Day Four: “Ah—Dad—Mom—No—So many have appeared!” I was scared and fell off the stool.
“Oh, the cat has suddenly grown so many pimples! The little beauty is turning into a little clown,” Ouyang Zichen teased, touching my face.
This is advanced oil-rubbing.
I angrily turned away, imagining my face full of pimples. NO!!! I’d rather die than look like that!
“I… I can’t live anymore… don’t stop me… I’ll just go commit suicide!” I grabbed Ouyang Zichen’s arm dramatically.
“Was I stopping you?” he raised both hands, unhelpfully.
“Can’t you play along?” I got up, dusted myself off, and went to find Xiao Yin. He’s so good, he definitely won’t mock me.
Feng Qingyin gazed at me, gently stroking my face and touching my pimples. “How do you feel?”
“Yes,” I said, “Someone is touching my forehead.”
Feng Qingyin rolled her eyes. “I mean, does it hurt?”
“Oh, not much.” Little Qingyin was scolding me. I won’t invite her to good food next time, hmph.
After a moment, she said, “Seems like just a rash from environmental adaptation.”
And then? My acne-fighting plan just fizzled out.
Ah, the troubles of a beautiful young girl are endless.
“What are you doing?” I suddenly jumped out, startling the two people talking in the pavilion.
The woman in blue clothing resembled a young maidservant, her dress embroidered with purple orchids, hair in double buns, facing away from me. Startled, she suddenly pushed away Zi Chen and ran off.
Ouyang Zi Chen, bewildered, walked towards me with a smile: “Did my cat miss me and come looking for me?”
I ignored him and walked away angrily. Damn Zi Chen! I hate you the most!
This left Ouyang Zi Chen puzzled, wondering what he had said wrong. He had never experienced affection before, having killed any creature that approached him. He pondered the meaning of “liking,” reflecting on how he eagerly wanted to see the cat and felt happy for her smile.
— Contemplating the meaning of “liking” —
I looked at the dense crowd of refugees with a dark expression, slapping my forehead in frustration. Damn, they’re treating me like a Taoist priest from Maoshan! Even a Taoist priest couldn’t bring the dead back to life!
