Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

Chapter 160 IX "Countdown to the end chapter: [-]. Next"

At [-]:[-], the first group of the finals of the international qualifier competition is coming to an end.

On the stage in the center of the venue, a woman in red was lying in the arms of a handsome man with a smirk, her fair face was stained red with blood.And the man holding him trembled in pain, his fingertips turned white.

He hugged her body tightly, and after he couldn't feel the breath of the person in his arms, he finally cried like crazy.

In the distance, a peach tree in full bloom swayed gently in the wind, shaking off its blossoming pink blossoms.

While the petals are flying, a flute sound comes softly, slow and melodious, sad and poignant.Accompanied by the sound of the flute, the falling peach petals gradually formed a line of small characters in the wind:

In this life, in this life, grow old with you

Louis closed his eyes gently, and the moment the handwriting gradually faded away, he opened his mouth softly, lonely and lonely: "In this life...to grow old with you..."

As his voice faded away, the scene on the stage gradually blurred amidst the flying peach petals.In the painting, the two are dressed charmingly and their hair is lightly fluttering.Soon, the figures of the two gradually blurred.

Louis watched the man hugging the woman tightly, his trembling body gradually stopped before everything disappeared.Then, as if finally giving up life and death, he pressed his forehead against the woman's face, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. Although it was miserable, it was not a kind of relief.

The atmosphere is too sad, people can't bear to look directly, but they can't bear to look away.

He let out a long sigh, the relationship between Yu Yu and Jiuhua was originally a mistake, destined to end in failure.He closed his eyes and gently took off the earphones, then sat quietly.

ended....

This love-hate draws the last stroke, and ends everything in misery...

There was a strange feeling in the blur between the bodies of the two people embracing each other.

Probably, this ending is not bad.

Quietness gradually returned to my mind, and the lines of the plot disappeared without a sound, leaving only silence.

Warm, touching, sad, poignant, everything is over...

And this performance, they are undoubtedly a success.

Stage plays are more challenging than other forms of performance, and there are no retakes or pauses here.The moment you stand on the stage, you must immediately enter the role, so that you can perfectly integrate yourself with the role.

And dubbing pantomime is definitely more difficult.

It requires perfect cooperation between dubbers and actors, and even a slight mistake is not allowed.

And this performance, they really did it flawlessly.Every frown and smile of the actors blends in tacitly with the dubber, and the low-pitched transitions of the music make people unable to extricate themselves.

Thinking of this, Louis couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, and looked to the side with difficulty concealing his joy: "Ann..."

On the stage, there was a faint sigh, not knowing what it was or who it was.

The excitement on Louis's face was still too late to put away, but his eyes were stunned and confused.

There was no one beside him.

On the screen, the two entangled in life and death gradually turned into dots of white light and disappeared between the blurred world.

The seat next to him was empty, and the earphones were neatly placed next to the machine, as if no one had ever touched it.

"An...An Luo..."

He stood up in a daze, looking at the empty place.At this time, the uneasiness that had appeared before came into his heart even more crazily and ragingly. For a moment, he felt in a trance that he would never see An Luo again in his life.

Soon, he bypassed the position and ran outside, and then grabbed the staff at the door: "Where's An Luo?! Did you see the person who played with me!?"

The staff member was taken aback and struggled subconsciously: "That gentleman ran out just after the game ended, and he couldn't stop him. It seems that there is something urgent..."

"Then did he say where he went?" Louis asked hastily.

The staff thought for a while in silence, then shook their heads: "No."

no……

Louis let go of the man in a daze, and involuntarily recalled the figure he couldn't catch before the game, and his body was cold.

He looked up and looked outside, with a dazed expression.

An Luo...

Where the hell have you been...

………………

City D, China, at eleven o'clock in the evening.

Winter is approaching, and the cold air at night hits the face, bringing a slight tingling sensation.

The young man in a silver windbreaker uniform got off the plane and stood quietly among the crowd. He slightly raised his eyes to look at the gray sky outside the airport, feeling powerless.

It wasn't until a childish cry suddenly sounded beside him that he withdrew his gaze as if waking up from a dream, and then strode out.

Probably affected by the weather, most of the pedestrians on the road didn't speak much, they were quiet with each other, only the sound of low and heavy footsteps came and went.In a trance, there is a sense of loneliness in the world, the desolation of only one person left

For An Luo, this place is unfamiliar, but it is also a place that is familiar to the bone.

He has only been to this place twice, but in his memory, there are countless memories about it.

And this sudden feeling reminded him of the fact that he didn't belong to this world all the time.

Following the direction he remembered, he slowly walked towards the narrow apartment.

The phone in his pocket trembled slightly, and when he opened it, it was Qi Feng.There was a cold wind blowing in his face, he couldn't help shaking his sleeves, and moved forward against the wind.Looking up into the distance, there are only strange passers-by.The phone was still shaking, but he just put it back in his pocket.

On the huge light screen next to the building, a smart and capable female anchor smiled and looked at the camera, introducing the latest news from all over the world.

"At eight o'clock this morning, Mr. Jackson, the famous composer of country f, died of illness in the hospital. According to related news, Mr. Jackson has been ill..."

"Recent news has spread that Gao Shiyi, the son of the Gao family, and Zhou Liang, the son of the Zhou family, will get engaged at the Shenghua Hotel in D City. The news has been confirmed so far. The guests at the engagement banquet are all big business figures in various fields. The cooperation between the two companies is becoming more and more frequent, and I believe that after the marriage, they will jointly launch better products..."

"At two o'clock this afternoon, the International Amateur Performance Competition held in the United States came to an end. The American AOC team won the championship, and the Chinese Nanhai ia team also won the third place. The difference between the two teams is less than ten. Now, the final scene of the competition will be broadcast."

As the female anchor's voice fell, a light screen appeared beside her, and on the light screen, the entire venue of the competition was displayed.

An Luo paused slightly, then raised her head lightly to look at the light screen next to the building.

On the screen, his teammates were crying.

Unwillingness, disappointment, regret, complex emotions, simple performance.

With a small gap of six points, they lost.

But the scene was full of encouragement and applause resounding through the sky, accompanied by inspiring voices, everyone cried.And amidst the tears, someone laughed again, brilliantly.

Kim stood in front of the team and bowed greatly to all the players.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Everyone wiped away their tears and smiled.Bowing hard towards Kim, the voice is cool and cool: "Thanks for your hard work."

In the venue, the applause became more intense.

After the team received the badge of honor, all members walked to the center of the venue together to pay tribute to each other.

When the two teams walked to the center of the venue neatly, it was clear that the South China Sea team was not full of players.

Taking a closer look, the oriental young man standing behind Louis is gone, and someone else is standing in his place.

Under the dazzling flashlight, Engels' expression was unprecedentedly serious, his sharp eyes scanned the South China Sea team back and forth, and he asked in a deep voice, "What about him? Where's An Luo?"

Louis opened his mouth softly, and smiled weakly under the flashing light: "I don't know either..."

The dialogue between the two echoed in every corner of the venue, and people made puzzled voices: "That's right, why is that Anluo gone?"

"Hey, I think his voice is very familiar... I seem to have heard it somewhere before... No, it's not the sound, it's the feeling..."

"Why do I feel that the Nanhai team's game is weird... Although it is also very good, but it makes people feel that the state is not right... An Luo seems to be him. His scenes are very good, but I always feel strange... It's as if... that voice is getting farther and farther away."

"An Luo...An Luo...It feels so familiar..."

"Have you noticed that the voices of An Luo and Louis are similar! But I don't know why I can tell which is An Luo and which is not, and I feel that An Luo's performance has a sense of Louis... No, that's not right, there is a shadow of An Luo in Louis' performance!"

"Where is An Luo! Where are people!"

"Is something wrong?!"

"An Luo... I've only listened to his two scenes, why do I have an inexplicable sense of familiarity! I seem to have heard it somewhere recently!"

"I think An Luo and Louis are amazing! The performance is flawless! But there is one thing... I think An Luo's performance is so beautiful and sad. Although they lost the game, in my opinion, they He is the champion!"

Amidst the noise, a man suddenly stood up in the front row—Du Chuan of the Beihai ia team.Due to the eye-catching location, the camera specially gave a big shot.

In the camera, Du Chuan had a pale face, and said loudly with trembling lips: "An Luo, he's Qingluo...he's Qingluo! He's es!!"

"He appeared...es...it was him..."

es, Anluo, Qingluo...

Which one is the real him...

An Luo indifferently withdrew her gaze, paused under the light screen for a few seconds, then turned and left.

On the light screen, people were shocked and stunned, and finally screamed excitedly...

However, the sky in City D is still dim and gloomy. Even if the city lights are gorgeous and beautiful, they cannot illuminate it.

An Luo went back to the small apartment, then lay down on the bed without doing anything, and quietly closed her eyes in exhaustion.

This time, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the confusion, An Luo knew that he had a dream.

The dream is very dark, there is a long icy lake, a towering pavilion, and plum blossoms floating.

In the dream, in the lake, there is a person.

He stepped into the lake, and slowly approached the dreamer in the darkness and depth.

This time, he successfully walked towards him.

It was a shadow with a strange posture. He was half-sitting in the lake, with long hair fluttering, but his whole body was covered in darkness, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The old man said that it was a man named Qingluo.

But he still stepped forward lightly, hugging the man in his arms.Put all your weight on that person, and pass on his exhaustion to that person.

He leaned against him gently, his eyes half closed weakly, his hair fluttering, and his body was cold.

In the darkness, someone let out a long sigh, breaking the silence of the dream.

"Si Yu..."

On the second day, An Luo found the manager who had given him the painting and asked him where he found the ancient painting.The other party obviously still remembered him, and pointed the way happily.

"It was discovered at the ancient building in Xishi. When the detector responded, I hurried over to see it. Who knew it was still glowing at that time. The researchers were not less frightened, haha. But we didn't know that there would be paintings in that place. I thought, after all, the ancient buildings in Xishi were built in modern times, and some good things were discovered before. But the painting is good, but the value is not very high. It’s rare that you like it so much, haha, it’s considered that you didn’t give it away for nothing. "

An Luo smiled faintly: "Someone gave me a pair before, but I didn't cherish it. It's fate to see it here."

"the same?"

"It's just similar."

After bidding farewell to the manager, An Luo headed towards the place he said, which was a bit far away, and it took half an hour by car to get there.

Xishi Ancient Building, as the name suggests, this place is like a brand new world, with blue tiles and red porcelain, pavilions and small gardens.

The scenery is unique, all of which are antique, but it does not live up to the word "ancient building".

It was only eight o'clock in the morning, and there was no one there.An Luo went round and round all the way, wandering around the ancient buildings in the West Market for two hours.

A little girl who had met several times looked up at him, blinking her clean eyes: "Big brother, who are you looking for?"

An Luo smiled lightly, and said in a cool voice, "I didn't find anyone."

"Oh..." The little girl seemed to understand, and asked again: "Then you are waiting for someone, big brother, who are you waiting for?"

An Luo paused for a moment, then raised her eyes to look at the distant pavilion.

"I don't know either, I just know that I'm waiting for him."

………………

America, life is delicious.

Crazy Long Han and the others gave the painting to the old man Jeca, and then followed Ferguson into the lounge. Ferguson smiled: "Please rest here for a while, and serve some good food right away. You are all friends of Anluo, please do You're welcome."

The madman bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Okay, I've heard about your place a long time ago, and I've always wanted to come."

"Then I'll make arrangements first, please wait a moment."

As soon as Ferguson left, Long Han immediately let out a long sigh: "The squad leader is doing well here...Qingluo, es..."

Lin Jin's expression didn't change, he was thoughtful: "Why is An Luo so anxious to give that painting to Mr. Jeca..."

"It doesn't matter, the monitor is really mean. It's fine if you don't tell us such an important matter, and you won't answer the phone call!" : "Where did you go... monitor..."

In the study room, the old man put on his glasses and carefully studied the ancient rice paper painting in his hand, with a solemn expression.Xiaojie didn't dare to disturb him for a while, and after standing beside him for a long time, he quietly left the study and stood in the corridor.

An Luo...

who are you...

In the study room, the old man looked carefully along the lines several times but couldn't see any mystery. He sighed slightly and put down the scroll and placed it on the table.

Thinking of the people who brought the paintings over, he glanced at the paintings on the table and planned to find out about An Luo, but he was stunned by the hasty glance.

Immediately, he grabbed the painting and yelled in a panic: "Xiaojie...Xiaojie!! Hurry... Hurry up and find Qingluo...the traces...the traces are disappearing!!!"

Xiaojie ran in nervously: "What's wrong, Grandpa?!"

"Go and find An Luo! Tell him that the traces of the painting are disappearing!!"

Xiaojie didn't understand, seeing the panic-stricken look of the old man, he immediately lost his attention. Hearing what he said, he rushed to find the lunatic and the others.

The old man slumped down on the chair in a daze, his body was cold, and then he threw himself on the table, covering the lines of the ancient painting with his hands, trying to prevent the lines from fading.

"Painting traces...painting traces...qingluo..."

On the scroll, the figure of the person holding the umbrella became blurred at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a line of writing was slowly disappearing.

China, City D, 12:27 noon.

After leaving the West Market Ancient Building, An Luo returned to the apartment exhausted.

On the way, he suddenly looked up at the gray sky, a strange sense of unease came to his heart, and his fingers were cold.

The next second, the phone rang.

Quickly opened it and saw that Qi Feng was calling.The uneasiness in his heart grew stronger, and he picked it up without thinking.With the sound of 'ding', the image of the old man Jeca appeared in front of him instantly.

I saw the old man in the picture with a vicissitudes of life and a flustered expression. Seeing him, the old man suddenly shouted: "Qingluo... the traces of the painting are disappearing!!"

The traces are disappearing...

An Luo was in a daze, then quickly hung up the phone and ran towards the airport.

His location is not far from the airport, and he reached the periphery of the airport after running for five or six minutes.Just as he was about to run in, a car maliciously blocked his way.

An Luo frowned, feeling more and more uneasy, because the car just blocked him from getting in.

The car door opened, and a young man in gorgeous clothes came down, and then looked at him from above with a mocking expression on his face.

"Yo, it's really you, I thought I was wrong."

An Luo looked at him coldly: "Why don't you let me go."

"Why? Because the young master is not happy." The man sneered, leaning lazily on the car: "Do you know who I am, but I..."

"I don't know." An Luo interrupted him coldly.

The man's face flushed, and his eyes suddenly showed a fierce look: "He is quite good at talking, Gao Shiyi is fucking blind. Let me tell you that I am his fiance! What are you, why should he be the one?" With so many people humiliating me!"

fiancé?

Thinking of the news he heard yesterday, An Luo frowned slightly: "Please let me go."

"In the past?" Zhou Liang snorted coldly, his eyes were vicious: "You have good news, you even know that he will go back today."

Just as he was talking, he saw Gao Shiyi coming out of the airport.Seeing An Luo from a distance, he immediately smiled in surprise.Glancing at Zhou Liang next to him, his expression froze, unable to hide his disgust.

Zhou Liang was furious, and pushed An Luo fiercely: "Get the fuck out of me!!"

An Luo was unprepared, and staggered back.

Zhou Liang's menacing appearance attracted many people to watch. They looked at the two thoughtfully and whispered.

An Luo stabilized her body, looked at him with cold eyes: "What are you going to do?"

"What are you doing?" Zhou Liang cursed, and looked at him fiercely: "I want to ask you what the hell you want to do!"

An Luo looked indifferent, he resisted the strong uneasiness in his heart, and opened his mouth to say something.

However, before he could utter a word, he closed his eyes uncomfortably because of the two dazzling headlights that quickly came into his eyes...

A car speeds by.

――It will hit! !

"An Luo!!"

At the airport traffic monitoring department, the staff who saw this scene got up: "Attention! Attention! Outside the airport..."

Before he finished speaking, he froze in place.

I saw that the car stopped with harsh brakes, and the place he ran over was empty...

Far away, a picture scroll fell gently to the ground, and on the picture scroll, there was only white paper...

Someone stopped in front of the building, felt the sudden coldness on his face, and looked up at the sky suspiciously.

"Snowing?"