The Lingering Sounds of Blooming Flowers

gentle, “When did you start smoking?” 

“Not long ago,” Lu Chenfeng sighed lightly and suppressed the emotions in his eyes, “End of last year.” 

He noticed the notebook in Lin Chaosheng’s hands and saw a few words printed on the dark green cover under the dim light: Visitor’s Book. 

It was a generation where people only typed with keyboards and commented online, this notebook was like an antique.
Lu Chenfeng sounded curious, “Do people really sit down and spend time writing something down?” 

Lin Chaosheng’s lips curved up, “Yes, a lot do.
The content is quite interesting too.” 

Lu Chenfeng raised an eyebrow, “Such as?” 

Lin Chaosheng picked a random comment and read it out without changing his expressions, “‘The owner is so handsome, does our guest house need a lady boss?’”

Lu Chenfeng, “……” 

There was a light smile in his tone and warm spring breeze seemed to brush his eyes.
The mountains and ocean revealed itself with the rising sun outside the glass wall, golden sunlight outlined Lin Chaosheng’s delicate body. 

Lin Chaosheng held a pen and wrote down a reply underneath a guest’s comment.
He flipped a page and glanced at it profoundly.
He held the notebook with both hands and said, “Someone else said……” 

Lu Chenfeng looked at him. 

“Most of the people who wanted to travel could be separated into two categories.
The first type are people who are curious about the world, and the other type are those who are completely disappointed in life.” 

Lin Chaosheng didn’t notice the fluctuation of emotions in Lu Chenfeng’s eyes and read the rest out softly after a short pause, “Travel has different meanings to everyone, some people were ‘gaining’ and some people were ‘losing’.” 

Both of them sank into a moment of silence besides the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the counter.
Lu Chenfeng frowned more and more and pursed his lips together while tapping on his knee with his right index finger.
He heard Lin Chaosheng ask, “Mr.
Lu, what do you think?”