Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

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No one knew that Qing Luo had met Si Yu long before they met in the restaurant.

That was many years ago, when Qingluo was less than ten years old.But that person was already a teenager.

It was a very cold day, with heavy snow flying, cold wind howling, and the chill was piercing.The child lost his way because of the flying snow, and he stumbled and walked to a magnificent place without a doubt.

Large swaths of bright red spread far away, and the cold air is mixed with the unique fragrance of petals.

The childish boy stood there for a long time in the wind and snow, quietly watching the petals gently falling and blending with the snow-white earth.

Just as he could see his mind, there was a low sound of a flute not far away.The sound of the flute could not be said to be unparalleled, but it had an inexplicable attraction to him.

It is probably because of the loneliness that cannot be ignored in the song, or maybe he was puzzled at the time, and when he came back to his senses, he had already stepped behind the Merlin.

Following the sound of the flute, there is a calm and clear lake in front of it, where snowflakes fall gently, and soon melt away.And there is a long wooden ladder by the lake leading directly to the lake. Looking along the wooden ladder, you can see the small pavilion in the middle of the lake at the end of the wooden ladder.

And the sound of the flute came from there.

The cold wind blows past, and the child stares blankly at the vague pavilion in the middle of the lake, with the low and lonely sound of the flute lingering in his ears.

At the end of the song, the performer in the pavilion in the middle of the lake paused slightly, and then played the flute again.

In the wind and snow, Zhitong stepped out and walked slowly towards the center of the lake.

The sound of the flute is soft and low, with a touch of sadness and loneliness.But it seems that in this cold night, there is a thrilling beauty.

As his eyes widened, Zhitong gradually saw the back of the whistler in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

There was a slightly sideways body, wearing a dark brocade dress, with his head half down, so he couldn't see his face clearly.And in his hand was an ordinary brown wooden flute, which looked rather crude.

But the childish child felt that that flute was probably the most exquisite and expensive wooden flute in the world.Because no matter how far the distance is, even if he can't see the man's expression clearly, he can still feel that the man cherishes the wooden flute.

This intuition is a little weak, and even has no basis, but the childish child has never questioned it.

Just as he was in a trance, the man in the middle of the lake suddenly stopped playing and turned his head to look in his direction.

The childish child was startled, and the moment the man looked over, he strode back helplessly. After a quick glance at his face, he rushed out of the Merlin, and hid in the bushes in the distance.

And this radical move, even he didn't know why.

A few months later, he found out that the man was called Si Yu...

Six years later, on a snowy night, the man sat on the attic, toasting him and chuckling.

"Young master, don't you feel the cold? How about drinking a cup of warm wine?"

Now, he reappeared beside that person in the appearance of an outsider.At this time, the other party was in the state of a teenager.

Qingluo slowly opened her eyes, the candles had already been extinguished, and the room was dimly lit, only the faint outlines could be seen slightly by the weak lights outside the inn.Next to him lay a strange yet familiar boy.

He knew that none of them could sleep peacefully.

The snow outside the house has stopped, and there is no rustling of the cold wind, everything seems quiet and silent.

He glanced lightly at the young man beside him, and in the silence, said lightly, "Why did they hit you?"

His voice was too calm, too calm and clear, making people feel unreal.No one could hear any of his emotions.

The boy's body froze, and he couldn't help but hold the hand hanging by his side tightly.He opened his eyes and looked ahead, his eyes full of forbearance and gloom.

He didn't answer, and he didn't ask further.

Except for the warmth that does not belong to them coming from their sides, it seems that there is no other person in this dark room.

The young man kept his initial posture and did not dare to move, probably because he was afraid that the warmth would disappear if he disturbed the man beside him.

After a long time, the boy let go of his clenched hands and spoke softly in the silent room.

"I didn't steal anything..."

The voice died away, and there was no other sound except shallow and regular breathing.

The young man couldn't help but turned his head and looked over quietly. With the help of the faint light, he saw the man's sleeping face.Just like when he was awake, he frowned slightly, as if he was hiding all kinds of thoughts, and it seemed that his life was ordinary and far away from the world.

In the silence, he probed quietly.

"Are you asleep?"

No one responded.

The boy turned over slightly, carefully grabbed the man's skirt, and then closed his eyes with satisfaction.

But in his heart, strange emotions gradually surged.All the satisfaction and gratitude have turned into grievances that have nowhere to confide.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes again.His eyes were dark and gloomy, with a shocking coldness.

In the cold winter night, someone opened his lips lightly and said a word that even he didn't know the meaning of.

The voice disappeared in the quiet night, as if it had never appeared.

"This is...you owe me."

The next day, when Qingluo woke up, the young man was curled up beside her, hugging his wrist like greedy and warm, looking pitiful.

And the wounds on his face had turned into bruises. Although the large and small wounds on his body had healed up a lot, they still looked scary. I was afraid that if he gently pulled the wounds, the pain would spread all over his body.

The snow had stopped, Qingluo raised her eyes and looked out the window, the light poured into the room, bringing the first trace of vitality in the winter morning.

He covered the boy with a quilt, got out of bed lightly, washed himself up and went out.

Nanyang City is a city located in the north, several months away from Huanan City.Although this place is far from Beijing, it is also prosperous.Early in the morning, there are vendors everywhere, crowds flow, high eaves and red walls, lively and prosperous.

Come to think of it, it's almost the New Year's Eve.

Qingluo left the inn, went to grab some medicines, thought about the money, and went to choose a change of clothes for the young man.

There is an unknown tree by the small lake in the city, but it is still full of branches and leaves in the cold winter months. The white snow with blue branches and leaves is reflected in the lake, which is really beautiful.

Qingluo couldn't help but stop slightly, raised her head and watched quietly for a long time.It wasn't until there was a cold wind blowing that his face turned cold, and he suddenly regained his senses.When he looked up again, he couldn't help sighing secretly, and walked away.

Back at the inn, the young man was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, seeing him come back, his eyes lighted up a little.

"You're back."

"Yeah." Qingluo handed him the clothes, walked to the side of the tub prepared by the store and tried the water temperature: "Let's freshen up first."

The young man looked down at the clothes in his hand, then looked up at the seriousness of the man, and only after a while did he respond in a low voice.

"Ah."

Qingluo sat down at the wooden table and arranged the medicines one by one according to the doctor's instructions, and looked back after hearing the silence.I saw the boy holding the clothes and looking at the wooden barrel with a hesitant look, sometimes looking at the clothes and sometimes looking at the wooden barrel, but most of the time he was looking at him.

Seeing this appearance, he couldn't help but smile slightly, with a handsome face: "Why, do you want me to help you?"

Hearing this, the young man hurriedly shook his head, took off his clothes a few times and jumped into the water, and then his whole body shrank under the chin.

Just as she was about to look away, she saw a familiar object between the boy's neck, Qingluo frowned, got up and walked over.

The boy looked at him defensively.

Qingluo stroked her sleeves, and reached out to pick up the jade hanging on the boy's chest.Upon closer inspection, he couldn't help but be surprised, this jade pendant is of high quality and fine workmanship, in the white jade, there are traces of cyan that seem to exist or not.On the jade body, a few fine brush strokes were withered to form the word "Yu".

And this jade pendant was actually what he pawned yesterday.

Even the handwriting on the jade has an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Seeing this, the young man hurriedly snatched the jade pendant back from him, his face was defensive, his eyes were sharp and fierce, exactly the same as when he faced the person who beat him up yesterday.

Qingluo didn't mind, but just looked at him indifferently: "Where did you get this jade pendant?"

The young man looked at him silently, his eyes were gloomy and fierce, like a cold beast, he might cull his prey at any time, and he never showed any weakness forward.

The two looked at each other, one was indifferent and the other was gloomy and defensive.

Finally, Qingluo withdrew her gaze, sat back at the wooden table and placed the last medicine, got up and walked out the door with her sleeves stroked.

The boy's expression froze, he grabbed the wall of the barrel, his eyes flustered: "Where are you going?"

Qingluo stopped and looked back at him faintly: "I'll be back later."

The young man stared blankly at the man leaving without stopping, he was more decisive than anyone he had ever seen.He tightly held the jade pendant on his chest, his fingertips were cold.

"You lied to me……"

Qingluo left the inn, and walked straight to yesterday's pawnshop.The pawn shop guy still remembered him and hurriedly greeted him to enter the shop.

"Is the young master here to pawn things today?"

Qingluo shook her head: "The jade ornament that was pawned yesterday, has it been transferred to someone else?"

The guy laughed when he heard it: "Master, you are just joking. You are doing something. The deadline is too early, so how could we transfer it out. How about I take it out and show it to you?"

"It's unnecessary, I'm bothering you today."

"fine."

After leaving the pawn shop, Qingluo was puzzled.This jade pendant is not a thing of this world, no matter the workmanship or texture, there is no second similar piece here.The piece in the young man's hand, except for the handwriting, is not the same.

Moreover, the word 'Yu' on the jade is also extremely familiar.

Future life, today's life, past life, when will it end?

When she couldn't think about it, she stopped thinking hard, and Qingluo walked back to the inn.As he approached from a distance, he saw the young man standing upright at the door, his eyes fixed on the front.Previously, the wounds on the body were covered with dust, but now the dust is washed away.She has long hair in a high bun, well-fitting clothes, and a handsome figure. Although she is young and immature, she can vaguely see her future demeanor.

Gradually overlap with the people in Qingluo's memory.

Seeing Qingluo approaching, the young man looked at him straight.After looking at it for a long time as if uncertain, he whispered: "I really came back..."

Qingluo was speechless for a while, just walked to his side: "Go back."

"Ah."

After returning to the room, the inn clerk brought the food, and the two ate in silence.

The young man raised his eyes and looked at the man opposite. No matter what kind of clothes, no matter what kind of food, no matter what kind of actions, this man can show a unique demeanor.

He put down his chopsticks, took off the jade pendant around his neck, and handed it to the other party.

Qingluo just glanced at it indifferently: "What do you do for me?"

"Don't you like it?"

Qingluo smiled lightly: "It's just curiosity."

The boy looked at him puzzled.

"You are obviously in a difficult situation, but you still carry such precious jade. Although the clothes on your body are worn out, you can see that the fabric is exquisite." Qingluo paused slightly, still calm and indifferent: "It must not be a child of an ordinary family."

The boy didn't continue, but looked down at the jade in his hand, rubbing the writing on it back and forth with his fingertips.

"I'm looking for someone."

The movements of Qingluo's hands paused.

"He gave it to me. He asked me to come to Nanyang to look for him. But I don't know where he is, and I haven't found him after searching for a long time."

"Who is he?"

The boy was slightly taken aback, then shook his head: "I don't know."

"Then how did he let you find him?"

"I don't know..." The young man's expression was gentle, but he was a bit dazed: "My mother told me that before I was born, he saved my mother. After I was born, he gave me this jade pendant."

"Since you are looking for grace, why are you the only one here?" Qing Luo frowned and looked at the young man, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

The young man put on the jade pendant: "I remember that man told me to come to Nanyang to find him. But my mother said that I was less than ten days old when he left."

No one can know what happened outside when he was born less than ten days ago, let alone remember it for several years.

Seeing the man's calm expression, the teenager couldn't figure out whether he believed him or not.

But after thinking about it, who would believe this?

The man across from him put down his bowl and chopsticks, and looked up at him calmly.The cloud was calm and clear, and he asked, "Are you still looking for it?"

He believes what he says?

The boy lost his mind for a moment, then nodded, then shook his head slightly: "I seem to have found him, but I don't know where he is."

This is undoubtedly contradictory, but looking at the boy's expression, it makes people feel that he probably really found it, but he doesn't know where the other party is.

Qingluo didn't ask any more questions, but just looked out of the window lightly: "Then I'll take you home."

The boy was silent.

For a long time, he heard the man's flat and pleasant voice, as if asking him, but also seemed to be talking alone.

"What's your name."

"My name is Si Yu."