The Blonde Girl

After finishing their noodles and chatting for a while, it was time for Gao Dewei board the train. Miao Yingying gave him an orange to eat.

The four people watched Gao Dewei, dressed in a black shirt and trousers, walk into the train station from behind. They waved goodbye, but didn't have much of an emotion. Nowadays, with advanced transportation and especially convenient social communication, it's truly like being close at hand even when you're far away.

"Human emotions dominate the development of literature and art. Modern people's emotions are becoming increasingly simplistic and crude. In small matters, they lack the subtlety and intensity of the past. From the current long-term perspective, the fields of literature and art should be on a downward trend." Liu Chang'an thought carefully and came to a conclusion. "Normal people no longer have as many emotional fluctuations and reflections to immerse themselves in their inner world. Therefore, in the future, people who experience psychological, physiological, spiritual, or other deficiencies or confusion in their souls may achieve results in literature and art that amaze ordinary people... but that's probably all. However, since the overall upper limit of literature and art has decreased, the average person's appreciation ability will also decrease."

"What are you saying?" Miao Yingying had no idea what Liu Chang'an was talking about.

"That makes sense... but why do I feel like you're saying that only people with some flaws would become writers and artists?" Bai Hui understood Liu Chang'an's meaning.

"I was just saying." Liu Chang'an really was just saying it casually.

"You guys can discuss it slowly. I need to go pick up my grandparents. My mom went to the high-speed rail station to wait for me," An Nuan said, glancing at her watch.

"Be careful on the road." Liu Chang'an also gave An Nuan an orange.

Miao Yingying bought all the oranges; they were quite expensive. She bought five, one for each person. Miao Yingying An Nuan ate one after finishing her noodles, while Liu Chang'an left one for An Nuan.

"Thank you for the oranges." An Nuan smiled, waved to Bai Hui and Miao Yingying, and ran to take the subway.

Liu Chang'an watched An Nuan's back. The girl's movements as she ran were quite beautiful, without the bulky feeling of a mature woman. When Liu Chang'an was making clothes last time, he searched for underwear styles and accidentally saw Kardashian's big butt. People from different worlds have different aesthetics, so he couldn't understand it.

"She's your girlfriend now, what are you staring at for?" Miao Yingying said sourly.

"But she's really beautiful." Liu Chang'an said matter-of-factly. He saw An Nuan in his first year of high school and thought she was exceptionally beautiful. Back then, she was still a bit naive, with a unique kind of innocent beauty.

"I can't stand you." Miao Yingying snorted. Actually, as a girl, Miao Yingying knew how beautiful An Nuan was. Girls could look at her endlessly and never get tired of her, let alone boys. But she was Bai Hui's good friend. As long as Lu Yuan and Qian Ning weren't bothering Bai Hui, Miao Yingying would play with Bai Hui and spend a lot of time together.

"An Nuan wants to learn to dance?" Bai Hui naturally more sensitive to An Nuan. She could tell from An Nuan's expression and eyes when watching the video that she was praising on the surface but eager to try it out.

This made Bai Hui feel somewhat challenged. Although basic skills are very important in dancing, learning a dance may not be difficult, but an expert can clearly judge how well you dance and how skilled you are. However... most people are not experts. Most people look at faces, legs, and figures. For a girl like An Nuan, her legs are enough to attract attention.

"Let's learn together." Liu Chang'an nodded.

"How did you dance?" Miao Yingying asked with great interest.

"I can breakdance, do the laundry dance, and I'm especially good at Yangko dancing. In the early days of the People's Republic of China, the streets and squares were filled with officially organized Yangko dances. Besides beautifying the Volkswagen's spirit, it also served as a means of establishing military and social order during the new regime's reforms. Accompanying various social movements such as reforms and leaps forward, the atmosphere was filled with joy under the influence of Yangko dances..."

"Wait... stop." Miao Yingying raised her hand. "What I mean is, Bai Hui wants to dance and needs a boy to dance with her. Could you help her?"

Bai Hui quickly tugged at Miao Yingying, making a rather large gesture to attract Liu Chang'an's attention. She wanted to show that this was Miao Yingying's own idea and not her instruction, so as to avoid Liu Chang'an misunderstanding.

She still looked at Liu Chang'an with some expectation, then brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek with her finger. "Actually, dancing is quite difficult, which is why I haven't made up my mind yet. Otherwise, it would be quite easy to find someone."

The meaning is quite clear: Liu Chang'an, don't think you're so special. There are plenty of boys willing to dance with me!

"Then you should find someone else. I'm busy selling face powder, giving lectures, and taking care of my child. I'm quite busy," Liu Chang'an said regretfully.

Watching Liu Chang'an casually walk forward, Miao Yingying stomped her foot, couldn't help but glare at Bai Hui resentfully, and said in a low voice, "Why did you say that... Otherwise, it would have been quite easy to find him... Liu Chang'an is different from Gao Dewei. Gao Dewei has a foul mouth, but his personality is actually quite mild. Liu Chang'an seems easy to talk to, but he's actually a troublemaker. He can only be appeased by others; he doesn't consider whether a girl is reserved or not at all."

"He doesn't consider a girl's modesty? He only doesn't consider the modesty of girls other than An Nuan," Bai Hui said irritably. "He already has a girlfriend, and he and An Nuan are doing great together. You can focus on pursuing your Gao Dewei; I don't need you to worry about me."

Miao Yingying continued to stomp her feet. It was truly a case of the emperor not being worried but the eunuch being anxious, or rather, the emperor not being worried but the palace maid being anxious... No, that's not right. How could she compare herself to a palace maid? When girls play palace intrigue games, their target is always the empress who controls the harem.

The three of them also took the subway, but in a different direction than An Nuan. Liu Chang'an looked around, seemingly observing people. Bai Hui and Miao Yingying were somewhat silent. Bai Hui thought to herself that if Liu Chang'an didn't have a girlfriend... she might actually lower her guard a little and ask him out. But he already had a girlfriend. Miao Yingying was just being silly. Not to mention that Bai Hui disdained being a mistress, even if she were willing to be one, was An Nuan the kind of person who could be easily poached?

If he could really steal An Nuan away, then Liu Chang'an would be nothing but a scumbag, and Bai Hui would never like him.

No, I never liked Liu Chang'an to begin with. It was all Miao Yingying's nonsense. I would never like Liu Chang'an no matter what... At most, I just started to envy An Nuan after getting to know Liu Chang'an a little. After all, Liu Chang'an is far superior to Qian Ning and Lu Yuan in every way.

"Liu Chang'an, I remember you said you were going to make clothes for An Nuan, didn't you?" Bai Hui remembered this and caught up with Liu Chang'an to ask, slightly teasingly.

"Here." Liu Chang'an took out his phone and showed Bai Hui his screensaver.

Miao Yingying also came over, and the two girls looked at each other, both feeling that the envy and jealousy on each other's faces were too obvious.

"I feel like my face is contorted; jealousy makes me ugly." Miao Yingying patted her face excitedly.

"You're crazy... Mind your manners." Bai Hui pulled Miao Yingying back. Miao Yingying had probably been suffering from Gao Dewei's mental abuse for a long time, and had recently become noticeably more insane.

"Did you really make this?" Miao Yingying didn't believe it.

Liu Chang'an didn't explain, nor did he care to; believe it or not.

Bai Hui was quite certain, because when Liu Chang'an was her deskmate, he drew some portraits of An Nuan wearing cheongsams, and it had this kind of feel to it. She just didn't expect that the portraits would turn into real photos. Girls can hardly resist the dreamy look of a girl under such hazy light and shadow.

"We went to the same university too," Bai Hui remarked, then suddenly laughed, as if she had made a pleasant discovery. "I originally thought that An Nuan wouldn't be the campus belle anymore in university... Last time I saw a really pretty girl at Xiangtan University, I think she was an international student, maybe she could rival An Nuan."

Bai Hui took out her phone and showed it to Liu Chang'an. It was a picture she had taken casually because the girl was so eye-catching, like a girl who had stepped out of a comic book. She couldn't help but take a picture.

Thanks to Oscar Wilde, the warrior of love, for becoming another champion of this book. Thank you for your support.