"That," Bian Nan saw that Qiu Yi didn't say anything, and he was a little embarrassed. "I have nothing else to mean, I don't have many here, I just want to..."

"Thank you," Qiu Yi interrupted him, "Thank you really."

"Don't be so polite," Bian Nan scratched his hair. After waiting for a long time, Qiu Yi didn't say anything. He had to ask again, "What's the thank you? Do you want it or not?"

Qiu Yi laughed, picked up the cup and took a sip of tea: "No, but I really thank you."

"If you don't want to thank me, why don't you thank me?" Bian Nan took the cup and poured himself a cup of tea. He was a little dizzy. Half of the tea was poured on the table. "I'm just worried. What should they do if they do this again? I can't go back and there are evil forces coming to ask for debts at the same time."

"It is natural to pay back the debt," Qiu Yi looked at the tea in the cup. "They are not always like this, after all, they are still relatives."

"Here's still relatives!" Bian Nan pressed his voice and looked back at the bath room. Qiu Yan was still singing and washing inside. He tickled, "The second treasure is really a puppy character, remember to eat or beat him."

"Big Huzi!" Qiu Yan came out after taking a shower and hugged his clothes. He saw Bian Nan sitting under the grape trellis at first sight. He shouted in surprise and ran over and jumped over, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Well, when I walked to the entrance of the alley, I bought one, so I bought it. Do you want to eat it?" Bian Nan carried him to his lap and touched his forehead. "Why did I sweat all over my head after taking a shower?"

"Singing!" Qiu Yan replied loudly.

Qiu Yi raised his index finger and put it on his lips: "Everyone is asleep."

"I'm singing." Qiu Yan lowered his voice and said in Bian Nan's ear in a low voice.

"Do you want to eat watermelon?" Qiu Yi saw that he kept staring at the watermelon.

"Can you eat it?" Qiu Yan asked in a low voice, "I want to eat one."

"Eat." Qiu Yi nodded.

Bian Nan got up and went to the kitchen to get a knife. Under Qiu Yan's guidance, he took out a watermelon knife about one foot long from the cabinet.

"Damn you still have this?" Bian Nan held up his knife and returned to the table, "It's amazing, you use this to hit..."

Halfway through his words, Bian Nan remembered that Qiu Yan was still by his side and quickly shut up.

"Crazy," Qiu Yi took the teapot away, "Have you used this?"

"No, I dare not, this is too exaggerated," Bian Nan shook his head, gestured on the watermelon with a knife, "Cut horizontally or vertically?"

"You can't even cut watermelons?" Qiu Yan lay on the table and was a little surprised.

"No, you think everyone is like your brother, and you can do anything..." Bian Nan gestured again, "Take your face away, I'm afraid of cutting you."

"I'll do it." Qiu Yi sighed.

Bian Nan handed the knife to Qiu Yi, and moved Qiu Yi to the table with the chair: "Damn, you're quite heavy."

"Wouldn't you say it would be easy for me to come like this?" Qiu Yi smiled.

"You've been at home for almost a month. Do you understand if you have a scale?" Bian Nan held the watermelon.

Qiu Yi cut half a watermelon and took a slice for Qiu Yan. Qiu Yan chewed the watermelon juice on his face with satisfaction.

"Okay, wash your face, brush your teeth and go to bed." Qiu Yi patted his head.

"Yeah," Qiu Yan ran into the house after washing up, "Am I sleeping in my father's house?"

"You..." Qiu Yi looked at Bian Nan.

"No, no, no, no, no," Bian Nan waved his hand quickly, "I'll leave later, I'll take the exam tomorrow morning."

"Oh," Qiu Yan nodded and waved to Bian Nan, "Good night."

"Good night." Bian Nan went over and hugged him and kissed him.

When he sat down to eat watermelon, Qiu Yi asked him again: "Can you go back to school?"

"I'm not drunk, I'm just a little dizzy. I can get this effect with a sip of wine," Bian Nan sighed and pointed at his face. "Look at my handsome face, do you look like a drunk person?"

"It's too dark to see clearly," Qiu Yi took a bite of the watermelon, "It sounds quite like it."

"You're almost the same. I'm a bit dark. As for how can't I see clearly!" Bian Nan was a little unhappy. He felt that he was a healthy wheat color and was quite handsome.

"...I mean the lights are not bright enough." Qiu Yi glanced at him.

Bian Nan paused, took a big bite of the watermelon, and said vaguely: "Fuck!"

It feels wonderful to eat watermelon under the grape trellis in summer. If the watermelon is iced, it will be even more enjoyable. Neither of them talked anymore and ate half of the watermelon.

Qiu Yi pressed his stomach, and this time he was really overeating.

"Your house," Nan went into the house and took out the tissue, whispering while wiping his mouth, "Is it your grandfather left it?"

Qiu Yi held the tissue, and Bian Nan refreshed his impression again. In the afternoon, when the yard was in a mess, Bian Nan actually noticed such an inconspicuous word.

"Well, my dad bought it from his grandfather before." Qiu Yi lowered his head and wiped it on his hand.

"Are they still so arrogant after giving the money?" Bian Nan pressed his voice.

"Because it's too cheap," Qiu Yi smiled, "I gave it 50,000 yuan, and there was no agreement or anything else. If the house is demolished, it will be worth a lot of money."

"No wonder," Bian Nan threw the watermelon peel into the trash can and wiped the table. "Am I talking nonsense?"

"Forget it." Qiu Yi laughed.

"Then I'll leave," Bian Nan turned around and laughed at Qiu Yi for a few times. The turn was too cool. He felt a little dizzy and quickly bent down and supported on Qiu Yi's armrest. "Do you want to help with washing your hands in the bathroom?"

Qiu Yi looked at Bian Nan's face that was close to her eyes and didn't say anything. Although the light was not enough, he could still see Bian Nan's face clearly at this distance. He always felt that Bian Nan looked different from usual after drinking a bottle of wine.

It’s true that I’m drunk, but it feels like I suddenly feel like I’m letting go because of a bottle of beer, which is more pleasing than usual.

"Or..." Qiu Yi leaned on the back of the chair and thought for a while, and before he could speak, Bian Nan interrupted.

"Go to the toilet, right?" Bian Nan laughed, "I have a watermelon for a night."

"Thank you." Qiu Yi was helpless and prepared to stand up.

Bian Nan helped him, he jumped for two steps and stopped. He sat still without moving all night, stood up suddenly, his legs were a little numb, and his injured legs were a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" Bian Nan asked, holding him, and then looked at his legs.

"Slow." Qiu Yi frowned.

"Then you should take a rest first," Bian Nansong ran to the toilet, "I'll solve it first."

He ran to the toilet door but couldn't stand firmly and almost fell down. He kicked the door frame: "I'm scared to death."

After going to the toilet, he ran out lightly, and Qiu Yi had already jumped a few steps towards the toilet.

"It seems you're very anxious too?" Bian Nan patted his lower abdomen.

"...it's still done." Qiu Yi was a little speechless.

"Come on, brother, help you jump." Bian Nan was very happy after going to the toilet and carried Qiu Yi to the toilet.

After walking two steps, he felt a little overwhelmed. Qiu Yi probably hadn't recovered yet and jumped very slowly.

"It's so hard, forget it, I'll suffer some loss." Bian Nan bent down and pushed his arm over Qiu Yi's leg.

Qiu Yi was startled and didn't have to shout out. His feet were empty and he was picked up by Bian Nan. He couldn't help but curse: "Are you sick?"

"The second treasure said it, you can't swear!" Bian Nanga laughed and hugged him and ran to the toilet door and put it down.

"It's a miracle that a bottle of beer can make you crazy and get so crazy!" Qiu Yi pushed him away and jumped in.

"Aren't I afraid you will be anxious? I didn't throw you in again," Bian Nan said, adding, "But you are really heavy, much heavier than Wan Fei."

"Then you carry Wan Fei away." Qiu Yi said angrily inside.

"I'm tired of hugging." Bian Nan said with a smile.

After Qiu Yi went to the bathroom, he saw that Bian Nan was in a fun mood. He probably was waiting to carry him into the house.

"I still have to wash up," Qiu Yi held the door frame, "You go back to school."

"Don't I need to help?" Bian Nan turned around and picked up his bag, "Are I leaving?"

"Go away quickly." Qiu Yi waved his hand.

"Then I'll leave," Bian Nan threw the bag on his back, "Good night."

"Good night." Qiu Yi said.

Biannan took a taxi back to school. The air conditioner on the taxi was very good. The dizziness that Biannan had dissipated halfway through the way and felt cold.

The warm wind that hit him when he got off the bus made him want to run two steps.

However, when I think of myself as I was a little overly excited at Qiu Yi's house, I immediately became depressed again.

He was indeed a miracle in alcohol, but he used to be a little dizzy, so he just found a place to stay in a daze, and rarely was in this state.

He squatted on the side of the road for a while, thinking that it was probably because he made dumplings today.

Making dumplings was a very special thing in his heart. During the Chinese New Year and the festival, the family gathered together to make dumplings lively, talking and laughing.

He experienced this scene that he had only watched on TV but had never experienced before, which made him feel at ease and comfortable.

Much more powerful than that beer.

After making this dumpling at Qiu Yi's house, Bian Nan's last dissatisfaction with Qiu Yi also dissipated.

Wan Fei was a little dissatisfied with Qiu Yi, but in his words, he had a short-speaking voice, and Xu Rui's attitude towards him had changed. He was full of Xu Rui's mind every day, and he couldn't put anything else.

Bian Nan still went to Qiu Yi's house every now and then. When he encountered someone who was going to the hospital for examination, he accompanied him. It was not until the doctor said that the plaster was removed next week that Bian Nan breathed a sigh of relief.
To be continued...