Qiu Yi got off work later than usual today. He was afraid that it would be inconvenient to go home and took a shower in the employee dormitory. As soon as he got out, he ran into Xiao Man. Xiao Man directly stopped him and said, "Get in, I'll take you there."

"No, it's not cold today." Qiu Yi rode his legs on the ground and didn't move. The boss and his employees were able to survive this point every day.

"Stop talking nonsense, come up." Xiaoman frowned.

Qiu Yi and her were in a stalemate for two minutes. Xiao Man had no intention of leaving. He had to throw the bicycle into the back of the car again and sat on the passenger seat.

"I'm not a little girl, so unrighteous," Xiaoman glanced at him, "How can I ride a bike with such a big box?"

Qiu Yi smiled and said nothing. He put the box together in the back bucket. It was a remote control sports car that Qiu Yan bought for Qiu Yan. Qiu Yan had been thinking about this car for almost a year.

"Did you give it to someone?" Xiaoman asked again, "A gift to his girlfriend?"

"My brother's birthday gift." Qiu Yi replied.

"Brother's birthday," Xiaoman smiled, "I thought I bought it for my girlfriend."

"Yeah." Qiu Yi responded. Xiao Man probably wanted to ask him if he had a girlfriend, but he was too lazy to explain.

When passing by a supermarket that was open 24 hours a day, Xiaoman suddenly stopped the car and said, "Wait for me in a few minutes and then get off the car and enter the supermarket."

Qiu Yi frowned and looked at the time. He went home later than usual today. My father didn't know if he had slept. Although my father could go to the bathroom and go to bed by himself, he was still used to going back to help his father do it.

After a while, Xiao Man came out of the supermarket with a bag. After getting on the bus, he handed the bag in front of him: "I gave it to your brother. I can't buy any good things now. Children should all love chocolate."

Qiu Yi was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a while and took the bag: "Thank you, Sister Man."

"What are you grateful to? It's normal for employees to give a small gift on their birthday." Xiao Man said with a smile.

When I got home, the lights in my dad's room had turned off. Qiu Yi gently pushed open the door and his dad was already lying on the bed: "I'm going to bed, you can go to bed quickly."

"Yes." Qiu Yi went in and tidied up his father's quilt before taking the remote control car back to his house.

Qiu Yan slept honestly today, but when Qiu Yi was taking his clothes in the dark, he still woke up after hearing the noise: "Brother."

"Sleep at yours." Qiu Yi took off his shirt and changed into a T-shirt.

"Is it my gift?" Qiu Yan rubbed his eyes, sat up and turned on the small desk lamp at the head of the bed.

"There is no gift to sleep without being honest," Qiu Yi took off his pants, took out the car's box, put it on Qiu Yan, "Look at it casually, let's play tomorrow."

"Car!" Qiu Yan raised the quilt and shouted.

"Can you sleep?" Qiu Yi bounced on his bare leg.

"Sleep," Qiu Yan immediately retracted his quilt and reached out to touch the car, "Will you go with me tomorrow?"

"I'll play with you when I go to bed." Qiu Yi took a casual book from the bookcase and sat next to the table. As soon as he opened the book, he saw the pen on the table, "Where did it come from?"

"My friend gave me a birthday gift." Qiu Yan said proudly, and the word "friend" was also added with accent.

"Yo," Qiu Yi laughed and glanced at him, "You have friends? I thought you only have classmates and neighbors... This is not cheap, does your friend know that his family know that you buy gifts for you?"

"My friend is not a child," Qiu Yan touched the car and put it next to the pillow, touching it with one hand, "He is about the same age as you."

"As much like me?" Qiu Yi glanced at him, "Where did you know him?"

"On the street," Qiu Yan said, "there are good people. He will have a competition in a few days and asks you to take me to see it."

"Compet? What kind of competition?" Qiu Yi sat down beside the bed.

"Tennis game," Qiu Yan put his arm outside the quilt and waved it, "Brother, will you take me there?"

"I can take you there on weekends," Qiu Yi frowned when he heard the tennis game, "What's your friend's name?"

"Big Huzi," Qiu Yan thought about it and said, as if he had seen Qiu Yi's unhappiness. He whispered in a low voice as if he wanted to please, "He said his mother is so beautiful..."

Qiu Yi suddenly stood up: "Did you take this person home?"

Qiu Yan shivered for a moment, quickly pulled the quilt and buried his head in: "Brother, I was wrong, but I didn't tell him what my name is..."

Qiu Yi pulled the quilt open: "You even know where your home is. Do people still need to know your name?"

"I was wrong," Qiu Yan said in a series of nasal voice, "Brother, I was wrong, I was wrong, I never dared..."

Qiu Yi didn't say anything, turned around and walked out quickly, pushing open the door of his father's room.

"Qiu Yan brought people back today?" Qiu Yi stood at the head of the bed, bent down to look at his father's face.

"Well, I brought a friend," Dad opened his eyes, "Did you scold him?"

"Not yet, I'll deal with him later," Qiu Yi frowned, "What's that person's name? What's the matter? Have you figured it out?"

"I don't know what you are doing. I look like a student, wearing sportswear, and I left after staying at home for a short while," my dad sighed, "Your brother is so happy that I didn't ask much..."

"What's the name?" Qiu Yi asked.

"Big...Big Huzi." My father obviously lacked confidence when he answered.

Qiu Yi gave him a thumbs up: "You are really Qiu Yan's biological father."

"Don't always do this. Please keep Qiu Yan so strict. He is only eight years old and a child..."

"Dad," Qiu Yi squatted down beside the bed, "It's not that I'm strict. I don't usually stay at home. You and Qiu Yan are the only ones at home. You are the old, weak, sick and disabled. You two have one combat power and multiplied by ten is enough for me to have one finger. I just bring someone I know on the street back so casually, and I don't even know the name. Do you think I can rest assured?"

My dad was silent for a while and sighed heavily, closed his eyes: "Dad, I'm sorry for you."

"You are so energetic, don't you say this," Qiu Yi pulled the quilt for his dad, "Okay, go to bed."

When he returned to his house, Qiu Yi saw that Qiu Yan was no longer on the bed, so he stood up against the wall with a vest and shorts, lowered his head, and heard him come in, and glanced at him quietly.

"How did you meet Dahuzi?" Qiu Yi took a small coat and put it on Qiu Yan, sat down on the chair next to him, and looked at the time on his phone.

"I met me when I chatted on the street." Qiu Yan whispered.

Qiu Yi frowned: "Then you came to the house?"

"No," Qiu Yan wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, "I called him to chat. He came here when he heard that I had my birthday..."

"Call?" Qiu Yi stood up, "Do you use your dad's cell phone?"

"Yes." Qiu Yan nodded.

Qiu Yi went to the living room and took his father's cell phone in. Today he only dialed one phone number, which was an unsaved mobile phone number. He recorded the number on his cell phone.

"Second classmate," Qiu Yi squatted beside Qiu Yan and hugged him, "I told you not to take people home casually, and not to talk to people you don't know on the street, right?"

"I was wrong." Qiu Yan's tears slid down from his face, hanging one by one on his chin.

"Let's do it this way," Qiu Yi hooked the tears on his chin with his fingers, "Next time, you want to bring this big... Big... Hu Zi back. I'll take it when I'm at home on weekends. How about it? I'll see your friend too."

"Yeah," Qiu Yan nodded vigorously, turned his face to look at him, "You can see you just by taking me to see him in the game."

"I have to be free on weekends," Qiu Yi patted his butt, "Go and wash your face and go to bed."

There are two days left in the competition, and this competition is in the city, so there is no need to run out.

Bian Nanting was disappointed, but Wan Fei was inexplicably excited. When the venue was adapting to the training, Wan Fei kept pumping backwards to Bian Nan as if he was injected with chicken blood.

"Backhand!" Wan Fei roared and slapped, and then yelled again and again, "Handsome!"

Bian Nan took advantage of Wan Fei's chance to draw the ball and go online to get a backhand high-snap ball. With the top spin, Wan Fei didn't catch up and shouted again: "Beautiful!"

"Mysterious." Bian Nan cursed in a low voice. There were many staff members in the stands, as well as little girls. It was common for them to be watched by girls in competitions and training. Wan Fei's reaction was a bit unbearable.

When he finished training and changed his clothes, Bian Nan couldn't help but say, "You're so excited to eat shit today."

"Yeah! I've eaten!" Wan Fei nodded happily, "I'll give you some more next time."

Bian Nan stared at him helplessly for a while: "Just like you, Xu Rui doesn't even look down on you if she is blind..."

"Hey! You can't say so much!" Wan Fei was not angry and patted his shoulder happily, "I know why I feel so good as if I had eaten shit!"

"I can see it," Bian Nan guessed when he saw his reaction, and tweeted, "Have you agreed to come to see you for a match?"

"That's right!" Wan Fei slapped his hands, picked up the ball bag and threw it on his back, and happily left the lounge.

Wan Fei really likes Xu Rui, and it lasts very long. By summer this year, it will be a year. Unlike Biannan, Biannan has been the first to fight Zhang Xiaorong, but since she threw her off on the pedestrian street that day, she has never paid any attention to it. Biannan has never replied to several tentative text messages sent by Zhang Xiaorong.

No more interest. This is the reason he found for himself after analysis.

So on the day of the game, Wan Fei patted his shoulder and said that you didn't understand the feeling of expectation, Bian Nan nodded sincerely: "Yes."

But no matter how much I look forward to it, when Wan Fei quickly came on stage, he turned around and looked into the stands, but he didn't see Xu Rui's figure.

"Are you sure you promised?" Bian Nan also looked.

"Confirm," Wan Fei flipped out all the text messages to him, "Damn, she's not even as good as a child!"

Bian Nan didn't say anything, but Erbao came, sat in the first row of the stands, and waved at him with great enthusiasm.

Erbao called him before and said that his brother took him to the stadium, but now he didn't have time to carefully see which one next to Erbao was the big treasure.

Wan Fei's mood was obviously a little depressed, which was very different from the state of eating shit when he was adapting to training.

"I guess I'm late. Isn't it all like this? I can't show that she is a woman if I'm not late for half an hour," Bian Nan patted his shoulder, "It'll be here in a while."

"Yeah." Wan Fei muffled his voice.

The match between Bian Nan and Wan Fei was held at two venues at the same time. This time, there were few points and there were no awesome players.

Bian Nan was not worried about his game. After the game, he found that his opponent was quite weak and he played easily.

However, Wan Fei's emotions made people feel uneasy. During the break, he watched Wan Fei's game. His opponent was not strong. With Wan Fei's level, the score was a bit ugly.
To be continued...