Chapter 24 Dream of Fog 4

Luo Hanfeng and Bai Shu'an got out of the car and went up the stone steps. They walked to the gate, went straight through the dim yellow hall, and then stepped up the light blue carpet. Turning was the living room on the second floor.

Luo Hanfeng lit all the lights and showed an extremely elegant place in front of Bai Shu'an. The TV background wall as clear as sea water on the left is coming, and under the white wall on the right side, there is a ring of exquisite soft leather and clear blue sofas. In the middle, all round arched glass windows are inlaid. Looking down, on marble shelves of different heights and shapes, books, flower pots, ingestoes, violins and other elegant things are scattered.

Bai Shu'an had always been following him tremblingly, but when she saw such a wonderful place, she couldn't help walking to the window, picked up a calligraphy and painting fan on the oval white stone shelf to play with it, put down the fan, and then picked up a few books next to her, all in English that she didn't know much about. She looked at him strangely. He A cup of fragrant coffee was handed over.

"Are these all your usual readings?"

"That's just for decoration." He smiled and retreated to the top of the stairs and bent slightly to signal her. She followed and saw him push open a milky white wooden door on the left side of the stairs. The moment the light lit up, she was shocked that she was in a strange sea of books. There was nothing else in the empty room, only two walls of bookshelves, square and orderly lattices. There are various kinds of books piled up in different categories.

Bai Shu'an went to the middle and casually pulled out a book from a grid and opened it. It turned out to be "Biography of Mozart". In the same grid, there were all the music scores of his representative works, including "The Wedding of Feigaro" and "Requiem".

She gently put back these sacred files and picked up the upper book, which turned out to be the Biography of Chopin and the music score, followed by the biographies of legends in the history of Western classical music such as Debsey and Beethoven. These bibliographics are numerous, occupying half of the wall, but they are spotless.

"When I was young, I was crazy about classical music. When I returned to China after graduating from college, I collected all the books I wanted to buy." Luo Hanfeng stood at a distance, and from time to time came a few words to explain his doubts.

"I'm not as happy as you. When I was a child, my family was very poor. It was Aunt Man who taught me to read and read..."

"However, there are some things that are easy for you to get, but they are very luxurious to me."

She looked at him puzzledly. The light was originally clear, but it reflected that his straight body was a little lonely. His firm face was a little cold, like a sculpture, as if he had been standing there for a long time...

Bai Shu'an stared for a while before trying to recall the meaning of what he said just now, but after thinking about it for a long time, she felt that such a thing could not exist.

He walked to the bookshelf opposite, where all the Chinese classics were displayed. Shu'an casually pulled out one and turned out to be Historical Records.

"It's strange. Although I grew up abroad, it's not difficult to learn ancient Chinese at all, as if it's instinct." Luo Hanfeng's tone finally returned to normal, relaxed and plain like talking to an old friend who had known him for many years.

I don't know why, Bai Shu'an didn't dare to look at him again. Although talking to him also gave her an extremely subtle sense of intimacy.

After coming out of the study, he took her into the opposite bedroom. It is also elegantly decorated and warm, but Bai Shu'an's heart is inexplicably nervous.

"Hmm."

"Hmm..." The two people opened their mouths strangely at the same time. He said, "What do you want to say?" But she said, "You'd better say it first!"

"Well, you can live here at ease." He stuffed a bunch of keys into her hand. "You must be tired today. Go to bed early. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Are you leaving?" She followed him out of the bedroom in surprise and was suddenly a little at a loss, "Here...not..."

"I don't usually live here, except under special circumstances." He finished the coffee on the coffee table and put the messy decorative book back on the tray. Then he turned to the stairs and explained, "This is called Ziyun Apartment. I bought it when I returned to China. Except for my father and the maid, you are the first guest here..."

The clearer the meaning of his words, the more urgent the entanglement in her heart was.

Bai Shu'an stood at the top of the stairs and saw him downstairs. Luo Hanfeng suddenly turned around and said, "Oh, by the way, there should be some food in the refrigerator in the kitchen downstairs. If you are hungry... the daily necessities in the bathroom are also very complete."

"Oh."

He stared for a long time before saying the last sentence: "Good night, Miss Bai!"

"Good night!" She stood in place until his tall and straight figure disappeared into the corridor, followed by his firm and powerful footsteps, then the sound of the car's "sud" motor, and finally with a "bang", the iron door in the yard automatically closed.

The world has returned to tranquility, but she can't wake up from this confusing atmosphere. That night, Bai Shu'an lay alone in a strange ** and couldn't sleep.

After she was awakened by a familiar nightmare, a person curled up in the corner of the bed for a long time. She suspected that she had come to the wrong place. How could she be so embarrassed? She was a little afraid. She was very excited about whether she could overcome the unknown fate, because it should be very close to Aunt Man, and maybe she could meet her tomorrow.

There is another thing she didn't expect that Luo Hanfeng, a man, has officially entered her life from today, and her life has changed.

******

When Luo Hanfeng returned to Luoyuan, the hour hand had pointed to ten o'clock, but the light in the lobby had not been turned off. Luo Tianqi was buried alone in the sofa and smoked a cigar. The white smoke circle was gradually dyed in the fog of the light, and the strands circled in the air.

"Dad, haven't you slept yet?" Luo Hanfeng walked lightly and quietly. He slowly walked to the center of the living room and looked down at his father sitting opposite him.

"Don't you want to explain it?" Luo Tianqi's tone is not high, but the deep momentum clearly reveals a kind of reproach, "What is the important thing that can make you leave the company meeting, and even forget the dinner with Mayor Zhang at night?"

Luo Hanfeng covered his face and sighed, frowned slightly, and looked very tired. "At the meeting this afternoon, I suddenly felt dizzy and my vision was a little blurred. Originally, I just went out to answer the phone, but then I couldn't help but go to the apartment to rest for a while."

As a son, Luo Hanfeng knows his father's weakness. Except for his own body, there seems to be no other reason to relieve his anger and anxiety.

Sure enough, Luo Tianqi urgently extinguished the cigar in his hand in the transparent glass jar next to him. His body quickly left the sofa, walked to his son's eyes, put his shoulders with both hands, and asked with concern, "How could this happen? Last time you suddenly fainted at school, you made me I was shocked, but it's been ten years... How come... No, let's ask Yanxi to come and have a look."

"Dad, don't worry too much. Maybe it's just excessive fatigue. I slept for a long time and felt much better. I was afraid that the people in the company would cause unnecessary trouble after knowing it, so I left the company directly.

"Well, are you sure it's okay?"

"It's okay. If you are worried, I will go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow.

Looking at his son's calm expression, as if there was no trace of pain, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, how's the story about the theater?"

"Apart from talking about the theater, how did you know Mayor Zhang's daughter?"

"Mayor Zhang's daughter, Zhang Shiyao?" Luo Hanfeng seemed to think for a while and said solemnly to his father, "I met her on the racecourse the day before yesterday. It was just the first time we met."

Luo Tianqi laughed happily, "At tonight's dinner, Mayor Zhang mentioned his daughter who had just returned to China and you. Listening to that tone, Miss Zhang has a good impression of you."

"Real?" Luo Hanfeng squeezed the corners of his lips and smiled indifferently.

"It's just that there were some accidents in the theater." Luo Tianqi sat back on the sofa again, and there was a trace of worry in the dark circles under his silver hair. "The day before yesterday, the joint book of more than 20 literary and art masters from all over the country led by Wang Zhiyi was handed over to Mayor Zhang. They pointed out that Chunhua Theatre has undertaken a major historical mission of developing Yuncheng culture for more than half a century. Yes, it cannot be easily rebuilt because of economic development. In order to stabilize the overall situation and avoid distorted public opinion, Mayor Zhang is also a little shaken now.

After hearing this, Luo Hanfeng was shocked. He almost immediately guessed the inextricable connection between Bai Shu'an and this incident. However, he was still very calm in front of his father, "Do you have any countermeasures?"

"Do not move, wait for the opportunity." Luo Tianqi eased his eyebrows and smiled at his son. "You don't have to worry about this for the time being. Go to the hospital for a full-body examination tomorrow, and then stay at home and have a good rest for two days."

In normal times, Luo Hanfeng must refuse, or find a reason to prevaricate, but this time for him, it seems to be a godsend. He quietly agreed to his father's advice, bowed slightly, and turned to walk upstairs.