During training in the afternoon, Wan Fei strongly requested to go to Qiu Yi's house together in the evening.
"It's been almost half a month," Wan Feite shook his head coolly, "I haven't watched our masterpiece properly yet!"
Bian Nan wiped the sweat off his face: "Damn, hurry up to the flower garden and shake your hair, the flower workers won't need to water for three days."
"Let's go together." Wan Fei covered his head with a towel, "Let me also experience the feeling of standing on the enemy's corpse."
"Come on," Bian Nan wiped off his sweat, took his bag and walked to the dormitory, "Why didn't you realize that night when the enemy was lying on the ground and couldn't move, running like Er Qi kicked his ass..."
But Wan Fei talked lively, and he didn't want to move when he went back to the dormitory and took a shower and lay down on the bed. When Bian Nan changed his clothes and was about to leave, he was already lying on the bed and fell asleep with his head facing the end of the bed.
Bian Nan found a notebook from the drawer, tore off a blank page, wrote the words "This is the head", and after a long time sketched and bolded it to cover Wan Fei's face, he walked out of the dormitory .
There are very few taxis on the school side, Bian Nan watched for a long time but didn't wait for a taxi, so he had to get on a Sanbengzi.
There is a traffic restriction in the urban area. After he got off the car, he was still a short distance away from Qiu Yan's house. He stood there thinking for a long time, and then hailed a taxi.
It's funny to take a taxi to go out and have to reverse the car, but today's training is tired, he really doesn't want to go for the last ten minutes.
When passing by the small supermarket at the entrance of the alley, Bian Nan originally planned to go in and buy some food for Qiu Yan, but thinking of Qiu Yi's attitude, he hesitated for a while and still didn't buy it. He would rather take Qiu Yan out to buy and eat now.
A few steps into the alley, a person walked up to me.
Bian Nan lowered his head and was looking at the bricks under his feet. He felt that someone was coming, so he stepped aside, and when he was about to go forward, he found that person was blocking him.
He frowned and raised his head, only to find that the person standing in front of him was actually Shen Tao.
"What are you doing here?" Shen Tao had an uneasy expression on his face.
"What do you want me to do for a walk?" Bian Nan put his hands in his pockets and looked at Shen Tao.
"Then you go for a walk." Shen Tao stared at him and stepped out of the way.
Bian Nan glanced at him, then continued to walk into the alley, and after walking a few steps, he found Shen Tao following him.
He didn't turn his head, looking at the shadows on the ground, although not everyone likes to do sneak attacks like Pan Yifeng and his gang, but occasionally they can't keep them safe, he himself just finished sneak attacking Qiu Yi within two days.
However, Shen Tao didn't move behind him, Bian Nan pushed the door into the yard, and he followed.
In the courtyard, only the neighbor's old lady was sitting under the grape arbor and listening to the radio. Bian Nan said hello, grandma, and then saw a small figure running out from the kitchen.
He quickly bent over and opened his arms.
"Da Huzi, you are here!" Qiu Yan threw himself into his arms and shouted loudly, looked behind him, and shouted again, "Brother Xiaotao, are you still here?"
"I left something behind." Shen Tao smiled at Qiu Yan and walked into the kitchen.
"Are you cooking? Is your father in the house?" Bian Nan planned to go into the house to say hello to Qiu's father. After hugging Qiu Yan, he saw Qiu Yi leaning against the kitchen door.
"Father is not feeling well today, go to bed after taking the medicine," Qiu Yan put his arms around his neck, "my brother and I are cooking."
"Unwell? Are you sick?" Bian Nan glanced into the room.
"It's not that I'm sick. Dad sometimes feels uncomfortable." Qiu Yan said.
Bian Nan was afraid of disturbing Qiu's father, so he didn't enter the house, and sat down beside the grape arbor. Qiu Yan took out a red plastic five-pointed star from his pocket and handed it to him: "This is the prize I won today, and it's for you." .”
"Thank you, you are so capable, and you can win an award." Bian Nan took the pentagram and fumbled in his pocket for a long time without finding anything except the wallet. "I'll take you shopping later."
"It's not that I can't eat snacks on weekends," Qiu Yan whispered in his ear, "My brother won't let me."
"Then I'll take you to buy toys." Bian Nan glanced at Qiu Yi, but Qiu Yi didn't look at him, but met the displeased Shen Tao, thunderbolt and lightning.
"I'm not leaving." Shen Tao also leaned against the kitchen door, crossing his arms.
"Then squat at the gate of your yard," Qiu Yi looked at him, "I'm still cooking here, so don't make trouble for me."
"There's a troublemaker squatting there, you let him go first." Shen Tao didn't move.
"Whatever you want," Qiu Yi hopped towards the stove twice, "You have to let Qiu Yan see what you fucking don't want to stand out from me."
"Damn it!" Shen Tao cursed in a low voice.
"I want to rely on whomever I want." Qiu Yi frowned.
"Call me if you have anything to do." Shen Tao hesitated for a while and said.
"Yeah." Qiu Yi nodded.
When Shen Tao walked out of the yard, he turned his head and stared at Bian Nan. Bian Nan was not polite, and stared back impatiently. If not for Qiu Yan still leaning on him, with Shen Tao's attitude, he would have swung the chair up. .
"I'm going to help my brother cook." Qiu Yan said goodbye to Brother Xiaotao and planned to run to the kitchen.
"You know, your brother can do it, you're not helping." Bian Nan held him back, watching Qiu Yi bouncing around on one foot in the kitchen was very enjoyable.
"The doctor said he can't go to the ground yet," Qiu Yan frowned, "I'm worried."
Qiu Yan said this like an adult, Bian Nan was speechless for a while, so he had to let go.
After Qiu Yan ran into the kitchen, Bian Nan sat in the yard, looking up at the grape leaves that had already grown a lot, while the old lady kept watching him from the side.
After sitting for two minutes with her persistent gaze, Bian Nan couldn't sit still anymore, and turned his head: "Grandma, what do you need?"
"Go and help." The old lady reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and looked at him with a puzzled face, probably thinking that he was very active in cooking before, so why now he just stood by and watched.
"Oh." Bian Nan stood up helplessly, and walked slowly towards the kitchen.
As soon as he walked outside the kitchen door, he saw Qiu Yi jumping up and down to get the plate, but Qiu Yan happened to stop him, he staggered, and his leg with the plaster cast reflexively fell to the ground.
"Hey!" Bian Nan was startled, he would definitely fall if he hit the ground, so he rushed over to grab Qiu Yi's arm.
Qiu Yan was also taken aback, and took several steps back to the side.
"It's not helpful to say you're helping," Bian Nan tilted his head at him, "Go out and wait."
Qiu Yan quickly ran out of the kitchen and stood by the door: "I want to get the plates."
"Let me do it," Bian Nan glanced at Qiu Yi and said angrily, "You can't stand firmly on any stake."
"I'll let you try it another day." Qiu Yi replied calmly.
"Fuck," Bian Nan understood what he meant, and lowered his voice, "Are you afraid of you, I'll leave my words here, come here if you have the ability!"
Qiu Yi didn't make a sound, Bian Nan didn't say any more, Qiu Yan who was standing outside the door made them dare not even say harsh words out loud.
"Okay, let me do it." Bian Nan held Qiu Yi's arm and dragged him out of the kitchen.
After helping Qiu Yi into the room, Bian Nan threw him on the bed: "Stay here."
"Excuse me..." Qiu Yi lay down on the bed and pointed to the quilt at the foot of the bed.
Bian Nan felt impatient and went over to put the quilt away, hesitated for a while, and put Qiu Yi's casted leg on the quilt.
"Thank you." Qiu Yi said.
"Do you have to cook by yourself?" Bian Nan frowned, "I found out that you are really sick, and you can die of poverty by ordering a takeaway?"
"I have to stay in bed for a month, three meals a day, my dad can make do with breakfast, and two takeaway meals," Qiu Yi said calmly, resting his arms on his pillow, "The cheapest box lunch at the entrance of the Hutong is ten yuan, and my family of three People, sixty a day, Qiu Yan is half a person, fifty a day, how much is a month? Do you know how much I earn a month working in a restaurant at night? Oh, now the money is gone... "
"Okay, okay!" Bian Nan interrupted him, and Qiu Yi said this, which made him suddenly feel a little inexplicably guilty. Originally, he wanted to vent his anger, and he didn't think about the big pile of things behind him at all. Unlucky chain reaction.
But when he thinks that Qiu Yi might know about his mess, he always feels a little bit upset from embarrassment to anger.
"Do you understand?" Qiu Yi was still not in a hurry.
"Don't look for trouble when you have nothing to do," Bian Nan pointed at him, "I'll save Er Bao's face and not talk to you so much, so don't just fuck me!"
"One thousand and five." Qiu Yi said.
"Fuck!" Bian Nan cursed, turned around and went out.
Qiu Yi reached out to turn on the lamp beside the bed, took a book and opened it.
He was not surprised that Bian Nan would really come today, he could see that Bian Nan liked Qiu Yan very much, and he would come if he agreed.
Bian Nan didn't want to see him, and he didn't want Bian Nan to hang around in front of him all the time. If he had to lie in bed every day and think about urinating for five minutes, it wasn't Bian Nan who made up his mind. After a fight, he wouldn't be so irritable.
But it happened that Bian Nan made him unable to go out for a month, unable to work, unable to make up classes, and his father and Qiu Yan had no one to take care of him, so that was something else, he couldn't bear it.
Come however you feel uncomfortable.
Bian Nan tossed in the kitchen for half an hour, frying the vegetables that Qiu Yi had already cut, but because he didn't know which dish should go with which, he guessed that he would mix and fry them casually.
After putting the dishes on the table, Qiu Yan ran into the back room: "Brother is eating, let me help you."
Because there was no Papa Qiu present, Bian Nan put on no show and stood in the living room without moving.
Two seconds later, Qiu Yan ran out and entered Qiu's father's room, and pushed the wheelchair out. Before that, Qiu Yan had been fighting in the kitchen, but now he ran out and in again, his nose covered in sweat.
"Let me come, you serve the meal." Bian Nan patted him, and pushed the wheelchair into the room.
Qiu Yi had already got up, standing by the bed with his support on the table.
Bian Nan pushed the wheelchair behind him, turned around and prepared to walk away.
"Hey," Qiu Yi jumped and took a step back. When his leg touched the wheelchair, the wheelchair moved back, "Put the brakes on."
"Brakes?" Bian Nan went over to look, "Does the wheelchair have brakes? Where? Where should I pinch the brakes?"
"What do you think is a bicycle?" Qiu Yi pointed to the back of the wheel, "That black handle, pull it down."
"Where did your flamboyant bicycle go?" Bian Nan pulled down the black handle, shook the wheelchair, and it still didn't move, "Did you break your bone too?"
"In the utility room." Qiu Yi sat on the wheelchair.
Bian Nan stood behind him, and seeing Qiu Yi sitting firmly, he pushed the wheelchair: "Fly!"
The wheelchair did not rush out towards the door as Bian Nan wished, but stopped after only half a foot forward.
"What kind of broken wheelchair am I! Do I have to push it..." Bian Nan couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pushed it again, but he didn't push it.
Qiu Yi turned his head to look at him, and after a few seconds he said, "The handbrake is on."
Bian Nan was a little annoyed at once, and when he bent down and opened the black handle and was about to give another Tathagata palm, Qiu Yan poked his head in from the door: "Brother, are you alright?"
"Okay," Qiu Yi pushed the wheel of the wheelchair, and the wheelchair slid forward slowly, "Are you hungry?"
"It's okay," Qiu Yan smiled a little embarrassedly, and looked at Bian Nan again, "Da Huzi's dishes are delicious!"
"Of course it smells good," Bian Nan followed behind Qiu Yi's wheelchair, "I have ten years of skill..."
Bian Nan was tired for a long time before cooking the dishes, but the dishes were really not very good, except for the appearance, there was nothing else.
But it can be regarded as exhausting his best, and this has to be counted in the training results during this period.
"Do you want to save some for your dad?" Bian Nan asked Qiu Yan.
"No, I drank porridge and fell asleep in the afternoon," Qiu Yi replied aside, lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, "Is there any salt in my house?"
"Yes..." Bian Nan said smoothly, and then gave Qiu Yi a sideways glance, "If it's light, it's light, what a detour."
"It's only a little bit weaker," Qiu Yan took a sip from the bowl, "It's also delicious."
"You can drink Coke if you want." Qiu Yi said.
"Really?" Qiu Yan jumped off the chair, ran to the refrigerator and took out a Coke, "Really?"
"Well, I reward you for being able to speak and becoming more and more polite." Qiu Yi nodded.
"Damn it," Bian Nan cursed in a low voice, telling Qiu Yi not to make detours. The detours are getting bigger and bigger. He didn't get a good word for the dishes he had worked so hard for a long time. He stood up and took Qiu Yi's bowl, "Add some salt, the patient's mouth is weak."
"No need." Just as Qiu Yi wanted to take back the bowl, Bian Nan had already pushed his hand back on the table.
"It's okay," Bian Nan bared his teeth and smiled at him, "I'll serve you."
Bian Nan took Qiu Yi's bowl into the kitchen, opened the salt shaker, scooped up a spoonful of salt, hesitated for a moment, then poured some back, thought again, scooped out a little more, and then put it into the soup .
"Thank you." Qiu Yi watched Bian Nan put back the bowl in front of him.
"Have you tasted the saltiness?" Bian Nan sat down and looked at him seriously.
"It's suitable," Qiu Yi picked up a piece of pork ribs. What he wanted to do before was pork ribs with fermented soybeans, but now there are only ribs on the plate. "The fermented soybeans in your ribs..."
When he saw the tempeh on the Chinese cabbage plate next to him, he didn't say any more, he chewed the ribs silently, but luckily the ribs could be bitten.
"This is pork ribs with soy sauce," Bian Nan said. When he was making the pork ribs, he had already started the pot before he saw the fermented soy sauce beside him, so he had to throw the fermented soy sauce into the Chinese cabbage. "Drink some bone soup."
"Drink later." Qiu Yi said.
"Er Treasure," Bian Nan took a sip of the soup and looked at Qiu Yan, "Is the soup bad? Even your brother doesn't want to drink it."
"It's not difficult to drink," Qiu Yan immediately buried his head and drank the soup in the bowl, then turned his head and whispered to Qiu Yi, "Brother, Da Huzi has been making it for a long time."
Qiu Yi suddenly regretted that he had been teaching Qiu Yan to respect other people's labor. He smiled, picked up the bowl, and took a sip.
"Is it delicious?" Bian Nan also turned his head, imitating Qiu Yi and looking at him expectantly.
Qiu Yi covered his mouth and coughed: "... delicious."
"Then have a couple more sips." Bian Nan said with a smile, laughing so much that he himself wondered if it would be too obvious.
"In a while." Qiu Yi put down the bowl, the soup made his eyebrows twitch together, and quickly picked up a chopstick of fermented soya bean and Chinese cabbage and wrapped it in his mouth.
Bian Nan didn't continue to persuade him, Qiu Yi was too calm, he might not be able to get back with revenge, it would be more appropriate to run away as soon as he felt refreshed.
But when the meal was over, Bian Nan had been dealing with Qiu Yan, who had an explosive chatterbox, and he was surprised when Qiu Yi filled another bowl of soup. He didn't know when the bowl of dead donkey had been drunk by Qiu Yi.
"Would you like to add salt?" Bian Nan suddenly felt a little sorry, this question was sincerely asked, the soup was indeed watered down.
Qiu Yi frowned and glanced at him, then lowered his voice: "Are you finished yet?"
"Fuck, I mean it!" Bian Nan clicked his tongue, lowered his head and took two mouthfuls of food, "Believe it or not."
"Really," Qiu Yi smiled, "I remember."
Bian Nan was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he couldn't help cursing: "Fuck you."
As soon as he said this, Qiu Yi suddenly threw the chopsticks in his hand on the table, and before Bian Nan could react, Qiu Yi punched him in the face.