Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 606 He walked into the light

"That's right, the Tathagata Palm."

With a serious expression, Ziqiao explained to everyone, "It means the winner slaps the other person ten times, ten loud slaps!"

Everyone was startled by Ziqiao's words.

They thought that Ziqiao and Meijia's argument was just like usual, a little bickering that would pass quickly, but they never expected that these two would take it so seriously this time.

Zeng Xiaoxian suddenly realized: "The Tathagata Palm, is that the bet you made with Nanfeng before?"

"Ziqiao, don't blame me for not reminding you, last time you made this bet you got tricked by Nanfeng into dating Youyou, do you still dare to bet this time?"

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Ziqiao said dismissively, "I bet I can't beat Nanfeng, that scheming guy, but surely I can beat Meijia, that lovesick girl who can't even recite the multiplication table?"

He shrugged smugly and said, "Winning against Chen Meijia is a piece of cake."

"Keep dreaming!"

Mika gritted her teeth and said, "Tomorrow you'll find out that betting with me was the biggest mistake you've ever made in your life!"

Zhanbo looked at Meijia with concern: "But Meijia, you're a girl."

"It's okay."

Meijia crossed her arms and said nonchalantly, "The rules of the underworld are to treat everyone equally."

"Don't worry, I won't be at a disadvantage. I have a scimitar hand!"

"And even if he wanted to slap me, he'd have to be able to win first."

Yu Mo listened with trepidation, and she asked weakly, "Then how hard should this Tathagata Palm strike be?"

Ziqiao explained, "The Tathagata Palm technique is designed to be incredibly powerful; no rings are allowed, and the loser cannot retaliate!"

"hiss……"

Yu Mo gasped, instinctively covering her cheeks. "Seriously, you two really have the heart to do this?"

"Oh."

Ziqiao and Meijia exchanged a glance, then both turned their heads away with disdain.

Meijia rubbed her nose and said righteously, "The rules of the underworld are that what you say goes."

"Don't say we're just roommates. Even if we're boyfriends or girlfriends, or even husbands and wives, we absolutely cannot show favoritism."

"That's the rule!"

Yifei and Curry Sauce were stunned upon hearing this, and they both said in unison, "The world of martial arts is truly treacherous."

Ziqiao said, "No matter what, everyone here today is our witness to this slap."

"A notary public for slapping?"

Everyone was completely confused again.

They had only ever heard of marriage requiring notarization and property requiring notarization; this was the first time they had ever heard of a slap requiring notarization.

However, this time Ziqiao did not explain their doubts. He turned to Meijia and threatened, "Meijia, if you don't sell out by midnight, you'll be in big trouble."

"I advise you to back down now before the bet is finalized; it's not too late."

"Oh."

Meijia wouldn't back down an inch, directly confronting Ziqiao: "If I sell out before midnight, you're dead!"

"very good."

Ziqiao clapped his hands repeatedly and nodded to everyone, saying, "Esteemed witnesses, you need to provide very fair supervision and enforcement."

"Remember, the authority of a slap in the face is above all else; it is an honor that you will take to your grave."

Zeng Xiaoxian raised an eyebrow: "Is it that exaggerated?"

"certainly."

Ziqiao confidently declared, "From now on, there will be an extra line on your epitaphs."

"The deceased was once a great, competent, reliable, and upright... slap witness!"

Meijia retorted sarcastically, "And your epitaph will read: Lu Ziqiao, overestimating his abilities and unaware of his own mortality, ultimately died under the Buddha's Palm of Miss Chen Meijia."

"Very well, since you remain obstinate, the bet is officially established!"

The two high-fived and swore an oath, thus finalizing the most cruel, heinous, and inhumane ultimate bet in the martial arts world.

After Meijia stormed off, the kind-hearted Zhanbo still asked worriedly, "Ziqiao, if you win, you won't really hit Meijia, will you?"

"Of course... I will!"

Ziqiao snorted: "The rules of the martial world don't care about personal feelings. Don't even mention Meijia, even if it were my own aunt, I would still beat her without hesitation."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xian retorted, "You really are a filial nephew."

"I think it's great."

Yifei said excitedly, "If there are no bets, the competition is meaningless. If the competition is meaningless, then winning or losing is meaningless too."

"Ziqiao, I support you."

Ziqiao had just raised his head triumphantly when Yifei suddenly changed the subject, saying, "I'll ask Meijia later if she can share a Tathagata Palm with me too."

Everyone's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "Great idea!"

"Hello!"

Ziqiao immediately said with dissatisfaction, "Are you so sure that I will definitely lose?"

"Furthermore, you are now acting as notaries of the slaps, and you cannot favor either side, much less actively buy Meijia's roses. Do you understand?"

They exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

"Oh, right."

Yu Mo looked around: "Speaking of which, where are Nan Feng and Zhang Wei? I haven't seen them today."

"oh."

Xiao Xian said, "Zhang Wei seems to have taken Nanfeng's car keys to do something. Nanfeng... he gave me the keys early this morning, saying we could rehearse in his suite, and then he left in a hurry."

Yu Mo muttered to herself, "This is really mysterious and strange."

……

In the dream world, in a slightly dim, old-fashioned piano room decorated with faded wallpaper and mottled oil paintings, Nanfeng is sitting in front of a piano covered with a thin layer of dust, playing earnestly and attentively.

The black and white keys danced and leaped across the piano, the slender hands of Nanfeng, long since restored to their former glory. These skillful hands were like bees, like butterflies, like two stunning dancers passionately dancing together, their fervent emotions burning wildly in their chests until the passionate music burned away all the gloom.

With each dip and rebound of the piano keys, the passionate and joyful music resonates in the dim, oppressive room. The music is like a glimmer of light, like thunder, and even more like a gentle breeze softly singing, traveling from south to north, from day to night, the sound of the wind stretching for thousands of miles, sweeping away all the dust.

A man whose face was obscured stood silently beside Nanfeng, his arms crossed.

He was both a strict mentor and, at this moment, the only listener.

As the rest faded, everything fell silent, except for the black piano that continued to tremble slightly, savoring the last lingering notes.

Nanfeng let out a long breath and tilted his head with a smile at the audience beside him.

"How is it?"

The faceless man remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, his voice like two sharp stones scraping against each other: "You've become much more rusty, and what you played isn't even a piano piece."

Nanfeng smiled indifferently: "It's enough to treat it as a hobby. Besides, I never said this piece was a piano piece. It was just something my friends and I made up for fun."

"...You're wasting your talent."

"Is that so? Perhaps."

He said with a smile, "Anyway, people are just wasting food and air in this world, so wasting a little talent is nothing."

The faceless man did not reply, but simply nodded.

Nanfeng stretched lazily, gently closed the piano lid, and said in unison, "I should go... I won't be coming back."

He paused, then added, "I have to go home."

"Do you now like to call your apartment 'home'?"

"Home is where there are people."

Nanfeng smiled and replied, "Even though I've been living alone for a very long time, I still don't seem to be used to being alone. It's nice to be around more people."

Have you figured out what path you want to take from now on?

"Of course, look how many chapters it's already at."

"Let's go then."

The faceless man stepped forward and embraced Nanfeng with open arms: "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I couldn't give you a happy childhood."

The south wind fell into a still, silent state.

After an unknown amount of time, a soft whisper finally came from the dimly lit piano room.

"I was too young then, I couldn't do anything."

"This wasn't your problem to begin with, and besides... none of this matters anymore."

He patted Nanfeng hard on the back.

"South wind, keep moving forward."

Don't look back.

"I know, I've always been on the road."

Nanfeng exhaled and left the faceless man's embrace: "I'm leaving."

"Um."

Nanfeng walked towards the door without looking back, the dim light making his shadow appear short and small.

Little South Wind peeked out from the shadows and waved goodbye to the Faceless Man with all his might.

"goodbye."

"Silly child, don't see him again."

Nanfeng stopped and waited for Xiao Nanfeng to shrink back into the shadow before continuing to walk to the door of the piano room.

He closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sounds outside the door.

Ziqiao is patiently teaching Zhanbo how to confess his feelings, while Yumo and Curry Sauce are comforting the excited Yifei. Teacher Zeng, carrying the raffle box he made, is determined to win the position of chairman of the residents' committee.

Nanfeng opened her eyes. The room around her was no longer the piano room she remembered. Endless darkness swallowed everything, leaving only herself and the door in front of her.

This isn't the door to the piano room; it's the door to room 3603.

Nanfeng flung open the door, and warm golden light burst forth from behind it, bathing him in its warmth.

He smiled faintly and stepped into the light.

……

Nanfeng opened her eyes and walked out of the dream machine with a bewildered look on her face.

Xiao Hei walked over, a smile on his face, and said, "This should be the last formal treatment. How are you feeling now? Do you feel like you've been reborn?"

"I feel...okay."

Nanfeng frowned and said, "But I have a few more questions I want to ask you."

"What's the problem?"

"Who am I? Where am I? What are we doing?"

???

!!!

Upon hearing this, Xiao Hei was struck dumb. He staggered back, pointing at Nan Feng with trembling hands, unable to speak coherently.

"You, you, you..."

Unable to contain herself any longer, Nanfeng burst out laughing: "Just kidding."

"south wind……"

Xiao Hei gritted its teeth and stretched out its hands to pinch the south wind.

"Fuck your mother!"