He took out his phone and stepped aside to answer a call.
The parking spaces in the scenic area were incredibly hard to find; Ji Mingqian finally managed to locate a spot after much effort.
When he came to look for his friends, he saw no sign of Li Mochan and the others.
Just as he was about to call Ye Jiuliang, his peripheral vision caught a familiar figure nearby, and he shoved his phone back into his pocket.
After a momentâs hesitation, he walked toward the vendor selling candied hawthorns.
"If youâre not buying anything, please step aside and donât block my business," the middle-aged man selling candied hawthorns said with visible displeasure when he saw Jiang Yisheng standing motionless in front of his stall, his tone grew harsher.
A touch of embarrassment flashed in Jiang Yishengâs eyes. He had only brought his phone; not to mention cash, he hadnât even brought his wallet.
"Who says heâs not buying?" A low and hoarse voice arose from beside him.
Jiang Yisheng turned to look and the handsome profile of the man came into view.
"Give me ten skewers," Ji Mingqian said, pulling out his wallet and taking out two red banknotes.
The middle-aged vendorâs eyes lit up at the sight of money. He gladly accepted the red banknotes from Ji Mingqian, and his face immediately twisted into a sycophantic smile, "Alright."
He took ten skewers of candied hawthorns off the straw target, handing them over to Ji Mingqian with a beaming smile.
"Sir, here are your candied hawthorns."
Ji Mingqian reached out, took them, and turned to leave.
Noticing that the other person wasnât following, he spoke a bit fiercely, "Arenât you coming along? Youâre blocking their business."
Jiang Yisheng started walking behind him, always maintaining a distance of one meter.
Suddenly, the person in front stopped.
Ji Mingqian turned around, glanced at him, and shoved all the candied hawthorns into Jiang Yishengâs hands, "Here, take them."
With both hands filled with candied hawthorns, Jiang Yisheng looked down. His lips curved into a faint smile at the sight of the sugar-coated treats.
The barely noticeable smile didnât escape Ji Mingqianâs attention, and the frown he had been sporting finally relaxed.
He cleared his throat, stubbornly saying, "These things are too sweet. Theyâre yours now, if you want to eat them, eat them; if not, throw them away."
Jiang Yisheng looked up at him, hope glistening in his clear green eyes, his voice soft as jade, "Can we still be friends?"
"What?" Ji Mingqian was stunned.
"I was just joking with my mom that day," Jiang Yisheng murmured, biting his lower lip.
"Apart from Feng Yi, youâre my second real friend."
Ji Mingqian huffed stubbornly, "Why didnât you explain it before?"
Jiang Yisheng did not respond, instead, he lowered his head to look at the candied hawthorns in his hands and licked the corner of his lips.
He couldnât stand this pitiable look on him, making it seem as if he had bullied him.
Ji Mingqian smirked, his eyes softening with a hint of mirth, "Alright, alright, letâs consider the matter closed."
"So, are we still friends?" Jiang Yisheng raised his head to ask, his warm voice tinged with nervousness.
Ji Mingqian laughed, placing a hand on his shoulder and hooking Jiang Yishengâs neck, "Youâre such an idiot."
If he didnât consider him a friend, why would he block paint for him, and now buy him candied hawthorns? He was no saint.
Jiang Yisheng curved his lips, a look of relief flitting through his eyes.
Actually, this was quite nice, wasnât it?
"You two hid here, making me search everywhere for you," Feng Yi teased, having finished his phone call and come looking for them, upon seeing the two huddled close.
"Asheng, youâre all grown up, and you still like candied hawthorns, a kidâs treat."
"Here, take two skewers. I canât finish them all by myself," Jiang Yisheng straightened up and handed out two skewers of the candied hawthorns.