Bian Nan didn't answer Qiu Yi, went into the yard and sat on a chair to watch Qiu Yan clean up the table.
He doesn't have much relationship with his mother, and he doesn't have much contact with him. Occasionally he makes a phone call or he goes to visit, but every time he doesn't have any good memories.
His mother has a bad temper, and she always speaks in a bad manner. He can't figure out whether his mother wants to see him or doesn't want to see him.
But today he is a little uneasy, his mother lives alone and has no boyfriend, and usually goes to the poker room to play poker, but today he suddenly heard a man throwing things next to him, he was a little worried.
Worried about what trouble my mother will have.
And a series of chain reactions in case my mother is in trouble.
He wanted to go and have a look, but the people my mother usually contacts... It's hard to say, if Wan Fei didn't go out, he would definitely ask Wan Fei to go there together.
But now if you must bring someone there, only Qiu Yi, even though Qiu Yi knows about his family, is theoretically more reliable than Wan Fei...
He took out his mobile phone and dialed his mother's number again, but no one answered.
"Fuck." He frowned and cursed in a low voice.
Qiu Yi sat next to him: "Do you want to take a look? I only make up lessons in the afternoon. I'm fine in the morning. I can accompany you."
"Damn," Bian Nan quickly turned his face to stare at him, "Did you overhear?"
"Is it still necessary to eavesdrop?" Qiu Yi smiled, "After answering the phone, I went around the world twice, and no one answered the call."
"My mother..." Bian Nan hesitated for a while before saying, "How about... you can go with me to have a look, I'm afraid she will be beaten up."
My mother lives in a community in the east of the city. The house was bought for her by my father when they broke up. It is said that Bian Nan was locked in the toilet of this house and rescued by his father.
Bian Nan didn't have a deep memory, but in his dreams for many years later, when he dreamed about the content of the house, this would always appear, but he never dreamed about the toilet.
My mother's house is on the first floor, with a small semi-open yard, and there are a dozen pots of flowers and plants that have already withered.
Bian Nan stood outside the door and listened before ringing the doorbell. The room was very quiet.
Qiu Yi stretched out his hand from behind him and pressed the doorbell.
Mom opened the door in her pajamas, and was obviously a little surprised to see Bian Nan and Qiu Yi standing outside the door.
"Why are you here?" My mother brushed her hair, turned and went back to the house, "The reaction to watching the show was pretty quick, but it's a pity that it's over."
"I'll wait for you outside." Qiu Yi said.
"En." Bian Nan entered the room.
"Are you a new friend?" My mother sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette and looked at him, "Don't you always hang out with Wan Fei?"
Bian Nan didn't speak, the house was in a mess, the floor was full of glass stubble, vases and windows were broken, and a tea set that my mother liked was also smashed.
"Have you seen enough, do you want to take two photos and save them?" Mom said.
"What did your boyfriend do?" Bian Nan asked her.
My mother laughed while holding a cigarette, and it took a long time before she stood up and kicked the messy things on the ground aside, and poured a glass of water for Bian Nan: "He has a bad temper."
"Hit you?" When Bian Nan took the cup, he saw several red marks on his mother's wrist.
"No, I was caught when I whipped him." My mother patted him on the shoulder and sat back on the sofa. Things just run away."
"Then quickly make a dog to compare with his family." Bian Nan put down his cup and walked towards the door.
"Bastard! Just say one more thing!" Mom suddenly jumped up with a roar, almost pointing the cigarette in her hand to his face, "I've ruined your father's hands for the rest of my life! This is what the fuck is happening now after giving birth to a son To me!"
Bian Nan didn't speak, just leaned against the table and looked at her.
"Let me tell you, Bian Nan," my mother was silent for a while, poking his chest up and down with her fingers, "Anyone can look down on me, but you can't."
"I don't look down on you," Bian Nan frowned, "I just don't know what you want."
Mom lowered her head and took two puffs of cigarettes: "Do you have any money there?"
Bian Nan almost laughed out loud.
"He took a small project from someone else and was almost out of money." Mom looked at him, "How much do you have?"
"How much do you want?" Bian Nan asked.
"Two hundred thousand." Mom said.
"Where did I get the 200,000 yuan?" Bian Nan looked at the wreckage on the ground, "Does that person know that you still have a suite?"
Except for the shop and house that were lost by my mother before, my mother still has a small house under her name. She rents out that apartment in a good location in the city. .
"I'm not stupid," my mother smiled, "but this man treats me well, I just want to help him, together..."
"I don't have 200,000 yuan." Bian Nan said, his mother worked as a waiter for several years after graduating from high school, and she hasn't worked since she met her father. Bian Nan didn't believe that she could do any project with this man at all.
"Then how much do you have? If I don't have enough money, I have to sell the house." Mom frowned.
"You still say you're not stupid?" Bian Nan looked at her, "I don't have any money, I'll give you living expenses if you can't live on, I'll give you pension, I don't have any more money."
"Get out," my mother sat back on the sofa, "Get out."
Bian Nan opened the door, and his mother chased after him: "I don't need you to raise it, you can keep it to raise your own father and your aunt! But maybe it's not your turn to raise it..."
Bian Nan didn't see Qiu Yi outside the door, but after looking around, he found that Qiu Yi was playing with an old lady face to face with a waist twister at a row of fitness equipment next to him.
Bian Nan walked over and sat on the seesaw, Qiu Yi jumped off the waist twister and sat opposite him.
"How about chatting with grandma?" Bian Nan kicked the ground, and the seesaw tilted up.
"Well," Qiu Yi also kicked, "The chat is over? Are you all right?"
"It's okay," Bian Nan said in a muffled voice, "it's just like that anyway."
"You look a lot like your mother." Qiu Yi said.
"That's what you say," Bian Nan smiled, "but I'm as dark as my father."
After playing seesaw for a while, the two left the community and walked slowly along the road.
Bian Nan looked down at the tiles on the ground, and after a long silence, he asked, "Who ruined someone's life, do you think this is meaningful?"
"Did your mother say that?" Qiu Yi looked at him.
"Well," Bian Nan smiled, "She keeps saying that she really loves my dad, and my dad ruined her life."
Qiu Yi didn't speak.
"I don't think anyone destroys anyone. If it's true, she destroys other people's homes first." Bian Nan's feelings for his mother are very complicated, and he still can't agree with her on this point. "Using true love as an excuse, It’s just that it wasn’t all ruined in the end, and I ended up living like this.”
Bian Nan thought of what his mother said when he was about to leave the house, and his heart twitched violently.
"Is it true love?" Qiu Yi said.
"Well, what about true love," Bian Nan looked up at the sky, "what's the point of this kind of true love, true love based on the premise of hurting others is not love at all, it's just selfish."
"Some feelings are destined to be hurt from the beginning, others, or yourself," Qiu Yi took out a cigarette and lit one, "whether you like it or not."
"Just like my mother and my father." Bian Nan clicked his tongue.
"There are other things." Qiu Yi took a puff of smoke.
Bian Nan thought for a while: "For example?"
"Guess." Qiu Yi smiled at him.
"Crazy, I don't believe in love anyway," Bian Nan waved his arm, "Don't worry about it! Let's go, take a taxi back, I'll take Erbao to play golf in the afternoon."
After playing tennis randomly with Qiu Yan for a few days, Bian Nan began to arrange for Qiu Yan to train systematically.
Qiu Yan surprised him. Even the boring basic training can be completed seriously, which is more energetic than those children in the summer class.
The coach even approached Bian Nan, saying that this curly-haired kid is in good condition, would he continue to practice seriously.
Even though Qiu Yan was not his own younger brother, Bian Nan still felt very proud of being praised so much.
"Bring Er Bao a cone when you come to pick him up," Bian Nan called Qiu Yi, "He trains very seriously, and he deserves a reward."
"Okay, what do you want?" Qiu Yi smiled.
"Yes, I'm serious too." Bian Nan laughed aloud.
After the training, Bian Nan took Qiu Yan to the intersection far away from the school and waited for Qiu Yi.
When Qiu Yi rode over, Bian Nan found that the white car was more conspicuous than the fluorescent green car, and could be seen from a long distance, it was simply too flamboyant.
"Brother!" Qiu Yan ran over and shouted.
Qiu Yi's car stopped in front of him, and he handed him the cone he was holding: "Your face is sweaty."
"You're awesome," Bian Nan walked over, "the cone hasn't even melted yet."
"It came all the way." Qiu Yi handed over another cone, "This car is quite fast."
"You are much more reliable than Wan Fei," Bian Nan gave him a thumbs up, "The cones that kid brought me have always been bitten by him."
Qiu Yi quickly put the cone back, lowered his head, took a bite, and then handed it over: "Here."
"Your uncle!" Bian Nan shouted as he took the cone with only half a ball left.
"Isn't it because you're not used to eating a whole thing?" Qiu Yi smiled.
"Fart!" Bian Nan cursed.
When looking at the ball bitten by Qiu Yi again, he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling, a little inexplicable...a sense of intimacy.
It's like the faint excitement when you walk side by side with a girl and occasionally rub your arm when you're playing with a girl.
This feeling made Bian Nan's forehead suddenly hot, and he quickly lowered his head and gnawed the cone into his mouth.
What the hell!
It's evil!
The cone didn't melt in his mouth for a long time, Bian Nan's teeth were numb from the cold, and his face was sore from the cold.
"Fuck..." he mumbled, "I'm freezing to death."
"Who is going to snatch it from you?" Qiu Yi laughed.
Bian Nan didn't speak, and tried hard to swallow the ice cream ball while covering his face.
The sunlight slanted on Qiu Yi's face, making his already clear outline more three-dimensional, Bian Nan looked at the smile on his face, and finally sat down on a pile of bricks by the roadside: "Hey, you Hurry up and take Erbao back, don't you have to go to work at night?"
"Well," Qiu Yi turned the car around, and after Qiu Yan climbed into the back seat and sat down, he looked at Bian Nan, "Are you going home?"
"Da Huzi, go to my house for dinner." Qiu Yan shouted.
"No, no, I'm going home," Bian Nan quickly waved his hands, and smiled at Qiu Yan, "There's a lot of food in my refrigerator, if you don't eat it, it will go bad."
After Qiu Yi rode away on his bicycle, Bian Nan sat on the pile of bricks for a long time, and he stood up only after his face recovered from the numbness from the cold.
After the holidays, there were basically no taxis available at the school. Even San Bengzi went on vacation. Bian Nan had to take the bus. He backed up three times and took the wrong bus once. It took almost two hours to get back home.
There was nothing to eat at home, so his dad saved money in his card before he went out and asked him to go out to eat.
When his mother asked him for money, he said no. In fact, even if he didn't have 200,000 yuan, he still had a small 100,000 yuan in his card. Dad just saved the meal money this time, as if he was going to go out for three years.
He just didn't want to give money to his mother, no matter whether he was ruthless or better than a dog, he felt that with his mother's style, he didn't care how much money he gave.
Bian Nan went around the house, watering the flowers in the living room and study room, and went to the yard to take a hose to drench the flowers and plants again.
This time I went to the beach by car, my father and Bian Hao drove a car alone, so Bian Xinyu brought her baby dog with her, and Bian Nan sat on the stone bench after pouring the water, without licking it. The dog's tongue licked away, sitting here is actually a bit lonely.
In the past, he would be very depressed when he came back from his mother's place, but he recovered after a while, but today he is always depressed when he thinks about it.
As expected of my mother, the last sentence hit his wound precisely.
"Hey—" Bian Nan lay down on the nearby hammock, rocking gently.
Don't think about it, anyway, it's already like this, and it doesn't make sense to think about it.
Think of something else.
Qiu Yi's smiling face with the corners of his mouth curled up, wrapped in the sunlight, passed before his eyes.
His heart throbbed uncontrollably, and before he could change the camera for himself, the scene of Qiu Yi leaning against the shadow of the lamp that made him want to kiss him rushed over.
"Fuck." Bian Nan quickly sat up and wanted to eat something to divert his attention.
He had just touched the ground with one foot, and the other foot was still hooked on the hammock. The hammock had already swayed violently, and the hooked foot followed the hammock to pull back, and instantly split a big fork and sat on the ground.
"This flexibility!" Bian Nan gritted his teeth and boasted to himself, and struggled to stand up after a long time.
The inner thigh was pulled by this, and he walked sideways. When passing by the mirror, Bian Nan took a look, it was very powerful.
Qiu Yi was very busy today. Someone was holding a celebration banquet in the store. They packed a few big bags on the second floor. There were too many people. The service on the second floor was too busy. Qiu Yi and others on the first floor were called to help. Run downstairs.
When the second floor was gone, Qiu Yi had his first rest of the night.
He went around to the back door to smoke, took out his cell phone and looked, there was a missed call from Shen Tao.
Shen Tao returned to his hometown as soon as the summer vacation was over, and he will not be able to return until next month.
He returned the phone: "Did you have a good time?"
"What a hell of a fart," Shen Tao said with a smile, "I carry bags for a few aunts every day."
"Practice it to lay the foundation for carrying a bag for my wife in the future." Qiu Yi smiled.
"Then you have to train yourself not to always be cold-hearted towards girls... Forget it," Shen Tao sighed, "I sent you a text message to wish you a happy birthday that day and didn't reply. I still have to wait for a long time."
"Drunk and fell asleep." Qiu Yi said.
"Drink?" Shen Tao was taken aback, "With whom, uncle?"
Before Qiu Yi could speak, he said again: "Or... Bian Nan?"
"En." Qiu Yi responded with a puff of cigarette.
Shen Tao was silent, and after a while he whispered: "Are you..."
"No," Qiu Yi interrupted him, "It's just a friend, just like you."
"I can't say anything about this, it's your own business," Shen Tao said with a little difficulty, as if he didn't know how to express it, "Anyway, this is it, we have been buddies for so many years... If it was someone else, I would It's really hard to understand."
"I don't even understand myself," Qiu Yi pinched off the cigarette and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can next to him, "It's just friends."
"I bought you a set of tools." Shen Tao changed the subject.
"What tool, why do you sound so rascal." Qiu Yi smiled.
"Damn, you really are," Shen Tao said, "Isn't it difficult for you to make a little clay figurine? I bought a set for you and will show it to you when I go back to see if it suits you."
"I don't even have time to do that." Qiu Yi sighed.
"Then let it go, and there is no shelf life."
"Thanks."
It is true that those small clay sculptures have not been made for a long time, and there is no time. It takes a lot of time to make these things, and you have to calm down.
When Qiu Yi came home, his father and Qiu Yan were already asleep. He sat down at the table, picked up his mother's little figure and looked at it. This took the longest time, because Qiu Yi didn't quite remember it when he made it. Mom looks like it.
Obviously, it feels like it is engraved in my heart, but when I do it, I can't see it clearly.
too long.
He put down the little clay figurine, took the calendar and flipped through it. Bian Nan's birthday was before school started, so he didn't know if there was enough time to make one.