Chapter 7 〇七なんで?
The two sat side by side beneath the stone wall, separated only by a half-filled bottle of damp ice water. Droplets of water slid down the bottle, spreading into a dark black watermark on the brick surface.
After staring at the floating dried fish for a long time, Xia Cun finally asked him, "Why are you here?"
"I saw you pass by in the shower."
He said it as if it was natural, saying he came here because he saw her passing by. After that, he turned around and smiled at her, "I saw you last night too."
A hint of confusion crossed her brows, and she certainly didn't think he was talking about seeing her at dinner.
"Cat っぽいよね." (Like a cat.)
Xia Cun blinked: "ねこ(cat)?"
"By the pool, it looks like Tom is squatting in front of the fish pond waiting to catch fish."
He also said something that seemed difficult to understand, but Xia Cun connected the dots of events - he seemed to have seen her squatting by the swimming pool in a daze from somewhere.
So is this considered voyeurism?
Xia Cun would not ask this, perhaps because he felt guilty as a stalker.
"Why did you come here when you saw me passing by?"
"Ah, I'm so sad~" He pretended to be hurt, but a smile was still on his face. "Of course it's because I wanted to talk to you."
He still smiled like an angel, but it was not as sincere as the words of concern he said a few minutes ago. Now he looked more like a pampered fake angel.
"Student Jiang Song, are you teasing me?"
The girl suddenly asked. Her voice was clear, firm, and calm, so calm that it almost sounded like an emotionless robot, making one wonder if she truly had any feelings.
"Ah, that makes me even sadder." He seemed to be truly unhappy, and his tone became even colder. After a pause, he leaned towards her a little, but still kept a proper distance from her. "Why do you say that?"
"Because you won't talk to me when other people are around."
Except for the day he asked her for apple juice, he never spoke to her.
She had clearly stared at Tom for a long time yesterday, so long that He Shizhao even spoke to her, but he had always ignored her. So why did he act so affectionate in private?
Jiang Song laughed again, but with an ambiguous meaning, and asked her, "Do you want me to talk to you like this in front of them?"
Xia Cun stared at him for a while: "I didn't say that."
Maybe that would be troublesome, at least Zhuo Manyi would be angry.
After saying this, she withdrew her gaze from his face and looked at the swaying light on the sea.
Jiang Song also sat upright, looking at the same sea as her, but they could never focus their eyes on the same light.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Song suddenly said, "It's better to say...tankyuu."
"tankyuu?"
Jiang Song leaned over and wrote two words on the wet sand with his fingers: 探探. It turns out that the pronunciation of "探探" in Japanese is たんきゅう, which seems to be very similar to the Chinese pronunciation.
So, what Jiang Song meant was that he was not teasing her, but exploring her?
"Nana?"
She suddenly uttered something in Japanese, the ending syllable wavering and a bit awkward. It was a common English word like "Why," a Japanese word that perhaps everyone knew.
She heard Jiang Song chuckle and turned her gaze back to him again.
What was he laughing at? Was it funny that she spoke Japanese?
"Because..." he began, but then paused for a long time. Finally, he complained in a childish tone, "It's so difficult to explain. I'll tell you after I learn Chinese well."
"Can you learn Chinese in 30 days?"
Xia had doubts.
He has been back home for several months, hasn't he?
"Don't underestimate me, Existence-chan."
Jiang Song smiled in a fake way, and Xia Cun looked at him seriously.
There was a sudden vibration on her wrist. She raised her wrist and saw that it was a reply from Yao.
Jiang Song caught a glimpse of her movements and asked casually, "Who?"
Xia Cun didn't answer and pretended not to understand.
She thought of an idiom, "speaking insincerely", but she was not sure whether it was the right way to describe Jiang Song at the moment - he was talking about learning Chinese well the previous second, but the next second he even said the short word "who" in Japanese. Could she conclude that he was not speaking the truth?
She put her phone away without reading the reply.
Perhaps because he saw that she ignored the other person, Jiang Song stopped asking who that person was.
The waves surged onto the shore again and again, the cloud shadows floated layer by layer, and the sun flickered unsteadily.
It seemed like a long time had passed, so long that Xia Cun realized that the vacation was passing. At this time, she finally discovered something that had not changed for a long time.
It was Jiang Song's hand resting on his knee, the hand that was covered in sand just from writing on the beach.
She blinked, lowered her head, picked up the bottle of wet mineral water, and asked him, "Do you want to wash your hands?"
Jiang Song looked at his right hand, finally moved it, smiled and said: "どうもありがと." (Thank you very much.)
Xia Cun unscrewed the bottle cap and the remaining cool water slowly poured out.
The boy's fingers were long, beautiful, with distinct joints. Even his nail beds were favored by the Creator. It seemed that there was no physical flaw to be found on his body.
The moment the purified water poured out, Xia Zun thought to herself that she had spent another dollar on Jiang Song. Jiang Song seemed to be very expensive.
"Why are you ignoring me? Nande, Nande?" Jiang Song asked, as if intentionally repeating the Japanese sentence she had just said.
"What are you talking about?"
He thought for a moment and said, "Do you want to know how to respond to 'thank you' in Japanese?"
It seemed as if he was suggesting that she should respond to him at least.
"In no mood."
"Is that so..." He was a little disappointed, and then asked abruptly, "Do you want to eat puff?"
Parfait, Pafe, Parfait, Ice cream sundae... A string of words related to parfait flashed through Xia Cun's mind, because she knew very early that Jiang Song liked to eat parfait.
Was he inviting her?
They would take a bus to the city and walk into a dreamy sundae ice cream shop. She would order a sundae with chopped nuts and mango pulp, letting Jiang Song know that these were the sources of his allergies, but...
"I'll want to eat it tomorrow," said Xia Cun.
"Nana?"
"Because I want to talk a lot with Jiang Song tomorrow."
The words were straightforward. Even though Jiang Song had understood some of her reasons when she said this, he would not have thought that she would say it so frankly.
He really wanted to ask "nande" again, a sincere question from the bottom of his heart, but Xia Cun suddenly left the stone wall like the wind, taking away the empty plastic bottle with water mist on it.
なんで?
The author has something to say:
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なんで：nan de
Having written this far, I silently added a sentence to the copy: Who is it that is so unpredictable? [Milk Tea]
Anyway, my sister spent 1 RMB on Xiao Jiang [pat on the head]
Finally! Some chapters may have a lot of Japanese, but the author thinks it's necessary. I'll try my best to make it more comfortable for everyone to read! [Hug]
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