Chapter 202 Canon

Xia Cun slowly fell behind the crowd again——

Sure enough, she still preferred to observe from behind.

She wore a Canon on her chest, bought with the pocket money she'd received in advance from Xia Lan in the spring. As for how long the advance would last, perhaps until she was eighty, she wasn't very good at math and didn't bother to calculate, but Xia Lan would record it in her "burden account book" anyway.

Xia Lan is her aunt, and sometimes she calls her Xiao Lan.

Xiaolan is only 12 years older than her and has been her sole guardian since she was 20. As a guardian, Xiaolan has always been unreliable, but that's not her fault, after all, she is only a 28-year-old child.

When she asked Xia Lan to buy a camera, Xia Lan was fishing out the chopped green onions from her wonton bowl. Without hesitation, she turned her down. The reason was simple: she had no money.

However, she still persuaded Xia Lan. After thinking about it, Xia Lan gave her two options. One was to advance her pocket money, and the other was for her to improve by 100 places in the opening exam after entering the third year of high school.

Of course Xia Cun chose the former, after all, she was not good at studying.

She turned on the camera and adjusted the focus.

Jiang Song had finished his juice. He casually held the light beverage box in his right hand, shaking it back and forth naturally. She took a picture of his white and slender fingers, then moved the camera upwards to take a picture of his slightly turned face.

He was looking at the short boy walking beside Lu Xu. Xia Cun didn't know the boy's name yet. He only knew that others called him Banli. In the WeChat group called "Spend the Summer Vacation Together", his note was also Banli.

Banli was telling a joke. Unlike Xia Cun, Banli and several other teenagers were students of the international department. Among the group, only Xia Cun was a student of the main department and an outsider.

As for why she appeared in this summer group, no one seemed to know.

The Chinese-Japanese homophonic pun on the word "chestnut" made Jiang Song and the others laugh. Xia Cun focused on Jiang Song's profile and pressed the shutter, but at this moment, Jiang Song suddenly turned around.

She seemed to meet Jiang Song's eyes through the display screen.

Xia Cun's breathing stagnated and he turned around suddenly, like a string of wind chimes making crisp sounds in the wind.

"What's wrong, Jiang Song?" Zhuo Manyi asked him after Jiang Song suddenly stopped.

"Yuki, there are so many people."

He seemed not to notice that Xia Cun was taking pictures secretly. He just turned around and sighed towards the bottom of the mountain path, as if he was acting on impulse again.

Xia Cun turned around and saw heads moving upwards one after another.

Lu Xu took over and said, “Of course there are more people, young master, this is Mount Tai.”

Jiang Song suddenly sat down casually on the stone steps, shook the empty box in his hand twice, put it beside him like a boring toy, and said in a long tone: "Tsuma-na-ai (How boring)."

He supported his hands behind his back and tilted his fair face to face the scorching sun.

"You'll get tanned this way, Jiang Song."

"Black spots are cool too." He answered Zhuo Manyi nonchalantly, then tilted his head and asked Lu Xu, "Right, Lu-san?"

Lu Xu was a dark-skinned athletic boy. Upon hearing this, he sat down on the steps on the same level as him and said arrogantly, "That's absolutely right. You have good taste, 'Crystal Prince'."

"Isn't it rustic, Lu Xu? Jiang Song doesn't need such a rustic title, you keep it for yourself." After Zhuo Manyi finished speaking, she seemed to want to sit down as well, but she looked at the steps and finally just stood there with a frown.

At this time, the girl next to Zhuo Manyi who rarely spoke suddenly spoke, her tone calm and gentle: "お腹すいた？ここで少し休む?"

Speaking fluent Japanese, it was obviously only directed at Jiang Song.

Ask him if he is hungry and if he wants to rest here for a while.

But this caused Zhuo Manyi to be dissatisfied. She looked at the girl with an unhappy face: "Hey, Tong Anyu, can Jiang Song understand Chinese?"

"Yeah, I understand." Jiang Song said this with a smile, also looking at the girl who spoke Japanese, and then said, "Although I'm not hungry, I can rest. It's boring anyway."

The girl had a long ponytail and looked pretty. Xia Cun thought she was like a lotus emerging from the water in a classic metaphor, except that her expression was colder.

When she heard the first half of Jiang Song's answer, the girl's expression was a little stiff, but after hearing the second half, she returned to normal and said, "Then take a break and replenish your energy."

Tong Anyu sat down on the ground without much concern, his eyes falling on the girl at the bottom of the stairs.

Xia Cun was taking a picture of a flower beside the mountain path.

"Banli, lend me your shirt." Zhuo Manyi said to Banli in a domineering manner.

Ban Li was wearing a brown plaid shirt over his T-shirt. Upon hearing this, he dropped his sports backpack on the stone steps and took off his shirt. "Miss, please feel free to do as you please."

Xia Cun was still squatting by the roadside, but she wasn't photographing the flowers. She was examining the photo she had taken. In it, the boy casually turned his head, his gaze downward, a light smile on his face.

Hmm, a nice capture.

But did he find out?

The watch on his wrist vibrated, and Xia Cun turned his wrist to check. It was a message from Xia Lan: "I can't find the scissors."

She thought for a moment, took out her phone and replied, "In the middle drawer of the TV cabinet."

"Not here."

"Then you must have used it."

After all, she never puts things back where they belong after using them.

Xia Lan didn't reply to her, probably because she was looking for a pair of scissors. Xia Cun was about to put away his phone when a message from the summer vacation group popped up.

It's a photo and a table of Japanese food.

"Ah, Zhou Yun!" Lu Xu suddenly shouted into his phone. Apparently, he had also seen the message. He quickly replied to the voice message, "Naive! You don't think we're giving up just like that, do you?"

As soon as I sent it out, Jiang Song beside me said: "It's okay, negative."

"What?" Lu Xu turned his head and asked.

"I've already given up," the boy repeated in Chinese, his tone serious. "I really want to get down the mountain."

The boys were quiet for a moment.

Zhuo Manyi, who had just laid out her shirt and sat down, frowned again, as if she thought he was being willful. However, she was also very patient and simply said, "But we've been climbing for three hours."

"Yeah, now that we're here, it would be a shame not to reach the top, right? The point is, we'll lose to He Shizhao and the others!"

Lu Xu naturally regarded this as a contest. After all, when Jiang Song suggested that the first stop of the summer vacation was to visit Mount Tai, only He Shizhao openly said that this was a stupid idea.

So, the three people, led by He Shizhao, chose to stay in the city and wait for them. Now this table of Japanese food was clearly a temptation and a trap.

"You don't want to lose to them, do you?" Lu Xu tried to persuade him.

Jiang Song didn't care at all, instead he advised: "Lu-san, don't be so childish."

“…”

Who is childish after all?

"But now you can't take the cable car down the mountain."

Jiang Song picked up the empty box beside him, stood up and said, "Then we have no choice but to go down. Do you want to go together?"

The tone was too natural, as if others were supposed to accompany him.

Really willful.

Xia Cun was thinking and found that Jiang Song was walking down, as if he was walking towards her with a clear goal.

But this was just her illusion.

He walked past her without looking at her and stopped in front of a few girls who looked like college students behind her.

The girls were taking tourist photos. When they saw him, they put his phone away deliberately. He gave them a gentle smile and said, "Tou-撮は失礼だよ."

The voice could even be described as sweet. One of the girls blushed and said boldly, "We don't understand Japanese, brother."

Xia Cun wanted to translate for them, and he said that taking secret photos was very rude.

Was he talking to the girls or to her?

Did he really find out that she was taking pictures secretly?

Will he ask her to delete the photo?

But it doesn’t matter if she deleted it, because she still has more than 200 selected candid photos, right?

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