When Bian Nan said that, he felt that he was just a chance to have no one to disturb him. He fought for three days, three nights, three hundred rounds until the sky was dark and the sun was dark and the moon was gone. He was simply ambitious.

But when Qiu Yi suddenly asked so bluntly, he suddenly didn't know how to answer.

Want to it?

Of course, I think, although I didn't seem to think about it carefully before.

The specific content is... I never thought about it.

Not to mention men, he just kissed girls or something. His experience might be worse than Wan Fei.

And... he suddenly felt a little awkward.

Can't tell the reason.

Maybe because in his more than ten years of life, he never thought that one day he would have something to do with a man.

"I'll take a moment," Qiu Yi closed his eyes with his arms on his back, "Will you go back to school in the afternoon?"

"I'll leave at around four o'clock, just in time for the canteen to start dinner," Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yi's eyelashes and reached out and touched it gently, "Dabao."

"Hmm?" Qiu Yi responded.

"Do you want to?" Bian Nan asked in a low voice.

"I haven't thought about this specifically," Qiu Yi smiled, "What's wrong?"

"I just think..." Bian Nan stopped halfway and said, then stuttered and lay on the pillow, "Forget it, I'll take a moment."

"Cover it," Qiu Yi pulled the quilt and threw it on him, "Your dirt-covered clothes are taken off first."

"I don't have any soil on my clothes, you're really trouble!" Bian Nan sat up helplessly and took off his clothes and threw them on the chair beside the bed. "I just pretended to sleep for a while and forced someone to take off so cleanly."

"Elementary school students all know that they should wash their hands before and after meals..." Qiu Yi closed his eyes and counted them one after another.

"Hey hey, haven't I taken it off all this?" Bian Nan covered the quilt and hugged him sideways, "Stop talking."

I don’t know if it was because I didn’t sleep well after drinking yesterday, or because the hooligan was tired of playing, Bian Nan was still a little bit like he was rising up again when he hugged Qiu Yi, but before he could pull it up, he fell asleep.

He slept until four o'clock, and Qiu Yi pushed him, and then he opened his eyes reluctantly.

"It's better than Erbao," Qiu Yi stood beside the bed and looked at him, "Don't you go back to school? Come back quickly, I'll go out to buy groceries later."

"...Oh," Bian Nan slowly climbed up, sat cross-legged on the bed for a while, "Are you going to work tomorrow?"

"Yes." Qiu Yi nodded.

"Let's leave as soon as school is over?" Bian Nan asked again.

Qiu Yi looked at him for a while, smiled, reached out and pinched his chin: "Can you come out at noon? Let's have a meal together?"

"No problem!" Bian Nan was in a good mood and snapped his fingers, "This face must be given to you."

"By the way, this," Qiu Yi took something from the table and handed it to him, "It's done."

Bian Nan took it and saw that it was the little clay man with birthday gift. The missing corners and colors had been repaired, and it was basically impossible to see that he had been thrown.

He smiled: "It's true that professionals still need to do it."

"In fact, it's okay to rebuild one." Qiu Yi said.

"No," Bian Nan tskated, "I want this, it doesn't make a rework. I'll give it to me next time."

"Okay," Qiu Yi said with a smile, "I give you a different one every year on my birthday."

"Really?" Bian Nan thought for a while, "It's too long to wait for a year. Why don't you give me one every festival? It's Christmas, New Year's Day, Valentine's Day, Spring Festival, and the Lantern Festival..."

"Then I'll stop doing anything this year," Qiu Yi laughed. "It's just one birthday, one a year, it's great to have hope."

Bian Nan thought for a long time before finally slapped his legs as if he had made up his mind: "Okay, one per year, next year it's Qiu Dabao."

"Okay." Qiu Yi said.

After playing in the yard with Qiu Yan for a while, Bian Nan took the bag and left Qiu Yi's house.

It was almost five o'clock when I left the alley. Wan Fei called and said, "Will you go back to school tonight?"

"Go back, I've gotten in the car." Bian Nan reached out and stopped a taxi and got in the car.

"Hurry up, Yifan's mother made a spicy fish and asked him to bring it to him, and he brought all the bastards next door to him. I'll grab some of it for you. If you don't come back, I can't save them! You can only hide it in my stomach..." Bian Nan could almost hear his saliva when Wan Fei spoke.

"Promising!" Bian Nan hung up the phone and smiled at the driver, "Uncle, please hurry up, I want to go back to grab the food."

When he returned to school, Wan Fei was squatting downstairs in the dormitory and making a phone call. He was holding a food bag in his hand. When he saw him, he raised his hand and threw it over.

Bian Nan caught it and saw that most of the bags of spicy fish were laughed: "No, no one else blames you for tearing you, I brought a bag with you, right?"

"There are two bags, very delicious! Not very spicy, you can eat them, or I won't grab so many," Wan Fei hung up the phone and walked over, "Let's go, go out to eat outside, I've seen that there are no good dishes in the cafeteria today."

"Fried cake again?" Bian Nan pinched a small fish from the bag and ate it. It was a bit spicy, but it was very fragrant, which reminded him of the fish fillet fried by Qiu Yi.

"I listen to you today. I treat you. I will eat whatever you want," Wan Fei laughed, "My mother gave me money when she got home."

"Save the money and treat Xu Rui," Bian Nan tsk, "I'll go to the Internet cafe after I finish eating?"

"Internet cafe? OK," Wan Fei was stunned, "It's rare that you would take the initiative to go to the Internet cafe, are you going to fight Landlords?"

"You go to your tower, don't worry about me." Bian Nan grinned.

The two of them found a small restaurant and had a random rice bowl. On the way to the Internet cafe, they met the dormitory next door. Bian Nan helped someone to get the bag back, and then went to the Internet cafe with Wan Fei.

Usually, they don’t pick seats when they go to Internet cafes. They sit down with two machines next to each other, but today Bian Nan pulled Wan Fei to find a seat with the wall behind them.

"Why are you sitting in this corner?" Wan Fei asked after turning on the plane.

"I have something to do." Bian Nan sat down and pulled the monitor to the other side of the wall.

"Oh..." Wan Fei looked at him with a long voice and laughed, "I... understand..."

"You know nothing." Bian Nan ignored him.

"Okay, okay, I won't disturb you if you do your business." Wan Fei waved his hand and put on his headphones.

In fact, Bian Nan should have come alone in this kind of thing, but the school people came back in the evening and there was no access control on Sunday, so they would squeeze into the Internet cafe. He had to pull Wan Fei to occupy the seat next to him.

While Wan Fei was shouting to the headset, Bian Nan clicked on the web page.

After thinking about it, I entered a few words.

Gay.

When he knocked on the car and entered the car, he was a little nervous for no reason and took a look at Wan Fei.

Fortunately, Wan Fei was very devoted to both Douta and dating, and he was focused on it once he started.

Bian Nan put his eyes back on the screen and slowly flipped down with the mouse.

Homosexual tendencies, homosexual behaviors, homosexual rights movements (or gay movements).

Gay pictures.

Gay-related information.

Gay website.

What are some good gay movies?

...

Bian Nan looked through a few pages and felt that it was not helpful to him.

He doesn't need any analysis of homosexuality, homosexual tendency tests, and he doesn't have much interest in other homosexuals.

He just wants to know...

How to do it.

In fact, he is not unclear about how to do it.

Then what do you want to know?

Bian Nan closed the page a little annoyed, threw down the mouse, and stared at the screen.

"Is there any cigarette?" Bian Nan kicked Wan Fei's chair.

Wan Fei glanced at him, took off his headphones and shouted: "What?"

"Is there any cigarette?" Bian Nan asked.

Wan Fei took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and threw them in front of him. The man didn't smoke, but he always carried cigarettes on his body to show off.

Bian Nan picked up the cigarette and looked at it: "It's not expired, is this cigarette from last month or last year?"

"It's expired," Wan Fei looked at him, "Don't you just light it and hold it in, and you don't pull it in, and it's the same effect as holding a stick."

"Fuck." Bian Nan was so happy, took one out and lit it, and held it in his mouth.

There is a hidden folder in the Internet cafe. Usually, old hooligans who always come to surf the Internet know how to get in.

There are many movies in it, updated from time to time.

Bian Nan clicked on it, swiped the name of the video one by one, and he automatically made up for a breath of breath in his ears, but he didn't find what he needed.

Someone walked into the Internet cafe and swung past their row of machines. Bian Nan felt guilty and quickly turned off the folder.

Hold!

He blew up the ash, took a breath, clicked on the web page again, hesitated for a while, and began to search and download resources.

In fact, if this job was arranged for Wan Fei, it would probably not take long to complete. Bian Nan would not be so skilled, and he would not think much about these things.
To be continued...