Ángeles y demonios, una película hermana de El código Da Vinci

Capítulo 7

"That idiot is downstairs again!" Lian Su glanced at Lan Pu, who remained calm as ever, and lightly...

He chuckled softly, "I'll go take a look." He left Lan Pu alone, gazing at the faintly fragrant white flowers outside the window.

Begonia then summoned Xiangchen to grind ink and copy Zhuangzi's "Free and Easy Wandering." That was Lanpu's favorite time to practice calligraphy.

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But why, oh, that tormenting fate, did it have to force him to finally wait for her?! That day,

Lian Su went to pay respects at the graves with her family. Lan Pu was slightly unwell and stayed home to rest. With nothing else to do...

After perusing the *Classic of Tea*, Lan Pu couldn't help but play the flute for his own amusement. The flute's melody drifted gently...

The fragrance of the white crabapple blossoms lingers in the courtyard, spreading out from the window like a light drizzle or a thin mist, faintly and almost imperceptibly.

It entered my nose, and just as I was about to discern it, it vanished. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the courtyard, creating a soft, ethereal sound, and white flowers...

Petals fell silently across the courtyard with its inlaid blue bricks, carpeting the ground with shattered snow.

Suddenly, the faint sound of a flute drifted in from outside the curtain, quiet and distant. Listening closely, however, it was...

A song, "Orchid in the Valley," played. Lan Pu's heart stirred. She went alone to the small building and opened the south window. Sure enough, it was him.

The refined young man who caught the kite. The moment Lan Pu appeared, he stopped playing his flute, lost in thought.

He stared upstairs. Caught off guard, Lan Pu met those eyes directly. Lan Pu had never met anyone like that before.

In that instant, Lan Pu understood the meaning in his eyes. His gaze was unmistakable.

Her deep affection would not lead to any misunderstanding. Lanpu's heart, as serene as an ancient well, was touched at that moment.

Bang! Joyful! The journey is slow and peaceful. How can one stop this?

However, from that moment on, that shadow in her heart could never be erased. In the dead of night, Lanpu quietly awoke...

Those eyes flashed before my eyes. Overlapping with mine a thousand times, his image never faded.

Instead, it grew deeper and deeper. Lan Pu felt a sudden, inexplicable panic, and so she copied the calligraphy model over and over again. Still...

Knowing that he always lingered downstairs, she refused to go up to the west tower alone again.

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Reply [13]: The little hamster at my feet suddenly chirped, looking quite flustered. Outside the window, the wild...

The rain poured down, and thunder roared. Lan Pu vaguely heard a knocking sound on the wooden door. Just as she was about to get up and open the door, Bai...

The fox suddenly leaped up and grabbed the hem of her clothes, whimpering incessantly, as if pleading. Lanpu gently comforted it.

She still got up and opened the door.

The door was blown open by the strong wind, and a Taoist priest, soaking wet, appeared in the doorway. Lan Pu

Startled, he involuntarily took a small step back. He then saw that the Taoist's hair was disheveled, and his clothes were torn at the shoulders.

Blood dripped down. A peach wood sword was stuck diagonally in his back, and his pale face made him appear as if he were about to collapse.

Lan Pu quickly stepped forward to support him and helped the Taoist into the side room. Just as they entered, the Taoist shouted...

"Hmph! You beast! Where do you think you're going!" He reached for the peach wood sword on his back, but his figure blurred as he tried to draw it.

He fell straight down.

Lan Pu rushed forward in a panic and helped the Taoist to the bed in the side room. Blood was still flowing from the Taoist's shoulder.

It kept flowing, and it was black blood. Lan Pu recalled the Taoist's loud shout, turned her head to look, and found the room empty.

What is it?! Only the little white fox is still curled up in front of the bed, whimpering softly.

The Taoist's face went from pale to gradually turning black. Lan Pu, disregarding the impropriety of men and women, hurriedly...

He frantically splashed water to wash the wound, but the blood kept flowing.

"Little white fox, little white fox, who can help me?!" Lan Pu, who was usually as calm as still water, suddenly...

They were completely thrown into disarray, watching as the Taoist's breath grew weaker and weaker, at a loss for what to do.

It's good. Outside the window, the rain had stopped sometime ago, and the thunder had gradually faded away. The white fox suddenly...

It chirped once, then turned and ran out of the room.

When the Taoist priest awoke, it was already the morning of the third day. The herbs the white fox had brought back were now taking effect.

"Use it." The Taoist priest glanced at the herbs on his shoulder, then at the white fox still timidly leaning against Lan Pu's feet, and sighed.

With a cry of "What a terrible thing!", he drifted away.

Lanpu named the white fox Ruo'er. In her days of quiet contemplation and scholarly pursuits, Ruo'er brought Lanpu many blessings.

So much fun. On cool, still watery nights, Lanpu would often lean against the window and play his flute. And so it always did.

He grew thinner and thinner day by day. While casually copying scriptures, he inadvertently discovered that the entire page was filled with only two characters.

Name: Xia Feng. Under the moonlight, amidst the sound of the flute, Lan Pu occasionally recalled that night. She closed the window.

But she knew he had stood there under her window all night, lost in thought. The next day, she cut off her long, black hair.

We arrived at Chenni Nunnery, far from Huaicheng.

Perhaps her departure will put Lian Su at ease. Lan Pu thought wistfully. The night was cool and still again.

Lanpu leaned against the window. The moonlight was the same, the breeze the same. But it would never be the same again.

Seeing his silhouette again, Lan Pu couldn't help but turn her gaze to the window. The moonlight, like water, bathed the room.

In the courtyard, only yellow flowers drifted gently down from the trees. "I am thinner than the yellow flowers," Lan Pu lamented.

He laughed.

The door suddenly creaked open. "Ruo'er!" Lan Pu called out gently. Ruo'er didn't respond...

He rushed over and nestled at her feet as usual. Lanpu turned around and froze, stunned.

"Lan! Wake up!" Wan'er shook Lan Pu's shoulders vigorously. "What's wrong with you? Are you stunned?"

"Stunned?!" Lan Pufang snapped out of his daze and looked downstairs. Five hundred years later, Xia Feng was still standing there, stunned.

Looking out from downstairs, Lan Pu's face was already streaked with tears. She leaned weakly against the windowsill, seemingly...

She had no strength left. Wan'er stared at Lan Pu in astonishment. Even when Lan Ruo died, Lan Pu...

It was as calm as an ancient well; Wan'er had never seen Lan Pu like this before.

The silhouette of the man downstairs had disappeared into the moonlight. A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

A soft knock sounded at the door. Wan'er stared at Lan Pu, who was standing there blankly, then turned to open the door. As the door opened...

The man stood in the doorway, his eyes still filled with that melancholy. He didn't speak, he just stood there.

At the doorway, Wan'er and he stood facing each other, stunned, when they heard Lan Pu's voice coming from behind: "Xia..."

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Reply [14]: The man turned his gaze to Lan Pu. His eyes suddenly softened with tenderness. "Let me give you again..."

"Will you draw my eyebrows...? ...Is that alright?" Lanpu finally stepped forward and threw herself into his arms.

Lan Pu turned around and was directly facing the silhouette in the doorway. She stared blankly at it.

Lan Pu stood there, tears streaming down her face, silently watching the man's figure. Xia Feng

Gently stepping forward, she wiped away the tears on Lanpu's cheeks and said softly, "Don't cry, okay? Look, the painting..."

Her eyebrows were smudged.

Lan Pu could no longer hold back and threw herself into Xia Feng's arms. "Xia Lang..."

Xia Feng gently lifted Lan Pu's chin. "Come, let me draw your eyebrows." His gentle eyes...

Light rippled across Lanpu's face like water. Lanpu shyly and obediently closed her eyes.

A white fox suddenly appeared from nowhere, chirping and circling around them. "Ruo'er!"

Lan Pu blushed instantly. Xia Feng gently picked up Lan Pu and walked step by step to the bedside.

The moonlight was so clear it was almost ethereal, like water. Lan Pu nestled against Xia Feng, quietly watching the scene in the courtyard.

Leaves fall, their light twirling and dancing in the air before finally embracing their shadows gently.

Together. The sound of the flute drifted from Xia Feng's hand, a gentle breeze swirling around the courtyard.

Since the appointment was made through Xiangchen, and after Lanpu met Liansu in the study while painting eyebrows, Lanpu faced Liansu...

Those hateful eyes couldn't help but shudder. As Xia Feng left, he said: "Wait for me to come and marry you."

Lan Pu waited anxiously for days, only to receive news of Xia Feng and Lian Sudi's engagement. A mouthful of blood...

I almost spat it out. I thought he would come and explain himself, but who knew that from that day on, he would...

The figure that had been lingering downstairs never appeared again. After waiting for several days, Lan Pu was utterly despondent.

After much deliberation, she realized that she was an orphan who had lived with her aunt. She and Lian Su had also been close since childhood.

They loved each other dearly. She knew Lian Su was infatuated with Xia Feng. With a determined bite, she thought, "Fine, fine, fine. Even a moment of happiness..."

His wish was fulfilled; why should Lian Su suffer a lifetime of torment? He then abandoned this thought and lived alone in his small house.

She never went downstairs. Every night she played the flute to express her feelings, and the sound of the flute carried countless sorrows and lamentations.

A sense of melancholy washed over her. Who would have thought that on her wedding night, he would appear downstairs again?!

"I thought that having a matchmaker officiate the marriage meant for Miss Zhang, and I was certain it would be you. But who knew..."

On the night of their wedding, when the veil was lifted, it was revealed to be Lian Su. Xia Feng was stunned. He stared blankly at her.

Under the candlelight, Lian Su, blushing with shyness, turned and left the bridal chamber.

Lian Su! Lan Pu's heart trembled again. Xia Feng seemed to sense her thoughts and gently...

He gently took her hand and said, "Don't worry, I have a plan."

"The city is shrouded in mist and the moonlight is faint; people lean against their orchid boats and sing. ... I often remember our meeting on Ruoye Lake, separated by the three Xiang rivers."