After the two of them spoke their lines with fierce faces, the yard fell into a brief silence.
These people can tell at a glance that they are not professional gangsters, but ordinary people and ordinary people's friends of ordinary people. In terms of style, they are definitely not as good as Bian Nan and Wan Fei.
In order to strengthen the sense of conflict, Bian Nan walked up to Qiu Yi with a stick, wiped Qiu Yi with the stick and smashed it on the chair next to him, and said viciously: "I won't leave today if I don't give you money!"
"No one can leave without taking the money!" Wan Fei turned back and carried Qiu Yan into the courtyard, kicking the courtyard door shut, "It's not easy for us, we are running back and forth in the hot weather, and there is still a road at the entrance of the alley." Help your buddies wait! If you don’t get some today, don’t think about it if we can’t pay the job!”
Hearing that there were still people waiting at the entrance of the alley, a man frowned: "We are also here to ask for money!"
"Then I don't care, it doesn't matter to me whether you want money or not," Bian Nan sat down on the chair, and lit the stick in his hand on the ground, "I knew you were relatives of his family. If he has no money, I will Whatever you want!"
"Is there such an unreasonable thing! I've never heard of it!" the woman shouted, and took two steps towards the gate of the yard.
"I've heard it now." Wan Fei walked slowly to the middle of the courtyard, glared at the man, and gave way to the courtyard gate not too obviously.
"Go back first," the man frowned, "it's a mess! What a mess!"
The few people standing in the courtyard moved, and then began to move towards the door.
"Want to leave?" Bian Nan stood up holding a stick.
No one answered him, and a few people walked out of the yard quickly before they heard their curses coming from the alley.
"Pay back the money, why run away!" Bian Nan was deeply involved in the scene, and knocked on the grape shelf next to him with his stick.
The grape trellis shook violently.
"Hey." Qiu Yi called him behind him.
"What are you doing!" Bian Nan turned around and pointed a stick at him.
"... Wake up," Qiu Yi looked up at the grape trellis, "Would you fix it if it fell apart?"
"I didn't try too hard," Bian Nan clicked his tongue, threw the stick aside, supported the stand and shook it, then suddenly turned his head to look behind Wan Fei, "Second Treasure!"
"Big Huzi!" Qiu Yan had been standing in the corner wiping his tears, and now he cried again, and ran over here while crying, "Brother—"
"Don't cry, don't..." Bian Nan bent down and opened his arms.
Qiu Yan wiped his tears and ran back from him and threw himself into Qiu Yi's arms: "Brother—"
Wan Fei was delighted when he saw it, and couldn't stop laughing.
"Hey!" Bian Nan shouted.
"Big Huzi—" Qiu Yan turned around and threw himself into Bian Nan's arms.
"Don't cry, don't cry," Bian Nan hurriedly hugged him, "It's okay, everyone has left, I didn't really ask your brother for money just now, do you understand acting?"
Qiu Yan cried very sadly, probably because he was very frightened, Bian Nan rubbed his back vigorously, and asked Qiu Yi under his voice: "What's going on?"
"I'll tell you later," Qiu Yi turned the wheelchair, "help me coax Erbao, I'll talk to my dad first."
"En." Bian Nan picked up Qiu Yan and wiped the tears on his face.
Qiu Yan's nose and eyes were red from crying, looking at the poor boy made Bian Nan's heart ache so much that he didn't know what to do when he hugged him, so he could only keep rubbing on Qiu Yan's head.
"My hair..." Qiu Yan said while pumping, "It's messed up."
"If it's messy, it's fine to comb it neatly." Bian Nan wanted to laugh a little, but now he thought of messing up his hair.
"There are... there are curls..." Qiu Yan continued to sob, "I messed up... combing... it hurts..."
"Then don't rub it, don't rub it anymore," Bian Nanlou sat him down, "It's not a mess."
"Brother Nan," Wan Fei sat down next to him, "those people should find out that our brothers are not guarding the alley when they go out..."
"So what?" Bian Nan was indifferent, and lowered his voice, "They are not gangsters, they just come to ask for money, can they come back and have another fight with us?"
"Don't worry about them if you come here! What's the matter..." Wan Fei turned his head and looked into the room, "Why are his relatives like this?"
"What's so strange, you think everyone is like your grandma's family, so the news broadcast..." Bian Nan sighed, and Qiu Yi's relatives were indeed somewhat surprising.
If he and Wan Fei hadn't come, how would Qiu Yi end this matter
"Fly," he thought for a while, then patted Wan Fei's shoulder, "Can you chop stuffing?"
Wan Fei was stunned: "Still making dumplings? It's all like this..."
"Dumplings, why don't you make dumplings?" Bian Nan held Qiu Yan's face and kissed him, "What's the matter, there is so much atmosphere in making dumplings, if there is something unhappy, the bags will be gone."
"... OK." Wan Fei nodded.
Qiu Yi sat by the bed, and his father lay on the bed with his eyes closed, neither talking nor moving.
Qiu Yi sat still and remained silent with his father.
A few minutes later, Dad sighed: "Is the big tiger still there?"
"Well," Qiu Yi responded, "to accompany Er Bao."
"Why don't you take some money and go to your second uncle's house tomorrow..." Dad sighed again.
"I said before that I would pay him part of it in October, and he agreed," Qiu Yi patted his father's hand, "Now I'm not here to make trouble for money, otherwise my uncle wouldn't have followed him."
"They're for the house." Dad turned his face to the wall.
"Don't worry about these things," Qiu Yi moved his arms, "Lie down and wait for dinner, let's make dumplings today."
"Qiu Yi," Dad opened his eyes and looked at him, "You..."
"Not tired, not hard," Qiu Yi smiled, "How many times have you asked these words."
"How is Er Bao?" Dad changed the subject.
"It's fine to cry for a while. I won't remember anything if I have something to eat. Don't worry." Qiu Yi moved the wheelchair and pushed it towards the door.
When Qiu Yi returned to the yard, he saw Bian Nan and Wan Fei crowded in the kitchen, and Qiu Yan came out of the kitchen holding a bowl of noodles.
"Brother!" Qiu Yan yelled when he saw him. There were no tears on his face, and he wiped it clean, but he still spoke with a nasal voice, "Make dumplings!"
"Put it on the table." Qiu Yi pointed to the small table under the grape arbor, "Go and turn on the lights here."
Qiu Yan put the basin away, ran to the door and pressed the switch with his foot, and a lamp hanging under the grape trellis turned on.
"Hey, is there still a light here?" Bian Nan came out and shouted, "I haven't seen it turned on before. When I turned on the light, I felt that this meal of dumplings was worth two thousand."
"The light bulb is broken, just replaced it today," Qiu Yi looked at the rolling pin in Bian Nan's hand, "The noodles haven't even mixed yet."
"I brought it to you," Bian Nan put the rolling pin in Qiu Yi's hand, then looked back at the kitchen, "I brought a helper, I didn't know Wan Fei could chop stuffing, you can relax .”
"Why is he here? Is there something wrong?" Qiu Yi knew very well that Wan Fei could not come to his house without something.
"That," Bian Nan sat down, squeezed a pinch of flour and played with it in his hands, and then he whispered after Qiu Yan ran into the kitchen, "He came there or something, to beat you up..."
"Come and let me beat you?" Qiu Yi said.
Bian Nan sprinkled flour on Qiu Yi's plaster: "He's an accomplice... hey, he's here to apologize. You can save face. You can beat him if you want, but don't hit your face."
"Forget it, I didn't remember him either," Qiu Yi blew off the flour on the plaster, "I remembered you."
Wan Fei knew how to chop stuffing, and he chopped it well. Dangdang for half an hour, after Bian Nan reconciled the noodles under Qiu Yi's guidance, he also chopped the dumpling stuffing.
"You can do it!" Bian Nan went into the kitchen to look at the results, and slapped Wan Fei on the head, "I really didn't realize you could do this."
"It will be like this, and I haven't had a chance to show my talents yet. My mother doesn't like dumplings." Wan Fei poked the stuffing with chopsticks, took it out and licked it, "The saltiness is just right, let's wrap it .”
"You can make dumplings for me when I come to your house in the future, and you don't have to work hard for your mother to make pancakes for me." Bian Nan took a pot of stuffing out of the kitchen, "I like the ones with shrimps the most."
Because he wanted to wrap more stuffing so that he could keep it for breakfast, so Wan Fei chopped up a big pot of stuffing, and it felt like he was going to feed a pig.
"Do you want to make dumplings! Do you want to make dumplings!" Qiu Yan turned around Bian Nan very excitedly, staring at the basin in his hand with his neck up.
"It's time to make a bag, so you stand aside," Bian Nan said. The ground in the yard is made of stone slabs, which are uneven over time. He is afraid that Qiu Yan will fall when he gets excited. "You will also learn to make bags later." A few let your father taste your craft."
"I can wrap!" Qiu Yan shouted and ran to the side and stood there, "But I wrap round ones!"
"You made glutinous rice balls, right?" Bian Nan was delighted when he heard that, and strode towards the table, turning his head to look at him as he walked, "I'll make one later..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly tripped over a raised stone slab under his feet, and he immediately staggered forward and rushed out.
It's over!
"Big Huzi—" Qiu Yan stood aside and shouted.
Bian Nan ignored him, and tried to keep his balance while holding the dumpling stuffing, trying to control his forward momentum, but probably because of the weight of the dumpling stuffing, he walked too gracefully before, and the inertia was simply unstoppable. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward two more steps, only to find that his legs could no longer keep up with the speed of his body.
I can't fall!
If this big pot of stuffing is put on the ground, I won't be able to eat dumplings until nine o'clock tonight...
Holding the basin, Bian Nan threw his body forward with his front legs behind him. Seeing that he was about to smash Qiu Yi's body with the basin, he had to roar: "Get out of the way!"
Qiu Yi was obviously taken aback, and quickly kicked his uninjured leg on the table, causing the wheelchair to slide backwards.
Seeing Qiu Yi dodge, Bian Nan gritted his teeth to keep the little balance finally broken, and after taking two more steps, he knelt down in front of Qiu Yi with his basin in his arms.
He freed up another hand to support the ground, and finally stopped.
"Are you okay?" Qiu Yi pushed the wheelchair forward, and stretched out his hand to pull him up.
"It's okay," Bian Nan propped his arms on the ground, and put the basin on the ground, "I'm scared to death."
"... Get back on your feet," Qiu Yi sighed, "The plaster cast scared you to pieces."
"You don't want to take advantage of it!" Bian Nan glared at him. As a tennis player who still has steps to train every day, this fall made him so embarrassed that he didn't even bother to confront Qiu Yi.
"What kind of appearance do you have! What are your steps!" Wan Fei stood at the door of the kitchen, only now came to his senses and ran over, grabbed his arm and pulled him up, laughing so loudly that his voice was out of tune, "I Relying on this speed is even better than usual training and rushing out!"
"You're so funny," Bian Nan stood up and patted the ashes on his pants, "Did I laugh when you were kneeling down the stairs?"
"Have you laughed for two days?" Wan Fei took the basin and put it on the table.
"Da Huzi, did you break it? I have medicine at home." Qiu Yan probably escaped from the state of shock at this moment, ran over and bent over to take a look at Bian Nan's trouser legs.
"It didn't break, and I didn't feel any pain." Bian Nan patted his head, "It must have scared you."
"No." Qiu Yan shook his head.
"It's so considerate," Bian Nan smiled and went to the sink to wash his hands, "Let's make dumplings!"
Wan Fei knows how to chop stuffing but not how to roll the dough. Bian Nan doesn't know anything and just waits to wrap it with ready-made dough. The job of rolling the dough can only be done by Qiu Yi.
Bian Nan pushed the wheelchair and adjusted it for several minutes before helping Qiu Yi find a comfortable position.
"You two make it together." Qiu Yi sprinkled dry flour on the table in front of him, took the prepared powder, bowed his head and began to roll out the dough.
"You can afford it..." Bian Nan was about to question it, but when he saw that Qiu Yi was taking two doses to start work at the same time, he was taken aback, "Is it..."
"I can offer it," Qiu Yi quickly rolled out two skins and threw them in the middle of the table, "Hurry up, I'm hungry."
Bian Nan took a piece of skin and turned it around in his hand for a long time. After Qiu Yi threw two more pieces over, he picked a big ball of stuffing and put it on.
"Too much." Qiu Yan scratched the edge of the table and stared at the stuffing in his hand.
"Not much," Bian Nan stretched out his hand and scratched his nose, "Dumplings with big stuffing are delicious."
"It's too big to fit." Qiu Yan reminded him persistently.
Being repeatedly reminded by a brat made Bian Nan very embarrassed, and he said persistently, "No..."
"Brother Nan, there are too many fillings." Wan Fei wrapped one and put it on the table.
"Shut up!" Bian Nan glared at him.
"Not much," Qiu Yi looked at the stuffing in his hand, "Not much without pleats, anyway, he probably won't be able to make pleats."
"My bag has no folds." Qiu Yan said happily.
"Can you please do it!" Bian Nan was a little annoyed, he pinched the skin and began to wrap, "I have folds! Look!"
"There are folds!" Qiu Yi said suddenly.
"Huh?" Bian Nan was taken aback, he hadn't closed the leather yet.
"Where is it?" Wan Fei leaned over to look.
Qiu Yi pointed at Bian Nan's eyebrows: "Here, the eyebrows are wrinkled."
"Hahaha!" Qiu Yan hugged Bian Nan's arm and laughed loudly, his voice was crisp and loud, and he couldn't stop laughing.
Bian Nan didn't make a dumpling for a long time and was very angry when Qiu Yi laughed at him, but Qiu Yan laughed endlessly, and Wan Fei was also enjoying himself. Li: "Sick."
After all kinds of efforts, Bian Nan broke the dumpling skin, glued another piece on it and made a patch, and finally wrapped it into a ball and placed it in the middle of the table.
The dumplings made by Wan Fei were not very good, they couldn't stand upright, they were all lying on their stomachs, but compared with the balls he made, these dumplings crawling under the feet of the balls suddenly became more beautiful.
"Just put half of the stuffing just now." Qiu Yi watched him pick up another piece of skin, and said something aside.
"Oh." Bian Nan picked up some stuffing with his chopsticks, scraped off a little bit on the edge of the basin, and then put it on the skin to start wrapping.
Bian Nan had never made dumplings before, and he had never seen anyone make dumplings. After making two dumplings clumsily, he began to think that making dumplings was quite interesting.
"Da Huzi, you are so smart," Qiu Yan stared at him, and said after watching him make a few dumplings, "The dumplings are better than Wan Fei's."
"That must be done!" Bian Nan immediately felt complacent. After practicing with a dozen or so dumplings, the dumplings he made could stand up, while Wan Fei was still lying on his stomach.
"Do you understand that the species are different?" Wan Fei clicked his tongue.
"Understood," Bian Nan nodded, "Mine is vertical, and yours is horizontal."
Qiu Yi put down the rolling pin, looked at the dumpling wrappers piled up in the middle of the table: "Can you two speed up?"
"I'm already speeding." Wan Fei buried his head in the pain, and didn't even have the time to look up at Qiu Yi.
"This speed is just right for us to have breakfast tomorrow morning," Qiu Yi picked up a piece of skin and started making dumplings, "I'll show you two a magic trick."
"What?" Bian Nan looked at him, "Big change?"
"Greatly changed dumplings." Qiu Yi said.