The snow has been falling yesterday and has not stopped yet.

Biannan was sitting in the car with the heating on. He looked out the window and the train station was very lively. There were people carrying various luggage, some came home and some went home.

At this time of year, I feel quite moved, it’s been another year.

It's really year after year.

He looked at the time, took out his cell phone and was about to call when the phone rang, and Qiu Yan's phone came over.

"Here?" He answered the phone and asked.

"Well, you're walking out, just wait in the parking lot," Qiu Yan's voice sounded very pleasant, "Are you driving a big car?"

"Big cart," said Bian Nan, "You are still worried about this, and the cart is enough to pick you up."

"I have someone here." Qiu Yan said with a smile.

"Who?" Bian Nan asked immediately, "You brought your girlfriend back?"

"No, I won't say anything, I'll go out first." Qiu Yan said.

After hanging up the phone there, Bian Nan said, "It's Fang Xiaojun again?"

Qiu Yan came back from the summer vacation and was with Fang Xiaojun. Bian Nan really couldn't understand why Fang Xiaojun was so shameless. He gave him a look last time and could still come back together this time during the winter vacation.

You have to get a car!

Bian Nan stayed in the car for a while and saw Qiu Yan coming from afar.

He was indeed following Fang Xiaojun.

He jumped out of the car and stood by the car in anger.

"Big Huzi!" Qiu Yan shouted, put his suitcase into Fang Xiaojun's hand, and ran over here.

"Don't shout! I'm in a bad mood now!" Bian Nan also shouted, but he couldn't help but smile.

Every time Qiu Yan came back, he felt that this kid had grown up a little longer, with long arms and legs, and was taller than him and Qiu Yi. His handsome face grew more and more similar to Qiu Yi. The only thing that had not changed was probably the curly hair on his head. He straightened it for a week and turned back.

"Do you miss me?" Qiu Yan ran over and hugged Bian Nan hard, "Speak quickly or not if you miss me!"

"Oh, I want to die. When I said I was going to come back, I didn't sleep well for several nights," Bian Nan hugged him and patted his back, "I just want to fly over to pick you up."

"It's so fake," Qiu Yan said with a smile, and went to the back of the car to open the trunk, and shouted at Fang Xiaojun, "Hurry up, put things."

"Brother Nan." Fang Xiaojun came over with his luggage and greeted Bian Nan.

"You can see you no matter how you go back, you are not in the same school." Bian Nan glared at him.

"I'm happy," Fang Xiaojun put the box in the trunk, "I've waited for Qiu Yan to come back together for two days."

Bian Nan didn't bother to pay attention to him and got into the car.

Fang Xiaojun's family and their family were not in a good way. He had to drive Fang Xiaojun back first and then turn him back. If it weren't for Qiu Yan's face, he would have wanted to throw Fang Xiaojun out of the car halfway.

"Is my brother at home?" Qiu Yan sat in the passenger seat and looked at the time.

"I don't know." Bian Nan replied.

"I don't know?" Qiu Yan turned his head and looked at him.

"Well," Bian Nan tskated, "I didn't come back last night, I haven't even returned when I came out to pick you up."

"Are you so busy?" Fang Xiaojun said behind and then twitched a few more times.

"Why do you have everywhere?" Bian Nan said.

After putting Fang Xiaojun down at the entrance of his community, Bian Nan drove back.

Qiu Yan took out his cell phone: "I'll call my brother and ask."

"I'm asking for nothing," said Bian Nan.

"What?" Qiu Yan laughed, leaned against Biannan and whispered, "Is it a quarrel?"

"No quarrel," Bian Nan glanced at him, "Your brother is sick, I don't have the time to argue with him."

"This looks like an quarrel," Qiu Yan laughed for a long time, "Why did you argue?"

"Why, I said I was sick... I'll go back later and you'll clean up. I'll take you to a seafood buffet tonight." Bian Nan said.

"I want to eat fried rice." Qiu Yan said.

"I have been eating fried rice for more than ten years and haven't been tired of it!" Bian Nan slapped the steering wheel.

"I miss my brother." Qiu Yan said with a smile.

When I got home and parked, Bian Nan took a look at another parking space, which was still empty and Qiu Yi had not come back yet.

The small flower pot that was kicked down by Bian Nan in the yard was still lying on the ground. Qiu Yan went over and put the flower plate: "I found that the purpose of planting flowers is to kick and play when you get angry."

"That pot was planted by your brother." Bian Nan carried the box into the house.

"You get angry and kick him, he gets angry and kick you, right?" Qiu Yan entered the house and went straight to the cabinet, took a bag of potato chips and came out to eat.

After the house in Qiu Yi's family was planned, they bought a new house, which was a small duplex with a small yard on the first floor. The house was not big, but three people were enough to live in, mainly because the yard was pretty good.

Before moving in, Biannan had many ideas. Although the yard was only semi-enclosed, it could plant flowers, raise fish, and ride a cool breeze. But now there is nothing except 16 pots of flowers.

Both of them were so busy that they jumped away and didn't care about taking care of them.

Qiu Yan went to take a shower after eating potato chips. Bian Nan sat on the sofa, took out his cell phone and called Qiu Yi.

"Biannan?" Qiu Yi answered the phone very quickly.

"Nonsense, don't you have a caller ID?" Bian Nan said.

"I didn't see it, have you received the second treasure?" Qiu Yi's side sounded quite noisy, probably in the corridor.

"Well, he wants to eat fried rice, come back and cook it." Bian Nan looked at the time. It was past four o'clock, and Qiu Yi was probably six or seven o'clock when he came back.

"Are you angry?" Qiu Yi asked.

"No," Bian Nan became angry when he thought of what happened yesterday, "I can't get angry if you don't take medicine!"

"Then I won't go back," Qiu Yi said, "Will you go back to fight?"

"It's not that I haven't fought!" Bian Nan stood up, "Why don't you come back and fight!"

"I'm almost 30 people still so naive." Qiu Yi smiled.

"Do you know too?" Bian Nan walked past the bathroom door and took a look, "Hurry up, apologize to me, otherwise you will never see Erbao again, and I will tie him up and sell him."

"A while ago, I said Erbao was too quick to worry that we were not opponents," Qiu Yi was happy, "I want to sell him again..."

"Do you apologize?" Bian Nan interrupted him.

"I'm sorry." Qiu Yi said.

"I'm sorry?" Bian Nan asked.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be jealous." Qiu Yi smiled.

"It's not that you shouldn't be jealous, you can't be jealous, but if you are blind, you can't be jealous." Bian Nanyu taught him earnestly.

"I'm wrong, I won't be jealous anymore," Qiu Yi laughed for a long time. "I'll go back later. There's still something else I haven't finished dealing with here. I have to wait for Luo Yiyang to come and sign."

"Look at you, I'm not jealous when you're all day long," said Bian Nan.

"You don't care so much as I do." Qiu Yi tsk.

"Bad, I can only say that you have not matured at all in the jealousy for so many years," Bian Nan sighed. Before he could speak, the bathroom door suddenly opened, Qiu Yan ran out naked. He couldn't help but shout, "Qiu Erbao, what are you doing?"

"I forgot to take my underwear." Qiu Yan shouted as he ran to his own room.

"Can't you wrap a towel?" Bian Nan hurried over and pulled the curtains up, "Where are you in the exhibition?"

"You haven't seen where I've been since I was a child..." Qiu Yan entered the house.

Bian Nan stared at his back for a while, lowered his voice: "When did Erbao have a tattoo on his calf?"

"Tuo? No, right? I didn't see it when I came back from the summer vacation," Qiu Yi was stunned, "Is Wen's calves beautiful?"

"Is this a question of where the literary style looks good?" Bian Nan sat back on the sofa, "Come back and talk to him tonight. This kid didn't learn bad things. I was so bad back then and I didn't have a tattoo."

"You can't see it even if you're writing." Qiu Yi said.

"Get out!" Bian Nan shouted and hung up the phone.

Qiu Yan put on his clothes and came out of the bedroom, poured his legs onto the sofa, and put his legs on Biannan's leg: "Did you call my brother? When will he return?"

"I'll wait for President Luo to talk about it later," Bian Nan grabbed his ankle and pushed his pants up. "If you're hungry, I'll take you out for some cushion now."

"Not hungry," Qiu Yan smiled and twisted, "Itchy."

"What is this..." Bian Nan twisted his calves and looked at it, and immediately shouted, "Why is it a scar?"

"Well, it's a joke," Qiu Yan shrank his legs, "What do you think it is?"

"I thought you were tattooed," Bian Nan frowned. Qiu Yan was still the soft little bread second treasure in his heart. When he suddenly saw such a scar, he felt very distressed. "Why did he hurt? This scar is not small."

"Just knocking," Qiu Yan turned over and lay on the sofa, "Big Huzi pinched his butt, it hurts when he sat in a car for a few hours."

"I'll pinch your head, don't interrupt," Bian Nan slapped his ass, "Pretending to me, you're too tender, no one can hit his calf if you don't hurt."
To be continued...