Chapter 60 Chapter 60 Respect the dead, okay?
In this building where every inch of land is valuable, Yan Pei's studio occupies an entire floor.
When Cen Xue arrived, Yan Pei was wearing headphones and didn't notice anyone coming.
He didn't mean to give Yan Pei a surprise or anything. He walked to the door and subconsciously looked around. As a result, the access control system recognized the door and successfully unlocked it. The door opened openly.
It seems that Yan Pei also recorded his photo.
Cen Xue thought this system was stupid. How could just a photo be enough?
The studio was large, with dedicated meeting rooms and recording rooms, but the main equipment was mostly piled around Yan Pei. Cen Xue's perspective had clearly changed from her teenage years. She was no longer as cautious around expensive equipment, familiar or unfamiliar, knowing full well that it wouldn't stop working just because she touched it too much.
According to Yan Pei's personality, just like that evil dragon, he likes to hide the most important things inside. Cen Xue is familiar with the place. Although it is her first time here, she went straight to the innermost closed room.
The room was not locked.
Cen Xue walked in and leaned against Yan Pei's desk, appearing in the blink of an eye.
Yan Pei took off his headphones.
Cen Xue: "You're treating guests like this even though we have an appointment? You're just letting them do as they please."
"Are you a guest?"
Yan Pei lazily slumped back on the expensive ergonomic chair.
Although it sounded provocative, Cen Xue understood what he meant by "one of our own." Yan Pei looked well, and must have been having a good time recently, especially right now.
He sighed comfortably, "I'm inspired when you come. Or rather, you're my muse and angel."
Cen Xue felt numb all over when she heard this.
A bit disgusting.
But the man, who was still in high spirits, didn't care about all these details. He shook the earphones with one hand and stuffed them on Cen Xue's head.
The other hand was operating the computer: "Listen."
But Cen Xue could no longer hear these three words.
No wonder Yan Pei didn't react at all when he came in. The noise reduction function of the headphones must be too good.
The world was silent for a brief second, and soon Yan Pei's freshly-baked creations filled the void. Even though Cen Xue wasn't particularly knowledgeable in this area, she possessed a basic aesthetic sense. Yan Pei was blessed with natural talent, something he'd known since he was eighteen, and after seven years, he was led to comprehend it once more.
The expensive and high-end equipment brought out the details to the extreme. In just a few tens of seconds, Cen Xue received the highest level of immersive treatment.
Even my scalp felt numb and tingling all over my body.
It's like a brain orgasm.
I didn't react until the sound inside stopped.
He was startled when Yan Pei came close to him.
Because I couldn't hear anything.
Yan Pei also had his back to the computer like him. His high nose bridge was very advantageous, so every time he tried to get close to her, the tip of his nose would arrive first.
He simply treated this as a pleasure, and used the tip of his nose to trace the lines of Cen Xue's neck and slide up to the slightly pouting cheek, and then he took it in his mouth and sucked it.
Cen Xue seemed to wake up in shock and distanced herself from him.
It’s just that the dampness and heat at the corners of my mouth won’t dissipate.
For a moment, he thought he was back to seven years ago, when he had written a satisfactory song. Yan Pei wanted him to listen to it as soon as possible, and then he would start to work on it with the remaining enthusiasm.
Oh, and by the way, he sings like a parrot.
Yan Pei was probably also subconsciously lost in memories. Seeing him like this, a hint of clarity appeared in his eyes.
Cen Xue walked out of the territory he had marked out—the area that Yan Pei could easily grab, and pretended to be very interested in other ornaments.
On the back is a designed vinyl record wall, which can really kill time if you look closely.
But Yan Pei would chase after her. He always had an uneasy desire for Cen Xue, as if he could only feel at ease when their skin was close.
There was a small cabinet under the wall with some ornaments placed on it. It was just the height that could be reached by slightly bending one's waist, and it was not fixed to the wall. The cabinet creaked and the ornaments swayed with it. Cen Xue subconsciously held on to it, but found that it was designed to shake. Then he had to deal with the domineering man who trapped him with his hands from behind.
When you turn your head to the side, you can see the shadow under the man's deep brow.
Yan Pei naturally rubbed his chin into Cen Xue's shoulder, causing the fabric to wrinkle.
Cen Xue's invitation and inspiration made him feel very happy, and he spoke with a nonchalant and lazy tone, unlike sometimes when he was like a man of fire and didn't like what he heard and was extremely irritating.
This made Cen Xue always feel that every time he finished writing a song, he had a subtle sense of afterthought.
But it is not entirely true that creation can relieve restlessness. If he finishes writing a song, can Cen Xue usually get a full night's sleep?
His eyes followed Cen Xue's gaze and asked, "Do you like this singer?"
Cen Xue didn't look at it seriously at first, she was just in a daze.
After hearing this, I took a look and found that I had indeed heard it before.
One of the few songs collected in the playlist, the album is right in front of me.
Cen Xue clarified: "It's not that I like the singer, it's just that I've heard this song many times."
Yan Pei said even more proudly: "You still say you don't pay attention to me? Didn't you see the producer list?"
It was probably the incomprehensible string of English names before the lyrics on the player. Cen Xue had never paid much attention to that, but from what Yan Pei said, it seemed like the song had something to do with him.
He didn't need to recall and look for it. Yan Pei pointed to a corner of the album cover and said, "My name."
The songs Yan Pei sold abroad were sold to this person.
Now both of them are doing well in their own country and keep in touch occasionally.
However, this made Cen Xue hold back what he wanted to say. His next sentence was: I had insomnia for a period of time before, and listening to this song would make me fall asleep quickly and deeply.
But it is obvious that that period was seven years ago and was related to Yan Pei.
Listening to a song by one of the main culprits of his insomnia to soothe him to sleep seemed a bit absurd, like a Möbius strip.
Cen Xue pursed her lips tightly.
However, Yan Pei couldn't see his face from this angle, so his reaction didn't matter to him. It was just a derivative topic anyway.
At this point, the preliminary greetings seemed to be over. Yan Pei continued, "I didn't expect you to come."
This is what happens when you get rejected too many times. Yan Pei is used to Cen Xue refusing him and then forcing it in.
As a result, less than five minutes after he hung up the phone last night, Zi Ran called back, which was rare. At that moment, Yan Pei almost thought that the person on the other end was Fu Rouyun, and took the opportunity to show off, such as "I can arrange his phone number at will, but you can't" and so on.
Once you get used to the taste of a forced melon, you’ll feel a bit overwhelmed when you taste the opposite.
Yan Pei snorted: "There's really no reason to reject my song."
Now, if you want his songs, they are out of market unless you collaborate with him like in a talent show.
After all, it has its own traffic. As long as you add the two words "Yan Pei", there will be countless little firecrackers to help you remember it, and the data will definitely not be bad.
Cen Xue nodded as a sign of agreement. If anyone heard Yan Pei offer to give a song to someone, they would probably want to publish it in the newspaper and make it a trending search to let the world know the next second, but he didn't do that.
This is very strange. Using Yan Pei's favor to help Fu Rouyun shows that there are some problems with him.
It will make their relationship even more unclear.
Fu Rouyun would not accept the offer either. Cen Xue knew his temper and would rather sell other producers' songs at a high price.
So this was just a cover, he cared about something else, and the crew was too tired at the time, so they had time to find him.
So he casually said, "How can such a good thing be given away for free? I'm afraid I can't afford it."
Twisting Yan Pei's hand away, Cen Xue freed herself from his shackles and leaned against the edge of the cupboard with him.
"I can afford it."
Yan Pei wasn't annoyed. There was an irrepressible excitement in his words, as if something he had been planning for a long time was about to break out of the ground. As expected, kindness can only be feigned for three seconds. He lowered his voice and said, "I just want a signature."
Cen Xue glanced at him.
"But you definitely can't write my name," he said, almost unable to suppress the wicked grin of someone who had done something bad. "How about using a pseudonym—'Xu Lin'?"
He crossed his arms over his chest and bumped Cen Xue's shoulder as if he was really thinking about something.
"Hey, this is really strange. I clearly saw your death certificate back then, but why does the person in the photo on the tombstone look completely different from you? Who is that person in the photo? And who is the Xu Lin I know?"
——Another thing, no need to ask.
Cen Xue thought, Yan Pei was quiet, and he was indeed making trouble.
He turned his head and looked at Yan Pei intently.
"Hasn't the Xu Lin you know always been me?"
Yan Pei didn't buy it and asked inquiringly, "Stop talking about other things."
Cen Xue: "Did you buy him a bouquet of flowers when you went there?"
"Flowers? No," Yan Pei shrugged. "I'm looking for someone, not visiting a grave."
Yan Zijiao knew to buy a bunch of sunflowers and chamomiles.
——Such a comparison suddenly flashed through Cen Xue’s mind.
He felt that he and Yan Pei might be born incompatible, and he could always find the one he disliked the most among countless feasible methods.
Being unwilling to speak and actively speaking are two different things, and actively speaking and being kept in the dark are two different things. The distance between people is so strange. Cen Xue didn't mean to compare the two men, but now he had a thought: Why didn't Lu Yanxi let him feel offended? But Yan Pei could?
Yan Pei had an expression that said, "I've caught you!"
He was already certain that Cen Xue and the real Xu Lin were not the same person.
"You just used his death to get away from me," Yan Pei reasoned, his reasoning tinged with personal emotion. "Who would be so capable as to find a scapegoat with the same name as you?"
Cen Xue said expressionlessly, "Can you please show some respect to the deceased?"
Then he looked at Yan Pei's neck.
Today, there were not so many accessories to match, so it was empty. Cen Xue felt that a collar should be tied on it, and the other end of the chain should be in her hand. In this way, every time Yan Pei was disobedient, she could pull it hard and punish him with the pain of tearing and friction until he remembered the lesson.
He is too difficult to control, unlike the others.
Suddenly, Cen Xue remembered Lu Yanxi.
He should be in City S now, and I don't know how he is doing.
*
In a shared rental house in an urban village in S City.
The landlord has been running this rental business for decades and may be older than the young people who are willing to buy the haunted house.
I took people inside to have a look at the interior of the house. It was in the worst location on the fifth floor. Since no one had lived there for a while, when the incandescent light was turned on with a "click", dust and fog filled the air under the sudden, cold light.
"As we agreed beforehand, this is a haunted house. Someone died there a few years ago," the landlord reminded the young man repeatedly, fearing he might regret it. "But it's been cleaned up. If it weren't so difficult to rent out, I wouldn't be willing to sell it at this price..."
The young man smiled and said, "I won't regret it. I want the full amount."
If the landlord often watches movies, he or she may find the man's voice familiar.
But the landlord just thought this guy was weird. Who would come here for a haunted house? And he signed the contract without even seeing the house! He even said he was introduced by someone and had finally found it. Who would recommend a haunted house?
But if it can be sold, the landlord won’t care anymore.
Although this young man was dressed so covertly that he seemed to be suffocating himself, with a hat, a mask and sunglasses, it didn't matter. As long as he could get the money, he would be fine. He was afraid that he would regret it if he followed the proper procedures.
Lu Yanxi followed the landlord casually and found that the house was just as the landlord said. Everything was cleaned up and there was no trace of anything out of place.
The unoccupied house smelled of decay.
The landlord opened the window and the two of them looked out.
Landlord: "Actually, the view here is great." It's backed by the river.
Maybe this is the only advantage. Then again, all the houses in this building facing this direction have the same view from the windows.
Lu Yanxi exchanged a few pleasantries and then got to the point: "Do you know what happened to that family back then?"
The landlord stared at him at first, but then thought that as the new owner, it was reasonable for him to know the previous situation.
There is a high flow of people in urban villages. On the one hand, there are many migrant workers. Maybe in a few months, the neighbors around may change three or four times.
All the neighbors of this haunted house have moved away, and they are all young and middle-aged people whom I don’t know. The landlord is the only one I can talk to about the past.
"Well, if you ask me, it's a sin."
The landlord took out a cigarette and lit it. He couldn't just stand there and chat, so he compared it to Lu Yanxi and asked him if he wanted one. He shook his head and refused.
"They're a couple who come here to work. They can barely afford to live on their own, and they have two children to take care of."
Lu Yanxi paused: "Two?"
"Yeah, it was their father who died. I heard he often beat his wife and children. He ended up drinking too much that night and suffocated to death by his own vomit."
The landlord had a look of nostalgia on his face. "Those two kids should be in their twenties now... I remember they were a boy and a girl. The son was named Xu Lin, and the daughter... I don't remember her full name. One time when I was collecting rent, I heard the woman calling "Axue" in the room. It must be Xue, the name for snow. It's a pretty nice name, but I've never seen what she looked like."
"But their son is incredible," the landlord said, his face full of pity. "He's a great student and got into our top three middle school, but he ended up with a father like this."
Lu Yanxi——A little confusing.
If the landlord is correct, why is there one more person passing by?
Cen Xue can fight against Xu Lin and Axue, so who is he?
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