Chapter 8

After the four of them arrived at the night market, Yan Yuheng walked past the barber shop and pushed the door open, followed closely by Mo Yousen. They were determined to get their hair done today. Zhang Qianyi went in and asked Tony how many hours it would take, then he and Jiang Ting leisurely wandered around the night market.

"His last name is Wang?" Zhang Qianyi was the first to break the deadlock.

Jiang Ting was stunned for a moment, then replied with a smile, "Yes."

Zhang Qianyi asked, "What kind of person is he?"

Jiang Ting thought for a moment. "Well, how should I put it? I haven't met him yet. He has a nice, soft voice. And judging by his photos, he's very handsome, with fair skin."

Zhang Qianyi was puzzled. "Beautiful? And I've never seen one before?"

Jiang Ting nodded. "Yes, a very handsome man. I met him through online chatting."

Zhang Qianyi felt like he was struck by lightning. "Is this guy reliable? We met online. Do you know him?"

Jiang Ting felt that Zhang Qianyi's tone was a little excited, and quickly comforted him, "Don't worry, no one can take advantage of me."

Zhang Qianyi didn't say much. He couldn't interfere with any of Jiang Ting's decisions. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with trembling hands, and took a deep puff.

Jiang Ting snatched the cigarette from Zhang Qianyi's hand, put it out and threw it into the trash can, then went to the stall next to her and bought a coconut and handed it to Zhang Qianyi. Zhang Qianyi stared at it blankly and then took a sip through the straw.

Jiang Ting walked ahead and said, "I know this sounds ridiculous, but love is unreasonable. It won't follow the route you set. You must think I'm crazy, right? I'm doing this for an online friend I've never met." Jiang Ting smiled. "He doesn't know I like him yet. I've made up my mind. If I lose this bet, it doesn't matter. I'm not the kind of person who can't let go. I'll just treat it as a game and delete my account to start over."

Zhang Qianyi patted Jiang Ting's shoulder in a nonchalant manner, "It's okay. If you fail, I'll give you my shoulder to lean on!"

Jiang Ting raised her hand and punched him, "You're already badmouthing me before the fight even starts!"

Zhang Qianyi pointed at the coconut in his hand and said, "I've finished mine. Do you want some? And I'll give them one too."

Jiang Ting said, "I won't drink anymore. I ate too much today."

"Okay, I'll go buy two for them."

After taking off his hair, Yan Yuheng looked at himself in the mirror. His facial features were angular and slightly aggressive, and his eyes were deep and bright. Yan Yuheng forced a smile at the mirror, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. It had been a long time since he had seen himself looking so handsome and fresh.

Mo Yousen glanced at Yan Yuheng next to him. He was poking his face with both hands, immersively watching himself in the mirror. Yan Yuheng suddenly turned his head to look at Mo Yousen. Mo Yousen thought he was caught peeking and hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

"Xiao Sen, do you think I'm handsome?"

Mo Yousen turned his head and looked at him for three seconds, "Handsome! As handsome as ever!"

"Really? How handsome is he? Who is more handsome, Zhang Qianyi or me?" Yan Yuheng leaned over and stared at Mo Yousen.

Mo Yousen pulled his head back slightly and said seriously, "I don't think Zhang Qianyi is comparable to you, Brother Heng."

Yan Yuheng was overjoyed after hearing this, "How come my Senbao is so good at talking? I like you so much."

Mo Yousen's face flushed and he pretended to be playing with his phone nonchalantly, but his heart was actually beating out of his throat.

Zhang Qianyi just happened to come in with two coconuts and handed them to Yan Yuheng, "Oh, I can't recognize you, Young Master Yan."

Yan Yuheng pushed his hair back and said, "Please call me Marshal Yan."

Zhang Qianyi said, "You really know how to climb the pole."

Jiang Ting and Zhang Qianyi sat on the sofa waiting for Mo Yousen. Yan Yuheng picked up the coconut and brought it to Mo Yousen's mouth. Mo Yousen drank a few sips and declared that he was full and didn't want any more.

Yan Yuheng retracted his arm and planned to take a couple of sips to quench his thirst: "You drank it all! I thought you would leave half for me!" Yan Yuheng yelled, "Xiao Sen, you have changed. Is it Zhang Qianyi who led you astray?"

Zhang Qianyi was immediately displeased when he heard this, "Are you sick? You can blame me for everything!"

Mo Yousen laughed heartily, "This coconut arrived just in time. I'm really thirsty."

Jiang Ting pointed at the remaining young coconut and said, "Isn't there still one left? Are we too poor to afford young coconut?"

Yan Yuheng drank the coconut fiercely. Zhang Qianyi was speechless and said, "What a bastard you are! You can get angry over a coconut."

Jiang Ting asked, "Xiao Sen, how long do you have left?"

Mo Yousen's barber replied, "Half an hour is enough."

Jiang Ting said, "Come on, let's play a couple of rounds of mahjong."

The four of them took out their cell phones and started fighting. "One point is 100 yuan, no upper limit." Yan Yuheng opened a room and pulled the rest of the people in.

"The limit is half an hour, and we will settle the bill after Xiaosen finishes dyeing his hair." Jiang Ting said.

Zhang Qianyi won the Gangbao in the first round and made 128 times his money. "Zhang Qianyi, did you sell yourself to the dealer?" Yan Yuheng sat cross-legged on the sofa and bumped Zhang Qianyi's shoulder.

After the game, only Mo Yousen's family lost, while the other three people won more or less, and Zhang Qianyi won the most.

Zhang Qianyi secretly leaned over to Yan Yuheng's ear and said, "Don't think I don't know. It's too obvious that you're giving Xiao Sen a hand."

Yan Yuheng shrugged, "So what? I'm an honest man and I don't do shady things."

Mo Yousen lost more than 40,000 yuan, and Yan Yuheng waved his hand and said, "You don't have to pay Brother Heng's money."

Zhang Qianyi immediately said, "Xiao Sen, transfer Yan Yuheng's money to me."

"Why? If I don't give it to you, I won't give it to you!" Yan Yuheng was so anxious that he jumped up and down.

Mo Yousen transferred 20,000 to each of them and said, "Stop arguing. Everyone gets a share."

Yan Yuheng saluted Mo Yousen and shouted, "Thank you, Master Sen, for saving my life!"

Mo Yousen scratched his head embarrassedly and smiled gently and brightly. Yan Yuheng was mesmerized. He walked up to Mo Yousen, hugged him and slapped him hard on the forehead.

Mo Yousen was stunned. Zhang Qianyi immediately pulled Yan Yuheng away when he saw that something was wrong. "You're grown up now. You can't kiss as often as you did when you were little."

Yan Yuheng said, "No matter how old we get, Xiaosen and I will never be apart." Yan Yuheng looked at Mo Yousen and raised his left eyebrow, "Right? Xiaosen."

Mo Yousen felt the heat on his forehead still lingering, his heart pounding in his chest. He feigned composure as he stared at Yan Yuheng, his lips curled up, "Yes, Brother Heng and I are bound by the system."

Zhang Qianyi was the first to walk out of the barber shop, Yan Yuheng followed quickly, and Jiang Ting walked behind them holding Mo Yousen.

"You're too crazy. If Xiaosen senses something is wrong, you two might not even be able to be friends anymore." Zhang Qianyi whispered, putting his arm around Yan Yuheng's shoulder.

Yan Yuheng said, "I'm not like you. I plan to confess my feelings to you when we get to Country M. I want to use this time to cultivate our relationship. Have you suffered another setback?"

Zhang Qianyi really admired Yan Yuheng's sixth sense. Even if he pretended to be good on the surface, he could still sense it. "Yes, this blow is quite big."

Yan Yuheng became excited, "Tell me more quickly and let me laugh at you."

Zhang Qianyi said slowly: "That man is just her online friend. The two of them have never even met."

Yan Yuheng pondered, "This is indeed magical. Jiang Ting is not such an irrational person. Maybe this is the magic of love."

Zhang Qianyi smiled bitterly and shook his head, "That guy doesn't even know Jiang Ting likes him."

Yan Yuheng frowned, "This is a serious matter. Is she crazy?"

Just as Zhang Qianyi was about to speak, Mo Yousen put his hands on their shoulders and squeezed his head in. "What are you whispering about? Why don't you let me hear?"

Zhang Qianyi pushed Mo Yousen's head towards Yan Yuheng, "Children should not interrupt when adults are talking."

Jiang Ting walked behind and said slowly, "Yan Yuheng is not as mature as his 13-year-old cousin."

Yan Yuheng glanced at Jiang Ting and immediately turned around to hug Mo Yousen from behind, "Xiao Sen, your sister Ting bullied me, wuwu."

Jiang Ting and Zhang Qianyi looked at each other and clapped their hands in understanding.

As soon as Yan Yuheng got in the car, he lay on Mo Yousen's legs and played with his phone. Mo Yousen put his hand on Yan Yuheng's shoulder and leaned against the rear window with his eyes closed. When Yan Yuheng was about to talk to Mo Yousen, he saw that Mo Yousen was sleeping with his eyes closed. Yan Yuheng turned around and took Mo Yousen's hand on his shoulder, wrapped it around his shoulder, and interlaced their fingers on his chest.

Mo Yousen's heart began to beat wildly when their hands were clasped together, and heat rushed to his brain. He gasped slightly to try to calm his heartbeat. The touch of his hands was real and strong, and it seemed as if there were an invisible hand plucking his heartstrings all the time.

Yan Yuheng fell asleep as soon as he put down his phone. Mo Yousen's heart was beating like a wild horse but he didn't dare to move. He was afraid that he would look at Yan Yuheng as soon as he opened his eyes. Mo Yousen raised his eyelids a little and found that Yan Yuheng was already asleep, so he opened his eyes and looked at Yan Yuheng quietly.

Zhang Qianyi and Jiang Ting occasionally exchanged words, mostly complaining about the passing traffic. Zhang Qianyi, his phone hooked to the car, hummed softly along with the music. "If you were a couple, if you lived together, you'd still miss her, even though she's so close, your heart so far away. It's overwhelming, like a tide. I'd think about who I'd be with, even if I died, and find joy in the guilt."

When I was a child, I just thought Eason Chan’s songs were nice and I even went to see his concerts. I didn’t understand the meaning of every word, but just hummed along with the crowd, shaking my head. When I grew up, I suddenly realized that I had become the person in the song.

For Zhang Qianyi, the taste of secret love is both sweet and bitter, like the spring rain, moistening everything silently and refreshing the heart, and like the untouchable moon in the sky, no matter how you stretch your arms, you can only be illuminated by the moonlight in the corner for a moment. My moon does not belong to me, but at least for a moment, its light is also sprinkled on me.