Qiu Yi didn't wear a mask, and he was almost face-to-face with Bian Nan, and Bian Nan finally got a clear view of this person's appearance.
The small piece of gauze on the face was removed, and there was a semicircular wound under the corner of the eye, like a crescent moon.
The skin is indeed white, the outline of the face is very clear, the nose is straight and the eye sockets are deeper than ordinary people, plus the pair of pupils, Bian Nan somewhat understands why Zhang Xiaorong's eyes almost pop out when he looks at Qiu Yi.
Hold!
He looked away in displeasure, staring at the cup in front of him, he didn't hear what Qiu Yi said, and the words he said in the afternoon echoed back and forth in his mind.
If I don't see Qiu Yi again, I won't be finished if I don't beat him to death!
But he never expected to see Qiu Yi again in this kind of scene.
It's impossible for him to beat up a restaurant waiter in front of his father, not to mention the reason he can't say, was the fight attacked? Failed to grab the girl
... He couldn't afford to lose this person.
"Mangosteen tea." Dad ordered tea first, then lowered his head and began to study the menu. "The stewed pork ribs with morel mushrooms was good last time. Let's have some morel mushrooms."
"Stewed pork ribs with morel mushrooms." Qiu Yi repeated the name of the dish, then lowered his head and pressed a few times on the orderer.
Bian Nan came back to his senses when he heard Qiu Yi's voice. He realized that his father had ordered Luo Han Guo tea, which he hated the most, but he knew that his father liked to drink this kind of tea. Mangosteen for 1 yuan.
Bian Nan was upset and couldn't protest against the tea, squinting at the wound in the corner of Qiu Yi's eye: "Bao Zheng's Crescent Moon immigrated?"
Qiu Yi looked at him, but just smiled without making a sound.
"You don't care so much," Dad was a little puzzled by his sudden words, "How about another matsutake stew?"
"I don't like soup." Bian Nan said in a muffled voice.
"How can matsutake be eaten without making soup?" Dad raised his head and asked Qiu Yi.
"It can be fried," Qiu Yi said, "It tastes good."
"Then fry matsutake." Dad nodded.
"Okay, fried matsutake." Qiu Yi pressed the orderer.
Bian Nan turned his head and looked out of the window. He didn't turn his head until his father finished ordering and Qiu Yi turned to walk away. He thought that he should take a chair and swing it over. Two feet...
"What happened to your hand?" Dad pointed to his hand.
Bian Nan looked down at his hand, it was scratched at the entrance of the Internet cafe that night, the wound was quite deep, but because of the shoulder injury, this small wound was ignored, and he didn't even take a piece of Band-Aid .
"I fell during training." Bian Nan said.
"Are you tired from training? I haven't contacted your coach Jiang this semester. Did you cause any trouble?" Dad was a little worried.
"Do you think Lao Jiang is my buddy?" Bian Nan glanced at his father, "I'm going to cause something, can he call you?"
It is true that Lao Jiang would call his father occasionally, but it is really nothing for a sports school student to report something like climbing over a wall at night, and there is no evidence that the shoulder injury was caused by a fight, so Bian Nan didn't care.
Dad looked at him and sighed, as if he couldn't find a topic to talk about, Bian Nan was also silent, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, they were in this state most of the time with Dad.
Within two minutes, Qiu Yi brought up Luo Han Guo tea, and Bian Nan took the pot and poured a cup for Dad.
When Qiu Yi turned and walked away, Bian Nan turned his head and stared at his back. It wasn't until Qiu Yi had gone far away that he raised his hand and called out: "Waiter!"
Qiu Yi stopped, turned around and walked back quickly: "What's the matter, sir?"
"Give me a glass of boiled water." Bian Nan said.
"Wait a minute." Qiu Yi turned and left.
Bian Nan continued to face his father silently, tapping lightly on the empty glass with his fingers.
Not long after, Qiu Yi brought over a cup of boiled water on a tray, and put it in front of Bian Nan: "Your boiled water."
Looking at the steaming water, Bian Nan stopped Qiu Yi who was about to turn around and walk away: "Boiling water?"
"Well, boiling water, white boiling water." Qiu Yi looked at him.
"I want it to be cool." Bian Nan propped his forehead with his fingers, looking into Qiu Yi's eyes.
"No," Qiu Yi hugged the tray, "It's cold now, and there's hot water."
"Is there always mineral water?" Bian Nan clicked his tongue.
"Yes, wait a minute." Qiu Yi glanced at him, turned and walked away.
Dad only asked after Qiu Yi walked away: "What's wrong with you?"
Bian Nan has a bad temper, but he is afraid of trouble, and he has never made things difficult for others. Besides, he has never had the habit of drinking cold water for nothing when eating. Dad can't understand it.
"It's nothing, I just want to drink cold water for nothing." Bian Nan pushed the hot water aside.
"Do you know that waiter?" Dad looked behind him, "Student?"
"Sports schools don't have a major in boys," Bian Nan said, "I don't know him."
Dad still wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and said nothing, and finally he just sighed.
Qiu Yi brought a bottle of mineral water and poured a glass for Bian Nan: "Do you need anything else, sir?"
"Hurry up for the food, I'm starving to death." Bian Nan said.
Qiu Yi responded and walked away, but he didn't go far. It seemed that he was in charge of these booths, and he was standing not far away.
Unable to do anything, Bian Nan's only way to relieve his anger is to walk him.
After the dishes were served, Bian Nan asked for water, paper towels, and plates.
But Qiu Yi always smiled and responded to every request, and he didn't even raise his voice.
This made Bian Nan quite suffocated, he just waited for Qiu Yi to be overwhelmed, even if he was a little impatient, he could get angry along with it, but Qiu Yi didn't give him a chance from the beginning to the end!
When he raised his hand for the fourth time to ask for a tissue, Dad finally couldn't bear it anymore and put down his chopsticks: "Can you still let me have a safe meal?"
"You eat yours," Bian Nan raised his hand, "serve..."
"Hi sir, what do you need?" A little girl walked quickly to the table.
"... Member," Bian Nan was taken aback for a moment, "is there a replacement?"
The little girl was also taken aback, not knowing what to say, and asked with a smile, "Do you need anything?"
"It's gone." Bian Nan said in a muffled voice, it's fine if he changes, he doesn't want to walk the little girl.
After the waitress girl walked away, Bian Nan was suddenly a little discouraged, wondering if his tossing was too naive, especially in front of his father, and he didn't feel comfortable eating.
"It's gone?" Dad looked at him and served him a bowl of soup, "Try this mixed mushroom soup, it's quite fresh."
"Oh." Bian Nan actually doesn't like to drink soup, he would take two sips of beef noodle soup, but at this moment he still lowered his head and drank the soup in the bowl in a few sips.
"Is there any competition this semester?" Dad asked out of words.
"Yes, in the city. There is a ranking competition in April, which has nothing to do with me." Bian Nan picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth. It tasted good.
"What are you talking about? Why doesn't it have anything to do with you?" Dad frowned.
"Don't tell me you're sending me to a sports school..." Bian Nan shut his mouth, just dawdling. This is what my father used to say, but Bian Nan's performance in competitions these years is not bad. My father probably started to hope that he can play well. Put on a show, he didn't mention the topic of fooling around, he glanced at his father, "I'll do my best, it depends on Lao Jiang's arrangement."
The two of them finished their meal in a pleasant atmosphere that was half silent and half speechless. When Dad was paying the bill, Bian Nan looked back. There were a few more tables in the shop than before. To Qiu Yi.
Ran
Bian Nan clicked his tongue twice in his heart, and stood up behind his father. The battle was over before it started, and it was boring.
After leaving the hotel, Dad went to the parking lot to get the car, Bian Nan didn't bother to leave, and stood by the side of the road waiting.
Just took out his mobile phone and sent Wan Fei a text message saying that he would pass in a while, when someone walked in from the opposite side, Bian Nan smelled a very faint smell of tobacco, looked up, and met the other person's gaze.
Fate.
Bian Nan raised his eyebrows, it was actually Qiu Yi.
Different from the courteous service with a smile before, Qiu Yi looked at him coldly, and there was no expression on his face.
"Are you back from the disaster?" Bian Nan suppressed the urge to throw his phone at his face. Qiu Yi was about the same size as him, and his body was not as weak as he imagined. He might not be able to gain the upper hand if he moved his hand so easily. .
Qiu Yi glanced at him, walked towards the restaurant, and when he passed by him, he whispered in his ear very close: "Why, miss me?"
Bian Nan's anger was instantly ignited by Qiu Yi's words: "I'll fuck you!"
He cursed, held the phone in his left hand and swung it at Qiu Yi's face with his backhand without even thinking about it.
Qiu Yi turned his head and raised his hand to block it, Bian Nan's hand hit his wrist, causing a burst of pain, probably Qiu Yi was wearing something on his hand.
This pain was simply adding fuel to the flames. He didn't care about the injury on his right shoulder, so he reached out and grabbed Qiu Yi's hand, and pulled it hard to his side, and his right knee went down to Qiu Yi's ribs. With a slam.
This blow hit Qiu Yi solidly, but before he could make a second blow, Qiu Yi had already punched him under the right rib by virtue of his inertia.
This punch was no worse than Bian Nan's knee, and Bian Nan almost fell down in one breath.
Just when he was about to grit his teeth and throw an elbow on Qiu Yi's face, a car headlight came from behind him, several horns sounded in a hurry, and then he heard his father's roar: "Bian Nan!"
The car stopped beside me, my father jumped out of the car, grabbed Bian Nan and pulled him away: "Why is this!"
Although Bian Nan felt that his hair was about to be ignited by anger, he still exhausted all his endurance in front of his father and did not rush forward again. He pointed at Qiu Yi: "You better not let me see it again." your turn!"
"Same." Qiu Yi pressed his ribs, sneered with the corner of his mouth hooked, turned and left.
"What the hell is going on!" Dad stuffed Bian Nan into the car and locked the door, "I can fight with people in just two minutes with just a car! Why are you so worried!"
Bian Nan sat in the passenger seat without saying a word, remembering that he had thrown his mobile phone on the ground, stretched his legs and wanted to get out of the car, but was pushed back into the car by his father: "What else do you want to do!"
"Mobile phone!" Bian Nan shouted, "Pick up the phone!"
"Stay here!" Dad yelled at him, turned to look for his cell phone, "Where is it!"
"There's the tree." Bian Nan leaned back on the chair, his shoulders and ribs began to throb and hurt, he frowned and stared in the direction of the hotel.
As for why the fight happened, no matter how my father asked, Bian Nan didn't make a sound, and he didn't get an answer after asking several times. Dad sighed, stopped trying, and started the car: "Going back to school?"
"Go to Wan Fei's house." Bian Nan put his forehead on the car window and looked out.
Dad responded, and drove the car all the way to the downstairs of Wan Fei's house in silence. When Bian Nan opened the door and got out of the car, he pointed to the back seat: "I brought you a change of clothes."
"Oh." Bian Nan took out the bag of clothes from the back seat.
"Shall I transfer the money to you tomorrow?" Dad said again.
"Don't worry, there is something else, I'll just say it casually." Bian Nan took out his mobile phone and dialed Wan Fei's number.
After two rings, he was hung up, and then Wan Fei poked his head out of a window upstairs: "I'll go down and open the door for you!"
The lock on the downstairs door of Wan Fei's house was broken, and no one cared about it. He had to call every time and wait for someone to come down and open the door before going up.
"I'll wait for him to come down." Bian Nan closed the car door, "Dad, go back."
"Bian Nan," Dad put down the car window and looked at him in the car. He thought for a long time before he said, "Your temper is really..."
"Understood," Bian Nan patted on the car window, and took a few steps back, "Understood."
"You know what a fart!" Dad gave him a hard look, closed the window, turned the car around and drove away.
As soon as he entered Wan Fei's house, Bian Nan could smell the smell of pancakes, and Bian Nan was stunned: "Where are the pancakes?"
"Well, don't you want to eat when you come back?" Wan Fei pointed to the kitchen, "My mother went to bake when she heard you were here."
"I'm so sorry for the late night." Bian Nan took off his coat and ran into the kitchen, shouting, "Auntie! I've already eaten, don't worry about it."
"It's baked with a wave of your hand. It doesn't take much trouble. His father is on a business trip these days, and no one eats it when I cook it. It's so easy to come here to eat." Wan Fei's mother said with a smile, "You don't have to be polite, this How many times have you eaten, don't I know how much you eat?"
Bian Nan didn't refuse any more, he didn't eat less when he returned to Shang Wanfei's house, and when he met Qiu Yi today, he moved his hands without eating, and now he had an inexplicable appetite.
Wan Fei's mother baked a few pancakes and he ate them all. After washing his face carelessly, he went into Wan Fei's room, lying on the bed, stroking his stomach and drinking milk.
"Did you enjoy meeting with your dad this time?" Wan Fei entered the room and closed the door.
"It's almost the same virtue every time we meet," Bian Nan smiled, then frowned and took a look at his clothes, gritted his teeth and cursed, "Fuck!"
"God!" Wan Fei came over and took a look, stunned, then lifted up his clothes and looked at it, "Is this thing still contagious? Did it pass to you?"
"When your IQ is free, why don't you take it out to dry? It's full of enoki mushrooms." Bian Nan sighed and sat up, took a sip of milk, "Do you know who I ran into for dinner today?"
"Qiu Yi?" Wan Fei answered without thinking.
Bian Nan stared at him for a while: "Are you happy growing up?"
"Did I really meet Qiu Yi?" Wan Fei was a little excited, jumped onto the bed and sat cross-legged opposite him, "Tell me, what's going on? Did you start?"
"I didn't move much, my dad is here," Bian Nan frowned, and took two sips of milk slowly, covering his ribs. "Today, my dad took me to eat mushrooms. He's working there, waiter."
"Part-time job?" Wan Fei was stunned. It's rare for a second-year high school student to go to a restaurant to work. For the group of people around them, it's as painful as being in prison for three years to distribute leaflets.
"En." Bian Nan lowered his head and sucked the milk loudly.
"Is he experiencing life or making money..." Wan Fei snatched the milk carton from his hand, "Can you drink it well? I can't bear this noise the most."
Bian Nan didn't speak, and lay back on the pillow, with his head resting on his arms: "I don't care what he is, anyway, I have no end with him, and we will hit him once we see each other."
"Fight!" Wan Fei has no objection to Bian Nan's decision. Anyway, he is full of love for fighting, more than training.
He also lay down beside Bian Nan, was silent for a while and sighed: "You say... I think... I just feel... I just want..."
"Your mental activity is too much," Bian Nan said a little impatiently, "I didn't think I could hold it in!"
"Hey!" Wan Fei slapped him on the leg, "What do you think Zhang Xiaorong is looking for in him? This handsome guy who wants to have face, body, body, and money is chasing after him, no, turn around and chase after a poor boy Running around the world, do you think she is blind..."
"Shut up!" Bian Nan gave Wan Fei a kick. Even if he didn't feel "Oh~ it's her~" towards Zhang Xiaorong, she was still the one he was chasing after, "I just like her who hates being rich." Love the spirit of the poor!"
"The spirit of fart, that is the nerve!" Wan Fei turned over.
Bian Nan made him laugh, and laughed for a long time: "I found that sometimes you react very quickly."
"Nonsense, staying with you all day and not reacting quickly will ruin you," Wan Fei hugged the quilt, and suddenly turned around after a while, "Brother Nan."
"Huh?" Bian Nan stared at the ceiling.
"Tomorrow night," Wan Fei touched his bruised ribs, "Go squat him."