After the rain

At this time, the road ahead was clear, and the electric car rushed out, and the distance was shortened in an instant.

Song Qikun saw the boy take a step forward.

"Hu Rui! Stop!"

There was a leader in the front and a chaser in the rear. There was no reason for the one in the middle to brake suddenly. Hu Rui turned the front of the car and rode to the side of the road to stop, but turned his head helplessly: "What are you doing, brother... huh?"

The eldest brother only left him a hurried back.

Song Qikun ran across the road again, stopped two or three meters away from the boy, and forgot to blink.

"...Shen Yan?" His voice was trembling.

Shen Yan said, "It's me."

Song Qikun's shoulders loosened, and he rushed over in three steps at a time, and hugged him vigorously, his arms locked tighter and tighter like iron chains.

Shen Yan was thrown back two steps by him, and after standing still, she raised her arms and hugged him tightly.

"Shen Yan, Shen Yan...is it really you? Am I dreaming?" Song Qikun still couldn't believe it.

"It's really me, it's not a dream." Shen Yan responded seriously, saying every word: "Song Qikun, I'm here."

Song Qikun's throat choked up, but he could only utter vague syllables when he opened his mouth.

Tears speak louder than words, and he spoke his heart out for him.

54. Regain (End of Text)

Song Qikun asked Hu Rui to go first.

Hu Rui glanced back and forth a few times at his red eyes, bulging hands and the face of the boy who appeared suddenly, and nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, then hurry up. You... ...Friends can also bring it, I will tell Old Lu."

"Thank you." Song Qikun's voice was very hoarse and nasal.

"polite."

In summer, the days are long and the nights are short. At this time, the sun has not yet set, and the light is strong, shining through the clouds.

Song Qikun grasped Shen Yan's wrist tightly, his nerves were tense like the strings of a piano, for fear that if he relaxed a little, he would disappear and make him nowhere to be found.

With a straight face and a strong tone, he said, "Come and eat with me."

After a slight pause, his tone weakened, and he added in a low voice: "Is it okay?"

Shen Yan said, "Okay."

Song Qikun pulled him forward, after a few steps, he remembered something, and slowed down abruptly.

In an instant, time seemed to turn back.

"My foot has been healed." Shen Yan walked side by side with him, his arms were very close, and his eyes followed him all the time.

His collar was soaked by Song Qikun's tears, and he felt the coolness from the wind.

Song Qikun's peripheral vision was uncontrollable, he blinked wildly when he was caught, and responded dryly: "Oh."

Language exchange ends here.

After reuniting after a long absence, they should have a lot to say, but they don't know where to start.

Intimacy comes from the desire of the soul, but reason draws a clear dividing line, which bears a gap of more than three years.Therefore they look forward and backward, and even the temptation is carefully considered, lest it cause unpleasantness.

Silently all the way to the restaurant where Lu Mengnian was treating guests, Song Qikun reluctantly let go before entering the box.

The dishes were not ready yet, and everyone drank tea and chatted awkwardly. The round table was large, and men and women sat on each side, leaving two empty seats in the middle.

The conversation stopped abruptly when Song Qikun and Shen Yan entered the door, and the person playing with the mobile phone raised his head.

"You are here!" Lu Mengnian got up to greet warmly, and helped to open the seat, "Sit here, sit here."

Song Qikun smiled and took the initiative to introduce to both parties: "My friend, Shen Yan. This is my brother, Lu Mengnian."

"Hello." Shen Yan nodded.

Lu Mengnian smiled and said, "Hello, please sit down."

The two sat down, Shen Yan was arranged next to Hu Rui, and Song Qikun's right hand was a beautiful long-haired girl who majored in French, named Wen Xingyi.

"Senior." Wen Xingyi greeted him briskly, with black and white eyes.

She seemed to be a member of the student union, and after a few words, Song Qikun had some impressions of her, and politely replied, "Hello."

During the meal, Wen Xingyi kept looking for opportunities to strike up a conversation with him, but Song Qikun's responses were always slow, and his answers were perfunctory, with an absent-minded look.

Wen Xingyi bit the bullet and asked, "Senior, are you feeling unwell? I don't think you look well."

Song Qikun didn't hear what she said clearly, and didn't want to reply.His attention has already gone to the conversation between the two people on the left, and he is almost listening intently with his breath held, looking as if he is wandering away.

Hu Rui knew each other well, and after exchanging names with Shen Yan, he began to ask questions: "Which school are you from?"

Shen Yan was silent for a moment, then said, "Nanlin No. [-] Middle School."

"High school student?"

"Just finished the college entrance examination."

"Humanities or Science?"

"science."

"Are you and Song Qikun fellow villagers?"

"……Um."

Hu Rui asked while eating, but Shen Yan answered while resting his bowl and chopsticks. He didn't eat much.

Song Qikun frowned, and the volume was slightly lowered, just enough for people nearby to hear: "Hu Rui."

"Ah?" Hu Rui gnawed on the duck leg, half of his cheeks puffed up.

"Don't talk while eating."

Hu Rui: "..."

Wen Xingyi: "..."

The dinner was coming to an end, it was still early, and most people felt that it was not enough to end like this, so they made an appointment to go to KTV.

"Going?" Song Qikun asked in a low voice, feeling uneasy.

He hasn't considered how to get along with Shen Yan alone, and he can't let Shen Yan leave, he needs to buffer in the lively group environment.

"Okay." Shen Yan's gaze fell behind him, and then quickly retracted.

Song Qikun noticed something, turned his head and glanced, his eyes dimmed.

A group of people arrived at the KTV, and the atmosphere lights in the karaoke room were turned on. The darker space and the right amount of alcohol eliminated the last trace of unnaturalness. The music was deafening, and many people let themselves go.

Song Qikun's singing was still out of tune, and his drinking capacity had not improved. After two drinks, he became half drunk, and his eyes gradually blurred.

Shen Yan stopped his wine glass, "Don't drink it."

Song Qikun turned his head to look at him, his moist eyes looked very affectionate against the light, "Can I rely on you for a while?"

"Yes." Shen Yan adjusted his sitting posture.

Song Qikun first rubbed his forehead against his shoulder, then buried his face into his neck step by step, his breathing was hot and heavy, and his voice was hoarse: "Don't look at her, okay?"

Shen Yan wrapped his arms around his waist, smelling the familiar and unfamiliar smell on his body, his heart beat faster, "What?"

"Don't look at her, look at me, look at my heart..." Song Qikun's tone seemed to be acting coquettishly, but at the same time seemed to be pleading, trying his best to exchange for a little love, "Only you, only you."

It is a joy to meet again, but I am afraid that this is just an ordinary meeting of friends, I am afraid that all this is just a coincidence, and I am afraid that you are not here for me.

I want to be more lucky, and I think you still love me.

Shen Yan understood his inner voice, and felt a tight pain in his chest, and his throat was blocked by the surging depression, making it difficult to even swallow.

He said hoarsely, "I saw it, and so did I."

Never forgotten, never let go.

The environment was too noisy, Song Qikun was drunk again, and his ability to receive information was greatly weakened. It seemed that he couldn't hear his answer, so he burst into tears.

Maybe it was because the expectations were once again disappointed.

Shen Yan took off his hat and put it on for him, lowered the brim of the hat, turned to Hu Rui and said, "He has a headache, so let's go first."

Hu Rui chewed the beef strips, twitched his eyebrows twice, and showed an inexplicable smile: "Okay, be careful."

Song Qikun walked fairly steadily, and followed Shen Yan away without saying a word.

The night sky is deep, starlight overlooks the neon lights of the city, and everywhere you look is bustling and bustling.

The evening breeze in June is comfortable and gentle, the more awake Song Qikun's head is, the more painful his heart will be.

Shen Yan found a nearby hotel and got a suite.

As soon as he entered the door, he reached out to take off Song Qikun's hat.

Unexpectedly, Song Qikun couldn't stop him, so he quickly turned his face away, pursed his lips, and wiped away his tears indiscriminately, looking embarrassed.

Shen Yan asked him: "Are you sober?"

"...Mmm." Song Qikun sniffed, and the hand hanging by his side trembled slightly.

"Then let's talk about our affairs." Shen Yan looked at him steadily, with a soothing and powerful voice, straight to the point: "I want to start over with you, are you willing to be my boyfriend?"

As the words fell, Song Qikun's pupils shrank instantly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at him, with an expression of disbelief, and the tears that had finally stopped rushed out of his eyes again.

He was afraid that he had heard it wrong, so he was eager to confirm that he almost broke his voice: "Say it again!"

Tears welled up, but Shen Yan smiled and asked word by word: "Will you be my boyfriend?"

"I love you very much." He added.

Song Qikun had already rushed forward and hugged him very tightly, like a struggling drowning person, grabbing a piece of driftwood that was worth as much as his life.

His mind went blank, he choked up and responded repeatedly: "I am willing, I am willing, I am willing..."

"I'm sorry." Shen Yan couldn't tell whose heart was beating out of rhythm, which was more sad or joyful, "I'm late."

It is said on the Internet that those who do not say goodbye well will definitely meet again.

None of them contacted anyone.

Shen Yan didn't expect to be lucky enough to meet him in the vast crowd, and Song Qikun didn't dare to expect that he would come to him.

But as one of them came, so did the other.

Just like the beginning of the first middle school that year, Song Qikun and his friends came out of the school gate, but they couldn't see Shen Yan standing not far away, but this time Shen Yan took the initiative to stop him.

They didn't miss it.

Song Qikun lost control of his emotions, and he was much more complacent than when he knew Shen Yan had left, but at that time he could only lick his wounds alone, crying until his ears were ringing and his eyes were dazzled, but he couldn't confide in anyone.

He shed all his tears, but his barren soul was reborn.

Song Qikun frowned, pursed his lips and raised a sincere smile, his red and swollen eyes narrowed into two thin slits, feeling a sense of joy inexplicably.

He whispered, "Happy."

He turned into a koala and spotted the tree Shen Yan