Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 377 I Didn't Kill Her

Dasheng sat in Feinan's car, looking anxiously and expectantly at the speeding scenery outside the window, and sighed, "I haven't seen the outside for more than a year."

Feinan slowly parked the car on the side of the road, looked around, and asked, "Do you want to buy something?"

"Go find a friend."

Feinan got out of the car, came to the co-pilot, rubbed Xiaobai's head, and told him, "Stay in the car with this uncle, don't run around."

"Ok!"

Xiaobai nodded obediently.

Feinan entered the nearby gold shop, and two stylishly dressed girls passed by the car, staring at their swaying figures with great enthusiasm, almost drooling.

It's better outside!

As soon as he entered the gold shop, a clerk greeted him.

"I'm looking for Boss Su." Feinan looked in the direction of the office area.

"Okay, the boss is behind, I'll take you there."

The clerk straightforwardly led Feinan back, and said, "The boss has explained that if anyone is looking for him, you can take him to see him directly."

Oh?Looks like you know I'm coming?
Feinan raised his eyebrows without showing any signs of expression.

Following the clerk to an office at the back, and pushing the door open, Feinan saw a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa, as if waiting for him to arrive.

"Boss, this gentleman is looking for you."

The man nodded and looked at Feinan with gentle eyes.

"sit down."

He raised his finger and pointed to the opposite position, but didn't get up.

Feinan didn't care, stepped forward and sat down calmly, and looked around.

The office is not big, but it is beautifully furnished.

There were a few writings hanging on the wall, but Feinan didn't quite recognize them, so he could only roughly guess that they looked like seal characters, and one pair even looked like oracle bone inscriptions.

The style of furniture in the office is inconsistent, from the imported sofa, to the antique purple clay pot, to the computer on the desk, there is a sense of clutter.

But the man sitting on the sofa miraculously made the layout of the whole room more harmonious and pleasing to the eye, even a little unrestrained.

Quietly looking at Su Youfu opposite, Fei Nan observed him.

He was no different from the nightmare in Huanhuan's dream, but his temperament was more than a little bit stronger than that nightmare.

He looked to be in his thirties or in his forties, but his gestures were tepid and slow, like an old man who was used to the vicissitudes of life.

However, his bright eyes are as clear and pure as a child's, as if no matter what he says, it is sincere and sincere, and will not make people doubt.

Allowing Feinan to observe, Su Youfu picked up a pot of tea that had just been boiled with a candle on the tea tray on the table, poured a small bowl of tea, and raised his hand to signal with a smile.

Feinan picked up a teacup not much larger than the cap of a mineral water bottle, took a sip, and asked, "Liu'an Guapian?"

"Tea from my hometown."

Su Youfu looked at him calmly, and asked with a smile, "How does it taste?"

"The tea is good, the water is good, and the kung fu is good." Feinan praised without hesitation, the tea tastes really good.

"Not as good as before!"

Su Youfu shook his head with a smile, and sighed: "About 350 years ago, it should have been in the late Ming Dynasty. At that time, the melon slices from Qitou Mountain tasted the best, but since it was listed as a tribute, the taste has become weaker and weaker."

"I don't understand tea."

Feinan shook his head.

Su Youfu smiled: "I didn't understand it before, but after drinking a lot, I understand."

Feinan was too lazy to play charades with him, so he simply asked, "Are you Su Youfu?"

"Yes."

Su Youfu nodded frankly.

"Do you know why I'm here?"

"know a little."

Su Youfu looked at him with great interest: "I thought that people who knew how to enter a dream were already dead."

Feinan's eyes narrowed, and he asked in a deep voice, "Did you put the nightmare in Huanhuan's dream?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Su Youfu's eyes: "It seems that you don't really understand."

Feinan didn't answer.

Su Youfu smiled and explained patiently: "Nightmare is the projection of everyone's fear. It is a phenomenon, not an item. It does not exist to be put into other people's dreams."

"Are you Huanhuan's father?"

Feinan stared at him and asked.

"of course."

Su Youfu admitted frankly.

"Why is that Huanhuan's nightmare in your image? Why did she avoid her father like a snake? What kind of memory did she forget?"

Feinan's questions came out one after another like a cannonball.

Su Youfu didn't feel annoyed at all, and asked, "I haven't asked for advice, what's your name?"

"Tony Leung."

"Oh, Mr. Liang, nice to meet you."

Su Youfu nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, Mr. Liang, I can see that you like Huanhuan very much. If possible, I would like to ask, would you like to adopt Huanhuan?"

Hearing this, Feinan frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Did I not speak clearly enough?"

Su Youfu spread his hands and repeated again: "Mr. Liang, are you willing to adopt Huanhuan?"

After staring at him for a while, Feinan asked, "If I heard correctly, you just said that you are indeed Huanhuan's father, right?"

"Yes."

"You are terminally ill and your time is running out?"

"No, on the contrary, I am in very good health and have a long time to live."

"Are you penniless and destitute?"

"Although I can't be called rich, I'm not short of food and clothing, and I have some spare money."

"Then why don't you even want to raise your own daughter, instead you want to give her to outsiders?" Feinan stared at him with a sullen tone.

"That's a long story..."

Su Youfu sighed softly, smiled and said, "Mr. Liang, you haven't answered my question yet?"

"I don't need your answer."

Feinan looked at him indifferently: "There are thousands of reasons, but the result is always the same, right?"

Su Youfu was silent for a moment before seriously saying, "I'm doing it for her own good."

"Throwing a child into a mental hospital and ignoring it is for her benefit? Knowing that her daughter is suffering from nightmares, but ignoring it, is it for her benefit? Without investigating the background, entrusting her daughter to a Strangers who have only met once, is this for her own good?"

Feinan frowned and looked at him with a stiff tone.

Su Youfu lowered his eyes and didn't answer.

Seeing this, Feinan was a little annoyed, and asked with a cold snort, "Let me ask you, how did Huanhuan's mother die?"

Su Youfu was in a daze for a moment, his eyes turned vicissitudes for a moment, as if caught in boundless memories.

After a while, he sighed and said, "There are some regrets that cannot be made up for. Mr. Liang, I don't want to hide it deliberately. I just don't want certain things to continue to be a burden on Huanhuan."

"You killed her!"

Feinan stared at him closely.

"I do not have……"

Su Youfu's tone was still calm, but Feinan suddenly felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and the pores of his whole body were erected faintly, as if he was facing a terrifying beast.

"I didn't kill her."

Su Youfu whispered sadly: "I just ate her..."

(End of this chapter)