Chapter 080 Confession Bureau
Sang Luo didn't expect that the fog would still be so thick during the day.
Compared to last night, the sky was just a little brighter, but the visibility outside was still very low.
Boots splashing on the wet cobblestone road made a sound of water dripping.
Sang Luo exhaled a breath of white air, which quickly melted into the thick fog in front of him.
If he calculated carefully, he had been in this rainy town for a week.
Sang Luo still couldn't adapt to the life here without sunshine all day long.
I always feel that if I didn’t have a friend who I could talk to, I would definitely be depressed.
Sang Luo was walking almost close to the door of the shop, so that he could see the road ahead a little more clearly in the dim light and avoid bumping into pedestrians who were also on their way.
On the road, every man wearing a windbreaker and a hat would remind Sang Luo of Mr. Hart.
But they are very different from Mr. Hart.
Mr. Hart was taller, with a straight back that never bent; he was not in such a hurry or rush, and he did everything with dignity, grace and ease.
When she thought of the man who fascinated her with his temperament and behavior alone - yes, Sang Luo could now openly admit that she was fascinated by him - when she thought of the man who fascinated her, Sang Luo couldn't help but even jump in her steps.
The air was moist, misty, and fine rain shrouded the small town.
But thanks to Mr. Hart's presence, this small town called Pomegranate, which doesn't have many warm colors at all, doesn't seem so bad.
There is even a kind of classical romantic atmosphere.
Sang Luo only stood at the door of the Dream Tavern for a while before the man in the waxed windbreaker walked out of the fog.
He stopped in front of Sang Luo, lowered his head slightly, as if asking Sang Luo why he didn't wait inside the tavern.
"I don't want to stay in the pub today. I want to take a walk outside." Sang Luo covered his mouth and nose with both hands, breathed on his fingers that were a little red from the cold, and answered.
Mr. Hart nodded understandingly.
He bent his arm and motioned Sang Luo to hold it.
Then he led him for a walk through the foggy streets.
I have been meeting Mr. Hart every day for about a week.
Apart from the first time when he took the initiative to express his gratitude, Sang Luo had not made any special invitations since then. But every day, he would wait in the corner of the tavern for Mr. Hart to come to see him.
The two of them would sit quietly by the window, watching the drizzle outside, sharing an afternoon with burning firewood, the aroma of tea and the sweet taste of cake.
When Sang Luo was concentrating on writing, Mr. Hart would maintain the same posture for a long time and then look at himself.
Sang realized later that this tacit meeting was actually a date.
He had actually been dating Mr. Hart.
Mr. Hart stopped when he came to a fork in the road.
Sang Luo couldn't see clearly which direction the three roads at the T-junction led to.
He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then told the man, "Mr. Hart, I want to find a place with better air, preferably with some plants and chairs to sit on."
Mr. Hart led him along the road on the far left.
As they walked, Sang Luo suddenly laughed out loud.
Realizing that this was a bit rude, he explained to Mr. Hart beside him: "I just suddenly thought of something very funny. I'll tell you later."
After walking in silence for a while, they arrived at a park.
This park is located in the center of the town. Sang Luo had passed by here when he was strolling around before. The big spire clock also stood in the park.
"It's actually here." Sang Luo exclaimed, "I've passed by here several times before, but never walked in."
They walked slowly along the trail in the park.
The wind blew the dry branches, and the yellow fallen leaves on the ground fluttered in the air, making crisp sounds when stepped on by shoes.
Sang Luo closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the moist oxygen inhaled into his nose, the concentration of which was high enough to make people intoxicated.
But these gases are too cold and too harsh.
Sang Luo felt that his mind was extremely clear.
He pulled the man next to him and sat down on the outdoor chair a little before the clock.
Then he took out an ink bottle and a brand new fine feather pen from his coat pocket.
Mr. Hart took him to the stationery store two days ago and bought him a feather pen.
Sang Luo lowered his head and said uncomfortably, "The quill pen I used suddenly broke, so I started using the one you gave me... Let's chat. I have something to ask you and say to you."
Both of them were sitting sideways. Sang Luo placed the opened ink bottle and feather pen in the middle of the seat.
Mr. Hart also took his notebook out of his pocket and stood ready.
"Pfft, no need to be so formal." Sang Luo was amused by his actions. She put her fist to her lips, coughed lightly, and then asked, "Mr. Hart, I think we should be friends, right?"
The man nodded, agreeing with Sang Luo's statement.
Just as Sang Luo was about to move on to the next topic, he saw that the man opposite him shook his head again.
What does this mean? Sang Luo was puzzled.
The man quickly wrote down a sentence and handed the notebook to Sang Luo.
It says: Not a friend, you are someone more special to me.
Sang Luo's heart was pounding.
He resisted the urge to continue questioning the man, returned the notebook, and decided to proceed at his own pace.
He said, "How about we have a question-and-answer session? Tell me your thoughts in words."
The man nodded in agreement again.
So Sang Luo slowly began his story: "Before discussing the topic of our relationship, I want to tell you why I suddenly wanted to laugh while walking on the road just now - I had a dream last night, no, I had dreams in the past few days, and encountered some very strange things. I thought I was sleep paralyzed, and I thought about it all morning but couldn't figure out what kind of ghost it was. After all, it didn't hurt me. Then I thought, I shouldn't speculate aimlessly, I should come and ask you directly. After all, I can't think of anyone more mysterious about this town than Mr. Hart."
Sang Luo was so engrossed in his conversation that he didn't notice that when he mentioned words like dreaming, strange, ghost and mysterious, the man opposite him, whose originally rhythmic and slow breathing, suddenly stopped for a long time.
Mr. Hart's shoulders and neck were so stiff that they were almost as stiff as a statue.
But he stopped breathing on his own without any physical discomfort.
It was as if he didn't need to breathe, but for some reason, he deliberately kept his chest rising and falling like a normal person.
Seeing the black-haired young man looking at him without blinking, as if expecting his answer, the man slowly wrote a line in the notebook.
He asked Sang Luo: What is a ghost?
Sang Luo explained: "Ghosts are the souls of people who die, and they transform into very vicious monsters."
The man drew a big "X" on the next page.
"I guessed it." Sang Luo said, "When you asked me what a ghost was, I guessed it. Maybe I was thinking in the wrong direction."
Mr. Hart wrote: "When a person dies, the soul dissipates immediately unless someone uses alchemy to retain it. But in the town of Red Pomegranate, I am sure that no one here uses alchemy."
"Okay, I understand." Sang Luo apparently agreed with this statement.
But my heart was already pounding.
Holy shit, how come there are supernatural powers in this world? And alchemy?
So what kind of inhuman monster is this that has been harassing me these past few days?
Sang Luo was shocked.
But he decided to postpone the topic, because if he continued to ask, he would definitely be exposed in front of Mr. Hart. He didn't want anyone to know that he was not from this world for the time being.
I must make some time to go to the town library and brush up on my common sense about this world.
The most important thing today is to get straight to the point—
Sang Luo said directly: "I want to know about you. Do you have any family? What is your job? How old are you? And, when would it be convenient for me to meet you?"
The man asked back: "Why do you need to know this? Aren't we doing well the way we are now?"
"No," Sang Luo replied, "If I keep the status quo, it will make me feel like I'm having an affair with an old married man. I need to know your basic information, such as how old you are and what you look like."
The wide-brimmed hat was tilted, and Sang Luo seemed to be able to see the man's extremely confused expression.
Sang Luo sighed deeply.
Fortunately, he has made sufficient mental preparations these days, and when he occasionally daydreams, he will imagine similar scenes again and again.
Only then could he say these words in a more calm manner.
He said: "Mr. Hart, you said you have no wife or other close relationships, and I am the person closest to you so far, and you are very interested in me. Does this mean that you also have feelings for me? And can our relationship go further without hurting anyone?"
The fingertips wrapped in black leather gently touched the tip of the feather pen a few times.
These blows were like a knock on Sang Luo's heart as he was waiting for an answer.
Seeing that the man was thinking, Sang Luo did not interrupt him, but just waited silently for the answer.
Maybe it was the cold wind that burst the capillaries on his face, but Sang Luo felt his face was hot and red.
I hope my face doesn't look too funny to Mr. Hart...
While he was daydreaming, the notebook was pushed towards him again.
It says: Do you mean to be in a husband-wife relationship with me?
Sang Luo was stunned.
He wanted to say, that’s not what I meant, but it seems that there is indeed a big difference between the two.
Not knowing how to refute, I could only nod and agree: "Yes. But not so fast - what I mean is, we can get to know each other first, and then consider whether we can become partners and have the most intimate relationship for each other."
The other party told him: I understand. Sang Luo, I know you very well.
It's almost an invitation, an invitation to learn about life's lessons.
After getting this answer, Sang Luo felt as if he was wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket, warming him from head to toe.
He couldn't control the muscles on his face, so he had to forcefully purse his lips to prevent his smile from looking too bright and silly.
"That's great. We have the same expectations for each other." Sang Luo's dimples were as sweet as if they were filled with honey. "Then let's pursue that beautiful expectation and get to know each other better."
Mr. Hart was equally delighted.
He really liked this interesting human being.
His interest in Sang Luo far exceeded that of everyone in the town combined.
So, he didn't mind giving Sang Luo the kind of relationship he expected.
Until he heard Sang Luo's next words.
Sang Luo said, "Also, I plan to leave Red Pomegranate Town soon and go out to see the world. Will you come with me? I hope that before that, I can see your true appearance."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "If your vocal cords were destroyed because of burns or something like that, don't worry, I won't mind. I'll try to adapt. After all, it's other aspects of you that attract me."
The man was silent for a long time.
It was so long that the fog completely covered his scarf and shoulders.
Sang Luo thought Mr. Hart was still hesitating, so he reached out and held his hand, giving him encouragement while also absorbing some of his body warmth.
When the big hands wearing leather gloves tightly wrapped his hands behind his back, Sang Luo knew that he had waited for the man's consent.
A happy smile appeared on the young man's face.
He had no idea what the thick fog that had spread to the ground and that he had ignored meant.
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The author has something to say:
When I was writing this chapter, it was drizzling outside the window.
Then I caught a cold.
I looked at the rainy day scene I wrote and I felt so cold.
Is it cold where you are?
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