Take a look at the scumbag who collapsed the plot [Quick Transmigration]

There are many shops on both sides of the street, and the afterglow of the evening sun lightly sprinkles on the red bricks and green tiles or the cornices of the pavilions with bright eyes.

The cars and horses are sparkling, the flow of people is like weaving, and the penetrating yelling of traders can be heard faintly not far away, and occasionally there is a horse neighing.

A man in Tsing Yi was walking among the crowd. The broken hair on his forehead covered most of his face, making it difficult for people to see his expression.But looking at his temperament, he also knows that this person is not vulgar.

The man in Tsing Yi paused suddenly and stopped.

He grabbed the passers-by and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "What's the matter with Lan Yan?"

The man glanced at the man in Tsing Yi, with a strange expression on his face, "Didn't Lan Yan be sealed off ten years ago? It's already an abandoned building now."

ten years?It's been ten years?

Meridian is a bit unbelievable.

"I heard that Lan Yan was opened by the eldest son of the former emperor. Later, the eldest son of the emperor was killed for collaborating with the enemy and traitorous country, and Lan Yan was seized." Then he thought of something and sighed, "I think Lan Yan was also very prosperous back then..."

Son...

Zi Wu could no longer listen to the words that followed.

Lan Yan is gone,... what about the young master?

He remembered that he seemed to see the young master before he fell into a coma, so it turned out that he was not dead.

But why did he just sleep ten years later?

The once crimson door and window paint has peeled off, and the heavy shackles are covered with a thick layer of rust.

Zi Wu stood at the door for a long time and finally turned and left.

He still wants to find the young master, no matter where the world ends, he will find him.

……

In a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, the misty rain makes it look like a landscape painting with splashed ink.

There are three or two young masters gathered on the small boat.

The person in the lead had her hair tied back, dressed in brocade clothes, swaying a white jade fan, and gloatingly looked at the man in Tsing-clothed opposite with peachy eyes, "Bo Yong, it's your turn."

Helplessness flashed across the face of the man in Tsing Yi, and he called the boy to put his piano on the coffee table.

The white fingers were lightly placed on the strings, and they were plucked casually. The white ten fingers were flying on the strings, the movements were smooth and smooth, and the sound of the piano was melodious, as if the sound of nature.Everyone who listened was instantly stunned.

hiss--

A horse cry sounded.

All the young masters on the small boat looked towards the shore of the lake.

I saw a man in Tsing Yi not far away, looking at them with teary eyes, no, it should be looking at Chen Boyong.

"Bo Yong, that person is so similar to your style, he seems to know you?"

Chen Boyong frowned, he had never seen that person before.

"This son, you..."

Before Chen Boyong finished speaking, he felt something warm plunge into his arms.

He just wanted to push the person in his arms away, but he felt hot wet liquid coming from the front of his neck, and Chen Boyong froze in place.

The man does not flick his tears lightly, does this person admit to the wrong person?

Suddenly I couldn't bear it, so I had no choice but to let him hold her.

I only heard a man's muffled voice coming from his arms, "My lord, Ziwu finally found you."

Zi Wu waited for this moment for a long time, so long that when he saw it, he thought it was a dream.

"you……"

In the end, Chen Boyong swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

There is an extra tail behind Chen Boyong, who is a man in Tsing Yi just like him.

At the beginning, Chen Boyong would try to persuade him a few times, he was not the son he said, but later he didn't even bother to persuade him.

Later, Chen Boyong got married, and the woman was from a well-known Wang family in the south of the Yangtze River.

On the night Chen Boyong got married, Zi Wu drank a lot.

He only loves his son silently, but his son still doesn't belong to him, and his treasure will finally become someone else's.

On the second night of Chen Boyong's marriage, he found that the little tail that had been following him before was gone.

"Where's Mr. Ziwu?"

He asked the servants.

"Master, Master Ziwu has left."

"Oh……"

Hearing this, Chen Boyong felt lost for a moment.

The appearance of that person is like a mystery, appearing like a mystery, disappearing like a mystery.a strange man.

……

In March, peach blossoms are flying, and in the peach blossom forest, there is the sound of a piano.

The little boy looked at the peach blossom forest, "Master, he misses that person again."

A passerby passed by in the peach blossom grove. When they heard the sound of the piano, they were astonished and asked the little boy, "Who is your master?"

The little boy tilted his head, "My master, I don't know what his name is, but he is often dressed in Tsing Yi, I call him Master Tsing Yi."

Tsing Yi?The man's eyes instantly became very hot, "So it's the Tsing Yi luthier who stands side by side with the world's number one luthier Chen Boyong!"

The Tsing Yi luthier standing side by side with Chen Boyong?

Zi Wu's hand playing the piano paused.

Young master, does this count as another kind of friendship between us?

If you like someone for a long time, you will become less and less like yourself, and more and more like the person you like.

Ziwu can't remember what he looked like when he started out, and he looks more and more like a copy of Chen Boyong.

Maybe only in this way can he deceive himself that he is always by his side.

Unknowingly, looking back, the ink hair has been stained with hoarfrost.Meridian is in a trance.

It has been 30 years!

He had just heard the news of the death of the former number one luthier Chen Boyong.

His thin body became even thinner, and his pale complexion looked like a dead person.

"Master!"

The little boy at the beginning has also grown up and become a handsome boy.

A fishy sweetness overflowed from his throat, just as Zi Wu took a step, he stopped and vomited a mouthful of blood.

His time is approaching, and that's fine.

Young master, do we count as another kind of life and death together?

Over the past few years, although I can't be your home, I can die with you, which is enough.