"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Shang Yan didn't do it on purpose, Zhou Ping, don't hold it against him. He hasn't taken his medicine today," Shang Qingqian said apologetically to Zhou Ping.
Shang Yan, who had been forcibly pulled to her side, was timid and dared not raise his head.
Third Uncle glanced at Zhou Ping, who had his head down and a flushed face, and then at Shang Yan, who was timid and dared not speak.
"Oh, it's alright. Let the child out next time after he takes his medicine." After all, you really can't argue with a fool. Third Uncle sighed and waved his hand.
"Shang Yan is here to see Zhou Ping today, right?"
"You two can have a chat?"
Shang Qingqian smiled and pushed Shang Yan forward. "I'll go back to get the medicine. Zhou Ping, I'll have to trouble you to look after him."
Please don't say anything that makes people want to crawl into a hole.
Zhou Ping helped Shang Yan, who was being pushed towards him, and said, "I will keep an eye on him."
"Okay, I'll go back first and be right back!" Shang Qingqian waved to the three of them and walked out the door.
"Keep an eye on this kid, I'm going to get busy now." More customers arrived at the restaurant, and Uncle San called out to Zhou Ping before turning and leaving.
“Okay,” Zhou Ping replied.
"Sit down first?" he said, turning to Shang Yan. "I'll go get the dishes. Wait a moment."
Shang Yan sat down as instructed. He was quite obedient this time and didn't say anything more.
019 found it hilarious: "Do you still consider her your wife?"
"Is it really not?" Shang Yan asked, twisting her fingers with her head down. "Is it really... my husband?"
019, [...]
It seems she hasn't recovered yet. Suddenly, 019 felt playful and wanted to tease Shangyan.
[You spoke too loudly just now, your husband doesn't want you anymore!]
Shang Yan: !
Zhou Ping went into the kitchen and brought out the dishes, a total of eight plates. After placing them steadily on the table, he sat down opposite Shang Yan.
"I said I'd cook eight dishes for you, and if you can't finish them, I'll pack them up for you." Zhou Ping's reaction was very calm, as if nothing had happened.
He even started describing the dishes he had made to Shang Yan.
"Tomato and egg stir-fry, that's easy to make."
"Candied sweet potatoes are hard to make," he said, placing a slightly burnt piece of sweet potato into Shang Yan's bowl.
"Um...do you not like me?" Shang Yan looked up at him and said uncertainly, "You don't even want to sit next to me."
Zhou Ping paused in his chopsticks, and when he met Shang Yan's clear, unfathomable eyes, he looked away uncomfortably.
Fearing that Shang Yan might overthink things, he quickly replied, "No."
Shang Yan's clear, bright eyes lit up. He got up, walked to Zhou Ping's side, and sat down next to him in one smooth motion.
"Did you make all of this?" He picked up a piece with his chopsticks and wanted to taste it. Zhou Ping made home-style dishes, which tasted very good.
"Hmm." Zhou Ping picked up his chopsticks and was about to put another piece of meat into Shang Yan's bowl.
"Delicious," Shang Yan praised, then picked up a piece of candied sweet potato and held it to Zhou Ping's lips. "You should eat too, it's hard work cooking."
A sweet potato coated in sugar was brought to Zhou Ping's lips. He gently opened his mouth, took a bite, and ate it. "Thank you."
The sugar was very sweet, and the fried sweet potatoes, golden brown and crispy, had a smooth and creamy texture.
After finishing this one, Zhou Ping didn't touch his chopsticks again. He just lowered his eyes slightly and occasionally glanced at Shang Yan, who was engrossed in eating. Seeing that Shang Yan was eating with great relish, a pleasant smile appeared on his lips.
After taking a bite of meat, Shang Yan glanced to the side and made eye contact with Zhou Ping, who was secretly watching him.
The two of them were stunned.
Knock knock—
Knock knock—
Knock knock—
Shang Yan quickly looked away, put down his chopsticks, and covered his chest with his hand.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Ping asked with concern when he saw him clutching his chest.
Everything was fine just now, wasn't it?
"I...I think I'm sick," Shang Yan said, clutching his chest and frowning.
Zhou Ping looked at him anxiously and placed his hand on Shang Yan's hand that was clutching his chest. "Where does it hurt?"
"It's not that it hurts, it's that my heart is about to jump out of my chest when I see you, and I have to put it back in," Shang Yan said earnestly, placing Zhou Ping's hand on his chest. "Feel it."
"Is it jumping very high?"
The fabric beneath his hands felt warm to the touch. The boy's eyes were clear yet somewhat bewildered. The other boy, equally bewildered, could only feel the heart pounding in his hand.
He heard his own heartbeat. Perhaps he was infected. Zhou Ping reached out and touched his chest, trying to stop the heart that was beating even more violently.
Realizing he had done something foolish, Zhou Ping silently withdrew his hand.
"It won't jump like that in a little while," he explained to the somewhat panicked Shang Yan.
"Oh..." Shang Yan's expression turned serious. "I just remembered something. I came to see you today because I have something to give you."
"Huh?" Zhou Ping was somewhat surprised, thinking that Shang Yan had forgotten to mention the surprise he was going to give him.
Unexpectedly, even when Shang Yan was suffering from memory loss and had an attack, he still remembered this incident...
He's truly a person with a strong will despite his physical disability.
"Ta-da!" Shang Yan took a white box out of his backpack and handed it to Zhou Ping. "This is for you!"
Upon opening the box and finding a smartphone inside, Zhou Ping silently closed the box again and pushed it in front of Shang Yan.
"It must be very expensive, you should return it..." This was the first time he had received a gift, and such an expensive one at that. He would have to work for many days, no, two months, to afford this phone.
Shang Yan tilted his head in confusion, then secretly shifted his position and squeezed next to Zhou Ping.
"Lower your head, old... old..." He was still too embarrassed to say that title, so he immediately changed it to "baby".
Zhou Ping's face, which had not yet faded from redness, was painted with color again, making him look completely ripe.
However, he still listened to Shang Yan's words and leaned slightly towards Shang Yan.
Looking at Zhou Ping's profile, Shang Yan mustered up his courage and kissed him. The warm touch made them both freeze at the same time.
Shang Yan quickly turned his head away, feeling awkward, and said with a blush on his face, "Giving a gift seems to require kissing the baby."
Zhou Ping:!
"Don't you like me? You won't even accept my gift..."
"This phone isn't the best in that mall, but I'll try my best and buy it for you next time," Shang Yan said, looking at Zhou Ping expectantly.
If he accepts the gift, he would be unworthy of such a wonderful present; if he refuses, the person in front of him seems about to cry.
For the first time, Zhou Ping felt that he was caught in a dilemma.
After struggling internally for a long time, Zhou Ping picked up a napkin and wiped away the tears from Shang Yan's eyes, then carefully wiped away the grains of rice stuck to the corners of his mouth. "Thank you."
Shang Yan continued to stare at him intently, showing no intention of looking away.
Can you kiss me?
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