quadruple sleep

Chapter 401 Who is it?

Hang Si didn't expect that he would still remember the casual words he said in the car.

But in fact, he misunderstood, or he was too sensitive.

"I'm not targeting anyone, but the matter." she said softly.

Lu Nanshen chuckled, his lips gently touching her cheek and slowly sliding down to her ear, "So, you are still interested in me, right?"

Hang Si felt his blood boiling.

Alcohol is really a catalyst.

She hummed.

Lu Nanshen lowered his head and asked, "What?"

Hang Si knew that he did it on purpose, so he reached out and pushed him, but failed to push him away. Lu Nanshen grabbed his wrist and held it behind his back.

This posture always seems a bit forced.

He didn't use too much strength, but he couldn't break free. Such a small gesture could be considered a romantic gesture between lovers, but after what happened with Qiao Yuan, Hang Si would instinctively get nervous when faced with such uncontrollable behavior.

Then she tried hard to tell herself that he was Lu Nanshen and everything was okay.

The room was dimly lit, the only light coming in coming from the window. The moon was bright tonight, and the light from the street lamps also dragged it into the room.

Lu Nanshen smiled, his eyes were deep, but he was still waiting for her answer, full of interest. Hang Si's tongue was dry and his lips were parched when he looked at her. His eyes were always so charming when he smiled.

She is the typical one, with peach blossom eyes, and she looks at a dog with deep affection.

Hang Si leaned close to him and whispered in his ear, "Yes, I'm interested in you."

When Lu Nanshen heard the satisfactory answer, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he immediately picked her up and carried her sideways.

As the waves rose on the bed, Hang Si was thinking, how could she doubt him?
Her body accepted him naturally, and her emotions naturally relied on him. The doubts and concerns in her heart disappeared completely as their skins touched and they were so close.
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Hang Si saw Lu Nanshen.

On such a big stage.

There was no one in the audience, and no one else on the stage, except Lu Nanshen, who was sitting on a high chair, playing the violin.

All the lights on the stage were focused on him. The piano music was melodious, yet also full of loneliness. Even his profile seemed to be infected by the loneliness in the melody.

Hang Si was listening quietly in the audience. It was not any part of the Soul Ode. It should be a piece he improvised, and the melody was very advanced.

She was thinking, Lu Nanshen is worthy of his name, whatever he pulls out can be worthy of being worthy of being in a formal occasion.

Suddenly, the music stopped.

Hang Si wanted to go up to him and ask what song he was playing, but after taking a few steps forward, he felt something was wrong. Lu Nanshen sat motionless in the chair, without even putting down his violin.

She felt strange and called out his name.

Lu Nanshen turned a deaf ear.

Hang Si went up the stage from the side stairs. It was pitch black all around except for the dazzling light in the center of the stage. Lu Nanshen was enveloped by that light, making his entire body glow.

This scene was inexplicably strange.

Hang Si stood in the darkness, looking at Lu Nanshen in the center of the stage. From her perspective, Lu Nanshen was as white as a mannequin.

She called his name again, the sound coming out of her throat small and cautious.

Lu Nanshen still didn't respond.

Hang Si couldn't help but walk closer to him step by step. The closer he got, the stronger the strange feeling in his heart became.

It wasn't until she walked in front of him that she knew where the strange feeling came from.

Lu Nanshen on the stage was actually a fake person.

Hang Si was shocked. How could this be possible? She was clearly playing the violin just now, and she had never left. The people on the stage could not have left. A dummy playing the violin? This was even more unbelievable.

She also plays the violin. The piece she just played was full of emotion and strong artistry. Not to mention a fake person, even a violinist with many years of experience might not have such luck.

But at this distance, Hang Si could see clearly that there was a dummy in front of him. Although it looked very much like a real person, his eyes were dull and unfocused.

Suddenly, Hang Si discovered something again.

There seems to be something on this dummy.

She moved closer.

At this distance you can see clearly that it is a line.

If it weren't for the reflection, outsiders would not be able to detect the thin, almost transparent silk threads. There were not just one or two, but countless threads, not only pulling at the limbs of the mannequin, but also pulling at the contours of his facial features.

In other words, the facial expression on his face that she just saw from the audience was controlled by these silk threads?
Hang Si took a deep breath, took two steps back, and felt his scalp tightening.

There were countless silk threads that converged into one line. Hang Si looked up along the line, trying to find the person who controlled the line, but to his despair, the other end of the line seemed to have disappeared and he could not find the source at all.

"Who is it?" Hang Si was in a state of panic for a moment, "Who is there?"

The only answer she got was silence.

Suddenly, there was a sound behind me.

Looking back, it was the dummy, who had fallen off the high chair. Hang Si was startled, and just as he was about to go forward, he found that the silk thread on his body was gradually melting and disappearing. As the silk thread disappeared, the dummy's facial features began to gradually deform...

Hang Si felt terrified and wanted to scream but couldn't.

When I was able to shout out, I opened my eyes and realized it was a dream.

When Hang Si opened his eyes, his forehead was covered with sweat and his heart was beating wildly. The sound he tried his best to shout out in his dream turned out to be just a gasp in reality.

It's already noon.

I slept soundly. I don't know if it was because I had been wandering outside for several months, or just because of last night, but in any case, after curling up in bed and coming out of the horror of the nightmare, Hang Si felt lazy all over.

The other end of the bed was empty.

Hang Si stood up slightly and saw a men's watch on the bedside table on the other side. He knew that Lu Nanshen had not left home and had not left any message. He was most likely still in the villa.

She lay down again.

There was still a man's scent on the quilt, like a forest after rain, fresh and pleasant, which was Lu Nanshen's usual scent. But for some reason, after this apparently indifferent scent broke into his breath, it always carried an indescribable offensive power.

Hang Si put the thought aside.

But she couldn't help but fall into the scene in the dream. Was it a nightmare? She couldn't judge the nature of it, but the despair and helplessness in the dream could continue and always troubled her.

Nian Baixiao called and asked them how things went last night.

Hang Si's face was flushed by the question. She cleared her throat and asked him, "Do you think it's appropriate to ask this? What answer do you hope to get?"

Nian Baixiao really didn't think about anything else, "I'm just worried that you two would quarrel."

Hang Si laughed after hearing this, "How is that possible?"

"Because Nan Shen's attitude this time is very tough and too obvious. He doesn't want you to live the same life as before." Nian Baixiao lowered his voice on the other end, "I forgot to ask, is he with you?"

"No."

Nian Baixiao hummed, and then continued, "Of course, I also hope that you can return to normal life and live peacefully in the band, but I'm afraid that you will feel uncomfortable and then you two will quarrel."

He hesitated for the next sentence, "Nan Shen he..."

"What's up with him?"

"Maybe I'm overthinking it. I think Nan Shen has changed a lot, including his increasingly strong personality."