After the rain

Only in this life can I have such a good fortune to be with you. "

These trophies have another use, Shen Yan thought.

but--

"You saved me."

There is no previous life, and it has nothing to do with the world, just you and me.

When I met you and possessed you, all the unattainable things are right in front of my eyes.

Summer in Wenling is hot and dry, with little rain and always clear skies.

While waiting for the documents, Shen Yan took Song Qikun to play in the urban area, but the weather was too hot, and he had to go to an air-conditioned place after a short stroll outside.

When Song Qikun was buying water, he met several elementary school students in school uniforms, and suddenly said that he wanted to visit Shen Yan's high school.

Nanlin No. [-] Middle School is a private school. It is a provincial key school built with money. It covers a vast area and has a distinctive and magnificent building complex.

"Did you live on campus?" Song Qikun asked.

Shen Yan said, "Well, there are single rooms in the school."

Unrelated personnel were not allowed to enter the school at will. They walked around the fence for a while, and the shade of the trees along the way was useless.

The two ordered smoothies and milk tea, and Shen Yan went to get them when the number was called, and the phone left on the table lit up, displaying the received messages.

Song Qikun glanced at it and froze for a moment.

Duan Zheng: [Brother Shen, are you home?I came to Wenling again/hehe]

Such a familiar tone, but also say "again"?The implication is that it has been here before.When did they connect?How long have you been in touch?Or... keep in touch all the time?

The screen had become pitch black, and Song Qikun frowned in thought.

Before the smoothie was ready, Shen Yan shook the milk tea in front of his eyes and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Song Qikun regained his senses, took the milk tea, tore open the packaging of the straw slowly, and said, "I didn't think about anything, it was just too hot."

Shen Yan was dubious, "Really?"

Song Qikun just laughed, poked open the lid of the milk tea, and changed the subject lightly: "Will you drink mine?"

He ordered the white peach oolong with less sugar, but Shen Yan didn't like it, so he shook his head and refused.

Song Qikun said: "I want to take a sip of yours."

"it is good."

Milk tea is very sweet, but it can't dilute the bitterness in my heart.

Song Qikun leaned back in the chair, pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

He tapped the table with his fingers a little anxiously, and his eyes fell on Shen Yan who picked up the phone to reply to the message, his eyes were dim.

ask?or not to ask?

He hesitated.

According to Shen Yan's temperament, if he asks, he will definitely know the truth, but can he accept the truth?Can you resist losing your temper with him?

If you don't ask, I don't know when this depression will be resolved.

To ask Duan Zheng?

Not at all.

The mastermind is here, why bother to ask others.

"The strawberry smoothie on the 27th is ready!" The clerk at the bar rang the bell.

Shen Yan got up to get it, and when he came back, he put the strawberry smoothie in the middle of the table, and handed Song Qikun a plastic spoon.

The two finished the smoothie together, went to the supermarket to buy some ingredients for dinner, and then went home.

After all, they are lovers who get along day and night, and even a little bit of abnormality can be easily noticed by the other party.

If there is a problem, we must find a way to solve it.

"You don't seem very happy." Shen Yan sat next to Song Qikun, as if wanting to have a heart-to-heart talk with him, and asked, "Did something happen?"

Song Qikun was scratching Milk Tea's neck absently, when he heard this, he turned his head to look at him, moved his lips, and hesitated to speak.

"Is it convenient for you to tell me?" Shen Yan understood.

Song Qikun shook his head and nodded again. After a while, he suddenly felt that his troubled appearance was not only ridiculous, but also quite unnecessary, so he gave up struggling.

He stared into Shen Yan's eyes and said, "At the cold drink shop, I saw your WeChat message...the one from Duan Zheng."

Shen Yan's eyelids twitched.

"When did you add WeChat?" Song Qikun asked.

The voice paused for a few seconds, and he added: "I want to hear the truth."

Shen Yan's eyes dodged, nervous and guilty, he was silent for a long time before answering: "...Three years ago."

At an unexpected time, Song Qikun opened his eyes wide.

Shen Yan quickly went to hold his hand, and explained: "I met by chance, I didn't contact you deliberately."

That year, Song Qikun didn't move back home either. According to regulations, he could only leave school on Sundays, but he didn't go out often.So even if Shen Yan was guarding the school gate all day, he would not be seen most of the time.

Duan Zheng found out by accident once, Shen Yan thought twice and reached some secret agreements with him.

He was always losing his past life. He thought that this time it might not be any different. He could accept the reality and endure the separation from Song Qikun.

But not at all.

"At that time, I missed you very much." Shen Yan said.

The words are nice, but the actions will only irritate people.Song Qikun glared at him, wanting to confirm his guess: "Have you been back?"

"Ah."

"When? How many times?"

"...I'm telling the truth, can you not be angry?" Shen Yan asked suspiciously.

Song Qikun gritted his teeth: "I will be even angrier if you don't tell the truth."

"..."

Shen Yan could only tell the truth, "It will start in July, once a week until...until you graduate."

Song Qikun's nose was sore, he felt sorry for him, but also felt aggrieved: "Before you left, what did my mother say to you?"

To make him stick to this.

Shen Yan can tell him everything about anything else without any grievances, except this one.

"I didn't say anything." Shen Yan gently scratched the corner of his eyes with his fingers, showing a bit of distress: "Why do you always cry?"

Song Qikun retorted: "I didn't cry."

Shen Yan followed him: "Well, I didn't cry."

Song Qikun glared at him again, asking too many questions: "Do you and Duan Zheng meet often?"

Shen Yan thought about it seriously, and replied: "You met often in your third year of high school, and then once when he graduated, and once when he came to Wenling on May [-]st this year."

Song Qikun's heart was so sad that he wished his soul could pass through Duan Zheng at that time.

"It's all over." Shen Yan stretched out his hand to hug him, and kissed his tightly closed lips, "We are so happy now, so don't think about the past, okay?"

Song Qikun stared at him in silence, and after a long time, he let out a muffled "Hmm".

A little smile formed in Shen Yan's eyes, and he said, "I'll cook something delicious for you later."

"You are the best."

"Ok?"

"The hanging chairs in your room are of good quality."

Shen Yan froze, feeling helpless, but he couldn't refuse him, "... yes."

58. Fanwai. Home

On January 24th, Wang Zhiyun got up early in the morning and tidied up the living room and side sleeping room that had been carefully cleaned yesterday.

After lunch, I went out and bought a simple bedside night light. After putting it in the side sleeper, I went to the kitchen non-stop to process the ingredients for dinner. I couldn't rest for a moment.

Song Ye laughed and teased: "You look exactly the same as when you first gave a lecture to students."

Wang Zhiyun didn't even have time to look at him, and said, "Young poor, go and wash that bag of strawberries."

"well."

The closer the time came, the more nervous Wang Zhiyun became, and he drove Song Ye to the balcony to watch the wind.

It snowed heavily on Wen Heng two days ago, and the outside was completely covered in silver.

The night in winter can't wait to come, and it will be dark if you don't pay attention.The street lights were not very bright, Song Ye stared at the two black shadows that entered the field of vision for a few minutes, then turned and went into the room to report the situation.

"Are you downstairs?" Wang Zhiyun, who was cooking, was in a hurry, put down the spatula, took off his apron, walked to the kitchen door, and turned to turn off the stove.

She quickly went back to the bedroom to look in the mirror to adjust her appearance, and when she came out, she still asked Song Ye very worriedly, "I'm like this...how?"

Song Ye affirmed, "It's very good."

Wang Zhiyun raised his arm and smelled it, then frowned and said, "No, I have to change clothes."

Song Ye was stunned for a second, then shook his head and laughed.

When Wang Zhiyun finished changing, there was a knock on the door.

She hurriedly walked towards the entrance, and stopped after a few steps to let Song Ye go ahead, "Open the door."

Song Ye took over this important task, and while holding the doorknob, he glanced at Wang Zhiyun, "I opened it?"

Wang Zhiyun took a deep breath, nodded and said, "Yes, open."

The door was opened, and the cold wind scrambled in.

Song Qikun stood outside the door, his tall and straight figure almost occupying the entire field of vision.In recent years, his temperament has become more and more calm, and his voice has become a bit thicker, but when he smiles, he can still see the youthful spirit: "Dad, Mom."

After saying hello, he turned sideways, revealing the person hiding behind him.

Shen Yan was about the same height as Song Qikun, but his figure was thinner and his complexion was fairer. His nose and cheeks were slightly reddened by the cold, which weakened the sense of alienation between his brows and eyes.

He looked at Song Ye, called uncle, turned to Wang Zhiyun whose eyes were full of expectation, and said, "Auntie."

Wang Zhiyun laughed happily, nodded repeatedly, and a layer of water appeared in his eyes.

"Welcome home," she said.

59. Fanwai. Liu Xinrong

Liu Xinrong began to learn to draw in the third grade of elementary school, because the boys and girls of her age in the community are more or less skilled, and some have won many awards at a young age. bright.

Not to be outdone, her parents enrolled her in several training courses, and the only thing she could persist in was painting.

She is very talented and sincerely loves painting. The two complement each other and make her progress rapidly, which is far superior to the students of the same period.

She has indeed won some awards and heard compliments from all directions, which made her parents get what they wanted, so they supported her and cultivated her more ardently.

she has