Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

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In the snow-white land, a white-haired old man walked deeper into the snow with a young child, holding a scroll in his hand.

The young child looked into the distance expectantly with big bright eyes, shaking the hem of the old man's clothes, and said in a clear and childish voice, "Grandpa, go faster."

The old man smiled lovingly and quickened his pace.A fine snow fell into his clothes, bringing a chill, and he couldn't help shaking his sleeves: "Where are you going, grandson?"

The young child let go of the old man and ran forward happily.The old man was puzzled and hurriedly followed.

"Grandpa, look."

Stopping next to the young boy, the old man looked up and was stunned in place.

It was a gorgeous red, occupying the eyes like a raging and beautiful flame, especially beautiful in the snowy day.The cold wind came with the white snow, blowing the blossoming red plum petals.The old man reached out to pick up the petals, and was in the sea of ​​flowers floating down.

Seen from a distance, the plum groves spread far away, alluring like fire, accompanied by white snow, accompanied by cold wind, fluttering down one after another.

After living in Nanyang City for decades, he didn't even know that this place has such a magnificent scenery.

The young boy happily ran into the falling plum petals, his eyes were clear and bright, he looked at the bewildered old man, and happily picked up a few petals on the ground: "Grandpa, it is said in the book that there will be people who follow the plum fragrance and step on the white snow." Is the immortal who came here real?"

The old man restrained his mind, looked up at the fluttering and falling petals, and said with kindness in his eyes, "It's true."

"Then I'll wait for him here."

"Haha, not everyone can see gods."

The young boy curled his lips, still looking forward to it.

"Then I come every year, and I will always meet."

Some petals fluttered down gently, circling in the air with the cold wind, and finally fell on the young child.

The flowers bloom and fall, and every winter here will usher in a magnificent scenery.When the snow falls the heaviest, it is often also the time when the plum color is the most colorful. In the white snow, there is a thrilling beauty.

And every year, there will always be people waiting here, but they have never seen the fairy who followed Meixiang and stepped on the snow in the book.

Cold comes and goes, autumn harvests and winter storage.

Another year of severe cold winter, another year of plum color still.

In the wind and snow, the gray-haired old man came slowly with a cane, standing between the plum petals as in the past, looking into the distance.

And among Merlin, he was always the only one.

After an unknown amount of time, a gust of cold wind blew in, and the old man couldn't help taking a deep breath.

But before lowering his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a faint white quietly appearing in the snow-white field, among the flying plum petals.

The old man took a tight breath, and his eyes couldn't help turning red.

In the end, he raised the corner of his mouth, turned around gently, and left Merlin quietly.

From the beginning to the end, he never looked at that distance.

And in the far corner that was deliberately ignored, a man in a long silver coat stood quietly.

The plum petals fluttered one after another, and the wind blew past, shaking his long clothes and his broken hair.

He always quietly raised his head and looked up at the plum branches, standing there for a long time in the wind and snow.

In silence, no one will ever know.As the plum petals fluttered down, tears slowly slid down the corners of the man's eyes.

He gently stroked the place where the tears slid, with a lonely expression.

Tears slipped gently.

But even he didn't know why he was crying.

Qingluo closed her eyes slowly, feeling the cold and the fragrance of flowers, with a lonely expression.

He is tired.

What kind of world is it this time?

The cold wind was still blowing non-stop, but Qingluo couldn't feel the slightest chill.

He sat down in the snow along the plum tree, leaning against the trunk as if falling asleep.

If someone came, they would be shocked by the sight in front of them.

In the cold wind and snow, a cool and handsome short-haired man was peacefully sleeping under the plum tree, wearing a strange silver-white windbreaker, with a calm expression and slightly frowning brows, as if he was about to melt into the snow.The petals fell on his body, peaceful and beautiful, like a scroll.

Qingluo was like having a dream. In the dream, he experienced many things and met many people.But after waking up from the dream, he was still in a strange place.

Before night fell, Qingluo left Merlin by instinct.

Looking towards the city from the small road, even in the severe winter, there are still figures moving around.

It's just a hundred lights, which one belongs to him?

After entering the city, because of his weird attire, he attracted a lot of attention along the way.

Qing Luo was still wearing the uniform from the international competition, and this also reminded him that everything was not a dream.

It's almost night, Qingluo doesn't have any silver taels on her body, but there is a white accessory on her waist, which was distributed by the organizer of the competition, so the quality of the jade is not too bad.There is also the uniform on his body, the fabric is excellent, and the workmanship is fine. Although the style is a bit weird to people, you still have to try it.

After inquiring about the location of the pawn shop, Qingluo went straight away.

After walking through a narrow alley, he suddenly stopped and looked back at the empty alleyway.A strange sense of familiarity grew in my heart out of thin air, as if there was someone here.

"Blue... network..."

Faintly heard someone calling him, the voice was very small, as if thousands of miles away.

Qingluo frowned slightly, thinking of something in a trance.He looked up at the empty alleyway and smiled faintly.

"Mr. Jeca, thank you."

After the words faded away, he turned and left the alley without any hesitation.

The cold wind was blowing, and the silver-white windbreaker on his body was blown behind him, and his broken hair swayed.Under the gloomy winter sky, everything is covered with ink-splashed shadows.

Xiao Suo's wind knife cut his face, adding a bit of thinness to his plain and cold face.

After Moyo walked a dozen steps, there was a sudden noise in the distance.Qingluo glanced at the empty place behind her, stroked the snow stains on her shoulders, stopped and looked calmly at the place where the crowd was clamoring.

I saw five or six strong men surrounded by someone, not tall, probably a child.The few people were relentless, kicking and beating while swearing.

"Bah, little brat!"

"Tired of life, right?"

"Okay, okay, it's hard to explain if you kill him."

"Understood, have a longer memory!"

After all, several people kicked and beat them a few more times before leaving.The onlookers around sighed, but they didn't dare to say anything, and they left silently.

Qingluo's expression remained unchanged, and she looked down at the young man who was curled up on the ground.There were a few feet between them, one was lying on the ground full of scars and dust, and the other was standing in the distance calmly.

The boy quickly got up from the ground, and even though his body was covered with scars, he still bit his lips tightly and did not make any sound.

Probably sensing that someone was looking at him, the young man looked in Qingluo's direction with vigilant eyes.

In an instant, Qingluo saw the young man's face clearly, her heart tightened suddenly, something strange and eager made him tremble involuntarily, and his throat was dry.

And the boy in the distance also froze on the ground.

The two just looked at each other like this for an unknown amount of time.

Qingluo maintained her superficial calm, and walked slowly to the boy's side, who was half-sitting stiffly on the ground and looked up at him with difficulty.

Then, the boy saw the clean man squatting in front of him, and asked him in a nice but trembling voice, "Does it hurt?"

Does it hurt?

It hurts, of course it hurts.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qingluo carefully looked at the scars on his body.These people were really vicious, but they were just children, but they were beaten to pieces.Asking if it hurts is obviously meaningless.

His eyes sank, he picked up the boy and walked towards the nearby medical center.The boy froze for a moment, then struggled in his arms.

Qingluo looked down at him and said softly: "Don't move."

Hearing this, the young man struggled tentatively, then curled up quietly in his embrace.

"Please ask the doctor to bandage the child's wound."

Temporarily handing the boy over to the doctor, Qingluo went to a pawnshop to pawn accessories, changed clothes and pawned a uniform.

The jade used in the accessories is quite good, and the pawnshop owner also likes it, and gave a good price.

And the uniform itself is a delicate thing that ordinary people can't have, so it can naturally be bought at a good price.

Qingluo thanked her, left the pawn shop and went to sell a few buns before returning to the medical clinic.

The young man was sitting on a chair with medicine applied to the wound. He didn't dare to move for a while, lowered his head and said nothing.

Hearing footsteps approaching, he immediately looked up.I saw the man in brocade clothes from before changed into an ordinary white cloth and came slowly, with a calm and breezy posture.

It was only when he got closer that he could clearly see the steamed bun wrapped in rice paper in his hand.For a moment, the young man lowered his head in silence, obviously he should be weeping with gratitude, but he couldn't hide his grievance.

Seeing that he looked pitiful, Qingluo just handed him the bun in her hand, and said calmly, "What's wrong?"

The boy was silent.

After a while, the dull voice sounded softly, with a strong nasal sound.

"your clothes……"

Qingluo sat beside him casually, and when she heard this, she raised her head and looked at the white snow outside the medical hall, with a calm expression: "It's just something outside of me."

The two sat side by side, speechless and silent.The young man held the bun carefully, and couldn't help but secretly glanced at the man beside him.

The man kept looking outside, wondering what he was thinking, with a flat expression, which seemed to be colder than the snow that filled the sky outside.

The cold wind blew in, piercingly cold.On a cold winter night, desolate and cold.

Qingluo got up and asked the doctor to take some medicine for the trauma before she settled the silver taels.

"Let's go."

After leaving the hospital, I was plunged into cold.Qingluo frowned slightly, this night, I'm afraid it will get colder and colder.

Hearing the footsteps behind him stop slowly, he turned to look at the young man behind him.

The boy looked at him silently.

As the cold wind blew, the white cloth on Qingluo's body fluttered slightly, her demeanor was pure, her expression indifferent, but there was a faint smile in her eyes that the young man couldn't detect.

"Are you going to sleep on the street here?"

"But……"

Qingluo turned and walked forward indifferently, leaving only the youth behind.In the cold wind, his voice reached the young man's ears, a little unreal.

"In the future, you will pay me back."

The young man clenched the hem of his clothes by his side, the man had already walked away, and he seemed to have gradually lost his sight in the snow.

The cold wind blows, blowing coldly on the face.

So, on this cold night, the boy ran to catch up with the man, and followed him silently.

"In the future, I will pay you back."

"Ah."