At ten o'clock in the evening, Qiu Yi changed his clothes, walked out from the back door of the hotel, stood beside the trash can at the back door, lit a cigarette, and lowered his head to take out his cell phone.
There was a missed call from ten minutes ago on the phone, it was Dad's number, and he dialed back.
The phone rang once before being picked up, and a childish voice sounded over there: "Brother."
"Qiu Yan? Why haven't you slept yet?" Qiu Yi frowned, "Did you call just now?"
"I'm already asleep, I called you from the bed." Qiu Yan whispered.
"I'm going back now, you go to sleep right away," Qiu Yi said, "If you're still awake when I get home, you're finished."
"I'm falling asleep now." Qiu Yan said quickly, and hung up the phone.
Qiu Yi took two puffs of a cigarette, and there were still a few nonsense messages sent by Zhang Xiaorong on his phone, which he deleted. When he put the phone back in his pocket, he heard the sound of high heels behind him, and when he turned around, he smelled the smell of perfume .
"Sister Man." He greeted the woman who came out from the back door.
Sister Man's name is Xiao Man, in her thirties, she is one of the two owners of the restaurant, and she is usually in charge of the operation.
"It's been hard work today," Xiao Man stopped and glanced at him, "You are the one introduced by Zhang Ting earlier, right? Qiu Yi? I haven't talked to you yet."
Xiao Man has no airs, and has a close relationship with the employees. She likes to hear people call her sister, and she likes to chat with the employees when she has nothing to do.
"En." Qiu Yi nodded, took a step away from Xiao Man's downwind, and pinched the cigarette in his hand.
"The smell of cigarettes is nothing." Xiao Man smiled, and stared at him twice, "Where do you live? I'll take you back on the way."
"No need, I'll come by bicycle..." Qiu Yi said.
"What kind of bicycle do you ride in such a strong wind?" Xiao Man interrupted the words, and patted him on the back, "You can just throw the bike on my bike, let's go."
Before Qiu Yi could speak again, Xiao Man had already turned around and walked towards the parking lot.
Qiu Yi frowned and followed behind her.
Xiao Man's car was a Toyota pickup, and Qiu Yi couldn't even find an excuse like "there is no room for a bicycle in the trunk", so he had to throw his car into the back of the car and got into Xiao Man's car.
"Zhang Ting said that you are a sophomore in high school this year, right?" Xiao Man drove in the direction of his house.
"En." Qiu Yi responded.
"Is it so hard to go to class and work part-time?" Xiao Man asked again.
"It's okay," Qiu Yi looked out the window, "I don't feel it."
"For a student who works so hard to work, does his family have difficulties?" Xiao Man turned his head to look at him.
"Yeah." Qiu Yi turned his face away.
"If you have any difficulties, tell me, our hotel will help the employees if they can." Xiaoman said.
"Thank you, Sister Man." Qiu Yi smiled.
"The young man is not very talkative." Xiao Man continued to look at him with interest.
"It's cold." Qiu Yi turned his face out of the window again.
This sentence made Xiao Man laugh for a long time, and finally reached out and patted his leg: "You are quite funny."
Qiu Yi's house is a bit far from the hotel, in an old alley, the location is good, my father has been waiting for the demolition, but nothing happened after waiting for more than ten years.
When I got home, the yard was very quiet, and the lights of several households had been turned off.
He took out the key and opened the door, and the lights in the living room were turned off. A small night light was turned on by the door, and a few rays of light could still be seen faintly under the crack of the door of Dad's bedroom.
He didn't turn on the light, he gently pushed open the door of his father's bedroom, and said softly, "I'm back."
"It's earlier than usual." Dad said while sitting in the wheelchair.
"Qiu Yan is asleep, please keep your voice down," Qiu Yi entered the bedroom and closed the door behind him, "You should sleep too, do you want to go to the bathroom?"
"It's done." Dad lowered his voice.
"You don't have to wait for me, I may come home at a certain time." Qiu Yi pushed the wheelchair to the bed, and when he hugged his father on the bed, his ribs hurt. He gritted his teeth, put down his father, and rubbed his hands Rubbed the injured part of Bian Nan's knee.
After closing the door of his father's bedroom, Qiu Yi entered his room, and through the light from the window, he saw Qiu Yan lying on the pillow, with most of his back exposed outside the quilt.
He walked over and bent down to stare at Qiu Yan's face. The little guy closed his eyes and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Just pretending." Qiu Yi said.
Qiu Yan didn't move, his eyes were still closed, but his eyelashes trembled even more.
"Next time, let me see that you didn't go to bed before ten o'clock, so you don't have to go to bed in the future." Qiu Yi said.
"Then why don't you come back earlier?" Qiu Yan opened his eyes and said aggrievedly.
"Stop pretending?" Qiu Yi squatted down beside the bed, "I'll be back sooner. Will you push Dad out to beg for food when you run out of money?"
Qiu Yan bit his lip and buried his face in the pillow. After a while, his shoulders twitched a few times.
"Are you crying?" Qiu Yi got up, took off his clothes, changed into a T-shirt, opened the door and went out, "I'll take a shower and give you ten minutes to cry."
When Qiu Yi returned to the room after washing, Qiu Yan was still lying on the pillow, but he was no longer crying.
He turned off the light, went to bed, lay down next to Qiu Yan, stretched out his hand and slapped his butt: "Come here, brother, give me a hug."
Qiu Yan quickly turned over and got into his arms and hugged his waist.
"Hey," Qiu Yi hid, "Don't press my ribs, it hurts."
"Brother," Qiu Yan buried his face in his arms, with a nasal voice, "You're fighting again."
"I didn't do it first," Qiu Yi hugged Qiu Yan, Bian Nan's angry eyes flashed before his eyes, he smiled, "I just owed something."
"I got a little red flower today, and I got a perfect score in the math test." Qiu Yan whispered, his voice full of pride.
"Really? It's amazing," Qiu Yi sat up, took out the wallet from the coat hanging beside the bed, took out a steel bag, put it in the piggy bank beside the bed, and bounced it on Qiu Yan's face. After a while, "Hurry up and sleep."
The mornings of the two weekends are the happiest time for Qiu Yan. Usually, Qiu Yi goes to class during the day and works part-time at night. In the two afternoons of the weekend, he has to make up lessons for a few junior high school children. The only time he can spend with him is the morning of the weekend.
Since Qiu Yi got up in the morning and went out to buy breakfast, he followed Qiu Yi like a shadow, talking non-stop about school affairs, what the teacher said, what the deskmate said, and the rambling never stopped.
Qiu Yi usually doesn't strike up a conversation, and he can continue talking with a couple of hums from time to time as a response.
All morning Qiu Yi sat in the yard to play with him, kneading plasticine for a while, and drawing for a while. At noon, Qiu Yan rubbed his nose, hesitated, and said, "Brother, I want to eat beef jerky."
"Okay," Qiu Yi took out his phone and checked the time. He usually doesn't let Qiu Yan eat snacks, but he will relax on weekends, "I'll take you to buy it."
There is a small supermarket at the entrance of the alley. Qiu Yan stood in front of the snack shelf and was a little confused. He couldn't choose between beef jerky and tofu skin.
"I want to eat them all, can I buy them all?" He raised his face and asked Qiu Yi.
"No, pick one." Qiu Yi replied simply.
"Then don't you want to eat?" Qiu Yan was a little depressed.
"Don't eat." Qiu Yi said.
"I want them all." Qiu Yan tugged on his pants.
Qiu Yi turned around and walked towards the entrance of the supermarket.
"Beef jerky, beef jerky, beef jerky..." Qiu Yan hurriedly shouted a series of words behind him.
"The big one and the small one?" Qiu Yi walked back to the shelf.
"Big ones." Qiu Yan pointed to the ones with big bags.
"Are you still eating at noon?" Qiu Yi smiled, took a big bag and went to pay the money.
"Eat." Qiu Yan happily jumped behind him.
Bian Nan and Wan Fei slept until noon before being woken up by Wan Fei's mother knocking on the door: "It's time to eat! Don't go to sleep! I really doubt whether you usually sleep in school!"
"Sleep..." Bian Nan stretched his waist and kicked towards Wan Fei a few times, "It's just that I didn't sleep enough..."
Wan Fei was almost kicked out of bed by him, sighed, and sat up.
"Do you have any information?" Wan Fei saw the flashing lights of Bian Nan's mobile phone thrown on the bedside table, and took a look at it, "Oh, Zhang Xiaorong?"
"Bring it!" Bian Nan snatched the phone.
Zhang Xiaorong sent him a WeChat message half an hour ago, and Bian Nan wanted to hear it, but raised the phone to his ear and then stopped, looking at Wan Fei.
Wan Fei was waiting, and when he saw him like this, he lifted the quilt that was wrapped around him very unhappy: "What's the matter, are you afraid that I will hear that someone rejects you?"
"Damn, don't play hooligans, haven't you seen enough in the shower..." Bian Nan tugged at his underwear, and laughed again, "It will be the first time in my life if my master is really rejected, you can witness it." .”
"Okay." Wan Fei picked his ears.
Bian Nan pressed listen, and Zhang Xiaorong's gentle voice came from the phone: "How is your injury?"
"Fuck!" Wan Fei roared, "Damn it!"
Bian Nan was also taken aback, this gentle greeting instantly swept away his previous displeasure with Zhang Xiaorong, he glanced at Wan Fei, and said to the phone: "It's okay, what are you doing?"
"Is the sun or the moon coming out today?" Wan Fei ran to the window and pulled the curtains aside, "It's the sun... Did you feel guilty when you saw her that day?"
"Why are you guilty? I'm not someone like her," Bian Nan threw the phone aside, jumped off the bed, put on his clothes and ran into the living room, shouting at Wan Fei's mother, "Auntie!"
"Wash your face and eat, it's already saved a meal. If I hadn't called you two, wouldn't you be planning to eat today?" Wan Fei's mother said with a smile.
After eating a large table of dishes cooked by Wan Fei's mother, Bian Nan half-ly lay on the sofa, throwing the phone down in his hand.
After throwing it for about ten times, Zhang Xiaorong came back with a reply: "I was let go by my classmates, it's so boring to go shopping alone..."
Bian Nan held the phone, thought for a while, and called the phone directly. After several rings, Zhang Xiaorong answered the phone, and let out a lazy hello.
"Where are you going?" Bian Nan asked.
"Pedestrian street, where else can I go?" Zhang Xiaorong said, "Why?"
"I'll go," Bian Nan stood up, went into Wan Fei's room, took his coat and said while putting it on, "You will wait for me at Manji in twenty minutes."
Wan Fei's house is very close to the pedestrian street, and it only takes about ten minutes by taxi, and the time when Bian Nan arrives at Manji is just right.
He glanced inside but didn't see Zhang Xiaorong, so he made a phone call.
"Ah, I'm walking from here to the other side of the studio," Zhang Xiaorong's voice was unhurried, "wait for me for two minutes, I'm walking slowly with my things."
"You wait for me where you are, I'll go over." Bian Nan said, this is Zhang Xiaorong, he really doesn't have such patience for another girl.
He hung up the phone, put the phone back in his pocket and was about to walk towards the studio, when he looked up, his steps stopped.
hehe.
hehe! hehe…
I can't stop fate when it comes.
But what surprised Bian Nan the most was not that he could run into Qiu Yi just by taking two steps in the pedestrian street, but that Bian Xinyu was standing next to Qiu Yi!
Can Qiu Yi get involved with Bian Xinyu
What the hell is going on
Bian Nan stood on the spot and looked at Qiu Yi. He was stunned for a long time, but he couldn't decide whether to pretend he didn't see it and walk away, or go up and punch him, or continue to be stunned.
Or say happy birthday to Bian Xinyu
Qiu Yi was also obviously surprised, and didn't move when he stood still.
"Yo, Bian Nan?" Bian Xinyu broke the silence and raised her eyebrows. When she realized that Bian Nan's gaze was not on her, she turned her head to look at Qiu Yi, a little dazed, "Hey, do you two know each other?"
"That's right." Qiu Yi smiled.
"Let's go." Bian Xinyu glanced sideways at Bian Nan, pulled Qiu Yi's sleeve, and went straight to pass Bian Nan.
Qiu Yi didn't move, he still looked at Bian Nan.
The feeling in Bian Nan's heart is a bit indescribable now, and even the quarrels with Qiu Yi are not the point anymore, Qiu Yi and Zhang Xiaorong, Qiu Yi and Bian Xinyu, what's going on, he's gone now Concerned, he didn't feel much in the face of Qiu Yi's provocative eyes.
There is only one sentence in his mind, Bian Xinyu knows Qiu Yi, will she tell Qiu Yi, what will she say
He passed Bian Xinyu in silence, and walked forward without looking back.
"Let's go!" Bian Xinyu raised her voice and called out to Qiu Yi again.
Qiu Yi looked back at Bian Nan's back, and followed Bian Xinyu's footsteps.
After walking forward for a while, Qiu Yi asked, "What's your relationship with Bian Nan?"
"Me and him?" Bian Xinyu sneered, her voice full of disdain, "What can I have to do with him? Telling it out will scare you to death."
"Oh." Qiu Yi smiled and didn't say anything else.
Bian Xinyu sneered again: "Do you think Bian Nan and I are siblings or something?"
"Isn't it?" Qiu Yi glanced at her.
"That's right, but it's not embarrassing enough to say it," Bian Xinyu frowned, "He was born to my father with another woman."
Qiu Yi's footsteps paused, Bian Xinyu turned around and took a few steps back, her voice was a little cold: "He is the son of Jian San'er."
Qiu Yi didn't speak.
Bian Xinyu didn't continue after saying this, and changed the subject: "How about I perm the ends of my hair?"
"Your school makes the head of freshman perm?" Qiu Yi asked.
"What's the matter with perming the ends of your hair?" Bian Xinyu shook her hair, "Do you think it looks good after being permed?"
"I don't know." Qiu Yi said.
"Hey, when you were making up lessons for Chen Tingting during the winter vacation, didn't I go to find her? Her hair was curly back then." Bian Xinyu reminded him.
"... I don't remember." Qiu Yi thought for a while.
"You don't remember any of this?" Bian Xinyu looked at him with some disappointment, "Then my hair was much longer then, don't you remember it too?"
Qiu Yi covered his mouth with his hands and coughed lightly: "Did you cut your hair?"
"Hello!" Bian Xinyu stared at him and raised her voice, "Do you not even remember what I look like?"
"Not at all," Qiu Yi said, "I will remember you when I see you."
Bian Xinyu wanted to say something else, but Qiu Yi pointed to the road on the right: "You are going to get your hair done, I'm leaving, it's almost time for remedial classes, happy birthday."
Before Bian Xinyu could speak, Qiu Yi turned around and walked along the right-turning road.
When Bian Nan saw Zhang Xiaorong, she was sitting on a bench by the side of the road with her head down and playing with her mobile phone, her long hair covered half of her face, she looked quiet and comfortable.
However, the scene that would have made Bian Nan's heart flutter was nothing special now, he walked up to Zhang Xiaorong and sat down on his buttocks.
"You scared me." Zhang Xiaorong turned her head to see him, and patted her chest, "Why didn't you call me?"
"Isn't it the same to call you?" Bian Nan said, "Have you eaten yet?"
"I lost weight," Zhang Xiaorong touched her face, "my face is round."
"I can't tell, it looks pretty." Bian Nan glanced at her.
"Why do you say that?" Zhang Xiaorong laughed.
"All? Who else said that?" Bian Nan chased.
"No one." Zhang Xiaorong smiled.
Bian Nan felt that Zhang Xiaorong's smile was a little too obvious, so he also smiled: "Qiu Yi?"
"Don't make random guesses," Zhang Xiaorong put away her smile, and said with a frown after two seconds, "He didn't mean anything else."
Bian Nan was not a very patient person in the first place, and now he felt very irritable as if he had just fallen into the river and was scooped up by someone and then kicked down. Zhang Xiaorong didn't know if it was intentional or not. His words made him quite upset: "Did I say he meant something else?"
Zhang Xiaorong was stunned, this was the first time Bian Nan used such a tone to her, she brushed her hair: "I didn't say anything, you two are my friends, I just don't want you to mess with me because of me." It's like having a grudge..."
"Friend?" Bian Nan leaned on the back of the chair and looked at her, "I don't know what happened to Qiu Yi, but I'm chasing you, don't say you don't know."
Zhang Xiaorong lowered her head, still with a smile on her face: "Bian Nan..."
"I have a bad temper, and I don't have much patience." Bian Nan interrupted her, extremely irritable, "If you want, you can, and if you don't, just say it. Is it interesting to hang me like this? Is it fun?"
"What are you talking about!" Zhang Xiaorong's smile froze on her face.
"It's nothing." Bian Nan stood up, "It's just a literal meaning, it's a matter of whether you want to say a word, I think I won't accompany you on both sides."
After saying this, he turned around and left without looking back, but he didn't hear what Zhang Xiaorong yelled behind him.