Seeing Zhou Ping speak up, Meng Xiang asked with a smile, "Then he must be a very important friend. Are you chopping vegetables so late because you're planning to cook for him tomorrow?"
"Hmm." A small smile appeared on Zhou Ping's lips.
To his utter surprise, Meng Xiang saw Zhou Ping smile.
After responding, Zhou Ping silently walked into the warehouse, locked the door behind him, and took off his white shirt and coat. In the narrow dressing mirror in the corner of the warehouse, a body covered in wounds appeared in front of him.
Various scars covered his back, and there were many long, thin scars on his arms. He only glanced at them briefly before looking away, something flashing quickly in his eyes.
Shang Yan had seen his scarred body before...
With a blank expression, Zhou Ping picked up the uniform from the retail store next to him and put it on tightly. After folding his shirt neatly and placing it aside, he picked up the baseball cap that was lying next to him, made sure it was pulled down as low as possible, and then opened the door and went out.
After walking out, he stopped by the snack shelf, picked out all the orange-flavored lollipops from a box on that shelf, and brought them to Meng Xiang.
"Or will it be deducted from your wages?" Meng Xiang was already used to this kind of situation. Zhou Ping had been working at the retail store for so long, and every month in the middle of the month he would specifically pick out all the orange-flavored candies from the box containing lollipops and take them away.
"Okay." Zhou Ping nodded, put the candy in a plastic bag, placed it on the counter, and prepared to take it with him when he left.
"You like candy, huh? And you only eat orange-flavored ones?" Meng Xiang thought of the friend Zhou Ping had just mentioned. "Oh, is it your friend who likes it?"
"Yes, he likes it." Every time he went to see Shang Yan, he would bring him candy. The only time he didn't bring any, Shang Yan had an attack and licked the candy like it was candy.
Zhou Ping decided to carry some candy with him from now on, just in case Shang Yan suddenly had another attack and licked him again.
"They seem to be very good friends. Young people have such good friendships," Meng Xiang remarked. "Eh? Is she a young girl?"
A fierce fire of gossip ignited in his eyes.
“No,” Zhou Ping shook his head.
The flame in Meng Xiang's eyes died down. "How old is your friend? Why does he still like to eat lollipops?"
“He’s a few months younger than me…” Zhou Ping replied, “He just loves to eat this.”
Having talked so much with Zhou Ping for the first time, Meng Xiang rubbed his aching back and handed the order slip to Zhou Ping. "Alright, I have to go. You can check the rest yourself, and don't forget to put the goods in the warehouse."
"Oh," Zhou Ping nodded.
“You don’t need to be so serious. There are hardly any people here so late at night. Find something else to do. The long night is hard to get through…” After rambling on for a while, Meng Xiang left.
After he left, Zhou Ping checked the goods as usual. While he was checking the goods, the old-fashioned mobile phone in his pocket beeped.
"Hmm?" Zhou Ping put down the goods in his hand and took out the old-fashioned button phone.
157xxxxxxx sent you a text message.
Goodnight, Zhou Ping!
I reached out to press a button to reply to a message, but the next second another text message came in.
"I'll come see you tomorrow afternoon, there's a surprise! You should go to bed early and not work too late!"
surprise?
What surprise?
Zhou Ping stared blankly at the two text messages. The bright light above him shone down, and most of his face, hidden under his baseball cap, appeared somewhat bewildered.
It's obvious who sent this message without even asking.
His gaze softened considerably. He reached out and rubbed the corners of his slightly reddened eyes, then typed out a line of text, "Okay, goodnight."
After carefully reading the two messages again, Zhou Ping put his phone back in his pocket.
A faint sense of excitement and anticipation stirred within him. After drifting off into thought twice, he reached out and patted his face.
"What am I thinking about..." he muttered unconsciously for a moment before continuing to check the goods.
Shang Yan told him to go to sleep early, as he needed to load the goods in the warehouse quickly...
The next morning, Shang Yan got out of bed very early.
He went to buy things with cash. He specially took a piece of cloth to wrap all the banknotes and put them in his bag. Then he put the coins in a cardboard box and put the cardboard box in his backpack.
When he started walking, the coins in his backpack would clink as he walked faster.
Hearing the coin clinking, Shang Yan smiled especially brightly.
"What are you grinning about?" 019 asked, seeing Shang Yan laughing happily again.
"Listen, that's the sound of coins clinking!" Shang Yan jumped up and down twice, and the sound of coins clattering came again.
[...], well, this silly girl has many reasons to be happy.
"Mom, I want to go out today, to the mall!" After dinner, Shang Yan pulled Shen Yu aside and said, "Mom... I want five yuan..."
He looked pitiful, and Shen Yu laughed, "Your sister gave you her new phone last night, and Mom transferred 500 yuan to you this morning. Don't spend money recklessly."
"Mom is the best!" Shang Yan felt that happiness had come too suddenly after receiving a huge sum of five hundred yuan.
This isn't 50 cents, or 5 yuan, it's 500 yuan!
"Mom, I'll go out and earn money for you in a few days!" With a few days left before school starts, Shang Yan plans to take a part-time job.
"If you really want to do some work, how about Mom arranges a job for you when you come back tonight?" Shen Yu gently patted her son's head. "Can you go out by yourself? Do you want to ask your sister to come with you?"
Shang Qingqian is on vacation at home these two days.
"No need, I can manage on my own. I'll go see Zhou Ping this afternoon!" Shang Yan told Shen Yu about his itinerary, then slung his bag over his shoulder and head out the door.
The mall wasn't far from home. Shang Yan was looking at the text message Zhou Ping had sent him on his new phone, lost in thought.
He flipped through the book 019 had found for him and typed out a sentence.
I miss you so much.
After a pause, he sent another message: "I mistyped those three words. The first two words should be read backwards."
"No, host, you'll send anything!" 019 remained silent.
Shang Yan then realized, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
Oh no, the message can't be retracted...
He now feels like his left brain is squeezing against his right, and his head is pointed. [Those two books you gave me, aren't they books to improve relationships? Why do I sound so strange saying them?]
"...Well, actually..." It does indeed enhance feelings, 019 coughed lightly. "Although it enhances feelings, I think you should use it sparingly."
I have a feeling things are going to take an unpredictable turn.
The message was sent, but Zhou Ping didn't reply for quite a while.
"Strange, didn't he see it?"
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