《天堂旅館》長篇奇幻愛情小說

【八】驚人的內幕
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夜幕降臨，寂靜的旅館內透出幾分神秘氣息。敏華依照約定，輕輕推開504號房的門，房間內的昏黃燈光在窗簾的遮掩下顯得溫柔而朦朧。她邁步進去，站在門口輕聲問道：「林老師，你要帶我去見誰呢？」
林曉陽從一旁的桌子旁站起，略微偏頭，嘴角勾起一絲神秘的微笑。「敏華，我說過，你會很驚訝的。我要帶你去見你未曾謀面的爺爺，黃立華。」
敏華愣住了，眉頭微蹙，疑惑地盯著林曉陽。「黃立華？你確定他自稱是黃立華？」她的聲音裡透露出一絲難以置信。
林曉陽依舊淡定，嘴唇微微上揚，似乎對於敏華的疑問並不感到驚訝。「是的，我確定。」
敏華猛地倒退一步，瞪大了眼睛，心中一陣混亂。「黃立華的確是我爺爺。我只在我爸的相冊裡見過他年輕時的照片。聽我爸說，他曾去法國留學，幾年後就與家人失聯了。」
林曉陽輕輕歎息，眼神透出一絲回憶。「你爺爺一直住在這家旅館裡。當我來到這裡旅行時，若不是他及時出手搭救，恐怕我現在已經變成一隻吸血鬼了。」他的語氣平靜，但每個字都仿佛透露著未曾言明的危機。
敏華的眼中閃過一抹震驚，她直覺一陣毛骨悚然，聲音帶著不安：「吸血鬼？你別開這種玩笑嚇我。」
林曉陽臉色一沉，神情變得嚴肅。「我沒跟你開玩笑，敏華。我說的都是真的。去年我住進這家旅館時，這裡的掌櫃和服務生都是吸血鬼。起初，我並沒有察覺。但是你爺爺，不忍心看到我變成他們那樣，所以在關鍵時刻，他警告我趕緊離開。」
敏華一時愣住，整個人都陷入了迷茫。「聽你這麼說，我非得跟著你去見我爺爺不可。你真是把我的好奇心挑了起來。」
林曉陽輕笑一聲，目光堅定。「好的，我這就帶你去見他。你跟我來。」
他轉身，領著敏華走出房間，穿過昏暗的走廊，最終來到了一幅巨大的壁畫前。畫面中，幾位元音樂家正在露天演奏，悠揚的旋律仿佛從畫中流淌出來。
「這幅畫。「林曉陽指著那幅壁畫，語氣變得低沉，「黃立華就住在這幅壁畫裡。」
敏華愣住了，低聲一笑，「住在這幅壁畫裡？你別逗了，怎麼可能？」
林曉陽神色不變，語氣透出一絲神秘。「這幅壁畫，能通往另一個世界，畫的作者正是你爺爺黃立華。先別問那麼多，我帶你進去。」
敏華一愣，依然無法完全相信她聽到的話，但林曉陽卻已伸出手，指尖輕輕敲打在壁畫上。
「啪、啪、啪。「隨著三聲清脆的敲擊聲，一道微弱的回聲從壁畫內傳來。「你們進來吧！我正等著你們呢。「
敏華的心跳加速，她的眼睛瞪得更大，震驚和好奇交織在她的臉上。林曉陽回頭，面帶一絲安慰的笑容，溫柔地拉住她的手。「別怕，跟我來。」
畫面上的紋理逐漸扭曲，露出一扇門的輪廓。門緩緩開啟，微弱的光芒從門縫中透出，帶著一種奇異的吸引力。林曉陽牽著敏華的手，帶著她一步步邁入了那扇門，跨入了一個全新的世界。
敏華的心中五味雜陳，腳步卻在林曉陽的引領下變得堅定。她不知道接下來會面對什麼，但此刻，她只能隨著林曉陽的步伐，進入那未知的領域。

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裡頭的花園庭院洋溢著歡快的音樂和輕鬆的笑聲，空氣中彷彿充滿了某種魔力，讓每一個在場的人都無法抑制地被其感染。院子中，樂團正奏著富有節奏感的舞曲，樂聲宛如流水般順滑，兩旁的樹木輕輕搖曳，陽光透過枝葉灑在地面上，斑駁的光斑隨著舞者的步伐跳動。男女成雙成對，裙擺和西裝的剪影在陽光下交織著，腳步輕盈，像是被音樂牽動的精靈。
不遠處的咖啡座，幾位老人和小孩圍坐在一起，談笑風生，桌上擺著精緻的甜點和冒著熱氣的飲品，空氣裡彌漫著焦糖和咖啡的香氣，讓人不自覺地放鬆心情。
黃敏華在林曉陽的帶領下，步入這個奇異的場景後，猶豫片刻，終於輕輕開口，臉上露出驚艷的表情：「哇！這裡就好像傳說中的桃花源呢！」她深深地吸了一口氣，眼神中的震驚尚未完全消退，語氣中帶著一絲難以置信，「起初我還以為這裡很恐怖，反倒成了這樣一個夢幻般的地方。」
她目光游移在周圍，身心彷彿沉浸在這個非現實的世界裡。林曉陽看著她的表情，忍不住微微一笑：「我知道這會讓你很難理解，這裡的一切都很奇異，但你會慢慢習慣的。」
突然，黃立華從人群中走過來，他微笑著，步伐穩健，眼中帶著一絲深邃的光芒。他伸出手，親切地握住林曉陽的手，語氣中帶著一種久違的親切感：「你們隨我來。」他的聲音低沉卻又帶著一絲安撫的力量。
黃敏華看著他，眼中閃過一抹疑惑，她不自覺地側頭，細細打量著這位與自己記憶中相片裡的爺爺極為相似的男子。她心裡暗想：「這人真的是我爺爺嗎？怎麼看起來比照片裡年輕多了？」她的嘴唇微微抿起，感覺到一種莫名的情愫湧上心頭。
黃立華似乎察覺到了她的眼神，回過頭來，輕輕一笑，語氣中有些溫柔：「你想問我為何如此年輕吧？這一切，稍後你會明白。」他帶著他們穿過狹窄的街巷，每一步都像是通向未知的世界，黃敏華不由自主地加快了步伐，跟著他走。
很快，他們來到了一幢三層樓高的花園別墅前。這座別墅四周被茂密的小灌木圍繞，枝葉繁茂，花香彌漫。周圍的花木扶疏，院子裡不時傳來小鳥的歌聲，整個地方透著一種清幽雅致的氣息。陽光從樹葉的縫隙間灑下，斑駁的光影在小徑上跳動，彷彿每一塊石板都被賦予了生命。
林曉陽看著眼前這片美景，忽然心生疑惑，他停下腳步，忍不住問：「前輩，為什麼這裡和我們的世界是日夜顛倒的呢？為什麼這一切都那麼不真實？」他的語氣中帶著一絲困惑。
黃立華微微瞇起眼，嘴角揚起一絲淡淡的笑意：「你沒聽過‘人鬼殊途’嗎？這樣我們就不會互相干擾了。」他輕輕一揮手，仿佛這句話已經解釋了一切。

林曉陽微微點頭，帶著理解的笑意：「是啊，我差點忘了你是…」話未說完，他故意停了下來，避免再觸及到那些不願談論的過去。
黃立華朝他瞥了一眼，語氣輕松地說：「別嚇唬我孫女。」他對林曉陽使了個眼色，林曉陽立刻會意，轉移話題：「敏華，我來介紹一下，這位是黃立華，他說你是他的孫女。」他語氣中帶著些許調皮。
黃敏華依然有些怯生生，低下頭，想要開口卻又吞了回去。她的雙手在胸前輕輕交疊，臉上露出一絲掩飾不住的羞澀。她的眼神在黃立華的臉上停留，心跳忽然加速，嘴唇微微顫抖：「您真的是我爺爺嗎？」她幾乎是自言自語地問道。
黃立華對她微微一笑，語氣溫柔中帶著一絲安撫：「初次見面，難免還不太習慣。」他的笑容讓黃敏華的心情稍微放鬆。
然而，林曉陽的注意力卻被牆上那幅畫吸引了。他走到畫前，指著右下角的簽名說：「這人，我見過。」他的語氣中帶著一絲疑惑。
黃立華目光一凝，似乎也對這幅畫感到些許不安，他好奇地問：「你見過邱？在哪兒？」
林曉陽低頭思索，然後回答：「在巴黎的塞納河畔，一處河濱公園裡。」他回想起那段往事，心中升起一絲不安。
黃立華臉上閃過一絲苦笑，他的眼神變得深邃，似乎陷入了某種回憶中：「麻煩來了！邱一定會回來這裡。今年的八月，13號黑色星期五之前，往後我們恐怕不得安寧了！」他沉聲道，語氣中帶著一絲隱隱的警告。
林曉陽聽後，不禁皺起眉頭：「怎麼會呢？那位邱老先生說，曾經你是教他繪畫的老師。」他覺得事情似乎比想象中更為複雜。
這時，黃立華突然伸出手，輕輕地拂過敏華的臉，動作溫柔卻充滿了某種不可抗拒的力量。林曉陽見狀，心中一驚，忍不住高聲喊道：「My God！你對敏華做了什麼？」他的語氣充滿驚愕和不解。
黃立華微微一笑，眼神平靜：「不用擔心，我剛使用定身術，讓她暫時聽不見我們接下來的談話。有些事她不該知道，也不必牽涉其中。」他冷靜地解釋。
林曉陽仍然疑惑，臉上寫滿了不解：「為什麼不讓敏華知道呢？她是你的親人啊！」他忍不住再次追問。
黃立華眼中閃過一絲憂慮，他低聲回道：「敏華不知情，才不會被捲進來。我這麼做，也是想要保護她。」他語氣沉穩，但其中的深意卻讓人難以捉摸。

[Eight] The Shocking Inside Story

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Night fell, and an air of mystery lingered inside the quiet hotel. Following their agreement, Minhua gently pushed open the door to Room 504. The dim yellow light inside the room looked soft and hazy behind the curtains. She stepped inside and quietly asked from the doorway, “Teacher Lin, who are you taking me to meet?”

Lin Xiaoyang stood up from beside a table and tilted his head slightly, a mysterious smile appearing at the corners of his mouth. “Minhua, I told you that you were going to be surprised. I’m taking you to meet your grandfather, Huang Lihua, whom you have never met.”

Minhua froze, her brows slightly furrowed as she stared at Lin Xiaoyang in confusion. “Huang Lihua? Are you sure he claims to be Huang Lihua?” A trace of disbelief could be heard in her voice.

Lin Xiaoyang remained calm, the corners of his lips lifting slightly, as though he was not surprised at all by Minhua’s question. “Yes, I’m sure.”

Minhua suddenly took a step backward, her eyes widening as confusion filled her mind. “Huang Lihua really is my grandfather. I’ve only seen photographs of him when he was young in my father’s photo album. My father told me that he went to France to study, and a few years later, he lost contact with his family.”

Lin Xiaoyang sighed softly, a trace of memory showing in his eyes. “Your grandfather has been living in this hotel all along. When I came here traveling, if he hadn’t stepped in and saved me in time, I might have already become a vampire.” His voice was calm, but every word seemed to reveal a danger that had never been fully spoken of.

A look of shock flashed through Minhua’s eyes. A chill ran through her instinctively, and uneasiness filled her voice. “A vampire? Don’t scare me with jokes like that.”

Lin Xiaoyang’s expression darkened, becoming serious. “I’m not joking with you, Minhua. Everything I’m telling you is true. When I stayed at this hotel last year, the innkeeper and the servers here were all vampires. At first, I didn’t realize it. But your grandfather couldn’t bear to watch me become like them, so at the critical moment, he warned me to leave immediately.”

Minhua froze for a moment, completely bewildered. “After hearing you say all this, I have to go meet my grandfather. You’ve really awakened my curiosity.”

Lin Xiaoyang gave a soft laugh, his gaze firm. “All right. I’ll take you to meet him right now. Follow me.”

He turned and led Minhua out of the room. They passed through the dim hallway and finally arrived in front of a huge mural. Several musicians were performing outdoors in the scene, and a melodious tune seemed to flow out from the painting.

“This painting.” Lin Xiaoyang pointed at the mural, his voice becoming low. “Huang Lihua lives inside this mural.”

Minhua froze and gave a quiet laugh. “Lives inside this mural? Come on. How could that be possible?”

Lin Xiaoyang’s expression did not change, and his voice carried a hint of mystery. “This mural can lead to another world, and its artist is none other than your grandfather, Huang Lihua. Don’t ask so many questions yet. I’ll take you inside.”

Minhua froze, still unable to completely believe what she had heard, but Lin Xiaoyang had already raised his hand and gently tapped his fingertips against the mural.

“Tap, tap, tap.”

Following the three crisp knocks, a faint echo came from inside the mural. “Come in! I’ve been waiting for you.”

Minhua’s heart began to race. Her eyes widened even further, shock and curiosity mingling across her face. Lin Xiaoyang turned around with a reassuring smile and gently took her hand. “Don’t be afraid. Come with me.”

The texture of the painting gradually twisted, revealing the outline of a door. The door slowly opened, and a faint light shone through the opening, carrying a strange attraction. Holding Minhua’s hand, Lin Xiaoyang led her step by step through the door and into an entirely new world.

Minhua’s heart was filled with conflicting emotions, yet her steps became steadier under Lin Xiaoyang’s guidance. She did not know what she would face next, but at that moment, she could only follow Lin Xiaoyang’s steps into the unknown realm.

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Inside, the garden courtyard was filled with cheerful music and relaxed laughter. The air seemed to be filled with a certain kind of magic, making everyone present unable to resist being swept up in it. In the courtyard, a band was playing a rhythmic dance tune. The music flowed as smoothly as running water, while the trees on both sides swayed gently. Sunlight streamed through the branches and leaves onto the ground, and dappled patches of light moved with the dancers’ steps. Men and women danced in pairs, the silhouettes of skirts and suits intertwining beneath the sunlight. Their footsteps were light, like spirits being guided by the music.

At a nearby café area, several elderly people and children sat together, chatting and laughing. Delicate desserts and steaming drinks were spread across the tables. The aroma of caramel and coffee filled the air, naturally putting people at ease.

After Huang Minhua entered this strange scene under Lin Xiaoyang’s guidance, she hesitated for a moment before finally speaking softly, her face filled with amazement. “Wow! This place is just like the legendary Peach Blossom Spring!” She took a deep breath, the shock still not completely gone from her eyes. Her voice carried a trace of disbelief. “At first, I thought this place would be terrifying. Instead, it turned out to be such a dreamlike place.”

Her gaze wandered over the surroundings, and she seemed to be completely immersed, body and soul, in this unreal world. Looking at her expression, Lin Xiaoyang could not help smiling slightly. “I knew this would be hard for you to understand. Everything here is strange, but you’ll gradually get used to it.”

Suddenly, Huang Lihua walked over from the crowd. He smiled as he approached with steady steps, a deep light in his eyes. He extended his hand and warmly shook Lin Xiaoyang’s hand, his voice carrying a long-missed sense of familiarity. “Come with me.” His voice was low, yet it carried a reassuring strength.

Huang Minhua looked at him, a trace of confusion flashing in her eyes. She unconsciously tilted her head and carefully studied the man who looked remarkably like the grandfather in the photographs she remembered. She thought to herself, **Is this man really my grandfather? Why does he look so much younger than he does in the photographs?** Her lips pressed together slightly as an inexplicable emotion welled up inside her.

Huang Lihua seemed to notice her gaze. He turned around and smiled gently. His voice was soft. “You want to ask why I’m so young, don’t you? You’ll understand everything later.” He led them through narrow streets and alleys, every step seeming to lead into an unknown world. Huang Minhua unconsciously quickened her pace to follow him.

Soon, they arrived in front of a three-story garden villa. The villa was surrounded by dense shrubs, their branches and leaves lush and thick, while the fragrance of flowers filled the air. The surrounding plants and flowers grew in a natural, graceful arrangement, and birdsong could occasionally be heard from the courtyard, giving the entire place an atmosphere of quiet elegance. Sunlight streamed down through gaps in the leaves, and dappled shadows danced along the pathway, as though every stone slab had been given life.

Looking at the beautiful scene before him, Lin Xiaoyang suddenly became puzzled. He stopped and could not help asking, “Elder, why is this place reversed from our world, with day and night switched? Why does everything here seem so unreal?” There was a trace of confusion in his voice.

Huang Lihua narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile appearing at the corners of his mouth. “Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘Humans and ghosts belong to different worlds’? This way, we won’t interfere with each other.” He waved his hand lightly, as though that single sentence explained everything.

Lin Xiaoyang nodded slightly, a knowing smile on his face. “Yes. I almost forgot that you are...” Before finishing the sentence, he deliberately stopped, avoiding touching upon those matters from the past that neither of them wanted to discuss.

Huang Lihua glanced at him and said casually, “Don’t scare my granddaughter.” He gave Lin Xiaoyang a meaningful look, and Xiaoyang immediately understood. He changed the subject. “Minhua, let me introduce you. This is Huang Lihua. He says you’re his granddaughter.” There was a hint of playfulness in his voice.

Huang Minhua was still somewhat timid. She lowered her head, wanting to speak but swallowing the words back. Her hands were gently clasped in front of her chest, and an unmistakable shyness appeared on her face. Her eyes remained fixed on Huang Lihua’s face, and her heartbeat suddenly quickened. Her lips trembled slightly. “Are you really my grandfather?” she asked, almost to herself.

Huang Lihua smiled gently at her, his voice warm and reassuring. “It’s only natural that you’re not used to this, since this is our first meeting.” His smile helped Huang Minhua relax somewhat.

However, Lin Xiaoyang’s attention was drawn to a painting on the wall. He walked over to it and pointed to the signature in the lower-right corner. “I’ve seen this person before.” A trace of doubt colored his voice.

Huang Lihua’s gaze suddenly sharpened. He seemed somewhat uneasy about the painting as well and asked curiously, “You’ve seen Qiu? Where?”

Lin Xiaoyang lowered his head in thought, then answered, “By the Seine in Paris, in a riverside park.” As he recalled that incident, a trace of uneasiness rose in his heart.

A bitter smile flashed across Huang Lihua’s face. His eyes became deep, as though he had fallen into a certain memory. “Trouble is coming! Qiu will definitely come back here. This August, before Friday the 13th, we’re probably going to have no peace from then on!” he said solemnly, his tone carrying a faint warning.

After hearing this, Lin Xiaoyang could not help frowning. “How could that be? That Mr. Qiu said that you used to be his teacher and taught him how to paint.” He felt that the matter was far more complicated than he had imagined.

At that moment, Huang Lihua suddenly reached out and gently brushed his hand across Minhua’s face. The movement was gentle yet carried a certain irresistible power. Seeing this, Lin Xiaoyang was startled and could not help shouting, “My God! What did you do to Minhua?” His voice was filled with shock and confusion.

Huang Lihua smiled slightly, his expression calm. “Don’t worry. I just used a spell to immobilize her, so she temporarily cannot hear our conversation from this point on. There are some things she shouldn’t know, and there’s no need for her to become involved.”

Lin Xiaoyang was still puzzled, confusion written all over his face. “Why not let Minhua know? She’s your own family!”

A trace of concern flashed through Huang Lihua’s eyes. He replied in a low voice, “If Minhua knows nothing about it, she won’t get caught up in this. I’m doing this to protect her.” His tone was steady, but the deeper meaning behind his words was difficult to discern.