My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!-Chapter 212: Jin Cangcang and Verdant Green Extra 6
This New Year’s holiday seems exceptionally long, Fu Yan grabs a bite alone every day or dines over at Uncle Wang’s.
That guy named Du Chengjun comes every few days, always chatting and laughing with someone, as if a blind date might actually pan out.
Uncle Wang, seeing what was on his mind, sat with him on the steps at the doorway and handed him a cigarette.
"What’re you looking at?"
"Looking at the scenery. Never realized when I was a kid that our town’s scenery was this beautiful."
"So, are you looking at the scenery or the people?" Uncle Wang snickered.
Fu Yan, a bit embarrassed, admitted with great candor: "At people."
"I saw it from long ago, you’re interested in our Cancan," Uncle Wang took a puff of his cigarette, "That young man and Cancan won’t work out, rest assured."
"How do you know?"
"What can’t I see?" Uncle Wang chuckled, skillfully inhaling from his cigarette.
Fu Yan followed his lead, taking a puff: "Your niece is too hard to chase."
"Take it slow, no rush, by the way, when are you going back to work in the city?"
"Probably on a work day, still got a week."
Uncle Wang nodded, "Tomorrow your Aunt Wang and I are visiting relatives."
"Is Jin Can going too?"
Uncle Wang: "No, those are relatives from her mother’s side, she’s not familiar with them, so she won’t come with us."
Fu Yan nodded, pinching the cigarette, thoughtfully staring at the rising smoke.
Uncle Wang patted his shoulder then went inside.
At that time, Jin Can sent Du Chengjun off, then dawdled back; seeing Fu Yan sitting in front of her house, her steps slowed increasingly.
Fu Yan smiled and said, "I remember, you weren’t like this before."
Fu Yan figured out Jin Can, who wouldn’t be swayed by tenderness.
Whenever someone is tougher than her, she starts to falter.
Jin Can ignored him, sidestepping him to enter the yard.
Fu Yan grabbed her hand.
Her hand was cool, fair, and smooth.
Jin Can glanced into the house, lowering her voice in warning: "Let go."
Fu Yan’s lips curled playfully, deliberately holding tight.
It was only when Wang Xinyu came back from outside that Fu Yan leisurely released her hand.
Jin Can glared at Fu Yan, then turned and went inside.
Wang Xinyu, sensing tension between them, slung an arm over Fu Yan’s shoulder, grinning, "What did you do to my sister again?"
"Just touched her little hand."
Wang Xinyu gave a thumbs up: "Awesome, Brother Yan, how did you manage that? Teach me, I like a girl at school but haven’t dared to confess yet."
Fu Yan took a drag of his cigarette, blowing out a few words: "All about having thick skin, not afraid of a beating."
Wang Xinyu was incredibly impressed.
The next morning, Uncle Wang took Aunt Wang to visit relatives, leaving only Jin Can and Wang Xinyu at home.
Wang Xinyu, a young man in his early twenties, reminded him much of himself from that age, extremely addicted to video games.
Since starting work, Fu Yan rarely played video games, but these couple of days, to get close to Wang Xinyu, he picked it up again.
After all, having passed through that age himself, he understood well the mindset of someone his age.
Fu Yan spent two days gaming with Wang Xinyu, who called him brother, more intimately than actual kin.
That evening, Wang Xinyu suddenly ran to find Fu Yan, the boy secretly rubbing his hands, cheerful: "Brother Yan, come sleep in my room tonight."
Fu Yan agreed without a second thought.
Houses in the town mostly had their own yards, and the interiors were no different from those in big cities.
It was Fu Yan’s first time upstairs, with two rooms side by side.
Wang Xinyu pulled him into one room, the one next door, belonged to Jin Can.
"Brother Yan, all these are my treasures."
Wang Xinyu showed him some comic books, some mechanical equipment, some figurines, and various discs.
"I have plenty of those at home."
Then Wang Xinyu dragged him to play games, Fu Yan absent-mindedly played two rounds with Wang Xinyu, his mind was on the room next door.
Eventually, he casually found an excuse to go to the bathroom and walked out.
He happened to meet Jin Can coming out of the shower, dressed in cotton pajamas, her long hair pulled up into a bun, a few strands of hair hanging down in front of her forehead, her cheeks flushed from the water temperature.
Fu Yan looked at her and swallowed.
Jin Can felt his gaze was strange, she pushed the door open and went into the room.
Fu Yan came to his senses, entered the bathroom filled with steam, still lingering with the scent of shower gel.
On the washbasin, there were a lot of items for girls.
Fu Yan washed his hands and went back to Wang Xinyu’s room.
At night, a little girl came to play with Jin Can. She looked quite young, around eighteen or nineteen years old, named Song Yi, very carefree, and familiar with Jin Can and Wang Xinyu; she dragged Jin Can over to their room.
At that time, Jin Can was wearing a fluffy wine-red big bow hair band, her face smeared with a face mask, and she stood still when pulled over.
Fu Yan found it amusing.
Mainly because it was the first time he saw her at home, carefree and informal, different from how she appeared outside. At home, she actually seemed like a young girl, which was quite a contrast.
"Sis, aren’t you scary? What on earth did you smear on your face at this late hour?"
"I’m going to wash my face." Jin Can saw Fu Yan smiling with his lips curved, and turned to go to the bathroom. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
When Jin Can came back, Song Yi and Wang Xinyu were messing around and kept glancing over at Fu Yan.
"Wang Xinyu, is this your friend?"
Wang Xinyu, without lifting his head, replied with a "Hmm."
"What’s his, what’s his name?" Song Yi asked Wang Xinyu quietly, clearly feeling shy.
Wang Xinyu frowned: "He’s right here, just ask him yourself."
Her little crush being loudly pointed out by Wang Xinyu, Song Yi felt a bit embarrassed and glanced at Fu Yan.
Fu Yan, absent-minded, didn’t notice this little girl named Song Yi blushing bashfully.
His gaze occasionally fixed on the door, until the figure of Jin Can appeared.
Song Yi pulled Jin Can: "I just learned how to play four-player Dou Dizhu, want to join?"
Jin Can in card games was on par with Fu Ying, having lost several rounds.
Fu Yan, holding a red pen, leaned toward her and gently drew heart after heart on her face.
Jin Can lowered her gaze, not looking at him.
For a moment, she didn’t know whether it was because she didn’t want to or didn’t dare to look at him.
After so many years, he had changed; no longer so carefree, slightly more stable, a bit mischievous, beginning to have her under his thumb.
"Don’t look at me like that."
Fu Yan’s deep voice pulled Jin Can’s thoughts back.
Jin Can, realizing belatedly that she had been intently staring at him while zoning out, panicked for a moment and averted her gaze, her chin pinched by him as he continued to draw slowly.
Song Yi watched Fu Yan draw another heart, frowning: "Why, why are you drawing so many hearts?"
Wang Xinyu felt the atmosphere suddenly turn strange, pulling Song Yi down the stairs.
"Why are you dragging me?"
"That, let’s wash some fruit to eat upstairs."
"I’m not eating."
"It’s not just for you, eat it if you like."
"Then why did you drag me down here."
"Or, you could just go home."
"..."
The voices of Wang Xinyu and Song Yi grew fainter, and the room suddenly became quiet.
Jin Can pulled back slightly, looked at Fu Yan, not understanding what was happening, and suddenly felt uncomfortable.
