The injured hand was wrapped in bandages, and it was inconvenient to move. He could only do a small amount of effort. Other movements could only be done by relying on his left hand, so it took a long time to stick his legs and body onto the base.

Before the big piece was stuck, he was already sleepy. He looked up at the clock and actually took it for almost an hour!

"What's the progress..." Bian Nan murmured in a low voice, picked up the little clay man's head, and found that the neck and chest were missing, so he searched on the table again, all of which were broken in small pieces.

While yawning, he stuck a small piece of land up first. His hands were not flexible, and the lamp didn't feel bright enough. His nose was almost overwhelmed with the little clay man, and he often couldn't see clearly whether it was aligned.

Bian Nan tskated, and the light didn't feel that it wasn't bright enough before... It was probably because the generals hadn't used it several times, and those who didn't read books or newspapers were generally not turned on when they got home.

It was too eye-catching, and tears were glaring.

Bian Nan yawned again, of course, he might be sleepy.

When the door was gently knocked in the morning, Bian Nan was still dreaming that he was caught in the police station for a fight, and squatted on the ground with his head down for several days.

His neck and shoulders were so sore that he didn't dare to move. It is said that if he was not honest, his accomplice Qiu Yi would be shot dead...

After a long time, he slowly woke up from this fucking dream.

After moving his neck, he found that it was so sore that he wanted to bare his teeth, and the soreness of his shoulders spread from his back to his waist.

"…Who?" he raised his head and asked in a daze.

He finally woke up after making a sound. He was surprised to find that he was actually sitting on a chair and fell asleep, his face directly on the table.

"I." Bian Xinyu's voice came from outside the door, very light.

"Oh...wait." Bian Nan stood up and pulled his pants, bowed his back and was about to go to open the door, but suddenly he felt that his hands were heavy and he felt a little burdened.

He looked up at his hand and was stunned. There was something on his hand. He wanted to rub his eyes in habit. When he raised his right hand, he found that the thing was raised up along with him.

He didn't hold it in one go, and smashed the stuff on his hand on the bridge of his nose. After seeing it clearly, he couldn't help but curse: "Fuck me?"

The little clay man, who was only half stuck, actually stuck firmly between his right middle finger and his thumb.

Bian Nan stared at himself and pinched the little clay man's hand in the shape of an orchid. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and tried to pull the clay man off his fingers.

I bared my teeth and broke my mouth for a long time but couldn't succeed.

Considering that Bian Xinyu was still standing outside the door, Bian Nan had to take half of the little clay man, put on his clothes, and then went over and opened the door of the room.

Bian Xinyu was turning around and about to go back to her room when she heard the door opening and turned around.

Bian Nan found that her eyes were a little red and she didn't look very energetic: "Is there anything wrong?"

"You have..." Bian Xinyu tidied her hair, "Is there any news about Qiu Yi?"

Hearing Qiu Yi's name, Bian Nan jumped around uncontrollably for a few times: "No, you can only see lawyers in the detention center, and no one else can see them."

"Oh," Bian Xinyu lowered her head, "You were injured with him that day. Did you see what he was injured?"

"I didn't bother to take a closer look at it. Later, Shen Tao said that there was no big problem," Bian Nan put the hand holding the clay man behind the door, "Didn't you ask him?"

"I asked, he said the same thing. If I asked him again, he wouldn't say anything," Bian Xinyu smiled and turned around and walked downstairs, "Okay, it's okay."

Bian Nan closed the door, and Bian Xinyu's question made his mood suddenly become a little confused again, and the little clay man stuck on his hands became heavy.

After standing for a while, he sat back to the table, found a knife, and cut the part of the clay man's fingers open.

He sighed as he looked at the semi-finished product on the table and the 502 on his fingers.

I checked the Internet to find out how to clean this thing, and found that many people had their fingers stuck. He had been having fun at the computer for a long time.

He doesn't have to go to school today. His father and Jiang have already contacted him, but he can't stay at home. School will start in a few days, so he still plans to stay at school.

He put his and Qiu Yi's mobile phones in his bag. After hesitating for a while, he wrapped the unsticked clay in a bag and put it in.

With his bag on his back, Bian Hao walked up the stairs and blocked him in the corridor.

Bian Nan looked at him without saying anything.

Bian Hao stared at him expressionlessly for a long time before asking: "Do you want to go out?"

"Yes." Bian Nan responded, and walked around Bian Hao to prepare to go downstairs.

Bian Hao grabbed his arm: "Let your bullshit friends stay away from Xinyu!"

"Let go." Bian Nan looked at his hand.

"I'm talking to you." Bian Hao's voice was very cold.

"You can't say this to me," Bian Nan looked at him, "and say it to Bian Xinyu."

Bian Hao frowned and tightened his hands. Just as he was about to speak, Bian Xinyu walked out of the room on the phone: "I won't arrive at ten o'clock, I'm just getting up."

When Bian Hao heard her voice, he immediately let go of Bian Nan's arm, stared at him fiercely, turned around and walked upstairs.

Bian Nan carried his bag and went downstairs. There was no one downstairs. He went into the dining room and took a box of milk out.

After getting into the taxi, he took out his cell phone and was about to call Wan Fei. After a long time of work, he couldn't find Wan Fei's number, and then he realized that he was holding Qiu Yi's cell phone.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the car window, gently knocked his forehead on the glass, took his cell phone again and called: "I'll get to school later."

"Don't you give you a rest?" Wan Fei was a little surprised, "What are you doing when you go to school?"

"I can't stay at home," said Bian Nan.

"You are going back to school now, aren't you afraid of someone causing trouble?" Wan Fei whispered, "Pan Yifeng's people are here, after all, you are helping with the shipping people."

"Don't I go back to school..." Bian Nan smiled.

"Let's rest first," Wan Fei tsk, "These idiots will calm down in a few days."

Bian Nan thought for a while: "Then I'll go and accompany Erbao."

"Well, I'll call you after training," said Wan Fei.

Bian Nan asked the driver to turn around and go to Qiu Yi's house.

Qiu Yan was about to start school. When Bian Nan entered the yard, he was lying on the table to check his summer homework.

"Big Huzi!" As soon as he saw Bian Nan coming in, he immediately threw away his notebook and rushed over.

Bian Nan bent down and hugged him, and took a box of chocolate from his bag: "You can eat three small pieces today."

"Okay!" Qiu Yan happily took the box and started to dismantle it.

Bian Nan went into the house and chatted with Dad Qiu for a few words, then returned to the yard and looked at the notebook on the table: "Are you checking your homework?"

"Well," Qiu Yan lowered his head and was busy unpacking the box. "In the past, my brother checked it, but now if he is not here, I will check it myself."

"I'll check it for you." Bian Nan sat down and took his homework book.

"Oh," Qiu Yan raised his head, "Do you do?"

Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yan's suspicious expression, and his hand froze in the air while flipping through the notebook. After a while, he put down his hand: "Erbao, do you suspect that I can't check your second-year-old homework?"

Qiu Yan thought for a while: "It should... be OK?"

"Shut up when you're OK," Bian Nan waved helplessly, "Go to eat your chocolate."

Qiu Yan wrote his homework well, his handwriting was very well-informed, and his words were correct.

There are also many diaries, but each article only has a few lines of words. If you summarize it, you can basically condense it into one sentence.

Date weather.

Today I went to barbecue with my brother and Dahuzi. The barbecue was very fun and I slept in the tent.

I went to play tennis today and I was very tired.

Today I saw Dahuzi playing basketball, which is amazing!

I got up last night and peed and saw that my brother was not sleeping.

My brother didn't sleep.

My brother didn’t sleep for several days and smoked, so he wanted to tell his father!

My brother is injured.

After Qiu Yi was injured, Qiu Yan never wrote a diary.

Bian Nan felt a little nervous when he saw this. He pulled Qiu Yan over and said, "When your brother comes home, can we go out for a barbecue together?"

"Okay!" Qiu Yan's eyes lit up, "Do you bring a tent too?"

"Take it, I will bring you whatever you want." Bian Nan nodded.

Qiu Yan ran into the house excitedly and shouted at Qiu's father excitedly, and said again about the day's barbecue with gestures.

In fact, if Bian Nan wasn't in the mood, it would be fine to take Qiu Yan out for fun now.

When he thought that Qiu Yi was still staying in the detention center without any news, he was not even interested in eating.

Only when he watched Qiu Yan jumping and singing in front of him could he temporarily divert his attention.

However, although Qiu Yan can relieve his boredom, he can't stand it over time.

In the past, every time he said Qiu Yan was cute, Qiu Yi would say "I gave it to you". Now he stayed at Qiu Yi's house for several days in a row, and stayed with Qiu Yan, which made him feel why Qiu Yi said that.

Qiu Yan was like a small animal carrying a perpetual motion machine, so energetic that Bian Nan felt that he would be fine if he went directly to participate in the formal training of the tennis class of the sports school.

Except for eating and sleeping, Qiu Yan ran in the yard at other times, picking grapes to eat, or picking grapes to give to the neighbors, or looking for people to play in the yards one by one. When they were tired of playing, he returned to the yard to make a fortune.
To be continued...