Zhou Ping, who had just gotten up early, was eating when his keypad phone vibrated in his pocket. He had just taken a sip of porridge.
He quickly took out his phone, opened the text message page, and saw the first message.
I miss you so much.
Zhou Ping slowly swallowed the warm porridge in his mouth. A blush suddenly appeared on his face. With a gentle look in his eyes, he picked up his phone and typed one key at a time.
I typed and then deleted, and my phone vibrated again.
"You mistyped those three words. The first two words should be read backwards."
Read it backwards?
I miss you so much... I miss you...?
Snap—
It was the sound of a phone falling to the ground.
The blush spread from his exposed neck to his ears, then burned upwards until his entire face was completely red, and Zhou Ping's brain went blank.
"Why aren't you eating? And you dropped your phone?" Uncle looked suspiciously at Zhou Ping, who was sitting like a boiled shrimp, and bent down to pick up his phone for him.
Zhou Ping quickly picked up his old-fashioned feature phone, pressed the power button to turn it off, and put it in his pocket.
"It's nothing..." Zhou Ping shook his head slightly, his eyes darting around. He gulped down the porridge he hadn't finished, cleaned up the dishes, and quickly walked towards the kitchen.
Thud—
Zhou Ping closed the kitchen door and locked it from the inside.
Uncle San held his bowl, glanced at the barely touched food on his plate, and hesitated, "What's wrong with this kid today? He's so impulsive..."
Zhou Ping, who had hidden in the kitchen, took out his phone and read the messages over and over again.
"Did you send it to the wrong person...?"
Shang Yan, what did he mean by that?
Why would you suddenly say something like that? Are you still not fully recovered from your illness?
But I've never heard of a mentally ill person with cognitive confusion sending such... messages to others.
Or is it... Shang Yan's feelings for him...?
impossible!
Zhou Ping slapped his face hard, turned on the tap to rinse his flushed cheeks, and decided to stop thinking about it.
He heard the sound of running water, washed the dishes and chopsticks he had used, and then pushed open the door and went out.
"Have you finished eating?" Third Uncle stood outside the door with his bowl and chopsticks, looking at Zhou Ping suspiciously.
"Hmm..." Zhou Ping nodded, the blush on his face still lingering.
"The restaurant will open soon. After you've finished eating, go and prepare the rest." Third Uncle withdrew his gaze and took the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen.
"Oh," Zhou Ping replied and walked downstairs.
In the afternoon, after serving the guests, Zhou Ping, who was standing ramrod straight, would occasionally glance towards the door.
Zhou Ping glanced at the clock on the wall. It was two o'clock in the afternoon. Shang Yan should be here soon, right?
The restaurant was doing very well, especially in the afternoon when there were many people coming to eat. Zhou Ping was so busy that he barely had time to breathe. After a moment of distraction, he turned around and went back to the kitchen to get more food.
"Hey, I heard that several people have mysteriously disappeared around here recently..."
"Is that so? I haven't heard anything about it. You must be making this up."
"..."
"Your dishes," Zhou Ping said, lowering his eyes as he placed the dishes from the tray on the table.
"Thank you!" said two middle-aged men sitting at the table, thanking Zhou Ping as the dishes were served.
Taking advantage of the lull, Zhou Ping glanced at the door again, but didn't see any familiar figures. He then turned and walked towards the kitchen.
"Wait a minute—", Shang Yan shouted loudly after seeing Zhou Ping's back as he ran to the restaurant entrance.
"Host, did you forget to take your medicine today?" 019 suddenly asked, because Shang Yan's current state was far from normal.
It was Shang Yan. Zhou Ping turned around almost immediately, but before he could even take a big step over, Shang Yan pounced on him.
"You...you are my long-lost wife?" Shang Yan wrapped his arms around the lean waist of the person in front of him, his voice trembling slightly.
019, [It’s over...]
Zhou Ping looked at Shang Yan, who had thrown himself into his arms, and a blush crept onto his face once more. His face turned bright red as he explained, "I'm not, we are..."
"What? We've already bowed to heaven and earth, you're not my wife? Could it be...?" Shang Yan's memory was a bit confused. He remembered that the person in front of him had bowed to heaven and earth with him, but he had forgotten the specifics.
But isn't that something only married couples can do?
Shang Yan looked up at Zhou Ping, who was a head taller than him. Zhou Ping's face was flushed red, and his gaze was somewhat evasive.
Shang Yan looked down at himself again.
The difference in height and build between the two was obvious, and Shang Yan's pupils trembled again.
"Could it be that you are...you are...?"
"Hmm." It seems Shang Yan suddenly fell ill. Fortunately, he remembered. Zhou Ping breathed a sigh of relief.
Shang Yan stammered, "You're my...husband?"
He originally thought he had found a wife who was taller than him, but now he sees... she actually married a man?
Shang Yan began to doubt the authenticity of his memories.
"…!" Zhou Ping's brain truly went blank this time. Noticing the gazes of those around him, he shook his head repeatedly, "No, we're brothers…"
"Are you kidding me?" Shang Yan's voice was clear and bright. He was thinking very clearly now. "Although I can't accept that I am that kind of person yet, it's wrong of you to deny me. We've already gone through the wedding ceremony!"
Zhou Ping:...! ?
"No, we are brothers, the matter of the wedding ceremony was clearly..." He knew Shang Yan was sick again, and he explained dryly.
"What kind of brothers bow to heaven and earth!" Shang Yan was about to cry. He had already bowed to heaven and earth, and his precious innocence might have been lost long ago.
"Don't cry, it's not what you think..." Zhou Ping was at a loss when he saw Shang Yan about to cry. He quickly grabbed a napkin from the table next to him to wipe Shang Yan's tears.
"Hey, it looks like they really are a couple..."
"Look at that shorter one, she's even calling him 'husband,' how could it be fake?"
"Could it be that they're trying to shirk responsibility and got caught?"
"I've only ever heard of women looking for men before, this is the first time I've ever heard of a man looking for a man..."
Every word of the surrounding chatter reached Zhou Ping's ears. He frantically wiped away Shang Yan's tears, wishing he could take Shang Yan and crawl into a hole in the ground with her.
Just as Zhou Ping's head was about to touch the ground, and Shang Yan held him tightly around the waist, the stalemate was finally broken.
Shang Qingqian rushed over.
"Shang Yan, why are you running so fast!" As soon as she came in, she saw Zhou Ping, who was at a loss and blushing, and Shang Yan, who was saying things like "You don't want to take responsibility."
Shang Qingqian's heart skipped a beat. Had she relapsed again?
...
After understanding the whole story.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my brother has a mental disability!" Shang Qingqian practically bowed her head to the ground.
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