Chapter 33 Late sunset 1

In the empty and narrow study, the hot afternoon sun passed through the cracks in the tall European-style glass window and showed a long golden mark on the vermilion floor.

Bai Shu'an was barefoot, attached to her body, half lying on the floor, with a wide beige towel in her hands, and struggled to hit from one end of the room to the other end, repeatedly rubbing it back and forth. Where the towel passed, the bright floor was shining golden.

A little dust floated into the quiet air. Bai Shu'an turned around and smiled with satisfaction. The fine beads of sweat slowly slid down her forehead, and her slightly red and white cheeks smiled.

At this moment, Bai Shu'an has only one idea in her heart: "Since it's the last day of work, why not have a perfect ending?"

It has been two days in a blink of an eye. Since he returned from the "Supreme" the night before, Luo Hanfeng has never appeared again.

He left her alone in this cage, as if giving a speechless declaration. After a long wait, he felt endless loneliness and anxiety. Bai Shu'an was deeply touched in the past two days.

Since she was a child, how has she ever had such a leisurely life? The endless rehearsal has overwhelmed her breath. The words that Aunt Mann often said are still lingering in her ears. "If you don't practice for a day, you know that if you don't practice for two days, you will laugh generously. If you don't practice for three days, you will be teased by the audience." So if Aunt Man knows about her idle life these days, I really don't know what a thrilling criticism will be waiting for her?

Bai Shu'an didn't dare to continue to think deeply. After all, she didn't have anything to do, and she didn't want to do unnecessary entanglement. On the contrary, the twists and turns that have occurred between the past few days and Luo Hanfeng are lingering in my mind over and over again.

At one time, she thought that no one could shake Du Ruomin's position in her heart, but in the past few days, more of another person appeared in her mind. The touching encounter by the Jingjiang River, the unexpected kiss in the attic of the old theater, and the charming appearance of him focusing on playing the piano under the bright stars...

This memorable scene seems to pop out of her mind at any time and appear vividly in front of her... And the unique wood fragrance on his body will always be transmitted to the nose for no reason...

Bai Shu'an slowly got up and leaned against the light yellow and thick silver silk curtain by the window. Through the bright white glass window, it can be seen that in the garden outside the window, gardenias bloomed to luxury, and the purple myr trees compete with each other. The willow fir and the leaves of the sycamore trees are connected and grow very well, as if they were built into a row of thick green trees at the end of the garden. The city wall, on the top of the city wall, the boundless blue sky, wisps of white clouds are wrapped around it like many fine white threads...

Her thoughts are also like the patchy and casually stretched light clouds, and she quietly flew out of the sky with one leap...

I don't know how long it took for her to take back her thoughts from this endless thoughts, knocked her head heavily, and said to herself, "What kind of demon am I? Isn't it because I live in his house that I can't see things and miss people inexplicably?"

Fortunately, when she called Luo Hanfeng's office today, the sweet and kind secretary said to her, "Is it Miss Bai? Mr. Luo is still very busy today. Well, he is going to meet an important customer in the morning, and there is also a high-level meeting that he needs to host in the afternoon... Oh, by the way, Mr. Luo asked me I would like to inform you that your Aunt Man's address has been found. If you want to see her immediately, you can tell me and I will arrange a driver for you..."

Does the implication is to let her leave alone without saying goodbye?

Bai Shu'an Guaner refused the kindness of the secretary, and she was a little depressed. She was definitely not the kind of ungrateful person. In any case, she planned to take good care of the house today as a farewell gift for this temporary work, and then said goodbye to him solemnly, so that she could leave justly. It's here.

So when the morning sun was still quietly sprinkled on this exquisite and elegant small building, with the pleasant sound of birds outside the window, Bai Shu'an began this huge project.

She first walked out of the bedroom, walked through the living room, and came to the green balcony. It covers an area of half a room. Except for a white lacquered arched wooden window in the middle, the other two green walls surround her like a dense jungle. The white light full of green spots is like stars at night, all projecting on her body. A bursts of fragrances are transmitted into the nose, giving people a feeling that they are deep into the wonderland and the heart is absent. Shen Yi.

Looking around with the sparse white light, you can see that it is densely full of strange flowers and plants, with fluffy, spherical round bodies, bright red double petals climbing to the top, and white and snowy beads hanging with trees and potted plants...

As for the names of these flowers and plants, naturally, she has failed many studies in the past few days... Therefore, she can only silently sigh at the strange interest of their owners. She hummed a little song, picked up the shower, irrigated these strange flowers and plants for about half an hour, and then tidied up the living room on the second floor before entering the mountain-stubbled study.

Every time Bai Shu'an walks into this room, she is attracted by the fragrance of books in the room. Once upon a time, she was also very eager to quietly indulge in the sea of books, but her profession did not give her a half of the time to stop, except for dancing.

She opened the heavy curtain, and the dazzling white light swept away the dull darkness... At this moment, when she was finally about to wipe the floor of the big study, she felt that a big stone in her heart was about to fall to the ground.

So she settled down, turned around from the window sill, picked up the beige towel and rubbed it in the bucket for a while, and was ready to throw herself into the final battle.

*****

At the same time, on the 18th floor of Tianfeng Building, a middle-aged man crept into the office of the general manager of Luoshi Group. The middle-aged man was oily and bloated. Under the attention of Luo Hanfeng's cold eyes, he changed his casual look and cautiously sat down on the sofa opposite his desk.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man finally couldn't help it and carefully inquired, "Luo...Master Luo, why are you coming to me?"

Luo Hanfeng's sharp eyes swept past his eyes... It seemed that a cold wind swish from the top of his head, scratching his face and stinging his ears. Wang Xian tightened his tight and looked at the uncertain cold-faced young master in front of him, so he had to stop again.

Wang Xianshang was in a state of meditation without six gods. Luo Hanfeng's deep and powerful voice came clearly, "This morning, I heard your father's bad news and expressed my deep sympathy. I hope your condolences change!"

Luo Hanfeng said it sincerely, but Wang Xian was sweating coldly, and his face turned red and white. He said a word in pieces: "Thank you, thank you. Master Luo cares about me. I'm very good."

"The newspaper said that your father died because he went to the hospital with a heart attack and the rescue was ineffective."

Wang Xian nodded submissively. The emptiness in his eyes had already lost all his vitality, such as a lifeless puppet, mechanically stuck in the sofa and stammered, "This, this is really, can't be blamed, my old man, he had a heart attack, I just quarreled with him. After a few words, he fell ill inexplicably and fell ill..."

"Why did you quarrel with him?"

Wang Xian complained angrily, "You also know what the old man has done recently. He has called so many people from the literary and art world to come to Yuncheng. What kind of co-written book has made Mayor Zhang upset. Moreover, even Shiyao revealed to me that Mayor Zhang actually wanted to hand over the reconstruction project of the theater to Luo's Group to do, so that he asked me to find an opportunity to persuade my father. Who knew that he only said a few words yesterday, he, he..."

Luo Hanfeng's figure was half sunk in the luxury seat, and the repeatedly dim yellow light penetrated into the cracks of the large shutters behind him. The black and white intertwined shadows were projected in front of the mahogany table. Only the shade on his face could not be seen clearly, and only the low voice slowly came out: "Are those people still in Yuncheng now?"

"There are only three or four intimate ones left, and the rest left yesterday afternoon." Wang Xian didn't dare to look up at his face and replied tremblingly.

"Is there anyone from Yuecheng?"

"Moon City? Are you talking about Lin Manyin from the Yuecheng Song and Dance Troupe?

"What is his relationship with your father?"

Luo Hanfeng's questions continued, but Wang Xian became more and more confused.

Wang Xian looked up slightly and looked at Luo Hanfeng tentatively. He saw that there were faint waves in his eyes, like the refractive light in the summer river. It burned, and soon disappeared to the bottom of the calm water. The dazzling light came from his eyes, as if it could swallow the clouds and fog of the water at any time.

Wang Xian was afraid and didn't dare to say anything else. After clearing his throat, he had to continue to answer his questions honestly. Oh, it's a long story. When Lin Manyin first came to Yuncheng, she was only fourteen or fifteen years old, but she was an unknown little actor. At that time, my father was already the owner of Chunhua Theater. When my father saw that she was pitiful, he took her in and let her sing in the theater, which was also her mentor. But..."

"But what?"

"Lin Manyin left after staying in the theater for less than three years. It is said that she was in urgent need of money because of a sudden change at home, and she really couldn't make much money by singing and playing at that time."

"Where did she go after she left?"

Wang Xian paused and suddenly left his seat. He bowed to Luo Hanfeng's side and whispered, "If it hadn't been for Luo Shao's order, I would never have said this to outsiders. Lin Manyin later entered the largest dance hall in Yuncheng, Nei Chang Li Ying, and also changed her name to Lin Qian. In a few years, she became the top dancer.

After Wang Xian finished speaking, he made a grimace at Luo Hanfeng and said with a cunning smile, "If it hadn't been for her special relationship with my father, I wouldn't have known her past."

Luo Hanfeng meditated blankly for a long time before he slowly got up and smiled at Wang Xian. He waved lazily to him and said lightly, "You can go."

Wang Xian was creepy by his smile. After hearing the instructions, he quickly jumped away.