Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 46 My Most Satisfactory Work

Wan Yu pulled Zhan Bo and rushed to the door of 3603. Before the two of them could even stand still, they heard Nan Feng's somewhat hoarse voice coming from inside the room.

"The door is unlocked, please come in."

Through the slightly ajar door, what came into view was a darkness even heavier and more oppressive than ink. A figure, somewhat taller than Nanfeng usually was, stood quietly in the dim shadows of the entryway.

The deep, manic, and somewhat eerie melody seemed to slowly emerge from the darkness, like wriggling tentacles wrapping around Zhanbo and Wanyu from the shadows and climbing upwards, finally drilling into their ears and transmitting the eeriness and horror directly to the depths of their hearts.

Wan Yu could vaguely recognize that it was a piano piece played on an old-fashioned record player, but even with her level of musical appreciation, she couldn't tell what the piece was about.

She could only conclude that this was definitely not one of the well-known piano pieces in the world, and that such a piece, which sounded like the ravings of a madman or the howling of hell, could never be widely circulated.

Zhanbo and Wanyu exchanged a glance, both feeling that their 3603 trip, which should have gone smoothly tonight, was destined to encounter some problems.

But in order to find the Transformers set, the two of them walked one after the other into the suite they had never seen before.

Yes, even though they had been living in Love Apartment for three months, 3603, where Nanfeng lived, was still a mysterious territory that they had never set foot in before.

As for why...

If one day you suddenly realize that your usually talkative neighbors have never actually visited your home, you should either reflect on your own popularity, or...

You should think about whether you or your neighbors who love to visit each other are more likely to do so.

Aside from nighttime sleep, the probability of finding Nanfeng in 3601 and 3602 during the day is much higher than finding him at his house. So why would Zhanbo and Wanyu need to visit 3603?

Pushing open the half-closed door, enduring the jarring and restless eerie music, the two walked through the pitch-black shadows.

The already tense couple unconsciously held hands as they moved forward.

"Nanfeng, what's going on with your suite?" Zhanbo asked tremblingly.

Even though Zhanbo tried his best not to think about the eerie tune that kept lingering in his ears, the melody that kept creeping into his mind still made him feel fear spreading in his heart.

"I also want to ask you what's going on." Nanfeng's voice was hoarse and deep, mixed with the eerie tunes that filled the suite, making it impossible to tell where he was or how far away he was. It also made him seem even more sinister and cold.

It's like a wild beast suppressing its bloodlust, but it seems like the next moment it will pounce on you and tear your throat apart.

Seeing that Nanfeng was only talking and hadn't moved for a long time, Zhanbo mustered up his courage and reached out to touch the figure beside the entrance.

"Ah!" Zhanbo withdrew his hand in horror and screamed as he backed away.

Although it was just a fleeting touch, the cold, hard sensation was something no living person could experience.

"Zhan, Zhanbo..." Wanyu said, her voice trembling, "Look at the balcony!"

Zhanbo looked toward the balcony following the sound and saw a dark, ghostly figure standing stiffly beside the French windows. It twisted its head stiffly, making a cracking sound as its joints snapped.

No, not only that.

Zhanbo was so scared he almost bit his tongue. He pointed to the ground not far away.

"There's one more!!!"

A crimson light clung to the ground, slowly moving towards the two. Wherever the crimson light touched, a series of low, rumbling sounds, like waves, echoed.

"Wanyu, don't be afraid, I, I'll protect you!" Zhanbo shouted as he held Wanyu tightly behind him, trembling.

"You monsters, I'll fight you to the death!"

Just as Zhanbo was about to rush forward and fight the three monsters to the death, pure white light dispelled the dark shadows and filled every corner of the living room.

"I also want to ask you what's going on, what exactly are you doing...?"

"Why didn't you turn on the lights when you came in?"

After Nanfeng turned on the light switch on one side of the balcony in the dark, he looked at the cowardly girl whose legs were trembling with fear as if she were an idiot.

Beside the entrance hall, Nanfeng's favorite Ultimate Emperor Armor suit stood quietly, sword in hand, like a silent statue.

"Oh, it's a suit..." Zhanbo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then suddenly felt something bumping against his feet.

He looked down and saw a small robot vacuum cleaner flashing a red light indicating low battery, struggling to move towards the charging port.

But clearly, this robot vacuum cleaner isn't very intelligent; it doesn't know to take a different route when there are people on the road, and instead it's struggling against Zhanbo's feet.

"Can't you guys make way for my little yellow duck?" Nanfeng's slightly helpless and resentful voice drifted over, and the two of them finally woke up from their daze and made way for her.

"Please sit down," Nanfeng continued in his hoarse voice.

He first went over and turned off the old-fashioned record player on the coffee table, which was clearly quite old, and took the records out and put them in boxes.

The last lingering eerie atmosphere in the living room abruptly ended with the record player being turned off, and Zhanbo and Wanyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Nanfeng, what's wrong with your voice?" Zhanbo asked curiously.

"I just dozed off on the swing chair on the balcony, and now I have a stiff neck and feel a bit chilly," Nanfeng said, twisting her neck. "But it's nothing serious, I think it'll be fine in two or three days."

Zhanbo had some doubts. It wasn't that he doubted Nanfeng's ability to sleep on a swing chair, but given Nanfeng's health-conscious nature, he would at least prepare a pillow and sheets for himself.

But if he didn't fall asleep on the swing chair, what else could have caused him to catch a cold from lying on the swing chair for so long?

Zhanbo couldn't think of a reasonable explanation for the time being.

It couldn't have been that he fainted while lying on the swing chair.

Wan Yu, who has always loved new things, scanned her surroundings and carefully examined the living room of 3603.

This is a typical living room decorated in a music style. Apart from the incongruous Ultimate Emperor Armor leather case next to the entrance, the entire living room is basically filled with all kinds of musical instruments or musical instrument decorations.

For example, there are flutes and ocarinas placed in the entryway, small chimes that act as a visual barrier between the kitchen and the dining table, a cello placed diagonally between the kitchen and the living room, and a guitar hanging on the wall leading to the bedroom.

Wind instruments, percussion instruments, bowed string instruments, and plucked string instruments.

The suite doesn't have many partitions; it's simply divided into four areas by the placement of these four types of musical instruments: the living room area, the kitchen area, the dining area, and the bedroom area.

"What an interesting design," Wan Yu thought to herself.

Nanfeng took the record box and walked to the record display wall in the living room, then put the record box back in its original place.

"So, what do you two think?" Nanfeng joked with a smile. "As the third and fourth people in the world to hear this piece, what are your feelings?"

"It's terrifying. I feel like I'm going to have nightmares tonight." Zhanbo still feels lingering fear about this piece of music.

"I haven't heard this piano piece before. Is it a niche piece from abroad?"

"No." Nanfeng shook her head. "This is a piece my father composed himself. It should be considered his second most satisfying work."

Wan Yu fell silent. Judging from her musical knowledge, anyone who could compose such a piece was practically on the verge of self-destruction.

Zhanbo, however, didn't understand these things. He asked curiously, "Then what was your first and most satisfying work?"

"To be precise, it should be my first truly satisfying work." Nanfeng chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"What work could satisfy him more than a son who inherited his great ideals?"

It's late, but it's here. I could have continued writing, but I feel it's best to stop here. It's definitely not that I wanted to be lazy, hahaha.

(End of this chapter)