When Lin Qiye returned, he saw the shiny, reflective floor.
Even though it was two people working, by the time he returned, Shang Yan and Zhou Ping had already polished and waxed the floor. At that moment, Shang Yan was sitting on a small stool, while Zhou Ping was sitting cross-legged on the floor.
Shang Yan was using a blue hairband to braid Zhou Ping's hair.
It is truly a picture of peaceful and serene times.
Feeling that he was disturbing Shang Yan and the others, Lin Qiye stood at the warehouse door, unsure whether he should come in.
When Jialan, who was following behind him, saw Shangyan braiding Zhou Ping's hair with a hairband, his gaze froze.
"They have such a good relationship..." They look so loving.
Noticing the two people standing outside the warehouse, Shang Yan tied a bow at the end of Zhou Ping's black hair and looked up, "Qi Ye, why don't you come in?"
Hearing Shang Yan call his name, Lin Qiye hurriedly stepped inside, but the waxed floor was too slippery, and he was walking rather quickly...
Lin Qiye slipped and fell backward, and Jialan quickly stepped forward to support him.
"Thank you," Lin Qiye quickly stood up and thanked Jialan.
After giving a soft "hmm," Jialan followed Lin Qiye into the warehouse.
Seeing that Lin Qiye and Cao Yuan had returned one after another, Zhou Ping got up and walked towards the kitchen. "I'll go cook."
He and Lin Qiye were the only two people present who could cook; the others' culinary skills were...
Seeing this, Lin Qiye followed Zhou Ping into the kitchen. "Brother Zhou Ping, let me help you."
Shang Yan moved a small stool and handed it to Jia Lan, "Want to sit down together?"
Jialan nodded and then sat down next to Shangyan.
Seeing Jialan staring blankly in the direction of the kitchen, Shangyan spoke up, "You like him?"
His opening remarks were always a bombshell.
Jialan's face instantly turned bright red, and he could barely speak.
"No... no... how did you know?" She glanced around in a panic and saw that Cao Yuan and Baili Tuming were still playing tic-tac-toe, and the door to An Qingyu's laboratory was tightly closed. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is it really that obvious...?" she said, head down, looking somewhat flustered.
It seems that everyone lowers their heads when faced with Shang Yan's bluntness.
"It's obvious. You usually see Qiye a lot during the day, and you were very concerned when Qiye talked about lovesickness." Her face darkened instantly.
Shang Yan tilted his head slightly. He was just a bit abstract, not a real idiot.
Such an obvious thing, only Nana could not see it, right?
Jialan remained silent, her eyes lowered, lost in thought.
After a while, she reached out and tugged at Shang Yan's sleeve.
"Senior Shangyan, I have some emotional issues I'd like to ask you..." Jialan felt that someone as experienced as Shangyan might be able to offer her some substantial help.
Lin Qiye, who was carrying dishes and about to come out of the kitchen, happened to hear what Jialan said, and his brain went blank for a moment.
"Why aren't you going out yet?" Zhou Ping stood behind Lin Qiye, holding a bowl of vegetable porridge.
After regaining his senses, Lin Qiye hurriedly walked outside and called out to Jialan and Shangyan, "It's time to eat."
Zhou Ping went to call Baili Tuming and Cao Yuan. As for An Qingyu, Zhou Ping dragged him out of the laboratory. He was so engrossed in the dissection that it was no use calling him. Zhou Ping had no choice but to drag him out.
"Then let's find a secluded place to discuss this after we finish eating," Shang Yan said, getting up and placing the small stool against the wall. "Just call me brother, like Qi Ye does."
Jialan nodded solemnly. When she heard Shangyan tell her to address him the same way Qiye did, she couldn't help but fidget with her fingers and called out crisply, "Brother Shangyan."
"Okay!" Shang Yan pulled Jia Lan's hand and walked towards the dining table.
Zhou Ping, who was serving vegetable porridge, saw that the two of them had become so familiar with each other in such a short time that they were holding hands while eating, and his hand holding the bowl trembled slightly.
After the meal, Shang Yan got up and walked to Jia Lan's side. "Come on, let's discuss this."
"What are you going to discuss?" Zhou Ping asked, taking the bowl and chopsticks that Shang Yan had finished eating from and then the bowl and chopsticks that Jia Lan had used, which Shang Yan handed him.
Just as Shang Yan was about to walk outside with Jia Lan, he heard Zhou Ping's question and turned around, saying seriously, "We need to discuss emotional issues!"
Zhou Ping was stunned. "Emotions?"
Emotional issues?
There's no problem between Shangyan and him; the one with the emotional issues is Jialan.
What did Jialan want the monk to say?
Zhou Ping stopped Lin Qiye, who was carrying bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen, and handed the bowls and chopsticks he had prepared to Lin Qiye.
"I have something to do." Zhou Ping stood there looking at Lin Qiye. "Can you..."
Lin Qiye felt uneasy under his gaze and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I can, Brother Zhou Ping, you can go ahead and get busy."
"Thank you," Zhou Ping said politely, then turned and ran out, running very fast.
Anyone who didn't know better would think he had lost his wife.
Holding his bowl and chopsticks, Lin Qiye was itching to know what Jialan and Shangyan would say. He was sure Jialan wouldn't have any lovesick friends like him.
What exactly will Jialan ask Shangyan...?
After careful consideration, Lin Qiye placed the bowl and chopsticks in the hands of Baili Tuming, who had just finished washing his own bowl and came out of the kitchen.
"Fatty, I have to go out for a bit. Could you wash the dishes for me?" Lin Qiye pleaded before adding, "I'll make you an extra chicken leg tomorrow."
Looking at the stack of bowls and chopsticks in his hand, Baili Tuming smiled happily when he heard that there would be two chicken legs for him tomorrow. "Brother Qiye, leave this to me!"
"Go in peace!"
After he finished speaking, Lin Qiye, who had been standing in the same spot, had disappeared.
In a small grove of trees outside the warehouse.
Shang Yan is having a secret conversation with Jia Lan.
"Brother Shangyan, how did you and Senior Sword Saint get together...?" Jialan asked, blushing.
This question stumped Shang Yan. He scratched his head and said, "He and I used to be good brothers, but I don't know how things turned out this way."
"But I called him 'wife' first," Shang Yan said, then launched into a long explanation, "Why don't you try it? If you're going to confess your love, just say it out loud?"
Jialan's face turned bright red. "No... I... I can't do it!"
"How about... we just do it without saying anything?" Shang Yan thought for a while before coming up with a safe solution.
This is the first time in all these years that he has been this reliable and serious.
"I hugged Zhou Ping first, so I could hug him every day after that," Shang Yan thought hard, then boldly said, "Why don't you kiss him first?"
Garan: !
Zhou Ping, hiding in the shadows: ...
Who are they kissing? Who are they talking about?
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