Too fast!

Bian Nan ran along the corridor with his bag.

I will get on the boat tomorrow afternoon.

I have to go to work all day tomorrow, so he doesn't have time to go over and stay with Qiu Yi for a while, let alone send him off...

Thinking of this, he wanted to laugh a little, and felt that he was a little too immersed in the show.

Isn't it just a boat and I'll go back in a few days.

Besides, this is Qiu Yi’s job, he just goes to work.

"Biannan!" Luo Yiyang jumped up from behind the flower bed next to the corridor and shouted at him.

Bian Nan ignored him and pretended not to hear him and continued running forward.

"Bian Sui!" Luo Yiyang raised his voice and shouted again.

"You recognized the wrong person!" Bian Nan also shouted, turned the corridor and ran through the hall and ran out of the gate.

There is also a small rush hour after get off work at noon, and the advantages of riding a bicycle can be reflected at this time, so there will be no traffic jams.

Except for the cold.

...and also have sore legs.

Bian Nan felt that riding a bicycle to work this time greatly improved his cold resistance and leg strength.

It only took him half an hour to get from Zhan Fei to Qiu Yi's house.

But when I got out of the car and entered the yard, my legs were trembling a little.

"Remember!" Qiu Yan's loud voice came from the room.

"Second Treasure!" Bian Nan shouted in the yard.

"Big Huzi is here!" Qiu Yan opened the door and ran out of the house, wearing only a small thin sweater.

"Get in," Biannan quickly leaned over to the wall and ran over, "I'm catching a cold."

Qiu Yan ran over quickly to hug him, then turned around and ran back into the room.

Bian Nan followed into the room. Qiu Yi was sitting in front of the table, with a piece of paper placed in front of him, almost full of large words.

"It's very fast," Qiu Yi smiled and looked at him, then wrote a few words on the paper with a pen, "Who did you come here to take a taxi?"

"Come here, hurry up," Biannan pulled over the chair and sat next to him, "What are you writing?"

"Precautions!" Qiu Yan grabbed the edge of the table, "It's what I have to do every day."

"So much?" Bian Nan was stunned.

"Not much," Qiu Yan patted the paper, "It is only when the words are written big that they appear more."

"Let me see..." Bian Nan took the paper.

After getting up in the morning, simmer the porridge.

"Isn't it too late?" Bian Nan looked at the group and raised questions.

"I bought a stew pot for him to stew the ribs porridge. I've prepared all the ribs," Qiu Yi looked at him with his chin, "and throw them in and boil them together and put them in the pot. It can be stewed in more than an hour."

"How dangerous... I put it in the pot after boiling it, what should I do if it is hot?" Bian Nan frowned. The next group came back at noon to steam the buns and enjoy the delicious porridge. "I'm fucking it and still steam the buns by myself?"

"Oh--" Qiu Yan sighed in a long voice, "It's the buns I bought in the morning, just steam them and heat them up, then go to deliver porridge to my father, then go to school, come back in the afternoon to heat up the remaining porridge at noon, and come back to do homework in the evening, just do your homework! Also, you should cut off the fire and power at home and lock the door when you are not at home, and tell your neighbors uncles and aunts when you go out."

"Don't I tell you I'll go and see him?" Bian Nan glared at Qiu Yi.

"I'll forget it. It's too late. If you don't go to work in the afternoon, you'll take it away. You usually wait for you to get off work before coming over. You can't get it quickly," Qiu Yi smiled. "You really don't have to be so nervous. Erbao is much more reliable than you think."

"Yeah," Qiu Yan nodded, took the paper into the house, "I'll stick it to the wall."

Bian Nan thought about Qiu Yi's education for Qiu Yan, and although he was still a little worried, he could only temporarily accept such an arrangement.

"Your dad..." he lowered his voice, "What's going on?"

"That's it. People who have been paralyzed for so many years have the problems. My father has not had the conditions to recover systematically," said Qiu Yi. "There is a problem with the urinary system. If you need treatment, what's more troublesome is that the lungs are infected. Now you have anti-infection treatment."

"How could it be infected? Is this serious?" Bian Nan became anxious as soon as he heard this, "What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said nothing," Qiu Yi smiled and touched his hand. "I have it before, so there should be no big problem."

Bian Nan didn't say anything, and after a while he whispered: "Are you comforting me?"

"Why are you comforting you? That's the case," Qiu Yi stood up with a smile, "You haven't eaten yet, are you? Let's take Erbao out for something together?"

"Yeah." Bian Nan didn't ask more, or he didn't dare to ask more.

Qiu Yi went into the inner room to change his clothes, and Qiu Yan had already pasted the paper on the wall.

"You have to work hard these two days." Qiu Yi patted his head.

"It's okay," Qiu Yan raised his head, "Can you drink yogurt later?"

"Go and have a drink now, and I will take you out for dinner later." Qiu Yi said.

"Yogurt--" Qiu Yan jumped out of the room while shouting.

Qiu Yi smiled, opened the wardrobe door, stuck half of his body into the wardrobe, pressed his forehead against a stack of clothes, and took a deep breath.

He was not comforting Bian Nan, he was comforting himself.

My dad’s situation this time is not very optimistic. In addition to the lungs, there are also problems with the bile duct. The doctor said it may be cholangitis, but further examination is needed.

My dad kept saying that he had anything to do and never told anyone about it. Qiu Yi felt that this was probably hereditary, and that his inheritance was far worse than his dad.

He didn't know how his father endured the pain when the cholangitis occurred. He didn't see it at all, so he was scolded by the doctor.

The old fox is so lying. Qiu Yi frowned.

"Do you need to bring your luggage when you get on the boat?" Bian Nan walked into the house, sat on the bed and asked.

"Take some changes in clothes," Qiu Yi pulled a sweater out of the cabinet and put it on, "It's not a few days."

"Have my clothes been washed?" Bian Nan saw folded sportswear on the bed.

"Well," Qiu Yi took the coat and put it on, "This is the one you always wear, right?"

Bian Nan lay on the bed: "Yes, this outfit is very comfortable to wear, and it can really show my perfect figure..."

"Give it to me." Qiu Yi interrupted him.

"Ah?" Bian Nan was stunned, "Aren't you not wearing sportswear? If you want to wear it, I'll buy a new one for you. Zhan Fei has a good one, so I can buy it for discounts."

"Just this, give it to me." Qiu Yi said.

"...Okay, I'll give it to you," Bian Nan looked at him, "Why? I've worn this outfit for two years and it's old."

"I'll take it with me." Qiu Yi smiled.

Bian Nan stared at him for a long time and suddenly became happy: "Do you bring the smell?"

Qiu Yi ignored him and turned around and walked out.

"I miss your smile, miss your coat, miss your white socks and the smell of your body..." Bian Nan jumped up from the bed and shouted and followed him to the living room, and poked Qiu Yi's waist with a smile, "Is it?"

"I miss your kiss, and my fingers smelled of tobacco," Qiu Yan immediately ran loudly and picked it up, then came to Qiu Yi and grabbed his hand and smelled it. "The smell of being loved in my memory..."

"Hey, what's wrong with you, little brat," Bian Nan laughed, hugged Qiu Yan and kissed him hard, "You can sing any songs."

Qiu Yan still had to go to school in the afternoon, so they didn't go to a place far away to eat, so they found a small hot pot restaurant nearby.

After ordering the delicious food in Biannan, he looked at Qiu Yan: "Seibao, when your brother is not at home, call me if he has anything to do, and he can call me any time."

"Yeah," Qiu Yan nodded seriously, "It should be nothing."

"...You can fight if you have nothing to do." Bian Nan twitched.

"Then you just say you miss you and just call you," Qiu Yan's eyes were smiling, "We can go to the supermarket."

"What are your hobbies," Bian Nan sighed, "and then exchange points for yogurt?"

"There is no yogurt to be replaced now," Qiu Yan was a little depressed. "Now I can only change to disposable paper cups and soap."

"I'll buy it for you." Bian Nan said.

"Don't spoil my life while I'm not here." Qiu Yi pointed at him.

"I know." Bian Nan laughed twice.

After eating the hot hot pot, Qiu Yan sat on the table and shouted sleepy.

Qiu Yi hugged him and walked out of the store for the distance he lay on Qiu Yi's shoulder and fell asleep.

"It's so magical," Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yan's face, "I'm the first time I've seen him sleepy like this."

"He had insomnia yesterday," Qiu Yi whispered, "I guess he was worried about my dad."

Bian Nan suddenly felt a little distressed and gently touched Qiu Yan's face.

When they got home, Qiu Yan was sleeping in the inner room. They were watching TV in the living room. They chatted casually. After a while, Bian Nan found that Qiu Yi had no sound.

Turning his head and looking over, he found Qiu Yi sleeping on the other end of the sofa.
To be continued...