Chapter 6
Jiang Jiawei, who was inexplicably stuffed with three cups of milk tea, stood there stunned for a while, glancing at Mu Zhengxi, who had already inexplicably walked away.
Self-doubt.
Have you spoken up and said it yourself?
The person, hands in pockets and strode with a cheerful gait, had shaken off the gloom of the morning's unexpected turn of events and was quite satisfied with how they had handled the situation.
He gazed at the girl's retreating figure.
Mu Zhengxi thought to himself, "I'm the hero sent by heaven to save you."
The next morning.
Mu Zhengxi spent half a day scratching lottery tickets at the sports lottery shop next to the stationery store, but he didn't win anything and there was no sign of Jiang Jiawei. He also couldn't stay long because he had to catch his afternoon flight.
"Good morning, handsome, what would you like to eat?"
His future father-in-law greeted him warmly.
His father-in-law is really handsome. He's wearing a sleeveless black top and jeans. Even in such a simple outfit, his casual movements look like a movie star shooting a magazine. If it were any other time, Mu Zhengxi would have just stepped up and said, "Hey bro."
But at this moment.
The way he called him "uncle" was a little weak.
Jiang Weichao had a good impression of Mu Zhengxi, but the boy seemed a little awkward and strange today, so he asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"Huh?" Mu Zhengxi quickly waved his hand, "No, no." Please don't think he's weak, he quickly said in a clear, deep voice, "I'm just a little hot."
Autumn has already passed in the north, but the weather forecast for coastal cities in the south was still issuing daily high-temperature warnings last night.
The long summer seems to have no end in sight.
"Come in and sit down quickly."
Jiang Weichao was still worried about his two children getting heatstroke and fever recently, so he thoughtfully brought Mu Zhengxi a table fan and made him a bowl of mung bean soup. "It's really hot today, please don't get heatstroke."
These actions reminded Mu Zhengxi of Jiang Weichao, who was confined to his sickbed after becoming paralyzed. He made up his mind once again that since God had given him a hint in advance, he must not let this happen again.
Jiang Weichao brought over the food Mu Zhengxi had ordered and gave him an extra tea egg. "Young man, you're not from around here, are you?"
Having been in business for many years, Jiang Weichao dared not speak of his other abilities, but he was confident in his facial recognition skills; Mu Zhengxi was definitely not a resident of this area.
"I am from Hanyang."
"Hanyang? So you're here for fun?"
"Um..." Mu Zhengxi's mind raced. Considering that he would definitely come here often in the future, this excuse was definitely not going to work. "I'm here to see my grandma. My grandma lives here."
"It's so far, you'd have to take a plane."
"It's not far, it only takes a few hours to get there."
There weren't many people in the shop at the moment. Jiang Weichao sat across from him at a table and chatted casually. "You and your grandma must have a very good relationship."
"Yes." Mu Zhengxi licked his lips, chuckled dryly, and apologized to Ms. Wang Liping, whom he had never met before. "Please forgive your grandson, Amitabha."
Judging from Mu Zhengxi's clothes and demeanor, one could sense that his family was quite well-off. Jiang Weichao couldn't help but sigh, thinking that the farthest Jiang Jiawei and Jiang Jiayi had ever been was to visit his sister in Qingsong City in the neighboring province, and they had only traveled by train; they had never even flown on a plane.
A few years ago, due to his wife's illness, he sold the house and spent a lot of money. After Jiang Jiawei went to high school, he was worried about the distance from their original home, so he closed the original barbershop and moved here to open a breakfast stall, which also cost him a lot of money. It seems that it will be difficult to take them out of the province by plane in the next two years.
Just as I was thinking this, my son's voice interrupted me.
"dad."
Jiang Jiayi, wearing her school uniform, ran down and paused when she caught sight of Mu Zhengxi sitting in her usual spot.
Mu Zhengxi was planning when he would come again when he looked up and saw the boy pulling his father, craning his neck and bending over, whispering something mysteriously, while also stealing glances at him.
Is he going to tattle on himself?
She just didn't notice and gave him some fancy stationery that girls usually use.
"Don't talk nonsense." Jiang Weichao patted his son on the shoulder. "Go on, don't be late."
Jiang Jia turned around and glanced at Mu Zhengxi, only to find that the man was focused on eating and seemed unaware of the commotion.
Yeah, right.
After the person left.
Mu Zhengxi hurriedly looked at his father-in-law and asked casually, "You still have classes on the weekend?"
"Oh, the school teacher sent him to participate in competition training." Jiang Weichao's face showed a proud expression as he asked Mu Zhengxi, "You should still be in school, right?"
Since her tone remained unchanged, Jiang Jiayi probably didn't say anything bad about herself.
"Yes, I'm a sophomore in high school."
"Grade 11, huh? That's the same as my daughter, she goes to the school across the street." Jiang Weichao looked at Mu Zhengxi. "You're so tall, you must be over 1.85 meters, right?"
Although I don't want to admit it, height isn't like underwear, where you can't pretend you have it even if you're not wearing any, because nobody can see it.
"Just a little bit short."
No way, is the trial by his father-in-law already starting? He wasn't prepared at all. What should he do? What should he do? Mu Zhengxi put down his chopsticks and quickly sat up straight. It's never wrong to straighten his attitude first. He added urgently, "If he jumps a little more, he'll definitely get it."
Jiang Weichao nodded in affirmation, "Yes, you're only in your second year of high school, you can still grow taller. Your parents must be quite tall too."
"My dad is 1.795 meters tall, and my mom is 1.67 meters tall."
"No wonder you're so tall." Jiang Weichao said with a hint of melancholy, "I wonder if my son will be able to grow as tall as you in the future."
"ha??"
He's only halfway through preparing his personal information.
However, when he mentioned this, Mu Zhengxi's mood suddenly became less pleasant. He vaguely remembered that Jiang Jiayi, who was now as thin as a bean sprout, had grown to 1.87 meters tall in just a few years. How could anyone tolerate a southerner being taller than him?
Mu Zhengxi reasonably suspected that a large part of the reason why the two disliked each other was due to their genes.
"Uncle, I'm leaving!"
"Okay, come again next time."
"Definitely! Definitely!"
On the last day of September, every face in the school radiated the freedom and joy of being released from prison.
Of these, Mu Yashan was the happiest.
Her birthday falls on the second day of National Day, which means she can celebrate without any worries. She had already planned to go to Hong Kong Disneyland to celebrate her birthday during the summer vacation. She is the only girl among her peers, and every year the festivities are so grand that people would think it's a major birthday celebration.
Mu Zhengxi was completely uninterested in birthday celebrations, and even found them annoying. But Mu Yashan wouldn't let him off the hook, because from a certain perspective, as the older brother, Mu Zhengxi was very good at satisfying his vanity in front of girls.
Too lazy to go out and socialize, Mu Zhengxi hid in the dressing room, lying listlessly on the sofa, ignoring Mu Yashan's screams as he wrinkled his ironed shirt, and watching indifferently as she tried on the seventh, eighth, ninth, or tenth princess dresses that he could only distinguish by color.
Finally, we decided on the first pair to try on.
Then I sat down at the vanity and began the grand makeup project.
Looking at the makeup artist in the mirror applying various brushes to Mu Yashan's face, Mu Zhengxi naturally thought of Jiang Jiawei.
There's nothing strange about that.
Because Jiang Jiawei is also a makeup artist, she became a top-notch makeup artist in her early twenties that even Mu Yashan wanted to book.
To be honest, Mu Zhengxi still hasn't figured out what he likes about Jiang Jiawei. From what he can see now, it's clearly not her looks or her figure.
However, he vaguely remembered that Jiang Jiawei once said in an interview, when the host asked her why she chose him, "Because he is the only guy who would seriously watch me work."
Tsk, it's not because of my face after all?
But when did I develop a liking for watching other people put on makeup?
Mu Zhengxi sat up. There must be some reason to this. Every time Mu Yashan was putting on makeup, he would fall asleep without exception. How could he, at twenty-four years old, have such a habit?
Could it be... the person slowly lay back down and closed their eyes.
Their faces were no more than ten centimeters apart. The girl, wearing a mask and only showing her eyes, asked, "Can you get my eyebrows trimmed?"
Closed eyes indicate consent.
The cool fingers touched his forehead, like the sudden splash of air conditioning water on him while walking outdoors in summer. His back tensed up involuntarily. The sleeve of his clothes, which smelled of a faint blend of perfume and fragrance, swayed around his nose. Surprisingly, it smelled very pleasant and not pungent. When the eyebrow razor blade cut across his skin, Mu Zhengxi, who had unconsciously swallowed, sat up with a start and cursed under his breath.
Mu Yashan found Mu Zhengxi's frequent sit-ups strange. Before she could say anything, the man tumbled awkwardly off the sofa, leaving only his back view as he fled out of the room.
As he walked, Mu Zhengxi tugged at his collar, deeply feeling that the cut Jiang Jiawei had made on his eyebrow wasn't just a slash, but a throat slit.
The bathroom sink water temperature was set to the lowest setting, wetting the overloaded, burning throat. The billowing white smoke enveloped the inexperienced, weak-willed high school virgin.
What reacts faster and more honestly than attraction is the primal desire of animal nature.
The brick wall behind me had a good cooling effect, my eyebrows twitched involuntarily, and when I closed my eyes I could feel the tactile sensation of blades moving around me. The dryness spread inch by inch to my stomach.
This is truly bizarre.
Okay.
Jiang Jiawei held up a mirror for Chen Jingyu to see.
The girl in the mirror had her long hair casually tied up, and her finely trimmed eyebrows cast just the right shadows on her eyes. Beneath the willow leaves, a pool of summer water flowed gently, cool and refreshing. Her still-childish face was like an unopened lotus bud.
"Wow! It looks so good! Jiajia, you're amazing!!!" Chen Jingyu turned her face from side to side with satisfaction, and leaned closer to the mirror to look at her neatly trimmed eyebrows.
"Your skills are even better than the makeup artist who did my sister's bridal makeup last time."
Jiang Jiawei put away the eyebrow razor. "It's because your eyebrows are naturally very beautiful. Anyone with a little experience can make them look great."
"No way! Last time, my sister's makeup artist almost shaved all my eyebrows off. Anyway, you're the best in my heart." Chen Jingyu put down the mirror, moved closer to Jiang Jiawei, hugged her arm, and shook it. "I don't care, I have my piano exam next month, and you have to come and do my makeup and braid my hair!"
Jiang Jiawei was so dizzy from being shaken that she repeatedly agreed.
Everything probably depends on some innate genes. As the descendant of a hairdresser and a makeup artist, Jiang Jiawei showed great interest in makeup and hairstyles from a young age, and under her mother's guidance and teaching, she also showed a certain talent.
Unfortunately, Jiang Jiawei looked at her mother, framed in a photograph, on the desk and felt a pang of disappointment.
Chen Jingyu said, "I thought you were going to your grandma's house for National Day."
"Jia Yi didn't go back because he had to attend competition training."
"Thank goodness you didn't go back, or I would have been bored to death. You went back for more than a month during summer vacation, and I didn't know who to look for. Please don't leave for so long next time!"
Jiang Jiayi's health has always been poor due to premature birth. In the first half of this year, she was hospitalized several times due to a cold. The doctor suggested that she could swim in moderation to improve her cardiopulmonary function. So this summer, Jiang Weichao closed his shop and accompanied them back to the countryside, where he specially took them swimming in the wild for a month to exercise.
Jiang Jiawei said with a smile, "Then I'll take you to my grandma's house next time!"
"It's a deal!" Chen Jingyu patted her thigh. "But I don't want to go swimming. I don't want to get a tan."
Jiang Jiawei applied eyeshadow to her, asking, "How about trying this color today?"
"I'll listen to you. You're the makeup artist, so it's your decision."
Girlhood is like a colorful eyeshadow palette, shimmering in the sunlight and carrying a fragrance, with floating fantasies filling every wasted second.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Sis, can I come in? Dad said he'd give you some watermelon."
"Can."
After receiving permission, Jiang Jiayi pushed open the door and entered, placing the watermelon on the ground. She asked, "Sister, can I stay here and watch you draw?"
When Jiang Jiawei's mother passed away, Jiang Jiayi was only eight years old. Jiang Jiawei, who was three years older than him, was not only his older sister but also took on some of the roles of his mother. Perhaps due to a chick complex, Jiang Jiayi always clung to her side.
Chen Jingyu was used to this and didn't mind at all, because Jiang Jiayi was the perfect example of a dream boy, completely different from her own nemesis. He was not only obedient but also good-looking.
People naturally tend to have a preference for attractive people and things.
Chen Jingyu teased him, "Jiang Jiayi will have your sister draw one for you too."
Jiang Jia shook her head, "I don't want to, only girls wear makeup."
Jiang Jiawei hugged her younger brother tightly. "Who says only girls wear makeup? Have you forgotten how Mom did your makeup for your graduation performance? There are still photos at home."
The person whose ticklish spot was touched laughed and resisted, saying, "Anyway, I don't want to."
Chen Jingyu exclaimed, "Jiang Jiayi, you would be so beautiful if you were a girl!"
That fair skin, double eyelids, and a pert nose.
"Exactly, I think so too!"
Jiang Jiawei was squeezing her younger brother's face.
"I'm not a girl, I'm a boy!"
The person who broke free from her sister's grasp stood up and ran out.
Jiang Jiawei called out towards the door, "Jiang Jiayi! Could you go buy us a cup of milk tea?"
"knew."
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