Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

Chapter 130 Three

What about the shadows above...

The small building lingering in the dream, the bitingly cold lake water, and the weird and vague shadows in the lake, they seem to have already become one, and they are indispensable.

But it wasn't until this time that An Luo vaguely felt that it was a person, a person who shouldn't have appeared in the lake.

Who is he then...

What happened to that weird posture...

"Mr. Jeca..."

The old man took the scroll in silence. On the page, the towering pavilions were stretched long, and the lake water downstairs was vaguely outlined, which made people feel cold when they saw it.And there was nothing in the calm lake water.

He looked up at An Luo and shook his head, "I can't draw it, no matter how many times I draw it, I can't draw it... That man, as if looking at me through a page, how could he draw it..."

That man, as if looking at me through a page...

that man...

An Luozheng froze, as if a basin of cold water had been poured all over his body, unable to move.

After a long time, he said dryly, "Who is he..."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly closed the picture scroll, staring at the young man: "You don't know?"

With a twitch from the corner of her eye, An Luo fell silent again.

He doesn't know, how could he know...

No, no, he knew...but, what was the man's name...he seemed to have forgotten...

what is his name…………

Seeing this, the old man groaned slightly and shook his head: "That man is called Qingluo."

That person is called Qingluo.

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In that lake, the shadow with a strange posture is a man, a man named Qingluo.

"Impossible!" An Luo growled, but slowly covered her mouth with trembling hands, her usually clear eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

Seeing him like this, the old man sighed again: "Qingluo...it must be you."

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No one responded, and the old man didn't care. He walked to the bookshelf, looked at the books that had been around for a long time, and fell into memories.

"When I was young, I always had some strange dreams... At first, I just dreamed of a place I had never seen. I knew that it was not my country, not even my era. Everything there , unfamiliar and strange. It was a place where it was snowing, and the snow was very big... and beautiful..."

Gradually, as the number of dreams increased, the scenes in dreams were no longer limited to scenery.

In the white snow, he saw a man, a man in a blue long coat.That was an outfit he had never seen before, and that person was also the most unique person he had ever seen.He has never seen that person smile, he is always faint, faint, as if he will never be touched by others.

He saw him lightly holding a small rice paper umbrella, walking gently in the rain, his brows and eyes were indifferent, his demeanor was pure, he was always alone, his blue shirt was elegant, like a dream.He had seen him playing the flute under the plum blossom, the sound of the flute was melodious, clear and beautiful, but that person had never made any waves and treated it indifferently.He had also seen that person in the snow, cold but extremely lonely.In the vast expanse of white ice and snow, that person stood alone, quietly watching the fine snow fall, which was completely white.

Afterwards, he knew that the man was Qingluo.

The old man let out a long sigh, and suddenly turned around to look at the young man behind him.That person just stood quietly, his eyes were lightly closed, so clear, as if the vicissitudes of the world had passed by, and he was the only one still.

Also as lonely and indifferent as in a dream...

He looked down at the picture scroll in the water, and continued: "Later, he met a person."

"That man's name is Si Yu." An Luo took the old man's words lightly, lowered his eyes lightly, wondering what he was thinking, and murmured in a low voice: "But that man is timid and cowardly, even to himself Si Yu didn't dare to admit his feelings, he just kept running away."

The old man smiled and shook his head, turned the scroll in his hand to a certain page, and handed it to him.There are two people on it, one in Tsing Yi and the other in dark blue.The two stood side by side, in the noisy and lively lantern festival, and there was tranquility in their eyes.

The man in blue is handsome and profound, always looking at the person beside him, warm and deep.As for the man in Tsing Yi, his expression was light, and the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, as if there seemed to be nothing.

"As I said, I never saw him smile until this man appeared..."

He didn't even know when the man in dark blue clothes appeared beside Qingluo.His presence seemed powerful and irresistible.

I don't know when, wherever the person in Tsing Yi is, he will definitely be able to see that person.And that person is shockingly unfathomable.

With the appearance of that person, he even became uneasy and frightened.He faintly felt that the person had noticed his existence, and that person was warning him: Qingluo belonged to him.

This seems a bit ironic, because all this is just a dream for him.However, one day he was noticed and warned by the person in the dream, and he began to be afraid, afraid that that powerful man would really find him and make him pay for these dreams.

Irony, what irony...

But he is afraid...

The ruthlessness that the man showed inadvertently made it hard for him to breathe. The man was telling him without any concealment that his desire for monopoly could only belong to him.

He began to fear the coming of night, but no one heard his prayer.

After the dream came, he gradually didn't dare to look at the man in Tsing Yi, and he tried his best to look away.

But even so, the extremely dangerous sense of oppression still followed him all the time.

"Thinking about it now, that feeling is still vivid." The old man smiled wryly, looked at the young man, and said, "Did you say that Qingluo was running away... maybe, but I don't think so. , He didn't have any defenses... Maybe he didn't know it himself, after that person appeared, he was always smiling, it was very faint, but it really existed. "

"Are you defenseless..." An Luo looked at the painting album, and gently stroked the person in blue in the painting.Soon, he raised his eyes lightly and looked at the old man: "Then how did you know that I am Qingluo?"

"One is intuition, and the other is what I saw in my dream. You look like this. Although it is very vague, it is indeed like this."

An Luo was always in shock that night, but now it must have been exciting enough. Hearing what the old man said, he just frowned slightly.

The old man closed his eyes for a while, and said in a low voice as if recalling: "About a summer night 21 years ago, after I fell asleep, I started dreaming again, oh, you know, this time is different, and And it was the last time I dreamed of these."

The dream that night was different from usual, there were no bustling streets, no dangerous and mysterious men, and no green network.

But a whole new place.

He was a little excited, because there was no pressure to follow him anymore, he was relaxed and casual.

And in that place, he saw a man in modern dress, about 20 years old.The first time he saw him, he knew that this person must be Qingluo.Although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, he could only see the outline, but how could he admit his mistake?

Vaguely, he knew that Qingluo's appearance had changed, into a familiar attire, and he even doubted whether he was in reality.But except for the person walking slowly, everything shows that this is not his world, not the era he lived in, he is still in a dream.

The man walked past him, obviously not seeing him.He wanted to grab the man and ask what all this was, but he couldn't.

He could only follow behind that person, quietly.But at this time, the man slightly turned his head and looked in his direction, looking at the deserted alley. In a blur, he seemed to see the corner of the man's mouth slightly raised, very gentle, and then the man opened his mouth, as if to say Something was said, but he didn't catch it.

Immediately, the man continued to move forward, after walking for a few miles, he stopped again and looked towards the noisy crowd ahead.

He looked in the direction of that person, and saw that the crowd seemed to be besieging something. In the chaos, he seemed to see a pair of eyes in the crowd, sharp and defensive but extremely bright.

And at that moment, the oppressive feeling that disappeared returned to him, and he felt that the world was spinning and everything was upside down...

"I woke up after that, and since then, I have never had those dreams again." The old man sighed: "After that, I checked the history of ancient China, but I didn't find any relevant ones. Just guess, It might really be another world, or it might just be my own silly fantasy."

An Luo frowned, he couldn't understand what Mr. Jeca said later, could it be...

An Luo held his breath, and clenched his hands slightly nervously: "Mr. Jeca, can I go back?"

"I don't know... Most of the things in this world are beyond people's imagination, maybe everything has its own destiny." The old man looked at An Luo and asked, "Aren't you happy here?"

Hearing this, An Luo didn't speak, but just looked down at the painting album in his hand, his brows were always slightly furrowed, and a faint sense of fatigue filled his body.

Are you happy?he does not know.

The old man let out a long sigh. This person was the same as he remembered, but he seemed to be different.In fact, he is not happy.

He thought for a while and asked, "Since you have been able to come here, it must be because of your connection with this place, either by chance or destiny... After you come to this world, what else is connected to that world?"

An Luo was taken aback for a moment, thinking for a while, and suddenly remembered the rice paper scroll.

He remembered that when selling the painting, the manager said: This painting was discovered in a small city a few months ago. At that time, the painting was covered with silver light, and our archaeologists thought it was some kind of monster.Later, the courageous people took a look and it turned out to be a painting. At that time...

Are you connected to that world...

I talked to the old man about the painting, and the old man immediately clapped his hands happily: "It should be it!"

"Then I'll send it to Mr. Jeca when I return home, thank you."

"Well, but this is just my personal guess, and I'm not sure if it's useful for the old man." The old man didn't want the young man to have too much hope.

An Luo nodded, he naturally understood this truth.

The old man didn't ask An Luo why he came to this world, and his attitude towards An Luo was obviously respectful.An Luo saw it and didn't say anything.

And this night, both of them had too many doubts in their hearts, and it was destined to be a sleepless night...

On the other day, the second round of the international competition qualifiers officially started!