Fenghuang stared at me playfully. I was so frightened by the look that I turned my head and said, "What are you doing?"
"Want to change your career to be a private detective?" Fenghuang started the car: "I'll take you somewhere."
Fenghuang took me to Cong Yang's home. The 18-year-old apartment has crumbling exterior walls and is very inconspicuous when hidden in a high-rise building. The old man at the door didn't even wear a uniform and dozed off with his chin propped up on one hand.
Not noticing anyone coming in, Fenghuang put his hand to his lips: "Quiet, go up."
We went upstairs without disturbing the person. The old-fashioned elevator made a squeaking sound as it went up. It felt like it would stop or fall at any time. I held Fenghuang's hand tightly and stared at the number in red letters. When we reached the sixth floor
When the elevator door opened, he couldn't wait to step out and took a deep breath: "Which room does he live in?"
Fenghuang took my hand and walked to Room 603. There were four households on each floor, two on the left and two on the left. The doors were closed and there was no key. I asked suspiciously: "Can you do anything?"
Fenghuang smiled slightly, put his finger on the lock, and applied a little force. I heard two "clicks" and then a "squeak". The heavy wooden door opened, and a musty smell came to the room. When I walked in
, the inside is clean and tidy. The source of this smell comes from the closed doors and windows. The room has been stuffy for these days, and the air has long been turbid. Fenghuang walked to the window and opened it. Fresh air floated in, and the feeling was completely different: "
Does he live here?"
"Isn't it incredible?" Fenghuang said: "I used to be a top star, and now I am a top music producer, and he actually lives in a place like this."
"Is this your first time here?" I asked.
"The second time." Fenghuang said, "The first time I stood outside the door."
Seeing my astonishment, Fenghuang explained: "He had no intention of inviting me in."
"How strange." I said, "The house is too clean and simple."
That's not right. His fingers crossed the table and there was some dust on them. Fenghuang smiled and said, "Is this called clean?"
"Stop being picky." I said, "Look for any other clues. He has been in the company for so many years, and you dare to use him without knowing his origins."
"For us, we don't care about a person's past." Fenghuang said in a deep voice: "The Long tribe is unwilling to mention the past. Wait, look, are there any clothes missing from the wardrobe?
"
With quick hands, Fenghuang had already opened the wardrobe. The clothes inside were sorted by season and upper and lower clothes. It was clear at a glance. I scanned it and said, "There are some autumn clothes missing, and there are also a few summer clothes missing. The grid is too empty."
A thought came to mind: "He has come back."
"I think so too." Fenghuang turned into the study room, which was a two-bedroom, bedroom and study room. Cong Yang had no visitors, and there was no bed in the study room. Two large bookcases occupied more than half of the space, and they were filled with books.
All kinds of music scores, as well as music-related books, were densely packed at a glance. "There is something hidden in it. It's enough to find it." Fenghuang put his right hand on the bookshelf: "Do you want to look for it?"
My brows furrowed: "You don't have to work?"
"Times Entertainment can operate without me." Fenghuang said: "Don't underestimate your colleagues."
As soon as I gritted my teeth, I started organizing the bookcase: "Look for it."
I moved down all the music scores and checked them locally, hoping to see other things. It is not unreasonable for Cong Yang to become a top music producer. All the music scores have his handwriting, and he can move at any time and completely based on inspiration.
, His handwriting was sloppy and many words could not be recognized. Fenghuang said: "This is his style. Most of the words are written casually. Unless it is a printed version, only he can understand it."
Get up, there is indeed a reason for your sense of music."
Inheritance, through genetic transmission, the characteristics of the future obtained by future generations are not only appearance, and morality and personality will also reflect it. It is a very wonderful existence.
I can think of the picture when I hear music, and I can feel my emotions when I see the music. I always think that it is the reason why my mother loves to sing. It turned out to be the father of the father.
"Oh, there is a novel." Feng Huang took a book from the bookshelf: "Floating". "
The American Northern and South War was the background. It was so strong, and the wayward Sjiali entangled between the love and hatred between several men. When it came out of the ancient love story, Fenghuang glanced at the bookshelf: "The only novel."
"This is my mother's favorite novel." I took it over, opened the page, and dropped a photo from it. The photo was for some years.
The two leaned on their heads, and a shy look, Fenghuang's headed: "It is Cong Yang, this one I have seen, on your wall."
"It's my mother." I said in a good way.
"Mom, hello." Fenghuang called the photo seriously.
This guy's child's spleen has come up, regardless of time, where the previous calmness is, the hidden nature is the most terrible, complete complex!
I slap on the chest of Fenghuang: "Positive Point."
Feng Huang said: "From time to time, the time when Cong Yang and his mother knew it happened to be before my dad dug him."
"That's right, Cong Yang found Cong Yang on the street, thinking that he had the potential to try it boldly. Grandpa said that Cong Yang was just a tramp when he knew his mother, and then became a big star," I said, "
Judging from my age, my mother and Cong Yang met in the front and had always been in dating, and then became a big star. After he became a star, the two had broken up, my mother married my father ... "
I hesitated, yes, it was my father, raising me to a fourteen -year -old father.
"If this is the case, when my dad meets Cong Yang, they have broken up." Fenghuang said: "You are born, Cong Yang does not know your existence, but only knows that she marries a woman?"
"The details need to be confirmed." I said, "I will talk to the foreign public again."
"There are so many tramps in the magic, you can let his father look at it at a glance." Fenghuang said: "It is a outstanding person. After the retreat, many newcomers in the company do not know his previous identity."
"He doesn't seem to know my existence." At the moment he jumped off the cliff, didn't he know the truth?
Feng Huang put his hand on my shoulder: "How can such a daughter be willing, beautiful, generous, talented, and as strong as Xiaoqiang who can't die ..."
"Who is like Xiaoqiang?" I glanced over, Feng Huang immediately lost his energy: "Did anyone mention Xiaoqiang just now?"
Fenghuang quickly transferred the topic: "What else?"
I flipped the photo over and saw four words on the back -happiness gradually came, and a small butterfly was painted next to the word. A sour in my heart was posted on my chest.
Fenghuang hug me from behind, and the taste of Gu Longshui is so relieved: "Feng Huang, will we be happy?"
"Of course." Fenghuang said: "The two ethnic groups have reached a consensus and will not chase you anymore. Although the crisis has not been lifted, there is no more change at the moment.
Management, waiting ... "
The red moon appeared, and blood was everywhere. My heart trembled, and I put the photo away: "Look for it again."