When my dad said the last word, he was helpless and angry. Bian Nan looked at him and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

The two of them were stalemate face to face for a few seconds. The father sighed heavily, wiped him and walked out of the study room, heading to the terrace upstairs.

Bian Nan stood there for a long time, but he couldn't understand his father's feelings. I guess he would never understand his feelings.

He slowly turned around and walked out of the study.

Bian Hao sat on the stairs with his back to the study door, and Bian Nan walked downstairs from him.

The atmosphere was very stiff and heavy, and the air pressure in the whole house was so low that it made people feel unable to breathe.

It's because of him.

He stopped in the corridor on the second floor, returned to his room, and opened the door of the wardrobe.

Dad told him to get out.

What made him confused was that he didn't know whether he should just leave like this, or not move first.

But in the end, he took out his backpack from the cabinet, stuffed several sets of clothes in, and packed the little clay man and piglet that Qiu Yi gave him in a bag and put it in.

He often wears only a few sets of clothes, and only a few sets of sportswear come and go. After the grouping is ready, the bag is filled.

Close the wardrobe door and he stood by the bed and thought for a long time.

What else should I take?

It seems to be gone.

He touched his wallet and cell phone in his pocket, carried his bag and turned around and walked out of the room, closed the door and went downstairs.

There was no one in the living room and the TV was turned off, making it look deserted.

Bainan looked into the dining room, and the aunt was sitting at the table, staring blankly at the table with steaming dishes.

He heard his footsteps not moving.

Bian Nan bit his lip, changed his shoes, opened the side door of the living room corridor, and entered the garage.

He could stand in the garage for several minutes, and he had some very important things to be sorted out first.

Qiu Yi was still waiting for him in the cafe. As long as he carried his bag to tell Qiu Yi that I was kicked out of the house, he could go back with Qiu Yi.

He didn't know what kind of mood Qiu Yi would be like, nor did he know what Qiu Yi would think when he saw that he left home because of this incident... This situation should have been something Qiu Yi did not expect.

He walked out of the garage, placed his backpack by the yard door, took off his coat and threw it next to the backpack, then took a deep breath, jumped on the spot, and then ran out of the yard door and ran to the cafe along the way.

Qiu Yi was not in the cafe, but stood on the side of the road with a cigarette in his mouth and was looking here.

When I saw him running over from a distance, I pinched my cigarette and came over.

"How is it? Is it okay?" Qiu Yi grabbed his arm and looked at his face with the street light.

"It's okay," Bian Nan touched his face and chuckled twice, "You can still fight."

"What did you say? It's shorter than I guess," Qiu Yi pinched his shoulder, "Have you ever had a fight?"

"No," Bian Nan smiled and waved his hand, "My dad... doesn't understand very much, and he is still angry, but he doesn't make things difficult for me. This is the only thing that happens for the time being."

"Really?" Qiu Yi still looked at him and reached out to hug him. "It's very difficult for older people to accept such things, but just be calm and stop fighting with your dad."

"Well, I know," Bian Nan rubbed his hands, "Don't worry, you can go back with peace of mind."

Qiu Yi smiled and said, "Are you cold? You don't wear a coat."

"I didn't care about it, so I rushed out and told you. I said I went to the cafe to buy a cup of hot cocoa and ran out," Bian Nan grinned, "It's not cold, it's much more comfortable than last night."

"Then you go buy hot cocoa?" Qiu Yi hugged him and rubbed him hard on his back a few times. "Actually, just call me and tell me, so I haven't had a good time with my family yet, and then ran out."

"Don't you want to see you," Bian Nan said with a smile, "It's more exciting for private individuals."

"Idiot." Qiu Yi was happy.

Bian Nan went into the cafe and bought a cup of hot cocoa. He looked at the order again. There was no rice milk. He tweeted: "Hey, when will you make rice milk for me?"

"It's the weekend. There are no tutoring this Saturday afternoon. You can try it out." Qiu Yi said.

"This parent is OK. It's thirty on Sunday. Can I arrange the tutoring until twenty-nine..." Bian Nan tsk again and handed the cup to Qiu Yi, "Are you going to start tutoring again after the first day of the junior high school?"

"There is no arrangement for the time being. I will have to do an internship in a few days. The hotel also has to leave the Chinese New Year after the New Year," Qiu Yi took a sip. "Okay, you go back quickly, you need to have a meal, right?"

"Well, the dishes have already been put on." Bian Nan nodded, remembering the aunt sitting alone at the table of dishes in a daze.

"Okay, I'm hungry too..." Qiu Yi smiled and touched his stomach.

"Qiu Yi," Bian Nan thought for a while, "Our business... should not let your father know about it first."

"Hmm?" Qiu Yi was stunned.

"I thought it was too simple before. I thought it was nothing. If I knew it, I would just tell you it," Bian Nan whispered, "I only know how much noise there will be. Your father is not in good health, so don't know it first, I'm worried."

Qiu Yi didn't say anything, but just held his shoulder with great enthusiasm.

The two of them stayed in the cafe for a few minutes before walking out. Qiu Yi told him a few more words with concern, then pulled out his coat and turned around and walked towards the entrance of the community.

Bian Nan ran back with the hot cocoa. Standing outside the yard at home, he couldn't see Qiu Yi anymore. Then he entered the yard and put on his coat, put on his bag, closed the yard door again, and walked towards the back door of the community.

While walking, he took out his cell phone and called Wan Fei.

"Oh, Brother Nan, you're calling me," Wan Fei answered the phone quickly, "It's really a shame for you to have no news during this holiday!"

"Where are you?" Bian Nan asked with a smile.

"Grandma's house, I'm spending the New Year with the old lady," Wan Fei was probably eating, stuffed a mouthful of things and spoke vaguely, "How are you doing this time? Is it going to work smoothly?"

"Well, it went well," said Bian Nan. Wan Fei actually returned to his grandma's house. He was a little depressed, "When will you go back?"

"I have to pass fifteen, what's wrong?" Wan Fei immediately reacted, "Aren't you at home?"

"No, please call me when you come back." Bian Nan said.

"Do you have no place to go? Is Qiu Yi's house not okay?" Wan Fei was a little anxious, "Why don't you go to my house, you know the aunt opposite my house? Her house has my spare key, I'll call her..."

"Hey, did I say there is no place to go?" Bian Nan interrupted him, "Where did you get such a rich imagination? I just rested these two days and wanted to flip your brand."

"Fuck, is it true?" Wan Fei was happy, "Then wait for me, and when I go back, you can just flip it, flip it back and forth, flip it back and forth..."

"Okay, you can have a meal," said Bian Nan, "You have asked Xu Rui to read all over..."

"Fuck! Do you have a conscience?" Wan Fei shouted, lowering his voice again, "We haven't turned it over, I'm serious."

Bian Nan couldn't help but be happy, and talked to Wan Fei for a few more words before hanging up the phone.

Standing next to the booth at the back door of the community, Biannan thought for a long time and opened the door of a taxi next to him.

"It's such a cold day and you're out," the driver shivered by the north wind that opened the door and fed in. "Where's the way?"

Biannan reported a very boring address.

According to the current situation, except for hotels, the only places you can go to is so boring.

He doesn't want to go to the hotel.

Because of strangeness and...lonely.

He wanted to find a place with an acquaintance and cat first.

This street is so boring, it is particularly deserted at night, and there are not even a few people at noon, and there is not a single hair at this moment.

Biannan looked upstairs and there seemed to be a little light, so he ran up the stairs.

The store door is closed, and with the dim street lights, you can see a sign "It's too boring to close" hanging on the door.

"Uncle!" Bian Nan slapped the door and shouted, "Brother Yang!"

There was no movement inside.

He took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight to shoot at the door. He didn't see the doorbell, so he had to continue shooting: "Brother Yang, Yang Xu! Open the door! If you don't open the door, I'll kick it!"

After slapping and shouting for two minutes, Bian Nan finally heard footsteps coming from inside and breathed a sigh of relief.

The lights could be seen in the crack of the door, and then the door was opened. Yang Xu stood inside with an impatient look on his face. As soon as he saw him, he took the sign on the door and held it in front of him: "You don't know what you mean?"

"I don't know," Biannan squeezed in from the door. "It's only the moment, the cafe downstairs in my house is in the guest, and you're closing..."

"Then you go to your cafe and stay there," Yang Xu closed the door and looked at him, "What are you doing here?"

"You can sleep here." Bian Nan entered the inner room and walked to the window where he and Qiu Yi liked to sit every time they came. He threw away his backpack and leaned against the mat.

Yang Xu turned on the light in the inner room, stared at him for a long time, and finally smiled: "Are you two fighting?"

"Who are there any cakes?" Bian Nan asked, "Is there any cake? I haven't eaten."

"There's no more cakes," Yang Xu thought for a while, "Would you eat dumplings?"

"Oh, there are dumplings? Are you not a coffee and cake sale here?" Bian Nan was a little surprised, but when he thought of the dumplings, he shouted in his stomach.

"I have eaten myself, there are some left. You can cook it and eat it," Yang Xu pointed to the refrigerator outside, "You can't beat him?"

"Who?" Bian Nan stood up, ran out and opened the refrigerator door, and saw a bag of quick-frozen dumplings.

"Your little boyfriend." Yang Xu leaned against the door of the inner room and said with a smile.

Bian Nan was stunned and turned his head suddenly to look at him: "What?"
To be continued...