Blue Bridge Spring Snow Waiting for Your Return

Blue Bridge Spring Snow Waiting for Your Return

Author: Bai Gu

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This article is a full-time master's fanart, because I don't know much about the original work, so I set up a lot of it privately, please don't pay attention!I really like Lanqiao Chunxue (Blue River, stunning).

Lanqiao Chunxue is waiting for your return.

My blue bridge is very powerful, it's not stupid and sweet!

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Ye Xiu, Lan Qiao (Xu Boyuan, Lan He) ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: Ye Lan, full-time, rebirth

Rebirth

In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest.

How many encounters in life are accidental, inadvertently looking back, unintentionally rubbing shoulders, and deliberately calculating...In the vast sea of ​​people, in the emptiness of the mirror, the water and the moon, listening to the wind singing, quietly watching the flowers bloom, in a blink of an eye, the clouds start to dream, Looking back suddenly, I realized that I was a guest.

When he sat in this familiar yet unfamiliar hut again, the two years seemed like an illusory dream, no matter how real it was, it seemed to be just entanglements in the dream, and when he woke up from the dream, everything returned to the original point.

Yes, everything is back to square one.

He returned to two years ago from two years later, back to the time when he was still immersed in the glory and couldn't extricate himself. At this time, he had just come to the tenth district to open up wasteland not long ago, and he had just met the person who let him go after a long time. He was maddened by the glorious textbook Master Ye Xiu. At this time, he hadn't returned home, hadn't had the operation, and hadn't "accidentally" died on the operating table.

At that moment, he really felt that he was so far away from death, and fear flooded him like a tide. When he woke up, he was sitting here again. The calendar on the desk showed the time two years ago, and everything in the room was familiar and Unfamiliar, the broken white porcelain cup is placed intact on the right hand side of the table, even the Xiuzhu ink painting on it is not the slightest deviation, the green prickly pear is placed on the left hand side, without the pocket version of Huang Shaoyeyu that he later pasted on it Yinwu Bingyu is bothering, and Huang Shao's peripheral figures on the wall are also missing the ones he posted in the past two years.

If those two years were a dream, then the dream was too real.

If it wasn't a dream, was he reborn?Like the protagonist in the novel, but he is not the protagonist with a deepened halo, he is just an ordinary person, a shrinking turtle.

In his heart, he prefers to believe that everything that exists is real, otherwise, he can't fool himself, that tired but happy mood is just a dream.

At that time, he was frustrated, so he chose glory. Now, he is heartbroken, and only glory is left.

There is nothing more terrifying than knowing that you are going to die, and nothing is more relaxing than knowing that you are going to die.

When Lan Qiao sat in front of the computer desk in a trance, his expression was indescribably relieved. The picture on the screen was a map in Glory, and a white-haired swordsman in blue was standing on the bustling street at night, motionless , with a mechanical expressionless face, out of tune with the hustle and bustle around him.

The words "Blue Bridge Spring Snow" and "Lanxi Pavilion" are hung above the swordsman's head.

It was raining in the game, and many people bought umbrellas to hold them. At a glance, only Lanqiao Chunxue stood in the cold rain line like a fool. as cold as yours.

I don't want to make things difficult for others, but there are always people who make things difficult for him!

Recalling the scene at the moment of death, he was unexpectedly calm, because he suddenly discovered that he had seen through many things.

For example, this world is very fair. It used to be glorious, but fell into hell in a blink of an eye, no different from ordinary people.

For example, the world is not fair, and kindness and sincerity do not necessarily lead to equal treatment.

For example, his parents love him very much, but they love his hands even more. Medicine is their lifelong pursuit, but not his.

For example, he has no shame in his heart, but he really failed to live up to a person's wholehearted dependence and waiting.

……

For example, he hates a person very much, but he finds that what he hates the most is himself, the self who is too cowardly to resist the world he doesn't like.

……

Just when Lan Qiao was thinking wildly, a mechanical sound of a system message alert woke him up. Before his consciousness could react, his hand had already opened the message interface by reflex.

[Private chat] Bi Yanfei: Lao Lan, why are you standing on the street in a daze!Why don't you go to bed early when you're so free?

Lan Qiao froze for a moment, and switched the chat interface to the game interface, only to realize that at some point, Lan Qiao Chunxue had already stood in front of an ammunition expert holding an umbrella, looking at him across the air, with a "pen" hanging above his head. Yan Fei" and "Lanxi Pavilion".

Bi Yanfei, like Lan Qiao, is one of the five masters of Lanxi Pavilion, and also his good friend.

Familiar titles and familiar people slowly sobered Lan Qiao's bewildered mind. He secretly complained about Lan Qiao Chunxue and Bi Yanfei's inexplicable and strange positions, and then neatly typed the news to Bi Yanfei.

"Crack, click, click..."

[Private Chat] Lanqiao Chunxue: It's okay, I just left for something.

Over there, Bi Yanfei seemed to have been waiting for his news. As soon as Lan Qiao's news passed, he immediately replied.

[Private Chat] Bi Yanfei: Oh, I thought you had a convulsion!

Lan Qiao rolled his eyes speechlessly, and quickly tapped a series of ellipsis to express his indescribable mood.

[Private chat] Lanqiao Chunxue: ...

Bi Yanfei was so stimulated by the ellipses all over the screen that his hand trembled, and he accidentally dropped the newly bought mouse. Fortunately, he caught it quickly, otherwise there would be only a corpse left, "Why don't you be so boring? "

[Private Chat] Lanqiao Chunxue: Yes! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

[Private Chat] Bi Yanfei: Lao Lan, when did you become so childish!

[Private chat] Lanqiao Chunxue: Is there any? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

"..." Being punctuated one after another to match the screen, Bi Yanfei's mood can no longer be described in simple words. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, so he sent a sweaty expression with black lines all over his face. The little heart trembled and trembled.

There is a problem with Lao Lan today, did he take the wrong medicine or did he open Lao Lan in the wrong way?

Lan Qiao saw Bi Yanfei's replying expression on the screen, smiled wryly and said "something's up", and then exited the glory login interface as if fleeing. He didn't even have time to see the punctuation mark that Bi Yanfei offered later "...".

He was tired, really tired.

Lan Qiao fell limply in the black swivel chair, and after the tense nerves suddenly relaxed, he realized that in just a few minutes, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and his hair was wet It was sticking to the face, and the close-fitting clothes were also sticky to the body, crawling like little bugs covered in mucus, which was both uncomfortable and disgusting...

Lan Qiao ignored these, closed his eyes, leaned back on the chair quietly, and calmed down slowly. After a while, he stood up slowly, took out a change of clothes from the cabinet, went into the bathroom to clean himself, and let his mind more sober.

He was in a hurry at the time, and he didn't know what happened in Glory after he left, or if Bi Yanfei sent him a QQ message afterward, and he knew that during the chat between him and Bi Yanfei, The scene of the two people holding an umbrella and looking at each other in the rain was gossiped by the spectators. Some people even lit a lot of fireworks and fireworks at the position where they were standing. The world channel swiped the screen. 10 minutes.

As we all know, Lanxi Pavilion doesn’t know if it’s bad feng shui. There are only a handful of girls in the trade union. It can’t be described as having more wolves and less flesh. Therefore, they are often ridiculed and digested internally. Don’t go out to harm other girls, although everyone knows It's more of a joke but still can't stop their deep-rooted gossip soul.

Regarding this, Lan Qiao could only curse silently in his heart, "SB get out!"

Speaking of which, this concise and succinct weapon comes from their president "Chun Yi Lao". Although Chun Yi Lao has high ability in handling affairs, he is famous for cherishing words like gold, and can solve problems with two words. Never use three words, maybe it’s because I’m too lazy to type, I still remember that once when someone swiped the screen all over the world, he just replied “sb roll”. This is what everyone found out when they went through the chat records later. Caught in the trash talk all over the world, unremarkable, but unexpectedly blocking people, full of vigor, the plenary meeting worshiped to the death, since then, sb roll has become the tradition of the Lanxi Pavilion, and it has been used to this day!

After taking a shower, Lan Qiao, who was planning to sleep like this, was suddenly dragged to Glory [-] District by a phone call from Bie Zhou. He rubbed his head with a headache, so he could only bite the bullet.

As a result, as soon as he logged into the account Blue River in the tenth district, he was asked by Xi Zhou, "Lan He, how did you contact that person?" As for the details, he only knew that it should not be long since he had just arrived in the tenth district to open up wasteland, and the specific timeline was not clear.

Facing the risk of being suspected by Bie Zhou, Lan Qiao bit the bullet and asked, "Who?" Anyway, being suspected was inevitable, after all, his extra two years were not in vain.

"... Lord Grim! The dungeon time is up!" Sure enough, Bie Zhou was silent, but he still answered him quickly.

Something vaguely popped up in Lan Qiao's mind, but it wasn't very clear. He flipped through the friend list, opened the chat history with Jun Moxiao and looked at it together.

The last conversation between him and Lord Grim was on bargaining for the customs clearance records of the Frost Breaking Forest dungeon, so now Bie Zhou told him to check the dungeon records, but he remembered that he went to check the records soon after bargaining in the previous life , why did his computer just log in to Haruyuki Lanqiao from the Realm of God?