Chapter 74 The Second Dream
Throw yourself into the embrace of a man wearing a waxed windbreaker and with a strong masculine scent.
Sang Luo was stunned for a few seconds.
He subconsciously wanted to look up to see the person he bumped into, but a big hand held his head down.
With irresistible force, he turned around like a ballet dancer.
Turn to the same position as before, with your back to the man.
Only after they restored the appropriate social distance did the man let Sang Luo go.
He tilted his head slightly and looked at Mr. Hart in confusion, not understanding why he was spinning himself.
Of course the man didn't explain.
He just used the big hand that had just been clasped on Sang Luo's head to press his neck again, signaling him to move forward.
"Oh." Sang Luo finally understood that what he did just now was only because Mr. Hart didn't want her to see his face.
The way she bumped into his arms was so subtle. If she just raised her head slightly, she could see Mr. Hart's appearance.
The mysterious Mr. Hart was always on guard and didn't want to be seen.
Sang Luo didn't feel lost—just like he would never tell Mr. Hart about his origins. He respected Mr. Hart's protection of his identity.
Like every time before, the two walked in silence on the flooded stone road, one in front and one behind.
Because of the heavy rain just now, the entire street is now empty.
The dusk had not yet ended and the night had not yet arrived. In addition, the warm yellow kerosene lamps that had been lit for a long time in the shops on both sides made the atmosphere for the two people under the black umbrella even more quiet and romantic.
Sang Luo couldn't help but sigh: "It feels like a date."
He didn't expect the man next to him to answer.
But after walking a few more steps, he found that it was a little brighter above his head - Mr. Hart stopped and walked out from under the umbrella.
Sang Luo fell back and asked him, "What's the matter?"
The man looked at the shop next to him, which was a boutique stationery store.
Sang Luo guessed that perhaps Mr. Hart wanted to buy a new notebook.
Because yesterday afternoon, they chatted in the pub and used up many pages of Mr. Hart's brand new leather notebook.
So much so that today, they have to go back to using the free notes provided by the pub.
After guessing that Mr. Hart probably wanted to go to the stationery store to buy some more notebooks, Sang Luo simply took his arm and took the initiative to lead this man who could not speak and was not good at expressing his needs with body language into the store.
As soon as you enter the door, you are hit by the strong smell of ink, leather and brand new paper.
Sang Luo took a deep breath and felt that his restless heart was temporarily relieved.
The man next to him started walking around very skillfully.
He walked past several shelves filled with impractical decorative items and came to the counter at the back selling handmade notebooks. He pointed at several expensive pure leather notebooks and asked the clerk to give them to him.
He was clearly wearing gloves, but it was as if the gloves had tactile nerves. He could just lightly brush against the covers of the notebooks and immediately tell which were vegetable-tanned leather and which were chrome-tanned leather.
Mr. Hart took the sample piece of letter paper that was on the counter, wrote a few words, and handed it to the clerk.
Afterwards, the clerk put the chrome-tanned leather notebooks back in their place and recommended several other leather notebooks to Mr. Hart.
Sang Luo just stood there and watched.
He thought that Mr. Hart's every move was so elegant.
Perhaps he was some great noble, passing through this small town, stopping briefly for a few days, and therefore kept his identity strictly confidential, unwilling to reveal even a little bit.
Or maybe he is actually a vampire who has lived for many years? In literature and film and television works, those vampires in the Western worldview are all very mysterious and elegant.
He might even be the patriarch of a hidden family that has been passed down for hundreds of years. After all, he is generous and has a dignified demeanor.
The height of the counter was too low for Mr. Hart, who was over 1.9 meters tall.
He did not bend over while writing.
Instead, his back was straight, his head was slightly lowered, and the lines of his shoulders and neck were slightly collapsed.
It was like signing some important agreement or declaration.
But in reality, he was just testing which of the quill pen samples provided to customers had the best writing effect...
Huh? Why did he buy a quill?
Mr. Hart always used his own quill.
Unless you are a writer like me, it is actually very inconvenient to carry a feather pen and ink bottle wherever you go.
It's much quicker to just find a store and borrow a pen.
As Sang Luo was thinking, he saw the clerk in charge of serving Mr. Hart carefully put at least seven or eight feather pens of different styles into a gift box with a smile on his face.
Packaged with pretty wrapping paper and ribbon.
Then, Sang Luo saw Mr. Hart, who had paid the money quickly, walking towards him carrying a few handmade notebooks packed in brown paper bags and a few exquisite gift boxes.
He handed the gift box into the arms of Sang Luo, who was already aware of the situation.
At this moment, Sang Luo had no idea what expression he should use to deal with this reward from the top brother on the list.
He stammered, "No, I can't accept this. It's too much, and too valuable..."
The man just lowered his head slightly and faced him directly, without any body language.
Sang Luo had no choice but to continue explaining: "Your support for my performances every night, the tips and chestnut cakes, and sending me back to the hotel, the help you have given me is really too much and too much."
In this way, it is easy for you to have other ideas.
When he came to this strange town in another world, Mr. Hart was the first person to show him kindness, support and help.
He is generous, calm, elegant, and polite...
There are countless wonderful qualities that Sang Luo had seen when he watched European and American silent films in the past, and those gentlemen of the last century who wore top hats and suits.
Mr. Hart was a gentleman.
When people are lonely, it is very easy to fall for the gentle hand extended to them.
Sang Luo felt that at countless moments, he could see Mr. Hart's hand reaching out to him.
Perhaps it was unintentional, or perhaps Mr. Hart had no idea that some of his generous actions would be perceived differently in his own eyes.
Because Sang Luo's sexual orientation is homosexual.
He had no way to restrain his subconscious admiration when he met a high-quality man.
Sang Luo understood that in such a special environment and state of mind, he would be very easily moved by a high-scoring man like Mr. Hart - humans are animals that desire love.
Last night, when I was dreaming, I dreamed of myself as the heroine and Mr. Hart as the hero. I also added a face that was a combination of the faces of the heroes in my favorite European and American movies to his. This is very telling.
It shows what you are longing for subconsciously.
It's not an exaggeration to say it's obscene...
Now, facing the gift from the kind Mr. Hart, Sang Luo, who had a guilty conscience, really didn't dare to accept it.
He was afraid that once he accepted it, he would unconsciously lose control of his emotions.
In this special situation where there is a lack of security caused by an unfamiliar environment, you will fall in love with someone who may not have a future with you.
Sang Luo felt that it was difficult for her to bear the disappointment of unrequited love in such a situation.
So just don't have any illusions.
Control yourself and don't fall in love with him.
But after Sang Luo said that, Mr. Hart's actions made Sang Luo, who had been determined to refuse his gift, waver - the man stretched out his hand wrapped in leather gloves, gently supported Sang Luo's chin, and used his thumb to lightly wipe Sang Luo's lower lip.
It was a frivolous and erotic gesture.
But under Mr. Hart's gentlemanly nature and Sang Luo's ten-level filter for him, he appears ambiguous and innocent.
Sang Luo was completely at a loss.
His cheeks flushed and his heart pounded. He wondered what Mr. Hart meant by this.
But the next second, he knew the reason.
It was because some cream from the chestnut cake I ate in the afternoon stuck to the corners of my lips, and I was so careless that I forgot to wipe it off with a napkin.
Now, they appeared on the man's pure black leather gloves.
So conspicuous...
Sang Luo thought, not only is the white cream on the black gloves eye-catching, I myself am also a conspicuous bag.
But why did Mr. Hart hold my chin and wipe it himself?
It was just like the scene in a dream.
Does Mr. Hart know that even between people of the same sex, such actions are considered to be crossing the line?
Why would he do this, as a person with a good sense of boundaries and politeness?
Does he also like the same sex?
Sang Luo's mind was in a mess.
Before his thoughts could continue, the man raised his hand and gently touched Sang Luo's arm with his elbow, motioning him to go outside.
So, in a daze, Sang Luo accepted the ten boxes of expensive quill pens and left the boutique stationery store with Mr. Hart.
When he stepped out of the store, Sang Luo realized that it was already dark outside.
A cool breeze blew, and Sang Luo couldn't help but sneeze.
When he looked up again, the man in the long windbreaker was already standing in front of him, blocking the night wind for him.
Sang Luo is not short, just over 1.8 meters tall, and not thin either.
But Mr. Hart had the whole of him.
Sang Luo thought, the way he treated me today was really different.
Much closer than yesterday or the previous few days.
Why is this?
Sang Luo couldn't understand.
He couldn't guess what the node that caused these changes was, because clearly, from the moment they met today, all the steps were almost the same as yesterday?
It can't be that Mr. Hart was also dreaming and just happened to dream about himself, right?
Sang Luo shook his head at his wild guess.
"Mr. Hart, thank you for the gift. I actually like it very much." Sang Luo gently tugged at the man's sleeve with one hand and said word by word.
Maybe it’s because the mist is sparse tonight and the moon is gentle.
Sang Luo suddenly wanted to convey his current mood to Mr. Hart.
That kind of sour yet satisfying feeling that seems only a little bit away from secret love.
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When saying goodbye to Mr. Hart at the hotel door, this time the man did not leave immediately.
Instead, he took out a piece of exquisite letter paper from his pocket and handed it to Sang Luo.
It says: Good night, Sang Luo, I hope you have a sweet dream tonight too.
Sang Luo recognized that this was the stationery from the boutique stationery store.
When Mr. Hart was in the store, he thought about saying goodnight to me?
Sang Luo nodded heavily, gave him a big smile and said, "Yeah!"
Then that night, he really had a "sweet dream".
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This time, Sang Luo was able to adapt more familiarly to the situation that he was dreaming about.
And it is a continuous dream.
Oxygen-rich forest towns, waterfalls and lakes, mysterious caves, and the travelers who come here to embark on a thrilling and suspenseful story.
This is the background of Sang Luo's ghost story, and he is continuing his dream based on last night's plot.
But when Sang Luo saw Xiaomei wearing a small suit, a tight skirt, and curly hair, he was still defeated.
"Garcia? How could you be Xiaomei?" Sang Luo collapsed.
What weird and dirty things am I dreaming about?
"Huh?" Xiaomei didn't understand why the guest was yelling at her like a mentally ill person.
She wanted to step forward and ask.
But he was stopped by Sang Luo, whose mental state was indeed unstable at the moment.
He said, "Don't move, just stand there and let me adjust my brain circuit to change your character image... Don't move! I feel dizzy..."
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The author has something to say:
There is a detail that is wrong about Mr. Hart. Did you notice it?
Mr. Hart said that he is diligently studying some human behaviors and trying to make Sangluo satisfied even when he sleeps during the day.
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