"Then what?" Seeing that Qiu Yi didn't make a sound, Bian Nan was a little embarrassed, "I don't mean anything else, I don't have many here, I just want to..."
"Thank you," Qiu Yi interrupted him, "Thank you very much."
"You don't need to be so polite," Bian Nan scratched his hair, and after waiting for a long time, Qiu Yi didn't speak again, so he could only ask again, "Are you done thanking you? Do you want it or not?"
Qiu Yi laughed, picked up the cup and took a sip of tea: "No need, but thank you very much."
"Why don't you thank me," Bian Nan took the cup and poured himself a cup of tea, his head was still a little dizzy, half of the tea was poured on the table, "I'm just worried, what will they do if they come again like this , can’t always have black and evil forces coming to ask for debts at the same time.”
"It's only natural to pay off debts," Qiu Yi looked at the tea in the cup, "It's not always like this, they are still relatives after all."
"This is a relative!" Bian Nan suppressed his voice, looked back at the bath room, Qiu Yan was still singing and washing in it, and he clicked his tongue, "Erbao is such a puppy character, he remembers eating but not beating .”
"Big Huzi!" Qiu Yan came out with his clothes in his arms after taking a shower, and saw Bian Nan sitting under the grape arbor at a glance, and yelled in surprise, running and jumping over, "Didn't you go away?" !"
"Well, I saw a watermelon at the entrance of the alley, so I bought one, do you want to eat it?" Bian Nan hugged him on his lap and touched his forehead, "Why is my head sweating just after taking a shower. "
"Singing!" Qiu Yan replied loudly.
Qiu Yi raised his index finger and put it to his mouth: "Everyone else is asleep."
"I'm singing." Qiu Yan lowered his voice and whispered in Bian Nan's ear.
"Do you want to eat watermelon?" Qiu Yi saw that his eyes were fixed on the watermelon.
"Can I eat it?" Qiu Yan asked in a low voice, "I want to eat a slice."
"Eat." Qiu Yi nodded.
Bian Nan got up and went to the kitchen to get a knife. Under Qiu Yan's guidance, he took out a one-foot-long watermelon knife from the cabinet.
"I rely on your family to have this?" Bian Nan returned to the table with a knife in his hand, "Awesome, you use this to hit..."
Halfway through speaking, Bian Nan remembered that Qiu Yan was still by his side, so he quickly shut up.
"Crazy," Qiu Yi took the teapot away, "Have you used this before?"
"No, I dare not, this is too exaggerated," Bian Nan shook his head, and gestured with a knife on the watermelon, "Slice it horizontally or vertically?"
"You can't even cut watermelon?" Qiu Yan was a little surprised lying on the table.
"No, you treat everyone like your brother and know everything..." Bian Nan gestured again, "Turn your face away, I'm afraid I'll cut you."
"I'll do it." Qiu Yi sighed.
Bian Nan handed the knife to Qiu Yi, and moved Qiu Yi to the table together with the chair: "Damn, you are quite heavy."
"Don't you say it's easy for me to come here?" Qiu Yi smiled.
"You've been a cat at home for almost a month. Do you understand if you have a long scale?" Bian Nan supported the watermelon.
Qiu Yi cut half a watermelon and gave a slice to Qiu Yan, who gnawed the watermelon juice contentedly.
"Okay, wash your face and brush your teeth and go to bed." Qiu Yi patted him on the head.
"Well," Qiu Yan ran into the house after washing, "Should I sleep in Dad's room?"
"You..." Qiu Yi looked at Bian Nan.
"No, no, no," Bian Nan quickly waved his hands, "I'll be leaving later, I have an exam tomorrow morning."
"Oh," Qiu Yan nodded, and waved to Bian Nan, "Good night."
"Good night." Bian Nan went over and hugged him and kissed him.
When he sat down to eat watermelon, Qiu Yi asked him again: "Can you go back to school?"
"I'm really not drunk, I'm just a little dizzy. I can take a sip of wine to have the effect," Bian Nan sighed, pointing to his face, "Look at my handsome face, it looks like a drunk person Is it?"
"It's too dark to see clearly," Qiu Yi took a bite of the watermelon, "It sounds similar."
"You're almost done, I'm dark, why can't I see clearly!" Bian Nan was a little upset, he felt that he was a healthy wheat color, quite handsome.
"...I mean the light is not bright enough." Qiu Yi glanced at him.
Bian Nan paused, took a big bite of watermelon, and said vaguely: "Fuck!"
Eating watermelon under the grape arbor in summer is a wonderful feeling. It would be more refreshing if the watermelon is iced. The two of them didn't talk anymore, and ate half of the watermelon with their heads buried.
Qiu Yi pressed his stomach, this time he was really full.
"Your house," Bian Nan went into the house and took out a tissue, and asked in a low voice while wiping his mouth, "is it left by your grandfather?"
Qiu Yi held the tissue, and Bian Nan refreshed his impression again. In the messy situation in the courtyard in the afternoon, Bian Nan actually noticed such an inconspicuous sentence.
"Well, my dad bought it from my grandfather before." Qiu Yi lowered his head and wiped it on his hands.
"Are they still so arrogant after giving money?" Bian Nan suppressed his voice.
"Because it's too cheap," Qiu Yi smiled, "I gave 50,000 yuan without any agreement. Now if this house is demolished, it will be worth a lot of money."
"No wonder," Bian Nan threw the watermelon rind into the trash can and wiped the table, "Am I just talking nonsense?"
"Forget it." Qiu Yi smiled.
"Then I'm leaving," Bian Nan turned to Qiu Yi and laughed a few times. This turn was so chic that he felt a little dizzy, so he quickly bent down and leaned on the armrest of Qiu Yi's chair, "You have to wash your hands in the toilet Do you need help with something?"
Qiu Yi looked at Bian Nan's face and didn't speak. Although the light was not enough, he could still see Bian Nan's face clearly from this distance. He always felt that Bian Nan looked different from usual after drinking a bottle of wine.
It's true that I'm not drunk, but the feeling of suddenly letting go of my whole body because of a bottle of beer is more pleasing to the eye than usual.
"How about..." Qiu Yi leaned on the back of the chair and thought for a while, before he was interrupted by Bian Nan.
"Going to the toilet, right?" Bian Nan laughed, "Coke and watermelon all night."
"Thank you." Qiu Yi helplessly prepared to stand up.
Bian Nan gave him a hand, he took two steps and stopped, sat up all night without moving, then stood up abruptly, his legs were a little numb, and the injured leg was still a little uncomfortable.
"What's the matter?" Bian Nan asked while supporting him, and then looked at his legs.
"Slowly." Qiu Yi frowned.
"Then take it easy," Bian Nan let go and ran to the toilet, "I'll take care of it first."
When he ran to the toilet door, he couldn't stand under his feet and almost fell down. He kicked the door frame: "I'm scared to death."
After using the toilet, he ran out lightly, and Qiu Yi had already jumped a few steps towards the toilet.
"It looks like you're in a hurry too?" Bian Nan patted his lower abdomen.
"...It's okay." Qiu Yi was a little speechless.
"Come on, brother help you jump." Bian Nan was very happy after going to the toilet, and carried Qiu Yi to the toilet.
After walking two steps, he felt that he was a little bit weak, probably because Qiu Yi's legs hadn't slowed down yet, he jumped very slowly.
"It's really slow, forget it and I will suffer a bit." Bian Nan bent down, and wrapped his arms around Qiu Yi's legs.
Qiu Yi was taken aback, he didn't come to shout out, his feet were empty, he was hugged by Bian Nan, he couldn't help cursing: "You must be sick!"
"Er Bao said, you can't use foul language!" Bian Nan happily carried him and ran to the toilet door to put him down.
"It's a miracle that a bottle of beer can make you go crazy like this!" Qiu Yi pushed him away and jumped in.
"Aren't I afraid that you will be in a hurry! I didn't throw you in." Bian Nan clicked his tongue and added, "But you are really heavy, much heavier than Wan Fei."
"Then you take Wan Fei with you." Qiu Yi said angrily inside.
"I'm tired of hugging." Bian Nan said with a smile.
After Qiu Yi went to the bathroom, he saw that Bian Nan was in high spirits, and probably planned to carry him into the room again.
"I still need to wash up," Qiu Yi held the door frame, "Go back to school."
"You don't need my help?" Bian Nan turned around and picked up the bag, "Am I leaving?"
"Let's go." Qiu Yi waved his hand.
"Then I'm leaving," Bian Nan swung his bag on his back, "Good night."
"Good night." Qiu Yi said.
Bian Nan took a taxi back to school, the air conditioner in the taxi was fully turned on, halfway Bian Nan's dizziness disappeared, and he felt cold.
The warm wind blowing against his face when he got off the car made him want to run for two steps.
But remembering that I was a little over-excited at Qiu Yi's house, I immediately froze again.
His drinking capacity is indeed a miracle, but he used to be a little dizzy, just looking for a place to lie in a daze, which is rarely the case.
He squatted on the side of the road for a while, thinking it was probably because dumplings were made today.
Making dumplings is a very special thing in his heart. During Chinese New Year, the whole family gathers together to make dumplings lively, talking and laughing.
To experience this kind of scene that he has only seen on TV but never experienced, made him feel at ease and comfortable.
Much stronger than that bottle of beer.
After making this dumpling at Qiu Yi's house, Bian Nan's last displeasure with Qiu Yi dissipated.
Wan Fei was still a little bit dissatisfied with Qiu Yi, but in his words, he was short-tempered, and Xu Rui's attitude towards him had changed. His mind was full of Xu Rui every day, and he couldn't let go of anything else. up.
Bian Nan still went to Qiu Yi's house every now and then, and accompanied anyone who was going to the hospital for an examination. Bian Nan was relieved until the doctor said that the plaster cast would be removed next week.
Qiu Yi didn't take the midterm exam, but he managed to catch up with the final exam.
After the mid-term exam, both Bian Nan and Qiu Yi's grades were quite ugly, Bian Nan didn't care, no one in the family had any expectations for his grades, only his father sighed a few times.
But just like Bian Nan didn't have the confidence to fight against anyone in the family, Dad never had the confidence to really reprimand Bian Nan, the most he could do was to educate him, and both of them were equally guilty of many things.
Wan Fei was more serious, and was taught a lesson by his father for several days, and when he remembered it, he would smoke a few times, as if to relieve boredom.
"It's been two weeks since the exam, and my dad can't pass it! Fuck me, I was tortured by Lao Jiang for a week at school, and I finally went home, and my dad cleaned it up again." Wan Fei picked up his clothes, "See? ... Eh? Why is the seal gone!"
Bian Nan took Sun Yifan's belt hanging by the bed and slapped Wan Fei's butt: "Like it? I'll help you."
"Damn! Do you still have humanity!" Wan Fei jumped away and shouted.
However, although the conflict between the two of them and Qiu Yi has been resolved, the conflict between the sports school and shipping still exists.
Especially when the old thigh of shipping has not recovered and even missed the mid-term exam.
The pseudo-boss Pan Yifeng, who is about to graduate from the sports school, has attacked the leaderless shipping company many times, apparently wanting to catch up with the victory before the summer vacation and feel proud.
"Last night, Shen Tao and the others were blocked by Pan Yifeng in the alley behind the Internet cafe," Sun Yifan said when a few of them huddled together to take a shower after training, "The beating was terrible."
"Have you gone?" Bian Nan looked at him with his head full of shampoo foam.
"Go," Sun Yifan frowned as he rushed into the water, "He dragged me into the Internet cafe before I entered it, fuck it."
"How's the battle going?" Wan Fei approached and asked.
"What can I do? The seven people on Shen Tao's side are all injured, but it shouldn't be too serious. I'm behind the main force and I can't see clearly." Sun Yifan said.
"Then when Qiu Yi comes back, there must be a big movement." Wan Fei clicked his tongue.
"Then I guess shipping will suffer," Sun Yifan lowered his voice, "A few people Pan Yifeng brought this time are not from our school, but from outside."
Bian Nan frowned, Pan Yifeng started looking for professional hooligans
"Graduation, good morning." Sun Yifan also looked disgusted.
Although the two schools have not confronted each other for so many years, and group fights are commonplace, they have always been resolved with fists and sticks, and no one has ever called for foreign aid. No one likes Pan Yi's behavior that breaks the rules.
"Are you going to accompany Qiu Yi to the hospital to remove the cast tomorrow morning?" Wan Fei followed behind Bian Nan.
"Well," Bian Nan replied, "what are you doing?"
"Do you want to remind him?" Wan Fei whispered.
"Shen Tao is not dumb, can he not talk?" Bian Nan patted him on the head.
"That's right," Wan Fei tutted, "Pan Yifeng's life is enough to write a shameless guidebook."
Qiu Yi originally planned to remove the plaster on Friday, but Bian Nan felt that such a grand event must be attended, so he pushed the time to Saturday morning.
"I'm coming!" Bian Nan pushed open the yard door and shouted, "Let's go!"
"I want to go too!" Qiu Yan ran out of the house, "My brother won't let me go!"
"Is there anything to go to the hospital?" Bian Nan bent down and picked him up, "After the dismantling, your brother will come back with his legs and take you to play."
"But I want to go." Qiu Yan twisted in his arms.
"You wait for me to come back and I'll take you to the park," Qiu Yi jumped out of the house, "If you want to follow, we'll come back and play in the yard."
Qiu Yan hugged Bian Nan's neck and lay on his shoulder thinking for a long time: "Then how long will you be back?"
Bian Nan patted him on the back: "I'll be back after dismantling, it won't be long."
"We'll be back after you finish writing two pages of brush calligraphy." Qiu Yan pointed to the paper and pen on the table.
"Okay," Qiu Yan slid off Bian Nan, ran to the table, picked up the brush, turned his head and said excitedly to Bian Nan, "We're starting to learn to write with a brush!"
"It's amazing, I can't even write." Bian Nan went over to look at it, and there were two words written on the paper, which looked like they crawled out, and he didn't understand what was written for a long time.
"I can teach you." Qiu Yan said seriously.
"Okay." Bian Nan also nodded seriously.
"You taught me how to play tennis." Qiu Yan said again.
"… it is good."
Qiu Yi's legs were still struggling to get into the taxi, but Bian Nan knew that there was nothing wrong with his legs, so he didn't need to be so careful in his movements, so he pushed Qiu Yi's shoulders and pushed him into the back seat.
When he got off the car at the hospital, he just dragged Qiu Yi out.
"Are you very happy now?" Qiu Yi couldn't help asking, being staggered by him.
"You can see it all," Bian Nan touched his face with a smile, "Did I smile too obviously?"
"Laugh," Qiu Yi glanced at him, "You look handsome when you smile."
"Hey!" Bian Nan yelled, and patted him on the shoulder twice, "You finally spoke your mind!"
Qiu Yi opened his mouth, and finally sighed: "Go in."
Qiu Yi had already taken a picture and was sure that the plaster cast could be removed. The doctor asked him to sit on the chair, turned around and took out a saw.
To be exact, it's a saw blade.
Staring at the saw blade, Bian Nan felt a chill in his legs.
Before he could ask, the doctor supported Qiu Yi and began to saw. The saw blade made a dull sound on the plaster.
Bian Nan continued to stare at the saw blade, always feeling that the doctor's movements are so chic, the next saw should be on the leg.
"There is something." Qiu Yi suddenly raised his head and said something to him.
"Huh?" Bian Nan looked at him.
"I forgot to bring my shoes..." Qiu Yi pointed to his feet.
Qiu Yi did not wear shoes on his casted leg, but only wore a slipper on his other foot.
"Let's jump back." Bian Nan laughed.
"There's a stall selling slippers outside," the doctor waved at Biannan with a saw blade, "Go and buy him a pair."
Bian Nan originally wanted to spoil a few words, but when he saw the doctor's serious face and the saw blade, he shut his mouth again, and put his feet next to Qiu Yi's for comparison: "What size do you wear?"
"44, 43 are also worn," Qiu Yi said, "I have to try..."
"Nonsense, I still wear 33." Bian Nan took off one of his shoes and kicked it over, "I'm 44, try it."
"It doesn't matter if you buy a bigger or smaller slippers." Qiu Yi tried his shoes, "It's just right."
After Bian Nan left the hospital, he didn't intend to buy slippers at the street stall. Qiu Yi finally removed the plaster cast, so he had to buy a decent pair no matter what.
Turning a corner, there was a small commercial street. He found a shop selling running shoes and tried a pair for Qiu Yi. He was a little hesitant when choosing a color, and compared back and forth between fluorescent green and white for a long time, although he I think Qiu Yi's favorite should be fluorescent green, but in the end I chose white according to my own habits.
After paying the money, he went out and walked a few steps, and then went back to buy a pair of socks. He chose a pair of red socks.