Our Sweet DaysChapter 24

Sun Fang decided to go on a shopping spree. He spent nearly four hours in the shopping district, flitting from store to store, before he took a break at Mo Cheng’s café. He was carrying eight gigantic cloth bags at this point and found it a little difficult to the get the door open. Luckily, there was a button on the side of it that he could wave his hand in front of and the door opened on its own.

There were quite a few more people here than usual. Spread out over three tables in one of the corners, Sun Fang guessed that it was a party of some kind. A celebration, perhaps. It didn’t look like it was a business thing, at least.  kSRZce

Mo Cheng wasn’t behind the counter, and so Sun Fang didn’t pay any attention to the young woman who was manning it. He simply located a table with plenty of chairs for all his bags and set off. The table was on the floor above, and he lumbered up the narrow stairway with heavy steps. He had to walk sideways so the bags wouldn’t get caught on anything, but it was worth it.

The shopping spree had been delightful. He’d bought about twenty things that he had absolutely no use for, things who only purpose was to bring him joy. So the weight of the bags were more than worth it.

Chrysanthemum Garden.

We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.

Dropping the bags carelessly on a couple of chairs surrounding a round table, Sun Fang wiped his hands to get rid of all the dust. He frowned when he gazed at the bags lying haphazardly on the chairs, some of them looking like they were on the edge of tipping over. He quickly corrected them, pushing them into upright positions and stacking them so that they wouldn’t slip off.

Down in the main area of the café, he got a large slice of carrot cake and an ordinary black coffee. He carried the items on a try up to the second floor, where he gently set them down on the table. Then he flopped down on the only remaining empty chair. Ld b1d

Pulling off his sunglasses, he put them on the table. He grabbed for his phone at the same time as he started to eat the cake, nearly moaning from how good it tasted.

Heaven. This place was heaven.

His brother’s account on stargazer had been updated. Apparently, he and Marcus would be a going to an award festival of some kind. Sun Fang rose an eyebrow as he read the entire announcement and then the comments following it. His lips twitched, and he merely reblogged the post, not adding any words of his own to it. Sometimes, silence said more than any words could express.

The cake disappeared way too fast. When it was done, he was left looking forlornly at it, picking slowly at the sauce that was left. The coffee was nearly gone as well, and Sun Fang sighed as he leaned back against the chair. His gaze fell to the ceiling, the white wooden boards lined up neatly in a way that told him machines had definitely been the ones to build it. But it gave the café rusty look that wasn’t out of place in this old-fashioned district and he quite liked it.

Turning his gaze back to the phone still in his hands, he fingered the screen of it slightly. The phone was large and incredibly thin—one of the newest models out there. A couple of hundreds years ago, all the phones had only been millimeters thick and the screens had been transparent, holograms projecting everything an inch or so above it.

It had fallen out of favor pretty quickly though. In day-to-day situations holograms weren’t actually all that practical.

Cool, certainly, but not practical.his hands flew over the keys as he quickly typed out a message to Mo Cheng. Mostly, it was bragging about the useless lamp he had bought but that he really liked, and the game he’d never heard and that seemed like kind of a disaster that he’d just picked up out of curiosity.

Mo Cheng didn’t respond instantly; not weird, the man was working. Sun Fang continued to surf the net, browsing past around four thousand pictures in only a handful of minutes. He liked a few of them and even commented on some, just some generic encouraging crap that he didn’t really believe in. But he was on his official main account right now and he thought the contrast between his reputation and behaving like a “good” person would be funny. B7 qm3

If nothing else, it would cast doubt on the events during the gala. Specifically, the point where all his evil deeds were pointed out by his brother and fiancé who “could no longer pretend to be ignorant of his evils”. They’d essentially held a presentation where they’d listed every bad thing they could find even the flimsiest of evidence for.

It had been the crowning achievement of his plan. The moment when everything lined up perfectly; when all his of efforts were finally rewarded.

Mo Cheng responded to his text and Sun Fang sat up straight on the chair. He crossed his legs and quickly started swiping over the keys now that the other man had time to talk. A smile grew on his lips, pulling his facial muscles into different positions. His eyes shone as the conversation continued and grew more heated—Mo Cheng apparently had some very strong opinions of the game he’d bought on a whim.

Twenty minutes flew by. Then Mo Cheng had to go back to work and the conversation settled down. Sun Fang stayed for another half-hour or so, simply scrolling through different social medias. Stargazer was the site he spent most time on, but Dragonfly was a pretty decent site too. It was for images, though, and he only followed artists there. 48gXvr

But some of those pictures were really very pretty, and he even straight up bought some digital editions that he really liked. Especially the mecha one that was fighting in space, that one was magnificent.