"Is that right? I won't ask me for a while." He looked at her slowly walking in front of him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Whoever asks you to be a puppy!"
"All right……"
Jin Ting stopped talking, and the two of them walked forward quietly, maintaining a certain pace. She was in front and he was behind, slowly turning one bend after another, walking one after another, closing one after another
The shop...
The moon above my head is just round, casting mottled light and shadow on the walls of the alley. The street lights look like sleeping people, looking at them with their lazy eyes.
Occasionally, stray dogs or stray cats flashed by at once, looked at the first snow with innocent eyes, and ran away hurriedly.
Walking like this is also very beautiful...
Chuxue suddenly had a wish that it would seem good if the road would never end.
No job, no intrigue, no resentment, no torture, just walking, walking...
She suddenly heard a pleasant whistle coming from behind.
It turned out to be Jin Ting was blowing the whistle!
It can't be said to be a song, but the tune is very nice, with some exotic melody, bright and lingering flavor, the rhythm is light, making people feel enchanted as they listen.
It was as if the larks on the branches were jumping.
Suddenly the whistle stopped at the most beautiful and high-pitched moment. She hadn't heard enough yet, so she couldn't help but say, "Hey..."
"Huh? What?" His voice rang behind him with a smile.
"I said, can you continue to blow..."
"What are you blowing?"
"Whistle..." She continued to walk forward without looking back at him, but knowing that he was following three steps behind, this feeling was really... hard to describe.
"Whistle? I didn't whistle just now."
"A lie! Who is blowing the whistle?"
"I don't know, I didn't hear the whistle." Jin Ting's voice was faint, without any fluctuations, "Did you hear it?"
Chuxue was stunned: "No... someone whistled just now... It sounded very nice, it felt like a foreign anthem."
"Then you must be auditory hallucinating or hitting a ghost." Jin Ting said seriously.
"Bah! You are just the crow's mouth! I'm always with you, why are you hitting me? I'm a materialist, so I don't believe this!"
"That might be, maybe I'm not a human being with you... Look, it's the second half of the night, it's the legendary time for hundreds of ghosts to travel at night. Have you ever heard a story?"
"What story?"
"Are you sure you want to listen?"
"Tell me, I'm very brave, tell me!" Chu Xue's heart was already pounding, but her mouth was still very harsh.
"Ah, that is, a woman and her boyfriend were dating in the middle of the night. She was walking in the alley. She held his hand. Both of them didn't speak. They walked through an alley without street lights. At the beginning, they were talking and laughing.
I smiled and felt it was quite romantic, but no matter how I walked in the alley, it seemed like there was no end..."
With Jin Ting's voice, there was indeed an alley without street lights in front of him!
Chuxue's face changed slightly... This is a coincidence!
But he can't retreat at this moment. He will definitely laugh at him when he retreats. He can only keep going forward with his teeth...
Jin Ting continued to say with a faint smile on the corner of his lips: "This alley is very similar to the one we are walking on now. It is pitch black and there is no light to see, and even my boyfriend's face can't be seen clearly.
The woman became more and more afraid, and she heard her boyfriend whistling. Dididida... didididida... She felt a little relieved and grabbed his hand tightly. Finally, she saw the light in front of her, and she was very happy...
He told him, we arrived...but the man didn't speak, just continued to whistle..."
"…" The more Chuxue listens, the more terrifying it becomes.
"When I arrived at the entrance of the alley, the woman turned around and the moonlight shone on his face. Only then did she realize that his face was blank, without eyes, nose, ears... only one mouth, one opening and one closing, whistling
... didididida...and blood flowed down from his mouth, flowed down... all the way to the back of her hand..."
Before he finished speaking, he stepped behind her, grabbed her hand and placed it on his face...
Chuxue screamed and tried hard to shake his hand away, as if his face had really lost eyes, nose and ears in an instant. She looked pale and sweated all over...
He grabbed her hand tightly, and his voice softly: "Okay, okay, that's just a ghost story, not me... don't believe it, please touch it carefully?"
Chuxue was shocked after a while, and his palms were covered in cold sweat. He felt Jin Ting's eyelashes shining in her palms. His high, straight nose bridge, his lines were firm, but his very soft lips were so warm...
She then breathed a sigh of relief and complained: "Why are you telling ghost stories to scare me!"
"I won't scare you, you little donkey keep running forward with your hooves sticking out your hooves..." He stroked the back of her head, "Okay, it's just a story..."
"No, you just know how scared me, why are you so bad, why are you so annoying!!!" Her little fist kept pounding his chest, and tears fell again disobediently, "You will torture me, one day
If you are tortured to death, you will be happy..."
"You want to die?" He suddenly pushed her against the wall.
"What are you going to do again..." She weakly pushed him with her elbow, "Okay, don't scare me, there is no street light here, it's so scary... Let's go home... Where is your car? We drive
Go home..."
She herself didn't realize that she said 'we' so naturally, 'we', 'we'll go home'.
Jin Ting's voice was hoarse, with a hint of scent. One hand touched her waist, "Car? Isn't the car parked at the door? Where can I find it now?"
"Ah...I thought you recognized the way."
"I recognize the way..." The tip of his tongue was disobedient and circling in the delicate cochlea that belonged to her, as disobedient as her shell.
"Itchy... I know how to lie to me... You recognize the road, why don't you know where the car is parked..." She struggled helplessly, feeling him push her back to him vigorously and stick her to her.
On the rough wooden door, her arms were tightly locked...
What is he going to do?
She was so nervous. What if that was someone else’s door? Will anyone hear any discordant sounds in the middle of the night, and when they open the door, they see that they are disheveled?
If that were the case, it would be really embarrassing...
"What I recognize is...this road."
His palm lifted up her skirt, and the palms pressed on her soft and seductive arc, and then slowly slid towards a certain direction...
"Hate--!!!"
[Author’s off-topic]: Hahaha~ Mr. Jin’s skills in telling ghost stories are first-class!