Peninsula Cicada Song Diary

Chapter 77 Going to the Moon

We found a karaoke bar, and the three of us sang there until evening, which just happened to be dinner time.

The Peninsula's dinner parties are often held in rounds, and if you want, you can play round after round until the early hours of the next day.

Jin Nanxi liked to do this during college. Every time Pei Xiyan woke up, he would come back from outside with an iced Americano. After tidying up a bit, he would go to class with Pei Xiyan, to the point that Pei Xiyan felt that sleeping did not exist in his life.

But for Ding Enfei, her meager physical strength was clearly insufficient to support her to such an extent. By dinner time, her physical strength had plummeted like a roller coaster rapidly sliding down a slope, reaching the bottom and gradually coming to a standstill.

That's just how she is. She herself says that the sport she's best at is breathing, and the sport she's most skilled at is running in games.

"Would you like to open the window and let some fresh air in?" Pei Xiyan asked, looking at Ding Enfei, who was yawning incessantly in the passenger seat.

"Yes." Consort Ding rubbed her eyes and nodded.

Pei Xiyan pressed the button on the left, and the passenger window rolled down, allowing a cool breeze to rush in and roam freely through every corner of the car.

"Hiss, it's so refreshing." Ding Enfei shivered, and the "jellyfish tentacles" on her chin trembled. "I'm wide awake now."

"I wonder when it will snow this year," Hwang Eun-bi asked from the back seat, feeling the wind brushing against her cheek.

"It should be late November, since it usually starts snowing in Seoul in November." Pei Xiyan guessed the time based on her memories of Seoul's first snow in the past.

"Then we can build a snowman right away!" Ding Enfei exclaimed excitedly.

"Can you do it?" Pei Xiyan glanced at her, expressing doubt about her physical strength, and had a feeling that once she rolled her head out of the snowball, she would be exhausted on the spot.

"I may not be able to do it alone, but I have five teammates!" Ding Enfei held up five fingers, her tone incredibly proud, with an air of "I can score 81 points with Kobe!" or "I can go in and out of Zhao Zilong seven times!"

Hwang Eun-bi rolled her eyes.

"Great!" Pei Xiyan gave a thumbs up, as if coaxing a child.

"Hehe." Ding Enfei chuckled, her cheekbones puffing out with soft flesh. "I'll show you when it's all done."

"Yes," Pei Xiyan replied with a light laugh.

While they were chatting, the car followed the navigation route and arrived at the residential area where their dormitory was located.

"Thanks~" Seeing the familiar scenery outside, Ding Enfei unbuckled her seatbelt. "Let's meet up again next time~"

"Goodbye, Xiyan." Huang Enfei also opened the back door of the car.

"Goodbye." Pei Xiyan said goodbye to them through the car window, watched the two girls enter the residential area, and then started the car, turned around at the intersection ahead, and drove home.

Tonight is similar to last night; he drove home under the cover of darkness and streetlights. But today is also different from yesterday. Yesterday, the sky was filled with stars twinkling like Morse code, while today there is only a lonely moon, nestled in the night sky, visible to everyone in Seoul.

Back home, Pei Xiyan unusually didn't go straight to the recording studio. He took a bottle of cola from the refrigerator and then opened the French windows in the living room.

The lawn in the courtyard was bathed in a bright silver sea, lazily stretching its body in different directions under the moonlight.

Sitting on a recliner in the courtyard, Pei Xiyan gazed at the Han River in the distance. The moon was reflected on the river's surface, and every ripple of the waves rolled with silvery light.

He turned on his phone and played IU's "Night Letter," and her gentle voice drifted out: "Tonight I will slowly send the fireflies of that day to your window..."

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"Crunch." Pei Xiyan pulled the tab of the Coke and took a sip. The carbonated bubbles stimulated her mouth. Inexplicably, amidst the melodious tune, Minatozaki Sana's words from noon replayed in her ears.

Do you think Xiyan would be a proactive person?

Pei Xiyan felt that he wasn't being passive, just not very proactive. He pursed his lips and took another sip of cola. After finishing the cola, he crushed the can, picked up his phone, and opened the forum.

He clicked into a section he was following, which contained all sorts of news, pictures, and messages about Twice.

Including the itinerary.

Music Bank on the 16th, Music Center and autograph session on the 17th, guest appearance at the concert on the 18th, and...

Looking at the schedule, he saw that there was no free time, and it was even more packed than his high school schedule. If someone with trypophobia saw it, they would definitely get goosebumps.

Noticing their recent itinerary, Pei Xiyan had an idea. He sent a message to An Zhixian and received a positive reply after a brief exchange.

[OK.]

Thank you, Uncle An.

After replying to the message, he turned off the screen, and it turned back on by itself a few seconds later.

It was Sana Minatozaki; she had come looking for him again.

[So you and Yinhe are friends~] But this message seems a bit belated.

Pei Xiyan smiled and, using the same sentence structure as her, replied, "[So you and Yinhe are friends.]"

"[Galaxy isn't my friend.]" Minatozaki Sana denied.

"[What is that?]" Pei Xiyan asked, puzzled.

[She's my daughter~] Minatozaki Sana emphasized.

Pei Xiyan's brain went blank for a moment, then she sent a question mark.

[? ]

[Really?]

[? ]

[What?]

[? ]

[Stop sending question marks!!!]

[Inside.] Pei Xiyan stopped asking questions.

[Hmph.] Sana Minatozaki sent a puppy turning its head emoji.

She looks quite like him.

Pei Xiyan smiled, raised her hand to find a good angle, [(image).]

[Beautiful! You're looking at the night view too? (picture)]

In the photo, the moon hangs above the railing of their dormitory balcony, just like the moon they see.

Strictly speaking, no matter how far apart you are, the difference in your perspective of the moon at the same time is less than 2 degrees, so everyone in Seoul can see almost the same moon.

This includes Pei Xiyan, as well as Minatozaki Sana.

"[Has Sana ever played a game related to the moon?]" he suddenly asked.

[What game?]

[To the Moon.]

Sana Minato switched to the chat interface and found the game he mentioned in the app store. The icon was a moon with a lighthouse below it, and it had a pixel art style.

[Is this it? (Image)] She took a screenshot and sent it over.

[Inside.]

[Is it fun?]

[You could try Sana; it's a very therapeutic game.]

[Okay.] Minatozaki Sana is happy to accept recommendations from others; she's the kind of person who responds to everyone's actions.

The game required payment to download, but it was a small amount of money for Sana Minatozaki, so she paid and clicked download.

[You can play your game now, I won't bother you anymore.]

[Inside.]

So Sana Minatozaki opened the game. The screen started with the moon and, accompanied by melodious music, moved downwards step by step...

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