Ding-dong—
Don't treat me like a human being: You're great, stop constantly negating yourself.
Zhou Ping's eyes flickered slightly after seeing the message.
His heartbeat suspiciously stopped for a moment.
Shang Yan must have said such a thing because of cognitive and memory confusion. How could he be... fine?
After shaking his head and denying the matter, Zhou Ping opened the Baidu Tieba forum in his browser and posted a question thread.
Was it a joke that my best friend said he liked me when he was sick?
Almost immediately after I posted it, someone replied.
Cold-hearted 19: Curious, what illness does he have?
Ordinary: Mental illness can sometimes cause cognitive and memory disturbances.
Cold-hearted 19: Needless to say, even if he's mentally deranged, he'd still confess to you. He definitely likes you!
Ordinary: ...
Lonely Little Frog: @Cold and Ruthless19, don't talk nonsense. The poster said that the patient has cognitive memory confusion. Maybe he mistook the poster for someone he likes?
Lonely Little Frog: A reasonable analysis suggests that he probably just said those things because he wasn't thinking clearly. Don't take it seriously, just treat it as a joke.
Excited Horse: I have a question, OP, did your friend only say this to you once?
Plain and ordinary: @ExcitedHorse, no, I've been saying it every day lately.
Cunning: Now I'm not sleepy anymore. He definitely likes you. I agree with the first floor's opinion.
Cunning: Even if one's cognitive memory is confused, it's impossible for them to do it on their own every day.
Excited Horseman: I won't say anything else, but OP, watch your backside.
Ordinary: ...
Zhou Ping turned off his phone, got up, and went to the kitchen to start washing the dishes.
He had to keep himself busy, otherwise he would take Shang Yan's words seriously.
At 7 p.m., Zhou Ping, who was in his room on the second floor, couldn't resist taking out his phone to check it.
I posted another thread.
Uses of xxxx ointment (with pictures)
Excited Horseman: Poster, you were taken advantage of by your brother in just a few hours? That's too fast!
Ordinary: What is this for? It's not mine, it's his.
Excited Horseman: Hoo hoo hoo, I get it! He gave you this to hint at something!
Nothing special: ?
Confused Patrick: Think about it, that medicine is for treating xxx. Basically, it's because you two did bad things together that xxx happened. What does it mean that he gave you the medicine?
Plain and ordinary: ...He's injured?
Excited Horse: I can't sleep! He wants you to do something bad with him!
Cunning: When will you do it? I'd like to see.
The lonely little frog: ...I want to see it too.
Ordinary: What bad thing happened?
Zhou Ping frowned slightly. He couldn't quite understand what these people were saying.
Cunning and scheming: do love.
Ordinary: ...?!
His hand holding the ointment clenched tightly; his mind went completely blank.
After glancing at the ointment again and checking its effects online, Zhou Ping quickly stuffed it into the bottom of his cabinet.
Wait a minute, when Shang Yan comes, give this back to him... By the way, they can't...
"Zhou Ping, Third Uncle, I'm here!" A sound came from downstairs, and you could tell who it was just by hearing the clear voice.
Zhou Ping glanced at the cabinet where the medicine was kept, hesitated for a moment but still didn't take the medicine out. He planned to talk to Shang Yan about it later.
Thump thump thump—
Shang Yan quickly walked up the stairs to Zhou Ping's door. He pushed the door open and looked at Zhou Ping, who was getting up to go downstairs.
"Zhou Ping, what are you doing?"
“…You’re here.” Since Shang Yan had come up directly, he would return the ointment to him now. Zhou Ping bent down to take the bottle of ointment and handed it to Shang Yan. “Here you go.”
Shang Yan took it naturally and said, "Okay."
His movements were so clean and efficient, and there was no ulterior motive in his eyes.
It's as if they have no idea how effective the ointment is.
Zhou Ping stared at Shang Yan with his dark eyes for a long time, only looking away when Shang Yan looked at him with some confusion.
Shang Yan... probably doesn't know.
"Why aren't you replying to my messages?" Shang Yan asked, somewhat annoyed. "I've been sending you messages all afternoon."
"Washing dishes..." Zhou Ping explained, his head bowed. He didn't dare to look at the messages Shang Yan had sent him.
What should I say? Shall we go out and kiss? Where?
Something seems off.
Furthermore, ever since Zhou Ping posted two questions and read the answers, he has no idea how to face Shang Yan.
"Oh...you're so busy today," Shang Yan said, and stopped asking after hearing Zhou Ping's explanation.
He glanced down at the ointment in his hand, somewhat puzzled. "This doesn't look like the kind of medicine that treats my cognitive confusion..."
Somewhat puzzled, Shang Yan opened the box, squeezed a tiny bit onto his hand, and became even more confused. "It's quite refreshing, icy and cool..."
"It's hot today, this will definitely work well on mosquito bites," Shang Yan thought, instantly finding the purpose of the ointment.
Zhou Ping grabbed his hand and stammered, "No... that's not how you use it."
"You... never mind, just leave this with me. It wouldn't be good if you took it home and someone saw it." After hesitating for a long time, Zhou Ping decided to leave the ointment with him for Shang Yan's sake.
"Huh? Do you want to use it?" Shang Yan asked, somewhat puzzled, but he still handed the ointment to Zhou Ping.
His good friend has already asked, how could he possibly refuse!
"..." Zhou Ping glanced at Shang Yan, said nothing more, and put the ointment back at the bottom of the cabinet.
The two of them went downstairs one after the other.
Just then, Third Uncle brought out the stir-fried dishes and placed them on the table. Seeing Shang Yan and the others come down, he called out, "Come and eat! I made braised pork today!"
"Great!" Shang Yan, who was already starving, rushed out. After washing his hands, he sat quietly at the table to prepare for dinner.
After the group finished eating, Shang Yan helped Zhou Ping wash the dishes and bowls as usual. There were fewer dishes to wash today than yesterday, probably because Zhou Ping had already washed a lot.
After tidying up, Zhou Ping took Shang Yan home. Shang Yan did not stay overnight at Zhou Ping's house today.
Another ten days or so of this uneventful life passed before Shang Yan and Zhou Ping started school.
After having breakfast, Shang Yan put on the school uniform jacket that was placed aside. When he didn't speak, he was a clean-cut and energetic young man.
It makes people feel good at first glance.
"When you get to school, go find Ms. Xia; she's your homeroom teacher. If you're not familiar with the school, go find Zhou Ping; he's in Class 6 of the third year of high school. If you've been bullied, come back to your mom and dad..."
Three years later, when she sent her youngest son to school again, Shen Yu's eyes were a little red.
Shang Yan nodded from time to time, listening to his mother's instructions. When it was almost time, he hurriedly picked up his schoolbag.
"Mom, don't worry, I'll definitely be fine!"
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