"I don't think Qiu Yi is chasing like that. People in love don't chat like that, and their expressions are wrong." Wan Fei analyzed very experiencedly.

"I'm not for this." Bian Nan frowned. If Bian Xinyu really had something to do with Qiu Yi, he would definitely know that Bian Xinyu is not a person who can hide things.

"Then why are you?" Wan Fei stared at him.

Biannan leaned against the car window and looked out.

have no idea.

Maybe it's because I envy other people who can sit in front of Qiu Yi calmly, look at him, and talk to him.

Maybe it was because when I was in a mess, I suddenly felt a little depressed when I saw Qiu Yi's calm smile.

Maybe it was because I thought I could not do it in the end as before.

Maybe...it was just because I saw Qiu Yi.

"I'm so annoying! Fuck!" Bian Nan cursed.

"Who are you upset?" Wan Fei was stunned.

"I myself."

"Let's take a taxi when you get to the street," Bian Xinyu and Qiu Yi walked out of the restaurant. "I want to walk for a while to digest food, okay?"

"Yes." Qiu Yi nodded.

"I really didn't expect to meet Bian Nan and his girlfriend. The tall one should be, right? I saw that the short one took Wan Fei's hand," said Bian Xinyu. "It doesn't look beautiful, I thought Bian Nan had a high vision."

Qiu Yi turned his head and looked at her, and she waved her hand quickly: "I'm not talking bad about him."

Qiu Yi smiled.

"I'm just weird. There are a lot of girls around Biannan, and I haven't seen anyone with him for a longer time. I always thought that this person has a high vision. The girl just looked quite ordinary..." Bian Xinyu said a few words and stopped again, "Hey, the more he talks, the more strange he becomes, forget it."

"Get a taxi." Qiu Yi reached out and stopped a taxi.

"I said I wanted to walk to the intersection of the street..." Bian Xinyu was a little reluctant.

Qiu Yi opened the car door and looked at her: "Did you say that?"

"I didn't say what you're doing?" Bian Xinyu sighed and got into the car. "It's really difficult to communicate."

Qiu Yi closed the car door and handed the money to the driver. Bian Xinyu shouted in the car: "You won't get in the car? Then why are you going?"

"Run back." Qiu Yi said.

After watching the taxi drive away, Qiu Yicai reached out to stop the car and called Shen Tao in the car: "Come here to drink."

"Your home?" Shen Tao asked.

"Yes." Qiu Yi looked out the window.

"Okay, I'll bring the wine here." Shen Tao hung up the phone.

Shen Tao's house was not close, but when Qiu Yi bought some barbecue in the alley and got home, Shen Tao was already sitting in the yard, putting his pocket with wine on the small table.

"This arm can be lifted like this, look." Qiu Yan was demonstrating Dahuang Feng's pose to him.

"Yes," Shen Tao responded to see it, and looked back at Qiu Yi, "so slow."

"Far away," Qiu Yi went over and touched Qiu Yan's head, "wash and go to bed."

"It's boring." Qiu Yan put away the Great Huang Peak and carried it into the house.

"Who is said to be boring?" Shen Tao asked with a smile.

"You, and my brother." Qiu Yan ran into the house after saying that.

"Who is so energetic?" Shen Tao asked again.

Qiu Yan entered the house and didn't hear it. Qiu Yi sat down next to him: "Bian Nan."

"The two brothers' opinions should be consistent in this regard." Shen Tao took a bottle of wine and put it on the table.

Qiu Yi smiled and said, "I met Bian Nan for dinner with Bian Xinyu today."

"Is that right?" Shen Tao went into the kitchen and took two cups out and poured wine. "Do you want to talk?"

"No," Qiu Yi leaned on the recliner and shook it gently, "I'll let you drink."

The only person who can accompany Qiu Yi to drink and eat and not speak is probably Shen Tao. The two of them sat in the yard and slowly drank wine, but no one spoke.

Two hours later, Shen Tao had almost drunk the bottles of wine he brought. He stood up and washed his face by the pool: "I can't do it anymore."

"Put it with Erbao." Qiu Yi said, drinking the last sip of wine in the cup.

"I'm sleeping on the sofa," Shen Tao wiped the water from his face, "Erbao always loves to kick people when he sleeps."

Qiu Yi sat in the yard for a while, and when he entered the room, Shen Tao was already asleep on the sofa.

After entering the inner room, Qiu Yan lay on the bed and slept with a series of snoring. Qiu Yi went over and turned Qiu Yan over and rushed up, covered him with towels and quilts, and sat at the table.

After taking out the glasses from the drawer and put them on, he twisted the lamp head over and pointed it at the table, and picked up the unfinished clay man.

"Fuck me," Bian Nan ran ten kilometers and rushed directly to Wan Fei who was standing by the runway waiting for him, "Old Jiang is a pervert!"

"Who told you not to serve him well," Wan Fei gagged, threw the towel on his head, learning from Lao Jiang's tune, "Biannan! Have you played tennis for so many years? Are you tired? Your movements are not as good as the little brat in the summer class! Go and run ten kilometers and wake up! By the way! You will have a birthday tomorrow, happy birthday!"

Bian Nan pushed Wan Fei and sat on the steps: "Fuck, do you think he is a pervert?"

"Who is it? You are not in the state in this time," Wan Fei said twice. "Fortunately, Erbao didn't come today, so there would be much more disappointment."

"Shut up." Bian Nan pointed at him.

"How did you arrange it tomorrow?" Wan Fei sat next to him, "Sun Yifan told me that a few of us in the dormitory will come together to invite you to have a meal of leopards."

"No appetite." Bian Nan was not interested at all when he was about to celebrate his birthday.

"Brother Nan, let's spread the word. What do you think? It's been half a month, and I'm going to die..."

"Who is going to die?" Bian Nan stared at him.

"You." Wan Fei also stared at him.

"Fuck, you're so awesome now." Bian Nan made his expression amused.

"I..." Wan Fei was about to speak when Bian Nan's cell phone that was thrown in his bag rang.

"You just talk a lot of nonsense," Bian Nan took out his phone, "more and more, you can sell twenty yuan with a shovel..."

Qiu Dabao.

When Bian Nan saw the caller ID on the screen, his hand trembled and almost threw his phone on the ground.

"Who?" Wan Fei leaned over and took a look, was stunned, glanced at him, then turned around and walked away.

Bian Nan hesitated for a moment and answered the phone: "Hey?"

"I." Qiu Yi's voice came over.

"Ah." Bian Nan said.

"Is birthday tomorrow?" Qiu Yi smiled.

Bian Nan felt that he hadn't heard Qiu Yi speak for several years, and he actually felt like he was a different life... He pressed his phone on his ear, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

"Is it tomorrow? Or did I remember it wrong?" Qiu Yi asked with a smile.

This familiar voice, tone, and laughter were pressed against Bian Nan's ear, like tiny fluff, spreading along his neck and shoulders to his body, causing a little sweat in his palms. He cleared his throat, "It's... tomorrow."

"I have a gift for you," Qiu Yi said, "I will give it to you before I go to work tomorrow night?"

"Ah? OK... Thank you." Bian Nan felt his throat a little dry.

"Then I'll call you tomorrow," Qiu Yi said.

"good."

Qiu Yi was silent for a while: "Then I'm dead."
Chapter completed!