After the rain

Too much grief, so he didn't feel much in his heart.

They always returned to Wenheng earlier than Wang Zhiyun, so that Song Ye could drive to the airport to pick her up.

When Wang Zhiyun gets home, she will take a nap first. When she gets up for dinner, her appetite is usually not very good. Afterwards, she will go to the study for a few hours. It is usually late when she comes out. She will go back to sleep after washing up. On the second day, I will return to my usual appearance, and I will go to school to give lectures full of energy.

In April, the rain in Wenheng has decreased, the sun is getting brighter day by day, the sky is blue and boundless, the clouds are white and soft, the vegetation stretches its branches and leaves in the spring breeze, and the earth glows with vigorous vitality.

The competitions in the spring sports meeting of No. 12 Middle School only involve two ball games. The football game will be held in the first grade of senior high school, and the basketball game will be held in the second grade of senior high school. The schedule has been arranged, and the official start time is NO.[-].

The life committee used the class fee to customize a unified team uniform for the contestants. The color is red, and the class number and the initials of the name are specially printed on the back.

The number Song Qikun chose was still 76, with double "S" printed on the letter. Several students asked why, but he didn't seriously explain it. He joked that it looked very individual.

A game is divided into four quarters, boys and girls each play two quarters.The opponent in their class's first match was Liberal Arts Class [-]. The number of boys was even scarcer than theirs, and those who could play basketball were even more pitiful, and there were no substitutes.

The girls in the two classes were evenly matched, but the gap between the boys was too wide, and it was a completely crushing situation from the beginning to the end.

Song Qikun was obviously very tired after playing the game, but he still insisted on running with Shen Yan at night, and finally turned him into a grove and kissed him intimately.

"Am I handsome today?" Song Qikun bit his lips lightly.

Shen Yan posted it incessantly, like a greedy cat: "Hmm... handsome."

Song Qikun let out a joyful laugh, held his face with one hand and kissed him for a long time, the tips of his noses pressed against each other, panting, and his messy breaths were entwined.

"Baby, the way you look at me today is very hot and bright, like a ball of fire. At that time, I almost couldn't even hold the ball steadily. I wish I could run over to hug you and kiss you."

"Really?" Shen Yan thought of Song Qikun's appearance on the court, and his heart beat faster.

It's not like I haven't seen it before, but now it's different from the past. With the change of identity, the state of mind has undergone earth-shaking changes. So far, he has only experienced that indescribable throbbing in Song Qikun alone.

"real."

"Then kiss for a while longer."

Song Qikun occasionally couldn't help but think about what he was like in Shen Yan's eyes?

He seems to have touched the answer today.

50. Thunder

Song Qikun doesn't have too many fancy skills in playing basketball, but he has steady dribbling, good physical strength, and a high shooting percentage. He is the backbone of the team.

The sports committee is tall and has strong jumping ability. He is a good player in blocking shots and rebounding.The level of the other members is not low. In addition, they often play together in physical education class, and the teamwork is relatively tacit. So far, they have not encountered a particularly difficult class. Moreover, even if the boys lose points, there are girls supporting them, so their schedule The early record is very good - four wins and zero losses.

With Song Qikun as an influential figure, the number of spectators in the Wen ([-]) class ball game was full, and most of them were girls. While causing psychological pressure on teammates, it also boosted morale to a certain extent.

There were also quite a few girls who came to deliver water after the game, some of them were bold and bold, and stopped him if he was rejected, and asked, "Why can't you accept it? It's just a bottle of water."

The sports committee didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and joked: "That's right, they didn't force you to make a deal."

Song Qikun made a gesture to lift his leg to kick him, and scolded with a smile: "Can you stop making trouble?"

The Sports Commissioner jumped away with a smirk, and then swung his jacket to chase after his teammates who had gone far away. His back was as cheerful as a monkey, "Then I'll go first! I won't disturb you!"

Looking at his handsome figure, Song Qikun felt enlightened, followed by his feet, and rushed a few meters away in an instant: "I'm sorry, classmate, I have something urgent!"

The girl who stayed alone fluttered in the wind: "..."

When Song Qikun was single, he would not casually accept things from strange girls who might have other feelings, and felt that it would be easy for others to misunderstand.

Now that you have a partner, you will not pick it up. First, as a non-single person, you should have a high degree of self-consciousness, and you must draw a clear line from the opposite sex with impure motives, so that the other half has enough sense of security; His jealousy can be said to be at the level of a storm. Just having a girl come over to talk to him can make his face cold, and his eyes will become gloomy after saying a few more words. If he picks up something... the consequences are simply unimaginable.

He rushed all the way to the entrance of the small supermarket, just as Shen Yan finished paying the bill and came out with the mineral water and band-aids he just bought in his hand.

Song Qikun's throat was so dry that it was about to smoke, and when he took it, he unscrewed the bottle cap and was about to pour water into his mouth, when Shen Yan reminded him softly: "Drink slowly."

He paused, changed to sips, and stretched out his right hand in front of Shen Yan - someone scratched his hand in the game just now, and the injury was on the edge of the palm below the little finger. The wound was very small and he didn't feel any pain. There was only a little bleeding, but Shen Yan was worried that he would feel uncomfortable when he always rubbed against the wound while writing.

"Did your class win?" Song Qikun was dripping with sweat, his jersey was almost soaked, and the hot air formed a barrier around his body. Standing beside him was like being next to a stove.

"Win." Shen Yan put on the Band-Aid and took a few tissues for him to wipe his sweat.

Duan Zheng is very good at football, the entire football field is his field, and his class has not lost yet.

"I feel like your class can win the championship." Song Qikun accompanied him to watch the matches where the competition time did not conflict.

"Maybe. Need to change? Wet."

"My school uniform is in Wang Chenghao's dormitory."

"Then you go change it."

"Okay." Before the bell rang throughout the campus, Song Qikun threw the empty bottle and paper ball into the trash can and said, "Class is about to start, you can go back to the classroom first, don't wait for me."

Shen Yan nodded: "Yes."

April seems to have passed in the blink of an eye, and the temperature has risen again. The trees beside the school playground are full of shade, and the roses on the back wall of the laboratory building are also full of branches.

Labor Day is a day off. Before the holiday, the old self-study class Tuotang held a safety education class meeting. It was almost eleven o'clock when it ended.

Song Qikun quickly packed his backpack and walked out. Just as he turned the corner with half of his body, he suddenly heard someone calling his name behind him.

"Song Qikun!"

Zhou Xiya, who had been waiting for a long time, trotted a few steps to stand in front of him, hid her hands behind her back and grabbed her clothes, looked up at him nervously, and said, "I have a birthday party tomorrow... I want to invite you to a party."

People in the class came out one after another. The girls took a sneak peek and walked away quickly. The boys hooked their shoulders, laughed and whistled to turn.

"Sorry, I have something to do tomorrow." Song Qikun refused without thinking.

Zhou Xiya hurriedly said: "I invited quite a few people, and you know most of them, so you don't have to worry about embarrassment."

"It's not because of this." Song Qikun smiled and said, "I have an appointment with a friend, so I'm really sorry. Happy birthday, I wish you all a good time."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, with long strides and a hurried back, as if he was in a hurry to meet someone.

"Eh?!" Zhou Xiya chased a few steps forward unwillingly, and when she saw him walk to the door, he turned and walked towards the boy standing on the right, with a familiar and warm tone: "Why are you here? Have you been waiting for a long time? "

The boy's expression was cold and his voice was very low. Zhou Xiya couldn't hear his answer, but felt as if he had glanced over here.

"Our class had a meeting, and we didn't release them until now." Song Qikun explained why he was late, and put his arms around his shoulders: "Want to eat late at night? I heard from Wang Chenghao that a new restaurant opened on East Street... ..."

The two walked down the steps, their steps were slow and neat, and as the distance continued to widen, their voices gradually became indistinct.

Zhou Xiya was stunned for a moment, looked down at the tip of her shoe, and sighed in disappointment.

It's so hard to chase, when can I catch it?

After Song Qikun said a few words, he realized that Shen Yan was not in high spirits, so he changed the subject and asked, "Did you see it just now?"

Shen Yan expressionless: "What?"

"Still pretending." Song Qikun pinched his face.

Shen Yan grabbed his troubled hand and carelessly rubbed his knuckles, "I don't wear glasses, so I can't see clearly."

"It's Zhou Xiya. She has her birthday tomorrow and wants to invite me."

"Have you promised her?" Shen Yan squeezed his fingers tightly.

"you guess."

Shen Yan looked away, and began to rub his joints again: "I don't know."

Song Qikun felt that his jealous appearance was really rare, so he couldn't help but slapped his head lightly, and said with a smile: "I didn't agree, I want to go on a date with you tomorrow."

"Dating?"

"Well, are you free tomorrow?"

"No."

"Hey!"

Shen Yan curled his lips: "Yes."

The time was limited and they couldn't go too far, so they wandered around Wenheng District, visiting various shops in the streets and alleys.

They hid from the scorching sun at noon in the cafe. Song Qikun went to the opposite side and queued up to buy two vanilla-flavored cones, one of which was half into Shen Yan's stomach.

Later, I went to see a movie. The sci-fi theme, the plot and the special effects were all very exciting. On the way home after dinner, the two of them discussed the content of the movie.

It was already dark, and they walked through the dark tree shadows hand in hand, and when the light came on, they would let go tacitly. Shen Yan's fingers were slightly cold, warmed up by Song Qikun.

The night wind blew the lush branches and leaves, the moon tore off the veil, and the silvery white light trails cast on the road swayed gently, like butterflies flying