The movie started from halfway through. After watching it for a while, Bian Nan couldn't bear it anymore, and asked Qiu Yi in a low voice, "What's going on with this man?"
"I don't know," Qiu Yi also looked at it in a daze, "Just now I was reluctant to part with my wife, now I want to kill again..."
"I see!" Bian Nan pointed to the TV, "They both look the same."
Qiu Yi didn't make a sound, and watched for a few minutes before giving Bian Nan a thumbs up: "That's all."
Then the two fell into silence again.
After knowing what was going on in the movie, Bian Nan didn't have the heart to watch it anymore, so he got up and went into the back room to watch kid Qiu Yan do his homework.
Qiu Yan sat upright in front of the table and wrote very seriously. When Bian Nan walked to his side, he realized that he raised his head and looked at Bian Nan: "Look at what I wrote."
Bian Nan bent down and leaned over to take a look. Qiu Yan's writing was quite neat, but it took half an hour and he wrote less than one page.
"How much more to write?" Bian Nan couldn't help feeling a little worried.
"Just finish one more page." Qiu Yan pointed to the notebook.
"Then keep writing." Bian Nan patted his head.
Bian Nan returned to the living room, Qiu Yi was still watching the movie where the two faces looked the same, Bian Nan leaned on the sofa and played with his mobile phone boredly.
Because he and his father are often in a state of having nothing to say, he has always been quite used to this kind of embarrassing situation, but for some reason, it is especially awkward when the other party is Qiu Yi.
After playing with the phone for a while, he had nothing to say and said, "Is your mother Russian?"
"Yeah." Qiu Yi nodded.
"Fighting nation," Bian Nan gave a thumbs up, "you can see it on your body, Er Bao is nothing like that, little cotton ball."
"Really," Qiu Yi smiled, "It was the same when I was his age."
Bian Nan stared at Qiu Yi for a while, unable to imagine Qiu Yi who was as soft and delicious as Qiu Yan: "No way, you are too unscientific."
Qiu Yi smiled and did not speak, and continued watching the movie.
Bian Nan felt that this matter might have something to do with his mother's death, so he didn't ask further.
He can't understand what it feels like to lose his mother. If his mother suddenly disappeared... Bian Nan looked at the clock on the wall and thought for a long time. He should not have the painful feelings written in those books.
"Your mother treats you very well." Bian Nan asked with some emotion.
"Well," Qiu Yi put down the remote control, picked up the cup and took a sip of water, "Is your mother treating you badly?"
Bian Nan glanced at him: "I don't know, my mother and I haven't spent much time together."
Qiu Yi was silent for a long time before he said: "If I haven't stayed together, I should feel sorry for my son."
Bian Nan laughed a few times but didn't say anything.
Qiu Yi turned his head and looked at him with his fingers resting on his forehead, without moving for a long time.
"It's making you dizzy or something," Bian Nan touched his face uncomfortably, then lowered his head to check his pants. He rarely wears jeans, and maybe he forgot to pull them up. "We'll see the fee again." what."
"Just take a look," Qiu Yi still didn't move, "You don't have a good relationship with Bian Xinyu, do you?"
"Would that be better?" Bian Nan smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, with a disappointed expression on his face, "In their eyes, I'm called...original sin."
"Original sin?" Qiu Yi raised his eyebrows.
"Isn't it awesome? Bian Xinyu was only nine years old when she said that to me," Bian Nan laughed a few more times, "I went to find out what the hell it meant at that time."
"Find it?" Qiu Yi stretched his legs.
"Well, then I suddenly didn't feel like arguing with her anymore," Bian Nan rubbed his nose, "I was very unconvinced when I was young, why, why they can scold me as much as they want, beat me as much as they want..."
Bian Nan stretched his waist, and sighed: "Later, I realized that because my mother destroyed the family, I was carrying the original sin, and that's all."
Qiu Yi didn't speak any more, picked up the remote control and turned it over in his hand.
Bian Nanwo stared at the ceiling in a daze on the sofa for a while, and then suddenly realized that he had said so many things that he never mentioned at ordinary times.
Maybe it was because he knew that Bian Xinyu had said this to Qiu Yi, maybe it was too boring... But anyway, it made him a little uneasy, and he sat up straight.
Qiu Yi didn't respond, and Bian Nan froze for a long time. Out of wishful thinking, he tried to ask: "Your mother..."
Maybe his own mother is really hard to mention. He has always been curious about other people’s mothers. For example, Wan Fei’s mother is very good at cooking and is very forthright. Unfilial stuff...
"Passed away." Qiu Yi replied very simply.
It was so simple that Bian Nan didn't realize it for a moment: "Huh?"
"Car accident." Qiu Yi added.
"... Oh," Bian Nan was a little depressed about the two-sentence answer that he couldn't continue the conversation after talking on the phone without thinking, "Damn, I'm so honest when compared with you."
"You are big-hearted, like Erbao," Qiu Yi glanced at him, and with some difficulty reached out his hand to touch a pack of cigarettes from under the coffee table: "Or?"
"No," Bian Nan shook his head, looked at Father Qiu's room, and whispered, "Your father doesn't care if you smoke?"
"Come on," Qiu Yi smiled with a cigarette in his mouth, "I won't be able to find out just because of his limited mobility."
"Hey..." Bian Nan let out a long sigh.
About half an hour later, Qiu Yan jumped out of the back room holding his notebook, shook it proudly at Biannan, and then put the notebook on Qiu Yi's lap: "I'm done writing."
"When can you finish writing in half an hour and I'll let you drink Coke." Qiu Yi opened the notebook and looked at it. "The writing is getting better and better."
Qiu Yan leaned on Bian Nan: "The teacher also said that I can write well."
"It's amazing," Bian Nan put his arms around him and rubbed him hard a few times, "Oh, you're so funny."
Qiu Yan probably got tickled by him, laughed loudly a few times, and twisted into a ball on the sofa.
"Okay, that's right." Qiu Yi closed the notebook, "The big tiger should go back."
"Oh." Qiu Yan lay on the sofa without moving.
"I'll come to play with you when I have time." Bian Nan slapped his buttocks, stood up and prepared to take his bag and leave.
"Then when are you free?" Qiu Yan asked immediately.
"I..." Bian Nan scratched his head, when are you free
Before he knew that Qiu Yi was Dabao, he actually had a plan. Before Dabao's legs got better, he would try his best to come over and help with something. Qiu Yan and Qiu's father were both inconvenient at home, and he really couldn't bear it.
but now…
Knowing the truth, he shed tears, saving enough to string a necklace.
He is really reluctant to let him come here now, and it is too embarrassing...
"I have to come here tomorrow," Qiu Yi said suddenly, "I'm going to the hospital."
"What?" Bian Nan turned his head abruptly.
"Come here and take me to the hospital for an examination." Qiu Yi leaned on the chair and said very calmly.
Bian Nan leaned close to Qiu Yi's face, suppressing his voice: "Are you walking me?"
"If you don't walk, who are you walking with?" Qiu Yi also lowered his voice.
"Damn," Bian Nan continued to hold his voice, thinking about it and felt that he was not confident enough, "I thought we had a cordial and friendly conversation..."
"Then why don't you come over to do me a favor tomorrow in a friendly way." Qiu Yi narrowed his eyes.
Bian Nan gritted his teeth and held back for a long time: "Fuck! I will pay you, let's see who can disgust who to death."
"You can't speak foul words." Qiu Yan suddenly sat up from the sofa, looked at Bian Nan and said something.
"I..." Bian Nan glanced at him, "Stop talking."
Qiu Yan looked down in the notebook, took out a small red flower sticker stuck in the notebook, and waved to him.
Bian Nan had no choice but to squat down beside him: "What are you doing?"
"This is a reward," Qiu Yan carefully pasted the little red flower on his left cheek, "I'll give you one if you don't say foul words."
"Thank you." Bian Nan touched the sticker on his face helplessly.
After Bian Nan left with his bag, Qiu Yan stood in the living room for a while and turned around to run back to the back room. Qiu Yi stopped him: "Classmate Erbao."
"Ah." Qiu Yan leaned against the door frame and looked at him with one eye.
"Bring that bumblebee here," Qiu Yi beckoned, "Let's have a chat."
"... Oh." Qiu Yan entered the room and took out the bumblebee, and stood beside Qiu Yi with his head down.
"Do you know how much this thing costs?" Qiu Yi waved the bumblebee in front of his eyes.
"I don't know," Qiu Yan whispered, then raised his head after thinking about it, "50 yuan!"
"Ten times more than that." Qiu Yi said.
"Ah?" Qiu Yan counted seriously for a long time before his eyes widened, "So many!"
"Forget it this time," Qiu Yi flicked his forehead with his finger, "Don't ask others for things casually in the future, this may not be a big deal to Da Huzi, but it is different to our family, understand? ?”
Qiu Yan stared at the bumblebee for a long time, then lowered his head and whispered, "Well, I didn't know it was so expensive. Fang Xiaojun said his one was 30 yuan."
"Can he be the same as this one? His arms and legs can't move..." Qiu Yi sighed. He was actually quite conflicted about money. On the one hand, he didn't want Qiu Yan to calculate these things every day like him. But he also wanted him to understand the situation at home, "It's okay, don't talk about it, you can call Da Huzi, thank you, and don't ask anyone for things casually in the future."
"Oh," Qiu Yan took the phone, thought for a while and then turned to ask Qiu Yi, "Brother, how did you know that I wanted the bumblebee?"
"Isn't this nonsense, you don't tell people you want this, his careless idiot, would he think of giving you this?" Qiu Yi waved his hand, "After the phone call, wash your face and go to bed."
When Qiu Yan called, Bian Nan had just arrived downstairs in the dormitory.
"Second treasure?" He answered the phone, "What's wrong? Did your brother scold you!"
"Didn't scold me," Qiu Yan said in a low voice, "It was my brother who asked me to thank you for buying the bumblebee. I didn't know it was so expensive..."
"It's okay, it's not expensive," Bian Nan said quickly, "Take it as a gift from me on June 1, and I won't give you anything on June 1."
"I owe you back the money," Qiu Yan said in a softer voice, as if hiding, "but I remember it."
Bian Nan sighed, Qiu Yan sometimes acted like a little fool, and sometimes he was too thoughtful, he thought for a while: "Erbao, as for the money, you can just pay me back before you turn 18 years old, one year 40, this year has already been paid, how is it?"
"Okay!" Qiu Yan's voice suddenly became louder.
After talking on the phone with Qiu Yan, Bian Nan went back to the dormitory, took a shower and lay down on the bed in a daze.
There were a few people in the dormitory next door, those of Wang Bo, Bian Nan could hear their laughter when they were playing cards, and Wang Bo came over to call him twice, but he lay still.
Wang Bo saw it when he went out with his bag today, and knew that he was going home, and now that he came back with his bag, Bian Nan didn't want to talk to anyone, for fear that he wouldn't be able to make up a suitable answer when asked why.
He took the earphones and plugged them in, and listened to music for a while, but found that it didn't help to cultivate drowsiness, so he took his mobile phone and started playing games.
After playing for a few minutes, the phone rang, and he pressed it to answer it before he realized it was his father's number.
"Dad." He answered the phone.
"Why didn't you go home?" Dad said helplessly.
"I..." Bian Nan was taken aback for a moment, when did he not come home
"Auntie said to call you, and you said you won't go home. Didn't you not train this week?" Dad sighed.
Bian Nan sat up, bit his lip and remained silent for a long time before saying: "I have something to do, I'll go back tomorrow night."
"Auntie bought you a lot of clothes, you must come back tomorrow, you understand?" Dad said, "Do you want to ask Lao Wu to pick you up?"
"I'll just take a taxi and go back. There's no need to pick it up." Bian Nan felt his throat tighten, and he coughed a few times after hanging up the phone.
If it was him a few years ago, he would definitely not recognize this matter like this, he would definitely tell Dad, it's not that I don't come back, it's my aunt who doesn't let me go back.
But now he won't say that anymore. Auntie said it very cleverly on the phone. She didn't mention a word and refused to let him go home. If he wants to tell his father, he will become an ignorant child who picks on his aunt.
He threw the phone aside, lost the mood to play games, and his chest felt uncomfortable.
Sitting on the bed in a daze for a while, he jumped out of bed, picked up a chair and slammed it on the ground.
The chair belonged to Sun Yifan. Sun Yifan could shake the chair for half an hour every day, but the chair fell apart twice.
With Bian Nan's smash, the chair was simply separated.
Before he could calm down, he went to pick up a chair leg and threw it against the wall again.
Then he picked up the chair and swung it against the door.
Finally, he kicked the iron cabinet in the house several times before stopping gasping for breath, squatting on the ground in a daze.
"Bian Nan?" The door of the dormitory was gently pushed open, and Wang Bo held the door with one hand, as if closing the door at any time to avoid people, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Bian Nan squatted on the ground and glanced at him, "Go and play your cards."
"Did it bother you?" Wang Bo asked again when he saw the broken chair.
Bian Nan was usually cheerful, but when he really got angry, the coach couldn't stop him. Wang Bo had to come here to ask about the situation because he lost a card and was forced to do nothing.
"No," Bian Nan stood up and kicked the chair aside, "Do you have instant noodles in your room?"
"I have, you haven't eaten?" Wang Bo turned and walked to his dormitory, "I'll get it for you."
Wang Bo brought him a bowl of noodles and went back to continue playing cards.
Bian Nan took the kettle, opened it and tried it with his hands, frowning: "Damn it, not a single fart is hot..."
The water was lukewarm, so he probably wouldn't be able to soak the noodles, but he still poured the water into the bowl, covered it with a paper lid, and waited patiently facing the bowl for ten minutes.
When the time came, he lifted the paper cover and he couldn't help laughing, the water was cold, but the noodles were still whole.
He picked up the fork and poked it back and forth on the dough, and the dough was scattered by his poking and shaking, but the taste in his mouth was very bleak.
"Hey." Bian Nan got up and found a bottle of Wan Fei's pickled peppers on the shelf next to him, and put seven or eight small peppers into the bowl.
He is not very good at spicy food, he just took a couple of bites of a pickled pepper in his mouth, and before he had time to wrap the noodles in his mouth, he felt the blood on his whole face was boiling.
He quickly spit out the pickled peppers in his mouth, took a bottle of someone's water and took several gulps.
The spiciness in his mouth was not taken away by the water, it was still hot, Bian Nan drank all the water in the bottle, but he still couldn't save his tongue, tears came out.
He wiped his eyes, stood up and looked at himself in front of the mirror, his eyes were both red, as if he had just cried, and his nose was rosy.
"It's hopeless." He smiled at the mirror for a long time, then returned to the table and sat down.
Staring blankly at the noodles in the bowl for a while, he pushed the bowl away, lay down on his stomach, and put his eyes on his arms.