Qiu Yi did not wear a mask, and was almost face to face from Bian Nan. Bian Nan finally saw the man's appearance clearly.

The small piece of gauze on his face was removed, and there was a semicircular wound under the corner of his eyes, like a crescent.

Her skin is indeed white, her face is very clear, her straight nose and eye sockets deeper than ordinary people, and her eyes, Bian Nan knew a little why Zhang Xiaorong's eyes were almost red when she looked at Qiu Yi.

Hold!

He withdrew his gaze in discomfort and stared at the cup in front of him. Qiu Yi said nothing, and he didn't hear clearly. His afternoon words were echoed in his mind.

I want to see Qiu Yi again without beating him to death!

But he never expected that he would see Qiu Yi again in such a scene.

He could never beat a hotel waiter in front of his father, let alone he couldn't say anything about the reason. He was attacked in a fight? Did the robbery fail?

...He can't afford to lose this person.

"Rahan Fruit Tea," my dad ordered the tea first, lowered his head to start studying the menu, "I ate that morel stewed pork ribs last time, so let's have morels."

"Stewed with morels on the pork ribs." Qiu Yi repeated the name of the dish, lowered his head and pressed it on the ordering utensil a few times.

Bian Nan came to his senses when he heard Qiu Yi's voice. He realized that his father ordered the most unpopular Luohan Fruit Tea, but he knew that his father liked to drink this thing. In his eyes, Longjing Biluochun Tieguanyin could not catch up with the Luohan Fruit that cost two yuan each.

Bian Nan was unhappy and couldn't protest against Cha. He glanced at the wound at the corner of Qiu Yi's eyes: "Has Bao Zheng's Crescent Immigrated?"

Qiu Yi looked at him, but just smiled and didn't say anything.

"You care so much," my dad was a little puzzled about what he said suddenly, "I'll stew another matsutake soup?"

"I don't like drinking soup." Bian Nan said in a muffled voice.

"How can I eat Matsutake without making soup?" My dad looked up and asked Qiu Yi.

"It can be fried," said Qiu Yi, "it tastes good."

"Then fry the matsutake." Dad nodded.

"Okay, fried matsutake." Qiu Yi pressed the ordering utensil.

Bian Nan turned his head and looked out the window. He didn't turn back until his father finished ordering the dishes. Qiu Yi turned around and walked away. He thought that he would carry a chair and swing it over at this time. He would definitely smash the kid down and kick it up again...

"What's wrong with your hand?" Dad pointed at his hand.

Bian Nan looked down at his hand. He was scratched at the mess at the entrance of the Internet cafe that night. The wound was quite deep, but because of the shoulder injury, the small wound was ignored and he didn't even take a Band-Aid.

"I was training to fall," said Bian Nan.

"Are you tired of training? I haven't contacted you Coach Jiang this semester. You haven't caused any trouble, are you?" My dad was a little worried.

"Do you think Jiang is my brother?" Bian Nan glanced at his father, "What's wrong with me? How can he not call you?"

Jiang did call his father occasionally, but occasionally climbing over the wall at night has nothing to report for sports students. He had shoulder injuries and no evidence that he was fighting, so Bian Nan didn't care.

My father looked at him and sighed, as if he could not find the topic. Bian Nan was also silent. He didn't feel uncomfortable. They were in this state for most of the time he spent with my father.

Within two minutes, Qiu Yi brought the Luohan fruit tea, and Bian Nan took the pot and poured a cup of it for his father.

When Qiu Yi turned around and walked away, Bian Nan turned around and stared at his back. Until Qiu Yi walked away, he raised his hand and shouted: "Waiter!"

Qiu Yi stopped, turned around and walked back quickly: "What's wrong with sir?"

"Give me a cup of boiled water." Bian Nan said.

"Wait." Qiu Yi turned around and left.

Bian Nan continued to face with his father silently, tapping his fingers on the empty cup.

Not long after, Qiu Yi brought a cup of boiled water with a tray and placed it in front of Biannan: "Your boiled water."

Looking at the steaming water, Bian Nan called out Qiu Yi who was about to turn around and walk away: "Is it boiling water?"

"Well, boiling water, white boiling water." Qiu Yi looked at him.

"I want to bloom in the air." Bian Nan supported his forehead with his fingers and looked at Qiu Yi's eyes.

"No," Qiu Yi held the tray, "It's cold now, and it's all hot and boiling water."

"There is always mineral water?" Bian Nan twitched.

"Yes, wait." Qiu Yi glanced at him, turned around and walked away.

My father asked after Qiu Yi walked away: "What's wrong with you?"

Bian Nan has a bad temper, but he is afraid of trouble and never makes things difficult for others. Besides, he has never had the habit of drinking cold and squandering while eating, so my father couldn't understand it.

"It's nothing, I just want to drink cold and boil it in vain." Biannan pushed the hot water aside.

"Do you know that waiter?" Dad looked behind him, "Classmate?"

"There is no major in the sports school," said Bian Nan, "I don't know him."

My dad wanted to say something, but opened his mouth and didn't say anything, and finally just sighed.

Qiu Yi brought a bottle of mineral water and poured a cup for Bian Nan: "Sir, do you have anything else to do?"

"I urged the vegetables and starved to death." Bian Nan said.

Qiu Yi responded and walked away, but he didn't go far. It seemed that he was responsible for these booths, standing not far away.

If you can't do it, the only way to relieve your anger in Bian Nan is to walk him.

After the dishes are served, Biannan needs to add water, tissues, and change plates.

But Qiu Yi always smiled and responded to every request, and never even raised his voice.

This made Bian Nan very angry. He just waited for Qiu Yi to be unable to withstand it. Even if he was a little impatient, he could get angry. As a result, Qiu Yi didn't give him a chance from beginning to end!

The fourth time he raised his hand to ask for tissues, his father finally couldn't help it and put down his chopsticks: "Can you still let me have a meal in peace?"

"You eat yours," Bian Nan raised his hand, "Serve..."

"Hello sir, what do you need?" A little girl walked quickly to the table.

"...Person," Bian Nan was stunned, "Is it a replacement?"

The little girl was also stunned, not knowing what to say, and then asked with a smile: "Do you need anything?"

"It's gone." Bian Nan muffled, let's just change the person, he didn't want to walk the girl.

After the waiter girl walked away, Bian Nan suddenly felt a little discouraged, thinking that this trouble was too naive, especially in front of her father, she didn't feel comfortable eating.

"Have you calmed down?" My dad looked at him and served him a bowl of soup. "Try this mixed mushroom soup, it's quite fresh."

"Oh." Bian Nan actually doesn't like drinking soup. He will drink a few sips of beef noodle soup, but now he lowered his head and drank the soup in the bowl.

"Is there a competition this semester?" My dad asked without saying a word.

"Yes, there is a ranking competition in April, and it has nothing to do with me." Bian Nan picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth. It tasted pretty good.

"What do you mean? Why does it have nothing to do with you?" Dad frowned.

"If you don't say you're sending me to the sports school, just..." Bian Nan shut up and was just a waste of life. My father used to say this, but the results of Bian Nan's competitions have been pretty good over the years. My father probably started to hope that he could play a little, so he didn't mention this. He glanced at his father, "I'll do my best to see what I'll make arrangements for Jiang."

The two of them finished the meal in a pleasant atmosphere of half silent and half speechless. When my father checked out, Bian Nan looked back and forth. There were a few more customers in the store than before. The waiter walked back and forth, but he didn't see Qiu Yi.

Run away?

Bian Nan tsk in his heart twice, stood up behind his father, and the battle ended before the beginning, and it was boring.

After leaving the hotel, my dad went to the parking lot to get a car. Biannan was too lazy to walk, so he stood by the road and waited.

Just as he took his cell phone and sent a text message to Wan Fei, he said that he would come over for a while, someone walked in from the opposite side. Bian Nan smelled the faint smell of tobacco, looked up and met the other party's gaze.

Where is fate?

Bian Nan raised his eyebrows and it turned out to be Qiu Yi.

Unlike his polite smile service before, Qiu Yi looked at him with cold eyes and no expression on his face.

"Have you escaped?" Bian Nan suppressed the urge to smash his phone into his face. Qiu Yi was about the same size as him, and his body was not as weak as he thought. He might not be able to gain the upper hand if he took action so easily.

Qiu Yi glanced at him, walked towards the hotel, and when he passed by him, he whispered in his ear very close: "Why, do you miss me?"

Bian Nan's anger was instantly ignited by Qiu Yi's words: "Fuck | Your uncle!"

He cursed, holding the phone in his left hand without thinking, swinging it towards Qiu Yi's face with his backhand.

Qiu Yi turned his head and raised his hand to block it. Bian Nan's hand hit his wrist, causing a pain. It was probably that Qiu Yi was wearing something on his hand.

This pain was just adding fuel to the fire. He didn't care about the injury to his right shoulder. He reached out and grabbed Qiu Yi's hand, pulled him hard, and hit his right knee under Qiu Yi's ribs with force.

This time it hit Qiu Yi firmly, but before he could do another shot, Qiu Yi had already punched him in the right rib by taking advantage of his inertia.

The punch hit no lighter than Bian Nan's knee, and Bian Nan almost fell over in one breath.

Just as I was about to grit my teeth and look at Qiu Yi's face, a headlight shone behind me, and a few rapid horns sounded, and then I heard my dad's roar: "Biannan!"

The car stopped beside him, and my dad jumped out of the car, grabbed Bian Nan and pulled him away: "What are you doing!"

Although Bian Nan felt that his hair was almost lit up in anger, he still exhausted his lifelong patience in front of his father and did not pounce on him again. He pointed at Qiu Yi: "You better not let me see you again!"

"Same." Qiu Yi pressed under his ribs, curled the corner of his mouth and sneered, then turned around and left.

"What the hell is going on!" Dad stuffed Bian Nan into the car and held the car door. "Just take a car and you can fight with people in the past two minutes! Why are you so worried!"
To be continued...