Bian Nan felt that he had been dreaming all night, but he didn't remember clearly what he dreamed about.

Anyway, there is Qiu Yi.

Qiu Yi is accustomed to wearing all night long dreams like the starring actor.

After washing up, Bian Nan was going out with a few slices of bread, Qiu Yi sent a text message.

I'm out, it's so cold today, wear more clothes.

Bian Nan smiled and replied to him.

I happened to go out.

Although he always thought that it was unbearable for him to get on the boat yesterday, he found that it was nothing on the day he got on the boat.

It turns out that people who don’t like to think about things will easily get obsessed with it once they think about things.

He was very busy today and had been internship for a while. He had basically understood the content of his daily work. Gu Wei began to slowly throw a lot of things to him alone.

For example, writing a plan for the next stage.

"I'm going to write this?" Bian Nan was stunned. Not to mention writing a plan, he would have to work hard to write a message. Besides, his task is heavy, and he gave Qiu Yi a diary... No, the love letter was only written for less than half a page.

"You write it, I'll just modify it," Gu Wei waved his hand, "I have plans I wrote before, you can refer to it."

"Brother," Bian Nan approached Gu Wei, "Brother Wei, you definitely don't know much about sports students."

"Barring, I'm a sports school student!" Gu Wei glanced at him.

"You are from the Sports School! It's different from our Sports School," Bian Nan felt like he was about to die. "When I took the exam, I only wrote my name and abcd on the paper..."

Luo Yiyang, who was bored and bored while holding the beat, sat down next to Bian Nan: "I'll write for you."

Bian Nan turned his head and stared at him for two minutes, gritted his teeth and asked, "Tell me, how many games do I want me to play with you?"

"I'll go back to school next Thursday," Luo Yiyang said, "From today, it's only one hour a day."

"Damn," Bian Nan filed his teeth, "Okay."

"Hey hey, hey, you're still looking at me," Gu Wei said, "I'm openly discussing the lazy work?"

"You are the one who is lazy," Luo Yiyang took a ball and smashed it on the ground and then caught it, "You should have written this one?"

Gu Wei stuttered again, stood up, and slapped Biannan on his shoulder: "When will I give it to me?"

"When?" Bian Nan turned his face and asked Luo Yiyang.

"Next Monday." Luo Yiyang said.

The students were about to start class, and Luo Yiyang took the beat and went to find an empty room. Bian Nan looked at Gu Wei with some concern: "Can he write it?"

"Yes, you kid is quite good at establishing relationships. You can ask the second young master to help you write a plan," Gu Wei laughed, "He was the top scorer in the liberal arts in our city when he was in the college entrance examination."

"The No. 1 Scholar?" Bian Nan was indeed quite surprised, and what was even more surprised was, "or was the liberal arts?"

"Well," Gu Wei stood up, "Start, I'll arrange today's one later. Just look at it. There are still a few new arrivals that have not arrived today. I can't get a class for the time being. You can take it with you after you come."

"Okay." Bian Nan took off his coat and stood up and moved.

Luo Yiyang is actually the top scorer in the liberal arts. Although he is from the city, it is enough to surprise Bian Nan.

When he was still in the liberal arts department, Bian Nan suddenly felt that Luo Yiyang's shaved mustache was a pity...

He leaned against the fence of the stadium and listened to Gu Wei telling the students what they were going on today, his mind was circling around.

It’s nothing great about being the top scorer in the liberal arts, and Qiu Yi is also a top scorer. If his family had not allowed him, if he could go to high school, it would be fine if he could get a top scorer.

Just as I was thinking, Qiu Yi sent another text message.

There are three interns in total. After a while, you will be on the boat after getting familiar with the regulations and you will be familiar with the regulations.

Then you can’t play with your phone, right? Bian Nan went back.

Yes, I'll send you a text message if I have time.

This text message was not sent until the afternoon when Bian Nan got off work. Bian Nan calculated that the time should have been on the boat, and it was estimated that newcomers could not play with their mobile phones casually.

When he first came to Zhanfei for an internship, he didn't dare to take out his cell phone until he was eating.

"One hour!" Luo Yiyang rushed out of nowhere, slapped him on the shoulder, "Go!"

"Oh..." Bian Nan followed him helplessly, and the two of them found a place without anyone to go in.

It is too easy for Bian Nan to defeat Luo Yiyang, a half-level person.

Usually, he doesn't use all his strength to play with Luo Yiyang. He is a sparring training and most of the time he follows Luo Yiyang's level. Today he is not ruthless.

Perhaps there were a lot of annoying things in this situation. He kept pressing and couldn't vent it. He could still use training to explode when he was in school. Now he can only kill Luo Yiyang.

Paipai is as serious as he was when he was playing games.

Not to mention feeding Luo Yiyang a few balls, he didn't even get back the balls that Luo Yiyang could catch, and he drew Luo Yiyang to run all over the field.

At the end of an hour, Luo Yiyang threw the beat on the ground: "Fuck!"

"Remember to write a plan." Bian Nan said, wiping the sweat on his forehead, grabbing his coat and putting it on. He played very well this hour and felt that the beat should be re-stretched.

"What kind of grudges do I have with you?" Luo Yiyang kicked the slap, "It won't make people feel happy if you play a ball!"

"I won't feel happy if you feel happy. I haven't felt happy for so long. I can't let me feel happy for a while," Bian Nan laughed, turned around and walked out of the court, "Let's go."

"I thought you played well before," Luo Yiyang picked up the beat and chased after him. "I didn't expect that I could have this level. I feel that I could have a draw with Yang Xu in a match."

"Hmm?" Bian Nan glanced at him, "Have you even fought with Yang Xu?"

"I was in high school and he didn't play basketball anymore," Luo Yiyang moved his arms, "I feel like he can make coffee and bake cakes now..."

Bian Nan imagined Yang Xu's appearance on the court with a tennis racket, which was a bit difficult.

Today, Luo Yiyang didn't say he would give him away, but he had no car to ride, and the car was still thrown in Qiu Yi's yard.

Bian Nan looked at the time. At this moment, Qiu Yan should be in the hospital. Now he takes the bus. When he arrives, Qiu Yan almost should go home to do his homework.

The peak period has passed now. The speed of the car on the road is slow, but it is not blocked, and the journey is still smooth.

However, Qiu Yi's house turned off the lights, Bian Nan looked up to the window and confirmed that Qiu Yan had not come back yet, but it should be almost done. He turned around and left the yard, slowly slipped to the bus stop on the small street and squatted.

It's really cold today, especially now it's dark and the wind is blowing very fast.

Bian Nan squatted at the station for about ten minutes and felt that he was about to turn into an ice sculpture. When Qiu Yan jumped out of the bus with a lunch box like a ball, he rushed over and hugged him.

Half because I wanted to hug Qiu Yan, and the other half because... keep warm.

Qiu Yan was startled by him, and the lunch box in his hand was raised and he was about to smash it into his face. He shouted in surprise and joy: "Big Huzi! You scared me to death-"

"I've been waiting for you for a long time," Bian Nan smiled and picked him up and walked back, "How is Dad's situation today?"

"I still can't eat anything," Qiu Yan hugged his neck, "and took a few sips of white porridge."

"It's okay, don't worry. If you are sick, you don't like to eat. If you are well, you can eat it." Bian Nan patted him.

"Why did you come?" Qiu Yan asked.

"I'm bored by myself, come and play with you," Bian Nan grabbed his head through his hat, "I won't go back tonight, how about it?"

"Okay!" Qiu Yan was immediately excited, "Okay!"

In fact, there was nothing to do when staying at Qiu Yi's house. Qiu Yan did his homework in the house. Bian Nan went to the kitchen to eat Qiu Yan's breakfast tomorrow as dinner, and then he stayed on the sofa and watched TV.

After watching TV for a while, he quietly went to see Qiu Yan. The little guy lowered his head and wrote very seriously. Bian Nan looked at him a little emotional. How lonely it would be if Qiu Yan was alone at home.

Although Dad Qiu usually has to go back to the house to rest after dinner, but now he doesn’t have Dad Qiu at home, and he feels much empty.

Qiu Yan probably felt that it was more obvious than him. After finishing his homework, he didn't make any noise. He just watched TV honestly by Biannan.

At almost ten o'clock, the cell phone that Qiu Yan was using rang on the desk.

"Brother!" Qiu Yan jumped off the sofa suddenly, rushed over and picked up his phone, pressed it twice before reading it out loud, "Are you good today? It's time to go to bed!"

"Let me reply to your brother," Bian Nan smiled. Although the text message was not sent to him, he couldn't help but feel upward when it was related to Qiu Yi, "You are so obedient today."

When Qiu Yan lowered his head and replied to the text message, Bian Nan's cell phone rang.

Everything went well today. We were in a room for a few of us, so we won’t call you anymore, and the signal was not very good.

Bian Nan raised his lips and replied, waving his fingers on the input box for a long time but didn't know how to reply.

Qiu Yi's second text message came again soon.

Are you in my house?

Well, I was bored alone and felt that the second baby should be as lonely as me, so I came over.

I'm nervous about you.

What's wrong.

Qiu Yi did not reply, and Qiu Yan's cell phone rang over there.

"Brother, say good night to me!" Qiu Yan shouted happily.

"Then you will go to bed in a while," Bian Nan said with a smile, "I will take you to have breakfast tomorrow."

"Yes." Qiu Yan put down his cell phone and ran to wash.
To be continued...