Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

End of chapter six

There was a wind blowing past from a distance, snowflakes were flying wantonly, and the chill was piercing.A man with long hair in a green shirt stood quietly, his green clothes fluttering in the cold wind.

Soft snowflakes fell gently on his hair and shoulders. From a distance, the figure in the snow was lonely.

He raised his head slowly, his eyes were lightly closed, and a small tear mole at the corner of his eye was covered by flying hair.Flying snow fell in the eyes, bringing a slight dry feeling of discomfort.

He looked back, in the cold wind, there was no one else but him.

The man in Tsing Yi reached out to catch the slowly falling snowflakes, and then watched it gradually dissipate in his hands.Shuofeng ruthlessly blew on his face, making it hard to tell whether it was pain or cold.

He took off the headband that tied the long hair behind him, and in an instant, the long hair fluttered wantonly with the new wind and snowflakes.And on the hair band in his hand, there is a familiar jade, the jade body is warm and moist, revealing a green color that seems to be there.

He slowly clenched the hair tie tightly, his fingertips turning white and trembling slightly.In his eyes, there was only endless indifference and plainness.

He looked around, there was only a small road here, and the snow was piled up thickly, it seemed that no one had been here for a long time.The path is very long and long, and the edge cannot be seen, and it is not known where it leads.

The man in Tsing Yi walked along the path calmly, wherever the path led, he would go there.

From the very beginning, he has no power of choice.

It was early in the morning, and the snow was blowing hard, but there was no one around, so there was no other way but to follow the path.

The snow on the road is thick, and it is quite troublesome to walk all the way.

After walking for about half an hour, Mo gradually heard the sound of gurgling water.When you get closer, you can see a lake not far away.The water in the lake is not rushing, but it looks a bit cold like stagnant water in winter.

The place where the path leads is the shore of the lake.

The man in Tsing Yi walked over slowly, without the cover of dead branches, he gradually saw the figure standing by the river clearly.

It was a woman in purple, with her hair tied up, standing motionless on the shore of the lake.

It was very snowy and very cold.But she was very thinly dressed and looked frail.

There was a dead branch pulling the skirt of his clothes, the man in green looked down, separated the two and walked slowly towards the shore, he stopped not far from the woman, and then calmly looked at her back .

The woman heard footsteps and looked back.

Then the two froze at the same time.

The woman had never seen such a person before, but he suddenly appeared in the wind and snow with loose hair, his face was handsome, and his eyes were always flat. He was standing quietly, but it was hard to move his eyes.

The man in Tsing Yi frowned slightly because the woman's appearance was similar to Mrs. Si's in memory.

Although this woman is not very old and looks very different from Mrs. Si, the expression on her brows is exactly the same.

And her belly is quite round, I am afraid that the day of delivery is not far away.

Although separated by a certain distance, he could still clearly see her red eyes from crying and her bloodless face.

Seeing that he was just standing, the woman turned her head to look at the lake.

In the snowstorm, she asked gently: "You said, after a person dies, will he meet the person he misses?"

Qingluo looked at her indifferently, and said flatly, "I don't know."

Mrs. Si was stunned weakly, and her voice was bitter: "I want to see him...but everything is over..."

Qingluo's fingertips holding the hairband couldn't help trembling slightly, but her eyes remained calm.

"If you die, it's really over."

Si Qing, the former head of the Si family, suddenly contracted a stubborn illness when his wife was about to give birth, and left soon after, leaving behind his mother, his expectant wife and children.Until his death, he failed to see the child.

Mrs. Si looked back at him.

Qingluo's gaze moved down to look at her belly, her eyes were slightly soft: "You still have a child."

Mrs. Si lowered her eyes and touched her belly with her hands, tears dripping down slowly.

"Me and his child..."

The wind and snow were blowing mercilessly, and Mrs. Si's body couldn't help but staggered backwards.Qingluo frowned, and stepped forward a few steps.

Mrs. Si looked up at him, tears streaming down her face.

He stretched out his hand towards Mrs. Si Shao, with a gentle expression: "If you are sentient, why should you be like this?"

Even if there is love, why should it be so.If you can't grasp what you lost, keep what you still have.

In the cold wind, someone seemed to let out a low sigh, feeling helpless and bitter.

Mrs. Si paused for the hand touching her stomach. She looked at the man in Tsing Yi and then at the hand facing her. After hesitating, she slowly held it.

The wind and snow fell harder, and the old trees swayed with the cold wind.In the snowstorm, there is a path.

This path goes straight to a place far, far away. On the snow, there is a series of deep and shallow footprints that gradually become shallower and disappear in the falling snowflakes.

It was only later that Qingluo found out that this place was not Huanan City, but a small village called Lianhua Village.It was here that Mrs. Si and Si Qing met, so she came here alone a few days ago, and wanted to end everything at the place where the two met.

Afterwards, Madam Si Shao was always fortunate to have met Qingluo, otherwise it would have been a catastrophe.

After Qingluo sent Madam Si Shao to Lianhua Village, she lived in a small inn with her.One is that she is worried that she will have the idea of ​​committing suicide again, and the other is that she is unfamiliar with this place and has nowhere to go.

But because of the difference between men and women, the two don't get along very well.Qingluo just went to talk to her occasionally and deliver some food to her.

At noon the next day, Mrs. Si suddenly complained of stomach pain, Qing Luo was stunned for a moment, and then immediately went to call the midwife who had told her earlier.

There was a rush in the room for a while, and Qingluo stood outside the door restlessly.Although he knew that there would be no accidents in production, he was still at a loss.

Feixue was still falling mercilessly, but the road was full of joy and laughter.

On New Year's Eve, it was very lively.

Qingluo stood guard outside the door, and after an unknown amount of time, she finally heard the sound of the baby crying.In an instant, the hanging heart finally let go.

He listened to the crying sound coming from the room, and smiled softly.

The door opened, and the midwife thought Qingluo was the father of the child, so she smiled and said: "Congratulations, you are a young son, mother and child are healthy."

After about a quarter of an hour, the midwife called Qingluo in, and then carefully put the wrapped baby into his arms.

He was the first person to hold the baby besides the midwife.

Qingluo hugged her a little awkwardly, and the unfamiliar appearance made the midwife laugh.

Mrs. Si fell asleep, her face pale.

The child in her arms had already fallen asleep, her face was red, and she looked cute.Qingluo hugged him with soft eyes.He cautiously reached out and touched his forehead, and then immediately returned his hand nervously.

The newborn child is not very good-looking, but Qingluo looks at the child in her arms, but she is full of love.

So he hugged him quietly and looked at him, and after an hour or two.

After Mrs. Si woke up at night, she reluctantly gave the child to her.

Mrs. Si lovingly hugged and looked at it for a long time, and then said to Qingluo: "My lord, I have a merciless request."

"Please speak, ma'am."

"The little woman and the child are able to have today, thanks to the young master, so the young woman hopes that the young master can name the child."

Qingluo was slightly taken aback, then smiled lightly.

"Then call him Si Yu."

Snowflakes fell with the cold wind and fell softly to the ground.The fireworks on New Year's Eve bloomed in the sky without warning, gorgeous and beautiful.

Mrs. Si ate something and fell asleep again. The child was frightened and cried by the sound of fireworks blooming, and it took a long time to comfort her before she gradually stopped crying.

Qingluo held her carefully, touched the child's thin and smooth hair, and smiled.

"Si Yu, Happy New Year's Eve."

A few days later, Mrs. Si got a little more energetic and wanted to breastfeed the child by herself.So Qingluo exited the room and went to the street with a rice paper umbrella.

He sold a carving pen on the noisy street, and when he returned to the inn, he took out the jade and started carving.

Not long after, two characters with soft lines appeared on the jade: Si Yu

It has been seven days since the baby was born, and his skin is no longer red and wrinkled like it was on the first day, but has become white and tender, and his appearance is even cuter.

Qing Luo took the child from Madam Si Shao, and put the jade buckle around his neck.

"This is?" Mrs. Si was a little curious when she saw the word Si Yu on the jade.

"It's a gift from He Sheng." Qing Luo replied indifferently, but looked at the baby in the swaddling baby softly.

The child who had been sleeping before smashed his mouth and gradually woke up, waving his hands, looking at Qingluo with a bit of haze in his eyes, and then grinning with a toothless mouth.

Qingluo stretched out a finger in front of his model, and then the little guy waved his small hand to hold his finger.

And the jade buckle around his neck hangs gently to one side.

Mrs. Si was naturally happy to see that he liked Si Yu.She thought for a while, and then said: "Speaking of which, the young lady doesn't even know the name of the young master."

Qingluo glanced at her, polite but unfamiliar: "I'm Anluo."

Now that he has gone through all kinds of things, he can see clearly.Si Yu was accompanied by Qingluo when he was a teenager, but he could only be Anluo when he was a child.

Last time, he got the name of Qingluo with Anluo's appearance, but at this moment, he exchanged the name of Anluo with Qingluo's appearance.Now that I think about it carefully, I am helpless.

At present, Mrs. Si has not recovered yet, so she may have to stay here for a while.However, she had already contacted the people in the Sifu, and it didn't take long for them to arrive.

Qingluo looked at the child in her arms, thinking about it now, it's no wonder that she reacted strangely when she saw Mrs. Si Shao for the first time in Sifu, maybe she would have guessed that he was Anluo now.

No wonder she entrusted Si Yu to him.

On the eighth day after the child was born, Mrs. Si's spirit had almost recovered, so she got out of bed and wanted to make some food with her own hands, which could be regarded as doing small things to repay Qingluo.

But after all, the body is not well, so I just cook some home-cooked dishes, which doesn't take much time or effort.

Qingluo stayed in the room to take care of the child, he carried him to the window, looked out the window at the heavy snow that had stopped for a few days and then suddenly fell.

The little guy is very good, smiling happily in his arms.

The snow fell relentlessly outside the window, and the cold wind poured in through the window. Qingluo hugged the child tightly to help him block the cold wind.

He looked into the distance indifferently, then stretched out a hand to face the wind.

……

He couldn't feel the slightest chill.

……

The wind passed through the fingertips, and then passed through the hanging hair.

……

The child in his arms laughed happily, and grabbed the clothes on Qingluo's chest with his small hands.

Qingluo lowered her eyes, and poked his forehead lightly with her fingers, with a calm expression: "What are you laughing at?"

The little guy blinked, and the toothless smile was both funny and cute.

Qingluo closed the window, then gently touched the child's tender face.

"Yu'er."

The little guy smacked his mouth and continued to laugh happily.

Qingluo laughed too, and poked him again.

"Yu'er."

Now the little guy stopped smiling, and yawned with hazy eyes.

Qingluo still poked him.

"Yu'er."

The little guy spat a bubble and yawned.

Qingluo walked to the side of the bed and put him down, then continued to poke his little nose lightly.

"Yu'er."

……

"Yu'er?"

……

"When you grow up, come to Nanyang to find me."

……

"Yu'er."

"You smile."

……

"Fell asleep?"

……

"I'm sleepy too."

……

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"You can eat..." Mrs. Si opened the door, only to see the child sleeping on the bed alone.

The room was surprisingly quiet.

The new wind outside the dance beat the house fiercely, and the snow was flying.

"Young Master An Luo?"

Mrs. Si walked to the bed suspiciously, the baby in the swaddle was sleeping soundly and soundly.

"Sir?"

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………………

"Qingluo..."

Who is calling him...

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"Qingluo..."

Are you about to cry?

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"Qingluo..."

Stop barking.

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"Qingluo..."

I am here.

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"Qingluo."

"Ah."

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In the pitch-dark place, the towering pavilions, brocade curtains fluttered with the cold wind, making a slight rubbing sound.

Under the pavilion, the cold water of the lake soaked everything, bringing the coldness and chill that penetrated into the bones.

In the middle of the lake, strands of hair became entangled in the water.In the darkness, the man in dark blue trembled all over. He hugged the man in his arms tightly, as if he wanted to carve him into his blood.The lake water slid down his hair and slowly dripped into the lake, but there was not a single ripple.

The lake water was icy cold, but he kept holding the breathless man in red in his arms, his fingertips turned white and trembling.He hugged him tightly, his deep-lined face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and he stared at the man in red with eyes that were filled with bottomless chaos and bloodshot eyes that could not be ignored. The danger was as frightening as if he was about to go crazy. of Warcraft.

'drop……'

Water droplets slipped gently from the hair, and then made a crisp sound in the water.

The cold wind blows and rolls up the plum petals that fell from the shore. In the cold wind, the petals dance along with it, and then slowly fall into the lake.

The man in dark blue hugged the man in red tighter and tighter, and his body became colder and colder, as if he had exhausted all his strength in holding this man.

"You lied to me……"

In the darkness, everything is silent.

The face of the man in his arms was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was no longer as cold and indifferent as before.

Above the pavilion, the brocade curtain swayed violently, making more and more frictional sounds in the darkness.

The body of the man in dark blue was trembling, and he squeezed the man in red into his arms bit by bit.It seems that in the next second, they will be truly connected as flesh and blood.

His deep magnetic voice became hoarse and dry, and he uttered a few words in hatred and pain in the ear of the man in red: "You lied to me..."

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"I……"

The cold wind blew fiercely, leaving a bone-chilling sound on his face.Something came slowly, making people hold their breath.

Si Yu's movement of hugging the man in red froze suddenly, and the corners of his eyes twitched, as if everything in the world had dissipated, only him and the person in his arms.

His body froze instantly.

Then in the next second, someone trembling with difficulty hugged him.

There is warm air hitting the neck, so soft that it is unreal.

"I do not have……"

Qingluo hugged the person next to her weakly, then leaned gently in his arms, her lips were dry.

In the next second, a strong sense of oppression came oncoming.Someone hugged him tremblingly, his body was strangled uncomfortably, but the strong and fast heartbeat of the person who was close to his body came through the clothes, with thrilling power.

Si Yu hugged him hard, increasing his strength bit by bit, feeling the person in his arms trembling slightly because of the pain, and in an instant, his heart was satisfied.

His hoarse and terrifying voice sounded in Qingluo's ear, with warmth: "Qingluo..."

The great surprise of finding it again made him dare not ask more questions.It was as if he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, everything would disappear.

The person in his arms slowly let go of the hands around his waist, then wrapped his arms around his neck when he was completely stiff, and leaned his head on his shoulder.

In the distance, several gently swaying plum trees shook off their blossoming plum petals, emitting a faint fragrance in the dark.

The lake water was icy cold, and the skirt of the clothes was tightly attached to the body, which was terrifyingly real.

Qingluo let him hold her, leaned her head on his shoulder, and slowly closed her eyes.

"I had a dream."

Si Yu's voice was hoarse and dry: "What did you dream about?"

"I forgot……"

The dream was so long that he almost forgot who he was.

The taste in the dream is sweet, but he is always alone.

Just because there is such a person, save him from sorrow, from suffering, from having no branches to rely on, and from being lonely and wandering.

So, how could he abandon him.

In the dream, he once said.

Break, let go, be at ease...

Now he is broken and let go.

Only then did I truly understand what it means to be free.