Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

Chapter 130 Two

Hearing An Luo's surrender, Xiaojie smiled happily again.The little face is full of complacency, but it doesn't make people find it annoying.

"you lose!"

"Well, I lost." An Luo nodded slightly, not upset.

The two had a total of four competitions, three auditions and one Mai Yin.An Luo won the audition. Xiaojie originally defeated the other party in the audition first, but the strength of the two is far apart.In the third round, Xiaojie was also afraid of losing, so he stopped insisting on the sound audition and switched to the wheat sound competition.

And this time, he won.Won the opponent by more than 2000 points.

Anluo 2680, he 5400, the gap is quite large.

Xiaojie smiled happily, raised his eyes, and saw the old man at the door, he was taken aback for a moment.Immediately thinking of how she looked before, she couldn't help but blushed slightly: "Grandpa, you're here."

An Luo's heart tightened, she hurriedly turned around, and bowed slightly to the old man in front of her: "Mr. Jeca, my name is An Luo."

The old man looked at Xiaojie first, the young man blushed slightly in embarrassment, but he still showed me calm, which really pleased the old man.Hearing the young man's voice of greeting, he looked away at the young man.

The moment he looked, the young man was straightening up.I saw the young man wearing black-rimmed glasses, slightly shaking hair, and simple clothes.His eyes are clear and without waves, his temperament is absolutely pure, and he is alone in the world.Just standing there quietly, looking at the front lightly, revealing the indifference and composure that this age should not have.And when he raised his eyes, it was even more difficult to hide the indifference in his eyes.

Suddenly, the old man was shaken all over, his center of gravity was unsteady and he almost fell backwards, but fortunately he grabbed the eaves beside him in time.

"grandfather!!"

The old man stood still, ignoring the galloping grandson, but rushed towards the young man.He grabbed the young man's arm, his kind face was full of shock and bewilderment, his whole body was trembling, as if he was uncontrollably excited.

"Mr. Jeca!?" An Luo couldn't dodge, his brows were furrowed. Although Jeca is an old man, he is not weak: "Mr. Jeca!?"

"How is it possible...how is it possible...how is this possible..." the old man muttered, feeling a bit dazed.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you!?" Xiaojie hugged the old man anxiously, trying to loosen his grip on An Luo, but the old man was tightly bound, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.For a while, the scene was quite chaotic, and the sounds overlapped and chaotic.

The old man trembled all over: "Impossible...how could it be the people from the past...how could...how could it be...the ancients...the ancients...impossible..."

How could it be someone from before...

the ancients……

An Luo felt a chill all over her body, and she didn't know where she got the strength for a moment, but she broke free from the old man's shackles, ran downstairs staggeringly, and rushed out of the small villa.

The old man fell backwards and was hugged by Xiaojie: "Grandpa... what's wrong with you, grandpa?!"

The trembling old man tried to catch up with the running man, but Xiaojie ran closely.He swallowed his saliva and gradually woke up.

"Son, go...to get that person back..."

"An Luo?" Xiaojie was terrified, and hugged the old man tightly, not daring to let go: "Grandpa...he, what happened to him."

The old man was tired and tired all over: "Go quickly and get that man back."

"Get him back..."

Xiaojie refused to move, and after a few minutes he saw that the old man was really all right before he dared to help him into the room to rest.The old man sat on the bed and grabbed his hand: "Xiaojie, go get that young man back!"

Xiaojie patted his hand and quickly responded: "Okay, okay, I'll go find him."

Only then did the old man sigh in relief, and the image of the young man could not get rid of it in his mind.So clear, so calm.

He stroked Xiaojie's soft hair: "Grandpa may have scared people, so Xiaojie should talk to him carefully."

"Ah."

Xiaojie didn't leave until the old man fell asleep. He left the villa and looked at the flying snow outside.An Luo's backpack is still here, and so is his coat.

Xiaojie picked up An Luo's coat, opened an umbrella and went out with the aircraft in hand.

Because it is very cold in winter, it is difficult to see someone using an aircraft in the sky. Xiaojie shook his body and accelerated.After leaving the villa, there are two roads on the left and right. Since he didn't know which way An Luo was going, Xiaojie had to go to the left first and start looking.

And far away in the opposite direction from him, An Luo gradually stopped running, and sat on the snow-covered chair in some embarrassment, panting.

He has read a book, which described in detail that human beings have conducted research and discussions on resurrection from the dead, soul possession, and rebirth time travel. According to expert research, it is impossible for the human body to be resurrected from death. It's all because the human body is in a state of suspended animation.

And soul possession is pure nonsense, only in ancient myths.There is no "soul" in the human body, only the brain.

Rebirth and time travel belong to human yy. The theory of space overlap has always attracted more attention, and many famous people have inferred and evaluated it, but there is no theoretical phenomenon that can be proved.

An Luo closed her eyes faintly, full of exhaustion.If someone knew his identity, he might face a cold operating table.

but…………

An Luo's gaze sank, how could Mr. Jeca know...

When the cold wind blew, An Luo couldn't help shrinking her body, and gently raised her head to look at the flying snow in the sky.Some fell into the eyes, and the eyes suddenly became astringent and uncomfortable.An Luo didn't pay attention, and then there was a lot of snow on the eyelashes, and when it melted, the eyes became wet, looking at it, it was like crying.He lightly wiped off the white snow with his hands, sighed, rubbed his hands together, stepped into the snow again, and walked further away.

On the empty street, there was only the thin figure of the young man, and most of the others had rested at this time.When the cold wind blows, it is bitingly cold.

The young man slowly stopped his progress, looking at the bright red peach tree beside him.

This peach tree is blooming very well, delicate and beautiful.From the street to the end of the street, there are its figures, row after row, so beautiful.

The young man looked at it lightly, his eyes lightly closed.There were petals falling down, but he didn't catch them, he just looked at them lightly, and then continued to walk forward.

The young man in the snow is alone, walking and stopping, always alone.Behind the man was a long, long footprint.

Thousands of years ago that people didn't know, in the long snowy night, there were two people walking side by side in the thick snow, and the two footprints behind them were also long, very long, very long.

Of those two, one was in a green shirt and the other was in a dark blue shirt...

An Luo walked for a long time, and when she left the villa, she was in a hurry and didn't bring her backpack.So, now he has no money on him.

After walking for a long time, I lost my strength, so I just found a place to sit and enjoy the snow quietly in the biting cold wind.

Although she didn't wear much clothes, An Luo didn't feel the cold very much, instead she just sat in a daze.

When Xiaojie found An Luo, he couldn't help being stunned, and then hurriedly got off the aircraft and put his coat on the other party. An Luo smiled slightly when he saw that it was him.Xiaojie looked at him silently, and after a while, he said, "Why are you like this? You just sit here and don't find a place to hide from the snow."

An Luo put on her clothes and rubbed her hands: "It's not cold, it's fine."

Xiaojie was silent, held up an umbrella to block Bai Xue, took out a long sticker from his pocket and handed it to Anluo: "Put it on and it won't be cold."

An Luo took it over and looked at it in his hand. It was a very ordinary sticker, but he didn't question the future, so he tore it off and stuck it on the back of his hand.Suddenly, a warm current slowly rose up, flowing to every part of the body, very warm.

Xiaojie sat next to An Luo and looked ahead quietly: "Grandpa doesn't usually look like that, and I don't know why he sees you like that, but I believe Grandpa doesn't mean anything malicious."

An Luo looked at him indifferently, without speaking.

Xiaojie didn't care, and continued: "Grandpa likes dubbing very much, and spends a long time on it every day. I have never seen anyone who is more serious than grandpa. When I was young, I swore that I must be like grandpa. Later, I also fell in love with the dubbing that my grandfather loved, and I worked hard to learn and practice every day."

"Grandpa is very kind to everyone, so everyone likes him. Moreover, grandpa is really amazing, even Mr. Engles and the others come to ask him for advice."

An Luo listened quietly to the young man's words. Perhaps this was the most the young man had ever said. He spoke very seriously, and sometimes he would smile, but it was so shallow that it was difficult to ignore.He talked a lot and broadly.An Luo didn't look like the moving scene depicted on the TV. He just looked at the white snow in the sky lightly from the beginning to the end. Xiaojie didn't even know if the other party was listening or not.

Later, Xiaojie also stopped talking. He turned his head and looked at the young man beside him. An Luo's eyes kept looking forward. Slightly wobbly, rarely nice.

His black-rimmed glasses were taken off at some point and placed beside him. Without the cover of the glasses, he became less bookish and more indifferent.

This person is like a painting.Xiaojie withdrew his gaze, and also looked up at the sky.

At this time, he heard a voice from the side. He looked in his direction and raised his head.I saw the man standing up, stroking his floating hair, with a calm expression.The man looked down at him slightly, and said softly in a low and cold voice: "Let's go, your grandpa is going to be worried."

Xiaojie nodded in bewilderment, and also stood up.Following behind the other party, he set foot on the way back step by step.

After walking a few steps, he stopped involuntarily and looked at the back of the man walking.Xu Shi realized that he didn't keep up, and the man looked back at him slightly, his expression was still calm, his eyes were calm, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, although he didn't smile, he was very good-looking.

He said: "What's the matter? Let's talk about it first. If Mr. Jeca is still the same as before, I will run away without hesitation."

Xiaojie trotted to catch up with the other party: "No way."

He felt that this person was joking with him, but he also felt that he was serious...

As the night got darker and colder, the two of them gradually accelerated, and the aircraft in their hands was useless.

It was already one o'clock in the morning when we returned to the villa, and Jeca was still up. Seeing that An Luo was not the same as before, he calmly apologized and asked Xiaojie to go upstairs to rest.

Xiaojie glanced at An Luo, then went upstairs with a wooden face.

The old man brought An Luo into his study room, took out a painting album from the bookshelf, and handed it to An Luo: "This is the old man's painstaking efforts over the past 20 years."

An Luo looked at him, then opened the album in his hand.After turning through several pages, it was full of the production process of an ancient utensil, structural diagrams, and various analyses.

No matter how big the appliance is, the above description is quite detailed.Presumably, the master of this painting collection has done a thorough and serious study of ancient artifacts.

A looked at his movements from the side, and he smiled nostalgicly: "These paintings have been painted in various ways for 20 years."

An Luo listened and continued to turn the pages of the book.He didn't understand why Mr. Jeca asked him to read this collection of paintings, but naturally he had his reasons.

About ten pages of No. 20, An Luo stopped flipping and her heart skipped a beat.

The painting on the paper turned out to be the dream attic that he had done countless times!An Luo's breathing tightened, and his eyes uncontrollably moved down to the lake under the attic.

No...no...there is no... on the shadow of the dream...

He suddenly looked up at the old man, his voice dry: "Mr. Jeca...the shadow here..."