Cloudside Café

It takes about two hours to drive from Xicheng to Shanghai. Yun Xian and Jiang Ying decided to drive there on Friday afternoon and went to Shanghai for a meal and rest.

Jiang Ying left the small suitcase by the cloud before going to work in the morning. There were not many things this week. She left an hour earlier. When she went downstairs, Yun Xian was still waiting for her in her old place.

Before he honked his horn, Jiang Ying walked to the side of the car and sat in the position of the co-pilot.

"There are quite a lot of traveling around on weekends. Today, the elevated rack will be a bit blocked. Let me eat something to pad." Yunxian took a paper bag from the back seat and handed it to Jiang Ying, which contained a sandwich and a glass of squeezed orange juice.

"Thank you." Jiang greeted him, took out the sandwich and unwrapped the wrapper. Two pieces of soft toast sandwiched the tomato, egg and ham slices. She took a small bite and asked, "Did you make it yourself?"

"Yeah." Yun Xian pointed to the paper bag: "There is also a glass of orange juice, with a little sugar added, it won't be too sour."

"Thank you." Jiang Ying licked the salad dressing from his mouth and took a sip of orange juice. The sweetness and sourness were moderate, refreshing and greasy.

Jiang Ying was really hungry, and took a few bites of the sandwich, and she drank more than half of the orange juice.

As dusk approached, the sky gradually dimmed, and the elevated vehicles moved forward steadily.

It would take more than an hour to watch, Jiang Ying took out the iPad and pen from the bag and opened the drawing app.

She sometimes gets bored and draws some simple strokes to pass the time. Jiang Ying skillfully outlines the lines, picks and colors, and soon there are a few more lovely images on the canvas.

Whenever she starts to do one thing, she will devote herself fully. Yunxian watched her painting and turned on the lighting on the car roof for her.

Her long hair was tied into a ponytail. She lowered her head, and the shredded hair on her cheeks covered her side face, and she gave birth to a somewhat irrelevant beauty. The cabin is very quiet, only the small sound of Applepencil touching the screen from time to time.

Yunxian couldn't help being curious, and glanced at her hand.

After capturing the paintings on the screen, he felt a little familiar. What did he realize, Yun Xian asked: "The emojis you often post on WeChat are also painted by yourself?"

Jiang Ying said: "When I'm bored, I draw and play, and many people use it when I post to WeChat."

Yunxian recalled that she used two sets most often-one called "Why the Boss Does That" and the other called "Oneday for Social Animals".

Thinking of the Q version of the little girl lying on the table and tearing her noodles at the computer, with the round words "I am willing" written on her head, Yun Xian raised her mouth.

Jiang Ying often sent him this emoticon package, and he knew as soon as he sent it, Jiang Ying meant to work overtime today, remember to leave her a piece of cheesecake.

"Very cute." Yun Xian commented with a smile.

"I took orders when I was in college, and earned myself a lot of living expenses." Jiang Ying finished the last stroke and clicked save, but did not exit the drawing software. She built another canvas, and she had an idea in her mind, and she worked very smoothly when she wrote.

Yun Xian's mouth smiled more vigorously as she listened to her slightly sullen tone.

While painting, Jiang Ying continued: "Actually, if I hadn't met my boss, I should be a freelance painter."

Yunxian asked, "Is your dream?"

Jiang Ying shook his head: "It doesn't matter, I think painting is very interesting. I was a bit withdrawn and low self-esteem because of Fu Chen's affairs in high school. In the end, one was Shen Xuan and the other was me.. ...."

Jiang Ying paused, and quickly passed the two words: "One is my predecessor, and the other is drawing. When I was in college, I would post the pictures I drew on Weibo. There is a small one. Thousands of fans, they always call my wife, they have built me ​​a lot of self-confidence."

Yun Xian frowned and asked, "Mrs.?"

"Ah..." Jiang Ying realized that although she and Yun Xian are both born in the 90s, there is still a generation gap between 90 and 95. She patiently explained to him: "Mrs. is just a kind of name. It means a little more powerful than the big one. I drew fan pictures, so there will be fans of the original to pay attention to me."

After Yunxian listened to popular science, although he could not fully understand the brains of these children, he still found it very interesting. He then asked, "The fan art...is it a format?"

"Um..." Jiang Ying thought for a few seconds, trying to explain with words and sentences that he could understand: "Doujin pictures are like, if you like a work, such as comics, movies, novels, you can use your own I like to process and draw the characters or scenes inside. It is a derivative work based on the original work."

Yun Xian nodded as if he didn't understand, and then laughed at himself after a while: "Do you think I'm an old man?"

Jiang Ying hurriedly denied: "Why? It's normal for you not to understand this, like I don't know any C language or programming, and you can do it."

This word is ambiguous, and Jiang Ying realized it was wrong when he said it.

An awkward silence flowed in the car for a few seconds.

Jiang Yinggan coughed, and said, "I mean, hand-made coffee."

Yunxian couldn't hold back anymore, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and laughing lowly with one hand on his lips.

The man's voice is sweet and clear, and his smile is even more of a sense of Su. He rarely smiles like this, his eyebrows are crooked, and the small mole under him trembles.

Jiang Ying was embarrassed by his unintentional words, but at the same time he was moved by his laughter, and the tips of his ears were red.

Yun Xian laughed for a long time, but the laughter stopped, but the smile at the corners of his eyes and brows couldn't be restrained. He returned to the topic just now and asked her: "Then why did you choose to do game planning again?"

Jiang Ying said: "Actually, the prototype of the game we are working on is one of my comics. My boss, don't think he is usually a dog."

Yun Xian nodded silently in agreement.

"But he is actually my Bole. After graduation, my family wanted me to have a stable job. I went to interview with several companies, but the results were not ideal. At that time, my boss contacted me and said he liked it very much. "Small world' concept, asked me if I had considered presenting it in a game. He later told me some of his ideas. When I heard that, I didn’t hesitate to start a business with him.” Probably. He was thirsty, Jiang Ying took out the orange juice from the paper bag, opened the bottle cap and took a sip.

Speaking of these experiences, Jiang was greeted with interest and continued to share vividly: "You should know my boss. I talked with the two of you last time I saw you."

Yun Xian nodded. To prevent him and Li Zhicheng from being grouped together by Jiang Ying, he said blankly, "I don't know him very well."

"He has a bad temper and is uncertain. But he really has no business ability. He knows technology, marketing, and creativity. Although I always complain about him, I still respect him."

Jiang Ying glanced at Yun Xian and slowed down his tone: "But I actually admire you the most. I heard Xin Rou say that you used to be a director of an Internet company? The monthly salary is enough for me to work for a year."

Yun Xian was distracted for a moment, and humbly replied: "It's not so exaggerated. When I first joined the company, I was almost like you. I work overtime all day and I'm a social animal."

Jiang Ying turned the pen in his hand and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Although I always complain about the hard work of overtime, I am still very happy every time I see the comments of the players, especially with a sense of accomplishment."

"It's a great thing to have fun from work," Yunxian said. He could feel the love and enthusiasm in Jiang Ying's heart when he talked about this, and his eyes were shining, as if they were shining.

In fact, he envied her very much-there is something to love and fight for, he has expectations for life and the future, he is full of emotions, young and fresh.

This is something he never had.

In that seemingly smooth life, his biggest feeling was just "living is so boring."

He can work hard and desperately to get something, but he never has ambitions or desires—all because a voice keeps telling him what you want and what you should.

He plays the role of a filial son, a mature brother, an excellent student, and a dedicated employee, and he is the best in the crowd.

On the surface, everyone admired it, but Yun Xian knew that he would always be one of the mediocre beings. He moved forward and passed one node after another. When he looked back, he found that there was nothing worth remembering.

"Look at death as home and kill time", which was once regarded by Yun Xian as the whole meaning of life.

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When he arrived at a service area, Yun Xian turned the steering wheel and turned in. When the car was turned off, he tilted his head to look at Jiang Ying, and she focused on painting again, not paying attention to changes in the outside world.

This girl always seemed to bring him unexpected surprises, like a box of colorful mixed candies.

Yunxian thinks of Jiang Ying's circle of friends, where her lively life is recorded.

She has been to many cities, climbing rocks, bungee jumping, diving, and clocking in roller coasters in six amusement parks.

Suddenly I wanted to learn skateboarding, and I fell and hurt my leg in the first week.

I wanted to see the sunrise and overslept, so I changed my plan and enjoyed the afterglow of an orange-pink sunset.

She also shared interesting dreams. In her dream, she went to South America alone with her suitcase on her back. She even slapped three exclamation points to express the excitement of meeting a lion deep in the forest. She also used a series of ellipsis to express the loss of the alarm when the dream came to an abrupt end.

He remembered the way Jiang Ying was sitting on the steps and smoking that day, and remembered the tattoo on her left shoulder—B612 planet and the rose in the glass cover.

So is she the little prince who searches the universe?

Jiang Ying is an arbitrary rebel and romantic adventurer. She is like an inextinguishable flame on the wasteland, young and hot, and indestructible in the process of pursuing the limit.

She tried her best to break free from the world and love the world ambivalently.

If there is a soft, warm, pulsating heart before your eyes, will you resist being attracted by her?

It has been a rainy day recently, and it gets dark earlier than usual. It is now completely into the night, and the branches outside the car windows are swaying, which is a trace of the wind.

Yun Xian raised his hand and turned off the lighting on the car roof.

With a click, the car plunged into dimness, and the clear citrus scent filled the whole body. It was unclear whether it was the bergamot on his body or the orange juice Jiang Ying had drunk.

Yun Xian breathed lightly, turned her side, and approached little by little.

"Ding—" There was a beep from the mobile phone, and there was a new message.

"Yun Xian, look!" Jiang Ying just wanted to raise his head after sending the message, but bumped into a hard object.

She whispered, covering her forehead, and questioning Yun Xian: "Why are you leaning over suddenly?"

Yun Xian frowned and covered his chin, and pointed to the cabinet: "I'll take the change, and I will pass the station to charge."

"Oh." After all, the chin is a little weaker, Jiang Ying asked apologetically, "Is it okay, does it hurt?"

"Xiang...qin?"

Jiang Ying's eyes widened suddenly, holding the iPad back in his arms, and looked at Yun Xian vigilantly.

"Why note this to me?"

"You're wrong, it's not you, it's a colleague of mine, her name is Xiangqin."

Yun Xian glanced at her suspiciously, and took her phone to unlock the screen. That's right, she was just sending him a message, and the page was the same.

But soon Yun Xian's attention was attracted by the painting on the screen: "What is this?"

"You and Yunbian."

The picture is in soft tones, with a cloud pattern painted on a blue background. The Q version villain above is holding a cup of coffee, and the next dialog box says the font that belongs to Jiang Ying—"Welcome to Cloud Cafe".

Even the simple and cute style of painting can tell who is painting at a glance.

Yun Xian's hairstyle, the white shirt that Yun Xian likes to wear, and the moles under her have all been restored.

Holding the iPad in his arms, Jiang Ying looked at Yun Xian expectantly, as if he wanted to take credit.

Yun Xian tapped the screen a few times to save the picture in the album, and raised his hand to rub Jiang Ying's hair.

"Good drawing, madam."

The author has something to say: Smart male protagonists know how to learn and use.