Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

Chapter 150

I gave you all the happiness for the rest of my life, how can you...not be happy...

The music was gentle, and the gentle tune changed at some point, with a touch of sadness, echoing over and over again.

Someone whispered softly to Qu'er, low and soft, bitter and helpless.

The wind blows, taking away his chuckle, his sorrow, and his bewilderment.Only the light sound of the wind passing through the leaves, the chirping of birds flying past, and the silence of everything in the mountains remain.

The ears seem to have fallen into a long and long loneliness again, everything is silent, desolate and indifferent.

An Luo didn't speak again, but closed her eyes gently.Listen to the silence of all things, to the stillness of mountains and rivers, to the emptiness without sound, to the silent cry in the emptiness.

Then, he smiled lightly.

The cold wind blows quietly, with low and shallow tunes.Like icy cold water, passing away smoothly.That is the ruthlessness left by the years, one sound, low and bitter.

He always smiled gently, that was the only right given to him by the years.

With the wind, the laughter gradually faded away and disappeared without a trace.Soft and delicious with the taste of melting chocolate, with a bitter taste.

As if he saw it, the man stood all the time, raised his head slightly, and looked at the boundless darkness.

He smiled with soft eyes and a warm voice.

He asked, "Do you regret it?"

It sounded softly like a whisper, but it was blown away by the cool wind before it could be heard clearly.All I could see was that he was still standing upright.

Later, he laughed again.Under the night, like a fairy.As the music rose slightly, his voice sounded again, but the moment the tail sound dissipated, he turned and left.

There is no other in the world...

He once said, I have no regrets.

I also said, is it painful?

No.

Pain, but not bitter.

Where he had stood was empty.The road he has walked has been riddled with thorns and thorns.

It was a road that no one else had traveled, and he always walked it alone.

The gentle water-like voice echoed over and over again, cool, clear and gentle, like a dream.

Under the world, he is alone.Time flies, there is no other in the world.

The music comes slowly, but it is a bit sad, a bit dull, a bit dazed, and a bit soft.

The flowing water flies, the birds take off, and the years are leisurely.

In the plain, even if there is no one else in the world, he still smiles with picturesque eyes.

He shook his head helplessly like a pet, warm, soft and infinitely pampering, smiled lightly, and sighed contentedly.

"You don't even know how good you are..."

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"You are so good, how can I let go..."

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You don't even know how good you are...

You are so good, how can I let go...

Following the man's gentle words, the old man fell silent.

He couldn't help recalling his nightmares, the paradoxical, psychedelic but unbelievably real nightmares.

He thought of the man in Tsing Yi standing in the snow with an umbrella, of the flying snow all over the sky, of that lonely figure like flying snow, of that large expanse of enchanting and beautiful plum colors.

Even more, that dark blue...

"You're so nice...how can I let go..."

Everything is confused, who can't let go, and who doesn't want to let go.

He couldn't help but think of the man in the dark blue clothes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, deep eyes, mysterious and dangerous, like a mysterious black hole that confuses people's hearts.Colleagues who are frightened, but unable to leave.

This is a picture that he didn't dare to think about in the past few decades, but it haunted him day after day.

At this time, the man's voice sounded softly in the ear again.With the sound of electric current that seems to be absent, it is slow and flat, gentle and beautiful, but it also has unspeakable bitterness and indifference in the end.As if from another world, with endless nostalgia and love, sorrow and bitterness, he said:

"But... I can't find you..."

Is it an illusion... The old man held his breath.

The man's voice seemed to tremble slightly, helpless and confused, as if he was about to break something that was originally complete.

So my thoughts are crazy like a kite with a broken string, I can't control it, I can't restrain it.

The scene in the dream decades ago appeared in my mind like crazy, over and over again.

He saw the man walking slowly with an umbrella, the snow was white and the breeze was blowing.The man had picturesque features, but was cold and indifferent.

He walked past him, but when he turned around to look, there was only snow all over the sky and the deserted land.

When she turned around again, her eyes met a pair of deep eyes.Inside, he saw his own reflection—a gray-haired old man with a frightened expression.

For a moment, everything seemed to be still, only the sound of my own heartbeat and breathing could be heard.My whole body was stiff, as cold as if I was in the cold place of Antarctica

He saw the man walking towards him slowly, with deep eyes and a smile on his mouth.Like a messenger from hell, the danger is mysterious and frightening, but as gentle as jade in the past.With one hand behind his back, his slender, callused fingertips gently rubbed back and forth against each other, as if thinking about something.

He walked slowly step by step, his steps were steady, with a terrifying deterrence.

This is such a familiar picture, countless nights in the past, this is his nightmare.

Obviously he should be nothingness, but he couldn't control his fear.

The man's eyes were indifferent, paranoid and dangerous that others could not see.

Near, near, the man was going to get close to him.

He was completely desperate, and could only watch the man approach step by step.Sadly, he didn't even have the right to close his eyes.

Snow fell relentlessly from the sky, in the cold wind.The man in the dark blue clothes stopped slowly. He looked up at the sky slightly, feeling the coldness of the snow melting on his face.

So, he stretched out his slender fingers to catch the falling snowflakes.

In the silence, the old man saw the man speak softly.There is infinite nostalgia and tenderness in the eyes, but also tenderness and cruelty that cannot be concealed.His voice seemed to come from outside the Nine Heavens, as indifferent as Shura.

He whispered two words softly, with a mysterious and dangerous bewitchment like fine wine.

Flying snow falls, the world is silent...

"Qing... network..."

.........

When the vision was blurred, the figure of that person quietly passed away, leaving only snowflakes falling one after another.

And almost at the moment when the blue color disappeared, the gentle male voice echoed between the heaven and the earth again.

He said, but I have... can't find him.

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The world is silent, there is no more sound.

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Quiet, startlingly silent, silent.

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it's all over...

The old man forgot how he took off the earphones, how he went up to the second floor, and when he entered the microphone room.

He only knew that there was no sound inside, only the light blue screen floating in the air.

Below the screen, there are two people sitting respectively.

Mai Yin is over.

On the screen, the scores of the two gradually appeared.

Victory and defeat.

An Luo looked at the screen in front of her calmly, her eyes were clear and there was no disturbance.

You can feel the trembling body of the person beside you, as well as the choked and forbeared voice that cannot be concealed.

He looked over indifferently, and the child clenched his fists stubbornly, his head was lowered tightly, and his drooping hair covered his sight.His shoulders kept trembling, but he tried his best to restrain himself.

This is the second time I have seen him like this, the last time was only twenty days ago.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the screen calmly.He heard the low sigh of the old man behind him, and the sound of heavy footsteps leaving.

The two sat like this, and no one got up first.

The hour hand on the wall beats regularly again and again, which is extraordinarily loud in the room.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes...

I don't know how long it has passed, An Luo shut down the system, and said calmly: "Someone told me before that I walked too smoothly."

He closed his eyes slightly, did not look at the people beside him, and just spoke calmly as if talking to himself.

"He said that no one will have smooth sailing, because he will always meet different people...and there is such a person who will definitely become your opponent."

An Luo got up, turned her head and glanced at the boy who was still obstinately bowing his head, then pulled away the chair and walked out the door.

A second before stepping out, his footsteps paused slightly, and then stepped out.

In the air, there seemed to be a boy's unwilling voice, repeating the two words over and over again...

"opponent……"

All of this is eerily similar to what it was before, and nothing seems to have changed.The boy is still stubborn, the man is still plain, and the result of the competition is still the same...

But in fact, everything is no longer the same with the change of time...

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Going downstairs and into the living room, An Luo saw the old man sitting on the sofa.

The old man stood up awkwardly, frowning tightly, not daring to look into his eyes, as if hesitating to speak.

"what happened?"

The old man looked up at him, finally sighed as if giving up, and shook his head: "It's nothing."

He didn't want to say it, so An Luo didn't ask.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, seeing An Luo looking towards the direction of the stairs, he hurriedly said: "You don't have to worry about Xiaojie's matter, winning or losing is a common thing, and it's not good for your own development if you pay too much attention to it. This kid is very smart. Once he’s experienced it, he’ll understand.”

An Luo naturally understood the reason for this, he just smiled lightly, and then thanked politely: "Thanks to Mr. Jeca for the matter of the vois entity, this trial is very useful."

"Don't say that... as long as it works!" The old man was flattered, and as if thinking of something, he hurriedly asked, "Are you planning to go back to the competition?"

"Well, there are only three games left in the competition."

The old man put away his cautious attitude, and said solemnly: "The contestants for the sixth round should have been confirmed, and the one-month deadline has not yet come. You can go back to the next round. In the field, you need far more than Mai Yin skills. I want to point you to another place, where you can get a better improvement in a short period of time."

"Another place?"

"Yeah." The old man looked serious, and he looked at An Luo: "OLS Network Dubbing Trial City."

"ols..."