Qiu Yi felt that his head was still a little heavy and he was sleeping very dull.

I felt uncomfortable in confusion and didn't know if I was asleep.

Xiaoyi...

Qiu Yi's breathing tightened.

Xiaoyi, mom really wants to see your wife and your children...

Sorry, mom.

Xiaoyi, why are you so little? Grow up quickly? Mom wants to see it...

sorry.

sorry.

Mom, stop talking...I'm sorry.

No matter when or in any state, as long as you think of your mother, the pain that comes with longing will spread a little bit, and the heart will twitch suddenly, and the cold will slowly flow from your body to your whole body, leaving him with nowhere to hide, and he cannot tell whether it is reality or dream.

sorry……

It seemed that someone had grabbed his arm and gently patted his face.

He struggled to see clearly.

Mother?

Bian Nan jumped out of the taxi and ran into the alley. The snow had started to fall heavily and the air was cold.

When he ran into the yard, he saw Qiu Yan squatting at the door of the room waiting for him in a small cotton coat.

"Hey baby!" Bian Nan quickly ran over and hugged him, "Why didn't you wait in the house? It's so cold, it's snowing, haven't you seen it?"

"See," Qiu Yan hugged him, "Dad is asleep, I'm afraid you will wake them up when you call me."

"Blame me," Bian Nan hugged Qiu Yan and whispered, "I would have known that I would be back tomorrow. Go to bed quickly. Who did you sleep with today?"

"I slept with my dad. My brother was afraid of having a cold. I was already asleep," Qiu Yan rubbed back and forth against him, "I heard your phone number when I got up and pee."

"Then have you peed?" Although Bian Nan wanted to throw Qiu Yan directly into Qiu's father's house, he still patiently whispered to Qiu Yan. This little guy didn't see him for two days and he didn't let go if he hugged his neck.

"It's so cold," Qiu Yan laughed, "I'm trembling with cold, and peeing is turning."

Bian Nan was happy: "Have you peed on your shoes?"

"No." Qiu Yan lowered his head and looked at his shoes.

"Then go to bed," Bian Nan touched his nose, it was cold, "I'll leave by myself in a while, good night."

"Good night," Qiu Yan was probably sleepy and finally let go of his hands. "Remember to close the yard door."

"I understand, I'm really worried." Bian Nan smiled.

Seeing Qiu Yan enter Qiu’s father’s house, Bian Nan jumped up quickly and pushed open Qiu Yi’s door gently.

The lights in the house were on, facing the wall, and a halo was spread on the wall.

Qiu Yi lay on the side of the bed, frowning with his eyebrows, and his fair face was red.

Seeing Qiu Yi like this, Bian Nan felt a little distressed. In his eyes, Qiu Yi has always been very strong and always calm in everything. This is the first time he saw Qiu Yi seemingly weak and uncomfortable when he was sick.

"Hey," he walked to the bed and bent down to look at Qiu Yi, "Qiu Dabao?"

Qiu Yi frowned before he woke up, and it didn't look very uncomfortable. Bian Nan wanted to touch his face, but after reaching out his hand, he quickly shrank back. After rubbing his hands for a while, he felt that his hands were quite warm, so he reached over and touched them gently on Qiu Yi's face.

"Qiu Dabao..." Bian Nan didn't know whether to wake Qiu Yi up or just sit by the bed to visit him to sleep, so the sound was not loud, but after calling twice, he decided to wake Qiu Yi up, so he grabbed his arm through the quilt, "Qiu Da Siss?"

Qiu Yi snorted very lowly, and his already frowning brows frowned even tighter.

"Hey," Bian Nan patted his face twice, "You uncle Bian is coming to see you without grudges. Open your eyes and give me a smile."

Qiu Yi moved, closing his eyes and muttering something, but Bian Nan heard the last two words clearly.

"...Mom?" Qiu Yi said softly.

Mother?

Bian Nan was stunned.

Between him and Qiu Yi, the word "Mom" appears so frequently that it is negligible.

Qiu Yi’s mother cannot mention it too much, probably because it will arouse miss and inadvertently scold and fuck it | your mother will be beaten up, and Bian Nan’s own mother...it’s better not to have it.

So when he heard Qiu Yi shouting this sentence in a daze, he didn't know what to react, and he didn't expect Qiu Yi to say this sentence.

Did you dream of your mother?

"It's me," Bian Nan dialed Qiu Yi's hair on his forehead back, "I'm your uncle Bian. Of course, if you want to recognize me as your fucking father, you can do it."

"...Bian Nan?" Qiu Yi opened his eyes, his voice hoarse and nasal.

"Fuck, why is your voice so hoarse?" Bian Nan was startled when he heard this, "Don't you say Shen Tao has accompanied you to the hospital? Why are you still like this!"

"Oh," Qiu Yi frowned, reached out from under the quilt and patted his arm, "It's okay, don't worry first."

"Can't you be anxious? You'll be mute right away," Bian Nan tsk, grabbed his arm and stuffed it back into the quilt, "Don't move around, it will get worse later."

"Pour some water for me," Qiu Yi croaked in the quilt and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm thirsty."

"Wait." Bian Nan turned around and ran out of the room.

When he took a cup of hot water and returned to the room, Qiu Yi had already sat up and leaned against the head of the bed.

"Hey, didn't I tell you not to move around?" Bian Nan was very upset and pointed at him, "Do you feel that fever is very fulfilling?"

"Then why should I drink water?" Qiu Yi was a little helpless.

"Okay, okay," Bian Nan handed the cup to his hand, "Hurry up and lie down."

Qiu Yi lowered his head and took a sip of hot water slowly, looking at him: "Why are you here? When is it?"

"I don't know, it's over eleven o'clock," Bian Nan felt uncomfortable when he heard Qiu Yi's hoarse voice. "Your voice is almost stopped talking, it sounds uncomfortable."

Qiu Yi took a few sips of water, put the cup on the bedside table, retracted it back into the quilt, and said no more. He just covered half of his face with the quilt, and only looked at him with his eyes exposed.

"What are you always watching me?" Bian Nan felt a little embarrassed by him. He was still in a cold war this day, and the next day he rushed over to visit him in the wind and snow all night. He was really a lover who was very affectionate.

Qiu Yi still didn't say anything, just looked at him.

"Are you looking for a beating?" Bian Nan pointed at him and glared, then paused again, "Oh, it was me who told you not to speak, okay, don't say it, don't say it."

Qiu Yi smiled.

"The eyes are red," Bian Nan leaned closer to him and looked at him. Qiu Yi's eyes were very beautiful, but now they were covered in red bloodshot. I don't know if they were sick or not. "What's wrong with you? I suddenly became sick like this?"

"It's a cold." Qiu Yi smiled and said.

"How could it catch a cold?" Bian Nan sighed, "Press your body, you have to catch a cold only if you run away..."

Qiu Yi stretched out his hand from the quilt and gave him a thumbs up.

"Fuck me, are you running?" Bian Nan lay on the edge of the bed and said with a smile, "What a pity, I didn't look at it."

"Do you want to see?" Qiu Yi touched his chin, "Now you can see it, I'm not wearing it anyway."

"Hey, don't move around," Bian Nan quickly stuffed his hand back into the quilt, and then was stunned again, "Isn't wearing it?"

"Yeah." Qiu Yi nodded with a smile, and spoke a little harder, "I like to be naked when I feel uncomfortable."

"No wonder I let Erbao fall asleep in your father's house. I'm afraid he will kick the eggs randomly," Bian Nan thought about it and leaned forward and whispered, "Hey, I'll touch it?"

"What should I do if I catch a cold?" Qiu Yi curled the corners of his mouth.

"I...heat it first," Bian Nan pulled away his clothes, put his right arm in his arms and hugged him, covered him for a while and took it out and touched Qiu Yi's face, "Is it warm?"

"Well," Qiu Yi smiled helplessly, lifting the corner of the quilt, "Where are you going to touch?"

"Damn, don't ask that," Bian Nan put his hand into the quilt, "How do you want me to answer if you ask this? Touch your Xiaoxiaoyi?"

"Fuck," Qiu Yi laughed, and just laughed and coughed a few more times, "Why are you so hungry?"

"I don't know," Bian Nan held his hand in the quilt, "I'm thinking about it these two days, if you really ignore you, no one will kiss you or touch you, and it's still a little bit of a loss."

"Are you angry with me?" Qiu Yi asked softly.

"I was very angry at first," Bian Nan stroked his fingertips on his arm, slowly slashing on his chest, and then stopped down his chest on his stomach. "I just thought this person was so boring."

"...I'm sorry." Qiu Yi said.

,

"It's nothing right or wrong. Let's not talk about this," Bian Nan touched Qiu Yi's waist and pinched it gently. "It's probably because we think differently. Actually, I... just want to be sure."

"I like you, really." Qiu Yi touched his hand.

"Oh," Bian Nan tskated and couldn't help laughing, "I've said so many times, how can I not rob the words? I'll talk about it later."

"I'm confused, pay attention next time," said Qiu Yi.

"What's going on? Why did you suddenly catch a cold? You'll get a fever after a cold? It's not easy for me to have a cold now." Bian Nan frowned.

"I don't know, I haven't been sick for a long time," Qiu Yi coughed, "After you left that day, I ran to the yard for a while, just half an hour, and I caught a cold when I came back."
To be continued...