Qiu Yi didn't answer him, but just lowered his head and put the pot on the stove, stared at the pot, poured the oil into it after it was hot.
"Why is the yolk and egg white separated for this egg today?" Bian Nan asked behind him leaning against the wall.
"Scrambled eggs like this are tender and beautiful." Qiu Yi said.
"Oh," Bian Nan replied, "What a waste of time."
"Normally, there is no distinction. Isn't it the first day of your pseudo-internship and you are still depressed?" Qiu Yi poured the egg whites into the pan and stir-fried, "I'll make it better for you."
Bian Nan's heart warmed up, but after being silent for a while, he still opened his mouth in a muffled voice: "I'm actually in a good mood seeing you... But now I've been defeated by you, I can't get rid of an egg fried rice."
"Why did I lose?" Qiu Yi glanced back at him, "I'll just remind you, it's nothing else."
"Do you need any other meanings?" Bian Nan felt quite blocked in his heart, and didn't know how to untangle it. He really wanted to find a stick to open it up. "Just this one meaning is enough to keep me blocked for a while."
Qiu Yi didn't speak, he fried the egg white skillfully, then poured the rice mixed with the egg yolk into the pot, and fried it for a while before saying: "There's nothing wrong with it."
"It's so funny," Bian Nan clicked his tongue, "It's like being a fucking thief, but now you have to think about these things. It's a bit of a struggle to fall in love."
"It's reality." Qiu Yi picked up the rice in the pot.
Bian Nan suddenly became a little irritable, and Qiu Yi's calm words made him very uncomfortable, so he slapped the bowl chef next to him: "You are so boring, we haven't had a romantic relationship yet, so what are you talking about?" Realistic and unrealistic, have you been used to thinking about it in advance since you were a child?"
Qiu Yi ignored him, and continued to fry the rice, adding condiments step by step.
"I think that if you really like someone, you can't think about it at this stage," Bian Nan added, turned around and walked towards the kitchen door, and stopped before going out, "Why don't you just keep your distance and stop being so affectionate?" Like a family, okay, no problem."
After Bian Nan walked away, Qiu Yi turned down the fire, and stared at the pot with a shovel in a daze for a long time.
Bian Nan was a little abnormal today. They had such small frictions before, but Bian Nan didn't have any obvious reaction. Today, I don't know if it was because something happened during the internship. He reacted a bit.
Or... It's time to attack after saving enough times.
Qiu Yi sighed lightly, feeling that he may have gone too much today.
He cooked egg fried rice according to Bian Nan's taste, and put the spare rib soup that had been cooked in another pressure cooker into the electric hot pot, and it can be eaten hot in a while.
Just as he was about to call Bian Nan to serve the dishes, Qiu Yan ran into the kitchen and shouted excitedly, "Brother, are you ready?"
"Okay, you can bring the fried rice over here." Qiu Yi touched his head, "Have you finished your homework?"
"I've already finished writing," Qiu Yan picked up two plates of fried rice, "I'm reviewing."
"It's amazing, I'll review it now." Qiu Yi smiled and followed behind him with a pot in his hand.
When entering the room, Bian Nan came out of the room, glanced at him, and went straight to the kitchen without saying a word.
Serving the dishes, taking the bowls and chopsticks, Bian Nan went in and out several times, but he never spoke to Qiu Yi.
Because of the delicious egg fried rice and the sense of accomplishment brought by the "review" skill, Qiu Yan was always excited when eating and talked a lot. He talked to his father for a while, and showed off to Bian Nan proudly for a while. Listen to him.
Bian Nan talked a lot less, chatted with Qiu's father for a while about today's internship, and then chatted with Qiu Yan, who cooperated with him, basically didn't talk to Qiu Yi too much, and he didn't have egg fried rice that he usually has Enthusiastic response.
After eating, Nan boiled some hot water and helped Qiu Yan wash the dishes.
While Qiu Yan and Qiu's father were still chatting enthusiastically in the living room, he entered the back room and stood at the door looking at Qiu Yi.
Qiu Yi hesitated for a moment, stood up and entered the room.
"I'm going back to school first." Bian Nan opened his bag and looked through the materials Shi Jiang gave, "I have to read this pile of materials, I have to go tomorrow, and bring my coach to work tomorrow."
"Okay," Qiu Yi looked at him, "Tomorrow, remember to forget about your own business and watch how the other assistants do it."
"Well," Bian Nan pulled up the bag, threw it on his back, and sat down on the chair after thinking about it, "Qiu Yi."
"What?" Qiu Yi sat down opposite him.
"I thought about it during the meal. I might have been impulsive in what I said earlier," Bian Nan looked at him, "But, this may not be what you think... I think, your father..."
Qiu Yi leaned back on the chair without making a sound.
"Your father may... I mean possible, he may not... object..." Bian Nan said with some difficulty, "You have done so much for him and Er Bao since childhood, so hard, I don't think he...will embarrass you … Hey, I don’t know what to say, so…”
"My dad has always felt sorry for me," Qiu Yi said in a low voice, "He felt that he couldn't help with everything at home, and it was all on me. He felt that he was my burden, so... because of this , he can’t express his opinion on this matter, what do you mean?”
Bian Nan stared at him for a while, stopped talking, stood up and walked towards the door: "Okay, I see."
Qiu Yi sat still, listening to Bian Nan telling his father outside that he was going back to school to read the materials and leaving first, then listening to him teasing with Qiu Yan for a while, and finally hearing him open the door and go out.
After the yard door opened and closed, he sighed a long time, staring at the chair that Bian Nan was sitting in a daze.
The look in Bian Nan's eyes when he was walking made him feel very uncomfortable, no matter what his original intention was, no matter whether his expression was accurate or not, Bian Nan's look of disappointment was clear.
He took a cigarette from the pack and walked out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Dad asked.
"Stay outside for a while." Qiu Yi opened the door.
"What are you doing outside in the cold?" Dad pushed the wheelchair, "Put on some clothes."
"It's okay." Qiu Yi went out and closed the door behind him.
When the sun was about to set, the wind picked up, and now it is blowing even more vigorously. The north wind passing through the gap in the courtyard door made a sharp hiss, which sounded like a whistle.
Qiu Yi was wearing a sweater, and the moment he lit a cigarette, the wind was blowing through his body.
He squatted by the pool and saw that the leaves had all fallen, leaving only the grape trellises with withered yellow vines.
After smoking a cigarette without taste, he squatted in a daze for a long time, his legs were a little numb, and his body was already frozen stiff, so he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and checked the time.
Bian Nan should have arrived at the dormitory by this time, so he dialed Bian Nan's number.
The dial tone in the handset rang until it automatically hung up, and Bian Nan didn't answer the call.
He held the phone in a daze for a while, then dialed the number again, but Bian Nan still didn't answer the call.
Qiu Yi sighed and sat down on the edge of the pool.
This is the first time Bian Nan has done this, so he is probably really angry.
Qiu Yi bit his lip and clicked on the text message.
sorry.
Don't be mad at me.
I'm just…
I actually...
Qiu Yi's hands were a little stiff from the cold, and he repeatedly typed and deleted, and finally deleted all the content, and put the phone back in his pocket.
It's meaningless to say anything now, the words have already been said, and it is impossible to take them back, no matter whether it is an apology or comfort, it cannot change the current facts.
It was a fact that he liked Pennant.
It's true that he doesn't fully accept his own sexuality.
Now he doesn't want his father to know that it is a fact that he is afraid of hurting his family.
And it was true that these made Bian Nan feel depressed and disappointed.
He didn't know what else to say.
No matter what you say, it seems that you can't untie the knot in front of you.
For him who has always been cautious and steady, this relationship started out of impulsiveness has already hurt Bian Nan.
Qiu Yi scratched his hair, this kind of self made him upset.
"What's there to see about this stuff, isn't it just Zhanfei's history and the coach's introduction?" Wan Fei leaned over to Bian Nan and looked at it, "You've been watching this all night, why don't you work so hard..."
"En." Bian Nan leaned back on the chair, stared at the information, and replied.
"You haven't turned the page for half an hour," Wan Fei shook his hand in front of his eyes, "Is it because you can't read it and you are going to fall asleep, or is there something wrong?"
"Don't bother me." Bian Nan said.
"Who wants to bother you, I'm still annoyed when you look like this." Wan Fei pointed at him.
"Stay over there." Bian Nan glanced at him, then turned back to stare at the documents in front of him.
"You..." Wan Fei frowned and studied him for a while, then turned around and fell down on his own bed, "Forget it, I'll talk to you when you don't want to beat me up."
"Thank you." Bian Nan said.
Qiu Yi didn't call again, Bian Nan glanced at the cell phone thrown aside, there were three missed calls on it, all belonged to Qiu Yi.
He doesn't want to answer the phone now, especially Qiu Yi's call. He feels that if he does, he will quarrel with Qiu Yi on the phone.
But Qiu Yi stopped calling, and he felt a little lost again, and his heart was even more blocked.
Ya didn't even send a text message!
Hold!
In fact, he didn't know what he was angry about.
After getting along with Qiu Yi, behind the happiness and excitement, I don't know when it started, but there was a faint feeling of unhappiness.
Maybe it was there from the beginning, but I didn't realize it.
He doesn't know what it's like to like someone, and he doesn't know what it's like for two people to be together.
I don't even know what it's like for two men to be together.
But this unpleasant feeling made him a little suffocated.
Ever since he decided to leave everything alone and confess his love to Qiu Yi, he never considered what Qiu Yi thought.
people around.
family.
He didn't think about it.
Now that Qiu Yi threw these things out, he suddenly discovered that these things had been between them from the very beginning.
And although he was upset, extremely upset, he couldn't refute it.
As Qiu Yi said, these are facts.
He turned the information back a page, and it was the truth.
but.
He turned the information back a page.
Maybe this is where he gets angry and blocked.
Even if these are facts, he doesn't want to think about it now.
Because he likes the person in front of him, wants to be with him, and wants to stay together for a long time.
Anyway, he couldn't be as calm as Qiu Yi.
Calm as if he didn't like it at all.
He flipped through the materials back and forth about ten times, and when he went to the dormitory to turn off the lights, he didn't understand what was inside.
When he lay down on the bed after washing up carelessly, he could only pray that Shi Jiang or that Gu Wei would not give him a spot check tomorrow like an exam.
Before closing his eyes, he picked up his phone and looked at it again. There were still only three missed calls, no new missed calls, and no text messages.
"Fuck." Bian Nan threw his hands to the foot of the bed, wrapped the quilt around his head, and closed his eyes.
What is love, what is it like to fall in love... He doesn't even want to think about how Qiu Yi feels about him.
sleep!
There are slightly more people in Zhanfei on weekends than usual, but because Zhanfei's training class is not available for registration and payment, the venue is not as lively as other tennis clubs.
Shi Jiang didn't give Bian Nan a specific time. When he arrived at the gate of Shi Jiang's office after nine o'clock, Shi Jiang had just arrived.
"It's quite early." Shi Jiang opened the door of the office.
"I usually have to get up for a run at 5:30, it's very late today." Bian Nan laughed twice.
"Gu Wei should already be here, wait for me," Shi Jiang put a bag on the table and took out a box from it, "I'll take you there in a while... Have you had breakfast yet?"
"Eat." Bian Nan nodded. In fact, he didn't eat. When he woke up in the morning and thought about what happened yesterday, and then saw the three missed calls on his mobile phone, he lost his appetite.
"There's a good breakfast shop at the door, and they have a lot of food." Shi Jiang opened the box, took a bite of a cake from inside, "If you don't have breakfast in the future, you can go there to eat."
"Well," Bian Nan saw clearly that what he took out was a wife cake, and asked casually, "Do you still sell wife cakes?"
"This is not sold by his house," Shi Jiang said, took a sip of water from the cup, and walked outside the office, "Come on."
Bian Nan glanced at the box and followed him out: "This is... such a boring wife cake, right?"
"Are you a regular customer?" Shi Jiang turned around, "I even know his wife's cake."
"It's a frequent visitor," Bian Nan was originally proud of guessing the source of his wife's cakes correctly, but when he thought of how boring he was, he inevitably thought of Qiu Yi again, and his emotions fell back immediately, "His wife's cakes are especially delicious with sesame seeds." Many, very fragrant."
Shi Jiang took him to the side of the court where he played cans in style yesterday. Today, the second young master of the Luo family is not playing with the serve machine. A man who looks like a coach is leading several young people to practice on the court. There are men and women. .
"Coach Gu," Shi Jiang called over, "come out."
Gu Wei glanced back and walked out of the court: "Brother Shi, is this the new intern?"
"Well, Bian Nan," Shi Jiang nodded, "but it's not a formal internship yet, let's get acquainted first, and come over this weekend to help you."
"Can't come normally?" Gu Wei looked at Bian Nan.
"You can come next semester, and you can come after the final exam," Bian Nan said. This Gu Wei looked twenty-seven and eighty-eight, with a round head and a round head. Compared with the serious Shi Jiang, he seemed very amiable. Bian Nan Feeling a little more relaxed, "After the exam, there's nothing to do."
"Then... okay," Gu Wei pointed to a few people on the court, "These are the only ones who trained this morning, you follow along and take a look first."
Bian Nan sat on a chair by the side of the field, watching Gu Wei give lessons to those few people.
When demonstrating the movements, Bian Nan could see that Gu Wei's ball was average. If the two of them had a match, he would basically not lose.
But after watching Bian Nan for a while, he realized that this person's ability to be a coach is not all due to his skills.
Like Qiu Yi, when Gu Wei explained to the students, he expressed very clearly, and he could explain the key points accurately in a few words, and the students could understand quickly...
Bian Nan rubbed his face, why did he think of Qiu Yi again.
"Xiao Bian," Gu Wei called out to him after he had finished speaking to a few people, "You come and feed them the balls, there are more changes."
"Okay." Bian Nan quickly stood up, took out the racket from his bag, and walked over.
"I've been taking care of these for quite a long time, and I'm not a novice," Gu Wei said, "You can play harder."
"Okay." Bian Nan nodded and walked to the field.
Standing opposite was a man in his twenties. He seemed to be in good health and his skin was tanned and shiny. After seeing him, he shouted confidently: "Fight with all your strength, it's okay!"
"Oh." Bian Nan took a ball and patted it twice to test the feel. He didn't do any activity today, and he felt a little tight in his body.
He stretched his arms and legs, and when he was about to serve, the buddy on the opposite side yelled again: "Don't be nervous! It's an intern assistant, let it go!"
Bian Nan glanced at him and threw the ball into the air.
He didn't want to use all his strength for this shot, but in the face of such a sincere request from the other party, he still decided to do it.
He leaned back as the ball fell, and with both his shoulders and his back, he made a swing.
The ball made a heavy sound on the racket, and flew to the opposite field at an extremely fast speed.
The buddy on the opposite side chased after two steps, and the ball popped out of bounds alone.
"Hey!" He shouted, turned his head and glanced at Bian Nan, "Come again."
This time he served the ball, Bian Nan saw that this person's level was far from his confidence level, so he drew the ball back with a backhand, the angle was not in the grip, and the speed of the ball also dropped.
"You can't do it!" The man caught the ball back with good strength.
Bian Nan was a little helpless about this way of playing while shouting, but his already bad mood was aroused by this person, and he continued to sink.
He jumped up and slammed the ball back from the man. Before the opponent could move, the ball bounced off the edge of the baseline.
"Hey!" the man yelled again.
After heying for a few minutes, Gu Wei who was sitting on the side smiled and said: "Brother Chen, this is a professional athlete level. If you keep making people work hard like this, you will really not be able to practice."
"Little friend," the one called Xiao Chen stopped, looked at Bian Nan, and said again after a long time, "You should put it away."
"Okay," Bian Nan nodded, "My name is Bian Nan."
"Give me seven or eight points," Xiao Chen said, and changed his words after thinking about it, "Let's start with five points, I'll try."
Bian Nan couldn't help laughing: "This is too accurate, I will try my best."
According to Gu Wei's request, it is much easier to practice with the students than to train in the school. Several students are also young people with lively personalities, and the communication is quite pleasant.
It didn't take long for Bian Nan to get acquainted with several people, probably because his attention was diverted. After the two hours of training, his mood improved a lot.
"It's awesome," Gu Wei smiled and led him to the locker room, "It stole my limelight."
"You asked me to smoke them," Bian Nan smiled, "I'll listen to you."
"It's good." Gu Wei patted him on the shoulder, "I'm quite right with you. Every time I saw him before, I felt that he owed me money."
"I will try my best not to owe you any money." Bian Nan laughed.
In the afternoon there was a small class training, Bian Nan took a shower, changed clothes and sat in the locker room, waiting to have dinner with Gu Wei.
Gu Wei took a shower and didn't finish it for half a day like doing a project. Bian Nan checked the time, habitually took out his mobile phone, and dialed Qiu Yi's number.
It was only after the dial tone sounded that Bian Nan realized his subconscious action, and when he wanted to hang up, Qiu Yi had already picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Qiu Yi's hoarse voice came from the receiver.
Bian Nan quickly hung up the phone, and somehow nervously turned off the phone.
Qiu Yi's voice sounds like he has a cold