Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

"That's right, Tathagata Divine Palm."

Zi Qiao explained to everyone with a serious face: "The winner is to slap the opponent ten times, ten loud slaps!"

Everyone was shocked by Zi Qiao's words.

They thought that the quarrel between Ziqiao and Meijia would be just like usual, noisy and noisy for a while and then it would be over, but they didn't expect that these two guys would actually have such a big fight this time.

Zeng Xiaoxian came to his senses: "The Palm of Tathagata was the bet you made with Nanfeng before?

"Ziqiao, don't blame me for not reminding you. The last time you made this bet, Nanfeng tricked Youyou directly. Do you still dare to bet this time?"

"What are you afraid of?"

Zi Qiao said contemptuously: "I bet that I can't win against Nan Feng, a bad-tempered guy, and why can't I win against Mei Jia, a nymphomaniac who can't even memorize the multiplication table?"

He proudly spread his hands and said, "It's not easy to win against Chen Meijia."

"Go and have your big spring and autumn dreams!"

Meijia gritted her teeth and said: "Tomorrow you will know that betting with me is definitely the worst thing you have ever done in your life!"

Zhanbo looked at Meijia worriedly: "But Meijia, you are a girl."

"It doesn't matter."

Meijia crossed her arms and said nonchalantly: "The rules of the world are all equal.

"Don't worry, I won't suffer a loss, I'm a master!

"And even if he wants to slap me, he has to win first."

Yu Mo was frightened when she heard this, and she asked weakly: "Then how hard should this Tathagata palm be hit?"

Zi Qiao explained: "The palm of the Tathagata must be as heavy as possible. No rings are allowed, and the loser is not allowed to resist!"

"hiss……"

Yu Mo took a breath and subconsciously covered her cheeks: "No, are you two really willing to do this cruel thing?"

"Oh."

Ziqiao and Meijia looked at each other and turned away with disdain.

Meijia wiped her nose and said righteously: "The rules of the world are that one is one.

"Don't say that we are just roommates, even if we are boyfriend and girlfriend, or even a couple, we must not show favoritism.

"That's the rule!"

Yifei and Curry Sauce were stunned when they heard this, and they both said in unison: "Jianghu is really perverted."

Zi Qiao said: "No matter what, everyone here is our slap notary today."

"Slap the notary?"

Everyone was confused again.

They had only heard that marriage and property needed to be notarized. This was the first time they heard that a slap in the face also needed to be notarized.

However, Zi Qiao did not explain their doubts this time. He turned to look at Meijia and threatened: "Mijia, if you don't sell out before twelve o'clock, you'll be fine.

"I advise you to take advantage of the bet before it's established. It's still too late to stop."

"Oh."

Meijia refused to give in and directly confronted Zi Qiao: "If I sell out all the items before twelve o'clock, you will be dead!"

"very good."

Zi Qiao clapped his hands repeatedly and nodded to everyone: "Every slap notary is here to witness, you need to supervise the law enforcement very impartially.

"Remember, the majesty of a slap sentence is above all else. It is an honor that will be taken to the grave when you die."

Zeng Xiaoxian raised his eyebrows: "Is it so exaggerated?"

"certainly."

Zi Qiao vowed: "From now on, there will be this line on your epitaph.

"The deceased was a great, competent, reliable, upright... slap notary!"

Meijia sarcastically said: "And your epitaph will read: Lu Ziqiao, who did not know his own abilities and did not know whether to live or die, and finally died under the palm of the Tathagata of Miss Chen Meijia."

"Very good. Since you persist in your obsession, the bet is officially established!"

The two high-fived and swore an oath, completely setting the ultimate bet on the most cruel, vicious, and inhumane thing in the world.

After Meijia left aggressively, the kind-hearted Zhanbo still asked worriedly: "Ziqiao, if you win, you won't really hit Meijia, right?"

"Of course... yes!"

Zi Qiao snorted: "The rules of the world are not humane. Let alone Meijia, even if she is my own aunt, I will follow her without fail."

Xiaoxian heard this and complained: "You are really a filial nephew."

"I think it's pretty good."

Yifei said excitedly: “If there are no bets, the game is meaningless, and if the game is meaningless, winning or losing is meaningless.

"Ziqiao, I support you."

Zi Qiao just raised his head proudly, but Yifei changed the subject and said, "I'll go ask Mei Jia then if you can share my Tathagata Palm to play with."

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this: "What a great idea."

"Hello!"

Zi Qiao immediately said dissatisfied: "Are you so sure that I will lose?

"Also, you are slap notaries now. You cannot take sides, let alone take the initiative to buy Meijia's roses. Do you understand?"

Everyone looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

"Right."

Yu Mo looked around: "Speaking of which, where are Nanfeng and Zhang Wei? Why didn't they see anyone today?"

"oh."

Xiaoxian said: "Zhang Wei seems to have taken Nanfeng's car keys to do something. Nanfeng...he gave me the keys early this morning and said we could rehearse in his suite, and then hurried away. ”

Yu Mo whispered: "This is really mysterious and weird."

…

In the dream world, in a slightly dark old-style piano room decorated with faded wallpaper and mottled oil paintings, Nanfeng was sitting in front of a piano covered with a thin layer of dust, playing seriously and focused.

Flying on the intertwined black and white keys, Nanfeng's slender hands, which have long been restored to their original state, are jumping. These skillful hands are like bees and butterflies, like two stunning dancers dancing passionately, with passionate emotions burning in their chests. Until the passionate music burns away all the haze.

With every depression and rebound of the keys, the warm and joyful sound of the piano ripples through the dark and depressing room. The sound of the piano is like a shimmer, like thunder, and even more like the melodious breeze singing softly, all the way from south to north. , from white to black, the roar of the wind stretches for thousands of miles, blowing away all the dust.

A man whose face could not be seen clearly was standing silently beside Nanfeng with his hands folded on his chest.

He was both a stern mentor and the only listener at the moment.

As the rest fell, everything fell silent, except for the black piano, which was still trembling slightly, savoring the final aftertaste.

Nanfeng let out a long breath, smiled and tilted his head at the audience beside him.

"How about it?"

The faceless man was silent for a moment and slowly spoke, his voice as if two sharp stones were scraping against each other: "You are a lot unfamiliar, and the piece you played is not a piano piece at all."

Nanfeng smiled nonchalantly: "It's enough to be a hobby. Besides, I never said this piece was a piano piece. It was just made up by me and a group of friends for fun."

"...You're wasting your talent."

"Really? Maybe."

He said with a smile on his face: "Anyway, people living in this world are just wasting food and air, and it doesn't matter if they waste some talent."

The faceless man didn't reply, just nodded.

Nan Feng stretched a long stretch, gently closed the piano lid and said in unison: "It's time for me to leave... I won't come back in the future."

He paused, then added: "I have to go home."

"You like to call your apartment a home now?"

"Home is where there are people."

Nanfeng smiled and replied: "Even though I have lived alone for a long time, I still don't seem to be used to being alone. It would be nice to be lively."

"Have you thought about your future path?"

"Of course, don't look at how many chapters there are now."

"Then let's go."

The faceless man took a few steps forward, opened his arms and hugged Nanfeng: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I didn't give you a happy childhood,"

Nanfeng fell into stagnant silence.

I don't know how long it took before a whisper came from the dark piano room.

"I was too young and couldn't do anything."

"This was never your problem in the first place, and none of this... is important anymore."

He patted Nanfeng's back hard.

"Nanfeng, go forward."

"Don't look back."

"I know, I'm always on the road."

Nanfeng exhaled and left the arms of the faceless man: "Let's go."

"Um."

Nanfeng walked toward the door without looking back, and the dim light made his shadow look shorter and smaller.

Xiao Nanfeng quietly reached out from the shadow and waved goodbye to the faceless man.

"goodbye."

"Silly boy, goodbye."

Nanfeng stopped and waited for Xiao Nanfeng to retract into the shadow before continuing to walk to the door of the piano room.

He closed his eyes and listened carefully to the movement outside the door.

Zi Qiao is teaching Zhan Bo step by step how to express his feelings, Yu Mo and Curry Sauce are comforting the excited Yifei, and Teacher Zeng is carrying the lottery box he made and vowing to win the position of chairman of the residents committee.

Nanfeng opened his eyes, and the surroundings were no longer the piano room in his memory. The endless darkness swallowed up everything, leaving only himself and the door in front of him.

This is not the door of the piano room, but the door of 3603.

Nanfeng opened the door, and warm golden light burst out from behind the door, reflecting on him.

He smiled faintly and stepped towards the light.

…

Nan Feng opened his eyes and walked out of the Dream Instrument with a confused look on his face.

Xiao Hei came over and said with a smile on his face: "This should be the last official treatment. How do you feel now? Do you feel like you have regained your life?"

"It feels...ok."

Nanfeng frowned and said, "But I still have a few questions to ask you."

"What's the problem?"

"Who am I? Where is this? What are we doing?"

? ? ?

! ! !

Xiao Hei felt as if he was struck by lightning when he heard this. He backed away in shock and pointed at Nan Feng tremblingly, unable to speak clearly.

"You, you, you..."

Unable to hold back, Nan Feng burst out laughing: "I'm just teasing you."

"south wind……"

Xiao Hei gritted his teeth and stretched out his hands to pinch Nanfeng.

"I'll fuck your uncle!"

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