"No one follows him, he is afraid that he will get lost, so he will be honest." Qiu Yi said.

"...Oh." Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yan. What a magical problem.

After basically buying all the New Year’s goods, Qiu Yi and Bian Nan took Qiu Yan into the mall and saved all the things.

"Buy clothes now," Bian Nan pulled Qiu Yan, "I'll pick it for you, shut up and follow me, do you know?"

"Yeah." Qiu Yan chewed with a piece of chocolate.

Bian Nan walked around twice, bought a small orange down jacket for Qiu Yan and paired it with a pair of jeans. When he wanted to choose again, Qiu Yi stopped him: "It's almost done."

"It's okay, anyway..." Bian Nan wanted to say that he couldn't use the money he wanted to buy things for his father and his family.

"Hmm?" Qiu Yi looked at him.

"Anyway, I have a lot of money." Bian Nan said in a muffled voice.

"Oh, if you earn less than 2,000 yuan a month, you dare to say that you are a rich man?" Qiu Yi said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, I won't buy it for you anymore, and I won't buy it for you. I'll buy something for my uncle, right?" Bian Nan had already thought about it before and bought a massager for Dad Qiu that could be placed behind him to massage his neck and back. When he lay down, he could place it under his legs and press his legs.

"Okay." Qiu Yi said.

Qiu Yi bought a razor for Dad Qiu. It is said that although Dad Qiu is in poor health, his beard is a razor killer and he has to change several times a year.

Seeing knitted goods on the first floor for discounts, Qiu Yi thought about it and pulled Bian Nan over.

"What are you doing?" Bian Nan followed him into the crowd.

"One scarf, do you have one person?" Qiu Yi said.

"Are you a couple?" Bian Nan asked in his ear.

"Yes." Qiu Yi smiled.

Bian Nan was a little tired from walking around, but when he heard this, he immediately became energetic and rushed to the scarf rack and started to pick it.

"Does it have patterns or solid colors?" Bian Nan turned around and asked Qiu Yi.

"Everything is OK," said Qiu Yi.

Biannan picked a gray one with dark blue stripes, and a white one with the same blue stripes: "Okay?"

"Well," Qiu Yi took two scarves and compared them, and handed the white one to Bian Nan, "You use this one."

"Why, I want to be gray." Bian Nan grabbed the gray one.

"It's the same color as your face." Qiu Yi took the gray one again.

"Fuck," Bian Nan was a little helpless, "I'm a healthy wheat color, so it's not next to the gray one!"

"Not good." Qiu Yi said.

"Oh, okay, okay, I want it white." Bian Nan took the white one around his neck and tried it, baring his teeth at himself in the mirror. It was quite beautiful.

"I want this." Qiu Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed a red scarf on the shelf.

"Not you," Qiu Yi said.

"I want this one in red." Qiu Yan said again as if he hadn't heard Qiu Yi's words.

"Aren't you?" Qiu Yi pulled the little blue scarf around his neck.

"I want red during the New Year," Qiu Yan said with his head raised, "Bad and I both want red."

Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yi with a smile. Qiu Yi sighed helplessly, took down the red one, and found a small one for Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan was very satisfied and turned to the cashier with two red scarves.

"Oh," Bian Nan couldn't stop being happy, "Fortunately, I don't want stripes, so if the couple have to change their family clothes."

"Why do we change it to red too?" Qiu Yi looked at him with his squint eyes.

"No, no, no, no," Bian Nan quickly pulled him, "It's very easy for a couple to go back."

I bought all the things and it was already lunch. Dad Qiu called and said that he had eaten hot pot at Uncle Liu's house next yard and asked them to take Qiu Yan out for something.

"What do you want to eat?" Qiu Yi bent down and looked at Qiu Yan.

"Yogurt, chocolate, beef jerky..." Qiu Yan opened his mouth and submitted a bunch of snacks.

"Say it again." Qiu Yi looked at him.

"Braised chicken rice." Qiu Yan immediately changed the answer.

"How unpalatable..." Biannan twitched, and was about to say why he would go to eat the big tube bone when his cell phone rang.

He put the bag in his hand at his feet, took out his cell phone, and looked at it and was stunned.

Bian Hao.

Bian Hao would not call him for ten years, but now he would receive a call from Bian Hao, which surprised Bian Nan.

"I'll answer... the phone call," Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yi, and slowly walked aside with his cell phone as if nothing had happened, and then pressed to answer, "Hey?"

"Biannan?" Bian Hao asked with certainty, probably the number was too small.

"Yeah," Bian Nan whispered, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Will you... go home tomorrow?" asked Bian Hao.

"Tomorrow?" Bian Nan was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I'll go back... Dad will be stuck."

"I don't know." Bian Hao said.

"Is he still angry?" Bian Nan thought of his father's eyes, and his good mood suddenly fell on his feet.

"Probably, I haven't come out in the study these two days." Bian Hao couldn't hear the emotion in his voice.

"Then I..." Bian Nan immediately felt a chaotic feeling when he thought about the scene he had to face when he went home. After he hesitating for a long time, he bit his lip, "I won't go back now."

Bian Hao didn't say anything, and after a while, he spoke: "Where do you live?"

"My friend rented a house for me." Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yi, and Qiu Yi was squatting and putting the little red scarf on Qiu Yan.

"Then whatever you want." Bian Hao said.

"By the way," Bian Nan thought for a while, "I have 80,000 more cards... It's my dad..."

"I'll transfer it for you," Bian Hao cleared his throat, and it seemed a little embarrassed. "Dad didn't really want you to get out. If you really have something to do, no one's life will be easy."

"What can I do?" Bian Nan didn't expect that the money was really Bian Hao's own, and he didn't know what to say, "I still have money on my card."

"I don't know how much money you have," said Bian Hao. "Okay, just do it, I'm dead."

Bian Nan hung up the phone, turned his back to Qiu Yi, and first grinned and moved his face, tidied up a suitable relaxation before turning around and jogging.

"Whose phone number?" Qiu Yi stood up.

"Does it look good?" Qiu Yan pulled his scarf and looked at him.

"Good, handsome little guy," Bian Nan bounced on Qiu Yan's face and looked at Qiu Yi again, "My... dad's phone number."

"Is it okay?" Qiu Yi asked.

"It's okay, I'm so embarrassed that I don't want to talk to you in front of you." Bian Nan laughed twice, and gave his thumbs up for his instant lies in his heart.

"Eat braised chicken rice?" Qiu Yi picked up the bag on the ground.

"Hey, Erbao," Bian Nan was really not interested in braised chicken rice. "How about we go eat big bone hotpot? Or mutton hotpot?"

"Let's sauté!" Qiu Yan's eyes lit up, "Let's sauté!"

It was not easy to find a shop with mutton hotpot and empty tables in the city center at this time, so they took a taxi and went up the side.

"It's the New Year," Bian Nan whispered, "I bought so many more things and brought a child to take a taxi to make it more comfortable."

Qiu Yi was so happy that he leaned into his ear: "Did I say I won't let the taxi take?"

"I'll tell myself," Bian Nan tskated, "Are you learning to live now? Just count on it."

"I'll treat you to mutton hotpot later, don't forget it," Qiu Yi said with a smile, "I have unexpected gains here."

The mutton hotpot restaurant they found was located in a remote location, and it was a little late, so there were not many people. When they entered, they could find a table next to the window. Although the street was outside the window, there was nothing to see.

Bian Nan took off his coat and helped Qiu Yan, who was not flexible in his movements like a zongzi, stripped off his coat: "Do Erbao like to eat mutton hotpot?"

"I love to eat, my father loves to eat too," Qiu Yan lay on the table, "I have already smelled the fragrance."

"Hey, then we've eaten it myself. Your dad doesn't have to eat too much," Bian Nan thought for a while, patted Qiu Yi's hand, "Why buy some mutton in the afternoon and go back to rinse it?"

"You're eating at my house tonight? Don't you go back?" Qiu Yi glanced at him.

"I won't go back. I haven't cleaned up the mess there, it's all bad. It's so unintentional for me to go back alone..." Bian Nan stopped before he finished speaking.

I'm fucking! What's this saying!

How could I say this?

"I mean...my family...they all went out...to eat," Bian Nan struggled with difficulty, "I..."

Qiu Yi didn't say anything, holding the menu in one hand and watching slowly, picking up the cup in the other hand and drinking a sip of tea, with an uncontrollable smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I mean...hey!" Bian Nan leaned on the chair, "I won't say it anymore!"
Chapter completed!