It takes about two hours to drive from Xicheng to Shanghai. Yun Xian and Jiang Ying decided to drive there on Friday afternoon, just in time for a night’s rest in Shanghai.
Jiang Ying put her small suitcase beside the cloud before going to work in the morning. There were not many things to do this week. She left an hour earlier. When she went downstairs, Yun Xian was still waiting for her at her old position.
Without waiting for him to honk the horn, Jiang Ying walked to the side of the car and sat in the co-pilot's seat.
"There are quite a lot of people traveling around on weekends. Today, the elevated road will be a bit blocked. Let's eat something to cushion the air first." Yun Xian took a paper bag from the back seat and handed it to Jiang Ying, which contained a sandwich and a glass of squeezed orange juice.
"Thank you." Jiang greeted him, took out the sandwich and unwrapped it. Two pieces of soft toast sandwiched tomato, egg and ham slices. She took a small bite and asked, "Did you make it yourself?"
"Yeah." Yun Xian pointed to the paper bag: "There is also a glass of orange juice, with a little sugar added, so it won't be too sour."
"Thank you." Jiang Ying licked the salad dressing from his mouth and took a sip of orange juice, which was moderately sweet and sour, refreshing and soothing.
Jiang Ying was really hungry, she finished the sandwich with a few bites, and she drank more than half of the orange juice.
As dusk approached, the sky gradually darkened, and the vehicles on the elevated road moved steadily.
Seeing that it would take more than an hour, Jiang Ying took out the iPad and pen from her bag and opened the drawing app.
Occasionally, when she was bored, she would draw some simple strokes to pass the time. Jiang Ying skillfully outlined the lines and colorized them. After a while, there were a few more lovely images on the canvas.
Whenever she starts to do something, she will devote herself to it. Yunxian sees her painting and turns on the lights on the roof of the car for her.
Her long hair was tied into a ponytail. She lowered her head, and the broken hair on her cheeks covered her profile, which gave off a somewhat unrelated beauty. The cabin was quiet, save for the occasional tinny sound of the Applepencil tapping the screen.
Yun Xian couldn't help being curious and glanced at her hand.
After capturing the paintings on the screen, he felt a little familiar, and realized what, Yun Xian asked, "You also draw the emoticons you often post on WeChat?"
Jiang Ying snorted: "When I'm bored, I draw and play, and many people use it when I post it to WeChat."
Yunxian recalled that she used two sets most often - one called "Why does the boss want that", and the other called "Oneday of social animals".
Thinking of the way the little girl in Q version was lying on the table and shedding tears at the computer, with the words "I am voluntary" written on her head, Yun Xian raised the corner of her mouth.
Jiang Ying often sent him this emoji. As soon as it was sent, he knew that Jiang Ying meant to work overtime today, so remember to leave a piece of cheesecake for her.
"It's cute." Yun Xian commented with a smile.
"When I was in college, I took the order and earned myself a lot of living expenses." Jiang Ying finished the last stroke and clicked save, but did not exit the drawing software. She built another canvas and had an idea in her head, which made her writing very smoothly.
Yun Xian listened to her slightly shy tone, and the corner of her mouth smiled even more.
While painting, Jiang Ying continued: "Actually, if I hadn't met my boss, I should have been a freelance painter."
Yunxian asked, "Is it your dream?"
Jiang Ying shook her head: "It doesn't count, I just think painting is very interesting. At that time in high school, because of Fu Chen's affairs, I was a little withdrawn and had low self-esteem. One is Shen Xuan and the other is me.. . . . "
Jiang Ying paused for a while, and quickly passed the two words: "One is my ex, and the other is painting. When I was in college, I would post the pictures I drew on Weibo, and there was a junior one. Thousands of fans, they always call my wife, which has built me a lot of confidence."
Yun Xian frowned and asked, "Madam?"
"Ah..." Only then did Jiang Ying realize that although she and Yun Xian were both born in the 90s, there was still a generation gap between the 90s and 95s. She patiently explained to him: "Mrs. is a title, more than Da Da. It means to be more powerful. I draw fan pictures, and fans of the original work will follow me.”
After listening to the popular science, Yun Xian couldn't fully understand the brain holes of these children, but he still found it very interesting. He then asked, "Is that fanart...is a format?"
"Well..." Jiang Ying thought for a few seconds, and tried to explain it with words he could understand: "Doujintu is, if you particularly like a work, such as comics, movies, novels, you can use your own I like to process and draw the characters or scenes in it, which is a derivative work based on the original work.”
Yun Xian nodded as if he didn't understand, and after a while he laughed at himself: "Do you think I'm an old man?"
Jiang Ying hurriedly denied: "How could it be? It's normal for you not to understand these things, like I don't know any C language or programming, and you can still punch by hand."
This word is ambiguous, and Jiang Ying realized that it was inappropriate when he said it.
An awkward silence ran through the car for a few seconds.
Jiang Ying coughed dryly and tried to make up for it: "I mean, pour coffee by hand."
Yun Xian couldn't hold back any longer, holding the steering wheel with one hand, put the other hand to his lips and smiled lowly.
The man's voice was melodious and clear, and when he laughed, he had a sense of su.
Jiang Ying felt embarrassed at the fact that he had accidentally said dirty words, and at the same time, he was moved by his laughter, and the tips of his ears were flushed red.
Yun Xian laughed for a while, but the laughter stopped, but he couldn't hold back the smile on his brows. He returned to the topic just now and asked her, "Then why did you choose to do game planning later?"
Jiang Ying said: "Actually, the prototype of the game we are working on is one of my comics. My boss, don't look at him as a dog."
Yun Xian nodded silently in agreement.
"But he was actually my Bole. After graduation, my family wanted me to have a stable job, so I went to several companies for interviews, but the results were not ideal. At that time, my boss contacted me and said he liked it a lot' "Small world" concept, and asked me if I had considered presenting it in the form of a game. He later told me some of his ideas, and I was very excited when I heard it, so I didn't hesitate at all, and directly followed him to start a business." Probably He was thirsty, so Jiang Ying took out the orange juice from the paper bag, opened the bottle cap and took a sip.
Mentioning these experiences, Jiang ushered in interest, and continued to share vividly: "My boss, you should know it, I saw you two chatting last time."
Yun Xian nodded, in order to prevent himself and Li Zhicheng from being placed in the same group by Jiang Ying, he said blankly, "I don't know each other very well."
"He has a bad temper and is uncertain. But his business ability is really lacking. He understands technology, marketing, and creativity. Although I always complain about him, I still respect him very much."
Jiang Ying tilted her head to glance at Yun Xian and slowed down her tone: "But I actually admire you the most. I heard Xinrou say, you used to be a director of an Internet company? The monthly salary is enough for me to work for a year."
Yun Xian was distracted for a moment, and answered modestly, "It's not so exaggerated. When I first joined the company, I was similar to you. I worked overtime all day, and I was also a social animal."
Jiang Ying turned the pen in his hand, with a small smile on his lips: "Although I always complain about the hard work overtime, but every time I see the comments of the players, I am still very happy, and I have a special sense of accomplishment."
"It's a good thing to have fun at work," Yunxian said. He could feel the love and enthusiasm in Jiang Ying's heart when he talked about this, his eyes were bright and sparkling.
In fact, he envied her very much—there was something she loved and worked hard for, she had expectations for life and the future, she was full of emotion, young and fresh.
This is something he never had.
In that seemingly smooth life, his greatest feeling was "It's boring to live".
He can work as hard as he can to get something, but never have ambition or desire—all because a voice keeps telling him what you want and what you should be.
He played the role of a filial son, a mature brother, an excellent student, and a dedicated employee. He was the best in the crowd.
On the surface, he is glamorous and envied by everyone, but Yun Xian knows that he will always be one of the mediocre beings.
"Seeing death as home and killing time" was once regarded by Yun Xian as the whole meaning of life.
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Arriving at a service area, Yun Xian turned the steering wheel and turned in. After stopping the car and turning off the engine, he tilted his head to look at Jiang Ying. She focused on the painting again, not distracted by the changes in the outside world.
This girl always seemed to bring him unexpected surprises, like a box of colorful mixed candies.
Yun Xian thought of Jiang Ying's circle of friends, where her lively life was recorded.
She's been to many cities, rock climbing, bungee jumping, diving, and roller coasters in six amusement parks.
I suddenly wanted to learn to skateboard, but I fell and injured my leg in the first week.
Wanting to watch the sunrise, I overslept, so I changed my plan and enjoyed an orange-pink sunset.
She also shared an interesting dream. In her dream, she carried a suitcase and went to South America alone to explore. She made three exclamation points in a row to express her excitement when she met a lion in the depths of the forest.
He recalled the way Jiang Ying was smoking while sitting on the steps that day, and the tattoo on her left shoulder—the planet B612 and the rose in the glass cover.
So is she the little prince who searches the universe
Jiang Ying is a reckless rebel and a romantic adventurer. She is like an inextinguishable flame on the wasteland. She is young and hot, and she is invincible in the process of pursuing the limit.
She struggles to break free from the world, and loves the world paradoxically.
If there was a soft, warm, beating heart in front of you, would you resist being attracted to her
It was a cloudy and rainy day recently, and it was getting dark earlier than usual. It was already nighttime, and the branches were swaying outside the car window, which was a sign of the wind.
Yunxian raised his hand and turned off the lights on the roof of the car.
There was a clicking sound, and the car fell into darkness, and the crisp citrus scent permeated the whole body. It was unclear whether it was the bergamot on him or the orange juice Jiang Ying had drunk.
Yunxian let out a light breath, turned his body side by side, and approached little by little.
"Ding—" There was a beep from the phone, and there was new news.
"Yun Xian, look!" Jiang Ying just wanted to raise her head after sending the message, but she slammed into a hard object.
She snorted softly, covered her forehead, and asked Yun Xian, "Why are you leaning over suddenly?"
Yun Xian frowned and covered his chin, and pointed to the cabinet: "I'll take the change, and I'll pay at the stop later."
"Oh." After all, the chin is a little more fragile, Jiang Ying asked apologetically, "Are you okay, does it hurt?"
"Xiang... Qin?"
Jiang Ying suddenly widened her eyes and clasped the iPad in her arms, looking at Yun Xian vigilantly.
"Why did you note this for me?"
"You read it wrong, it's not you, it's a colleague of mine, her name is Xiangqin."
Yun Xian glanced at her suspiciously, took her phone to unlock the screen, yes, she was sending him a message just now, and the page was the same.
But soon Yunxian's attention was attracted by the painting on the screen: "What is this?"
"You and Yunbian."
The picture is in pastel tones, with a pattern of clouds drawn on a blue background. The Q version of the villain above is holding a cup of coffee, and the dialog box next to it reads the font that belongs to Jiang Ying - "Welcome to Yunbian Cafe".
Even the simple and cute style can tell at a glance who is drawing.
Yun Xian's hairstyle, the white shirt that Yun Xian likes to wear, including the mole at the moment have all been restored.
Jiang Ying held the iPad in her arms and looked at Yun Xian expectantly, as if she wanted to take credit.
Yun Xian tapped the screen a few times, saved the painting in the album, raised his hand and rubbed Jiang Ying's hair.
"Nice drawing, ma'am."
The author has something to say: Smart male protagonists know how to learn and use them.