Qiu Yi did not answer him, but just lowered his head and put the pot on the stove, stared at the pot, poured the oil in after it became hot.

"Why are the egg yolks and egg whites separated today?" Bian Nan asked leaning against the wall behind him.

"The eggs are so tender and beautiful," said Qiu Yi.

"Oh," Bian Nan replied, "How troublesome."

"I don't know each other anymore. Isn't it that you're still depressed on your first day of your pseudo-internship?" Qiu Yi poured the egg white into the pot and stir-fryed, "Make it for you."

Bian Nan felt warm, but after a while of silence, he still spoke in a muffled voice: "I actually feel good when I see you... But now I am defeated by you, and I can't get rid of a fried rice with eggs."

"Why am I defeated?" Qiu Yi looked back at him, "I will remind you that there is no other meaning."

"Do you need something else?" Bian Nan felt very upset, and he didn't know how to clear it up. He really wanted to find a scoundrel to go in. "That's the only meaning is enough for me to get stuck for a while."

Qiu Yi didn't say anything, skillfully frying the egg whites, then poured the rice with the mixed egg yolks into the pot, stir-frying for a while before saying, "What's the point of blocking this?"

"It's so funny," Bian Nan tickled, "He was like a thief, and now he still has to consider these things. It's too hard to have a relationship."

"What's the matter of hard work? This is reality." Qiu Yi pulled the rice in the pot.

Bian Nan suddenly felt a little irritable. Qiu Yi's calm words made him feel uncomfortable. He slapped the kitchen next to him: "You are so boring. We haven't even had a smooth relationship yet. You just talk about reality and unrealistic things. Are you used to planning ahead since you were a child?"

Qiu Yi ignored him, stir-frying the rice, and adding seasonings step by step.

"I think if I really like someone, I can't think about these things at this stage," Bian Nan added, turned around and walked towards the kitchen door, and stopped before going out, "Don't just keep a distance and don't be so intimate as if it's family? OK, no problem."

After Bian Nan walked away, Qiu Yi turned off the fire and stood in a daze with a shovel facing the pot for a long time.

Bian Nan was a little abnormal today. They had such minor frictions before, but Bian Nan did not have any obvious reaction. I don’t know if it happened to be a problem when he went to an internship today, so he reacted a little big.

Or... I've saved up a few times and it's time to have an attack.

Qiu Yi sighed softly, feeling that she might have been a little too much today.

He prepared the fried rice with Bian Nan's taste and put the cooked pork rib soup in another pressure cooker into the electric hot pot, so that he could eat it hot later.

Just as he was about to ask Bian Nan to come over to serve the dishes, Qiu Yan ran into the kitchen and shouted excitedly: "Brother, is it ready?"

"Okay, you can bring the fried rice over," Qiu Yi touched his head, "Have you finished your homework?"

"I've finished writing a long time ago," Qiu Yan picked up two plates of fried rice, "I'm reviewing."

"It's so amazing, I can review it." Qiu Yi smiled and followed him with a pot.

When he entered the house, Bian Nan came out of the house, looked at him, and went straight to the kitchen without saying a word.

I served the dishes and the dishes, and I ran in and out several times, but I never talked to Qiu Yi.

Qiu Yan was very excited when eating because of the delicious fried rice with the skill of "reviewing", and talked a lot. He said to his father at a time, and then showed off to Bian Nan proudly, and listened to him all the meal.

Bian Nan dialect was much less. He talked to Dad Qiu for a while about his internship today, and then talked to Qiu Yan, but he basically didn’t talk to Qiu Yi too much, and the fried rice didn’t get the warm response he usually had.

After dinner, Nan Nan boiled some hot water and helped Qiu Yan wash the dishes.

While Qiu Yan and Qiu's father were still chatting enthusiastically in the living room, he entered the inner room and stood in the door and looked at Qiu Yi.

Qiu Yi hesitated for a moment, stood up and entered the house.

"I'll go back to school first," Bian Nan opened his bag and searched for the information given by Shi Jiang. "I have to read this lot of information. I have to go tomorrow and take my coach to work tomorrow."

"Okay," Qiu Yi looked at him, "I remember to stop meddling in other people's business tomorrow and see how other assistants do it."

"Yeah," Bian Nan pulled the bag and threw it on his back. After thinking about it, he sat down on the chair again, "Qiu Yi."

"What?" Qiu Yi sat down opposite him.

"I thought about it while eating. I might have been a little impulsive when I said that before," Bian Nan looked at him, "But, this matter may not be as you thought... I think your father..."

Qiu Yi leaned on the back of the chair without making any sound.

"Your dad may...I mean, maybe, he may not...oppose..." Bian Nan said it a little difficult, "You have done so much for him and his second baby since you were young, and it worked so hard. I think he... won't make things difficult for you... Alas I don't know what to say, just..."

"My dad always feels sorry for me," Qiu Yi said in a low voice. "He felt that he could not help with everything in the family, and he was pressing on me. He felt that he was my burden, so... because of this, he could not express his opinion on this matter. Do you mean that?"

Bian Nan stared at him for a while, and did not continue talking. He stood up and walked towards the door: "Okay, I understand."

Qiu Yi sat down without moving. He heard Bian Nan telling his father outside that he wanted to go back to school to read the information and leave first. He then teased Qiu Yan for a while, and finally heard him opening the door and going out.

After the yard door opened and closed, he sighed long and looked at the chair Bian Nan was sitting in a daze.

The look of Bian Nan when he walked made him feel uncomfortable. No matter what his original intention was or whether his expression was accurate or not, Bian Nan's disappointed look was clear.

He took a cigarette from the cigarette box and walked out of the room.

"Where are you going?" my dad asked.

"Let's wait outside." Qiu Yi opened the door.

"What are you doing when you run outside cold?" My dad pushed the wheelchair and said, "Wear a piece of clothing."

"It's okay." Qiu Yi walked out and took the door with him.

The wind became strong when the sun was about to set, and it was even more powerful. The north wind blew through the gap in the courtyard gate made a sharp roar, sounding like a whistle blowing.

Qiu Yi wore a sweater and lit a cigarette, and the wind blew her body through the wind.

He squatted by the pool, watching as the leaves were all gone, leaving only the grape trellis with yellow vines.

After smoking a cigarette without any scent, he squatted and was stunned for a long time, his legs were numb and his body was already stiff from cold. Then he took out his cell phone from his pocket and looked at the time.

At this time, Biannan should have arrived at the dormitory, so he dialed Biannan's number.

The dial tone in the earpiece kept ringing until it hung up automatically, and Bian Nan did not answer the phone.

He was stunned for a while with his cell phone, and dialed another number, but Bian Nan still didn't answer the phone.

Qiu Yi sighed and sat on the edge of the pool.

This is the first time Bian Nan has been like this, and he is probably really angry.

Qiu Yi bit his lip and clicked on the text message.

sorry.

Don't be angry with me.

I just...

I actually...

Qiu Yi's hand was a little frozen, and she repeatedly typed and deleted it. In the end, she deleted all the contents and put her phone back in her pocket.

Nothing is meaningless now. This has been said and cannot be taken back. No matter whether it is an apology or a comfort, it cannot change the current facts.

It is a fact that he likes Bian Nan.

It is fact that he cannot fully accept his sexuality.

He doesn't want his dad to know now, and it is a fact that he is afraid of hurting his family.

And it is also true that these things made Bian Nan feel depressed and disappointed.

He didn't know what else to say.

No matter what I say, it seems that I can't untie the knot in front of me.

For him, who has always been cautious and calm, this relationship that began due to impulse has hurt Bian Nan.

Qiu Yi grabbed his hair, which made him upset.

"What's there to see about this thing? Isn't it just about Zhan Fei's history and coach?" Wan Fei leaned over to Bian Nan and looked at it. "You've been watching it all night. Do you want to work so hard..."

"Yeah." Bian Nan leaned on the chair, staring at the information and responded.

"You haven't turned the pages in the past half an hour," Wan Fei shook his hand in front of his eyes. "Is it because you can't see it and fall asleep or is there something wrong?"

"Don't bother me." Bian Nan said.

"Who is happy to bother you? I'm still annoyed when you look like this." Wan Fei pointed at him.

"Stay there." Bian Nan glanced at him, then turned back to stare at the information in front of him.

"You..." Wan Fei frowned and studied him for a while, and finally turned around and fell on his bed, "Forget it, I'll talk to you when you don't want to beat me."

"Thank you." Bian Nan said.

Qiu Yi did not call again. Bian Nan glanced at the cell phone that was thrown next to him. There were three missed calls on it, all of which were Qiu Yi's.

He doesn't want to answer the phone now, especially if he doesn't want to answer Qiu Yi's call. He feels that if he answers, he will start arguing with Qiu Yi on the phone.

But Qiu Yi stopped calling him, and he felt a little disappointed and even more upset.

I didn't even send a text message!

Hold!

In fact, he didn't know what he was angry about.

Since I started getting along with Qiu Yi, I have felt a slight unhappiness behind my happiness and excitement.

Maybe it was there from the beginning, but I didn't notice it myself.

He didn't know what it was like to like someone, nor did he know what it was like to be together.
To be continued...