Dad said the last word with helplessness and anger. Bian Nan looked at him and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.
The two faced each other in a stalemate for a few seconds, Dad sighed heavily, walked out of the study with his side, and went upstairs to the terrace.
Bian Nan stood in place for a long time, he couldn't understand his father's feeling, and probably his father would never be able to understand his own feeling.
He turned around slowly and walked out of the study.
Bian Hao sat on the stairs with his back to the study door, and Bian Nan walked downstairs beside him.
The atmosphere is very stiff and heavy, and the air pressure in the whole house is so low that people feel unable to breathe.
It is because of him.
He stopped in the corridor on the second floor, returned to his room, and opened the wardrobe door.
Dad told him to go.
What made him confused was that he didn't know whether he should just roll like this, or not move yet.
But in the end he still took out his backpack from the cabinet, stuffed some sets of clothes in it, and put the little clay figurines and piglets that Hou Qiu Yi gave him in bags and put them in as well.
There are only a few sets of clothes he often wears, just the few sets of sportswear that come and go, and the bags are just full when they are rolled up.
After closing the closet door, he stood by the bed and thought for a long time.
What else should I take
It seems that there is no more.
He touched the wallet and mobile phone in his pocket, picked up the bag, turned and walked out of the room, closed the door and went downstairs.
There was no one in the living room, and the TV was turned off, making it look deserted.
Bian Nan took a look into the dining room. Auntie was sitting at the table staring at a table of steaming dishes in a daze.
He didn't move when he heard his footsteps.
Bian Nan bit his lip, changed his shoes, opened the side door of the living room corridor, and entered the garage.
He stood in the garage for several minutes, he had some very important things to sort out first.
Qiu Yi was still waiting for him in the coffee shop. As long as he carried his bag and told Qiu Yi that I was kicked out of the house, he could go back with Qiu Yi.
He didn't know what kind of mood Qiu Yi would feel, and he didn't know what Qiu Yi would think when he saw himself leaving home because of this incident... This situation should not have been expected by Qiu Yi.
He walked out of the garage, put his backpack by the yard door, took off his coat and threw it next to the backpack, then took a deep breath, jumped on the spot again, and then ran out of the yard gate and ran along the road Run to the cafe.
Qiu Yi was not in the coffee shop, but was standing by the side of the road with a cigarette in his mouth, looking this way.
Seeing him running over from a distance, he pinched his cigarette and greeted him.
"How is it? Are you okay?" Qiu Yi grabbed his arm and looked at his face through the streetlight.
"It's okay." Bian Nan rubbed his face and laughed twice, "You can still hit me all the time."
"How do you say it? It's shorter than I estimated," Qiu Yi squeezed his shoulder, "Did you quarrel?"
"No," Bian Nan waved his hand with a smile, "My dad... doesn't quite understand, and he's still angry, but he didn't make it too difficult for me. For the time being, that's all we can do about it."
"Really?" Qiu Yi still looked at him, and stretched out his arms to hug him, "It's really hard for an older person to accept such a thing, but you just stay calm and stop arguing with your dad Just do it."
"Well, I know," Bian Nan rubbed his hands, "Don't worry, you can go back with peace of mind."
Qiu Yi smiled: "Are you cold? Don't come out wearing a coat."
"I didn't care about it, so I rushed out to tell you, I said I went to the coffee shop to buy a cup of hot cocoa and ran out," Bian Nan grinned, "It's not cold, it's much more comfortable than last night .”
"Then you're going to buy hot cocoa?" Qiu Yi put his arms around him and rubbed his back vigorously a few times, "Actually, you can just call me and tell me, because you haven't talked well with your family yet, and you're going out again."
"I want to meet you," Bian Nan said with a smile, "It's so exciting in private."
"Stupid." Qiu Yi laughed.
Bian Nan went to the coffee shop to buy a cup of hot cocoa, and looked at the list. There was no rice milk, so he clicked his tongue: "Hey, when will you make me rice milk?"
"It's the weekend. There is no make-up class this Saturday afternoon. You can try it." Qiu Yi said.
"This parent is good enough. He's only 30 on Sunday, and he can arrange make-up classes until 29..." Bian Nan clicked his tongue again, and handed the cup to Qiu Yi, "Isn't it after the first day of the junior high school? Are you going to start mending?"
"I don't have any arrangements for the time being. I have to do an internship in a few days. I'll quit the restaurant after the Chinese New Year." Qiu Yi took a sip, "Okay, you should go back soon, do you want to eat?"
"Well, the dishes are already on the table." Bian Nan nodded, remembering how her aunt was sitting by a table of dishes in a daze.
"Okay, I'm hungry too..." Qiu Yi smiled and rubbed his belly.
"Qiu Yi," Bian Nan thought for a while, "Our business... first... don't let your father know."
"Huh?" Qiu Yi was taken aback.
"I thought too simple before. I thought it was nothing. If you know it, you will know it, and you will say it," Bian Nan said in a low voice. Don't know, I'm worried."
Qiu Yi didn't say a word, but hugged his shoulder vigorously.
The two of them stayed in the coffee shop for a few minutes before walking out. Qiu Yi confessed to him a few words with concern, then pulled his coat, turned and walked towards the entrance of the community.
Bian Nan took the hot cocoa and ran back. Standing outside the courtyard door of his house, Qiu Yi could no longer be seen. Then he entered the courtyard, put on his coat, put on his bag, closed the courtyard door again, and went to the back door of the community. Went over there.
While walking, he took out his mobile phone and called Wan Fei.
"Oh, Brother Nan, you called me," Wan Fei quickly answered the phone, "It's really hurtful to have no news during the holiday!"
"Where are you?" Bian Nan asked with a smile.
"Grandma's house, I'm going to spend the New Year with the old lady." Wan Fei was probably eating, and he slurred his mouthful. "How are you doing? Are you going to work?"
"Well, it went well," Bian Nan said. Wan Fei actually went back to his grandma's house, and he was a little depressed, "When are you going back?"
"It's over fifteen, what's wrong?" Wan Fei immediately realized, "Aren't you at home?"
"It's nothing, call me when you come back." Bian Nan said.
"Do you have no place to go? Neither can Qiu Yi's house?" Wan Fei was a little anxious, "Why don't you go to my house, you know the aunt who is across the door from my house, she has a spare key to my house, I'll call her Electricity… "
"Hey, did I say I have nowhere to go?" Bian Nan interrupted him, "Where does such a rich imagination come from, I just took a break these two days and wanted to check your brand."
"Fuck, is it true or not?" Wan Fei was delighted, "Then you wait for me, I'll go back and you can flip through it, back and forth, back and forth..."
"Okay, you can eat," Bian Nan said, "Xu Rui has already searched for you..."
"Fuck! Do you have a conscience!" Wan Fei shouted, and then lowered his voice, "We haven't turned it on yet, I'm a decent person."
Bian Nan couldn't help being overjoyed, and talked to Wan Fei for a few more words before hanging up the phone.
Standing on the edge of the sentry box at the back door of the community, Bian Nan pondered for a long time before opening the door of a taxi next to him.
"You still go out in such a cold day," the driver shivered from the north wind blowing in through the door, "where are you going?"
Bian Nan reported a very boring address.
According to the current situation, apart from hotels, the only place I can go is boring.
He doesn't want to go to the hotel.
Because of being strange and... lonely.
He wants to find a place where there are acquaintances to live first.
This boring street is extremely deserted at night, and even in the middle of the day, there are not many people to be seen, and there is not even a human hair at this moment.
Bian Nan looked upstairs, there seemed to be a faint light, he ran up the stairs.
The store door was closed, and a sign saying "too boring to close" could be seen hanging on the door through the dim street lights.
"Uncle!" Bian Nan patted on the door and shouted, "Brother Yang!"
Nothing happened inside.
He took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight to take a picture at the door, but he didn't see the doorbell, so he had to continue to knock on the door: "Brother Yang, Yang Xu! Open the door! If you don't open the door, I will kick it!"
After patting and yelling for about two minutes, Bian Nan finally heard footsteps coming from inside and heaved a sigh of relief.
The light could be seen in the crack of the door, and then the door was opened. Yang Xu stood inside impatiently. As soon as he saw him, he took off the sign on the door and held it in front of his eyes: "You don't know how to read?"
"I don't know," Bian Nan squeezed in from the door, "What time is it, the coffee shop downstairs in my house is serving customers, and your place is closed..."
"Then you go to your coffee shop and stay." Yang Xu closed the door and looked at him, "Why do you come here?"
"You can sleep here." Bian Nan entered the back room, walked to the window where he and Qiu Yi liked to sit every time they came, threw the backpack away, and leaned on the cushion.
Yang Xu turned on the light in the back room, stared at him for a long time, and finally smiled: "Did you two fight?"
"Who are you two?" Bian Nan asked, "Is there any more cake? I haven't eaten yet."
"There's no more pancakes," Yang Xu thought for a while, "Do you want to eat dumplings?"
"Oh, there are dumplings? Isn't your coffee and cake specialty here?" Bian Nan was a little surprised, but when he thought of dumplings, his stomach screamed.
"I ate it myself, there is some left over, you can cook it and eat it," Yang Xu pointed to the refrigerator outside, "You can't beat him?"
"Who is it?" Bian Nan stood up, ran out and opened the refrigerator door, and saw a bag of quick-frozen dumplings.
"Your little boyfriend." Yang Xu leaned against the door of the back room and said with a smile.
Bian Nan was stunned, and suddenly turned his head to look at him: "What?"
"Is it Qiu Yi?" Yang Xu said.
"Damn," Bian Nan was shocked, and then a little embarrassed, "You...how did you know?"
"How else do you know, when the two of you see Tian'ermao together, you look at me and I see you scratching your itch in the sun." Yang Xu stretched himself, walked to the sofa and lay down on it, "It's too obvious."
Bian Nan opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. He lowered his head and took out the dumplings before looking at Yang Xu again: "You... don't feel disgusted by this?"
"Disgusted?" Yang Xu lazily rested his arms on his pillow, smiled after a moment of silence, "You didn't get beaten up for coming out of the closet, did you?"
"...Let me cook the dumplings first." Bian Nan walked around the room with the dumplings and stopped, "Where should I cook them?"
"It's so annoying," Yang Xu pointed to the hut where he usually sleeps, "Go in, there's a small kitchen inside."
Bian Nan entered the hut only to find that the hut is not small, but rather big, with a unique feeling.
The bookcase, computer and bed are complete, and besides the kitchen, there is a beautifully decorated bathroom at the end. He couldn't help shouting, "Do you just live here?"
"Well," Yang Xu came in, took a pot and boiled water, "How troublesome would it be to have to run back and forth."
Bian Nan leaned against the wall, and after entering the room for a long time, he finally warmed up. Looking at the stove fire in front of him, his heart gradually became more at ease: "Thank you, Brother Yang."
"Have you been kicked out of the house?" Yang Xu seemed unwilling to stand for a second, and with just a few words, he had already pulled a chair and sat down.
"That's right." Bian Nan said in a low voice.
"Why don't you go to Qiu Yi?" Yang Xu leaned on the chair and put his legs on the desk.
"I didn't tell him that I left home." Bian Nan looked at the water in the pot.
"Why don't you say it?" Yang Xu glanced at him.
"I'm afraid he'll be in trouble, it's the Chinese New Year soon, and I'm afraid he'll feel sorry and I'll be under pressure." Bian Nan frowned, "He doesn't like to say anything in his heart, and he doesn't show it on his face."
"Hey," Yang Xu sighed, "You don't plan to rely on me all the time, do you?"
"Okay?" Bian Nan laughed.
"No." Yang Xu said.
When the water boiled, Bian Nan poured a bag of dumplings into the pot and stirred it with a spoon: "Brother Yang."
"Don't beg me, it's useless to beg me." Yang Xu said quickly.
"Do you know where I can rent a house?" Bian Nan asked him, "One or two months, I can't go back to the school dormitory now that I'm on vacation, Zhanfei's place can only be arranged after the internship period, and it may not be possible to arrange it …”
"Yes, my family." Yang Xu said.
"Give me a cheap price." Bian Nan stopped his hands immediately and stared at him with a spoon.
"It's free for you," Yang Xu stood up and walked slowly to the bed in the hut, opened the drawer, took out a bunch of keys and threw them to him, "If you help me clean up the room, it's the rent."
Bian Nan looked at the key, and then at him: "How long has it been since you cleaned it? Just tell me if I can clean it up in two months..."
Yang Xu laughed: "It's about the same, clean up while you live, thank you."
Bian Nan put away the keys. He hasn't cleaned up the house yet. His own house has always been cleaned up by the nanny and aunt. He seldom goes home and there is nothing to clean up in the house.
I don't know how messy Yang Xu's house can be... If it doesn't work, just ask the housekeeper to clean it up, it's still much cheaper than the rent.
"Don't even think about hiring a housekeeper," Yang Xu added some cold water to the pot, "The housekeeper won't take any work after seeing it."
"Fuck." Bian Nan couldn't help sighing.
After the dumplings were cooked, Bian Nan found a plate and put them on a plate, sat in the usual seats with Qiu Yi, and ate without taste.
Before they finished eating, Qiu Yi called. Bian Nan picked up the phone and yelled outside: "Brother Yang, don't talk, I'll answer the call."
"Who is sick and yelling to talk to you!" Yang Xu also yelled.
"Hello?" Bian Nan answered the phone, "Are you home?"
"Well, have you finished your meal?" Qiu Yi asked with a smile.
"Eating," Bian Nan looked at the dumplings in front of him, they were quite steaming, and then he heard Qiu Yi's voice, feeling very warm, "Have you eaten yet?"
"Let's eat later, the neighbor's grandma steamed buns today, brought a bunch of them, and they are heating up..." Qiu Yi paused in the middle of speaking, and said helplessly, "Hey, Erbao wants to talk to you."
Before the words fell, Qiu Yan's crisp, booming voice came from over there: "Big Tiger!"
"Hey, Erbao, did you miss me?" Bian Nan felt his nose sore for no reason.
"Think about it," Qiu Yan probably came running over, his voice still panting, "Didn't you say that the Chinese New Year is my house? The Chinese New Year is coming soon, when will you come?"
"This weekend will be over. Your brother said he is making rice milk. Let's go shopping for new year's goods together." Bian Nan said.
"Is yogurt considered a New Year's product?" Qiu Yan asked.
"Forget it, just remember the yogurt," Bian Nan said happily, "I'll buy you a box at that time, you can drink it slowly, and you don't have to keep using points to exchange it."
"The points are also exchanged, you have to exchange them," Qiu Yan is very serious, "the points are exchanged without money."
"Hey, how did you get the points? You're not like your brother..." Bian Nan felt helpless and stuffed a dumpling into his mouth.
"My brother said that you and I are brothers." Qiu Yan said.
Bian Nan laughed for a long time: "Your brother is really bad."
Qiu Yan talked a lot, talking with Bian Nan from school to home and back to school, before he finished talking about the steamed buns over there, Qiu Yi snatched the phone: "Okay, let's eat first, I will call you tomorrow. "
"Yes," Bian Nan replied, "I'll continue to eat."
After hanging up the phone, Bian Nan lay down on the cushion, feeling much more comfortable.
His mood that night was indescribable, uncomfortable, depressed, relaxed, confused, uneasy, apprehensive... and a little faintly excited. I don't know if it was because of some kind of "liberation" or because of inexplicable expectations for the future.
He lay down for a while, sat up again, ate all the remaining dumplings, and then ran to the hut: "Brother Yang, I use your computer."
"Wash the dishes first." Yang Xu glanced at him.
Bian Nan tidied up the kitchen. Hearing his movements, Yang Xu couldn't help turning around and asking, "You never work at home, do you?"
Bian Nan laughed twice, and ran to his side, Yang Yang was watching a tennis match, he grabbed the mouse on the table: "I use the computer."
Yang Xu stretched his legs lazily and kicked under the table, the chair slid back: "What are you doing?"
"I'll check the money." Bian Nan smiled at him with bared teeth.
Bian Nan didn't have too much money in Kari, he wouldn't check every time his father said to send him money, and his father didn't know how much money he gave.
He didn't care about these before, but now he must have a general understanding of his financial situation, or else he would starve to death before the end of the year with his internship salary of less than two thousand.
When he saw the balance on the card, he was stunned. Although he didn't have a specific number, he remembered that including the dictionary he hadn't brought to Qiu Yi, it should be about one hundred thousand, but now the balance shows about two hundred thousand.
He clicked the mouse and checked the details.
It was found that there were 80,000 transfer transactions half an hour ago.
When he saw the transfer information again, he was stunned.
It's Bian Hao.
"Have you checked?" Yang Xu tapped his butt from behind.
"Well, it's over." Bian Nan exited the page and stepped aside, still a bit unresponsive, why did Bian Hao transfer money to him? Did he transfer it by himself, or... Dad asked him to transfer it
He suddenly felt indescribable, no matter whether the money was given by Bian Hao or his father, he couldn't describe his feelings.
"I heard from Shi Jiang that you played pretty well." Yang Xu went back to the computer and continued to watch the game. "Why didn't you play? What are you going to do as an assistant?"
"Hey, why are you asking this?" Bian Nan sighed.
"A lot of people ask?" Yang Xu smiled, "Shi Jiang also played very well, but he didn't continue to fight after that."
"Our coach said he is injured and can't play anymore?" Bian Nan asked smoothly.
"... Well," Yang Xu's smile suddenly disappeared, "I was injured."
Bian Nan wanted to ask a few more questions, but when he saw Yang Xu's expression, he shut up, turned around and walked out of the hut.
"There is a quilt in the closet of the next room, you can find a place to sleep with it." Yang Xu said, closing the door of the hut.
Bian Nan found the quilt, threw it into the back room, and washed his face carelessly in the small sink behind the bar.
It was so boring and quiet without music playing, Bian Nan was wrapped in a quilt and lay down by the window, pillowed on a cushion, looking at the moon outside the window.
Not knowing what's going on at home now, he sighed.
Dad's words, no matter if it was sincere or angry, his leaving would make Dad even more unhappy.
But if he really didn't leave, he didn't know how to stay at home anymore.
He rolled over.
forget about it.
Although it's not a pleasant thing to leave this home that can't be regarded as relying on, but don't think about it too much.
Tomorrow will be a different life.
Ok.