Prank Angel

Author: Yu Huanhuan / Country: Mainland China
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Publish Date: 2006-05-01
Features: Huanhuan takes us through a familiar window, where the place our fingers touch becomes a magical landscape. The air seems filled with the melodious sound of a piano, and the aroma of rich coffee lingers, slightly bitter yet mellow. Look back at those youthful days—the quiet, reserved, and considerate Ash, the lively and slightly childlike Aqi. Have you both remained unharmed? 【Before the Rain After the Storm】A comedy of errors, an angel of mischief, uniquely showcases its freshness and natural charm, like an appetizer—not a grand feast, yet perfectly satisfying, leaving a lingering sweetness long after. 【Summer】How wonderful, I’d love to have such a secret garden too. When I was young, I thought of Miyazaki’s Magic Street Girls. 【Grape】Reminds me of Love Letter. In the dim bicycle shed, under the hazy spring breeze, the faint glow of bicycle lights and the subtle, ambiguous feelings of a young girl linger. 【lon_sky】Some authors are witty, some deeply sentimental, some paint vivid scenes with a strong sense of space, while others write with quiet delicacy. Yet, they all blend seamlessly, allowing you to wander freely within, shifting effortlessly, pausing in exasperated sighs. In short, one word—brilliant! 【1+2】I gradually see the true purpose of Huanhuan’s story. It’s actually about exploring the very essence of growing up. The blue night sky, the desolate campus, the still us. 【24】I prefer Ash. I’d love to pack him up and take him home, lock him in the closet—hahaha 【Hua Ban Xia】2006 A Heartwarming Pure Love Novel, a super-popular online masterpiece, originally titled Secret Garden. T’s Secret Garden, the rebellious youth, the simple and pure boys under the cherry blossom trees, the bright and warm first love—your memories are what truly warm me. Sometimes, knowing someone better doesn’t mean you’re closer to them. On the contrary, the more you know about a person, the farther away you feel from them. I don’t know if my growing focus on Aqi is making me fall deeper into obsession. But I do know that right now, he’s speaking to me very seriously. Show me that wound again. I stand under the moonlight, waiting for him to say more. Yet, Aqi suddenly laughs, “Don’t look so serious. It’s not a tragedy.” I’m stunned. He quickly suppresses the hint of sadness in his eyes, reverting to the fake smile of the boy I first met. With a light, airy tone, he says, “Mother, Mom, since I was five, I’ve thought of her every night. But I realized I can no longer remember her face. She’s just a feeling, written in my imagination.” “This world is like this—it loves to make people sad, to make them miserable. But I won’t. I’ll live happily.” “So, are you happy now?” I ask. “Of course, very happy.” He replies. “Really?” “Really.” He says earnestly, but avoids my gaze. I sigh, “I thought you saw me as a friend, but I guess you still smile so fake.” He freezes. His mouth tightens slightly. I gently push him aside, take my bike, and say, “Alright, since you’re so happy, I’ll leave. You can browse around.” As I say this, I climb onto my bike, ready to leave. His smile fades gradually, and he reaches out, gripping the front of my bike, staring at me. “Don’t go.” I hear him say in a very, very soft voice, “Stay with me. I’m lonely.” In the face of such a handsome guy, I’m easily swayed. Willpower—what’s that? It’s basically forgotten. Under the grapevine, the pollen from unknown flowers makes my nose suddenly sensitive. I can’t hold back and sneeze loudly, followed by a series of coughs. I awkwardly raise my hand, but my throat itches, and my voice becomes strange. I decide to shut up andly look at Aqi. He laughs, rummages in his pockets for a while, pulls out a mint candy, carefully peels the wrapper, and hands it to me. Such a small gesture, yet I’m moved just because the wrapper was peeled for me. I run to the milk tea shop and buy two cups of hot milk tea, giving one to Aqi. I take a big sip and sigh contentedly. “You really love milk tea?” “Yeah, I do,” I take another sip and start energetically chewing the tapioca pearls. “I love all sweet foods.” “But you don’t like chocolate!” he looks at me, quite puzzled. I choke, oh no, I messed up. “Does kissing really feel that good?” I laugh and suddenly ask. Hiccup, now it’s Aqi’s turn to choke. “You’re so nosy.” “Please, your romantic escapades have spread all over the BBS.” “Is that so? I didn’t know I was so famous.” “Yeah.” “Your fingers, your lips—they’re all legends now.” I suddenly want to chuckle. “How many girlfriends have you had so far?” “Hmm, let me think,” he furrows his brow in thought, “I don’t remember.” I almost faint. “You’re even more promiscuous than I imagined, Aqi.” “Actually, it’s not that bad.” “Did you practice kissing?” I realize our conversation is heading in an increasingly strange direction. P45-46