"It's okay," Wan Fei took a few shots on himself, "What can I do..."

After Wan Fei came in, Bian Nan saw Shen Tao following him, and suddenly became excited: "How is Qiu Yi? Where is the injury? Is it serious?"

"It's better than you. The knife wounds are not deep. They are basically scratches and there are no serious injuries," Shen Tao turned his hand and gently covered the door. "He knows how to protect himself. Have you never been surrounded and beaten? All the vitals are given to others."

When Bian Nan heard that Qiu Yi was not seriously injured, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. His tense nerves suddenly relaxed and almost fell back onto the pillow.

But he soon remembered that Qiu Yi was still in the detention center, and he was suddenly in a hurry: "What's wrong with Qiu Yi! I stabbed the stupid Pan! Why did he recognize him!"

A moment of surprise flashed through Shen Tao's eyes, and he stared at him for a long time without saying anything.

"Brother Nan," Wan Fei was startled and ran to the bed and touched his forehead, "What did you say?"

"Qiu Yi took the knife from my hand!" Bian Nan frowned, "He took it from me after Sha Pan was stabbed!"

Wan Fei couldn't speak, looked back at Shen Tao. After a while, he suddenly jumped up and pressed Shen Tao to the wall: "I haven't figured out this matter yet. If you dare to mess with him, I'll stab you with one knife!"

Shen Tao didn't make a sound, pushed Wan Fei away, walked to the bed, stared at Bian Nan for a long time, and placed a bag in his hand on the bedside table.

"You didn't bring the knife, it was Pan Yifeng's," Shen Tao seemed to be thinking and said slowly. "It was Qiu Yi, the boss of the convenience store opposite the construction site reported the police. Pan Yifeng took the knife when he arrived, and the boss called the police when he saw the knife."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Wan Fei was a little anxious when he heard it.

"They hit Qiu Yi, which is a fact," Shen Tao looked at Bian Nan, "So, if the knife is in Qiu Yi's hand, you can lean on the self-defense. If you are in your hand, it is not necessarily true. No one sees you being beaten."

"Fuck, so he'll just take it!" Bian Nan was stunned for a long time, "Who the hell told Qiu Yi this!"

"No one told me," said Shin Tao, "I guess."

"Guess?" Bian Nan raised his voice, "Guess?"

"I guess that's what Qiu Yi thinks," Shen Tao pointed to the bag on the table. "The gift he gave you is broken, and I went to pick it up the next day."

After a while, Bian Nan reached out and took the bag in front of him. Suddenly, he had no courage to open it. When he lowered his head and gently picked it open, his fingers trembled violently.

When he saw what was in the bag clearly, his tears poured out again.

In the bag was a small clay man who had broken into four or five pieces.

Just looking at the local Biannan, you will know that this is his sportswear from the sports school and a small tennis racket in his hand.

He took out the little clay man's head, looked at his very q face and expression, wiped his tears, and made a sound. After laughing for a while, the tears slid down again.

"Fuck..." Bian Nan bent his legs and pressed his face on his knees, muffled his voice, "It's so fucking like me."

Wan Fei saw Bian Nan crying for the first time, and was stunned for a long time. He didn't know what to do. Finally, he walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, hugged Bian Nan's shoulder, and patted him gently on his back: "Be good, don't cry..."

"Your uncle." Bian Nan pushed him away, trying to wipe his tears, and habitually raised his right hand, full of bandages, so he had to raise his left hand and still had a needle. He had to lift his right hand again and rub his bandage against his eyes.

"Brother Nan," Wan Fei paused for a while, looked at Shen Tao, and turned his face to look at Bian Nan, "Shen Tao went to school to find me today, there was something wrong."

"Say." Bian Nan sniffed.

Shen Tao also sat on the edge of the bed: "Qiu Yi is in the detention center now. Whether he recognizes it or not, Pan Yifeng's group of people has already bitten to death. It's not too easy to deal with this matter. It's just that the line of self-defense is still not passed..."

"Do you want to find a lawyer?" Bian Nan asked immediately.

"Now Qiu Yiren is in the detention center, no one can see him. Only a lawyer can lead the conversation. I just want to find a reliable lawyer..." Shen Tao looked at him.

Bian Nan knew what Shen Tao meant, but when he found a lawyer, he was not sure that his father would help with him with his previous attitude.

He bit his lips and stared at the little clay man's fragments, and only after a long time he raised his head: "Look for Bian Xinyu."

"What?" Wan Fei was stunned.

"Bian Xinyu... will definitely help begging my dad. As long as she speaks, my dad basically... has nothing to agree to her," Bian Nan said with a little difficulty. "My dad is very annoyed with me now. It may not work if I go to beg. If she is there, there is no problem."

"She probably doesn't know about this yet, right?" Shen Tao asked.

"I probably don't know. If I know, I'll start to make trouble." Bian Nan sighed.

"Then I'll call her and talk?" Shen Tao looked at him.

"Yeah." Bian Nan nodded.

"Don't talk about substitution," Wan Fei stared at him, "I can tear Bian Nan if I say Bian Xinyu."

"I have a idea," Shen Tao stood up, "You can recover from your injuries first."

"What's the situation with Erbao and Uncle Qiu?" Bian Nan asked softly. This was the thing he was most afraid of. What would happen to Qiu Yi happen to Qiu Yan and Qiu's father.

"Fortunately, I go every day," said Shen Tao. "Erbao cried for a while. Now there is nothing wrong. Just come out after the battle. "

After Shen Tao and Wan Fei left, Bian Nan leaned against the head of the bed and stared at the broken clay man for the whole afternoon.

Shen Tao picked it up very finely, and he picked it up all of them, which were broken into small pieces. The nurse came in and removed the suspended water. Bian Nan tried to fight with his left hand, and he could roughly fight back to his original appearance.

My father didn't leave the hospital for a day and was always sitting by the side. There were a lot of calls in business, and he walked back and forth between the corridor and the ward.

"Dad, I'm fine, you go back and take a break." Bian Nan looked at his dad.

Although he had nothing to say to his father since he was a child, he would not tell him if he had anything to do and would rather bury him in his heart, he could still feel his concern for him, even if his father was a little entangled with his past affairs and his dissatisfaction with his dissatisfaction with his father.

Now he feels uncomfortable seeing my dad like this.

My father ignored him and sat in silence in the ward. He stood up after the visiting time was over and left the ward silently.

Biannan lies in the ward. The single ward with a living room and balcony is very quiet. Biannan feels this kind of quietness is uncomfortable. It is better to live in a general ward and listen to others and distract yourself.

When the nurse came in, Bian Nan asked her to help turn on the TV and stared at it and continued to daze.

The right hand hurts a little, not strong, and it hurts faintly.

What is Qiu Yi doing?

Is there any place where the injury hurts like him, and it hurts so hard?

What is Qiu Yi thinking?

Qiu Yi didn't lie down like him for two days without consciousness, and he had thought about everything he should have thought about.

What are you thinking about...

Thinking about my most magical birthday in more than ten years, thinking that I have not received the happy birthday from Qiu Yi, thinking that I have struggled for a month but finally failed to say what I wanted to say.

Thinking of that broken birthday gift.

The last sentence Qiu Yi said before he fainted always echoed wildly in his mind.

Bian Nan rang the bell and called the nurse.

"Are there any sleeping pills? I can't sleep," he said.

"Oh, you can't take sleeping pills in this situation," the nurse said with a smile. "It's not until ten o'clock yet, so it's normal to not be able to sleep. Let's watch TV first."

"Is there anything to eat? Late supper?" Bian Nan asked again.

"No, didn't you eat anything for dinner?" the nurse still smiled.

"I can't eat... Forget it," Bian Nan moved his legs, "I will be discharged from the hospital after a day of work."

"You need a doctor to check it out before you know if you can be discharged from the hospital," the nurse patted his shoulder, "You have a good rest."

In fact, Bian Nan asked the nurse to come over and wanted someone to talk, even if it was a few words, he couldn't stand it.

My mind is full of Qiu Yi.

Smiling Qiu Yi.

Qiu Yi, who was the little clay man for him.

The injured Qiu Yi.

Qiu Yi, who took the blame for him...
Chapter completed!