Volume 1 Beginning of Summer Chapter 55 Explanation

The rain has stopped.

The bluestone road was washed very clean, the sunlight fell through the leaves of the pomegranate trees, and the air was moist and fresh.

The pink unicorn on the bag swayed with Jiang You's steps. He walked out of the yard, out of Wenhua Street, crossed an intersection and walked a few hundred meters west, where he found a Carrefour supermarket.

When Jiang You walked into the supermarket gate , a man and a woman walked onto Wenfeng Road.

The woman looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, very thin, wearing a gray-blue camisole and extremely short denim hot pants, which made her legs look long and thin.

She was holding a mobile phone in her hand, and on the screen was a map-like interface with a small red dot flashing continuously.

Her name is Lei Yao, and the man next to her wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt is Zhu Yigang, and he works in the same company as her.

They walked past the yard of the insect house, and after walking forward about twenty or thirty meters, the woman stopped.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Yigang asked.

"The target has disappeared." The red dot on the screen disappeared.

Lei Yao hesitated for a moment, "Master Luo disappeared nearby. There is indeed something wrong with this area." She turned around and strode forward, "Let's go to Liuming Hospital."

Zhu Yigang followed behind her.

Jiang You pushed a cart and moved among the shelves.

He kept throwing things into the cart while muttering to himself.

"How about some potato chips? The cucumber flavor is pretty good. I'd also like a pack of barbecue flavor and black pepper flavor. Little Boss, I didn't see it last time I came here . I'd like two packs of seaweed. You want beer, right? What brand do you want? I'd like six cans. Brazil nuts. These crab cucumber seeds look good, too. And these green beans. Anything else? Some pistachios. You can cook, right? Don't deny it. You said you can make spicy hot pot and meatballs. Let's have a light dinner. Let's cook some porridge. Get some fermented bean curd, pickles, and dried radish. Hmm, what cuisine are you good at?" Jiang Youtu's voice suddenly got louder. "Hey, help me get four pig's feet. Yes, they need to be cut. Help me cut them into pieces."

Yang Xuan in Unicorn tried to cover her ears.

Are all my fans such fat otakus?

Jiang You pinched the unicorn, "Let's buy some fruit. Take a watermelon back? Do you want some lychees? Have some. How about mangosteen? I like mangosteen."

When he passed the dairy area, he picked up five large cartons of milk and a tub of yogurt.

Finally, Jiang You pushed a full shopping cart to the checkout counter.

When checking out, Jiang You asked for five large plastic bags.

After putting the cart back, he walked out leisurely, holding three bags in his left hand and two bags in his right hand.

The sunset glowed the sky.

"Do you usually buy so much?" Yang Xuan couldn't help asking.

"No, there was no kitchen before, and the refrigerator was small," Jiang You walked back slowly, "Where else do you want to go shopping?"

"I want to go back." Yang Xuan's mood suddenly became depressed. "I want to return to my body. I want to go back to the dormitory."

"You can go back tomorrow."

"You can help me get back, can't you?"

"No, I'm not familiar with this area."

“I see.”

Yang Xuan was silent.

Jiang You stopped talking.

Soon, he walked back to the insect house. He went to the kitchen first and put in the milk and other things that needed to be refrigerated. Then he let Yang Xuan out.

The transparent spider silk automatically wraps around the wrist.

He put the pig's trotter on the countertop and said, "I'll leave this to you."

He turned around and found Yang Xuan squatting on the ground.

He walked over and squatted down as well. "Why are you unhappy? Weren't you fine just now?"

"Why me, why are all the others fine?"

"Because you are the chosen one?" Jiang You joked, but found that Yang Xuan was crying.

"Don't cry."

Yang Xuan sat down against the wall, hugged her knees with her hands and buried her head in them.

Sobbing.

Jiang You sat down next to her, "You've never cried on stage."

"I, if I wake up earlier, maybe I can continue filming tomorrow."

“It’s not something you can control.”

"But are all our efforts really meaningless?"

"A lot of people like you. The couple at the noodle shop next door to me like your group very much." Jiang You stood up, opened the refrigerator, took out two cans of beer, then walked back and sat down next to Yang Xuan.

He touched Yang Xuan's shoulder and handed him the beer. Then he pulled the ring and took a sip. "Your group could only last two years."

"Why?"

"I'm saying this in a harsh way. Don't be angry. Nowadays, the professional capabilities of these girl groups are similar. It's just acceptable. They are just consuming the fans' love for you. Of course, everyone is willing to do it. They spend money to make you a spokesperson , let you go to a certain variety show, a certain drama, etc. It's the real version of crowdfunding to raise a daughter. If you are happy, we are happy too. But that's all. After two years, what about the 12 of you? You are not from the same economic company. Some are high and some are low. Some want to date, some want to get married, and some want to continue studying, right?"

Yang Xuan took a sip of beer and said, "Shouldn't you encourage me?"

"Well, come on, come on, smile and make the pufferfish face again?"

"My fans are all like you, no wonder I can't gain popularity."

"Nonsense, you're still on the trending search."

"The boat capsized. It was my own bad luck." Yang Xuan shouted.

"Okay, okay, it's your personal effort, okay, come on," Jiang You stood up, "Let's cook the pig's trotters, replenish collagen and so on, don't make it too thin, otherwise it will lose its personal characteristics and be unmemorable."

"If I eat now, will I gain weight?"

"That's hard to say."

Yang Xuan took another sip of wine and stood up. "What should I do?"

"You decide."

Yang Xuan walked to the kitchen counter, untied the plastic bag containing the pig's trotters, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Jiang You, a people's policeman, the kind with no salary but a regular position," Jiang You said and nodded, "Postcard shop owner, you still owe me 200 yuan."

"Is that all?"

"What else can I do? I'll go wash the rice. Hurry up."

Yang Xuan poured the pig's trotters into a porcelain bowl and rinsed it under the faucet.

Tang Butian stood on the steps of the Sutra Library of Jinguang Temple.

A young monk in a gray monk's robe came from a distance. He walked up the steps, put his hands together, and bowed slightly, "Miss Tang."

Tang Butian returned the greeting, "Master Hongzhen."

Then she said: "It doesn't make sense that ghosts would appear in Wenfeng Park."

"I walk along the lakeside every day. Today it rained heavily. Maybe I was..."

"The boat capsized, and there are residual spiritual fluctuations."

Master Hongzhen smiled bitterly.

"I need an explanation, an explanation written on my work report."

"Don't worry, Miss Tang, I will definitely give you an explanation."