Have you lost weight?

Bian Nan subconsciously raised his hand and touched his face.

A cold wind blew over, and he suddenly realized that it was not the point that he had lost weight now!

The point is Qiu Yi.

To count the time he had avoided each other before, he had not looked at Qiu Yi face to face and listened to his voice in three months.

When he thought of this, he suddenly felt a little weak.

Finally saw it.

Finally heard the sound.

Finally I realized the fucking feeling that countless things I wanted to say were rushing to come out, but all of them were blocked in my throat. No one could come out.

Qiu Yi didn't say anything, and looked at him silently for a while before spreading his arms.

Bian Nan stared at him, hesitating and not sure. He couldn't react for a moment whether Qiu Yi's sudden move was about to... a hug?

Embrace?

Qiu Yi saw that he didn't move, and he spread his arms and didn't move: "I'm not spreading my wings in the big roll."

"Fuck." Bian Nan cursed quietly, and smiled and hugged him.

Qiu Yi patted him gently behind his back: "Thank you."

Bian Nan tightened his arms hard and hugged Qiu Yi firmly in his arms.

This was the first time he hugged Qiu Yi tightly like this. He could feel Qiu Yi's tight body through his arms through his clothes, and the muscles tense due to the force when Qiu Yi hugged him back.

This real and clear physical contact made him tremble, and his pores opened as if they had heard the order, and then they suddenly closed.

The two of them hugged them silently in the cold wind and did not move for a long time.

Bian Nan didn't want to move, and he was reluctant to move and was embarrassed to move.

The words in his throat were not enough to make a life-and-death battle. Once he let go of his hand and couldn't speak face to face, he would be embarrassed.

But he knew that if he didn't let go, there would be something even more embarrassing to wait for him. He was wearing sweatpants today... If he had known this would happen, he should have worn jeans.

As he was thinking about it for a while, Qiu Yi said softly: "It's quite cold."

"Damn," Bian Nan quickly let go of his hand when he heard this. Then he noticed that Qiu Yi was wearing only a long-sleeved T-shirt. He immediately started to take off his coat, "Didn't I ask the lawyer to bring a coat for you?"

"It's dirty," Qiu Yi held his hand, "Don't take it off, just get in the car."

"Oh, yes," Bian Nan turned around and wanted to open the passenger's door, and ran towards the trunk as if he remembered something, "Come here first."

Qiu Yi walked to the back of the car and saw Bian Nan holding a handful of branches. He was stunned: "What's this?"

"Pomelo leaves..." Bian Nan was happy at the branches in his hand, "My father made it and said that he would use this to get rid of bad luck."

Bian Nan took the leaves and patted Qiu Yi a few times, closed the door of the trunk: "Just do it, get in the car."

Just as he was about to walk towards the front of the car, Qiu Yi suddenly grabbed his hand.

Bian Nan was staggering.

Qiu Yi's hand was very cold, and this grasp did not feel any warmth that hit the palm of his heart... But the coolness of Qiu Yi's fingertips made him feel unspeakable and comfortable.

Damn, what are you thinking about?

It was just this simple action, but it took Bian Nan several seconds to turn around: "What?"

"Look." Qiu Yi pulled the palm of his right hand upwards, and looked down at the scar on his hand that ran across the entire palm.

"It's okay, it's already done, and you're moving freely now," Bian Nan also looked at his hand, "Now the palm lines are awesome."

To be honest, he hasn't looked at the scar carefully since the stitches were removed. Now, it's really scary. Moreover, because the scar is not completely clear, his hands will feel tight when they are opened.

Qiu Yi didn't say anything, his fingertips gently slashed across the scar and frowned.

The scar is relatively plump. When Qiu Yi's fingertips pass by, there is only a faint dull touch, but just this feeling can even crawl into his heart along his arms.

itch.

"It's really... it's okay," Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yi, "I've been starting training for almost a month."

"Where is the head?" Qiu Yi touched the back of his head again, "Where did you kick that?"

"I don't know," Bian Nan really didn't know where the kick was. Anyway, when he woke up, his head felt a little bulging, "Don't worry about me, get in the car first."

"Do you need to learn a book?" Qiu Yi got into the car. "He dared to drive without a license to drive the car to the detention center."

"I originally wanted to learn during the summer vacation, but wasn't it a problem?" Bian Nan smiled and started the car. "Let's go to school to pick up the second baby. I heard your dad say that they will do good things today and get early after school."

"Okay." Qiu Yi nodded.

"By the way," Bian Nan pointed to the bag he threw in the back seat, "Your phone is in my bag, I'm charging."

Qiu Yi turned around and took out his cell phone from his bag and looked at it, put it in his pocket: "What Shen Tao gave it to you?"

"Well," Bian Nan responded, suddenly remembering Shen Tao's eyes and attitude. He suddenly felt that a needle had been pricked on his back, and the feeling of guilt wrapped him up again. He quickly changed the topic, "How is your injury? Where is it?"

"It's everywhere," Qiu Yi smiled, raising his sleeves, and there were two healing wounds on his arm. "But it's not serious, it's not as painful as you're hitting me."

"Fuck?" Bian Nan was stunned, "I'm pushing your stomach? I really don't know, I was so anxious that I was red-eyed..."

"You should stop fighting in the future," Qiu Yi sighed, "I have never seen him give up his entire back to the other party during a fight."

"I'm not always like this, that's not because..." Bian Nan stopped halfway.

"I know, thank you," Qiu Yi glanced at him, "Drive well."

When Bian Nan drove the car to Qiu Yan and his school gate, he happened to see the children lined up with buckets and rags to enter the school gate.

Qiu Yan held his green bucket on his head, and jumped to the end of the team with a rag in his hand.

"Hey, this silly boy, you're pushing your head with all your lust..." Bian Nan was so happy when he saw it.

"Second Treasure!" Qiu Yi put down the car window and shouted at the other side.

Qiu Yan was stunned when he heard the voice and turned his head suddenly.

"Brother!" When I saw Qiu Yi opening the car door, Qiu Yan's eyes widened, and then he rushed over here, running and shouted, "Teacher Li! My brother is here to pick me up!"

Bian Nan discovered that Qiu Yan's jumping power was so amazing for the first time. He ran to Qiu Yi and jumped suddenly, jumped directly on Qiu Yi's body, put his arm around Qiu Yi's neck, and his legs hooked on Qiu Yi's waist: "Brother——"

Before Qiu Yi could make a sound, he closed his eyes and cried to the sky.

Biannan leaned over to the side of the road, and Qiu Yi carried Qiu Yan into the car. Because Qiu Yan wrapped around Qiu Yi like an octopus, he refused to let go. Qiu Yi took a long time to get on the car.

"Ouch, baby," Bian Nan touched his face, "This is crying..."

Qiu Yan hugged Qiu Yi's neck and cried all the way, as if he had been thinking about his brother for so long and was so uncomfortable that he had been holding back his body.

It was not until the car drove to the small street outside the alley that Qiu Yan slowly disappeared.

"Don't cry?" Bian Nan glanced at him.

"I fell asleep," Qiu Yi leaned back on the seat and breathed a sigh of relief, "I screamed so hard that my head hurts."

"Heart?" Bian Nan immediately stared at him.

"…a metaphor." Qiu Yi said.

"Oh." Bian Nan felt a little stupid.

Qiu Yi got out of the car with Qiu Yan in his arms and was about to hand Qiu Yan over to Bian Nan to get his bag, but Qiu Yan opened his eyes and twisted his neck desperately.

"I'll get the things." Bian Nan took out both of his bags.

"Brother." Qiu Yan hugged Qiu Yi's neck and shouted.

"Yes." Qiu Yi responded.

"elder brother."

"Um."

"elder brother."

"What's the matter?"

"I'm in the third grade." Qiu Yan said with a swollen eyes and a smile.

"So amazing," Qiu Yi kissed him, "It's more capable than Big Hu Zi."

"Hey!" Bian Nan shouted from behind, "I would praise him if I don't step on this."

It was already noon, so Biannan bought some cooked food at the braised braised restaurant, so that Qiu Yi had to cook after staying in the detention center for two months.

After returning home, Qiu Yancai finally recovered and ran into Qiu's father's room shouting.

"Cook some rice," Qiu Yi said to Bian Nan, "I'll talk to my dad first."

"Yeah." Bian Nan nodded, he wanted to say, "Just talk soon, and after the conversation, I want to have a good chat with you."

But when he thought of chatting with Qiu Yi, he felt nervous again.

After Qiu Yi entered Qiu’s father’s house, Bian Nan called Wan Fei and called his father again: “Dad, I’ve received it.”
To be continued...