Bian Nan pushed him and looked at Qiu Yan who was placing the dishes and chopsticks: "You don't know that Gang Erbao looks so heartbreaking. He told people that he only went to barbecue in winter and there were mosquitoes in summer."

Qiu Yi sighed: "I'm convinced you."

Although Qiu Yi did not agree to camping and only agreed to barbecue in the end, Qiu Yan was still very excited and could not even attract his attention. He kept talking to Dad Qiu while eating.

"Boil a grill to make you happy," Papa Qiu sighed, "We were barbecuing every day, and we didn't have any food to eat..."

Then he started talking about the past with great enthusiasm, and he had not stopped even after he had finished his meal.

Qiu Yi took the bowl to wash, and Bian Nan squatted beside him and said with a smile: "Hey, Erbao is very addicted to hearing it, he doesn't wash the bowl anymore."

"He has been listening to these for many years," said Qiu Yi.

"...Then he is still so devoted?" Bian Nan looked over there.

"My dad stays at home every day and there is nothing else to say," Qiu Yi smiled. "I told Erbao. I have to listen carefully to whatever my dad says, otherwise he is too boring."

Bian Nan looked at Dad Qiu, who was very interested in speaking, and suddenly felt a little moved. Dad Qiu had been staying at home like this for many years.

"I'll listen, I haven't heard of this passage yet." Bian Nan rose and ran over and sat next to Dad Qiu.

Dad Qiu talked until after nine o'clock before going back to the house to watch TV. Qiu Yan stood in the living room and looked at Bian Nan: "Dahuzi, are you sleeping with my brother?"

Bian Nan was stunned: "Ah?"

"You won't leave today. You'll go play basketball tomorrow morning and go to barbecue in the afternoon!" Qiu Yan said with anticipation.

"I..." Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yi. To be honest, he was quite willing to stay here, much better than at home.

But since Qiu Yi’s birthday, he always feels a little embarrassed when he thinks of sleeping in the same bed with Qiu Yi, and he doesn’t know why.

"You go to dad's house to sleep." Qiu Yi waved to Qiu Yan.

Bian Nan entered the inner room, Qiu Yi followed him and brought the door.

"Where is the remote control?" Bian Nan asked, "It's so hot."

Qiu Yi threw the remote control at him and sat down on the chair: "I won't play ball tomorrow, right? If you want to go in the afternoon, you have to prepare something?"

"Yeah," Bian Nan sat next to him and laughed twice, "I'm actually a little excited."

Qiu Yi glanced at him: "Why?"

"I haven't gone to the barbecue for a long time," Bian Nan lay on the bed. "I went back to the barbecue with Wan Fei's parents. I got tired of it for two days after I came back."

"Lying off your clothes and lying down." Qiu Yi pointed at him.

"Oh," Bian Nan sat up, and when he was halfway through his clothes, he asked, "I drank too much... did you take off my clothes?"

"Otherwise, who will take it off for you, I will wipe it for you. It's so annoying that you drink wine." Qiu Yi took a notebook from the drawer, put his legs on the table, leaned against the chair, and took a pencil to draw on the notebook.

Even wiped it? Bian Nan was stunned for a moment, covered his stomach and lay down on the pillow, without making any noise for a long time.

You can smell Qiu Yi's body on the pillow, and the clean soap smell and shampoo smell are mixed together, which is quite pleasant.

Qiu Yi kept drawing on the notebook, looking at him from time to time, Bian Nan looked at him for a while, and touched his face: "Are you painting?"

"Yes." Qiu Yi stopped writing and looked at him with a look.

"Draw me?" Bian Nan sat up and wanted to come over and take a look.

Qiu Yi closed the notebook with a snap, and pressed the pen in his hand against his chin: "Let's read it after finishing the drawing."

"I'm still keeping it..." Bian Nan lay back on the bed, "Can I move?"

"Move it casually." Qiu Yi opened the book and continued to draw.

"You are too unprofessional," Bian Nan tskated, pillowing his arm, "They don't let the model move."

"Then don't move," said Qiu Yi.

"Just move." Bian Nan kicked his legs and pushed his hips twice.

Qiu Yi looked at him without saying anything and laughed after a while.

Bian Nan was embarrassed by his smile. He didn't know why he did this for no reason, so he had to point at Qiu Yi: "What are you so stupid! Draw well!"

"Yes." Qiu Yi nodded with a smile.

Neither of them spoke anymore, and Bian Nan looked at the pen that was walking and walking in Qiu Yi's hand with his arms.

This feeling is pretty good. The room is very quiet, the air conditioner makes a very low buzzing sound. When your eyes follow the pen, Biannan can hear the rustling sound of the pen tip passing by on the paper.

Qiu Yi painted it very seriously. Occasionally glanced at him. The warm yellow light brought out half of the shadow on his side face, making it three-dimensional and exquisite.

Bian Nan looked at him and suddenly felt very at ease, not as usual as he was always in a panic.

Although Bian Nan hadn't had a good relationship with any girl, the stable atmosphere suddenly made him think of falling in love.

fall in love?

Bian Nan sighed. Recently, what he was thinking about was always a bit unrestrained.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" he asked glared at the ceiling.

"No." Qiu Yi's answer was very simple.

"It's strange that you haven't discussed this condition. You look good, cook deliciously, and feel sensible. You don't have to worry about anything when you stay with you..." Bian Nan looked at him, "What kind of girl do you like?"

"Do you want to introduce me?" Qiu Yi asked.

"You are so beautiful, I keep the right one myself." Bian Nan smiled.

"You are very cute." Qiu Yi said.

"I have vision," Bian Nan raised his thumbs up at him, "The first time someone said I was cute."

Qiu Yi turned his pen and looked at him and smiled.

"Dabao," Biannan lying on his back, "Your eyes... look so good when you smile. Has anyone ever said?"

"No, do you have to exchange praises?" Qiu Yi said with a smile.

"It's true, like me, the dark tree is as bright as I am, what's the brightness?" Bian Nan frowned for a long time without saying anything, "It's still a sword or some eyebrows... It's so sad that I'm fucking illiterate..."

"The eyes are bright and starry-eyed? Sword-eyed and star-eyed?" Qiu Yi laughed, leaned on the arm of the chair, stretched out his arms, and the tip of the pen fell on his eyebrows, and slowly stroked along the bridge of his nose to his lips, "That's right."
Chapter completed!