Bian Nan felt that the reason why he could swallow his anger and stay in Qiu Yi's house was not only deliberately disgusted with Qiu Yi, but also because he liked Qiu Yan, and he didn't want to disappoint Qiu Yan.

Of course, there was also a little guilt. He had never thought that his two sticks would make the already difficult Qiu Yi family...

Besides, Qiu Yi did not make Bian Nan particularly angry except for one or two occasional sentences.

So he never expected that Qiu Yi would punch himself in the face in front of his younger brother, and hit him so accurately on his nose.

He is proud of his noble and handsome nose.

Straight and straight nose.

"Why are you crazy?" Bian Nan roared while covering his nose. After this roar, he couldn't say anything else. The soreness and numbness that came from his nose for two seconds made him cry. Don't say it, he could not even bend over and cover his nose.

"Brother, what are you doing--" Qiu Yan was frightened, widened his eyes for a long time before shouting, with a crying voice in his voice.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" The voice of Dad Qiu came from the inner room. He first asked, and then turned into a reprimand, "Qiu Yi, what are you doing!"

Biannan stood up, and the chair fell to the side, he didn't even bother to support him, and rushed directly to the yard.

He had no other emotions in his mind except for inexplicable anger and fire, and he was afraid that he would lift the table again with impulse.

After squatting by the pool, he took his hand and looked at it. His palm was covered in blood. It was probably enough to dye a red scarf.

Hold!

"Big Huzi!" Qiu Yan ran out with him. Because he was anxious, he almost fell down when he passed under the grape trellis.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry," Bian Nan frowned, covering his nose with one hand, enduring the soreness, "I'm fine."

"I'm sorry," Qiu Yan still had tears on his face, and hurriedly ran to him and whispered in a series of words, "Don't be angry, sorry, sorry..."

"What are you sorry for? It's not yours!" Bian Nan saw that Qiu Yan was so angry that he could participate in the Olympic fire distance transmission. He turned on the faucet and said, "I'll wash it first."

"I'll help you," Qiu Yan immediately pulled up his sleeves, reached out to take some water and then patted him gently on the forehead, "I used to love to have nosebleeds, I know how to stop the bleeding..."

"Oh." Bian Nan didn't move, and asked Qiu Yan to take the water and pat him on his forehead.

"Don't be angry with my brother," Qiu Yan sniffed, tears still hanging on his face. The small light in the yard was quite crystal clear and translucent, looking at it, "He didn't do it on purpose."

"He's not the case..." Bian Nan couldn't help but shout, but the angry roar in the room made him unable to finish his words. He turned around and took a look, "Wake up your dad?"

"My dad will scold him," Qiu Yan lowered his head, wiped the tears from his face, and continued to pat Bian Nan's forehead, "My brother is because... because... you said you're going to go..."

"Don't swear, kid!" Bian Nan said reflexively, then he was stunned and reacted, "I? I just said, "What's the matter with you..."

My mom is dead.

Bian Nan suddenly remembered what Qiu Yan once said.

In other words, Qiu Yi is dead.

"I'm just a simple word, not to scold your mother," Bian Nan frowned, "He's reacting too much..."

"He is not in a good mood these days," Qiu Yan bit his lip, took out a small handkerchief from his pocket and went to Bian Nan, "Da Huzi, wipe your face."

Bian Nan pointed to his face: "You wipe your own face first."

"I don't need it," Qiu Yan rubbed his hands on his face a few times, "The handkerchief is clean, I haven't used it today."

Bian Nan had to take the handkerchief and wipe it on his face. There was still some blood under his nose. He couldn't stand his blood. He stood up and rubbed the handkerchief under the faucet and said, "Okay, it's okay, I'll leave."

"Ah?" Qiu Yan grabbed his hand anxiously.

"Wait." Qiu Yi's voice came from behind.

Bian Nan threw the handkerchief on Qiu Yan's head, turned around and looked at Qiu Yi: "What else do you want to do?"

"Erbao, please come into the house to clean up," Qiu Yi didn't sit in a wheelchair. He jumped slowly from the door a few steps, jumped under the grape rack, and put the plaster leg on the small stool next to him, "I'll talk to Dahuzi."

"Oh." Qiu Yan glanced at Bian Nan and ran into the house with a handkerchief.

Bian Nan had no interest in chatting with Qiu Yi, and he felt that he didn't know how to turn around. Just when he was about to turn around and leave, Qiu Yi cleared his throat: "I was too impulsive just now."

These words made Bian Nan stop taking steps, and was he here to apologize?

Bian Nan suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Although his nose was not very comfortable, he didn't want to make a big deal, especially the premise of this punch was that he said something swearing.

"Forget it," Bian Nan waved his hand, hesitated for a while and said again, "But I really didn't target anyone specifically, so I just said it."

"My mother passed away," Qiu Yi said, "I feel uncomfortable when I hear this. Besides, I feel very upset when I see you."

"I usually go to other people's uncles," Bian Nan glanced at him, "Actually, I didn't feel very happy to see you. I always looked at Erbao when I was having a meal."

"Master, whatever," Qiu Yi lowered his head and adjusted his legs, pointed to the stool next to him, "Sit down and chat for a while."

Bian Nan looked at his legs: "I won't sit on the stool to see the sport of all living beings."

"Qiu Xiaoyan," Qiu Yi turned around and shouted into the house, "Push the wheelchair for me."

"Oh——" Qiu Yan put down the chopsticks he was tidying up, pushed the wheelchair and trot out, skillfully put the wheelchair behind Qiu Yi, and sat down with Qiu Yi.

"Go and wash the dishes." Qiu Yi touched his head.

"Yes." Qiu Yan looked at Bian Nan again, then lowered his head and ran back into the room.

"My dad asked me to apologize for you." Qiu Yi said.

"No need, there is nothing to apologize for this. I didn't apologize for beating you," Bian Nan washed his face under the faucet, his nose was no longer bleeding. He sat down on the small stool next to him, "I owe this to you, and I... I don't feel anything if others are going to go to my mother anyway."

"Is that right?" Qiu Yi pointed his finger at the forehead and replied softly.

"Yes," Bian Nan grabbed a grape leaf from the shelf and held it in his hand, pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, "It's impossible for Bian Xinyu to not tell you."

"Say a little bit," Qiu Yi took out the cigarette box from his pocket and took a cigarette, "Or?"

"No," Bian Nan shook his head, "I always choke if I'm not skilled in my business."

Qiu Yi smiled and lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

I said I wanted to chat for a while, but after a while, neither of them found something to say.

Qiu Yan came out holding a stack of bowls and squatted by the pool and started washing. They were still struggling silently.

"Get me a glass of water, I'm so thirsty." Qiu Yi suddenly spoke.

"Oh." Qiu Yan responded and reached out to the dishwashing liquid in his hand.

"I'll go," Bian Nan tsk, stood up and walked into the house, "I'll help you to help you make it very easy."

"Cold white tea without salt," Qiu Yi said behind him.

"Are you finished?" Bian Nan stopped.

"Thank you." Qiu Yi said.

Bian Nan went into the house to pour water for Qiu Yi. For the first time, he noticed that there were three black and white cups next to the water dispenser. Qiu Yan usually used black cups to drink water for him, but he didn't pay much attention.

Now I suddenly realized that these three cups should be one of his family. Whose one belongs to the black one?

"Is it a big tiger?" The voice of Dad Qiu came from the inner room.

"It's me," Bian Nan responded quickly, walked to the door of the inner room, and saw Dad Qiu leaning on the bed, "Uncle isn't sleeping?"

"Are you okay?" Dad Qiu turned on the light in the room and stared at his face. "Qiu Yi is so ignorant... He doesn't usually do this. He has a bad temper after being injured. I'm not in good health this time, he may be..."

"It's okay, it's okay," Bian Nan touched his nose, "I'm really okay, uncle, don't worry."

"I just scolded him," Papa Qiu sighed, "You didn't eat well, right?"

"I've eaten it, I'm overeating," Bian Nan touched his stomach, "It's all round..."

"Dad!" Qiu Yi shouted in the yard.

"Uncle, please rest," Bian Nan left the house and took the door with him and asked again, "Uncle, which cup did Qiu Yi use to drink water? I'll pour him water."

"The one who is black is his." said Dad Qiu.

"Oh." Biannan closed the door and looked at the three cups next to the water dispenser and was speechless.

I have been drinking water with Qiu Yi’s cup! I’ve had a good time drinking!

He poured a glass of water and returned to the yard and handed it to Qiu Yi: "Give it."

"Do you still know that this cup belongs to mine?" Qiu Yi tapped the cup gently.

"I just fucking know!" Bian Nan said unhappily and sat on the stool. As soon as he sat down, he remembered that he seemed to say sensitive words again. He immediately glanced at Qiu Yi, "I just said it."

"Yeah." Qiu Yi took a sip of water, and his face was very calm.

"I didn't fucking this to your sensitive temper?" Bian Nan tried to ask.

"without."

"What the hell are you?"

"without."

"...I understand," Bian Nan nodded, "It's not OK to add verbs in front."

"Do you know what verbs are?" Qiu Yi smiled.

"Beat you, smash you, you're all over the ground, there are verbs in front of them." Bian Nan also grinned.

Qiu Yi's smile was not very friendly, with a little mockery. Bian Nan didn't care about him. For a person who failed in elementary school, being thought of poor grades was no longer a blow.
To be continued...