The Lingering Sounds of Blooming Flowers

Chapter 3

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After smoking in the public smoking area in the yard, I went back to the front hall. On the table I sat at was a vegetarian fried wild mushroom, a small bowl of rice and chicken soup, and a plate dipped in flower and fruit tea sauce. Breast fan. Lu Chenfeng raised his head to look inside the store, then moved to the counter and asked the boy with glasses, "Where's your boss?"

Jane Yi was sitting beside the computer and devoured the rice in her mouth. With a festive expression of "New Year's Eve", she happily licked/licked her lips: "The boss went back to the house to sleep."

Lu Chenfeng looked at his watch in surprise, before eight o'clock, he blurted out, "So early?"

Jian Yi stopped chewing, and after just one second, she continued to fiddle with her cheeks, and smiled politely at Lu Chenfeng: "Early to bed and early to rise is good."

He sat down at the table again and dragged the dishes to his face. The moment Lu Chenfeng picked up the chopsticks, he suddenly sighed that he hadn't had a serious dinner for a long time.

Jian Yi put away the empty dinner plate, Lu Chen Feng Shui was full, he didn't stay much, got up and went back to his room to pack his luggage. Taking off his coat, picking out the toiletry bag in the suitcase, going to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, Lu Chenfeng rolled up the curtains with refreshing water vapor, and the night scene of Erhai Lake was fully displayed in his field of vision.

The moonlight spreads into the Milky Way on the sea, Lu Chenfeng opened the window halfway, the cool evening breeze brushed against his skin, he took a deep breath, looked at the blurred mountains in the night, turned around and walked towards the bed.

Leaving only one porch light, lying flat on the soft bed, he was able to relax and decompress, Lu Chenfeng stared at the ceiling and tried to clear his chaotic thoughts. After a moment of relief, the next second, the bad mood instantly filled his chest, his sleeping position changed and changed, he felt a blunt heartbeat, and the silent night turned out to be disturbing.

In the past, life was uneventful, and the work was not very successful, at least it was smooth sailing. But after a complete setback, he began to become anxious easily, feeling like time was shrinking, passing quickly, and he was still walking in the same place every day, still achieving nothing.

Every night at 0:00, the watch beeps very lightly, and Lu Chenfeng habitually asks himself why he wasted yesterday, and then he made up his mind in a brand new day that he can no longer be wasted, and he must cheer up and discard the past. Fail, go all out.

But today always becomes yesterday.

Lu Chenfeng closed his eyes in despair, he really didn't expect that he would be so vulnerable. It's just that he lost a friendship he valued most, ruined the jewelry brand he founded after eight years of struggle, lost the business he desperately negotiated, and closed his studio.

"However"? Lu Chenfeng frowned and buried his head in the crook of his arms, hugged it tightly, and gritted his teeth uncomfortably—this seemed to be the whole of his life.

As usual, he fell asleep again with a sense of loss, half asleep and half awake, until he was finally immersed in the dream, he barely regained his inner peace.

The morning light was faint, and when the distant skyline was white with fish belly, Lu Chenfeng woke up. When his vision became clearer by inch, he first got used to the unfamiliarity of staying in the inn for a few minutes, carefully recalled how he came to Dali, and then glanced at the clock on the wall, it was five thirteen in the morning.

He sat up slowly, lifted the quilt, and stepped out of bed sluggishly. Pushing open the balcony door, the heat all over his body hit the cold temperature of Erhai Lake at the end of March, and Lu Chenfeng shivered suddenly.

Putting on a coat and propping up the railing with his palms, a few lights were dimly lit along the left side of the coast. Lu Chenfeng could vaguely hear the sparse noises, carefully distinguishing them, which was also mixed with a song of ethnic minorities.

Lu Chenfeng couldn't hear what the lyrics were, but he felt that the tune was melodious, ethereal and long, so he could feel at ease.

A seagull stopped beside him, stood on the railing with its neck tilted, combing its feathers with its red tip. It didn't seem to be afraid of people, it took a step towards Lu Chenfeng's hand, lowered its head to peck at its wings, took another step vigilantly, and pecked again, looking very funny.

Following the seagull's gaze to the right, in the corner of the eye, a beam of light from the front hall fell on the open-air viewing platform. Someone, like Lu Chenfeng, woke up early.

Pulling out the room card, Lu Chenfeng closed the door, and wanted to go to the courtyard to smoke a cigarette to relieve his fatigue. Walking through the corridor, he just stepped into the front hall area with his forefoot. He looked at the light source that was on, and immediately stopped.

It was Lin Chaosheng.

The movement in his ears went from far to near, his eyes moved away from the book, Lin Chaosheng raised his head to see Lu Chenfeng holding a cigarette pack, and greeted gently, "So early?"

Lu Chenfeng nodded: "You too."

Lin Chaosheng was wrapped in a thick white sweater, and the light reflected the fluffy edges on it. He seemed to be afraid of the cold. He asked knowingly, "Are you going out?"

Lu Chenfeng raised the hand holding the cigarette: "Do something bad."

Concerned about the low temperature he felt on the balcony a few minutes ago, Lu Chenfeng actually didn't want to experience it again, but because he was addicted to smoking, he had to ask impolitely, "Is smoking allowed in the inn?"

Lin Chaosheng replied, "It's allowed now."

His breathing slowly slowed down, Lu Chenfeng's heart sank, and he stared at Lin Chaosheng, who was sitting against the light and holding a book in his palm. It was just two ordinary conversations, but it seemed that nicotine could relieve his impatience at this time.

"Sit down." Seeing him standing there, Lin Chaosheng kindly invited him.

Lu Chenfeng walked over in response, pulled out the seat, and put away the cigarette pack.

They sat in the log table and chairs near the bookshelf, facing each other, Lu Chenfeng raised his eyes to look at the books on the shelf, and was surprised to find that there were quite a few types, including famous books, magazines, photo albums, poetry collections, and even a few books. Children's cartoons.

Lu Chenfeng: "You bought all these?"

Lin Chaosheng shook his head: "No, most of them are left by the guests to the inn."

Lu Chenfeng was obviously thinking about the next topic, so as not to let the atmosphere cool down, Lin Chaosheng naturally grabbed the conversation, "Where's the smoke?" He asked with a smile, "Why don't you smoke anymore?"

Lu Chenfeng lowered his eyelids and pressed the bridge of his nose: "It's not that urgent."

The two were chatting casually, and Lin Chaosheng's tone was extremely calm: "When did you start smoking?"

"Not long." Lu Chenfeng sighed inaudibly, with suppressed emotions in his eyes, "At the end of last year."

He noticed that the size of the book in Lin Chaosheng's hand was 16 open. With the thin light, Lu Chenfeng could clearly see the three big italic characters printed on the dark green cover: Guestbook.

Unexpectedly, in an era where you can press the keyboard and never write, and focus on online evaluation and scoring, there is still such an ancient thing as a guest book, Lu Chenfeng said with a bit of curiosity: "There are really some guests who will take the time to sit down and write something. something?"

Lin Chaosheng raised the corner of his mouth: "Yes, there are many, and the content is very interesting."

Lu Chenfeng raised his eyebrows, "For example?"

Lin Chao's face did not change, and he randomly picked one and said, "'The boss is so handsome, is there a boss lady in our inn?'"

Lu Chenfeng: "..."

The smile in his tone was light, and the corners of his eyes and brows were like the warm spring breeze. The mountains and seas outside the glass wall gradually revealed their full picture with the bright sky, and the golden morning light outlined Lin Chaosheng's delicate figure.

Lin Chaosheng held the ballpoint pen, wrote his reply after the guest's message, turned a page, and his eyes suddenly became meaningful. Holding the book in both hands, he spoke to Lu Chenfeng, "Someone else said..."

Lu Chenfeng looked up at him.

"People who want to travel are mostly divided into two categories, one is curious about the world, and the other is completely disappointed in life."

Lin Chaosheng didn't notice the mood swings in Lu Chenfeng's eyes, he paused for a while, and he said the following words lightly: "Travel means different things to everyone, some people are 'gaining', while others are 'losing'."

For a sudden moment, the two fell silent at the same time, only the regular movement of the needles on the counter was all around. The marks between his eyebrows kept getting worse, Lu Chenfeng pursed his lips slightly, and the index finger of his right hand under the table pointed to his knees. He heard Lin Chaosheng ask, "What do you think, Mr. Lu?"