Chapter 34: Coffee Spot
The pendant was platinum, a slender nail bent into a ring, with the cap and tip inlaid with fine diamonds, swaying and shining in the sunlight.
This was what Jiang Song casually took off his neck and handed to her when they parted that night, because he believed that by handing her something that belonged to him in a real way, she could continue to confirm that he was real.
Why?
Is the existence of man less certain than the existence of things?
Is touch the only sure thing?
Jiang Song also asked her for something. Xia Cun rummaged through her bag and finally handed him the Gromit pendant hanging on the bag.
But she seemed a little worried and said, "Then you have to return it to me next time we meet."
“…How stingy.”
She was counter-accused by the stingy person.
Well, she was stingy to begin with. She said, "Because Gao is my friend."
Jiang Song had no choice but to hold the A Gao pendant and look at it for a while before responding.
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"Xia Zuncheng, it seems the prince's carriage has arrived."
Xia Lan's voice came from the living room to the bedroom. Upon hearing it, Xia Cun put away the pendant in his hand and got up from the floor with Holmes.
A blue gift box sat by the bedroom window, square and as tall as a refrigerator. She and Xia Lan had spent most of the day wrapping it.
Xia Cun stood up and stopped in front of the gift box. He stretched out his palm and touched the gift box as if touching a wall.
Will Jiang Song like this gift?
It’s okay, I don’t like it anymore.
Xia Cun led Holmes out of the bedroom and into the living room. Xia Lan was stretching by the windowsill. When she saw the girl come out, she smiled at her with narrowed eyes.
"Have a pleasant dream, Xia exists."
Xia Lan defined what would happen tonight as a dream in advance, or perhaps she was casting a witch's prophetic spell.
In a magical prophecy, the prince's carriage glows, carrying the girl through the air, passing through a dazzling array of bubble-like planets. Multicolored cats cross the road ahead, pure white deer nod by the side of the road, and the carriage sheds specks of golden light along the way, finally arriving at a resplendent palace...
But in reality, downstairs of the old residential building, an eye-catching Rolls-Royce was parked there waiting for the girl.
Is she a princess or Cinderella?
In Xia Lan's eyes, she was just an adolescent girl. But the girl just standing there, she was so inspired that she simulated such a colorful scene in her mind, because the girl seemed to be born with fantasy, a colorful witch.
Unlike her former self, Xia Cun's attitude towards fantasy is light and aimless. Although she was also good at fantasy in the past, it was a fantasy that put meaning above all else. She attached the charm of fantasy to the vague and grand meanings of freedom, future, and eternity, as if there was too much she wanted to pursue.
It can be said that Xia Cun's pure and light dreamy attitude inspired her. This inspiration is not only reflected in her works, but also in her attitude towards things.
It was Xia Cun who taught her how to land, and it was Xia Cun's existence that brought her back to the ground from her persistent pursuit of meaning.
But is her fantasy good or bad?
Xia Lan couldn't say for sure. If possible, she hoped Xia Cun would remain pure and lighthearted. But could people really live in a dream forever? Children always have to face reality and grow up, right?
As she landed and time went by, Xia Lan's concerns increased, especially in the past two years. She witnessed Ren Yi gradually mature, while only Xia Cun continued to have new dreams. This contrast gave her some new educational myths.
The difficulty of raising a child has risen from the level of eating, drinking, defecating and urinating to an abstract dimension. It seems that she needs to care about the future and value of her child, which is the area she was most familiar with before.
But would she let such a pure and light child have such abstract troubles?
Xia Lan was stumped. She was suddenly at a loss as to how a child should grow up, as if she had never been a child.
It's so difficult. Xia Lan thought this all the time.
She wanted to know, if her sister had not had that accident, would Xia Cun have grown up better with her sister? If it were not for her own wild education rules, would Xia Cun have grown up more smoothly?
Just when Xia Lan was at her most bewildered, Xia Cun suddenly told her that she had a crush on a boy. Huh? It was rare for Xia Cun to devote herself so fully to someone or something... And when she learned the identity of the boy Xia Cun liked, she realized that the opportunity for growth might appear in a strange way.
Break the dream bubble!
Perhaps when the dream of a beautiful prince is shattered, the child will realize the existence of reality.
But even if it is a shattered dream, it can still be unforgettable.
The sound of knocking on the door reached Xia Lan's ears, and her thoughts were cut off.
Xia Cun went to open the door, and to her surprise, the person outside was Shinji Mizuno. She looked up at him, blinked twice, and then without even saying hello to Xia Lan, she closed the door and walked out.
Holmes was disappointed, while Xia Lan fell on the yoga mat laughing.
As expected, Xia Zun is too possessive of her. She saw him when Shinji Mizuno got off the car, okay?
She laughed first, then her smile faded little by little, and finally she looked calmly at a ball of light swaying on the ceiling.
Maybe it was the glow from the coffee she had placed next to her yoga mat.
She didn't bother to confirm.
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The prince's carriage traveled through the city.
In the car, Xia Cun and Mizuno Shinji didn't say anything. The continuous vibrations from their wrists were particularly obvious in the silence.
She pulled out her phone and saw a message from Miao Wen in a group called MNF. The group had been created the previous night, with only three members. The name came from the acronym "my new friends," and it was created by Miao Wen.
Miao language string: "@夏存存存存宝, how are you going to Jiang Song's house today? Do you need me to pick you up?"
You can call me a villain: "Heh."
Miao language: "Why are you sneering, Sister Ren Yi?"
Miao Wen jokingly calls Ren Yi "Sister" because ever since she met Ren Yi, she has completely categorized Ren Yi as a "rock cool sister" and claims that she will be her number one fan after Ren Yi makes her debut in the future.
You can call me a villain: "She doesn't need you to answer."
Miao language: "Could it be that..."
You can call me a villain: "That's what you think."
Xia Cun watched them chatting and thought about what to say. Before she could think it through, Shinji Mizuno next to her suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the car.
"Xiao Xia, I've been feeling a little troubled lately."
She turned her head and looked away, as if she found it unbelievable.
What is it that bothers Shinji Mizuno?
"Why?"
Mizuno was silent. He raised his hand and pinched his brow before saying, "Remember when I told you I had a secret?"
Xia Cun nodded: "Yeah."
"I'm struggling with the question of when to reveal this secret. If possible, I'd like to ask for your advice."
"Why?"
"Because I always feel that you know magic and can help me."
Such words seemed a bit inappropriate for Shinji Mizuno to say, but Xia Cun just blinked, thought for a moment and agreed: "Okay."
It was like implicitly admitting the fact that he had magic.
The two of them were secretly talking about a secret in the partitioned space, and even the driver behind the partition could not hear it.
The car drove smoothly, leaving the old streets, passing through the glass border and the bustling city, or really passing through countless colorful planets, and finally drove into a carved gate and stopped outside a light beige stone building.
After Xia Cun got off the car, he stopped and looked around.
This building, also from the last century, resembles a classical European structure from a movie, with a symmetrical design. Tall Roman columns stand before the main entrance, and the roof is a gray-blue French sloping roof. Geometrically trimmed greenery lines the path, and the fountain sparkles like diamonds in the sunlight.
The only asymmetry is that there is an old tree on one side of the courtyard. It is thick and has dense green shade, as if to show the weight of the building.
It's so big and spacious, as if there aren't that many people in the world. Could there be a lot of ants living here?
The weather is too good. Is summer burning at full steam? Will it melt away soon?
Mizuno led the girl and her imagination into the mansion. The living room had high ceilings and a wide view. A group of staff were setting up the venue for tonight's banquet.
Xia Cun looked up and saw a huge crystal chandelier hanging in the center.
It looked so heavy. Why didn't Jiang Song come to greet her? Didn't he invite her to come play earlier?
"Let's go, he's waiting for you in the room." Mizuno said as if he heard her thoughts.
Xia Cun followed behind him, and a crowd of vague gazes followed the two of them as they walked up the winding stairs.
Jiang Song's room was on the third floor. Mizuno led her out the door and down the stairs. Xia Cun stopped outside the door and raised her head to a certain height so that her eyes could fall on his face the moment Jiang Song opened the door. Then, she knocked on the door.
She seemed to feel a gust of cold air coming out from the crack under the door, and it felt cool against the skin of her ankles. So she changed her planned upward angle of head and looked down at her feet. The moment she looked up, bright light from the door cast into the corridor, accompanied by a gust of cold wind.
It's so cold. She looked up.
One, two, three, four... Jiang Song wore at least four tops layered together, yet his figure remained slim and slender, like a fashion model from a Japanese magazine. If Jiang Song didn't know what to do in the future, perhaps he could become a model.
Jiang Song waited for a while at the silent girl, and found that she seemed to be in a daze, so he hunched his back and put his face in front of her.
"...どう思う? Don't you like it?" (How about it? Don't you like it?)
Xia Cun shook his head and said seriously, "Okay."
like.
Because she wanted to see Jiang Song wearing winter clothes.
But Jiang Song seemed to be very hot, his face turning the color of an apple again. He also seemed unhappy, because after hearing her answer, he suddenly retreated back into the house, took off his outermost flight jacket, threw it on the sofa, and sat on the carpet, burying his head in his jacket.
“…”
Xia Cun felt a little puzzled. She closed the door and walked into his territory without permission, just like she did last time in the beach villa.
His room had a window that let in a lot of light. Outside the window, he could see the crown of the old tree, like a green cloud floating outside the window.
Xia Cun just glanced at him, then walked to the sofa, knelt on the carpet and looked at Jiang Song seriously.
Looks like an ostrich, Jiang Song. Ostrich? Ostrichology? Jiang Song Ostrichology?
She thought about the strange name, silently stretched out her hand, and touched his hair like Jiang Song had played with her hair before -
Anyway, he won’t see it because he has his head buried.
So soft and fluffy. But she had just touched it twice when Jiang Song turned around and looked at her.
Xia Cun withdrew his hand, pretending nothing happened, and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Song stared at her. His hair finally stopped shaking and his scalp finally stopped tingling. He muttered, "You must think I'm a idiot."
She didn't like it at all, and when she said she liked it she didn't look like she liked it at all.
He is so stupid. He is a baka. He is the dumbest baka.
Jiang Song turned away again, refusing to look at her, as if he couldn't even endure this level of pain. If he were a character in a comic, he'd be surrounded by tangled black lines trembling, indicating his bad mood.
"I don't."
Jiang Song finally turned his head back and looked at the girl.
"I love so much."
“…”
Jiang Song wanted to bury his head again, but it seemed a bit too much, so he pretended nothing had happened and sat up straight.
It's so hot. He took off another layer of his denim jacket, leaving only a shirt and a gray T-shirt. The air conditioner in the room was still on. After taking off his jacket, he realized something and turned around to ask, "Are you cold?"
"Um."
So Jiang Song handed her the dark blue denim jacket he had taken off.
Why not raise the room temperature a little?
Although Xia Cun thought so, he still took off his bag and put on the loose double-breasted denim jacket.
The bag lay on the carpet, limp like a rag, with lop-eared rabbits, teddy bears, and Hello Kitty cats hanging on it. She thought of something, reached into her pocket, and took out the platinum pendant and handed it to Jiang Song.
"Where's my A Gao?"
It's like exchanging ransom for hostages.
"..." How stingy. Jiang Song complained in his heart as he reluctantly leaned forward and returned the Gromit pendant in the corner of the sofa to her.
Xia Cun took A Gao, pinched its ears, and hung it back on the bag.
Jiang Song watched her movements, or even glanced at her bag, and couldn't help wondering if his gift was inside. When would she give it to him?
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The author has something to say: I've been writing until my birthday, so how far can the end be? (gritting teeth) It's almost there, it's almost there, it's almost there (chanting a spell)
I will celebrate my birthday at the same time as Jiang Song. What a coincidence! I have to write about Jiang Song’s birthday while celebrating my birthday. It’s obvious who is lucky and who is pitiful [oh oh oh] So I will try to write about Jiang Song crying (clenched fist
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