Chapter 8: Masked Angel

What a strange feeling.

Even after dinner ended and Xia Cun returned to his room, the strange feeling had not dissipated.

She curled up in the lazy sofa, staring at the deep blue air outside the floor-to-ceiling window in a daze. After a long time, she lowered her head and dialed Xia Lan's number.

As soon as the call was connected, Xia Lan said to her in a tone as if she was in the bathroom asking for help passing her paper: "Xia Zuncun, the cookies you bought last time are all gone. Remember to buy some more."

"Okay, then remember to sign for it tomorrow." Xia Cun responded casually as if he was used to it.

"If I don't remember, you can remind me." Xia Lan said lazily, then seemed to remember that she was not around and asked her, "What's the matter?"

Xia Cun paused for a moment and said, "Xiao Lan, I have a strange feeling."

"What?"

The person opposite seemed to be drawing, and the pen tip made a scratching sound on the tablet.

“I think I need to learn Chinese too.”

She also finds it difficult to explain.

Why did she become dizzy after saying that to Jiang Song? Why did she walk so stiffly like a robot even when listening to her favorite songs?

Xia Lan's voice came out mercilessly: "Nonsense, don't you know how bad your Chinese grades are?"

I always distort the central idea of ​​the article, always guess the author's thoughts, and always go off topic when writing. Of course, I need to learn Chinese well.

Perhaps thinking of this, Xia Lan said, "Don't forget to do your homework. I don't want to be scolded by the teacher until I'm thirty."

"Oh." Xia Cun thought of something, but it was more like changing the subject. "I talked to Miao Wen today, and she seemed to really like you."

"What a classy sister." The pen tip was poking and tapping.

Xia Cun didn't speak for a long time, and then Xia Lan's voice came again, "By the way, did you take any pictures of the beautiful boy? Send me a few."

“…”

As a guardian, Xia Lan has always been unreliable. One specific manifestation is that she helps her own children to do evil.

If other teenagers were guardians, upon learning that their children were stalking and secretly photographing other children, they would educate their children on everything from law to morality, from outlook on life to world view to values. However, when Xia Cun proposed to buy a camera to track Jiang Song, she agreed to give her an advance on her pocket money to buy a camera, and even casually mentioned that she needed some photos of beautiful boys to inspire her creative inspiration.

As for Xia Cun, she has always been keen on collecting materials for Xia Lan.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Cun lay back on the bed and sorted out the photo album. She sent the side profile shot while climbing the mountain and the surfing photo taken today to Xia Lan, and kept the video for herself.

Xia Lan received the photo and quickly replied to her: "Hey, did he find you?"

She also thought that in the photo taken on the mountain trail, the boy's eyes were facing the camera.

“But he never asked me about it.”

"Hmm, let me think..."

After Xia Lan sent a message about thinking about it, there was no response.

Maybe he was suddenly inspired to paint, or maybe he was really lost in thought. Either way, Xia Cun would not be surprised.

She placed an order for the biscuits that would be delivered the next day, replied to Ren Yi's routine greeting, then slid her finger down and clicked on the reply she had already read.

Haruka: "That's a really complicated question..."

Haruka: "Don't worry, I never thought of it that way."

Xia Cun pursed his lips, and a hint of smile appeared on his always expressionless face.

She fell asleep peacefully until that strange feeling resurfaced in her memory.

Like a floating spot of light in the air, it is elusive.

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10:45AM.

When Xia Cun opened her eyes, the clock on the bedside table gave her the first message of the day.

However, there were no special arrangements in the group on this summer vacation, and Xia Cun was not the only one sleeping in, so Emma did not come to wake them up.

When Xia Cun came downstairs, Zhou Yun and Ban Li were playing Pro Evolution Soccer in the living room. Ban Li said "Good afternoon" to her, but Zhou Yun looked uninterested and didn't say anything. She walked through the living room without saying a word and went to the dining room to find something to eat.

Emma seemed to have prepared everything early in the morning. When she saw her, she gave her a cup of yogurt and an egg and told her, "I'm already preparing lunch. Eat something first."

She finished her eggs and went to the garden with some yogurt.

There is a rose trellis in the garden, which is full of orange and yellow flowers in July, like orange juice.

Xia Cun spotted Senior Tom doing yoga under the flower shed. She went over to touch his head, and Tom simply turned over his belly and let her rub it. She rubbed him intermittently, and soon, a shadow approached. Looking up, she saw Miao Wen looking at her, hesitant to speak.

She tilted her head.

"Hmm..." Miao Wen squatted in front of her so that Xia Cun wouldn't have to look up at her, and then she spoke carefully, "I'm sorry, Xia Cun, I didn't speak up for you yesterday at the beach." "Why should you help me?"

"Ah?" Miao Wen said blankly, "We are like-minded after all."

"Then I won't help you."

Miao Wen was stunned and couldn't help but frowned: "Why do you say that? I don't want you to help me with anything."

"I just thought I'd say that so you wouldn't feel guilty."

Miao Wen was overwhelmed by her straightforward yet bizarre train of thought. She was stunned for a long time before calming down and saying, "Okay... then if you want to see Lan Da's works, come to me. I have a complete set of genuine copies."

"I have one too."

Miao Wen immediately relaxed a lot: "What? You reacted so calmly yesterday, I thought you didn't like to watch other works, but it turns out you have a complete set."

As soon as the topic of comics came up, Miao Wen opened up again. After talking about Blue Glasses, she told Xia Cun about the works of several other cartoonists. Xia Cun ignored her, but since she had a blank expression on her face, Miao Wen didn't notice that she was distracted.

What interrupted her was Xia Cun's sudden question, and she also asked her: "Why are you in this group?"

She seems only interested in comics and paper dolls.

"Don't mention it, it's so embarrassing." Miao Wen was surprisingly frank with Xia Cun, complaining, "It's all because of that upstart dad of mine. I heard the Jiang family formed a small group for the summer vacation and used several connections to arrange for me to join. He wanted me to cling to Jiang Song or He Shizhao's thighs."

Of course, her father also said that if she really couldn't hold the elephant's legs, she could hug the thighs of the Zhuo, Zhou or Lu families. It was speechless. How could she have so much strength?

Xia Cun asked again: "Did you cling to He Shizhao's thigh?"

After all, on the day of climbing the mountain, she, Zhou Yun and He Shizhao were the only ones together.

"No, I just don't want to go out in the sun. It just so happens that He Shi--" She didn't finish her words, and suddenly choked, her cheeks flushed as she said in a certain direction, "Good morning, He Shizhao."

"It's already noon." The young man responded calmly with a clear voice.

Xia Cun looked back and saw He Shizhao looking at them from behind, with a pair of black headphones hanging around his neck.

Miao Wen suggestedly grasped Xia Cun's hand, pulled her up, and said, "It's so sunny. Let's go back and enjoy the air conditioning first. Goodbye, He Shizhao."

Xia Cun followed her back to the villa, but Tom did not follow.

The two sat down in a tea room a little off the beaten path. Miao Wen took a deep breath and said, "He's really an iceberg. Although I didn't say anything bad about him, he was a little panicked when he was caught."

"Iceberg system?"

"Yes, you should know that before Jiang Song appeared, He Shizhao had always been the most popular among the high-ranking flowers."

"What department is Jiang Song in then?"

"Japanese."

“…”

Miao Wen saw her blinking and looked a little dazed, so she chuckled, "I'm not kidding. It's a Japanese style after all, the kind of broken-looking beautiful boy you see in Japanese movies and comics."

"If I had to say something..." Miao Wen racked her brains, trying to draw on her vast experience reading comics to come up with a conclusion, but ultimately failed. "Never mind. It's hard to say anyway."

"Prince department." Xia Cun added suddenly.

Miao Wen was amused by her and said, "Then let's go with the Prince style. I'll change it when I think of a more suitable title." But she smiled as if someone had pressed the pause button. Suddenly, she bit her lip and asked tentatively, "Xia Cun, do you like Jiang Song?"

Xia Cun took a sip of yogurt and nodded.

Miao Wen immediately looked embarrassed.

But Xia Cun said inexplicably at this time: "I have a friend."

"ha?"

"You'd probably like her very much."

Miao Wen: “…”

What do you mean? Do you want to introduce her to some friends?

But Miao Wen waited for a long time but nothing came of it. Finally, she herself took the lead and said, "Xia Cun, really, if you don't want to be too sad in the future, you'd better not like Jiang Song."

"Why?"

"He is a prince after all, and..."

She hesitated until Xia Cun asked her, "And?"

"Just watch it for yourself."

Miao Wen opened her WeChat Moments and showed her a post from Zhuo Manyi at nine o'clock: "Someone asked me out for lunch, and I reluctantly agreed. [Picture]"

Attached is a live selfie, in which the girl looks proud and shining.

"Are you saying that the person she's dating is Jiang Song?"

"I'm not saying this, but did you see Zhou Yun just now? He looked sour this morning. I asked Ban Li secretly, and he said he was upset because Zhuo Manyi was going out on a date with Jiang Song."

Xia Cun drank up all the yogurt, and the straw made a sizzling sound.

Why is yogurt sweet? How much sugar is needed to make yogurt sweet?

"That's why I said that... Jiang Song is basically a 'masked angel type'."

Inadvertently, Miao Wen gave Jiang Song a new title, almost blurting it out, but it didn't seem like the time to be happy, because Xia Cun looked a little depressed.

Alas, why don’t all girls like paper people?

As she was thinking this, she suddenly saw Xia Cun stand up and asked hurriedly, "Where are you going?"

“Throwing out the trash.”

"……All right."

Xia Cun left the teahouse and looked for a trash can along the way.

The yogurt carton must not be empty, there will always be sticky yogurt hanging on the wall, so the yogurt carton cannot be stepped on and burst like the apple juice carton, otherwise it will be a mess and the whole place will be ruined.

Maybe she was misusing idioms again.

When do I do my homework? Do I need to use idioms when writing? Is Jiang Song really such a bad guy?

She walked outside the restaurant, found a trash can in the corner that looked a bit like the robot Eva, and threw the yogurt carton into it.

There was a "bang" as Eva closed the lid, followed by a rustling sound behind her.

Xia Cun turned around and looked, then was stunned.

In the bright restaurant, Jiang Song sipped a bottle of yogurt with sleepy eyes, his hair slightly messy, and said to her in a vague voice: "おはよう、存在ちゃん."

Good morning, Existence.

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