When Shang Yan thought he was cold and was about to unbutton his shirt, Zhou Ping immediately grabbed his hand.
"I'm not cold," he said, he just wanted to ask Shang Yan if he was cold.
Shang Yan blinked upon hearing this. "Oh, if you're cold, just say so, and I'll take it off for you."
These words were spoken with exceptional composure and naturalness. When Zhou Ping noticed Lu Yu's gaze upon him, he lowered his head even further.
Lu Yu: The two seniors are truly of unbreakable bond. They are even willing to take off their clothes to keep each other warm when they only have one piece of clothing on them!
I was moved.
"Brother, are you also a night watchman?" the little girl asked Shang Yan, who was sitting on the bench, with curiosity.
Shang Yan nodded. "Yes, yes."
He reached out and picked up the little girl, letting her sit on his lap.
"What about the older brother next to him?" the little girl asked, turning her gaze to Zhou Ping, who was standing to the side.
Zhou Ping was very tall. He wore a black shirt and black trousers, and carried a sword case on his back.
Although he doesn't talk much, just his presence alone makes people feel exceptionally at ease.
Seeing that the children were looking at him, Zhou Ping smiled and said, "Mm."
"He's a sword saint, incredibly powerful!" Shang Yan puffed out his chest, looking proud, when he mentioned Zhou Ping.
"Wow—how did you become a Sword Saint, brother? Are Sword Saints very powerful? I want to be a Sword Saint when I grow up," the boy next to him asked, pulling on Zhou Ping's hand that was hanging by his side.
Zhou Ping was taken aback when he saw his bright, star-like eyes.
His thoughts drifted back to many, many years ago.
He didn't have a good life before he turned fifteen.
Neither of his parents were responsible. After Zhou Ping was born, they felt he was a burden. Little Zhou often didn't know where his next meal would come from. When he was just a little boy, he learned to cook for himself.
Not tall enough?
Then we'll cook while standing on a stool.
He never complained or resented his parents, even when he was beaten and bruised all over... he would just hide in a dark corner and silently lick his wounds.
A person like him...
A person like him, born in darkness, living in a dark corner, has never felt a single bit of love from his parents.
Only his third uncle would visit him often, pay his tuition, and even confront his parents.
Xiao Zhouping is truly grateful to his third uncle.
But his third uncle couldn't take him away. Little Zhou Ping was sensible early and knew he was a burden, so it was already very good that his third uncle could come to see him.
Born with a pure and innocent heart, he will never harbor malice, only eternal sincerity.
As a child, Zhou Ping was innocent and kind. He was deceived, slandered, pranked, taken advantage of, asked for money, and had rumors spread about him. Almost every unpleasant and terrible thing happened to him.
He would feel sad, he would not understand, and he would sometimes hug himself and hide in a corner where no one was around to cry.
But he doesn't resent or hate others.
He did not despair of the world.
The world is beautiful... but that beauty doesn't reach him, who is curled up in a dark corner.
Xiao Zhouping has experienced far too much. In order to protect himself, he can only close himself off emotionally.
When... exactly when will he be willing to speak to the outside world?
It seems to have been in the summer when I was fifteen.
Back then, the Chinese teacher was teaching a class and reciting a poem called "The Road to Shu is Hard".
His deskmate, with whom he had never spoken, was fast asleep.
The teacher found out.
Xiao Zhouping was kind-hearted; he nudged his deskmate with his elbow at the time.
When my drooling deskmate was called to a standstill, he looked completely dumbfounded, and even his frantic flipping through the book was somewhat amusing.
Xiao Zhouping... still helped him.
"My name is Shang Yan, what's yours?"
"..." Zhou Ping murmured his name softly, but it was easily drowned out by the noise in the classroom.
"What? Speak louder, I didn't hear you—"
"Zhou Ping." My deskmate is acting strangely today. Why is he suddenly paying attention to me?
"Oh, so you're going to be my good brother from now on. Shall we have a wedding ceremony?"
"..."
Many, many years later, Zhou Ping still remembers the eyes of the person who had repeatedly said they wanted to marry him.
There was no mockery, no disgust, no contempt in his eyes as he looked at himself…
It's a very normal attitude; looking at him is no different from looking at anyone or anything else.
But... that's enough.
Compared to those malicious looks... this is enough.
This person... looks just like me.
This was Zhou Ping's heartfelt feeling when he first looked at Shang Yan.
But he immediately denied it.
Unlike him, my deskmate Shang Yan is wonderful, a little sun, and all good things happen to him.
Xiao Zhouping was secretly pleased. It was wonderful that someone could be so happy. He was happy for Shang Yan.
Xiao Zhouping never imagined that someone who had just told him they wanted to be friends would stand up for him so righteously just one day later when he was about to be beaten.
This sounds like a hero rescuing a damsel in distress in novels, doesn't it?
The thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before being dismissed by Xiao Zhouping, because he was neither handsome nor good-looking, and Shang Yan didn't look much like the hero described in the novel.
That day, while holding the unconscious Shang Yan, Xiao Zhouping thought about many, many things.
It turns out that there really are people in this world who treat him sincerely, even if they've only known each other for a very short time...
Then came an uncontrollable panic. What to do... He had just met someone who was willing to treat him well, besides his third uncle, and it seemed that this person had gotten into trouble because of him!
Xiao Zhouping never told Shang Yan this.
That night he thought about many, many things and prayed to countless gods and Buddhas in his heart.
He didn't cry; he just thought how wonderful it would be if he were stronger.
That way, he can protect the people who are important to him.
Instead of feeling powerless, lost, and helpless like I am now, just staring blankly in the direction of the hospital, unable to do anything...
How did he become a sword saint?
When reading a novel, immerse yourself in the story, experience the events the protagonist goes through, and learn the sword techniques they use.
Why does he want to become stronger?
His sword...
His sword was for... to protect, to safeguard the precarious land of Great Xia behind him, and to protect the countless lives within it...
In order to... protect his own light.
Shang Yan didn't belong to anyone, but at that moment, he became Zhou Ping's light.
As he regained consciousness, he bent down and gently embraced Shang Yan, who was quietly watching him.
"I think……"
He only uttered two words, and Shang Yan's pupils contracted. He clasped his hands together and took out a green crystal.
A certain constraint on Zhou Ping is being broken.
He's about to transcend the limits of human potential and become a god!
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