Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

"drop……"

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Silence, silence, tiny white snowflakes faintly floating in the sky.The people in the huge auditorium sat quietly in their positions, sitting obsessively, listening to the sad sound of the piano gradually dissipating between the sky and the earth...

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Someone stood up abruptly, one, two, three...ten, hundreds...

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"Oh!!!!!"

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With the disappearance of the song, thunderous applause resounded across the sky. People stood up excitedly, their eyes and necks were red, and they screamed fiercely.

People blushed, waved their arms and shouted heartily, excited, excited, and sad.

The man on the huge screen sighed softly, with a lonely expression, as if he was nostalgic and chanting something.

Time has passed, and what remains are only the indelible traces in the heart of the old man.The melody is light, but it narrates the years that I never had in my life one by one.

Unlike the loneliness of men, the people on the audience stage screamed like crazy, their voices became hoarse, their eyes were red, tears flowed out, they cried but laughed...

People cheered and shouted unrestrainedly, and the applause echoed in the venue like thunder for a long time.

People in the American rest area nodded and praised one by one, with no concealment of pride.

"Nill the guy, lol, well done!"

"But after a few days of hard work, I didn't expect that he would not be able to score so much... It's amazing." Someone analyzed: "The clever use of gaps in the music made his performance a lot better. What is commendable is his emotion. It’s great, and the understanding of the characters is also very thorough, although the content of Mai Yin has just been known, but the emotions of the characters are well captured.”

"Of course, Nill is already very good, and these are nothing, haha, it's a pity that this guy likes dubbing, otherwise he must be recruited into the acting department!"

"You..." Everyone helplessly smiled and shook their heads.

The reporters who had been prepared for a long time immediately took out their cameras and snapped down this exciting scene.

"It's amazing!"

"Oh my god, it's amazing, it's such a pleasure to watch such a wonderful show... oh, I'm lucky..."

"Unbelievable..."

"The most surprising thing is Mr. Nill's interpretation of the emotion, the skill conversion is so perfect, whether it is the pause interval, the music judgment is impeccable and perfect, and the most difficult thing is the harmony with the scene. Fusion, it's amazing..."

"I don't know how many points I will get, I really look forward to the announcement of the score..."

"Okay, that's amazing! It's amazing! Mr. Nill is amazing!!"

Engels looked at the man on the screen who had gone out of Mai Yin's emotions and smiled slightly, yes, this is a very wonderful Mai Yin.

As if feeling his gaze, the man on the screen also smiled, gentle and calm.

"Lost Time", a gentle and flat piece of music contains a loneliness that the world cannot understand, but the man perfectly interprets the emotion it expresses.

The black and white piano keys have never stopped in the long years, just to express the deep love, the long years that have never appeared in the world.

Xiaojie clenched his fists and looked at the man on the screen, that low and gentle voice seemed to be still echoing in his ears over and over again.He blushed, his eyes were firm: "Sooner or later, I will give life to the character like Mr. Nill."

"Oh? Haha, that's not easy." The old man squinted his eyes and laughed with a loving look.

"I know." Xiaojie calmed down, pursed his lips and said slowly, "But I won't give up."

The old man nodded in relief, and looked up at the sky with squinted smiles.

Whether it is the comprehension of the characters or the grasp of the scene, Nill is impeccable.Perfectly presenting scenes one after another, amidst the sound of the piano, time is lost...

At the same time, the competitions in other groups were also in full swing, and every player on the huge screen looked serious.

The eyes of the Chinese team and the Japanese team were tightly locked on the fancy screen.

——The game is halfway through!

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Someone closed their eyes lightly, and the sound of the wind blowing softly sounded all around, as small as nothing, ringing over and over again.

Quietly, the sound of ringing the bell came slowly, and this sound was also clear and shallow.

The sound of the keys did not know when it appeared, and it echoed softly one after another.Slow and flat, with a sense of leisure.

The sound of the wind blowing by was heard again, accompanied by the low sound of the piano.

The small sound of the wind echoes between the heaven and the earth over and over again accompanied by the sound of the piano, quiet, gentle and leisurely.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano gradually dissipated.The last trill echoed softly in the wind until it could no longer be found.

The wind rang softly, so lightly, so quietly.

It seems that there is nothing else in the world, only the sound of the breeze.Listening to the wind again, I can't help but look lonely and shallow.

In the silence, a male voice came slowly, with a bit of loneliness and melancholy.

"I'm waiting for someone... waiting for a person who doesn't know if he will appear..."

His voice was very soft, like he was whispering to himself, and he seemed to be talking to the boundless world.The loneliness in those words gradually dissipated with the sound of the wind until there was nowhere to be found.

The sound of the piano and a bass sounded quietly, and there was no silence between heaven and earth.The sound of the piano is not as gentle as before, but a thick bass sound after sound.

The sound of dulcimer also followed, and the tone was continuous and lingering.

The male voice came slowly in this tune, a bit confused and nostalgic.The slightly hoarse voice was very soft, like a whisper.

He sighed softly, somewhat in a daze and somewhat plainly: "It's been almost 30 years, and I've been waiting for him for almost 30 years..."

Will he come back...

Ten years, 20 years...he's still gone.

The wind rang softly, and it was unknown if it brought a low sigh from someone.So low and confused, so desolate and lonely, it seems that it was not noticed by the world, and it dissipated in the breeze inadvertently.

The sound of the fine wind resounded over and over again amidst the sound of the zither, quietly resounding, with a slight sense of sadness.

The man on the screen had a shallow smile, which was extremely bitter.

There was a sudden tremolo in the music, the tone slowly sank, and the trembling end sound echoed softly.

"I heard him talking."

The ending is light and loose, and the melody suddenly trembles fiercely, so fast, so high, and it is so touching!However, it lasted less than half a minute, but all of this fell silent, as if there was nothing else between heaven and earth.

He smiled lightly...

He smiled lightly, but seemed at a loss.The deep voice was hoarse and hoarse, with a hint of choking.

"He said...will you go home with me...will you go home with me..."

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go home with me……

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Come home with me, okay...

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The male voice was mesmerized, and an unconcealable sadness filled the air.The sound of Yangqin reverberated, lingering and heartbreaking, and the occasional vibrato was even more difficult to dissipate.

He smiled relievedly, and said slowly, "Okay, I'll go home with you."

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OK, I'll go home with you...

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No one responded, and the voice of the male voice gradually disappeared into the air and could not be found again.

His voice was low, and it seemed depressed and cold amidst the softly echoing piano sound, lonely and helpless.That low laugh was even more desolate.

"I almost can't remember what you look like... I can't remember many things." He smiled lowly, sadly and helplessly: "I'm afraid, sooner or later, I won't remember anything... just like It was a dream."

Waking up from a dream, everything is gone.

"I'm afraid... I will forget my way home and never find you again."

In the silence, the man's voice echoed over and over again, he hesitated about the blurred memory and the direction of his way back.

"You said that you will come back...even if I forget what you look like, the way home, what you said, what you said...take me home..."

The sound of the piano is shallow and low, echoing softly in the breeze, the sound seems to be coming from a very far away party, becoming more and more blurred and more and more difficult to grasp.

The male voice smiled lightly, but there was no smile, and it seemed far away in the music, "It is said that if a person quietly looks at the other side and waits for someone, then that person will appear. It doesn't matter ten years, 20 years Either way, that person will appear..."

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"I'm tired……"

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"I haven't had another ten years..."

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"As you said, take me home..."

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"I'll wait for you to take me home..."

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The man's weak voice repeated over and over again, gradually becoming weaker, but it still didn't stop.Until his voice was blown away by the small wind, he was still murmuring over and over again, so softly, so quietly...

"I'm waiting for you……"

Take me home……