狼行成双 || wolves of a pair prowl together [English Translation]

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BianNan feels that the reason why he can bear his breath and stay at Qiu Yi's house , that in addition to deliberately responding to Qiu Yi , is because he likes Qiu Yan and also doesn't want Qui Yan to be disappointed.　　

Of course, there was also a little bit of guilt. Before, he had never thought that his two sticks would make
Qiu Yi 's already difficult... Besides, Qiu Yi didn't do anything to make Bian Nan particularly irritated except for a few words.
　　
So he never expected that Qiu Yi would punch himself in the face at the dinner table in front of his younger brother, and then hit his nose so accurately.
　　
He is proud of his handsome ,slippery, straight nose.
　　
"What are you crazy!" Bian Nan yelled, clutching his nose. After the roar, he couldn't say anything else. The soreness, numbness and pain from his nose after a two-second delay made his tears come down. Now, don't say aloud, just bend over and cover his nose, but he can't find a suitable posture.
　　
"Brother, what are you doing?" Qiu Yan was startled, his eyes widened for a long time before shouting, with a cry in his voice.
　　
"What's wrong? What's the matter?" Dad Qiu's voice came from the back room, asking first, then turning to reprimand, "Qiu Yi, what are you doing?"
　　
Bian Nan stood up, his chair fell to one side. He didn't even care about helping him, and rushed directly into the yard.
　　
Except for inexplicable anger , he had no other emotions in his mind, fearing that he would lift the table on impulse.
　　
After squatting down by the basin, he took a look at it. There was a mass of blood in his palm, and a little more was probably enough to dye a red scarf.
　　
Damn!
　　
"Dahuzi!" Qiu Yan ran out following him, almost stomping when he passed under the grape rack because of his anxiety.
　　
"It's all right, don't worry," Bian Nan frowned, holding his nose with one hand, enduring the pain, "I'm all right."
　　
"Sorry," Qiu Yan hurried with tears still on his face. He hurriedly ran to him and said in a series of whispers, "Don't be angry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
　　
"What are you sorry for! It wasn't you who did it!" Seeing Qiu Yan like this, Bian Nan was so angry that he could participate the Olympic fire distance passed, he turned on the faucet, "I will wash it first."
　　
"I will help you," Qiu Yan immediately lifted his sleeves, reached for some water, and patted his forehead lightly. "I used to nosebleeds, I know how to stop the bleeding..."
　　
"Oh." Bian Nan didn't move, so Qiu Yan took the water and patted his forehead.
　　
"Don't be angry with my brother," Qiu Yan sniffed, tears still hanging on his face, the small lamp in the yard shone through, it was very crystal clear, and it looked distressing, "He didn't mean it. "
　　
"That's not the case..." Bian Nan couldn't help but yelled out, but Dad Qiu in the room kept him from finishing his words with the angry roar. He glanced back, "Wake your father up, right?
　　
" My dad will scold him," Qiu Yan lowered his head, wiped the tears from his face, and continued to pat Bian Nan's forehead, "My brother is because...because...you said you were going to my mother... ..."
　　
"Children don't speak dirty words!" BianNan reflexively said, and then he was stunned to react, "Me? I just said, I said to your mother..."
　　
Bian Nan suddenly remembered what Qiu Yan had said. 'My mother was dead.'
　　
In other words, Qiu Yi's fucking dead.
　　
"I'll make a blunt word, not to scold your mother," Bian Nan frowned, "He has too much reaction..."
　　
"He is not in a good mood during this time," Qiu Yan bit his lip. He took out a small handkerchief from his pocket and went to Bian Nan, "Dahuzi, wipe your face."
　　
Bian Nan pointed to his face: "You can wipe your own face first."

"I don't need it." Qiu Yan rubbed his hand indiscriminately on his face. "The handkerchief is clean. I don't use it today."
　　
Bian Nan had to take the handkerchief and wipe it on his face. There was still a little bit under his nose. He couldn't stand his own blood because of the blood stains. He stood up and rubbed his handkerchief under the faucet: "It's okay, I'm leaving."
　　
"Huh?" Qiu Yan grabbed his hand anxiously.
　　
"Wait." Qiu Yi's voice came from behind.
　　
Bian Nan threw the handkerchief on Qiu Yan's head and turned to look at Qiu Yi: "What else do you want to do?"
　　
"ErBao, come in and clean up." Qiu Yi didn't sit in the wheelchair, and slowly walked from the door. After a few steps, he jumped to the bottom of the grape shelf and put the plaster legs on the small stool next to him. "I'll talk to Dahuzi."
　　
"Oh." Qiu Yan glanced at Bian Nan and ran in the house with his handkerchief. 
　　
Bian Nan didn't have much interest in chatting with Qiu Yi, and felt that he didn't know how to turn around. Just when he was about to turn around and leave, Qiu Yi cleared his throat: "I was just too impulsive."