Chapter 96 I shouldn't like it, but I do (from Shan Qingshan's perspective)
The day Zhou Chong came to the village, Shan Qingshan saw him from afar, muttering to himself, looking both troubled and happy.
Like a lunatic.
That's strange too.
Although they hadn't actually met, Shan Qingshan remembered Zhou Chong's face very clearly.
Shan Qingshan wasn't sure if he had seen the letter and hesitated, unsure how to express his gratitude for what happened that day. Suddenly, Zhou Chong rushed towards him like a madman and hugged him tightly.
Say, "Hello, congratulations on your marriage."
...
ill.
Zhou Chong realized he had misspoke and his flustered state was somewhat endearing.
“I can explain.”
"From the city?"
"Um."
"From the TV station?"
Zhou Chong retorted, "You don't recognize me?"
Dan Qingshan's heart was pounding, and he held his breath.
Does he remember?
Shan Qingshan continued to probe, "I don't know him."
"Don't pretend."
Shan Qingshan's heart suddenly relaxed.
He remembers.
She countered by asking him, "Why do I know you?"
Shan Qingshan waited for him to say, "We met outside the school in June. I took you to the infirmary. I also saw your letter."
But he said, "My name is Zhou Chong. I'm here to record a variety show. I heard there was a local guy about my age, so I thought I'd come over and say hello."
Shan Qingshan suddenly understood.
He didn't remember, and he hadn't read the letter.
He didn't want to shake the outstretched hand and said coldly, "Shan Qingshan."
Shan Qingshan understood that it was perfectly normal for him to have forgotten, but at that moment, he didn't know where his temper came from, and he didn't want to tell him—
We've met.
But Zhou Chong insisted on staying at his house.
His temper suddenly dissipated. He wasn't very welcoming to others, but if it was Zhou Chong, he would take this opportunity to repay his kindness.
Having witnessed this incident and missed the opportunity to speak up, it seems difficult to speak up again.
For a long time, Shan Qingshan was alone.
At first, he still had expectations of others, but disappointment came day by day. He got used to building a wall of coldness to protect himself and scrutinize those around him. But while protecting himself, he was also trapped inside the wall, licking his wounds alone.
Now there's one more person in the family.
Shan Qingshan didn't know how to repay the kindness or how to treat such a good person.
Shan Qingshan could only try to squeeze his good intentions toward Zhou Chong into the cracks of his life.
Give him more eggs, let him sleep on the inside of the bed, cut some sausage for him, cook some delicious food, try your best to complete the tasks assigned by the production team, exchange for better ingredients, and make his life here as comfortable as possible.
But Zhou Chong was a bit strange.
He treated Zhou Chong well, and Zhou Chong treated him even better, as if they were competing with each other.
Zhou Chong's words always sent a chill down one's spine.
At times like these, Shan Qingshan never dared to look at him.
But she would always find herself secretly glancing at him.
When Zhou Chong asked him if he had a crush on him, Shan Qingshan was really scared. His mind went blank and he blurted out, "I'm not gay." After saying that, he saw Zhou Chong's expression and realized that he had said the wrong thing. He couldn't help but want to coax Zhou Chong and see his face brighten up.
I can never help myself to him.
He couldn't resist secretly recording him sing and playing childish spell games with him. Unfortunately, the spell could only be recited once, and he couldn't remember it. Seeing him appear beside him, standing next to him, Shan Qingshan suddenly had a feeling—
Zhou Chong liked him.
Shan Qingshan looked up the song and saw the lyrics.
I was deeply shocked.
On the day Grandma's surgery was successful, outside the operating room, Zhou Chong leaned in, clearly wanting to kiss her.
He was even more shocked.
So shocked that she forgot to push him away forcefully, she instinctively grabbed his clothes and called out nervously in a low voice, "Zhou Chong."
Zhou Chong turned and left as if waking from a dream.
Dan Qingshan's heartbeat remained sluggish for a long time.
At that time, he wondered if the brotherhood had turned sour?
On the day of the first snow, Shan Qingshan had been waiting for his gift, but it never came. Taking advantage of the first snow and the pretext of returning the money, he gave him a dollar.
He completely took possession of the one that had been taken from him and was now hanging around his neck.
Zhou Chong confessed his feelings to him.
He heard his heart calling out loudly; he was moved.
But reason told Shan Qingshan that he couldn't.
There are too many things that are not allowed between him and Zhou Chong.
Even if Zhou Chong could bear it,
He cannot.
He still owes him money.
He cannot.
He caused Zhou Chong to suffer here, getting frostbite. A young master like Zhou Chong probably had never seen so much junk in his entire life.
He cannot.
He didn't like him that much; what's the big deal about just having a crush on someone once?
He cannot.
He knew he was cold-hearted and flawed, unable to hold a conversation for more than three lines. Who could tolerate a lover like that? How could he possibly know how to love?
He can't!
cannot!
cannot!
cannot!
cannot!
But Zhou Chong was crying.
In that instant, Shan Qingshan finally realized that the rain from Zhou Chong had already soaked him through, drop by drop.
He should have realized it sooner.
This is no bullshit brotherhood.
He likes him.
Before he realized it.
All the differences, concerns, furtive glances, and strange behavior towards Zhou Chong stemmed from liking him.
“In…” Shan Qingshan slowly clenched his fist. “In June, I fainted due to an allergic reaction. It was Zhou Chong who saved me. I have always been grateful to him.”
Jay Chou didn't expect this.
"He doesn't know?"
"His face was very swollen at the time, and it was just a small thing for him to do, so he may have forgotten about it."
“You can tell him, and he will be even happier.”
Shan Qingshan fell silent.
One can already imagine how smug Zhou Chong will be.
It can go to heaven.
Jay Chou changed his mind again, "Let's not talk about it anymore, I can't even stand it anymore."
Jay Chou paused for a moment, then added, "I don't want to drink tonight."
To prevent that brat from using the same trick again.
Jay Chou still has other things to do.
As Shan Qingshan came out of the study and closed the door, someone suddenly jumped out and covered his mouth tightly! They hurriedly dragged him to the next room, slammed the door shut, and pressed him against the door!
The whole process was nothing short of an atrocity!
Dan Qingshan was so frightened that his voice cracked.
Unfortunately, Jay Chou's study was right next door.
He hissed, "Zhou Chong! What are you doing?"
"Finished talking? Shouldn't we talk about our business now? Honey, record this and give me an explanation."
"There's nothing to explain, it's just a recording, let me go!"
open?
impossible.
Even when the recording was exposed, Zhou Chong was still able to speak properly.
After being called away by Jay Chou and kept in suspense for so long, all sorts of possibilities had run through his mind eight hundred times. It was already a miracle that he could utter the first sentence properly.
If you don't get an answer today, Shan Qingshan won't be leaving this room!
"When was it recorded? How many times did you listen to it? Did you use it for anything shady? Did you already like me when you recorded it?"
The aggressive aura emanating from Zhou Chong made Shan Qingshan a little afraid.
His persistent questioning made Shan Qingshan extremely embarrassed.
Zhou Chong: "If you don't tell me, I'll just accept my own answer."
"Don't do anything reckless!"
Zhou Chong suddenly grabbed his wrists, pulled both hands down, pressed them above his head, stepped forward, and pulled him into his arms, pinning him against the door.
"That's what you call reckless."
After saying that, she lowered her head and covered his mouth completely!
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