Chapter 9: Whisper
The spot of light seemed to appear in the air again.
Xia Cun suddenly blinked his eyes and said, "おはよう."
Ohayou. Same syllables, but she said it more calmly, with a strangely cute quality.
Jiang Song approached her, bent his back again, and asked her: "Nande?"
Um?
She didn't say anything, but Jiang Song seemed to understand the doubt in her eyes. He wanted to ask her: Why did you walk away like that yesterday?
But his eyes flicked to the hair by her ear and he said, "Hair sticking up, なんで?"
"Because my hair is very stiff."
"You don't look happy, Nana?"
Xia Cun was silent, and the boy's inquiring eyes made her hold her breath slightly.
As they stared at each other, the door leading from the garden to the restaurant opened. He Shizhao suddenly appeared in the restaurant. Upon seeing the two of them, he abruptly asked, "Didn't you go out?"
Jiang Song frowned slightly, as if unhappy. When he turned back to look at He Shizhao, his tone became lazy again: "Where are you going?"
"nothing."
After saying this, He Shizhao walked towards the living room. When he passed by Xia Cunshi, he stopped for a moment, but only for a pause. In the end, he still walked away.
Xia Cun probably sensed his hesitation and followed his gaze. Before she could turn her head, Jiang Song passed by her with a yogurt in his mouth, not even glancing at her, as if he were passing by air.
She couldn't help but tilt her head——
When will Jiang Song invite her to have parfait?
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It wasn't until lunch was almost arranged that Emma went to wake Lu Xu up in person. Yesterday, after surfing, he went to Skatepark and played land surfing with others for half a day, which consumed too much energy. Therefore, no one got up later than him that day.
When he arrived in the living room, he saw Zhou Yun with a strange expression, looking at him like an overturned palette, and asked with concern, "What's wrong, brother? Did you eat a fly?"
"Get lost."
"Chestnut, what's going on?"
Ban Li played dumb and said, "I don't know, Brother Xu."
"Hey, you guys, can't you be simple? Miss Zhuo, she must know."
After Lu Xu said this, Zhou Yun's expression became even more strange, and he seemed to be a little angry and embarrassed. He said, "Don't mention her, she's a liar."
"How did she offend you again?"
Zhou Yun said angrily, "Guess what she told me this morning? She actually said she was going on a date with Jiang Song!"
About three hours ago, he got up early and came downstairs, and happened to meet Zhuo Manyi who was taking selfies in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He asked her casually why she dressed up so beautifully so early in the morning. Zhuo Manyi raised her chin, smiled and said of course she was going on a date.
"Dating?!"
"Are you trying to wake everyone up?"
"Who are you dating?" He couldn't help but sneer, "Aren't you following our Young Master Jiang around every day? How do you still have time to date someone?"
Zhuo Manyi simply put away her phone and smiled brightly: "Alas, how do you know I'm not dating Jiang Song? Well, he's still waiting for me in the car, I have to leave."
After saying that, he went out with his bag.
After they left, Zhou Yun sat down on the sofa in a somewhat irritated manner. He waited for He Shizhao and Banli to come downstairs. He pestered them to play games, and in the meantime, he complained to them about Zhuo Manyi and Jiang Song...
Until just now, when he was tired from playing games and sitting on the carpet drinking coffee, he suddenly caught a glimpse of someone coming up the stairs. He turned around and saw Jiang Song yawning, his hair a mess. He choked on the coffee that was just about to reach his mouth, spilling it all over his clothes and the carpet. When he stood up, he stumbled and bumped into the coffee table.
And after that, the boy's expression changed from pure ugliness to uncertainty.
After hearing this, Lu Xu looked at him in confusion: "What's the big deal? You're too prone to anger."
Miao Wen held his forehead from the side.
She had never met such a slow-witted person! Zhou Yun was simply secretly in love with Zhuo Manyi, but it was a pity that the flower had feelings and the water flowed without emotion. But then again, it was a good thing that it was like this, at least this way Xia Cun wouldn't be too sad.
But then again, where is Xia Cunren? Why did he disappear after throwing away the garbage?
"Why isn't Tong Anyu here? I didn't see her yesterday." Lu Xu asked again.
Miao Wen came back to her senses and said, "She's not feeling well and is resting in her room. Sister Emma will bring her food."
Tong Anyu had her period yesterday morning, so she didn't go to the beach with them. She has always suffered from severe menstrual cramps.
"You didn't come back with me yesterday, so of course you didn't see her." Zhou Yun said bluntly, "We watched a movie together this afternoon."
Lu Xu shrugged nonchalantly. At this time, Emma appeared and invited them to have lunch.
The group walked to the restaurant and after sitting down they realized that there were only four of them having lunch today. Lu Xu stared blankly, feeling as if he had slept forever.
"Sister Emma, where is Jiang Song?"
"She said she wanted to eat out." Emma smiled.
"What about He Shizhao?" Zhou Yun asked.
"Same with him."
"What about Xia Cun?" Miao Wen also asked.
"We went out together too."
"What? You've brought Xia Cun with you, why not us?" Zhou Yun was very suspicious, and the other two were also surprised.
Of course Emma couldn't answer them. After all, this was what the young master was thinking. How could she know?
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The car drove towards the city center.
Xia Cun thought of the cookies he bought for Xia Lan. Perhaps the cookies were also on the way.
The car was well air-conditioned, but Jiang Song seemed even colder, even colder than the icy He Shizhao. Would he still want to eat ice cream in such cold weather?
"Mizuno-san," Jiang Song's voice rang out in the car, as if asking a difficult question, "How do I refuse someone who insists on following me?"
"You can speak to him in Japanese." He Shizhao's voice sounded after him, obviously saying that two native Japanese speakers don't need to force themselves to use Chinese to communicate.
As for Xia Cun, she just looked at the screen in front of Jiang Song.
At the top of the screen is Jiang Song's personal assistant, Shinji Mizuno. A 32-year-old graduate of the University of Tokyo, he's fluent in Japanese, English, and Chinese. He's been Jiang Song's personal assistant for the past five years. He's calm and attentive, and even though he's currently in H City and can't come to the island with them, he still keeps abreast of everyone's progress.
After the video call was connected, the two teenagers' brief sentences provided him with some additional information, so he pointed out to He Shizhao sharply: "If we communicate in Japanese, I may not be able to convey his dissatisfaction with you."
"Hey, Mizuno-san, you're being too harsh." The boy looked innocent, but there was still an obvious coldness emanating from him.
Shinji Mizuno pretended not to hear him and calmly replied, "In response to your first question, my answer is that perhaps you are too gentle."
Because he is too gentle, he cannot refuse someone who insists on following him.
"Are you saying I should be rude?"
"Your choice of words could be more moderate. I just said you could be more assertive, not rude."
"The Golden Mean?" He seemed to have fallen into a blind spot in his Chinese knowledge and had missed the point.
"ちゅうよう,ちゅうどう." Mizuno explained to him in Japanese.
Jiang Song looked like he had a good attitude towards learning, and suddenly said: "あ, ほどほどに (moderate)."
Hodohodo ni.
Sounds lovely.
He seemed to be thinking, and after a while, regardless of He Shizhao's presence, he asked Mizuno, "Then it's okay to mess up the cooperation between father-san and the He family?"
Mizuno was silent for a moment on the screen, his expression expressionless. After a moment, he said bluntly: "You worry too much, but I still want to ask, what caused you to have such a rude idea?"
"だって, belly stand つんだよね..."
Jiang Song did not answer in Chinese as he did at the beginning, but in Japanese, with his usual pronunciation and long ending sounds.
But Xia Cun didn't understand the answer. Her Japanese was also very limited.
At this point, Mizuno also switched back to Japanese, his voice as calm as ever: "なぜですか?"
Jiang Song fell silent, as if he couldn't answer why, and finally he suddenly said: "わかった、じゃあね." (I understand, goodbye.) He cut off the communication and turned to look at the girl by the car window.
She seemed to be drifting again.
なんで?
Advertising screens, parasols in street cafes, traffic lights, fruit shops... objects and colors flow in Xia Cun's mind.
When will Jiang Song invite her to have parfait?
She probably said this out loud, or maybe there was a gust of wind blowing in from the living room. In any case, just as she finished thinking this, her classmate Jiang Song, who was passing by her, suddenly took two steps back, turned around and stopped in front of her.
"Can we go eat puff now?" He seemed to be asking for her consent.
But it might have been a strong gust of wind, because even He Shizhao was blown back to the restaurant. He stopped beside Jiang Song and said, "Parfait? I'm going too."
Jiang Song straightened his back unhappily and looked at him: "I'm not asking you."
"But I think Uncle Jiang would want us to come together. Or do you want others to go with us?"
Jiang Song seemed a little angry, but his tone was just a complaint: "But you don't like desserts."
"But now I want to eat, what should I do?"
He Shizhao actually spoke in a tone that was inconsistent with his own calm demeanor. Xia Cun couldn't help but look at him.
He also glanced at her, still without saying anything, but raised his wrist to check the time and said to Jiang Song, "If you don't leave now, everyone else will come down here for lunch."
The three of them finally left the villa quietly, which led to the conversation between Jiang Song and Mr. Mizuno in the car.
And now, objects and colors flowed in Xia Cun's mind. She was wondering: What did Jiang Song just say in Japanese?
She could ask Mr. Mizuno because she knew him, but why not ask Jiang Song directly?
As if sensing her return of consciousness, Jiang Song suddenly called her: "Existence-chan."
Xia Cun tilted her head. Jiang Song suddenly unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned his upper body toward her, and whispered in her ear.
A faint sound floated in the silence, but He Shizhao couldn't hear it clearly.
He sat in the back seat, his eyes fixed on the two people in the front seat. It seemed like it took a very long few seconds before he saw Jiang Song straighten up. Then he heard him raise his voice and ask the girl in that extremely childish tone: "Is it okay?"
Finally, he saw her nod.
The author has something to say:
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When I think about what the two kids are going to do: (>_<) (^_^)v (>_<) (^_^)v (>_<) (^_^)v……
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