Chapter 50 Two Two Click Click

In another eight hours, Jiang Song and her pony will set off.

Xia Cun carefully left the boy's room and ran down the corridor. When she ran to the terrace, she interrupted a passionate kiss on a summer night.

On the terrace, a mature man and woman half-huddled together, all looking in the direction of the girl. The woman smiled at her and asked, "What's wrong, Xiao Xia?"

Xia Cun hid his hands behind his back and said, "I did something very bad to Jiang Song."

The two men raised their eyebrows slightly, as if waiting for her to explain what the matter was, but the girl just asked, "Can you arrange a car to take me home?"

Tanaka Haruka didn't get an answer, but readily agreed: "Of course." She paused and said goodbye to her, "Sayounara (Goodbye), Koka-san."

"さようなら."

Xia Cun hid the things in his hand back into his bag, his heart still pounding until the car drove into the bustling neon lights.

So fast.

Maybe it's magic at work.

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It was a few hours ago, and the moment of farewell arrived as scheduled at the aquarium at night.

They stopped under the curved acrylic tunnel, in the deep blue, as if standing on the bottom of the sea.

Schools of silvery fish swam around them, and light and shadows floated under their feet and above their faces.

Event 97: I will kiss Jiang Song at the aquarium.

Fishes swam back and forth, people streamed by, and two young men stopped in the water, preparing for a kiss.

Two hearts pounded. If they were fish, they would smash the viewing windows and drown everyone in the aquarium. But now, they just pounded inside their bodies.

That should be fine.

Jiang Song's heart told him so, so he lowered his head and slowly approached the girl with a slightly raised face.

Xia Cun felt a warm breath as the boy approached, but at the same time, she also felt countless pairs of eyes. Fish eyes, human eyes.

She lowered her slightly raised head and turned to look at the crowd who were turning their heads to watch.

"Mo." The kiss was interrupted, and Jiang Song complained coquettishly, "It's just a little bit more."

Xia Cun looked back at him and said, "But someone is secretly filming us."

Jiang Song then looked at the crowd around him and muttered, "It doesn't matter, because we are good-looking."

He had a clear understanding of himself on this matter. However, Xia Cun focused on the first half of his sentence and asked, "Why is it okay? Didn't you say that secretly taking photos is very rude?"

"Well, when did you say that?" Jiang Song tried to deny it.

"On the day we went to climb Mount Tai."

She stared at the boy with her two dark eyes, and he seemed to have regained his memory and said, "So you understood it. So you pretended not to understand that simple sentence I said that day, right?"

"……I don't."

"Lie." Xia Cun's other shortcoming is that he always lies to him with a clear conscience. But as he thought about it, he suddenly said, "It's okay."

What does it mean? Xia Cun didn't understand what this sentence meant, but since he said it didn't matter, then it didn't matter. So she said, "Then let's continue."

She still remembered what she had to do, but Jiang Song no longer looked at her eagerly like he had just now or even a few days ago. Instead, he approached the girl nonchalantly and said to her, "You don't seem to understand what I mean."

"What's the meaning?"

"What I mean is... if you're bothered by something like today, or what happened when I bought milk tea a few days ago," he said, his tone serious, "you're a real man."

The voice was as soft as if tied into a fluffy bow. Xia Cun blinked blankly, as if he understood something, but still found it unbelievable.

Did he know what was bothering her?

Was he trying to divert her attention by suddenly drinking her milk tea that day?

For a moment, Xia Cun could no longer hear any other sound except the beating of his heart, but the voice of Jiang Song was an exception. He continued, "And, gomenne."

Xia Cun was confused: "Why do you want to apologize?"

"Because, I originally thought you just didn't want me to find out about this, but I just realized that you didn't want to tell me about this because of what I said, so, gomenne."

Because he didn't want her to be troubled by this matter, he planned to avoid the issue all the time, but what bothered her was what he said before. And he admitted that he said it on purpose at that time.

Xia Cun pursed his lips, as if he didn't know how to react.

Jiang Song simply took her by the hand and sat on the low steps to the side. He rested one hand on his knee, holding his cheek, turned half his body to look at her, and for the first time said frankly: "I knew about it a long time ago, about the secret filming."

"The day we climbed the mountain?"

"No, it's much earlier than that day." Jiang Song continued under the girl's incredulous gaze, "Otherwise, I should tell you."

…

She is stalking me.

When Jiang Song walked past the flower shop window, he was almost certain that the girl was following him. Her figure was vaguely reflected in the glass window, on the dark brown disk of a sunflower, and from a distance, her appearance was unclear.

It's because of her that I've been feeling so weird lately.

Jiang Song was originally going to school, but when he walked outside the flower shop, he suddenly felt unhappy.

He decided not to go to school and ran around the streets, as if he had turned into a dandelion fluff, going wherever the wind blew him. Finally, he came to the lakeside of a park.

The girl was still following him. He sat on the steps by the lake, enjoying the breeze and looking at the lake with his chin in his hand.

In fact, Jiang Song has lived under close scrutiny since he was a child. He has long been accustomed to being surrounded or stared at by people, but those people are usually very sensible, because if they lose their sense of propriety, they will be stopped by bodyguards. But why hasn't this girl been stopped yet?

Should I tell Mr. Mizuno? Since she didn't appear in front of him, I should just pretend I didn't see it. Otherwise, it would be very troublesome.

After all, he was used to this kind of thing. Jiang Song quickly adapted to the existence of the tail and became so accustomed to it that he could ignore the occasional interference.

This habit lasted until the holiday came. He thought it should be over, but during the holiday, Shinji Mizuno suddenly formed a strange team. A strange stranger girl appeared in front of everyone and introduced herself under everyone's curious gaze: "My name is Xia Cun, the existence of existence."

Although I'm not sure, it should be her.

It wasn't until the day of climbing the mountain that he felt that familiar feeling again while walking on the mountain path. He knew it must be her.

So who is she? Why is she here? Why did Mr. Mizuno let her join?

It's really worrying.

…

"That's it."

After Jiang Song finished speaking, he looked at her with a smile, without any intention of pursuing the matter.

Xia Cun couldn't help but stare at him blankly for a long time. Suddenly, she approached the boy who was lazily supporting his cheek, and gently pressed her lips against his smile.

The passing tourists paused, and Jiang Song seemed frozen in place. Only the fish continued to swim back and forth. After a few brief breaths, Xia Cun straightened himself up, wondering if the light and soft feeling on his lips was still there. Jiang Song finally realized what was happening and blushed, saying, "Zurui! This doesn't count!"

He stood up and helped her up from the stairs without saying anything. As if he had lost a game and had to play it again, he said, "Let's play again."

Xia Cun did not refuse, because she was like Zhu Bajie who ate the ginseng fruit and did not taste the kiss.

So the boy bent down and kissed the girl again.

The tip of his nose was in a weird position, it might poke her, so he should tilt his head to adjust the angle. Their lips pressed together again, their bodies tingling again. A faint whisper of exclamations reached their ears, but neither of them could distinguish what the words were. They only felt the lips were so soft and cold, as if they didn't exist.

Is this what a kiss feels like?

The two of them drifted apart, then suddenly, with a tacit understanding, turned around and faced the water curtain. A huge sea turtle just floated over their heads, casting a shadow over their two red faces.

How strange.

It seems different from what I imagined.

Xia Cun rarely knew how to describe a feeling, because she seemed to have never experienced it before, as if it was a non-existent feeling. If the first one didn't count as a kiss, then the second one should count, but why did it still seem non-existent?

Maybe the feeling of kissing is the same as eating ginseng fruit.

After a long time, the boy held her hand. Xia Cun tilted her head to look, and he also turned his head to look at her. Then he said, "In the end, there are still many things left to say."

Yes, even if you say goodbye a long time in advance, you can never finish saying it.

"But it doesn't matter. I will come back often."

Jiang Song, who said this, had curved eyebrows and eyes, like an angel.

Maybe summer can stop here, still floating, still like a dream scene.

So she gave the agreed-upon goodbye signal: "さようなら, Jiang Song classmate."

According to the agreed plan, his only line could be: "さようなら、存在ちゃん."

Thus, a perfect farewell plan ended in the blue night, and summer ended here.

But ten minutes later, Xia Cun changed his mind.

When she was stopped by subway security, she decided to go back on her word.

Event 98: I will re-direct the farewell.

She stood in the beam of light cast by the street lamp and said to Ms. Tanaka on the other end of the phone, "I want to go find Jiang Song."

Not long after, a car drove up to pick her up, and once again, she arrived at the brightly lit villa.

She quietly pushed open Jiang Song's door. Inside the room, the packed boxes had not yet been taken away by their owners and were standing tall.

Even though she couldn't see it, she knew it was her pony.

The boy lay on the bed with his face buried in the pillow.

Perhaps he heard footsteps, but he ignored the person who came until he felt the soft bed sink a little. He turned his head, and then, with red eyes, he raised his head a little in surprise.

The girl lay on her side on his bed, like a cat that could only flash, she stared at him and blinked her black eyes.

Sure enough, Jiang Song's perfect smile was fake. For her farewell plan, it must have been very hard for him to pretend. After all, he is a fragile person.

"Jiang Song, I've discovered that I'm still not good at making plans, so let's just say goodbye in a messy way."

No matter what the plan, there are always unexpected situations. And after the dreamy farewell she planned was completed, she had new things she wanted to do. So, summer could also end in a mess.

After hearing this, Jiang Song said aggrievedly, "That's too much! I was ready to cry all night."

Because of these words, Xia Cun's face flashed with a smile. Although it was only a flash, Jiang Song was sure that he saw it.

"You just laughed."

"Yeah, it's not like I can't laugh." She said expressionlessly, seeming unconvincing.

"Then why don't you smile?"

"Because I'm deliberately hiding my mouth."

“…”

"Because Gromit doesn't have a mouth," she added.

"How strange."

"I'm weird."

The two of them talked and lay down facing each other, just like the scene in the hot spring hotel that day. Xia Cun looked at his beautiful lips and suddenly asked, "Classmate Jiang Song, what do you think it feels like to kiss?"

"It tastes like apples or cherries...what do you think?"

"I don't seem to feel anything."

"How can you do this!" Jiang Song exploded, and suddenly he lifted his body a little higher, revealing his true intentions. "Then let's kiss again, okay?"

Xia Cun looked at him and nodded. Because she found that kissing might be like eating ginseng fruit, without taste, so she wanted to taste it again, but when the boy came closer, she pushed him away.

"Kissing while lying down is weird."

"Well, then stand up."

The two of them stood by the bed again, and Jiang Song pretended to kiss her again, this time first touching her cheek and the hair by her ear. "Your hair is so cute too," he said, leaning in like a dog, but he was pushed away by the girl again.

"Wait a moment."

"Nana?"

"I'd rather kiss you."

As the girl said this, she suddenly placed Jiang Song on the edge of the bed like she was fiddling with a doll, and then she bent down and kissed the boy.

Her hand rested on the back of his head, very gently, like a kiss. Just when she felt that she was not feeling anything even if she took the initiative to kiss him, a wet heat swept across her lips, itching and tingling, wet.

He actually licked her like a puppy.

Xia Cun's hair stood on end and she took a half step back. Jiang Song looked at her innocently and asked, "You felt a little this time, didn't you?"

She nodded.

"Then next time we meet, I'll make you feel even more."

"Why, do you practice kissing with other people?"

He made an angry expression: "バカじゃないの?" (Are you an idiot?) Then he reached out to her, took her wrist and led her to the bed, then pulled her down on the bed.

The two looked at the ceiling, kissed randomly, and then continued to talk nonsense.

"Then I'll tell you another secret."

"What?"

"The best gift Jiang Song gave me is this summer."

"What a foul! How could I be so powerful? It happens every summer..."

After a long silence, Xia Cun asked him, "You're waiting for me to deny it, right?"

“…” Jiang Song, who was exposed, covered his face with a pillow.

"Well, Jiang Song, you're so awesome. Because it's been an incredible summer."

Jiang Song released the pillow that was covering his face and looked at her.

It's really a foul.

So, should the pony in the box be returned to her?

Sister Xia Lan told him in the park that the pony was the kitten’s favorite thing, symbolizing all dreams and being the kitten’s eternal childhood mark.

So, is he really going to take it with him? But he's so reluctant to leave. He can't bear to leave the kitten, and he can't bear to leave the pony.

Every minute after that, this thought continued to ferment in Jiang Song's mind. Finally, perhaps feeling his willpower weaken, he finally made a decision:

If he wakes up before the alarm clock tomorrow morning, he will send the pony back to its original home. If the alarm clock wakes him up, he will take it to his new home in Tokyo.

"Student Jiang Song?"

Xia Cun called him in a low voice, but only heard his mumbled response. He had fallen asleep.

She carefully sat up and took something out of her backpack.

It had to be magic. Otherwise, why would she have casually picked up this bag she hadn't carried all summer before leaving? Otherwise, why would she have been stopped at the subway station after their first goodbye because of the contents of her bag? Otherwise, why would she have stumbled upon this pair of scissors today, missing all summer?

Event 99: I will cut the prince's hair.

Since the witch Xiaolan seems to have lost her magic after cutting off her thick long hair, then Jiang Song will also become less cute after his hair is cut off.

Maybe he would turn out to be just an ordinary, ugly boy, and then the spell of love would be broken, and she would no longer be unhappy that summer was over.

"Crack..."

The scissors seemed to make the sound of a camera shutter, as if she was using the scissors to save Jiang Song.

Snap, snap! Jiang Song's beautiful brows furrowed. Snap, snap! The corners of Jiang Song's mouth curled up gently. Snap, snap! Jiang Song's beautiful hair was messed up.

Click, click...

Summer and my hair are over.

If the magic is broken, how can the ordinary prince be loved by more people? Unless...

Unless he finds three new princely virtues, such as forgiveness. However, this prince seems to already possess the virtue of forgiveness.

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The author has something to say: Click, click, sayonara.

That’s the end of the main text. Using さようなら is a more formal farewell, giving the feeling that we won’t see each other again for a long time, but it’s not a farewell forever!

There is still a bit of an unfinished story, and it doesn’t feel right to put it anywhere, so I’ll just write it in the extra chapter from Jiang Song’s perspective. But I need to say here that there will probably be no content after this in the extra chapter.

This is cruel, but my original idea for writing this article was "I want to write a lingering summer story", so I marked the text with the very discouraging OE, even though I think this is a sweet story.

However, I also have the urge to write a sequel, something about a trip to Japan, a fireworks display, or a winter story, but then I feel that this goes against my original intention, and I feel that I am not satisfied with what I said (>_<)

"I will cut the prince's hair" is the sentence that gave birth to this story. I made a plate of dumplings to cut his hair. Although the vinegar I wrote out tasted different from what I imagined, I still wrote it out in the end. This is also very Xia's existence!

A huge thank you to Xia Cunxian and Jiang Song. After not writing a full-length novel for over five years, I'm truly moved to finally write about these two adorable babies. It was painful to write at times, but that's because I love this story so much! I hope you enjoy this incredible summer too [poorly].

See you tomorrow for the extra chapter.

Not only did I not stop updating, I even updated twice a day. It's terrible!