Chapter 492: Night Talk between Father and Son As the weather turned cooler, the East Lake was so quiet at ten o'clock in the evening that only the sound of the wind could be heard. Warm yellow street lights were lined up along the lakeshore, and the lights fell on the dark water. As the lake water flowed, they reflected a broken golden color.
The branches of the weeping willows on the bank drooped in the wind, their shadows stretched out long by the street lamps, like streaks of ink splashed on the ground.
The air was filled with the damp coolness of the lake water, and when I breathed it into my lungs, it brought a bit of a chill, mixed with the smell of dead grass coming from the distant lawn. It was not freezing cold, but it was cold enough to make people wrap their coats tightly.
"It's still more comfortable at home with central air conditioning. Just wear a short-sleeved shirt... This year, Caizhou gets cold at night and it's quite cold in the afternoon."
Gu Feng wrapped himself in his thick dark grey coat and zipped it up to his chest, but the sudden cool wind still took advantage of the gap.
He couldn't help but shrink his neck, his shoulders trembled slightly, his left hand subconsciously put into his trouser pocket, and his right hand took out a hard-shell cigarette case and a silver lighter from the inside pocket of his coat.
He shook the cigarette box between his fingertips, took out a cigarette and handed it to Gu Luo beside him, with the filter facing up. His fingertips rubbed the paper wrapper of the cigarette, and his voice was a little hoarse in the wind: "Try it?"
Gu Luo's eyes fell on the cigarette handed to him by his father. He shook his head and without saying anything, reached out to take the silver lighter from Gu Feng's other hand.
He pressed his thumb down, and there was a crisp "click" sound. A light blue flame shot up, about half a finger high, swaying slightly in the wind, but not blown out.
Seeing this, Gu Feng immediately lowered his head, put the cigarette holder against his lower lip, opened his mouth slightly, and took a deep breath.
The flames burned upward along the cigarette, and the orange-red fire reflected in his eyes, leaving a circle of light gray ash where the cigarette paper had burned.
As he stood up, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then he slowly exhaled a smoke ring.
White smoke spread out under the warm yellow street lights, like a fleeting cloud, and was torn into pieces by the cool wind as soon as it floated out. The light blue smell of smoke mixed with the moisture of the lake spread between the two people.
Gu Feng curled his fingers holding the cigarette slightly, and as the sparks died out, some fine ashes fell onto the hem of his coat, but he didn't care.
He looked across the swaying water to the blurred shoreline in the distance, where only a few scattered lights were on.
It felt like a ball of warm cotton was pressing down on his heart. The words he wanted to say—about Gu Luo and Luo Shuhe's relationship, about Gu Luo's body, about Gu Ximan's current psychology, about the trivial matters at home, or even just a few simple words of concern—were stuck in his throat. He opened his mouth, and in the end, they turned into a soft sigh, which dissipated into the wind along with the smoke rings.
Gu Luo then handed the lighter back to Gu Feng.
He put his hands in his pockets, watching the cigarette on Gu Feng's fingertips get shorter and shorter, watching the smoke drift away in the wind. He didn't take the initiative to speak, but just stood by the lake with his father, listening to the sound of the wind blowing across the water, and the occasional footsteps of night runners in the distance.
Everything is just quiet enough.
for a long time.
Gu Luo looked at the cigarette that was about to burn out and took the initiative to open the conversation: "Dad, does Aunt Luo usually let you smoke?"
"Yes, but there are quantity requirements."
Gu Feng grinned and blew out his last puff of smoke. "Actually... your Aunt Luo's addiction to smoking is even worse than mine. Is that surprising?"
"ah?"
Gu Luo was slightly stunned. This was something he had not expected.
Aunt Luo, the group's chairman, a mature and beautiful woman, actually has a smoking habit...
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