Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

Wan Yu pulled Zhan Bo and rushed to the door of 3603. Before the two of them could stand still, they heard Nan Feng's hoarse voice coming from the room.

"The door is unlocked, please come in."

Through the ajar door, what you see is a darkness that is heavier and more oppressive than ink. A taller figure than Nanfeng usually stands quietly in the dark shadow of the entrance.

The low, manic and somewhat eerie tune seemed to slowly crawl out of the darkness, like wriggling tentacles entangling Zhan Bo and Wanyu from the shadows all the way up, finally getting into their ears and conveying the weirdness and horror directly to them. Directly to the depths of your heart.

Wanyu could vaguely recognize that this was a piano record played on an old-fashioned record player, but even with her level of musical appreciation, she couldn't tell what the piano music was about.

She could only think that this was definitely not one of those well-known piano pieces in the world, and that such a piece of music, which sounded like a madman murmuring and howling from hell, could not be widely circulated under any circumstances.

Zhan Bo and Wan Yu looked at each other and both felt that tonight's supposedly smooth trip to 3603 was destined to have some problems.

But in order to find out the whereabouts of the set of Transformers, the two of them walked into this suite one after another, which they had never seen before.

Yes, even though they have lived in the love apartment for three full months, 3603, where Nanfeng is located, is a mysterious territory that they have never set foot on.

As for the reason...

If one day you suddenly realize that your neighbors who like to visit you have never visited your home, either you should reflect on your popularity, or...

You should think about who you like to visit more than your neighbors who like to visit.

Excluding sleeping time at night, the probability of finding Nanfeng in 3601 and 3602 during the day is higher than the probability of finding him at his home. So why do Zhan Bo and Wan Yu need to visit 3603?

Pushing open the ajar door, enduring the harsh and restless weird music, the two walked through the dark shadows.

The already nervous two people walked hand in hand unconsciously.

"Nan Feng, what's going on in your suite?" Zhan Bo asked tremblingly.

Even though Zhan Bo had tried his best not to think about this weird tune lingering in his ears, the tune that kept creeping into his mind still made him feel fear spreading in his heart.

"I also want to ask you what's going on." Nanfeng's voice was hoarse and low. Mixed with the weird tunes that were everywhere in the suite, it not only made people confused about the direction and distance, but also made him look more and more gloomy and cold.

It's like a beast suppressing its bloodthirsty desire, but it seems that the next moment this beast is going to knock you down and bite your throat.

Seeing that Nan Feng was just talking and there was no movement for a long time, Zhan Bo boldly stretched out his hand to touch the figure beside the entrance.

"Ah!" Zhan Bo retracted his hand in horror and backed away with a cry.

Although it was just a touch like a dragonfly, the cold and hard touch was definitely not something a living person could have.

"Zhan, Zhan Bo..." Wan Yu said tremblingly, "Look at the balcony!"

Zhan Bo Xunsheng looked towards the balcony and saw a dark ghost standing straight next to the floor-to-ceiling window of the balcony. It turned its head stiffly, and there was a crackling sound of its joints.

"No, more than that."

Zhan Bo was so scared that he almost bit his tongue and pointed to the ground not far away.

"There is still one!!!"

A scarlet light clung to the ground and was slowly moving in the direction of the two of them. Wherever the blood-red light went, there were waves of low-pitched roars like waves.

"Wanyu, don't be afraid, I, I will protect you!" Zhan Bo shouted as he tremblingly protected Wanyu behind him.

"You monsters, I'll fight you!"

Just when Zhan Bo wanted to rush forward and fight these three monsters to the death, pure white light dispersed the dark shadows and spread in every corner of the living room.

"I also want to ask you what is going on and why are you...

"Why don't you turn on the light when you come in?"

After Nanfeng turned on the light switch on the side of the balcony in the dark, he looked at the coward whose legs were weak with fear as if he were mentally retarded.

Beside the entrance, Nanfeng's favorite leather sheath of the ultimate emperor's armor was standing quietly holding a sword, like a silent statue.

"It turns out to be a leather case..." Zhan Bo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and suddenly felt something hitting his feet again.

He looked down and saw that a small sweeping robot was flashing a low-battery red light, trying hard to move toward the charging port.

But it is obvious that the intelligence level of this sweeping robot is not high, and there are people on the road who do not know how to change the road, but compete with Zhanbo's feet.

"Can't you make way for my little yellow duck first?" Nanfeng's slightly helpless and resentful voice came softly, and the two of them finally got out of the way as if they were just waking up from a dream.

"Please sit down." Nanfeng continued to say in a hoarse voice.

He first stepped forward and turned off the old-fashioned record player on the coffee table, took out the records and put them into boxes.

The last remaining weird atmosphere in the living room ended abruptly when the record player was turned off, and Zhan Bo and Wanyu were relieved.

"Nan Feng, what's wrong with your voice?" Zhan Bo asked curiously.

"I just squinted on the swing chair on the balcony for a while. Not only did my neck feel stiff, but I also seemed to have caught a cold." Nanfeng twisted his neck as he spoke, "But the problem is not serious. I think it will be fine in two or three days." .”

Zhan Bo had some doubts in his heart. It wasn't that he doubted that Nan Feng couldn't sleep on the swing chair. It was just that with Nan Feng's health-conscious character, he would prepare pillows and sheets for himself no matter what.

But if he didn't fall asleep on the swing chair, why did he catch a cold while lying on the swing chair?

For a while, I really couldn’t think of any reasonable explanation.

It's impossible that he passed out while lying on the swing chair.

Wan Yu, who always likes new things, glanced around and looked at 3603's living room carefully.

This is a typical living room decorated in a musical style. Except for the incongruous Ultimate Emperor Armor leather case next to the entrance, the entire living room is basically filled with various musical instruments or musical instrument decorations.

For example, the flute and xun placed on the porch at the entrance, the small chime that acts as a visual barrier between the kitchen and the dining table, the cello placed obliquely between the kitchen and the living room, the guitar hanging on the wall leading to the bedroom, etc.

Wind instruments, percussion instruments, string instruments, plucked instruments.

The entire suite is not designed with too many partitions. The entire suite is divided into four areas simply by placing these four categories of musical instruments: living room area, kitchen area, dining area and bedroom area.

What an interesting design, Wan Yu thought to herself.

Nanfeng took the box of records and walked to the record-decorated wall in the living room and put the record box back to its original position.

"How about you two?" Nanfeng joked with a smile, "As the third and fourth people in the world to hear this song, how do you feel?"

"It's creepy. I feel like I'm going to have a nightmare tonight." Zhan Bo still has lingering fears about this song.

"I've never heard of this piano piece. Is it a foreign niche piece?"

"No." Nanfeng shook his head, "This is a song written by my father himself. It should be regarded as his second most satisfactory work."

Wan Yu stopped talking. Judging from her musical literacy, anyone who can make such a song is basically only one step away from self-destruction.

Zhan Bo didn't understand this. He asked curiously: "What is the most satisfying work?"

"To be precise, it should be the most satisfying work I have ever made." Nanfeng laughed at himself.

"What work could satisfy him more than a son who simply inherited his great ideals?"

Although it is late, I could still write it, but I feel it is most appropriate to stop it here. It’s not that I want to be lazy, hahaha.