Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

As if the lens was blurred, the two people in the small pavilion in the lake gradually lost their sight, but they could faintly see two blue dots...

The flying snow all over the sky slowly fell, gradually blocking the small pavilion in the lake.

The red plums in the snow are like fire, accompanied by this white silver dress, it is really psychedelic and beautiful.

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When the cold wind blows, the whole world seems to fade away gradually...

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cold……

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An Luo curled up tightly, trembling unconsciously, helpless and sad.

Confused and cold, I only felt that the red plum scene suddenly disappeared, and felt sad in my heart, so I could only murmur that person's name over and over again.

But the whole body felt extremely cold, as if being in a world of ice and snow.

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black, black...

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He saw again, the scene that had appeared countless times in his dreams...

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The cold wind passed by suddenly, and the outline of the attic in the darkness was gradually revealed, but it was still blurred.

Accompanied by the bleak wind, the brocade curtains of the small building fluttered slightly, mixed with the sound of friction.

This sound has a thick reverberation feeling, like a dream, but it is extremely clear, and there is silence here, which cannot be ignored.

Besides, under the small building, it was even more terrifyingly dark.

As the cold wind whizzed past, the terrifying pitch-black lightly rippled out in circles and ripples.

This dark thing is the lake...

An Luo only felt a chill all over her body, and suddenly came back to her senses, and found that she was actually in the lake.

And on his body, he was actually wearing a long gown, which fit very well and felt very good.Now that he is in the cold lake, the white shirt floats lightly in the water, and the one that is close to his body becomes wet and clings to his skin even more.

And the refreshing short hair he was used to has become as long as the people in ancient times.It was simply tied with a white sash, and the blue-black hair was stained with lake water.

In the darkness, he slowly raised his hands, staring at his fingers in a daze, only to see those slender fingers moving slightly.

He is conscious and can move by himself, this is not a dream...

It's not the same as before, only at the mercy of this strange dream.

Frowning fiercely, he looked around vigilantly, but saw only darkness.Unlike previous dreams, everything in front of me is too real now.

Cold, silent, eerie.

Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet, and there was no more sound.

quiet……

Quiet, frighteningly quiet...

The darkness entangles the world like a ghost, quietly, sleeping into a dream, and there is no more sound.

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In the eerie silence, there was a sudden sound of a flute.

The sound of this flute is like a bell, just like the fine wind in February, pure and beautiful.The tune is gentle, but it is hard to distract.

The sound of the flute is curling up, like a dream.

In the darkness, the sound of the flute seemed to come from all directions, and it was nowhere to be found.

An Luo's heart tightened, this flute music was clearly played by him...

This song was composed by himself, and no one in the world knows about it.

He knew every note of it, every turn, every pause.

With the cold wind passing by and the freezing lake water, An Luo felt her limbs were stiff and weak, and the chill pierced her bones.He gritted his teeth, although his body was trembling non-stop, but his expression didn't seem to feel any coldness.And those pair of phoenix eyes, which were always clear and unwavering, were somewhat confused and cold.

The flute sounded softly, echoing in the silent darkness.

Slowly, the sound of the flute became quieter and dispersed.

Soon, the surroundings returned to silence.

An Luo moved her cold and stiff legs, took a low breath in the lake, and walked forward with her thin lips tightly pressed.

With his movements, the lake surface broke the tranquility, and the ripples continued.

Feeling his body getting weaker, he slowly narrowed his eyes, but still stubbornly moved forward.

In the darkness, only the stubborn figure of the young man and the sound of water advancing in the lake remained.

He moved forward step by step with difficulty, trembling all over his body, his lips turned white.The hot breath hit his pale face, and he was unconscious.

1 minute, 3 minutes, [-] minutes, ...

As time went by, his steps became smaller, his breathing became heavy, and his senses seemed less sensitive.

However, those firm and cold eyes are still clear.

After another long time like a century, he stopped walking.

He held his breath vigorously, his face pale.The hair on the forehead was stained with water, and the water droplets slowly dripped down the hair.

"drop…………"

An Luo knelt down in the water helplessly, but fortunately he supported it with his hands in time, but the moment he fell, the lake water seemed to be shallow, so that he didn't have his whole body submerged in the water.

He was panting heavily, his hair hanging down over his eyes.And his gaze was still looking firmly ahead.

There, in the depths of the darkness, there is a shadow, which seems to be a person, but has a strange posture like a ghost.

An Luo couldn't see the shadow clearly, but felt faintly sad.

He wanted to get close to it, but he couldn't move anyhow.

And that weird shadow remained motionless, and occasionally the wind blew by, causing the lake to ripple with waves centered on him.

An Luo supported his body weakly, his lips trembled, he looked at the man closely, his voice was extremely hoarse.

"Who are you……"

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The wind passed by, and the surroundings were silent.

An Luo suddenly lowered her head, her consciousness gradually blurred.

The whole world has returned to silence again. This silence is like a monster that will open its bloody mouth to devour everything in the world at any time, which is shocking.

And just when his consciousness was lax, he suddenly heard a voice faintly.

That voice carried an endless sense of distance, vicissitudes and indifference, but also a little softness.

"When you grow up, you can find me."

"If you find it...in this life, you will never be apart again."

As the voice spoke, it sighed softly, so indifferent, yet soft and warm.

An Luozheng was stunned, because the voice that resounded in the world was exactly the same as him...

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the shadow, however, in that brief moment, he completely lost consciousness.

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The cold wind passed by, and in the darkness, the hidden pavilion reappeared, and the brocade curtains followed the wind.

In the lake, a shadow in the dark place became more and more blurred and gradually disappeared.

The cold wind whizzed past.

And in that short moment, there was a low, hoarse voice that sounded slowly.With endless coldness and ruthlessness, as if from the cold hell, it is frightening and ruthless, but it is sad.

He slowly groaned...

"You clearly said..."

"If I find you, in this life, I will never leave..."

"you lied to me……"

"Qingluo."

The author has something to say: Thank you two for your mines, please hold me =3=The cliff is true love~(≧▽≦)/~

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This one is a little short, if there is no accident, there will be another one today, hehe, I feel happy to finish writing practice