Chapter 15 Deep Courtyard 2

The outdoor night is bright, the moon is as quiet as water, and Luo Hanfeng moves forward quickly along the flower room. Yu caught up, took a breath, and asked him behind his back, "Did you take the wrong medicine today?"

Luo Hanfeng walked slowly and still didn't say anything. Yu walked beside him side by side and shook his head helplessly: "It's not asking you to go on a blind date. Anyway, it's my mother and sister. You are so absent-minded, no wonder your godfather is angry.

Luo Hanfeng fiercely pulled down a leaf leaning beside him and casually replied, "You won't understand. I just hope my father knows exactly how his son feels.

"I really don't understand. Of course, I don't understand. Who can figure out what Master Luo is thinking?" Yu's tone was half joking and half serious. He put his hand on Luo Hanfeng's shoulder, tilted his head to his ear, and smiled mysteriously: "Let's say something happy. I know that a new casino has opened in Xinjing. It is said that there are the most exciting entertainment programs in it. It will open tomorrow. Are you interested in shopping?" Luo Hanfeng frowned slightly: "Well, if I stay at home, my father will think of a way to annoy me."

Qingyu jumped in front of him and broke Zhiya outside the garden one by one: "What ideas can godfather come up with? It bothers you. At most, he will find a woman who has passed the test for you to have a look. Oh, it's hard for him!"

Luo Hanfeng was silent for a moment and said awkwardly, "Yu, I feel a little strange these days."

Yu suddenly let go of the hand on his shoulder and tightened his tightness. "Your tone is so heavy, isn't it? Finally, you find that you are actually interested in men, right?"

Luo Hanfeng punched Yu in the chest unexpectedly, which made Yu immediately "wow" and bent down.

Yu slowly straightened up and punched him on the back. Luo Hanfeng did not resist, but laughed softly, "If I really have this hobby, will you still stand in front of me?"

Yu Mei smiled and said, "It's serious to make a joke. But to be serious, in the past two years, it's just the famous girls who have reported to Uncle Zhou. I guess I can line up from Luoyuan to Shihuang Square. Poor those survivors who have passed five levels and killed six generals and finally saw your true face. You, Master Luo, have not even seen one.

Luo Han looked fierce: "I don't like what others impose on me, especially women."

"Very good, you finally talked about women. Just now you said that you had become a little strange. What's going on? I'd like to hear more about it!"

Luo Han Fengxin folded a Bailan hanging on the fence and sniffed it, showing a strange smile: "If a girl gives you a sense of déjà vu, what do you think it means?"

"Oh, your emotional intelligence is finally enlightened, but don't blame me for not reminding you that your way of pleasing girls is a little old-fashioned. Nowadays, girls like to confess directly and don't like to play romance in a roundabout way.

"Don't compare those vulgar fans around you. I'm not you. I love each other."

Yu smiled carelessly, "Those are just acting on the scene. I've been in the flowers, and I'm not merciless at all. A heart is still intact for my upcoming true love."

Luo Hanfeng sighed, "Then I really feel very sorry for your upcoming true love."

Yu rubbed his palms and stood next to a cluster of delicate moon flowers with his backhand. The bright moonlight made his skin moist, and there was a flawless smile between his beautiful eyebrows: "My business, I won't worry about your noble young master Luo. Let's continue to talk about the lucky girl in your heart. Let me guess that you have been to Yuecheng twice recently. The last time it was for the celebration of Wuyue University, and this time it was for the academic seminar of Wuyue University. You didn't have the leisure to go to a university seminar before. Isn't it just for that familiar girl?

The corners of Luo Hanfeng's mouth curved a beautiful arc, and the white orchid petals in his hand were taken off and elegantly scattered in the air. The beautiful cherry blossom rain in his memory floated in front of him. He stared at the gorgeous ground and hesitated for a long time, but did not speak, but just accelerated his pace.

Yu chattered and asked endlessly. He followed him all the way through the Yuejipu and went straight to the boulevard, but he didn't get a reply. Finally, Luo Hanfeng finally couldn't stand it anymore. He shouted at Xizhong, who was standing in front of the door not far away, "Go and ask Qian Gui to drive the car over and send Master Yu back."

"All good!" Xizhong answered and ran to hide in the building.

A few minutes later, a black luxury car came face to face and stopped next to them. Yu clenched his fist, raised his hand in front of his chest, and made a "recalculated" posture. After Luo Hanfeng sent Qingyu away with unquestionable eyes, he paced into the foreign building.

The Luo family and the Qing family have met for three generations. Since the generation of Qingyu's grandfather, the Qing family has been planning in the industry of the Luo family. Luo Hanfeng's father Luo Tianqi and Qingyu's father Qingyan are also playmates who grew up together. Although the Luo family chose to move to the United States 40 years ago, and the two families temporarily lost contact, since Luo Tianqi returned to China to start a business seven years ago, he still undoubtedly valued the Qing family as a humerus minister. He not only accepted Qingyu as his god son, but also put Qingyan and Qingyu and his son as the deputy managing director of the group. And the position of the person in charge of the subsidiary is also full of benevolence.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, the core of the power of this family industry ultimately belongs to the Luo family. As the only heir of the family, Luo Hanfeng also knows the reason why many people are close to flatter, but he expects that Qingyu will be an exception. In any case, after returning to China, his three-year friendship with Qingyu is not a few words. To get rid of it.

Luo Hanfeng took a step and walked all the way through the marble paved passage. In the resplendent lobby, Luo Tianqi solemnly stuck in the sofa. When he saw Luo Hanfeng come in, the white porcelain red glazed cup on his hand was still on the side. He drank him in a low but extremely harsh tone: "Come here!"

Luo Hanfeng stood obediently in front of his father and lowered his head respectfully, but the expression on his face was neither humble nor arrogant.

"No matter how many knots you have in your heart, you must still call her mother in front of outsiders." Luo Tianqi raised his head slightly and looked directly into his son's eyes. There was a kind of majesty in his sharp eyes.

Luo Hanfeng pulled a contemptuous smile from the corners of his lips and replied slowly: "So, Dad has always thought that Yu is actually an outsider?

Luo Tianqi laughed at himself, and his eyes were still fierce. "I think in Luoyuan, including the whole Yuncheng, no one can be regarded as the real Luo family except me and you. I said this today, not to test your patience, nor do I want to verify anything, but to remind you. Have you ever thought about how you will face it if one day your mother and Jingmin return to Yuncheng? Is your performance the same as tonight, so that outsiders can see what's on your mind at a glance?

A trace of gloom flashed in Luo Hanfeng's eyes, and soon returned to normal. He nodded slightly to his father, "I understand what you mean. I think I know what to do in the future. If there is nothing else, I want to go upstairs to rest. He turned around and went straight to the stairs. His straight body blocked his father's worried eyes. As soon as he walked to the top of the stairs, Luo Tianqi's heavy voice came from behind him, "What's wrong with the back of your neck?"

He stopped and replied carelessly, "Nothing, just a few rashes, not serious, only a few places."

"Let's ask Yanxi to come and have a look." Just as no one can change what his father decided, Luo Hanfeng clearly understood that his pain did not last on the surface. The wounds accumulated in his heart for many years, such as the weeds living in the cold and dark corners, were raging and growing. He knew that such pain could never be eliminated.

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Luo Hanfeng's bedroom is located in the easternmost part of the foreign building. He doesn't like noise and loves the secludedness here.

Open the door, the super-large floor-to-ceiling glass window with emerald edged with emerald, like a thick ink and colorful picture frame, opened in front of him. If it weren't for the darkness of night, you could see the grand scenery of Luoyuan from here. A few green bamboos under the window are surrounded by a hedge and an east wall. In the wall, there are various kinds of precious orchids, called Youlan Valley. There is a strange fragrance here in all seasons and seductive dreams at night.

The left and right of the window, one front and one back, two blue walls, one side leading to the inner bedroom. He turned to the right and opened a milky white painted wooden door, inside which was a cloakroom. The housekeeper Li Jin had already put the salute next to the wardrobe. He bent down to open the box and took out the clothes and hung them in the middle of the neatly arranged cabinets.

At the bottom of the box was a snow-white shirt, which was bought at the Yuecheng Scenic Area at sunset. He raised the corners of his clothes, and a piece of plain silk suddenly slipped down. He looked down and saw a bunch of brandy, branches and leaves lying quietly in a corner, as if they were emitting a faint fragrance.

He picked up his hands and looked at it carefully. Seeing that there was still a pink "white" word embroidered in the flowers, he suddenly remembered the embarrassing scene on the boat that day. Although his consciousness was blurred, he could still feel her breath like an orchid in the haze...

"Bai Shu'an", he recited the name in his mouth, and a different smile appeared on the corners of his mouth... But the smile quickly cooled down on her lips. Such a quiet and indifferent woman drunk herself. Every word and every action she said last night was still vivid at this moment, precisely because she knew what she said. What he said and did were different. Luo Hanfeng felt a trace of anger with some jealousy, and the silk handkerchief in the palm of his hand was unconsciously clenched.

At this time, there was a bell outside the door, and Li Jin shouted outside, "Young master, Dr. Yan is here."

Luo Hanfeng stuffed the silk handkerchief into the cabinet, hurriedly turned out of the door, closed the coat and hat room, and welcomed Yanxi into the room.

Yanxi is thirty years old, medium-sized, wearing a beige shirt, the popular mid-level head, high forehead and thick eyebrows, a small beard under the wings of the nose, two thin lips touching the corners of the mouth when smiling, which is a little funny.

When Luo Hanfeng saw him, he said helplessly, "I'm really sorry. I just had a few rashes, but the old man was excited. At night, please come over."

"It's just a few rashes. It's very powerful to torture people." Yanxi went straight to the inner bedroom and put the medicine box he carried on the counter at the end of the bed. As usual, he carefully checked for him. Finally, he handed him a half-inch iron box containing two tablets.

Luo Hanfeng took a look. One was an ordinary anti-inflammatory drug, and the other was a multi-vitamin tablet. This health pill was taken by him on a daily basis, and then gave him an external plaster, which was not special. He just threw it on the bed cabinet.

At the end of diagnosis and treatment, Yanxi talked to him while sorting out the utensils, and the moustache under his nose trembled slightly: "The young master is Chairman Luo's heart. Even if there is a slight mistake, I can't afford it. Of course, no matter how good a doctor is, if he meets a disobedient patient, it will not be of any good.

Luo Hanfeng half lay down and half leaned on **, turned his face and looked at him with a smile, "Don't worry, Dr. Yan, I will take it on time."

"That's good. I hope you... take care." He aggravated his tone of the last two words, like a warning. Luo Hanfeng did not get up from **, but politely thanked him.

After Yanxi left, the room finally fell into the silence in the middle of the night.

He walked slowly through the golden window door and entered the black balcony. Looking around, it was a shadowy, uneven, a jungle of flowers and trees swaying in the wind; in the distance, it was a quiet mountain; outside the distant mountain, there seemed to be a melodious melody, curling and naa, coming into his ears...

"The flowers and shadows overlap and the fragrance are fine, and the courtyard is deep and the moon is bright..."

At the end of the song, the lingering sound rises again.

"It's like a beautiful flower for you, like a flowing year..."

The voice is more and more sad, and the melody is more sad. I can't think of what kind of ups and downs I have experienced before I can sing such a sad and affection; what kind of ethereal shadow can make such a touching song; what's more, it is not clear whether the sound comes from a dream or a kind of meditation, and how can it linger in my mind for a long time...