"What are you saying?" Shang Yan frowned and retorted, "What's wrong with me adding a nickname to my own baby?"
019, […No, is he?]
"How can he not be?" Shang Yan retorted loudly, his voice so loud that it attracted Shang Qingqian's attention.
Shang Qingqian walked over with a tray and saw Shang Yan sitting in front of the glass cabinet holding his phone. She looked a little nervous.
"What's wrong, Xiaoyan?" Oh, right, did Shangyan take his medicine today?
She leaned closer and inadvertently caught sight of Shang Yan's phone on the table.
Once you look at it, you can't look away.
Looking at the note "Baby" on it, Shang Qingqian almost threw the tray out of her hand.
Shang Yan quickly covered his phone with his hand, "Sis, why are you looking at my phone... I'm fine!"
His evasive manner made Shang Qingqian's heart skip a beat.
When did my brother start dating? He's been staying at Sunshine Mental Hospital, so how did he start dating?
Did you talk to the other patients inside?
That's not right either.
"Who is this?" Shang Qingqian asked curiously, smiling as she leaned closer, subtly probing, "When did our Xiaoyan make a new friend? Is it an old classmate?"
"Which girl is it?" Shang Qingqian was genuinely puzzled now. "Could it be Xiaoxiao from next door?"
Shang Yan was taken aback upon hearing this, then quickly shook his head, "It's not her!"
"Sister, don't talk nonsense, my baby is... is a boy." Shang Yan's ears turned red and her face flushed when she talked about it.
Shang Qingqian was struck dumb by Shang Yan's words.
"Wait, you mean... you have a boyfriend?" Shang Qingqian's eyes widened.
When did my brother become gay?
Shang Yan said happily, "Yes, he's great! Sis, you've even met him!"
Shang Qingqian:...
"Who?!" A guess formed in her mind. It was a boy; she'd seen him before. Shang Yan only had one friend over the years...
Shang Qingqian took a deep breath, reached out and snatched Shang Yan's phone, quickly tapped the little green message icon, and opened the "Baby" section of the chat window.
As expected, Zhou Ping's name appeared.
"You two are really... together?" Shang Qingqian reached up to rub her forehead, feeling a buzzing pain in her head. Without her noticing, her mentally ill younger brother had become gay and found a boyfriend.
How am I going to explain this to my parents?
Actually, it's fine not to explain. After all, Shang Yan is like this; he's mentally ill. It doesn't seem so unacceptable for him to have a boyfriend.
at least……
After spending two hours mentally preparing herself, Shang Qingqian accepted it.
Two hours later, when the clock struck five, Shang Yan suddenly woke up.
Looking at the prominent word "baby" on his phone, Shang Yan fell silent and reached out to change it.
"Xiao Yan, I'll take you there after get off work later." Shang Qingqian, who had just put down the baking tray, hesitated before speaking, her gaze frequently drifting towards Shang Yan's phone.
“Sister, talk to… Zhou Ping.”
"Sister, there's something I'm not sure if I should say," Shang Yan said, wiping his face as he regained his senses. "What I just said was all a lie, did you believe me?"
Shang Qingqian:...
"I'm not someone who can't let things go. Actually, I've come to terms with it. Given your situation, I can understand if you want to find a boyfriend."
"As long as you're happy and doing well, that's all that matters."
Okay, this is really hard to explain now.
It's a little past five in the afternoon, and the number of customers is gradually decreasing. Shang Qingqian is also starting to pack up her things and prepare the ingredients for baking bread tomorrow morning.
With Shang Yan's help, these things were packed up quickly.
By 6:30, the sun was almost setting. Shang Qingqian told Shang Yan to get the lock. There weren't many customers left, so they planned to go home early today.
Xijin City, a city that is neither too big nor too small, is like other cities in the province and doesn't have a "nightlife".
Often, by 8:30 p.m., or perhaps a little later, around 9 p.m., the streets become almost deserted.
Therefore, Shang Qingqian's shop doesn't have very long opening hours; it usually closes at 7 p.m.
There are still about 10 minutes until 7 p.m., so I'm getting home early today.
After all, she used to be the only one working in the store.
After locking the shop door, Shang Qingqian called out to Shang Yan, "Let's go, I'll take you to the local restaurant first."
"Okay, sister." Shang Yan was carrying two large bags of packaged bread. He remembered telling Zhou Ping that he would bring some for him to try.
Shang Qingqian also took a few bags of bread. "Remember to give these to Zhou Ping. You always eat at his house. Next time you go, bring some of the freshly baked bread from the shop, okay?"
"Understood, sister." Shang Yan understood; it was only polite to return the favor.
The two walked towards the local-style restaurant, which was some distance from Xijin No. 1 Middle School. It took Shang Qingqian and Shang Yan ten minutes by bus to get there.
When they arrived at the entrance of the rustic restaurant, Zhou Ping, who had been waiting there, saw the two of them carrying large and small bags and hurried over.
Shang Yan wasn't going to stand on ceremony with Zhou Ping. He held up the bag in his hand and said, "I've been carrying this all the way, Zhou Ping, can you help me with this?"
"Hmm." Zhou Ping took the bag from his hand and looked at Shang Qingqian, extending his hand.
Shang Qingqian was taken aback. Before she could react, Shang Yan snatched the bag from her hand and handed it to Zhou Ping.
"Sister, you don't need to be so polite with him," Shang Yan said with a smile, revealing a set of bright white teeth.
Zhou Ping silently took the bag, opened the door, and led the two people into the rustic restaurant. He opened his mouth, "From now on... you don't need to bring anything."
The third uncle, who was sitting in his chair reading a book, looked up and saw Zhou Ping coming over with large and small bags. He put down his book and walked over.
A smile appeared in his eyes, but he scolded, "Why did you bring things with you? You can't bring them anymore."
Shang Qing smiled and patted the tuft of hair on Shang Yan's head. "Third Uncle, Xiao Yan often insists on coming here, which has probably caused you a lot of trouble. Please accept this."
"This kid's been pretty well-behaved, hasn't caused any trouble, sigh..." Uncle San then asked, "Is he fully recovered yet?"
He also knew about Shang Yan hugging Zhou Ping and calling her "wife" at the rustic restaurant yesterday; it seems he's quite ill...
Shang Qingqian's face flushed upon hearing this. "I'm so sorry, Zhou Ping will probably have to look after Xiaoyan more in the future..."
"Oh, it's nothing. They have such a good relationship, it's only right that they do this!" Uncle San patted Zhou Ping on the shoulder as he said this.
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