When Shen Tao and Jiang Kai led Qiu Yan into the ward, Qiu Yi was lying on the bed watching TV with his right leg suspended in the air.
"It's very imposing." Shen Tao touched the plaster cast on his leg, "I helped you fix the paint on your car, and the paint that fell off can't be fixed. If you can't find the same color paint, you have to change it all if you want to paint it. .”
"It's okay." Qiu Yi watched Qiu Yan put a can of soup on the small cabinet beside the bed, and reached out to touch his head, "Where did this soup come from?"
"I made bone soup," Qiu Yan said, "Eat bones to make up bones."
"Fart," Qiu Yi tapped the jar with his finger, "We don't have such a jar at home."
"The pot from Grandma Li's house," Qiu Yan frowned. He didn't dare to say that the soup was bought, let alone someone else bought it. "Drink it quickly."
"Er Bao, go get some hot water." Shen Tao shook the kettle next to him, "Can you make it?"
"Yes." Qiu Yan picked up the kettle, turned and ran out of the ward.
"You care too much, drink the bone soup for you, ask so many." Shen Tao opened the jar and smelled it.
"I said that he is not allowed to spend money randomly," Qiu Yi looked at the TV, "I also said that he is not allowed to lie."
"He saw your legs trembling, isn't it for your own good to buy bone soup?" Jiang Kai clicked his tongue, "Don't lie, you are the first brother to lie."
"What did I lie about?" Qiu Yi glanced at him.
"Who did this?" Shen Tao pointed to his leg, then tapped on the plaster, "Pan Yifeng?"
"Don't tell me he already recognized it." Qiu Yi smiled.
"Then who are we going to get you back after you've been discharged from the hospital?" Shen Tao stared at him.
"Pan Yifeng." Qiu Yi took the soup jar next to him. The spoons are all disposable. He returned the jar from Grandma Li's house. Grandma Li's family still uses disposable spoons to eat...
Shen Tao and Jiang Kai left after not staying in the ward for long, and had to go back to school. Now the head teacher came to check the room once a day. Except for the few people who did not live on campus, all other people who reported to live on campus had to be counted.
Qiu Yi drank up the bone soup that Qiu Yan brought, shook the disposable spoon in front of his eyes, and threw it into the trash can: "Okay, you go back to do your homework, don't make bone soup tomorrow."
"Brother," Qiu Yan was silent for a long time after calling him, then turned his head to look at him and asked softly, "Did you fight?"
"I said it fell into a ditch." Qiu Yi said.
"I don't believe it." Qiu Yan frowned.
Qiu Yi looked at him with a serious face and said nothing. After a while, he couldn't help laughing: "Why don't you believe me?"
"You're not that stupid," Qiu Yan lay down on the edge of the bed, putting his face against his arm, "Brother, are you fighting?"
Qiu Yi sighed lightly: "Yes."
"Why do you always fight?" Qiu Yan also sighed.
"I didn't fight," Qiu Yi looked at the person in the next bed, and said softly, "I was just beaten."
"If you don't hit someone first, they won't beat you." Qiu Yan's logic was quite clear, "Why do you always fight?"
Qiu Yi pinched Qiu Yan's hair and rubbed it lightly: "Why do you sometimes step on towels secretly in the yard?"
Qiu Yan suddenly raised his head: "Did you see it?"
"I even stepped on clothes." Qiu Yi said with a smile.
"You peek at me!" Qiu Yan lowered his head a little embarrassedly, "I only step on it when I'm unhappy."
"You don't need to peek to know," Qiu Yi clicked his tongue, "Your footprints are all on the back of my clothes..."
"I'm not happy to step on things that I wouldn't normally step on." Qiu Yan covered his face and said in a muffled voice.
"So," Qiu Yi smiled, "Me too."
It took Qiu Yan a long time to look up at him: "Brother, are you tired?"
"It's okay," Qiu Yi looked at the phone, "Okay, you go back quickly, the bus will be gone in a while, go back to bed after finishing your homework, I will call Dad to ask if you have slept."
"Well," Qiu Yan packed the soup can in a bag, walked to the door of the ward and turned around, "I'll be fine when I grow up."
"Then you grow up quickly."
When Erbao called Bian Nan the next day to ask him to get the soup pot, Bian Nan was abused by Lao Jiang so much that he almost crawled out of the field on his knees, and was sitting on the sidelines watching the beads of sweat dripping from his feet.
"What jar?" He didn't realize what Erbao was talking about.
"Soup jar, isn't that jar from the restaurant?" Er Bao said anxiously.
"Oh, it's okay, just pay a deposit of 20 yuan and take it out," Bian Nan smiled, "You can use it at home, I'm too lazy to go and pay it back, don't you have to continue to deliver soup to your brother?"
"I won't give it away. My brother can see that he bought the soup. I don't want soup today." Er Bao said very depressed.
"What's wrong with your brother? What's wrong with the purchase? Do you have to let an eight-year-old make bone soup at home!" Bian Nan yelled in displeasure, "I'm not afraid of accidents!"
"He doesn't drink soup anymore," Er Bao whispered, "Papa said to cook him some porridge."
"Your dad cooks?" Bian Nan asked, Erbao's dad sitting in a wheelchair flashed before his eyes.
"My dad taught me, I cook, and it's not difficult to cook porridge." Er Bao replied confidently.
Bian Nan felt that he might be sick, so after training, he took a shower and climbed over the wall to leave the school.
Taking a taxi to cook porridge for Er Bao would kill him a hundred times, but he never thought he would do it.
Erbao's family's economic conditions are probably not very good, so his brother doesn't eat in the hospital, and he doesn't agree to go to the restaurant to buy food, so he just buys some food at home to cope.
Bian Nan didn't know how Erbao's family usually cooks, but when he arrived at Erbao's house, Erbao's father was sitting in a wheelchair directing Erbao to wash rice.
"Big Huzi!" Er Bao squatted by the pool in the yard, looked up and saw Bian Nan, and shouted in surprise, "Why are you here!"
"Hello, Uncle," Bian Nan said hello to Er Bao's father first, then went to Er Bao's side and pulled the two grains of rice off his nose, "I'm passing by... come and see."
Erbao's father was very sorry that Bian Nan wanted to cook the porridge, and followed behind him to say no.
"Uncle, it's nothing." Bian Nan's movements are actually not much more proficient than Er Bao's. He has never stayed in the kitchen since he was a child. "You can direct me as long as you command me. I also do voice control."
Washing the rice, draining the water, and mincing the meat, Bian Nan frantically bustled around in the kitchen under the guidance of Erbao's father to cook the porridge.
Cooking porridge is not as labor-intensive as bone soup. It didn't take long to cook. Bian Nan took a lunch box and packed the porridge: "I'll take a taxi to take you there."
"No, no, no," Erbao's father was quite sorry, and hurriedly stopped him, "I told the old Mr. Li's family at the entrance of the alley, he drives a taxi, and he will be able to take him there when he happens to be on the night shift."
"Oh," Bian Nan nodded, put the porridge jar in a cloth bag and tied it up, "Then I'm leaving too, I... come over to help tomorrow."
Bian Nan could tell that Er Bao's family was not in good condition, but Er Bao was obviously raised very delicately, and had never done any work, and Er Bao's father couldn't do any work, so he could move his arms.
Originally, Bian Nan wanted to ask the neighbors in the courtyard to help with it, but when the pot of porridge was cooked, he saw three neighbors, a widowed old lady, an old couple, and a family that had been unoccupied for a long time... Probably usually Brother Erbao has to take care of him.
As Bian Nan grows up, it's the first time that he cooks for others on time and on time. Although he doesn't do very well, his level has improved quite quickly.
In the beginning, I cooked porridge, then I started to add things to the porridge, and then I started to stir-fry. It took two days for me to paste, but then I made great progress and I was able to stir-fry the tricks.
"I think I can open a restaurant." He said to Er Bao who was standing behind him while turning over the ribs in the pot.
"Then I'll eat it every day," Er Bao laughed happily, "otherwise you will lose money."
"Who said that!" Bian Nan scooped out a rib from the pot and put it in his mouth to taste it, "I think it's pretty good."
"My brother will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow," Er Bao leaned over to the stove, "Let him make you a meal then, and you'll know."
"Discharged from the hospital?" Bian Nan was stunned, he only stayed in the hospital for a week, "Discharged after a week of fracture?"
"It's been a week and two days," Er Bao nodded. "The cast hasn't been removed yet. My brother said to go home and rest, change the dressing and then go to the hospital."
Bian Nan didn't make a sound, probably because he wanted to save money, as a day in the hospital would cost a lot.
"Are you still here?" Er Bao suddenly tugged at the hem of his clothes.
"Ah?" Bian Nan looked at him, "What?"
"Are you still here to cook after my brother is discharged from the hospital?" Er Bao grabbed the corner of his clothes.
Erbao is very sticky to him, every time he comes over, Erbao will pester him and talk for a long time, Bian Nan pats his head: "Can your brother move? If you can't move, I will come back for two more days."
"I don't know if I can move." Er Bao lowered his head, "The legs are still hanging up."
"Then I'll take a look tomorrow." Bian Nan knelt down and hugged Er Bao, "Is it because your brother doesn't usually play with you, lonely kid."
"He doesn't have time," Er Bao put his arms around his neck, "My brother is very busy with work and school."
"Your brother is still in school?" Bian Nan was taken aback, he always thought that Dabao had officially started working.
"Well," Erbao nodded, then turned to look at the pot again, "Is it mushy again?"
Bian Nan hurriedly jumped up and turned down the fire, and pulled the ribs in the pot a few times: "It's not mushy, it's almost... only a little..."
The next day when Bian Nan was about to climb over the wall and go out again, Wan Fei stopped him: "Brother Nan, you don't go on dates every day, do you?"
"Who are you dating?" Bian Nan stretched out his hands in front of his eyes, showing the two blisters on his hands that were scorched by You Xingzi, "Heiyan?"
"Rely on you, this is obviously Xiaozhi's fire-breathing dragon..." Wan Fei sighed, "You probably wouldn't care so much if you had a real brother."
"I don't know," Bian Nan thought for a while, and when Bian Xinyu saw his cloudy face drifting past his eyes, he was suddenly depressed, "I haven't felt it before."
"The Internet cafe is waiting for you at night?" Wan Fei lay down on the bed.
"En." Bian Nan took his coat and left the dormitory.
Bian Nan took a taxi to the alley of Er Bao's house, and bought a bottle of Coke and a few packs of snacks in the small supermarket. Er Bao liked to eat these, but he probably didn't eat them all the time. Every time Bian Nan bought him something, he would give him a second look. glow.
Erbao's house was already very familiar to Bian Nan, and he pushed open the door of Erbao's house as soon as he entered the courtyard.
"The big tiger is here," Erbao's father was in the living room, and when he saw him, he immediately waved, "I was wondering if you would come today."
"I promised that Erbao would come." Bian Nan smiled, and heard someone talking in Erbao's room, probably Erbao's brother.
He walked over and was about to knock on the door when Er Bao rushed out of the room: "Big Huzi!"
"Hey, brake," Bian Nan patted his head and handed him the snack bag, "Here's for you, eat slowly."
"My brother is back," Er Bao pulled his hand into the back room, and then called inside, "Brother, the big tiger is here."
"Oh," someone inside responded, "Is the big tiger here?"
The voice was not high, but Bian Nan heard it clearly, and he was taken aback for a moment.
He doesn't have the ability to remember every ear, but he can remember certain sounds very clearly, such as a provocative voice close to his ear.
Erbao didn't notice his change and dragged him into the back room.
When Bian Nan saw the person lying on the bed clearly, he had the urge to turn his head and go out to jump into the dry well in the alley.
Qiu Yi!
It would be Qiu Yi!
It's actually that bastard Qiu Yi!
Such a cute second treasure is actually Qiu Yi's younger brother!
Bian Nan stared at Qiu Yi who was lying on the bed, and remained silent for a long time.
"Hello," Qiu Yi was quite calm when he saw him, as if he was meeting him for the first time, "Thank you for taking care of my brother and my dad during this time."
I fucking want to take care of your uncle!
Bian Nan gritted his teeth, embarrassed, annoyed, ashamed, and tossing back and forth with a trace of guilt or embarrassment that he couldn't tell. He took a lot of effort to force out a dry smile: "No thanks."
Then he grabbed Er Bao who was about to go out to pour water for him, gritted his teeth and kept a smile on his face: "Baby, I must have mental problems so I didn't ask all this time, what's your name?"
"Qiu Yan," Er Bao glanced at Qiu Yi, raised his head to look at Bian Nan, "My name is Qiu Yan, my brother's name is Qiu Yi, and I never asked what your name is."
"My name is Bian Nan," Bian Nan stared at Qiu Yi, "Bian Nan."
After finishing speaking, he held Qiu Yan's chin and stared at it for a long time in disbelief: "You and your brother don't look alike at all! Why do you have black eyes!"
What Bian Nan said is true. Qiu Yan is very beautiful, like a doll, but it is completely different from Qiu Yi's face with obvious mixed-race features. If he looks two points similar, he will not be like a donkey. It seems that he has been busy working for Qiu Yi for so long!
"But my hair is curly." Qiu Yan shouted while running out to pour water.
The polite smile on the corner of Qiu Yi's mouth was replaced by a hint of teasing: "I'm sorry to scare you."
"I'll fuck your uncle Qiu Yi!" Bian Nan pointed at Qiu Yi and lowered his voice, "Did you already know that!"
Qiu Yi glanced at the door: "Guess."
Bian Nan couldn't hold back his face, he didn't suppress the fire, rushed over and grabbed Qiu Yi's collar: "Don't make me angry again, do you think I dare not beat you at your house?"
"Big Huzi," Qiu Yanstick came in with a glass of water, and was startled when he saw Bian Nan's action, "What's the matter!"
"No, no, no... nothing." Bian Nan let go of his hand quickly, and straightened Qiu Yi's collar, "There are dirty things on your brother's clothes."
"Oh," Qiu Yan handed him the cup, and happily pulled a chair over for him to sit on, "Would you like to cook together later?"
"Don't let Dahuzi cook," Qiu Yi's father pushed the wheelchair to the door, "I'll make it later, Dahuzi will have a meal at home, and run away after finishing cooking, let's eat together today."
"I came here after eating," Bian Nan couldn't describe his feelings. He had to put on a happy smile in front of the person he hated the most, "Uncle, leave me alone."
"I'll make whatever you want," Qiu Yi's father smiled and pushed the wheelchair to the kitchen, "You can eat whatever you want, you're welcome."
"I'll cook first," Qiu Yan ran out, shouting as he ran, "Brother, I can cook now!"
"It's amazing," Qiu Yi said, still looking at Bian Nan, and when he heard that his father and Qiu Yan had gone to the kitchen, he said to Bian Nan, "Thanks for your hard work."
"You don't talk to me, I'm afraid I can't help beating you." Bian Nan was so stuffed that he almost vomited. He had seen Tian'er come to cook for more than a week, and after a long time of trouble, it was actually for Qiu Yi made!
No matter how you think about it, you act like an idiot!
Qiu Yi also stopped talking, put his legs on the quilt, took the book, opened it and began to read.
Bian Nan sat for two seconds, stood up and planned to go to the kitchen to have a look, he was afraid that he would not be able to suppress his anger for a while and smashed even the plaster cast and his legs if he stayed like this with Qiu Yi.
When he reached the door, he stopped and glanced at Qiu Yi: "I almost forgot to check my results, how is it, did you beat professionally?"
"It's not bad," Qiu Yi put down the book, "Fibula fracture, the fracture line was seen on the X-ray, and there was no obvious displacement. The physical examination showed multiple soft tissue injuries. It is recommended to be hospitalized for observation and fixed with plaster. After one month, the X-ray film will be taken to remove the plaster..."
"That's right," Bian Nan suddenly felt a little inexplicable, reached out and tapped on the plaster, bared his teeth at Qiu Yi, "Do you want to get it back, I'll wait for you."