Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 584 Five Elements

"It's Dad."

Huanhuan pointed to Feinan.

"I?"

Feinan frowned and asked, "Have you been with me all this time?"

"Ah."

"How about today?"

"Today too."

"Where was I just now?"

"out."

"When did I go out?"

"Just now."

"How long have you been out?"

"A little while."

……

Feinan questioned him for a long time, but he didn't get much useful information. He only knew that the mysterious man had just left not long ago, and it seemed that he left first because he knew he was coming.

After thinking about it, he asked again, "Did I say anything when I went out?"

"You said that when you come back, I will give you the letter."

Ok?
Feinan's heart trembled, and he hurriedly asked, "What letter?"

"This letter."

Huanhuan slid off his knees, ran to the bed, reached out and took out a folded white paper from under the pillow, ran back and handed it to Feinan.

Looking at the white paper, Feinan looked solemn, hesitated for a moment, and then raised his hand to take it.

Unfold the white paper, with a short five-line character written on it.

"Raise your strength as soon as possible."

"Xiaobai is very important."

"Huanhuan must die."

"Use questions and answers with caution."

"Don't backtrack."

Looking at the short five lines of characters, Feinan's face changed abruptly.

Looking at Huanhuan, he frowned, and a storm arose in his heart.

Huanhuan took a half step back in fear, and she felt that Feinan's eyes were a little scary.

Standing up suddenly, Feinan went to the table by the window, grabbed a pen that was casually thrown on the table, picked up the phone book, flipped to the end, and wanted to tear off a piece of paper.

As soon as the movement stopped, he looked at the phone book. In the crack of the last page, a section of the paper was bound in the book, as if someone had torn a sheet from it.

After taking the letter paper, he put the letter paper in the crevice, and the traces of the section fit perfectly. This letter paper was obviously torn from this phone book.

Oh!

Feinan tore off another sheet, picked up a pen and paper, and copied the passage on the blank page.

Putting down the pens, holding one in each hand, and lifting it up in the air, Feinan looked at the handwriting on the two pieces of paper with different styles, and fell into deep thought for a moment.

These few lines did not reveal the mysterious person's information, but he drew a bold guess from between the lines.

It's just that along with the speculation, more mysteries came to mind.

Putting down the paper, Feinan looked out the window, the Huangpu River was rushing day and night, and flowed into the sea.

why?
He looked at Huanhuan at the side with a complicated expression.

Why did Huanhuan have to die?
What does backtracking mean?
If his guess is true, why didn't the guy make it clearer?What are you afraid of?
Seeing him looking at her again, Huanhuan hesitated for a while, leaned over, hugged his arm, rubbed his cheek, and hummed coquettishly: "Can Dad buy me sesame candies?"

Rubbing her head, Feinan let out a long sigh, nodded after a while, squeezed out a smile, and said softly, "Okay, I'll take you to buy it now."

He glanced at the two pieces of paper on the table again. He didn't move, but the two pieces of paper floated up by themselves, and then they were torn into pieces in the air and gathered into a ball.

Taking out a box of matches, Feinan struck one and put the flame under the surging paper foam.

With a sound of "teng", the paper foam turned into a ball of fire, burned to ashes, floated to the ashtray on the side, and fell into it.

"Dad is great!"

They clapped their hands happily.

Feinan smiled wryly, pinched her little face, and said nothing.

Leaning over to pick her up, Feinan walked towards the door.

The key was inserted into the lockhole on the inside, and Feinan took it out smoothly and put it in his trouser pocket.

After going outside, Huanhuan seemed very happy, giggling and clapping his hands and cheering: "Good job! You can finally go out to play!"

Seeing her innocent look, Feinan couldn't help shaking his head.

Until everything is proven, any educated guess is just guesswork.

No one can easily sway his judgment and decision with just a note and a few words.

He only believed in himself, in the present.

When I went down to the lobby, the manager was at the front desk. When he saw him coming down, he greeted him.

"Mr. Fei, there is an invitation card for you delivered to the front desk. I was just about to send someone to deliver it to you, but you came down unexpectedly."

invitation?

Feinan ordered calmly, "Bring it to me to have a look."

The manager asked the front desk to bring a half-foot-square wooden invitation and handed it to Feinan.

After taking it and looking it over, the invitation is simple and generous in shape, not thick to the touch, but it is quite heavy to touch.

It is covered with a layer of purple silk cloth, which looks very classy.

After opening it, there were two pieces of the same size inside. At first glance, they were hand-planed thin wooden boards with resignation written on them.

After reading it roughly, Fei Nan understood that this invitation was sent by someone sent by Feng Jingyao.

To actually deliver the invitation to the door so quickly, this guy either sent someone to follow him, or he really has all hands and eyes.

However, Feinan didn't care. He handed the invitation to the manager and asked him to keep it at the front desk, and then left the hotel with Huanhuan.

Holding her hand, Feinan walked west along the hotel, strolling leisurely in the shops along the street.

His attention has never left the map, and his mental power is ready to go, ready to strike at any time.

He was talking to Huanhuan in his mouth, but his eyes kept glancing over everyone's face on the street.

It wasn't until the sun turned to the west that Feinan had no choice but to confirm that the mysterious man had really left.

Back in the hotel room, Feinan called the maid to come up, helped Huanhuan take a shower, changed her clothes, and prepared for the banquet.

Feng Jingyao's car had already arrived at the entrance of the hotel and was waiting downstairs.

Taking Huanhuan into the car, the car drove unimpeded all the way to Feng Jingyao's home, which was an independent manor located in the French Concession.

The car drove directly into the manor and stopped at the gate.

Feng Jingyao and a middle-aged woman stood at the door, waiting in person.

Feng Chengcheng also stood behind them, looking expectantly at the approaching car, unconsciously pinching the corners of his clothes with both hands.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door for Feinan.

Leaning over, Feinan hugged Huanhuan and stepped out of the car.

"Haha! Mr. Fei, thank you for the honor!"

Feng Jingyao laughed and came up to him.

Seeing Fei Nan holding a child in his arms, he couldn't help but froze for a moment. He looked back at Feng Chengcheng, who was also froze, and asked, "Is this Lingmei?"

"Entrusted by a friend, I treat her as my own." Feinan explained with a smile.

"Oh I got it."

Feng Jingyao nodded with a smile.

Feng Chengcheng stood behind him, his tightly clenched clothes loosened a lot.

Feng Jingyao introduced to the middle-aged woman beside him: "This is Mr. Fei, thanks to his help at the train station today, otherwise Cheng Cheng would be in danger."

The woman was Feng Chengcheng's mother. Hearing this, she hurriedly thanked Fei Nan: "Thank you, Mr. Fei, for saving your life! I don't know how to thank you."

"It's just a hands-on effort."

Feinan returned the salute modestly.

"Today, our family is holding a family banquet to thank Mr. Fei for saving his life. Please come in!"

Feng Jingyao greeted him warmly.

(End of this chapter)