Shang Yan was taken aback at first, then stepped forward and hugged him, burying her head in his warm embrace. "Okay."
He snuggled closer to Zhou Ping, only feeling at ease after inhaling his scent.
"Do you want to go to bed early tonight?" Zhou Ping hugged him tightly. He looked at the sky outside the window; it was only about seven or eight o'clock in the evening.
According to Shang Yan's usual routine, he definitely wouldn't be sleeping; he was just asking.
Shang Yan shook his head and took his phone out of his pocket.
"I don't want to sleep yet, let me play for a while before I go to sleep."
...
After training Lin Qiye and the others for several days, one morning, Lin Qiye watched Shang Yan and Zhou Ping at the dining table for a long time.
Their gazes shifted back and forth between the two of them.
Shang Yan looked at the extra chicken leg in his bowl, then looked up at Lin Qiye, who had dark circles under his eyes.
"Qi Ye, have you been too tired lately?" After asking this question, his focus shifted to Lin Qi Ye.
The dark circles under Lin Qiye's eyes gradually faded.
"Brother Shangyan, I have a question about relationships that I want to ask you and Senior Sword Saint," Lin Qiye said, staring intently at Shangyan.
Shang Yan and Zhou Ping exchanged a glance.
The two of them put down their chopsticks at the same time and sat down at the table somewhat awkwardly. Zhou Ping lowered his head and his face was a little red, while Shang Yan stared at the chicken leg in his bowl for a long time.
"Go ahead and ask." Who would have thought Qi Ye would encounter relationship problems?
Shang Yan glanced at Jia Lan, who had also put down his chopsticks, without making a sound.
Cao Yuan, who was still eating voraciously, choked after hearing Lin Qiye's words. He coughed for a long time, his face turning red.
Baili Tuming: Wow...
An Qingyu didn't touch her chopsticks, but listened quietly with her ears perked up.
With the familiar opening line, Lin Qiye began, "I have a friend..."
Shang Yan scratched his head, looking at Lin Qiye with a strange expression, but did not interrupt him, gesturing for him to continue.
"He deeply loved someone..."
Zhou Ping slowly placed his hand, which was under the table, over Shang Yan's hand, who was listening attentively to Lin Qiye.
"But for some reason, they cannot meet."
Garan's face instantly darkened.
Shang Yan stroked his chin. "That's a real shame. Do you need any help? I can ask Zhou Ping to apply for permission to visit prisoners here... no, I mean, visit relatives?"
That's strange.
He always felt that there was something different about Qiye and Jialan's relationship. Could it be just his imagination?
Zhou Ping is also happy to help his students with their relationship problems.
"It wasn't me, it really was my friend," Lin Qiye quickly denied, realizing Shang Yan might have misunderstood. He even sighed, "He misses his lover terribly and is worried about her safety, which is causing him to sleep poorly and be in very poor mental condition..."
"Looks like he's lovesick," Baili Tuming said, glancing at Lin Qiye. "Brother Qiye, weren't you sporting dark circles under your eyes just now?"
"Uh, I didn't sleep well last night," Lin Qiye replied naturally.
The people present exchanged glances and fell silent.
"Lovesickness... I've never cured this kind of illness. In this situation, it's best to meet in person. Once you see each other, you won't miss each other anymore." Shang Yan considered his own experience and felt that what he said made a lot of sense. After he finished speaking, he patted Zhou Ping's left hand, which was covering his own. "Don't you think so?"
"Yes, this is the best way," Zhou Ping nodded seriously and solemnly.
Every time he left home, he would think of Shangyan. Only when he saw him and was by his side could he stop the endless longing.
“But they can’t meet…” Lin Qiye was getting a headache. Bragi and his wife simply couldn’t meet.
Zhou Ping coughed lightly, "So urgent?"
"It's urgent, extremely urgent!" Lin Qiye said seriously, as this concerned the progress of the treatment.
"How about you use my phone so you can make a call?" Shang Yan took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye was stunned. "I don't need this."
Shang Yan: ?
"You need it, right? A video call is definitely possible," Shang Yan said, pushing it forward again.
Lin Qiye said helplessly, "It really wasn't me, it was just a friend of mine."
Lin Qiye's friends exchanged glances and then nodded repeatedly, "Okay, friends!"
Lin Qiye: ...
"Why don't you write a letter? Zhou Ping can definitely send it out for you," Shang Yan continued, offering her suggestion as he saw that the man wasn't answering his phone.
Hearing Shang Yan say this, Lin Qiye's eyes lit up.
Yes, write a letter...
Seeing that Lin Qiye had instantly found a solution, Shang Yan picked up the chicken leg from the bowl and put it in his mouth.
Seeing that he was eating with relish, Zhou Ping gave Lin Qiye an encouraging look, "Well, you can give me the letter, and I'll deliver it for you."
“…It really wasn’t me.” Lin Qiye sighed, rubbing his forehead.
After finishing his meal, he pulled Zhou Ping aside and asked, "Brother Zhou Ping, could you find me an email address?"
Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Just the email address?"
“One email address is enough,” Lin Qiye replied.
“Okay,” Zhou Ping replied.
While they were reading in the morning, Zhou Ping went out for a while and came back with a rusty red mailbox.
After that, he stayed where he was, holding an A4 sheet of paper and writing something seriously.
Shang Yan leaned closer to take a look. "Why does it feel like the way you wrote mine is different from theirs?"
“Hmm.” Zhou Ping paused for a moment, then reached out to cover most of the writing, emphasizing, “Don’t look at it again.”
Shang Yan looked at him questioningly, "Why are you blocking it? In the end, won't you just let me see it anyway?"
In the afternoon, Lin Qiye and his group went out for practical training.
Shang Yan blinked as he watched Zhou Ping place the paper and pen on the table and then diligently polish and wax the floor.
Why should you wax your floor?
"We'll be doing mental training tomorrow. Don't wax the floor, or they'll get hurt," Zhou Ping said earnestly, raising his head slightly to Shang Yan, who was standing not far away.
After saying "Oh," Shang Yan came running over.
"I want to learn too, I want to play too!" He's never done this before.
"It might be a little tiring..."
"With me here, how can I be tired?" Shang Yan squatted down next to him, and the shiny floor even reflected their shadows.
"Your technique is quite good," he remarked, looking at the gleaming white floor.
Zhou Ping glanced at him for a moment, then turned away.
"Mmm." For some reason, his face turned red.
Aside from causing a bit of trouble at the beginning, Shang Yan quietly worked with Zhou Ping to wax and polish the floor.
How are you going to train them?
"Hmm...we'll find out then. To increase the intensity, we'll need your help."
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