Chapter 72 Chapter Four

Luo Luo touched his forehead. He didn't know how long he had slept just now, but he only remembered that he fell into a drowsy sleep after taking the medicine that the man gave him.He was extraordinarily awake at this moment, and felt that he seemed to be much better, but he didn't plan to get up yet. He wondered if that person had gently brushed the hair on his forehead before he fell asleep. He would rather it was a dream, a nightmare, but if he dreamed of such a scene, it would be more difficult for him to accept, but if it was real, then why didn't he push the other party's hand away on the spot?

It seems like a mystery! Rollo remembered that he didn't seem to resist at all, and didn't want to resist.Aside from the fact that he was really sleepy at the time, he also sort of thanked God that when he was sick, he had someone to push the hair out of his forehead because it did make him feel uncomfortable. Comfortable. That... that man who looks a little frivolous... why did he do this to me?What was he thinking about? He rolled over in pain, forcing himself to continue falling asleep. Lara was playing the piano when he came downstairs, and when she saw him approaching, she jumped off her chair and threw herself into his arms.

"You're such a clingy child, Lala." Rollo smiled tiredly, stroking Lala's hair. "Teach me to play the piano, brother." She pulled Luo Luo's clothes and pointed to the huge piano behind her, "Teach me to play the song last time, okay?" "I can't help you." He took Lala's hand, walked to the piano and sat down, and then began to play. Looking at her brother's slender fingers dancing happily on the keys, Lala's taupe eyes shone with a strange luster.She suddenly hugged Rollo from behind and rested her head on his back. The piano sound stopped abruptly.

"Lala, brother can't play like you are." He said with a smile. "In the future, I will be my brother's bride." The smile on Luo Luo's face suddenly disappeared, and he lost his voice: "What did you say?" "Didn't my brother say that we will always be together? So I want to be my brother's bride. That's what my brother thinks, right?" "No, Lala. I mean, we will live together forever like a pair of brothers and sisters." He held Lala's hand around him, "Lala can't be my brother's bride, because Lala is my brother's sister."

Lala let go of Luo Luo, ran away angrily, and cried, "No! I must be my brother's bride, because I am afraid that my brother will be taken away by others!" "What... by whom?" Luo Luo felt absurd and a little funny, "Don't worry Lala, my brother won't go anywhere... Who are you talking about?" "It's Dr. Chen!" she yelled, then turned and ran upstairs. He froze where he was, then shuddered thinking of the hand that brushed his forehead. "If I leave, you won't catch up, right? Because you always have to put on a calm look, and you won't mess yourself up like a fool, just to catch someone ,You will not."

This is what Chen Linfeng said to him when his previous lover left. He also felt that what his ex-lover said was true.He really felt that begging a person who had decided to leave to come back to him regardless of the cost seemed too insipid and too embarrassing.So he has always adhered to the principle of getting together and leaving, but in the end, his lover always thinks he is too cold, and then the other party leaves before he can figure out the situation. He wasn't unharmed.In fact, every time after breaking up with the other party, he would always be depressed for a while, or use alcohol to drown his sorrows. He didn't know what he did wrong at all, which led to every person he interacted with finally leaving him for the same reason go.

But his ex-lover woke him up. Although their relationship had reached an irretrievable point at that time, those words really dealt him a severe blow. After that, he didn't want to look for any relationship anymore, because he knew that he still cared about his own face the most, as his former lover said.That being the case, it's better to continue to live alone. If he still can't make a choice between love and face, he will repeat the same mistakes in the end, and he is already tired of this nightmarish reincarnation.Moreover, he also knew that his emotions would not be understood by the world, even in Western countries, people like him would be regarded as aliens.

But now, there is a person who makes him very concerned. He didn't pursue the person he liked as before, but only met when there was a need for work, and he didn't plan to look for him other than that.He didn't let the man know what was on his mind, but he didn't intend to hide it either. He just waited for that bewildered look on the man's face when he noticed. Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face involuntarily. He walked alone on the streets of the city, and the voice and smile of that person kept appearing in his mind, and his body and mind seemed to be greatly relaxed.Such relaxation is very rare for him, so he enjoys this short and hard-won moment very much.

He walked aimlessly, watching. Suddenly, in a gallery across the street, he saw a familiar figure, it was Rollo, and he would not be mistaken.He stood in front of the store, as if he was telling the owner of the store something, and then left. Chen Linfeng didn't catch up to say hello, but walked into the gallery directly. As soon as he stepped into the store, a portrait caught his attention. The oil painting was about a ten-year-old girl with curly black hair, taupe eyes, and a sweet smile.He was stunned, not because of the superb drawing skills, nor because of the girl's beautiful face, but because the girl in the picture resembled someone he knew to a creepy extent!

How could this be?He stepped forward to observe the painting, and then saw a line of small characters in the corner of the painting: "Luo Lili, painted at the age of ten". Lily?Who is she?He thought of Jiajia and Lala, and suddenly understood—they were actually substitutes for this girl, because they all looked quite similar to the girl named Luo Lili in the painting. So he went up to ask the boss. From the boss, he learned that the owner of this oil painting wanted to install a new frame for it, but what he wanted to know more was who was the author of this painting and when it was painted.He was lucky, because the boss happened to know the artist of this painting, and the artist lived not far from this street.He wanted to entrust the artist to paint, and successfully obtained the artist's address and his name.

It was a very old small bungalow, and it was easily recognizable because it had a pointed, dark blue roof. "Lu...Xue...Min..." Holding the piece of paper with the painter's address in his hand, he murmured the other's name, and soon came to the small bungalow. "No. 52... is here." He stood in front of the gate and rang the bell.After a while, a gray-haired old man opened the door. "Mr. Lu?" The old man nodded, "You are Lao Li... the one the owner of the gallery said he was looking for me?" "Yes, my name is Chen Linfeng, Lin from the maple forest, Feng from the maple forest." Hearing this name, the old man showed an incomprehensible smile, "Oh! Your name is Chen Linfeng, right? Come in, young man." He happily greeted the visitor to enter the door. This is a quiet house, with several wisterias planted in front of the courtyard, and the garden is very clean.What is very inconsistent with the western-style appearance is that the interior of the room is decorated in Chinese style, with wood inlaid at the corners and carved with elegant patterns. There is a huge screen in the corner of the hall, and the walls are covered with Ink and wash paintings, and a few Western oil paintings, Zhang Zhang can be called a classic. "Have you seen that painting in Lao Li's shop?" The old man poured a cup of tea for the guest. Chen Linfeng was a little surprised, but still nodded, "I came here just for that painting." He took the tea that the old man handed him, "You are the author of that painting, right?" "It's me." The old man laughed loudly. "You are so lucky to see that painting! Boy! That is my most proud work. I can't draw that kind of painting again, what a pity!" "But I heard from Boss Li that you are still painting for the Luo family, aren't you?" "Yeah! That stupid kid found a bunch of boring little models from somewhere, and insisted that I paint their portraits! That kid doesn't know what real art is, and none of the little girls he found can The best masterpiece, the best model!" "Does the best mean...'Lily'?" Chen Linfeng asked. "Boy," the old man sipped his tea. "Have you ever seen the so-called 'Divinity'?" Chen Linfeng's black eyes blinked, "Divinity?" "Yes, divinity, just like Aphrodite in Greek mythology and Raphael in Jewish mythology..." Seeing that Chen Linfeng was still in a daze, he shook his head and continued, "In those ancient In the Chinese mythology, the most noble and beautiful beings are asexual, or have both sexes. You don't understand, when I first saw Lily, I was deeply fascinated by her divinity! Only she can perfectly present such pure divinity! I have never seen any child as beautiful as her... never again!" For some reason, the young doctor's heart suddenly twitched. "It sounds to me... that doesn't look like a god, but rather a devil that can confuse people." "Yes, you are quite right!" The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a strange brilliance in his eyes: "She can have divinity at the same time, but she also has the magic that makes everyone willing to die for her! Didn't you see that painting clearly—I most admire That femme fatale smile I sketched around her mouth in the painting you are so proud of? She will look at you quietly and obediently like that, and when you discover her magic, you have dedicated your heart and hands to her superior!" "What did you say?" The old man ignored him, but stood up passionately, shouting hoarsely: "You haven't understood how you will fall into her trap! You, that kid, and his group of little girls too! You will end up To find that we were all played by her, that we were all poor wretches dancing in the palm of her hand!" Chen Linfeng can finally be sure now that the person in front of him is just a hopeless art fanatic, and he is obviously approaching the edge of madness. So he stood up and prepared to leave. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Lu, I have something to do and I have to go back." When he reached the door, he stopped suddenly, turned around and asked, "By the way, I would like to ask you a few more questions at the end. How long ago was that painting drawn?" The old man smiled, "That was a work born from my hands thirteen years ago." "Then the person in the painting—Lily, is Mr. Luo's biological sister, right?" The old man's smile stopped abruptly, and there was deep fear in his eyes: "No, she was never his sister. He never had a sister, it was just his fantasy...There are too many things hidden in that gloomy mansion. The secrets, those secrets make him breathless, and all the people who live in it, including me and you, can't breathe..." "Not his sister! Who is he then?" The old man smiled grimly, "Who? I don't know. I can only tell you that he trusted his confused memory too much. He hid her, but he didn't remember it." Chen Linfeng shook his head helplessly, and said, "Thank you for telling me this. Then, we will meet later, Mr. Lu." Then he opened the door and walked out. What secrets are hidden in the Luo mansion? Lala seemed to be hostile to everyone who approached Luo Luo, especially regarding Chen Linfeng as an imaginary enemy, which made him feel ridiculous.She thought that Dr. Chen would take away her brother, and she was really afraid of that.And no matter how much he tried to convince her that the idea was ridiculous, she just didn't want to believe it. On the day of Luo Luo's eleventh birthday party for her, he also invited Chen Linfeng, and deliberately led her to talk to Chen Linfeng, just because he wanted to stop the excessive and outrageous fantasies in her little head. "Hello, Dr. Chen, I'm glad you came. Lala said that she has been wanting to say a few words to you." Luo Luo looked at Lala next to her, but she pouted unhappily. "Oh, really?" Chen Linfeng smiled, and bent down to hand the gift he brought to Lala's eyes. "Happy birthday, sweet little lady, do you have anything to say to me?" Lara was silent. "Lala, don't be rude, Dr. Chen is asking you." "……I saw." "Huh?" Chen Linfeng was listening. "See what, Lara?" Rollo asked. Lala said in a childish vague voice: "When my brother was sick, I saw Dr. Chen touching my brother's face...I hate Dr. Chen!" Rollo's heart trembled. "Doctor Chen likes his brother, right? Doctor Chen is a man, but he likes his brother. You want to take him away, right?" She looked at the young doctor in front of her in fear, but the other party just showed a disapproving smile and stretched out her hand Gently patted her head. "I won't take Lala's brother away, don't worry." He handed the gift to Rollo, smiled politely, and walked away. Looking at his back, Luo Luo felt a very uncomfortable feeling in his heart, because Chen Linfeng did not deny any of Lala's previous words. He inspected the reframed portrait, fearing any damage during the time he hadn't seen it, and was relieved until he was sure the painting was intact. "elder brother!" A childish voice suddenly sounded, so frightened that he almost dropped the painting on the ground. Lara was standing in the doorway watching him. "Who is that girl?" she asked, pointing to the painting. "Uh, this..." Just when he was still thinking about how to explain, Lala had come to him and stared at the painting. "Brother, who is Lily?" She looked up at Rollo with her gray-brown eyes in confusion, and the questioning look made her feel uncomfortable. "Lala, be good, listen to my brother..." "Why don't you let me know who this girl is?" "Lala..." Before he finished speaking, Lala stretched out her hand to grab the painting, but only reached the edge of the frame. "What are you doing, Lala! You're going to break it!" he yelled. "I just want to break it! As long as I don't have this girl, my brother will only look at me! I don't want anyone else to snatch my brother! No one can!" She screamed, and then tried desperately Steal the painting from Rollo.She gripped Rollo's sleeve tightly, scratching and flailing stubbornly, trying to get him to let go of the painting. "Enough! Stop it!" He swung Lala hard, throwing Lala to the floor. Everything suddenly stopped. He froze for a moment, and then looked at the hand he had just waved away from Lala—his hand was holding the painting, and the hard corner of the frame was dripping with blood. Lara fell face down motionless on the ground, and her head was oozing bright red blood, staining the pure white carpet red. He carefully put the painting aside, and stepped forward to check on Lala's condition - she had already passed away. He saw the old butler standing at the door. "Old Bao!" He was startled, and then became annoyed, "What are you doing standing there without saying a word! Hurry up and get rid of this disgusting thing!" "Yes, master..." Lao Bao said obediently, and then began to handle Lala's still warm body. "Really... Fortunately, the painting is okay." When Lao Bao wrapped up the body, Rollo said beside him.Lao Bao raised his head and saw Rollo holding the portrait, sitting comfortably on a chair to admire it. "Where can I find another perfect girl like you...Lily..." he murmured to the portrait. Lao Bao stood up and walked out holding Lala's body.When the door closed, he glanced at the owner inside again, while he was still carefully examining his baby portrait, he didn't notice the extremely light sigh outside the door.