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Mobile phones, cameras, cars, air conditioners weren’t the only things Lin Qingyu knew about Jiang Xing’s hometown. He also knew a little about the food here. Fortunately, Jiang Xing often talked to him about these things. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to maintain his composure in this strange world.
“I want to eat what you often eat.” Lin Qingyu said.
What Jiang Xing most frequently ate were the housekeeper’s home cooked meals. During the National Day holiday, their housekeeper had asked for leave and when his aunt heard about it, she invited him over to eat. Obviously, he couldn’t bring a stranger to his aunt’s house. It didn’t cost much to treat someone to a meal. He’ll just treat it as entertaining an online friend he was finally meeting face-to-face.
Jiang Xing saw a shopping mall near the exhibition hall and suggested, “Shall we go to the shopping mall?”
Lin Qingyu said, “Shopping mall? Do they sell your clothes there? I want to change.” It was really quite hot here and not only was his current outfit very eye-catching, it could also cause heat stroke if worn for too long.
Jiang Xing looked at the beauty quietly — Is it not enough that you’re cheating me out of a meal, you’re also cheating me out of a set of clothes?
Fine, with your beauty, being cheated is worth it.
The two walked to the entrance of the mall. Lin Qingyu didn’t have a mobile phone and couldn’t scan his code to enter. Fortunately, he could register manually.
Lin Qingyu looked at the strangely shaped pen and said to Jiang Xing, “You write for me.”
Jiang Xing was a little puzzled. He picked up the pen and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Lin Qingyu.”
Jiang Xing paused. “Which Qingyu?”
“The Qing for clear and the Yu for feathers.”
Jiang Xing smiled and said, “What a coincidence. I just read a novel called “Huai’s Refusal of the Monarch” and there was a character named Lin Qingyu in it.”
Lin Qingyu said lightly, “En, I’m that Lin Qingyu from “Huai’s Refusal of the Monarch”.”
Jiang Xing thought he must have heard wrong. “Huh?”
The two of them standing there at the entrance to the mall, registering, meant that they were in the way of others who wanted to get in. Jiang Xing didn’t have time to ask and simply said, “What’s your ID number and mobile phone number?”
Lin Qingyu said, “I don’t have that sort of thing.”
Something was wrong; something was very wrong. Jiang Xing put down the pen and took Lin Qingyu aside. He asked, “What did you mean by that just now?”
“I meant what I said literally.” Lin Qingyu said, “I am from the Dayu and you and I also met in the Dayu.”
Jiang Xing looked like he’d seen a ghost. This... should he praise Lin Qingyu’s con for being novel?
Lin Qingyu thought it necessary to explain clearly to Jiang Xing. “It’s a long story. Let’s go someplace cool and I’ll explain to you in detail.”
Jiang Xing regained his composure and saw a nearby milk tea dessert shop that didn’t require you to register. And so he took Lin Qingyu inside and sat him down. “You wait here for me.”
“Where are you going?”
“Aren’t you hungry?” Ever since Lin Qingyu said he was hungry, it kept nagging in his mind, “I’ll go buy you something to eat.”
Lin Qingyu’s lips curved into a smile. “Thank you.”
Jiang Xing bought two cups of milk tea, four donuts and eight egg tarts. He inserted the straw for Lin Qingyu and handed it over. “Here, try it.”
“You have to change out of that Hanfu before we talk about anything else.” Jiang Xing still had countless questions in his mind, but the strange thing was that he was more concerned about whether Lin Qingyu felt hot in his outfit. “I’ll take you to my house and you can wear my clothes for now — Is that all right?”
“Of course its fine. I’ve always wanted to visit your house.” Lin Qingyu said, “How do we get there?”
Jiang Xing turned on his phone and glanced at the taxi app. It was the National Day holiday and it was dinner time, there were a lot of people taking taxis and the APP warned him that he’d have to wait at least 20 minutes.
“I want to try riding that.” Lin Qingyu pointed to a car passing in front of them. “Can you drive?”
Jiang Xing’s heart tightened and he said, a little bit defensively, “Uh, no.”
Lin Qingyu was a little disappointed. “I thought you could do everything.”
Jiang Xing felt that he’d been dealt a violent hit.
Lin Qingyu remembered that Jiang Xing came here on a shared bicycle. He asked, “Are we going home on a shared bicycle?”
“Let me take you to take the subway.” Jiang Xing said leisurely, “You came all the way from the Dayu, how could you miss Line 3 and Line 5 during the evening rush in Guangzhou? I must take you to experience it.”
“Subway?” Lin Qingyu looked around and saw a sign with the word “subway” written on it, “Are we going there?”
Jiang Xing’s face changed slightly and he thought he had caught a flaw. “Wait a minute, if you’re really from ancient times, how can you read simplified characters? You also know about shared bicycles?”
“You taught me.”
“Okay, my apologies.”
Lin Qingyu walked towards the subway station, but was stopped by Jiang Xing. “I was just kidding with you,” Jiang Xing said with a smile, “You can’t squeeze into the subway with your clothes like that.”
Jiang Xing called their family driver. “Uncle Chen, it’s me. Are you free now? Can you come and pick me up? ...No, not the one near the school. It’s the holidays, I’m not staying there anymore. It’s the one in Zhujiang New Town. My current location is...”
It would take about ten minutes for the driver to get to them. Jiang Xing hung up the phone. He looked at the beauty in splendid clothes holding a cup of milk tea and called out hesitantly, “Lin Qingyu?”
Huh? Why did it feel so awkward?
Lin Qingyu raised his head, furrowed his brows and said, displeased, “What did you call me?”
Jiang Xing quickly changed his words. “Qingyu.” As soon as he said this, Jiang Xing suddenly became enlightened and at ease. “How about you take the wig off first? Just looking at it makes me feel hot. It must be worse for you.”
“Have you gone dumb from shock?” Lin Qingyu sighed, “This is my hair.”
Men in ancient times did have long hair. Jiang Xing stared at Lin Qingyu’s long locks of hair hanging down his chest and said, “Are you really not wearing a wig?”
“En.” Lin Qingyu knew that Jiang Xing liked touching his hair, “Do you want to touch it?”
Jiang Xing was stunned. He asked, “Can I touch it?”
Lin Qingyu said, “If it’s you, you’re free to touch it.” Jiang Xing had touched every part of his body, inside and out.
Jiang Xing stretched out his hand and carefully picked up Lin Qingyu’s long hair. It was very light, very soft; silky and cool.
In an instant, a picture vaguely flashed through Jiang Xing’s mind: he and Lin Qingyu were lying together on a large bed. Lin Qingyu was lying on his back and he was lying on his side, carelessly playing with Lin Qingyu’s long silky hair.
Holy crap, Lin Qingyu really did seem to be his wife.
This was cause for celebration!