Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Three Moles

The boy looked very young, probably in his early twenties.

With his eyes downcast, he stood quietly at the door obediently.

Xin Tong observed it carefully again.

He also had long blond hair. He was tall, so when his hair was down, he looked somewhat similar to Jiang Chongyan at first glance.

But his facial features are rather dull, with round eyes and long eyelashes, and his temperament is clean. He has the kind of handsome and non-aggressive appearance.

——This is completely different from Jiang Chongyan.

Jiang Chongyan is extremely sharp, sharp, and stands out in the crowd.

She has a small head and face, a thin and narrow face, and a strong sense of bone. Because of her high brow bones, she looks like she is always impatient.

I prefer metal decorations, cold, hard, blonde hair, dark skin, and I look very tough.

But the same medium-length blond hair on this boy looked out of place, like a well-behaved kid deliberately trying to be rebellious.

Xin Tong breathed a sigh of relief.

A closer look reveals that the two look nothing alike, their hairstyles are the only thing that's similar. She laughed at herself for being so paranoid.

Xin Tong lay back down and closed her eyes.

When you close your eyes, your other senses become more sensitive.

She smelled the faint scent of essential oils and aromatherapy in the air, heard the boy's footsteps walking softly beside her, and the boy's light breathing as he lowered his head.

The other party was very disciplined. The entire massage process was quiet and peaceful. He didn't try to win over the client or engage in any interpersonal relationships, and he didn't fawn or flatter. He didn't say a word and went through the entire process quietly.

Xin Tong doesn't like heavy massages; she considers them therapeutic. She comes for a treat. She prefers the kind that's incredibly gentle, soft, and leaves her feeling instantly sleepy. Therefore, she usually asks the massage therapist for instructions during the session.

But this boy, after just the first press, he had the strength that Xin Tong liked.

She likes the smell of rose essential oil, the touch of silk, and the massage area and strength.

He seemed to know her preferences very well. The whole massage process was extremely meticulous, gentle and careful, and there was nothing wrong with it. Every action almost completely hit Xin Tong's spot.

She completely relaxed and fell asleep defenselessly.

When the set two-hour clock rang, she opened her eyes and saw him sitting quietly and obediently beside the bed.

He didn't play with his phone or do anything else. He just waited quietly and wholeheartedly for her to wake up.

Xin Tong stretched out lazily and comfortably.

The movement was a bit too big, and the hem of the clothes was pulled up, revealing a piece of delicate and white skin on the lower abdomen.

The boy was stunned and quickly turned his head and looked away.

In the dim room, a blush appeared on the side of his face.

Xin Tong didn't notice him, drank two sips of water, and felt happy and satisfied.

"You pressed it very well."

"What's your name?"

The boy was startled, then his eyes lit up, "My, my name is..."

"No. Not your name."

Xin Tong shook her head. "It's your work number."

She just wanted a massage. No romantic intentions.

The boy lowered his head in disappointment and said after two seconds, "0401."

"Yeah. I'll come see you next time."

She got up, packed her things and went out. After opening the door, she suddenly seemed to remember something and smiled at the boy.

"What a coincidence, my birthday is also 04:01."

After saying that, she turned her back to him, raised her arm, waved in the air, and walked away in a cool manner.

*

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Xin Tong walked out of the Peach Seal door, feeling relaxed.

My consciousness was weakened during the two days of high fever, and after waking up, I spent three days in the hospital suffering from insomnia and being weighed down with worries.

The sleep I just had was the best sleep I had this week.

She walked on the desolate and deserted street, looked up and saw a cold crescent moon.

The sky was heavy, vast and oppressive. The pitch-black night sky was filled with stars, the tiny stars like white paint on canvas, the tiny planets rotated over and over again, and the Milky Way stretched thousands of miles, the stars shining brightly.

Wucheng is a prosperous port city. Located at the mouth of the sea, where the river meets the sea, it boasts well-developed transportation, and the neon lights of a major city glitter on both sides. Twenty million people live their dreams, multiply, and thrive here.

This city carries all her youth. She shares its prosperity and loneliness.

The air was cold. The last insect chirp in the grass had died away, and the branches of the sycamore trees were withered and desolate.

Late autumn is almost over.

Winter is coming to Wucheng.

The wind blew her long black hair across her face, and she slowly held her windbreaker tightly to herself.

The only sound in my ears is my own footsteps. The road ahead is long. In the distant darkness, the end seems like some elusive and uncontrollable life choices. I can't see it clearly and I can't reach it.

Xin Tong felt deeply confused in this last lonely night of late autumn.

My heart felt heavy. Although I was walking on the familiar city streets, it felt like I was still in the snow-capped mountains and hospital bed of a foreign country, with a high fever, half asleep and half awake, quietly falling to the bottom of the dark green lake.

She suddenly didn't know where to go.

I don’t know how to proceed.

Was it him? Was he the one who did it? Did he hate me so much that he wanted to kill me?

Near-death experiences, coincidental events, disappearing evidence, and terrifying speculations.

There are no answers to anything anymore.

The belated realization, masked by her parents' doting, was like twenty years of diligent nourishment for a plant. She and He Tianqi were branches of the same plant, half in the shadow, half in the sun. Who was the shadow, who was the sun?

…

The street lights above her head flickered, and she suddenly came to her senses and found that she had actually walked to the river.

This is a small river that winds its way around the main urban area of ​​Wucheng, separating the two banks. The surrounding environment is quiet and peaceful, with willows often swaying along the riverbank in spring, and there is a small park nearby.

There were few people here to begin with, and it was even more desolate and deserted at this time, past eleven o'clock at night, with not a single person in sight.

It's very late.

But Xin Tong didn't want to go home.

She didn't want to ask Song Qingyun for shelter. Her best friend was timid and afraid of the dark. Xin Tong had always protected her when she went to the haunted house. Whenever she was bullied as a child, she would just cry and come to Xin Tong for support. If I told her these things, she'd be terrified.

Xin Tong had nowhere to go.

Wandering by the quiet river at night, pacing aimlessly, like a wandering soul.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming from the front.

The surroundings were quiet and deserted, and the sound of footsteps was the only sound that did not belong to the surrounding natural environment.

It was a man's gait. Steady, a touch leisurely. Sneakers scraped across the ground, leaving behind a dull, grinding sound.

Xin Tong raised her head.

The next second, she saw a tall, shadowy figure right in front of her, hidden in the shadows of the willow trees hanging by the roadside.

The two people were on the same road and met head-on.

She continued walking forward, and the man continued walking forward too.

When the man walked out of the shadow of the willow tree step by step, Xin Tong suddenly stopped.

She saw Jiang Chongyan walking towards her step by step in the moonlight, under the willow tree by the Qing River.

…

The young man was dressed in white.

Her hair was loose, lightly covering her eyebrows. Among the scattered and flowing golden hair, you could occasionally catch a glimpse of small silver earrings in the shape of flowers, swaying back and forth as she walked.

Xin Tong stood there, suddenly not knowing how to react.

Haven't seen you for a week.

After the two of them had a light kiss.

When he was in the snowy mountains, he was wearing a ski suit, a big pair of goggles on his face, and he was tall and straight. Even when he was suffering from hypothermia, he still had a strong sporty and youthful aura.

Now back in the real world, he's back to his usual swanky, casual, trendy style, and a love of dressing up. Even the most bizarre accessories seem natural on him.

He walked forward alone, head bowed. He didn't look around, nor did he look ahead. Even when he reached Xin Tong, he didn't even bother looking up, turning slightly to go around.

Suddenly, he stopped.

His eyes fell on Xin Tong's feet.

——What she wore today was the pair of shoes that Jiang Chongyan had given her before.

The eldest young master raised his head instantly.

The two looked at each other.

The night wind blew by the riverbank, and the silence around them seemed like a winding current.

The moment our eyes met, it was like a tangible silk. My senses were blank, only my eyes remained.

Xin Tong was the first to react to this magical eye contact.

She blinked and spoke first.

"hello."

The young man seemed to be finally brought back to life by these two words, and he turned his head away and looked elsewhere.

After two seconds, he responded, "Yeah."

"What are you doing here?" Xin Tong asked.

Jiang Chongyan's eyes seemed to fall on her shoes again. After a few seconds, he looked away and looked at the river beside him.

When he turned his head, his left cheek was facing Xin Tong. Under the dim yellow light of the street lamp, the three small black moles on his left cheek were fully displayed in front of her.

Xin Tong stared at it for a while, and suddenly thought inexplicably:

Like three small sesame seeds.

It's like the black ink that was accidentally spilled on rice paper when I was practicing calligraphy as a child.

It's like the last few strokes of a painting, the most expressive and important ones.

"I can't sleep. I came out for a walk."

He answered in a low voice.

Can't sleep?

Under the light, Xin Tong saw the man's narrow face with a distinct jawline. Below his full lips was the prominent Adam's apple at the base of his neck. Together with his nose and forehead, it formed a long, black line that defined his profile.

"Why can't you sleep?"

Jiang Chongyan looked at her when he heard this.

Turn back again.

“…No reason.”

A man and a woman stood in the moonlight. One tall, one short, their shadows overlapping. The air was filled with the faint scent of azaleas, drifting on the wind.

A very comfortable feeling suddenly rose from the soles of Xin Tong's feet.

That's really strange.

Xin Tong thought.

Jiang Chongyan is a distant person. He doesn't get close to others easily. Most of the time, he doesn't talk or smile. He just stands there quietly with his hands in his pockets.

But when she was with Jiang Chongyan, she always felt a sense of security for some unknown reason.

Whether on the icy and dangerous snowy mountains or by the river in the bustling and cold Wucheng at night, this man was cold, arrogant, and fierce to others. But Xin Tong didn't find him scary at all.

Instead, she felt very comfortable around him.

Like a flame in the dark night, some people find it dangerous, but she finds it blazing.

Like the boundless night in the city, some people feel cold, but she feels safe and peaceful.

The man lowered his head and turned his head to look at the river.

And Xin Tong looked at him.

The two were silent. No one spoke, but neither of them left first.

Two insomniacs walked out of the house alone, both trying to find a solution to their complex emotions. They met face to face under the moonlight by the river, and stayed together in silence.

…

All the unsolvable worries just now seemed to disappear from Xin Tong's mind in an instant.

She suddenly felt that her life was particularly beautiful.

Especially at this moment.

"Jiang Chongyan."

She suddenly spoke, her posture relaxed, looking up at him, and said honestly,

"Actually, when you smile and show your fangs, you're really cute."

The man's expression froze.

Xin Tong immediately took a step forward, and the distance between them was suddenly shortened. She tilted her head and stared at the man's lips.

His lips were full, with a pronounced peak on the upper lip and a rounded lower lip. His face was sharp, but it was precisely this shape of his lips that gave him a childish, stubborn air.

Xin Tong's eyes sparkled.

"Smile for me again."

After saying this, the eldest young master's face darkened and he looked down at her, a little angry.

"What do you take me for?"

"Do you think I'm one of those male models around you who can just smile casually?"

Xin Tong clicked his tongue.

"Look, I didn't compare you to a male model. You did that first."

"but."

Looking at his uncertain expression, she thought about it and couldn't help but tell the truth.

"You have a better figure than those male models."

Jiang Chongyan's face turned cold instantly.

"What did you say?"

He was quite scary when his face turned cold. He looked fierce in the night and the air around him seemed to be frozen.

He then took two steps forward, and it looked like he was going to settle the score with her with a sullen face.

Xin Tong was not afraid at all.

“Hahahahahaha!”

She laughed heartily, turned around and ran away giggling.

The girl's long hair fluttered and her laughter was crisp. She was joking with him but was afraid that he would be really angry, so she ran away very quickly and disappeared in a few seconds.

Jiang Chongyan watched her running away. Moonlight shone all along the way.

He suddenly lowered his head and laughed twice.

"whispering sound."