Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

Chapter 130

Mr. A lives far away, and the yard is full of vegetation, mostly green and blue.The house is a very ordinary small villa, except for the vegetation, there are no other decorations.

Xiaojie took An Luo straight into the house, and cast a glance at the people around him: "Grandpa is not at home at this time, and he will come back at night."

An Luo withdrew her gaze from looking around, and gave a soft 'hmm'.Following Xiaojie into the porch, he couldn't help but stop in a daze.

I saw the red eaves tents in the front room, and the floor was made of exquisite imitation sandalwood, with light brown stripes.Most of the decorative items are porcelain vases with beautiful and lifelike patterns.And the detailed texture on the wooden eaves is even more exquisite, one can tell at a glance that it was carefully carved out by people with one knife and one knife.

Here, it is exactly the same as the ancient houses, making people feel as if they have returned to ancient times.

Unlike the retro items seen in the past, every item here is extremely perfect and exquisite, without any abrupt or incongruous feeling.

An Luo lightly stroked the eaves beside her, and gently closed her eyes. The eaves were not smooth and delicate, but slightly bumpy.The pattern on it is a soaring phoenix, and for some reason, that phoenix makes people feel as if the whole body is in flames.

"Phoenix from the fire, reborn from nirvana..." An Luo stroked the wings of the phoenix, the confusion in her eyes disappeared in an instant, and she couldn't find it.

The rebirth of the phoenix changes everything.

"What's wrong?" Xiaojie stopped and looked back at the young man beside the eaves.

An Luo withdrew her hand, her gaze indifferent.

"It's nothing."

Although the house is not too big, it still feels a bit empty for two people to live in.

Xiaojie poured a glass of warm water for An Luo, and explained: "Mr. Engles, Nill and Laca usually come here, and it's lively when everyone comes."

"come here?"

"Well, it's equivalent to a research meeting. For example, in the world of Go, most people will join the teachers of various high ranks to receive guidance and study the game." Xiaojie explained very seriously, and his meticulous appearance resembled an adult.

An Luo understood, picked up the quilt and took a sip of water, only to hear Xiaojie say again: "But Mr. Engles and the others won't come these days."

The schedule of the competition is relatively tight, and the time outside the competition of each team will be devoted to intense practice.Those who participated in the competition basically stopped the seminar.

The research association said that An Luo was a little surprised. He had never heard of it in China, so he might not like it?As for a research meeting of this nature, anyone who is motivated would want to join it.

It's just that An Luo doesn't know that there are research associations in China.However, in the circle of professionals or national teams, there are few opportunities for freelance dubbers to get in touch with nature.What's more, An Luo is still a newcomer, she doesn't have much contact with her, and naturally she knows less.

Xiaojie arranged for An Luo to rest in the guest room, and took him up to the third floor.Unlike the first and second floors, the layout of the third floor is much simpler, like a small attic.

This is the usual place for a series of trials such as wheat sound audition. Due to personal preference, the equipment here is much better than other places.Moreover, no one disturbs here, and the environment is considered quiet.

Taking An Luo into the audition room, Xiaojie looked at the young man beside him with seriousness on his small face.

"One more audition, this time, I will beat you."

An Luo smiled softly. The person in front of him was more than 20 years younger than the combined age of his two lifetimes, but he couldn't see him as a child.In his eyes, there is a drive and seriousness that is no less than that of any adult. How can such a person be treated simply.

He put away his smile and was equally serious.

"I won't lose either."

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In the special area for the radio drama "Ancient Locust Tree", which is adapted from a large-scale Chinese mythological masterpiece, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath as the man's clear and ruthless crooning sounded in the earphones.

Wei Ke, a cold and heartless man.All his emotions were hidden under that indifferent demeanor.

In the last paragraph of "Ancient Locust Tree", the death of Lei Hao, the loneliness of Immortal Changqing, the pain of Yu'er, and the ridicule of that former friend became the last emotions of the plot.

Everything is broken, and the common people are silent.

As if in the vast world, only the still lonely back, the still waveless and deep eyes, and the indifferent eyes that cannot conceal the loneliness, and the cold and ruthless voice like the god of death.

Wei Ke...

It seems that he is the only one left in the world...

When the last low sigh that seemed to be there disappeared from the earphones, everything returned to silence.There is no longer that person's calm and clear voice, no more that beautiful woman's painful cry, no longer the whirling sound of a gust of wind, no longer that person's soft sigh, tired, confused, and like a thousand years of deep snow .

In the huge special screening hall, someone slowly took off the headset and eye mask, left a long sigh, sat quietly for a few minutes, and then walked away slowly with heavy steps.

In the corner, the handsome man also took off his eyes, and the smiling man beside him looked straight ahead.

After a long time, the man whispered two words softly.

Qingluo…………

Engles clasped his hands on his chest, and said in thought: "This person's interpretation method is very unique, but I can't tell what kind of feeling it is." His eyes sank: "This person is very powerful."

Nill didn't answer, frowning, wondering what he was thinking.

After a long time, he said softly, "I seem to have heard of...his acting like this before."

But he couldn't remember that Wei Ke's way of acting was inexplicably familiar to him, the pauses, turning points, pondering, and low laughs all seemed to have been heard before.

The man's voice, he was sure, he hadn't heard before.

The paradox is that he has an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he can't remember it no matter what.

Engles stared down, and the man's clear and ruthless voice kept echoing in his mind, as cold as death, but it was hard to hide his loneliness.

"Qingluo..."

Nill let out a long sigh: "I heard that he is a newcomer who has attracted much attention. He is quite mysterious. No one knows who he is. Recently, there seems to be news that he cannot be contacted."

"Newbie?"

"Well, he suddenly appeared half a year ago, and he was still a college student." Nill smiled, his eyes flickering: "I heard that he caused a lot of people a sensation when he debuted, but as a newcomer, he has very superb imitation skills of old sayings, so There was a lot of interest in him from the very beginning."

The mysterious newcomer who suddenly appeared this summer, although there are not many works, but his strength is very strong.Such a person, the attention of the outside world is naturally not low, and even those old people who have retired a long time ago have also paid attention.

However, he suddenly disappeared.

No matter how hard you look for it, you can’t find it. It’s like a dream in Nankey. When you wake up from the dream, there is nothing left.

"This person's skills are not flexible, and it can even be said to be a little jerky. But his emotions and the lingering atmosphere are something that many people cannot do."

"It's just... a newcomer." Engles pondered. In his opinion, the person's acting skills were obviously immature, but they still made people feel very powerful.The unique performance is elusive and has an ancient and mysterious feeling.

Old... No, it's not just that.

Rather than being ancient, it should be...the combination of the past and the present.

It's almost as if the ancients were learning the modern way of acting.

Connecting past and future...

Nill got up and looked towards the gate of the screening hall: "Let's go, there is still a competition tomorrow."

As soon as his voice fell, the phone reflected a light screen in front of the two of them. This was the scheduled list of players for tomorrow's game.

Sayuri Hyuga, Mearh, Zhang Xiao, Engles, Louis...

After turning off the light screen, the two left the theater side by side. In the darkness, whoever looked back looked at the clear man in the middle of the poster.

Qingluo, who are you?

More than one person asked the same question, and a craze called "Looking for Qingluo" has long been set off on the Internet.

Netizens tried to dig out more information than him, but they couldn't find any way from the beginning to the end.They couldn't even get in touch with Jin Se Nian Hua, the only one who might know more about him.

It wasn't until this time that everyone suddenly realized that they really didn't know anything about Qingluo.

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At about eleven o'clock in the evening, the heavy snow stopped and fell again, and stopped after a short time, repeatedly.The evergreen trees in the courtyard are covered with layers of white, covered in plain silver, yet emerald and lush, looking from a distance, it looks like a fairyland.

Amid the howling cold wind, a small black car stopped on the snowy road, and two people got out of the car.

"Please trouble Mr. Jeca today." The young man bowed to the old man in front of him. The old man just smiled and shook his hand, signaling him to get in the car and go back.

The man knew his temper, so he thanked him a few more words and got in the car and left.

Only then did the old man turn around and slowly enter the courtyard, with his hands lightly behind his back and a kind expression on his face.

After entering the house, the first thing he saw was two pairs of shoes, one big and one small, neatly placed in the entrance. The old man squinted his eyes, changed his shoes, and walked in.

Seeing that there was no one in the living room, according to what he knew about his grandson, the old man went straight up to the third floor.He is not too old, he usually pays attention to exercise, and his body is much better than that of the old people of the same age. It is not troublesome to go up the stairs, so he is entitled to exercise.

Entering the third floor, the first thing I heard was a hearty laughter, as sweet as a crisp bell, it was the voice of a teenager.

The old man followed the sound strangely, and the first thing that caught his eye was Xiaojie's happy smile. It was a smile rarely seen by teenagers, cheerful and relaxed.His eyes looked forward, with a trace of color, like a naughty boy.

Only then did the old man notice that there was another person sitting beside him. Since his back was facing away, the old man couldn't see what that person looked like, but when the person's voice came to his ears, it was extremely pleasant to hear.

"I lost."