Chapter 90 A Kiss in a Dream?

"Is this the one? Okay."
Seeing that Chen Yuan had made his choice, the shop assistant was about to help him pack it in a box, so she reached out to take it.
However, the moment she inadvertently touched the other person's fingers, the boy suddenly looked up, dumbfounded.
Huh?
What's wrong?
Wasn't it normal contact?
Besides, I didn't do it on purpose. Did he have to be so innocent?
Although you're a bit handsome, I really wasn't thinking about that. Don't be so presumptuous, handsome!
Sigh—
Sighing in her heart, Chen Yuan could only go back and re-mark Xia Xinyu again.
"Hello, it's all packed." After putting it in a small box, putting it in a bag and handing it over, the shop assistant suggested, "However, if you're close, you can put it directly on her hand."
"…Okay."
Taking out two hundred-yuan bills, paying and getting his change, Chen Yuan left the gift shop with the present.
Did he still need to buy the cake?
That one was bought by his aunt. He hadn't bought his own cake yet… Forget it, there's no need to be too focused on formalities here. It's more cost-effective to spend the money on the main meal.
After all, the two of them wouldn't be able to finish a cake anyway.
Friday…
It seems that he needs to make a plan.
At least, he needs to tell her in advance that he'll be waiting for her after school that day.
But he can't reveal what he's thinking, or the 'surprise' won't be enough.
But what am I thinking, anyway?
I've never celebrated a girl's birthday before…
It's beyond my knowledge.
Nine thirty.
It'll probably be nine forty-five when he gets back. Fortunately, Xia Xinyu definitely isn't asleep at this time. He'll knock on her door later and touch her a few times, and today's dream target will be okay.
Otherwise, if he was in a dream with that jewelry store clerk, he really wouldn't know what to do.
This commercial street is relatively close to Jingjiang, so when Chen Yuan went back, he took a slight detour and walked along the Jingjiang Park riverside path.
Before he met Xia Xinyu, he often took walks on this road. The reason why he was able to find his secret base, the lighthouse that would become popular and be fenced off for a fee, was also because he followed this road and rode his bike all the way forward.
Although this river is called a *jiang* (river), it's not wide in the urban area, generally only a little over a hundred meters.
At night, many people take walks here and release Kongming lanterns. Every seventh month of the lunar calendar, many people also come to the riverbank to release paper awning boat lanterns.
After all, this is the suburbs, and the level of control is different from the city center.
As he was walking, Chen Yuan saw the long-haired little girl he often saw when he was walking before. He had seen her several times before he met Xia Xinyu. Because she was quite eye-catching, he had a very deep memory of her.
The girl was about eleven or twelve years old, sitting in a wheelchair. Her mother would push her to Jingjiang Park in the evening.
And she just sat in the wheelchair, expressionlessly gazing at the river below and the people walking along the riverbank.
Her expressionlessness was different from Tang Siwen's, who was also expressionless.
Tang Siwen was more dull, which made her seem aloof.
She, on the other hand, seemed uninterested in everything in this world. The reason why she was still willing to come out in a wheelchair was probably because she didn't want to reject her mother, who was trying to make her optimistic.
But her sensibility was limited to this.
She wouldn't deliberately force a smile to cater to others.
Just like this, living for the sake of living.
"Ranran, shall we go down and release a Kongming lantern?" her mother suggested with a smile.
"No need." Ranran shook her head, without any waves.
"Then…" Her mother was a little embarrassed, and then pointed to a cotton candy stall, "Do you want to eat cotton candy?"
"The doctor said to try to eat less sugar."
"…It's okay to eat a little, it's not like you eat it often."
"Okay."
"Okay, Mommy will go buy it, you wait here!" After locking the wheels of the wheelchair, her mother ran to the side to buy cotton candy.
And Ranran was looking at a Kongming lantern, slowly rising higher and higher from the hands of a couple.
Suddenly, she felt some force being applied to her face.
Someone was pinching her face.
“……”
Startled, she turned her head, and a tall older brother had already left.
And she turned from being dazed to being angry: "Huh? No, what are you doing!"
Even bullying a disabled child!
Are you still human?!
Stop right there and let me punch you!
"Ranran, the cotton candy is here." Holding two cotton candies in her hands, her mother handed one of them to her.
Her angry face made her feel unexpectedly happy: "What's wrong?"
"Mom, why do you look so happy… I'm clearly angry."
"Ah… you're angry, what happened?"
Although she was angry, it was better than having no expression at all.
Emotions are also a very important part.
"No, it's nothing."
Eating the cotton candy, Ranran suddenly calmed down again.
She was just pinched on the face, which meant that the other person hadn't become so perverted to the point of being incomprehensible.
"Here we go again…"
"Mom, let's go home."
"Don't you want to stay a little longer? The evening breeze is very cool."
"I'm sleepy, let's go back."
Shen Xiaoran was trying to find a meaning in life.
This kind of thing was indeed a little too precocious for her as a sixth grader.
But just like how humans look up at the sky and construct their views of the world, this is a process of exploration.
And meaning itself is meaningless.
Of course, if there is a result, then there is meaning.
But so far, she hasn't found a result.
If she had lost her ability to walk from the beginning, she might not be so frustrated. On the contrary, she would be more willing to embrace hope than the average person.
But it just so happened to be the gap from having to not having.
A disease at the age of nine paralyzed her legs and took away her ability to walk.
When she read "Me and the Temple of Earth" before, she would only sympathize with the protagonist, but thought that he had a mother who loved him, so he should cheer up and not be so decadent.
But now looking back…
She doesn't dare to read that article anymore.
This just shows that other people's opinions don't actually help you at all.
What principles, when viewed from God's perspective, are so clear, easy to understand, and taken for granted.
But after these misfortunes really befall you, people will only become irritable, roaring at fate, why is it so unfair.
For a sixth grade child, this kind of thought is too deep.
So, she let her mental age no longer stay in the sixth grade.
Those social people who live a life worse than death every day and can still not die are the role models she deserves to respect.
Just like the perverted brother who pinched her face and ran away just now, perhaps she shouldn't be angry, but smile and nod: It's okay brother, I hope you're happy!
Actively rotting is also a kind of positivity.
"Let's read *The Little Prince* today."
Before going to bed, her mother routinely recommended a bedtime story suitable for children.
"No need, I'll read *Stellar Transformations*."
Shen Xiaoran picked up a physical copy of an online novel and rejected her mother's *The Little Prince*.
"…Okay, go to bed early."
"Okay."
"Good night, baby."
When her mother brought her lips close to her, Shen Xiaoran also consciously turned her face away.
Then, her mother left the room.
Shen Xiaoran read *Stellar Transformations* for a while, then gradually felt sleepy.
So, she put the book on the bedside table and slowly fell asleep…
……
Shen Xiaoran was lying on a clean, dust-free bed, looking at the boy by the window, sitting at her desk doing problems, and asked, "Who are you, why are you in my room?"
"The monthly exam is coming up soon, I'm borrowing your room, don't mind me."
When Chen Yuan entered the dream, he brought a set of math and a set of English test papers, as well as paper, pen, and an alarm clock.
Studying in a dream, although it will cause mental fatigue, but the body is sleeping after all, and it does not affect the state of the next day.
This precious time cannot be wasted.
——Mental Times House.
Originally, he was thinking of touching Xinyu again after returning home, and studying hard with her in the dream.
But after all, that's Xinyu…
Sometimes, she teaches questions better than Lao Mo.
Sometimes, she can influence herself more than Zhou Yu.