Mask

Chapter 22 The Burning Ice Cube (2)
Masako picked up the wine glass while coughing, but every time she took a sip, her throat became extremely sore, causing a more serious cough.

The situation can already be distinguished, and everyone is no longer paying attention to the battle situation, but shouting: "Hurry up! Drink!"

She coughed again.

Yu Qi looked at her quietly, Huangfu Yifei caressed her back, she repeated the already numb movement of toasting, and Duan Yousi also concentrated.

He watched her coughing intermittently, her persistence and stubbornness, her frowning and closed eyes.Finally, when she was struggling to lift the eighth wine glass, he took the last wine glass from An Qiyan's hand.

An Qiyan looked at him fascinated, he drank his wine in one gulp amidst the silence of the students around him, threw it back on the table, supported An Qiyan's waist and said, "You won."

Then, he looked deeply at Masako: "You don't have to compare."

"Ah!" An Qiyan hugged Duan Yousi happily because of this obvious act of helping his relatives, "I love you!" After speaking, she pointed to Masako and said in a good mood, "It's a write-off!"

Masako couldn't even hold the cup steady, she coughed violently, pushed aside the students around her and pushed the door out.

As soon as she entered the bathroom, she vomited, her stomach rolled, her body was numb, and she felt very light-headed.

I don't know how long she vomited, but after finally getting better, her shoulders were suddenly lifted up.She saw Duan Yousi in the mirror, he took off his coat and put it on her, helped her to the corridor, and then called Wan Ye.

Walking out of the hall, the cold wind hit, and he took Masako to a remote parking spot.

"They're all still there..." On the way, she reminded, trying to stop his unhesitating footsteps, but was pushed back by his words "Leave them alone".

When the night wind blew, she began to shiver, it was too cold, after leaning in his arms in a daze for a while, Wan Ye finally came.

Duan Yousi helped her into the back seat of the taxi, leaned against the window and told Wan Ye repeatedly: "Send her back, watch her enter the house, and observe outside her house for a quarter of an hour before leaving. She sent it to my apartment, and her address has been sent to your phone."

Wan Ye asked with concern and wonder: "Why is this happening? Are you drunk? Where are you going?"

"I'll come over after I've dealt with things here, and take a good look at her before I arrive."

The woman went to bed very early that night, and Masako was sent to the door of the house by Wan Ye, she reluctantly opened the door, leaned on the wall and walked into her room softly, feeling extremely uncomfortable, she fell asleep after throwing off the quilt.

In a daze, I don't know if it was midnight or early morning, there was a very small sound in the room, the bed surface on the right bounced, and then Masako's back warmed up, and something touched her neck, just in time to rest her head stand up.

It should be him.

Masako's head was hurting, she turned around unconsciously and leaned towards him, but in a daze, her lips seemed to be stressed, and she smelled the familiar fragrance of a boy again.

Masako has been in a state of half-dream and half-awake, and has no time to delve into it. He was also tired soon, and with his chin resting on her forehead, he slowly fell asleep.

4
In the morning, the sun is very bright.

The room was filled with warmth, and when Masako woke up with a splitting headache, she stood up with difficulty.The fringed skirt was so tight that her whole body was sore and limp. She frowned and got out of bed, opened the closet door, and while groping inside, pushed aside the suspenders on her shoulders. The skirt skimmed her skin and slid all the way to her feet.

"Mo Yazi." Duan Yousi's voice was not soft, but it hit Masako's heart like a drumstick.

When she woke up, she frantically blocked herself with the wardrobe door, only to see him sitting on the swivel chair with his legs crossed on the other side of the bed.

He really looked like a young master who was full of food and drink, his tie was not fastened, and he half propped his head, silently watching Masako's embarrassment.

The sun shone on his body, showing off his fine skin.

Luckily... luckily still wearing a slip.

Masako's heart was pounding, she finally stretched out her hand and pulled it to the edge of the quilt, and immediately went back to bed and wrapped herself in the quilt, her long hair was disheveled, she looked at him uncertainly, and asked, "You've been there all this time?"

He acquiesced.

"That……"

Was the feeling on my lips last night a dream or...

She didn't ask, because seeing that he was no longer interested in chatting, she looked at the alarm clock by the bed.

It was already high in the sun at this moment, and if I wanted to go to school, I would already be late.

The two were silent, and Masako wiped the corner of her lips with the back of her hand.Last night, she was in such a mess that she fell asleep without taking off the makeup on her face. As expected, there were residual lip marks on the back of her hand. She turned sideways and pulled out a few tissues.

But Duan Yousi's gaze came casually, and she only noticed his gaze when she raised her head occasionally.Under the sun, he looked at Masako without any hesitation, his eyes were secretive.

I finally know why I call him "Grandfather".

He is gloomy, and this gloomyness is rarely shown, but there is such a thing in his bones, so that he always has such an aura that makes boys bow their heads and girls are obsessed.

And now, such a boy is sitting in front of her unruly, what is he thinking?Is he happy or not?Where is his focus?
Masako conceived three or four possibilities for each question, turning them over and over in her mind within a few seconds.

While concentrating, the sunlight in front of his eyes was blocked.He stood up, bent down on the edge of the bed, stretched out his right hand, and gently wiped the corner of her lips with his thumb.

Masako looked at him.

"Actually." He looked into her eyes lightly, "It's okay."

Her breathing eased for a few seconds, and it wasn't until he folded his body to get out of the sun that he could clearly feel the beating heartbeat.

Before he left the room, he threw a matched set of clothes hanging next to the closet on the bed: "Wear this one."

Although you can feel the rare good sunshine as soon as you go out, after all, it is autumn, and there is always such a chill that makes people shiver.

After closing the door gently, Masako sent a text message to Lu Jianer on her mobile phone, asking her to ask her for a late leave, but when she looked through the records, she found that a text message with similar content had been sent at 7 o'clock in the morning .

She looked forward subconsciously, and Duan Yousi happened to answer the phone, and she missed her sight.So she put away her mobile phone, and hurriedly left a "thank you" when she passed by his side, and together with Chenfeng, it floated past his left ear.

"I have something to do in the morning." Before she had walked two steps away, her right wrist was grabbed, she looked down, and while holding her hand, he continued to say to the person on the other end of the phone, "I'll be here later."

Although her attention was on the conversation, she gradually felt that his hand was slowly spreading her five fingers, slowly approaching her palm from the wrist, and then holding it.

The palm of his hand seemed to be on fire, making it difficult for him to move. Masako stood still, and Duan Yousi hung up the phone and said, "I will take you to a place first."

She gave an absent-minded "um" until he pulled her hand before she came back to her senses and asked, "Where are you going?"

They went to the downtown square.

The bright shopping mall was bustling with people, Masako walked behind Duan Yousi with two cups of warm coffee.He leaned against the corner of a shop, took the hot coffee from her hand, and motioned her to look forward.

It was a small bookstore, and there was a conspicuous enrollment billboard erected at the entrance of the store, with the name of Grai's key training class.

Masako looked at the billboard from a distance, and asked in confusion, "What class is this?"

"The remedial classes arranged for candidates who volunteer to enter Grai will cost one hundred per class hour."

"School run?"

"Candidates reported that every tutoring class is taught by very young teachers." Duan You paused, then looked at Masako, "You are as young as you and me."

He didn't answer Masako directly, but Masako felt the implication in his words, and unhurriedly tried out his thoughts: "It wasn't established by the school, but by the students of Grai who started it privately under the name of the school. "

"The reaction is okay." He lifted the lid of the paper cup, praised Masako lightly, turned and walked away.

"I see." Masako walked slowly behind him, "I will find out."

Duan Yousi, who was walking in front, weighed the hot coffee in his hand, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes: "Back to school."

As soon as Masako quickened her pace and walked to his side, her eyes were attracted by a pet care shop. She stopped in front of the window and held Duan Yousi's hand.

"Bring a bottle of tortoise protection liquid." She said, "Last time I saw some pimples on your tortoise, it's better to relieve the inflammation."

But he glanced at the store, and didn't move: "The turtle is fostered by others, so it doesn't need to be taken care of so carefully."

Masako didn't ask any further questions, but said, "If you find it troublesome, I'll take care of it."

After speaking, she dragged him into the shop door.The store sells some commonly used pet products. The owner is a girl who just graduated from college. When she saw customers entering the store, she came out from behind the counter. The little Teddy on her lap jumped to the floor, jumping up and down very active.

"I remember you!" The shopkeeper was very cheerful, and when he saw Duan Yousi, he smiled in surprise, "Is your tortoise better from a cold?"

As soon as Masako took the tortoise protection liquid from the shelf, he heard him beside him softly reply "healed", then turned around without hesitation, and asked the shopkeeper about the ingredients of the tortoise protection liquid.

The shop owner and Duan Yousi were not very close, so he stopped talking and explained to Masako how to use the Turtle Protecting Liquid.Afterwards, Duan Yousi paid the money, and put the turtle protection liquid on Masako's side, so that she could go to his house to take care of it when she was free.

The little teddy was very lively. Masako squatted down and touched its little head before leaving, and it immediately circled around her happily.

Masako smiled, but Duan Yousi was already waiting at the door, so she nodded her nose, got up and left, and said goodbye to the owner.

"Don't you like pets?" On the passage to the subway station, among the crowd walking hurriedly, Masako sipped some warm coffee and looked at him sideways.

"It's noisy sometimes," he replied.

"So you raise turtles." She said with a smile.

He hesitated for a moment, and replied, "Yes."

"Sure enough, you are like what you raise. You are like your turtle. If you want it to move, probably only an earthquake will do it."

As soon as he spoke, she felt his footsteps slow down.Masako took two steps ahead of him, turned around in a daze, only to find that he was looking ahead.

The wind in the subway was very cold, Masako followed his gaze, and the cold air blew into her neck.

The girl in a black coat stood lazily ten steps away, walked over dejectedly, raised her head occasionally, and met Duan Yousi's gaze with her dull eyes.

Time seemed to be frozen, the girl lowered her hands, her eyes under the messy bangs looked at Duan Yousi, and then at Masako, she stepped back slowly, with a sad smile on her mouth, with despair and escape.

Duan Yousi stepped forward and walked slowly towards the girl.

But the girl's back pace became faster and faster. The subway came into the station, and pedestrians' pace quickened. She broke through the crowd and turned around to run.

"Duan Yisha!" He yelled angrily in a low voice, handed the coffee to Masako, and chased after her desperately.

The cold wind blew up in the subway, and Masako called him. He had already jumped over the ticket gate with the girl.

The subway security guard blew a sharp whistle, and the girl fell hard when she was going down the stairs, and got up again gritted her teeth.When the departure warning sounded, she rushed into the train, and the isolation door closed mercilessly, blocking Duan Yousi outside.

He was a second late and thumped the isolation door heavily.Later, Masako came along with the security guard. She couldn't see his eyes while she was panting, but she saw Duan Yisha in the car crying, covered her mouth, leaned against the railing, and turned her back to him.

As the train whistled, Duan Yousi started calling. He kept wandering, dialing the number again and again with a gloomy face.Finally, after several times of no response, he slammed the phone on the ground, the screen shattered, and Masako's heart trembled.

5
The taxi stopped slowly.

It was so quiet along the way, he kept his head down and was lost in thought. Masako looked at his sad profile and reminded softly: "School is here..."

He regained his senses, glanced out of the window, then lowered his head and said, "Go in."

He didn't let her stay...

Masako's eyelashes drooped, the car door opened, she was about to get out of the car, but she couldn't help but stop.The loneliness and loneliness of the car slowed down her pace, and behind him was him who was lost in thought again. That rare state made her heart a little tight.

The car door closed again, Masako turned around, held Duan Yousi's right hand on his knee with both hands, lowered her head and kissed it lightly.

The soft touch fell on the back of his hand, and he came back to his senses again, looking at the bangs on her forehead and the long slightly curled eyelashes, the frown that had been frowning gradually relaxed.

After staying for five seconds, Masako gently lowered his hand, looked into his eyes, and told him, "I'm always here."

Although she didn't hear a word of his response, she opened the door and got out of the car as if relieved.After sitting quietly in the car for a few seconds, he signaled the driver to drive, and the taxi slowly disappeared from Masako's sight.

As soon as she entered the classroom, Lu Jian'er couldn't wait to ask Masako about yesterday's party.

"It's nothing serious, I just drank some wine, so I came late in the morning." Masako explained simply.

"Ah, that... did he send you here?" Lu Jian'er has long been used to using "he" instead of "Duan Yousi".

The students around were frolicking, Masako put the notebook on the table and nodded.

"Then... I still want to know that and that." Lu Jianer dawdled for a long time before she said with a smile, "Do you and him... have a kiss (kiss)?"

The corners of the notebook were a little wrinkled. Masako was interrupted by this question when she was tidying up, but she didn't answer.

"Tell me if there is any!" Jian'er took Masako's hand, "I just heard Jiang Shi and the others were discussing who they wanted to give their first kiss to our school, and then except one chose someone else, the others all chose Duan You S. Tsk, that kind of handsome, that kind of chin, just close your eyes and think about it, it feels good, An Qiyan is the best deal."

"Jane, how much do you know about Guan Xinyu?"

One is to understand the truth, and the other is to ease the embarrassment of Lu Jianer's last sentence, Masako asked casually while opening her notebook.

"Uh... Is the head of the Propaganda Department Guan Xinyu?" Jian Er stuck out her tongue and replied, "I only know that every time she comes out, there is a large group of people following her, and she seems to be a person who likes to show off. "

"anything else?"

"It seems... oh, by the way, her family is a nouveau riche, that is, the kind that suddenly became rich. I used to be in the same school as her, and she was fine at that time, but then she seemed to be a different person , full of famous brands, spending money is like running water."

"Do you know what her family does?" Masako asked, turning her head to the side.

"Her father was a stock trader, and then switched to a bookstore. Many large bookstores in our city have her father's investment, as well as our school library. The school commended her last time, so I was quite impressed. of."

"Bookstore." The corner of the notebook was finally flattened, and Masako read out these two words.

"Well, the bookstore!" Lu Jian'er repeated happily.

It's school time.

Masako's eyes caught Wu Xiaomei walking out of the library. She looked there and walked out of the classroom slowly.

"Sister!"

Stopped by a soft voice behind her, Wu Xiaomei turned her head in a hurry, and when she saw the person walking down the stairs of the teaching building, she immediately smiled: "Student Mo Yazi!"

Masako looked at the English instruction book in her arms and asked, "Sister, you study English very seriously."

"Oh, no!" Wu Xiaomei came to her senses and responded with a smile, "Our grade will have a speech contest tomorrow, and a copy of Minister Xin Yu's speech is here. I have a few new words for her to look up... She compares Busy."

Masako glanced at the thick speech in her hand: "Are there many new words?"

"not bad."

There was an obvious pause in Wu Xiaomei's answer, which was irony.

"Senior sister." Masako smiled slightly, and took the initiative to take half of the books in Wu Xiaomei's arms, "I am relatively unfamiliar with some things about the student union, why don't I translate the manuscript for you, and then ask for advice."

"No need, Masako!" Wu Xiaomei immediately took the book back from Masako's hand, "I'll do it myself! Don't bother you!"

"It's okay." Masako took the book back again, "And the competition is imminent. If you do such a thick speech by yourself, I'm afraid it won't be enough for one night."

"But...but Masako, it will be late..."

"Sister, where do you live?" Masako asked her while walking forward with the book in her arms.

"Uh...my family lives on Huating Road. Masako, I remember your home is on Fuya Road. I saw it on the application form you submitted. Our two families are far away. Even if you help It won't be safe for me to go back late at that time!"

"No." Masako said slowly, "I happen to know a bookstore. It's right between your house and mine. The surrounding environment is also good, and it's convenient to go back. It's pretty good."

"But……"

No matter how many "buts", Masako still did not let Wu Xiaomei shirk her success.After some pushing and giving, she finally gave up and had to be led by Masako to the bookstore.

And Masako didn't know the reason why Wu Xiaomei had been unwilling until she arrived at the bookstore.

The name of the bookstore is "Wuzhi". The billboard I saw in the morning is now placed in a corner with its back facing the outside. It seems that there are many students of Grace passing by, and the boss is afraid that it will cause controversy.But the environment in the store is really good, there are a few small wooden tables near the window, and the light is sufficient.

There are people coming and going outside, but the inside is very quiet. Put the selected books and make a cup of black tea, accompanied by green radish, which adds a bit of leisure.

The manuscript was unfolded, with thousands of words eloquently written in English in pencil in the middle of each line, and it has only been half completed so far.

"Didn't you say there are only new words?" Masako looked at the English written by Wu Xiaomei. It was the same handwriting as the first half of the translation, which was obviously written by her alone.

Wu Xiaomei's movements stopped, she raised her head to look at Masako, and forced a smile.

"Since it's an English manuscript, why don't you just start writing in English?" Masako asked again, her eyes were light, but they were powerful enough to penetrate directly to the bottom of my heart.

Wu Xiaomei couldn't resist anymore, the pencil twirled a few times in embarrassment, and then rolled down on the table with a "slap" sound: "Don't tell me..."

Masako guessed right, she gently stirred the black tea in the cup, and said, "The whole speech, from conception to translation, was done by you alone, senior?"

"Not all of them. Xinyu told me about the topic. She is very busy, so I will help her share a little bit..."

"I know that there is a speech contest in the third grade, and I also know that the competition does not explicitly require the contestants to choose English. Senior sister Xinyu wants to have a better chance of winning, so she temporarily changed the manuscript to English, so that you have to rewrite the manuscript in a short time. Translate into English, right?"

Wu Xiaomei sighed: "You guessed everything right..." She suddenly grabbed Masako's hand again, "But I beg you not to say it, if you piss her off then I'll be miserable!"

(End of this chapter)