After the rain

Chapter 8

, while doing the questions with one mind and two minds, chatting with Shen Yan without saying a word.

[Why are there so many plush toys in your house? ]

[bought. ]

[Can't see that you'd like these. ]

[Um. ]

[Where is your hometown? ]

[Wen Ling. ]

[It’s so close, so you moved here? ]

[read. ]

[which school? ? ]

[One middle school. ]

What a coincidence, Song Qikun thought to himself.

Wenling is an affluent area in the city. There are not many schools there, and most of them are private.Wenheng and Wenyue are education development areas, full of students. The difference is that Wenyue focuses on junior high school education, while Wenheng prefers high school education.

Wenheng No. [-] Middle School has not been established for a long time, but due to its strong teaching staff, it was quickly promoted to a top-level institution in the city, and the quality of its graduates is very high.

The back row is the third middle school.Although No. [-] Middle School is inferior to No. [-] Middle School in terms of high school education, its junior high school education is outstanding. Today, more than half of the students in No. [-] Middle School in the city graduated from No. [-] Middle School's junior high school.

As for the No. [-] Middle School, which ranks outside the top [-] in the province, it focuses on art education and mainly recruits art students. Tang Chen was admitted as a sports student.

Song Qikun: [Transfer or freshman? ]

Shen Yan: [New student. ]

Song Qikun: [Then we will be alumni from September, student Shen Yan, please take care of me. ]

Shen Yan: [Yes. ]

In the evening, the rain gradually stopped.

The sun broke through the clouds, the sky was bright, and flocks of sparrows flew by.

The wet pavement was golden and the leaves were still dripping.

Shen Yan opened the curtains to let the setting sun shine into the house.

In the living room, Milk Tea is sleeping again.

The breeze gently rolled up the corner of the curtain, and everything was just right.

After Song Qikun finished writing the paper, he stood up and stretched his muscles, grabbed his phone to see if there was any news, and opened his photo album with a heartbeat. The most recent one was the doll he took a few hours ago, and Shen Yan who was in the photo.

A side face was photographed, his skin was too white, his eyebrows and eyes were as handsome and clear as painted in thick ink, his eyelashes were long and thick, like a small brush, his jaw line was sharp and almost perfect, but the photo taken by the original camera looked like a refined picture.

Hands are also nice.

Song Qikun zoomed in on the photo, staring at the small scar exposed on the ulna of his wrist in a daze.

Shen Yan's sleeves are long enough to cover half of the palm, but they are loose and smooth. When the cuffs fall between the hands, you can always see the bright red scar on the wrist, and the healing status is enough to judge that the wound should be deeper , is still very long.

It's just that the other end got under the sleeve, and I don't know where it ends.

Song Qikun was afraid that his subconscious exploration would offend Shen Yan, so he deliberately forced himself not to pay too much attention at that time, but now he calmed down, but he couldn't imagine how this scar was caused.

After secretly speculating for a long time and still having no clue, Song Qikun gave up on this point and instead thought of Shen Yan's smile at that time.

——Extremely shallow, and did not go deep into the eyes, but it miraculously made his whole face soft and gentle, like snow that never melted all year round, and it happened to meet the bright sun that melted the cold all over his body.

He should be made to smile more, Song Qikun thought.

Otherwise it would be too cold.

Song Qikun thought of Shen Yan who was standing alone under the tree at the entrance of the playground or on the side of the pedestrian street.

He walked into the crowd, but separated himself from the crowd.

There was a lot of voices around, but he was out of place.

The cold wind that traveled through mountains and rivers should have smoothed out the coldness and screaming when it came here, and became gentle and peaceful.

However, Guanshan is full of hardships, and walking alone adds to the loneliness.

Although milk tea is fat, it is very flexible.

The degree of flexibility depends on whether it wants to move or not.

When I want to move, I jump up and down and can't catch up. When I don't want to move, I have to push and coax him to take two steps.

Song Qikun's morning run time this morning was shortened by nearly 10 minutes compared to before, the reason is that the milk tea is too good for running.

Shen Yan didn't run away, but waited for them on the bench downstairs.

The milk tea started screaming from a distance, and almost galloped over. He sprinted onto the bench with his hind legs, and lay down beside Shen Yan with his body tilted, looking up and acting like a baby.

Song Qikun arrived after a while, bent down and put his hands on his knees, panting and sweating profusely.

It feels like running 3000 meters in a school sports meeting, which requires speed and endurance.

Shen Yan handed him a tissue, "Are you okay?"

"Thank you." Song Qikun took it over, wiped his sweat with one hand on his hips, and didn't catch his breath: "It's okay, but it's too good at running."

As if the flesh on his body didn't exist, he spread his legs and ran wildly, disappearing in an instant.

Song Qikun was very skeptical, and approached and squeezed his belly with milk tea.

Really, not an illusion.

"So," Song Qikun said in disbelief, "This is not fat meat, but tendon meat?"

The legend is not fat, but strong.

Shen Yan dispelled his unrealistic thoughts and said, "It's fat."

Milk. Flexible. Fatty. Tea.

Song Qikun took half a step back with a solemn expression, clenched his left hand against the palm of his right hand, and bowed fifteen degrees to the milk tea: "The strong man is brave, I am convinced."

"Meow~"

Shen Yan: "..."

7. Cherry

Song Qikun always ran to the opposite door these two days, sometimes he went empty-handed, sometimes he brought papers of various subjects, stayed for an hour and came back with cat fur all over.

Wang Zhiyun couldn't bear him, he had to talk three meters away, and he was not allowed to sit in the living room without changing clothes, for fear of getting a cat hair.

Because of this, Song Ye was given a job. Once Song Qikun came back from the opposite door, he would carefully check whether there were any cat hairs in the places he passed.The washing machine is also a key point, Song Qikun has to clean it up after using it.

The racks where the clothes are hung are all reserved for him.

Song Qikun wanted to help, but was waved away by Wang Zhiyun, "Don't make trouble, you think you haven't lost enough?"

"..."

He felt sorry, but he couldn't control his desire to lick the cat.

Because milk tea is so cute.

He is obedient and clingy, if it weren't for the habits he has developed over the years, Song Qikun would really be able to put the test paper aside and focus on sucking cats regardless.

What's more, he also took on an important task-bring milk tea to lose weight.

Sneak around the community in the morning, noon and evening, most of the time he sips milk tea, and sometimes milk tea also sips him.

Shen Yan either waited for them directly at the starting point, or followed slowly.

Song Qikun advised him: "You are so thin that the wind can blow you away, you should exercise more."

"Lazy." Shen Yan said concisely.

The sun was so hot that he was sweating after walking for a while. Shen Yan parted his long bangs to the sides, and fastened his hat backwards.

He has inner double eyes, his eyelids are always lowered, and his lips are slightly pursed, giving people the impression of indifference and impatience.

And the scar on his right forehead that slanted through his eyebrows added a bit of fierceness.

Song Qikun really wanted to know how this scar came about, but he couldn't figure out why after holding it in for a long time.

If you don't ask, you care, but if you ask, you are afraid of offending.He was in a dilemma, and his heart was twisted into a twist.

He stared at it for a long time, Shen Yan tilted his head uncomfortably, "What's wrong?"

Song Qikun blinked twice: "It's okay."

The sun shines on the young man's shoulders through the gaps in the leaves, and the sweat-stained eyebrows and eyes seem to have a natural filter added, clean and clear.

Shen Yan lowered his eyes to avoid sight, raised his hand to straighten his baseball cap, and frowned under the brim of the hat, "Oh."

Song Qikun: "..."

After getting along for a few days, he also slowly figured out some of Shen Yan's temper, and understood that he was a little unhappy at the moment.

Song Qikun put the tip of his tongue against the back of his teeth, and said hesitantly: "Well, I want to ask..."

Shen Yan pursed his lips.

"Let's go fishing tomorrow, do you want to go together?"

Song Qikun changed his words when he reached his mouth, and Song Qikun sighed in his heart, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Me... us?" Shen Yan asked.

Song Qikun said: "If you go too, there will be three people, and the other is my friend."

"I don't know how to fish." Shen Yan said.

"It's okay, it's good to go for fun, just let the wind go." Song Qikun moved a few steps under the tree, and then said: "You don't know much about the Xinnongzhuang area. It's not far, and you can ride a bicycle for half an hour. arrive."

Shen Yan said: "I don't know how to ride a bicycle."

Song Qikun had never met a peer who couldn't ride a bicycle. After being surprised, he felt nothing, and said, "It's okay, I can take you."

The terrain of Wenheng District is flat, and the up and down slopes are gentle, so it is basically no problem to bring a person.

Shen Yan thought for a while and asked, "What time?"

Knowing that he agreed, Song Qikun said: "Around eight o'clock, go early and return early, and it's not very hot in the morning."

Shen Yan took off his hat: "Okay."

The change in the hat's status made Song Sikun want to laugh, but he didn't laugh because he gave enough face.

Shen Yan's face is really expressionless, but there are some other small movements, which can't be found unless you look carefully.

Although Song Qikun still couldn't fully understand the emotions expressed by these small movements, he could gradually guess the general idea.

From this, I also found that this person is actually quite cute, and the way of getting along with friends is clumsy and awkward.

Like a little domesticated hedgehog, when frightened, it curls its body with its spikes facing outwards, but as long as you coax it, you can easily touch its soft belly.

Milk tea twisted and walked in front, while the two behind were walking and chatting. When they passed the children's play area, they were stopped by a little girl in a floral skirt.

Rourou flew over like a butterfly, hugged Song Qikun's thigh, pointed to the balloon hanging on the tree, with big watery eyes, "Brother, my balloon."

Under the tree are her friends, each holding a balloon.The slightly taller boy held a thin wooden stick he found somewhere, and tiptoed to try to untangle the balloon string wrapped around the branch.

However, the height is really not enough, so I didn't even touch it.

Song Qikun walked over, stretched out his hand and put