Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

The end part four

There was a wind blowing, which brought a bit of coolness. The boy lay on the grass with his eyes closed comfortably.There was a handsome man lying beside him, perhaps because the sun was too bright, his face was a little blurry.

The boy slowly opened his eyes and looked at the sky.

"Qingluo, we'll always be together, okay?"

The man next to him didn't respond.

The boy couldn't wait for the answer he wanted, so he looked sideways: "Qing..."

Suddenly, the young man suddenly opened his eyes wide, and saw that the expressionless man beside him gradually turned into dots of fluorescent light and disappeared!

He rushed over in panic, but couldn't catch it no matter what.

"Qingluo?!"

"Qingluo!!!"

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"What's wrong?" Qingluo looked at the young man who suddenly woke up, his face was pale, sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.

The young man gasped, saw Qingluo, and hugged him, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Qingluo frowned and hugged him back, wiping the sweat off his forehead: "What did you dream about?"

The young man didn't speak, but hugged Qingluo tightly, recalling the scene in his dream, he just felt scared for a while.

Qingluo didn't force her to ask, she hugged him and patted his back lightly, which was comforting.

They have been walking for three months, and in about half a month, they will be able to reach South China.And the boy in his arms has grown a lot taller and is no longer thin.

It was already dawn, and in an hour or two, they would set foot on the journey to South China again.

The mood of the young man in his arms had gradually calmed down. He let go of him and rubbed his hair: "You sleep a little longer, and I'll go prepare dry food for the road."

Hearing this, the young man grabbed his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Qingluo, after returning to South China City, will you leave?"

Qingluo was slightly taken aback, Huanan City was the place where he had lived for many years, if he left there, he probably wouldn't know where he was going.Besides, looking at the pale face of the young man, he couldn't help lowering his voice: "No."

The boy pulled him and looked at his face for a long time before slowly letting go.

Qingluo rubbed his hair, got up and left the room.

The dry food is all steamed buns and biscuits, and there is nothing to choose.Qingluo equipped it for a few days, then went to find the carriage, and when the work was over, an hour passed.

When they returned to the inn, the boy had already packed up, and the two of them ate breakfast casually, and then went to the carriage stop.Seeing them coming, the coachman hurriedly greeted them.

Qingluo asked politely, "How long will it take to get from here to South China?"

The coachman smiled and said, "If it's fast, it will be about 20 days. If it's slow, it may be a month. It just so happens that I have something to go to South China, so it's no problem to take the two of you along the way."

Qingluo nodded, it would be troublesome to change trains along the way, it would be nice if he could keep walking.He sincerely thanked: "Then there will be Mr. Lao."

"Haha, you are welcome, my lord."

The two got into the car, and the coachman drove in front: "Young master, there is nothing left. If there is nothing, let's go."

"Let's go directly."

"okay!"

Sitting in the car, Qingluo and the others saw a bamboo flute hanging on the wall of the car, so they brought it over.The young man looked over suspiciously, Qingluo gave him a slight smile, and put the bamboo flute on the corner of his lips.

Immediately, a melodious tune overflowed, which was especially beautiful in the warm spring breeze in April, and the dullness along the way seemed to fade away.

The young man looked at Qingluo in a daze, with the wonderful music he had never heard echoing in his ears, it was difficult to look away for a while.

The sunlight pouring into the carriage shone on the two of them, bringing a warmth and comfort that was not there in winter.

Qingluo walks with her fingertips, the melody is fast or slow, the flute sound is melodious and leisurely, neither sad nor joyful, nor high-spirited.There is only a gentle and clear feeling that makes people fall into it and cannot extricate themselves.

As his fingertips stagnated, the melody sank slightly, and then Qingluo slowly opened her eyes.

The song is over.

At the end of the song, the coachman sighed: "I never thought you would have such talent."

With a smile on the corner of Qingluo's lips, she replied lightly: "I have learned a little fur in my spare time, and it can be regarded as a relief for the old man."

The boy's eyes were eagerly looking at him.Qingluo looked at him with raised eyebrows, and the corners of her lips curled slightly: "Do you want to learn?"

"Yeah." The young man smiled, and said again: "But I want to hear Qingluo blow."

Qingluo narrowed her eyes, smiled without saying a word, just picked up the bamboo flute again, and sang a tune.

Accompanied by the sound of the flute, the dullness along the way also faded away.The teenager wants to learn, so Qingluo guides him bit by bit.In a blink of an eye, there are only ten days away.

It was only in the evening that day that they arrived at the end point. The three of them were uncomfortably bumped by the carriage, so they ate something casually and planned to go to sleep.

There are not many people in this small village, and there is nothing to go out at night.It's dark all around, but it's a bit infiltrating.

Just as he was about to enter the inn, the coachman yelled, "Ah, look at my fool! The package is still in the car!"

The boy looked at the sky: "It's so late, you should go to rest first, I'll get it for you."

When the old driver heard this, he said gratefully, "Then there will be Mr. Lao."

"fine."

It was indeed too late, and it was dark nearby, the boy was still a child after all, Qingluo was worried and wanted to go with him.The young man refused, and said in a deep voice: "You are already tired from driving today. You go to rest first, and I will be right back."

Qingluo was indeed tired, so she nodded in response, and the young man immediately smiled with satisfaction.

Seeing that he turned around and was about to leave, Qingluo grabbed him as if thinking of something.

However, the words she was about to say got stuck in her mouth, Qingluo's face turned pale suddenly, and her whole body froze.

In an instant, the world seemed to lose all sound, silent and terrifying.All senses ceased to function, leaving only the coldness of the blood flowing backwards.

Under the night, no one saw that when the man in Tsing Yi was about to grab the boy, his hand passed through the boy's body...

The cool night breeze came suddenly, and there was a slight swaying sound of leaves all around.

Every tiny sound seems to be amplified wirelessly, and everything tangible disappears.In the boundless world, only him and him are left.

The boy looked back at him suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

Qingluo's face was pale, and he stared blankly at the boy's smiling face, a sense of powerless decadence surged out.

The young man sensed something was wrong and was about to ask, but the next moment, he was embraced by Qingluo.

"Qingluo?"

The coachman thought that the two brothers had a strong relationship, so he didn't think too much, and went into the inn alone.

"Qingluo? What's the matter?" The boy hugged him back.

Qingluo hugged the boy tightly, and said dryly, "I'll accompany you."

The young man was puzzled. Although the sky was dark, it was still only a few steps away.But thinking that Qingluo was so worried about him, he immediately nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, let's go together."

The carriage stopped next to the inn, and the boy went in, took the package and then backed out.Qingluo stood beside her, wondering what she was thinking.

The boy blinked and looked up at the sky: "Look, Qingluo, tomorrow will be a fine weather."

Qingluo also looked up, and saw the stars dotted in the black sky, which was still beautiful.

His hair had grown to his shoulders and was tied in an ordinary bun. When the night wind blew, his hair fluttered along with it.

The boy turned his head to look at him, he looked at the sky, and no one spoke for a while.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the boy lightly: "Let's go."

"Ah."

The young man walked in front, and Qingluo followed.The thin figure of the young man was engraved in his eyes, and he couldn't let it go.

"Si Yu."

"Ok?"

"I..." is about to disappear.

"What's the matter?" The boy looked back at him suspiciously, with a deep smile.

"……nothing."

Qingluo lowered her eyes, walked to the boy's side and walked side by side with him.

The bright stars in the sky flickered slightly, and the night wind hit, taking away the sorrow that no one noticed.

In the cool wind, the shadows of the trees whirled.

This night, Qingluo had a dream.It's a pity that the dream was too short, and when he woke up, he couldn't remember anything clearly.

The next morning, the journey continued.

On the way, Qingluo bought a bamboo for flute, and then carved it bit by bit with a carving knife.

Their journey is no longer in a hurry, but more like they are playing, with a lot more leisurely.

Although they walked for a few more days, they finally arrived in South China City.

Approaching from a distance, I saw the red-painted Great City Gate in my memory.There is an endless stream of pedestrians, accompanied by horse-drawn carriages, all of whom are wealthy people.

Qingluo stopped in her tracks and raised her eyes to look, the things that happened here came to me bit by bit, as if they happened yesterday.

China South City...

In the end, he came back here.

The young man looked at him happily, with a smile that couldn't be concealed between his brows and eyes: "Qingluo, this is South China City, we have arrived."

The driver also sighed, "It's finally here."

After paying the fare for the journey, the three of them dispersed.

The young man brought Qingluo into the city, and after going round and round, he came to a mansion.

Huanan City is the most prosperous town under the emperor's feet, and its prosperity is naturally inferior to that of Nanyang City.As the richest man, the Si family is the representative of this South China City. Just approaching the Si family's mansion, dozens of people can be seen guarding the door.In terms of the material of the clothes alone, it is no longer comparable to others.

Qingluo stopped in front of the young man, smoothed his wind-blown hair for him, and straightened his clothes under the young man's watchful eyes.The boy's dark eyes looked straight at him, as if he wanted to carve his facial features into the bone.

Qingluo looked away lightly: "Let's go."

"Ah."

As the two approached, the guard looked over.After their eyes shifted from Qingluo to the young man, everyone's eyes widened and they shouted loudly: "Master?"

"Young Master is back!!"

"It's really a son!"

"Go and inform the madam and the old madam!"

Soon a group of crying people came running, and the young man was surrounded by them.Qingluo stood aside, looking up at the two large characters on the door plaque - Sifu.

"Yu'er! Yu'er!!"

Just as he was in a trance, he suddenly heard a few cries and shouts. He turned his head and saw another group of people running out of the mansion, surrounded by a middle-aged woman and an old lady.Qingluo recognized the old lady, she was the old lady of the Si family, and the middle-aged woman looked a little like the boy, presumably she was his biological mother.

However, she died of illness before Si Yu reached the crown, so this was also the first time Qing Luo saw her.

The young man and Qing Luo were soon surrounded by crowds into the mansion. After listening to the young man's experience abroad and Qing Luo's help to him, everyone turned their attention to him.

"Yu'er was able to return safely, thanks to your help." Mrs. Si pretended to kneel down, but Qing Luo quickly supported him: "Your Madam, you are very polite."

Mrs. Si's health was not good, and now she was wet with tears, and her face suddenly turned pale.After seeing Qingluo's face, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes: "I don't know how to call you, young master?"

"Under the Qingluo."

Mrs. Si stared at Qingluo for a long time with a dazed expression.Qingluo was puzzled in her heart, but she remained calm on the surface.

A banquet was held in the evening, which was quite lively.After eating, Qingluo took a rest on the grounds that she was exhausted, leaving time for the people she hadn't seen for half a year.

Although it is a guest room, it is not comparable to ordinary people. A table and a chair are all expensive.

Qingluo took out the unfinished bamboo flute and carving knife in the package, sat at the table and began to carve carefully one by one.

As time passed, a familiar feeling of tiredness crept up in my body.The movements of Qingluo's hands paused slightly, and then calmly continued to carve.

After another half an hour, the door was opened.Qingluo raised her eyes and looked over. The young man had changed into a goose-yellow brocade clothes, his eyes were clear and his temperament was extraordinary.Under Qingluo's gaze, he walked to the side of the bed, took off his coat and lay down, looking at him half sideways.

Qingluo continued to carve with her drooping eyes, her voice was light: "This is the guest room."

The boy didn't answer, just stared at him.The room was very quiet, only the breathing of the two of them and the chirping sounds of each other.

The young man looked at Qingluo's sculpting movements like clouds and flowing water, and saw his serious expression of concentration.After about a quarter of an hour, he suddenly spoke heavily.

"I had a dream."

Qingluo didn't respond.

The young man's voice was low and confused: "I dreamed that you disappeared, and there was a very cold lake. You were clearly in the lake, but I couldn't touch you no matter what..."

There was a pause in the movement of Qingluo's hand, and then a tingling pain came from her fingertips.Looking down, the bright red blood was staining the carving knife red, and long marks were drawn on the fingertips.

With a twitch in the corner of the boy's eyes, he hurriedly jumped out of bed and took out a handkerchief to help him wipe off the blood, and then found medicine to apply on it.

Seeing the bandaged fingers trembling slightly, he looked up.I saw that the man who had always been calm was smiling wantonly, his eyes were leisurely, and his brows were flying.This was an expression he had never shown before, and he couldn't help but stare dumbfounded.

Qingluo withdrew her hand to bandage herself, withdrew her smile and raised her eyes to look at him flatly: "What if I really leave?"

The boy froze for a moment, then looked at him seriously: "Then I'll go find you."

Qingluo sneered: "I can't find it."

"Then I'll keep looking." The young man looked into his eyes seriously, with a look of firmness that had never been seen in his eyes.

The two stared at each other, silent for a while.

Finally, Qingluo looked away first, he lowered his head and picked up the carving knife to continue carving the bamboo flute.

The boy didn't speak, just sat quietly beside him and watched.Ming Ming is still young, but his eyes are full of gloomy darkness.When he raised his eyes, he added a bit of indifference.

Recently he has been having a dream. In the dream, Qingluo died, in a dark and cold lake. No matter how he called him, he would not respond to him.He held him, held him until the lake covered them all, and he didn't let go of him.

But even though he hugged him, there was a feeling that he was getting farther and farther away from him.

Every time he wakes up and sees this person sleeping next to him, he will relax.

Just as he was distracted, his face suddenly became warm.The young man looked up, Qingluo scratched his cheek with his hands, and said in a calm voice, "Go and rest first."

"how about you?"

The bamboo flute in Qingluo Yangyang's hands, after more than ten days of careful carving, a delicate and unique bamboo flute is about to be born.

The boy smiled: "Then I will accompany you."

"Be obedient, go to sleep first."

Only then did the boy reluctantly go to the bedside and lie down, his eyes still staring at Qingluo.

After half an hour, he couldn't help but close his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Qingluo looked up at him, then continued to carve the bamboo flute.

For a while, there were only the regular breathing and carving sounds of the boy in the room.

The last stroke was finally completed, Qingluo stood up wearily, put the bamboo flute on the table, washed up briefly, and then lay down next to the boy.

The boy slept deeply, his breath stretched.

An Luo slowly closed her eyes, feeling the weakness of her body.

In the silence, someone spoke softly, the voice was flat and deep, fleeting.

"I'm going to disappear."

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"I'll come back when you're an adult, if you can find me."

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"I will stay by your side forever and never leave again."

After finishing speaking, Qingluo fell into endless physical exhaustion, and her consciousness was blurred.

The bamboo flute on the table is quietly placed, and the small word 'Yu' is engraved on the body of the flute.

A night without dreams.

The next day, Qingluo gave the bamboo flute to the young man herself.

Although the boy had already guessed that the bamboo flute was for him, he still couldn't restrain his joy when he received it.

This flute is quite finely made, and the sound of the flute is exquisitely carved out of a little pattern in the form of surround, and it also tells poetry.There are various styles on a small flute, but it is not complicated.At one corner of the flute, the word "Yu" is carefully carved, which can be described as extremely careful.

The young man felt reluctant to play with it in his hand, and reluctant to cherish it, and didn't know what to do for a while.

Qingluo lightly stroked his soft hair, and said softly: "I'll take you somewhere."