The egg fried rice made by Qiu Yi was still so amazing, Bian Nan and Qiu Yan each sat down at the table under the grape arbor with a plate.
When he smelled the aroma of fried rice with eggs, Bian Nan's stomach groaned fiercely.
"When will the grapes be available?" Bian Nan took a mouthful of rice and looked up at the dense grape leaves above his head, but he didn't see any grapes.
"After the summer vacation," Qiu Yi patted a plate of cucumbers and put them on the table, looking at Bian Nan, "Do you want beer?"
"...Don't drink!" Bian Nan clicked his tongue, "It's not like you don't know how much I can drink. You might hurt me after drinking it. Don't drink."
Qiu Yi smiled, went into the room and took out a bottle of beer, bit off the bottle cap with his teeth and put it on the table.
"Can I have a sip?" Qiu Yan asked while lying on the table.
"En." Qiu Yi responded.
Qiu Yan hugged the bottle and raised his head to take a sip. After drinking, he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh: "It's so cold!"
Bian Nan stared at him for a long time before turning his head to look at Qiu Yi: "You let Er Bao drink?"
"Sip once in a while, but not always," Qiu Yi said with a smile, "It's okay for him to drink a bottle, better than you."
"I rely on this to be hereditary?" Bian Nan bowed his head and took two mouthfuls of fried rice, "My parents can't hold a lot of alcohol, and my dad always takes the bartender with him when he needs to drink."
"I can't do it either, and the amount of liquor is only two or three." Qiu Yi said.
Bian Nan glanced at him and said nothing, three or two? This is impossible, it is impossible to see Qiu Yi biting off the bottle cap with ease and proficiency.
"My brother can sing when he's drunk." Qiu Yan said suddenly.
Bian Nan laughed: "Really?"
"En!" Qiu Yan nodded seriously.
"You are everywhere," Qiu Yi flicked his forehead, "Hurry up and eat, and go to Dad's room to do homework after eating."
"Why did you go to Dad's room?" Qiu Yan looked at him while covering his forehead.
"Because Dahuzi's butt hurts, he needs to apply medicine in our room." Qiu Yi said.
"Oh," Qiu Yan glanced at Bian Nan's buttocks, lowered his head while eating, "did I fall? I also fell on my buttocks last week."
"...Yes." Bian Nan stared at Qiu Yi.
Qiu Yi exchanged a glance with him, took a sip of beer: "Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious." Bian Nan said in a muffled voice, bowing his head and pawing.
After eating, Qiu Yan took his schoolbag and went to Qiu's father's room to do his homework. Bian Nan leaned on the recliner and watched Qiu Yi wash the dishes in the sink.
"That bag," he pondered for a long time, "what is it in?"
"Broiler feed," Qiu Yi quickly washed the bowl, "fish meal, soybean meal, bran, corn, secondary meal, additives, including 0.24 grams of copper sulfate and 0.466 grams of ferrous sulfate per kilogram of feed..."
"Stop, stop!" Bian Nan couldn't help shouting, "Do you have an addiction to memorizing books?"
"I'll tell you what's inside." Qiu Yi washed the dishes and took them into the kitchen.
Bian Nan jumped up and followed: "These things don't smell bad, why does the bag smell like farmyard manure?"
"It's been a long time," Qiu Yi sighed, "I wanted to find a sack according to your request, but I couldn't find it in time, so I randomly grabbed one from behind our neighbor's chicken coop."
Hearing this, Bian Nan didn't know what expression to put on his face, he lifted his clothes for the last time: "Apply medicine to the young master! If you don't serve me well, I'll never end with you!"
"Go into the house," Qiu Yi walked out of the kitchen, "I'll get the medicine."
Qiu Yi went to Qiu's father's room to get the medicine, and Bian Nan was studying his back with his clothes turned back to the full-length mirror.
"Qing is so big?" Qiu Yi looked at his back, "I don't feel like I'm trying too hard."
"You feel!" Bian Nan took off his shirt and threw it on the chair, "You feel out of order!"
"Lie down on the bed, I'll apply the medicine for you." Qiu Yi pointed at the bed.
"Why lie down, my stomach hurts too!" Bian Nan turned around, and there was also a bruise under his ribs.
"Then you kneel." Qiu Yi looked at him, unscrewed the medicine bottle, poured some on his hands and rubbed it.
"I have bruises on my legs too!" Bian Nan filed his teeth, pulled his trousers up to his thighs to show off the bruises on his legs, then turned around and pointed at his buttocks, "I can't sit down, it's also bruised here!"
"Then you stand." Qiu Yi put down the medicine bottle.
"Fuck." Bian Nan thought for a while and lay down on the bed.
Qiu Yi turned on the air conditioner with the remote control, then got on the bed, knelt on the bed and straddled directly behind him.
"Hey! What's your posture?" Bian Nan turned his head to look at him, "Why do you still want to hit him?"
"Wu Song hits the tiger," Qiu Yi smiled while supporting the bed with one arm, "I feel uncomfortable rubbing the medicine on my waist, and I can't exert myself."
Looking at his condescending posture, Bian Nan hesitated for a moment: "Take it easy, why do you feel that you are so unreliable..."
Qiu Yi covered his back with the hand that rubbed the medicine: "If I let Er Bao come, he will be very happy."
Qiu Yi pressed his palm on his back with a cool feeling, and it was quite comfortable, Bian Nan lay on the pillow: "Stop talking nonsense, let's work."
Qiu Yi rubbed his hands gently on his back a few times: "Can you bear it?"
"Yeah." Bian Nan closed his eyes, he had to hurry up and enjoy when someone was waiting on him like this.
"What's more important?" Qiu Yi asked while rubbing, and then took a look at the medicine bottle, "It must be rubbed until it becomes hot and red, and the mud will come out just by rubbing like this."
"I don't have any mud on my body," Bian Nan clicked his tongue, "I'll try harder."
Qiu Yi immediately increased his strength, rubbing his back, and Bian Nan patted the bed board: "Ah..."
"It hurts? Why are you so delicate." Qiu Yi stopped.
"I'm just not used to it yet. You rub yours." Bian Nan hugged the pillow. In fact, these strokes were really not heavy, but this injury has never been touched, and it hurts when rubbed suddenly.
During the school training, there was often a bruise and bruise. When Wan Fei rubbed the medicine on him, he called his hands hard, gnashing his teeth like rubbing an iron board, and he rubbed his skin to pieces several times.
Qiu Yi's method of applying medicine to people was much better than Wan Fei's. There were two bruises on his back, which became warm after rubbing for a while. Bian Nan felt as if he was enjoying a massage, so he closed his eyes and hummed twice.
"Are you comfortable, my lord?" Qiu Yi was still supporting the bed with one hand, and rubbing the other on his back.
"Hmm..." Bian Nan gave a thumbs up, "I'll reward you later."
"Thank you," Qiu Yi stopped, hooked his fingers around the waist of his trousers and pulled it down, "Is your butt hurt too?"
"Yes, I asked you to kick me, don't pretend you don't know," Bian Nan pulled his pants down with his hands behind his back, "Did you see that!"
"En." Qiu Yi straightened up, grabbed his trousers with both hands and pulled them down, even his underwear and outer trousers were pulled to his thigh.
"Fuck, slow down!" Bian Nan pouted his butt quickly, and pushed down the waistband of his trousers in front of him, "What if I hurt my Bian Xiaonan!"
"Let's rub the medicine together," Qiu Yi said with a smile, stepped back, rubbed the medicine on his hands and slapped Bian Nan's buttocks, "it's quite elastic."
"Your uncle." Bian Nan raised his middle finger at him.
Bian Nan has been very tired from the training, so he lay down on the bed, let Qiu Yi massage and press like this, he felt so comfortable that he wanted to sleep after a while.
"Hey Dabao," he tilted his head, eyes still closed, "Have you ever worked as a massager for the blind?"
"This is rubbing medicine." Qiu Yi paused, pressed his thumb on the back of his neck, and rubbed it all the way down the spine to his waist. "This is massage."
"Ah... ah..." Bian Nan couldn't help crying out, "I'm so comfortable! Do it again! Hurry up."
Qiu Yi sighed, and pushed his fingers up along the spine, and then pressed along the ribs on both sides.
"Hmm..." Bian Nan snorted twice, "Hey..."
"Can you make no noise?" Qiu Yi stopped, "People think I'm watching a movie if they hear it."
"What's the matter? I'm not too loud!" Bian Nan turned his back and grabbed his wrist and pulled it, and put it on his back, "I don't want people to hum when I'm comfortable. I like to hum when I'm comfortable. Give it a click, master."
"Don't you want medicine?" Qiu Yi had no choice but to continue pressing on his back.
"Press and press first, ah... you can apply the medicine and rub it with your hands, hey..." Bian Nan said and couldn't help humming. You said, you are much better than our team doctor... ah... can you pinch the back of your shoulder again? And my arm, I pumped my backhand after training today, and I tremble with chopsticks when I eat... um... "
Qiu Yi didn't speak, and suddenly leaned over to stick behind him, grabbed his chin and lifted it back: "If you want to press it, don't make a sound. If you don't finish humming, you can return it!"
"Hey," Bian Nan laughed and patted his hand, "Relax, okay, okay, I won't make a sound, and I'm not a woman, can a few hums harden you?"
"Just shut up," Qiu Yi said.
Bian Nan stopped humming and enjoyed the massage with his eyes closed. After a while he opened his eyes: "Hey Dabao."
"What's the matter?" Qiu Yi was a little helpless.
"Are you really singing when you drink too much?" Bian Nan asked.
"I don't know, who knows if I drink too much." Qiu Yi squeezed the back of his neck.
"Come and listen to a song, you have a nice voice," Bian Nan closed his eyes again, "You don't sing like Erbao and run around the streets?"
Qiu Yi ignored him, squeezed his hands up his neck, touched the back of his head and pressed him into the pillow.
"If you don't sing, don't sing," Bian Nan mumbled on the pillow, "I'll sing for you, you are my little apple, I love you no matter what..."
Qiu Yi grabbed the small towel next to him and pressed it on his head, then slapped his butt: "Shut up!"
"Not too much..." Bian Nan struggled to finish the line.
Qiu Yi paused, tapped his fingertips on his waist, and stroked down lightly.
"Hey!" Bian Nan's body tensed suddenly, "Fuck me! Itchy!"
"Are you ticklish?" Qiu Yi smiled, and poked him in the ribs again.
"Your uncle," Bian Nan grabbed his hand with his backhand and pulled it towards him, then touched his waist with the other hand and pinched it, "Aren't you afraid!"
Qiu Yi supported the bed without moving: "Don't be afraid."
"Fuck me?" Bian Nan grabbed a few more hands on his waist and legs, and spread his arms on the bed, "Hey! Stop playing!"
Qiu Yi smiled for a while, removed the towel from Bian Nan's head, continued to squeeze Bian Nan's back, and started to squeeze Bian Nan's arm again after thinking about it.
"Comfortable." Bian Nan closed his eyes and said in a low voice, and after a while he became silent.
Qiu Yi felt that his hands were a little sore after receiving it, and then stopped.
Looking at the time, it was almost nine o'clock after all this tossing, he patted Bian Nan on the back lightly: "Bian Nan?"
Bian Nan didn't respond, breathing very slowly.
"Big Huzi?" Qiu Yi looked down into his eyes, "Asleep?"
Bian Nan still kept the previous posture without moving, his breathing was steady, and he seemed to be really asleep.
"It's finished, remember to give a reward." Qiu Yi stared at his side face for a while, rubbed his palms on his back, and rubbed the medicine on his back.
The phone rang beside the bed, Qiu Yi quickly took the phone and pressed the mute button, jumped out of bed, took the phone and walked out of the room before answering.
"Where is it?" Shen Tao's voice came.
"Home." Qiu Yi glanced into his father's room, where Qiu Yan was engraving steel plates.
"I'm passing by the entrance of your alley on my way home, come out for a while." Shen Tao said.
"En." Qiu Yi hung up the phone and walked out.
Shen Tao squatted on the side of the road at the entrance of the alley waiting for him, and he walked over and squatted next to Shen Tao.
"Have you eaten yet?" He asked Shen Tao.
"Eat," Shen Tao glanced at him, took out the cigarette case and handed it to him, "Bian Nan is at your house?"
"En." Qiu Yi took out a cigarette and lit it.
"You..." Shen Tao frowned, "What's going on?"
"What's going on?" Qiu Yi smoked a cigarette, "Hu Yu said he wanted to trouble him, so I took you two there."
"It's just like playing..." Shen Tao stared at him, "Forget it, I didn't ask you about yesterday."
"Then what do you want to ask?" Qiu Yi looked at the ground.
Shen Tao opened his mouth but didn't say anything, he hesitated for a long time before asking as if making up his mind: "I'm asking what's going on with you and Bian Nan."
"It's nothing." Qiu Yi replied quickly.
"Then why did you ask him to come to your house for dinner?" Shen Tao flicked the cigarette ash twice.
"Don't you always come to my house for dinner?" Qiu Yi smiled.
"Can it be the same?" Shen Tao lowered his voice and shouted.
"It's different." Qiu Yi didn't show any expression.
"Qiu Yi..." Shen Tao frowned, "Forget it, I hope I'm thinking too much."
Qiu Yi smiled and said nothing, continuing to smoke.
"You can figure it out on your own, anyway, I reminded you." Shen Tao stood up and stepped onto the battery car parked by the side of the road.
Shen Tao's car drove away, Qiu Yi squatted on the side of the road, and stood up after finishing his cigarette. He went to the small supermarket next to him and bought a stick of chewing gum, chewing on it, and went home.
Qiu Yan has finished his homework and is sitting in the living room with a notebook waiting for him to check.
"I just went to the house to have a look," Qiu Yan handed him the notebook, and sat on the chair dangling his legs, "Big Huzi fell asleep."
"Well, I squeezed it too comfortably for him." Qiu Yi sat on the sofa and opened the book to read.
"Then shall I sleep with Dad tonight?" Qiu Yan got off the chair and climbed onto the sofa next to him.
"Whatever," Qiu Yi hugged him, "Is Dad still coughing?"
"I didn't cough just now, but I coughed twice while watching TV and laughing." Qiu Yan twisted and rubbed in his arms.
"Okay, that's right, go take a bath," Qiu Yi patted him, "Stop playing with water."
"Yeah!" Qiu Yan took his clothes and ran into the yard.
After arranging Qiu Yan and his father to go to bed, Qiu Yi took a shower and returned to the house.
Bian Nan's posture didn't change, and he was still lying on the bed, sleeping in the dark.
Qiu Yi turned off the light and changed the bedside lamp.
"Hey," Qiu Yi flicked his finger on Bian Nan's arm, "Student, are you going back to school yet?"
Bian Nan frowned and snorted, without opening his eyes.
"Bian Nan," Qiu Yi pushed him, "it's on fire."
"Ah..." Bian Nan turned over and lay facing the wall, continuing to sleep.
Qiu Yi had no choice but to push him in again, took out a book from the bookcase and lay down on the bed, opened it to read.
Just as he leaned firmly on the head of the bed, Bian Nan turned over again muttering, and put his arms directly on his lower abdomen.
Qiu Yi clicked his tongue, took his arm and put him on the bed.
Within two seconds, Bian Nan's arm reached out again, and this time it was placed in a particularly inappropriate way, as it was placed directly on the lower abdomen.
"Hey!" Qiu Yi closed the book, "Are you asleep or not?"
Bian Nan squeezed closer to him, frowned and muttered, "Your air conditioner...frozen the penguins to death..."
Qiu Yi grabbed the remote control and raised the temperature a few degrees, then threw the towel on Bian Nan: "Are you not going back to school at night?"
"...don't go back," Bian Nan turned over and flinched against the wall with the towel in his arms, "sleepy, no..."
After the towel was wrapped, Bian Nan stopped tossing around, Qiu Yi took off his clothes, took out a pair of glasses from the bedside drawer, put them on, and opened the book again.
I haven't finished reading a novel for two months, I'm really busy.
After watching for a while, Bian Nan turned over, and Qiu Yi reflexively stretched out his hand to block it, fearing that he would put another arm on him, but Bian Nan just rolled himself into a ball and continued to sleep.
Qiu Yi pushed his glasses and continued to read.
Within a few minutes he heard Bian Nan's laughter.
"Qiu Dabao," Bian Nan probably just woke up, his voice was still nasal, "Are you nearsighted?"
Qiu Yi took off his glasses and glanced at him: "Do you have an opinion?"
"How much?" Bian Nan continued to quack happily, "I don't usually see you wearing glasses, did you kick Shen Tao when you beat me?"
"It's less than two hundred, you only wear it when you read." Qiu Yi threw the book on the table, looked at the time, "Are you going back to school?"
"No," Bian Nan pulled the towel on his back, "I'm so sleepy that I don't want to move."
"Then just go to sleep." Qiu Yi got up, took a small blanket from the cabinet and lay down, and turned off the desk lamp.
"I've always slept quite honestly." Bian Nan backed away from the wall.
"Hehe." Qiu Yi said.
"Oh, your uncle... Did I hug you again?" Bian Nan asked.
"Well, like an octopus."
"impossible."
"Ah."
"Fuck, what's wrong with hugging you, hugging you means you're taking advantage of me, you know, you're not a woman," Bian Nan clicked his tongue in displeasure, turning over in a fit of anger, and put his arm on Qiu Yi's body fiercely, After thinking about it, he rubbed his stomach vigorously a few times, "Hey, your skin is quite slippery, you've caught up with the little girl."