you, or you can walk."

Anyway don't run.

"Then let's run again at night and don't let others see, okay?" Song Qikun put his arms around his neck, half begging and half coquettishly whispering: "I'm worried every time you feel unwell."

"...You are so annoying." Shen Yan sighed helplessly, grabbed his two arms, bent down and tried to carry him up.

Knowing that he was compromising, Song Qikun successfully frowned, shrank his legs and made him carry his back for a few seconds, and raised his hand to pinch his cheek after landing, "Say it again?"

"You are so annoying."

"Ah, my heart is broken." Song Qikun's tone was exaggerated.

Shen Yan smiled lowly, and was about to make up two more cuts, when a suspicious question came from behind him: "What are you two doing here?"

The two turned their heads at the same time and saw Song Ye standing a few steps away with a smile on his face. The temperature in the morning was low and he was wearing a thick coat.

To be honest, Song Qikun was shocked for a moment, but his arm around Shen Yan was not loose but tight, and he grinned calmly and said, "It's just a joke."

Shen Yan also greeted naturally: "Good morning, teacher."

"Morning." Song Ye glanced at his watch and said, "Go to class quickly, or you'll be late if you don't."

"Okay." Song Qikun said lightly, turned around to unlock and ride the bike, "Xiaobao, let's go."

When Shen Yan sat down firmly, he tilted his head and waved to Song Ye, "Dad, let's go now."

Song Ye looked away from the padded back seat, nodded and said, "Ride slowly and pay attention to safety."

"it is good!"

The figures of the two quickly disappeared from sight. Song Ye suppressed his smile and stared at the clean road in a daze for a while.

Shen Yan started running, and his lameness could not be hidden. Song Qikun ran ahead of him and led the way, rarely looking back: "Baby, follow me closely."

There are few people on the track and field at night, only the lights near the rostrum and the sports equipment room are on, and the light cuts the plastic track into several sections of alternating light and dark.

Song Qikun took Shen Yan to jog in circles in the dark area. The amount of exercise was planned to be gradual. However, after two nights, Shen Yan caught a cold.

Not only was he suffering from a headache and a stuffy nose, but he was also unlucky enough to run into the monthly exam. I heard that he fell asleep on the table during the math test. After being woken up, he struggled to finish writing the test questions. A lot of points were deducted.

Song Qikun just wanted to kneel down and admit his mistake.

"It's not your fault." Shen Yan spoke with a strong nasal voice and spoke slowly.

He was lying on the sofa, feeling drowsy after taking the medicine. He closed his eyes and didn't want to open them. He hooked Song Qikun's fingers weakly, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "It's because my physique is too poor. You can take me for a run after I'm done." ..."

Song Qikun's heart was so soft that he responded softly, and found a blanket to cover him.

After the monthly exam, Qingming Festival will be followed, and the school will have a three-day holiday.

Every year at this time, Song Qikun would follow Song Ye back to his hometown to worship his ancestors, while Wang Zhiyun would go to his hometown thousands of miles away to sweep graves alone. Every time he came back, his eyes were red and his face was haggard, and his whole body was shrouded in heavy sadness.

Song Qikun once heard her mention it when he was young, and he only knew that the man was his own uncle, who died unexpectedly at the age of 19, no matter how much Wang Zhiyun said, he would not say it.

Most of the ancestors paid homage by the father and son are the grandparents of their parents, some of whom Song Qikun has never even seen, and their relatives and friends have not seen each other when they remember the deceased.