[Rebirth] Messiah of the Nightingale

After Qi Yan asked the address of He Qianqiu's lecture, he set off alone.

Luo Yiping was worried about following, but Qi Yan said deeply: Let me use the last time to enjoy the fun of being an ordinary person.

In the end, Luo Yiping despised him: "I said it as if I would definitely become a big star."

Qi Yan chuckled, turned around and walked away gracefully.

When the taxi took him around the streets and alleys, Qi Yan made a note in this world to sort out the existing clues.

In the previous life, the efficiency faction of the Meredith Empire took the lead and invaded the earth.Tang Yue was blaming him for handing over Pandora's box—although this matter was wronged.

But it can be seen from this that at least Tang Yue is not with the efficiency faction.

But Wang Dacheng, Tang Yue, and Du Feng, why do they all know about the aliens?

Qi Yan's eyes fell on a word.

Foundling.

Among those three people, there must be Meredith's foundling.

Lost his wings since birth, abandoned by his family, exiled to space, a wandering son.

Qi Yan was abused by his own brain, and felt faintly distressed.

At the same time, the taxi jolted and rushed over two buffer strips. Qi Yan was knocked back to his senses. The black driver had already parked the car in front of a cafe, and turned his head and grinned at him.

Qi Yan put away the notebook, smiled at the driver, paid the fare and got off.

The cafe is all made of logs, which is very natural. It is probably a place where nearby students meet. There are many young people coming and going, holding books and carrying big bags, full of youth.

Qi Yan went in to find an empty seat and sat down, ordered a cup of Americano and waited.

It didn't take long for a girl to sit down opposite him, with fair skin, blonde curly hair combed into a ponytail, and clear lake green eyes.Young and beautiful, with a smile like America's Sweetheart.She stared at Qi Yan with a smile and said, "Hi!"

Being accosted by a beautiful girl, even if Qi Yan was naturally curvy, he couldn't help but feel a little better, and he brought up a perfect smile that he had practiced in the mirror many times, "Hi!"

The girl reached out to him and introduced herself, "My name is Sara, and I'm your fan."

Qi Yan shook hands with her and was about to fly into the sky. Does this prove that he has become popular across the ocean?

Thinking about it this way, I feel that people who are coming and going on the side often look at them thoughtfully. Qi Yan subconsciously enters the working state, his smile is more beautiful and handsome, his eyes are hazy, and his sitting posture has been deliberately adjusted. hormones.

So when He Qianqiu walked into the cafe, what he saw was the little singer in the form of a male peacock talking happily with a blonde beauty.

He wasn't annoyed, he approached the table for two, bent down to face the girl, his lips were almost close to her ear, and whispered, "Can I sit in your seat?"

The girl blushed instantly, looking at He Qianqiu with fascinated eyes, "Professor He? Of course!"

She immediately jumped up to give up her seat, then hurriedly took out the book, "Can you sign it for me?"

"It's my honor to be favored by such a beautiful lady." He Qianqiu smiled more than Qi Yan, took out a pen, asked the girl's name, and then signed on the title page in fluent and beautiful Chinese and English.

The girl named Sara was so excited that she was about to faint, and she went to show off to her friends with the book in her arms, and she didn't even look at Qi Yan when she left, as if she completely forgot about him.

Qi Yan watched in disappointment as the back of his "fan" disappeared at the door of the cafe, and then his resentful eyes fell on the super grand duke peacock in front of him.

The latter smiled softly, but it inexplicably gave him a chill.

Qi Yan muttered for a long time before saying: "Mr. He, you don't have to rob me of fans, right..."

He Qianqiu pampered and rubbed the top of his hair, without answering, "Let's go, my important woman can't wait any longer."

Qi Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, unable to smile, so he had to bow his head and leave the cafe with him, tears streaming down his face.

Fuck your sister's important woman!I don't want to see her!

An hour later, he followed He Qianqiu into an apartment in Queens.

The maid opened the door and greeted He Qianqiu as if she was very familiar.

The spacious living room is filled with fresh flowers, the fragrance of peonies is wafting in all directions, the wind is blowing the floor-to-ceiling curtains of small florals, a thin old Asian woman is sitting on a soft chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, she hears the sound of two people approaching, slowly Turn your head slowly.

Because it was too thin, Qi Yan thought for a moment that it was a moving skeleton with glasses and a silver wig.

He Qianqiu stepped forward, lowered his head and kissed the woman's forehead, and said softly, "Aunt Yun, I brought Xiaoyan to see you."

Then he introduced to Qi Yan: "Aunt Yun was the nurse who took care of my mother in the past, and also the nanny for Qianming and me."

... So this is He Qianqiu's important woman.

Caused me to fill up all kinds of strange things in my head, and still slander such a good old man in my heart, He Qianqiu, you killed me!

Qi Yan resisted the urge to stare at him, and continued to show a professional smile.

The old woman held Qi Yan's hands, looked at him carefully, and finally smiled on her withered face, "I finally saw the deity, much more handsome than the video. Xiao Yan, you are amazing, you sing like an angel moving."

Qi Yan blushed from her straightforward praise, "No way, Aunt Yun is amazing, raising such a good child."

He Qianqiu stood beside Aunt Yun, leaning on the back of the soft chair, and looked at Qi Yan thoughtfully.

Qi Yan hurriedly defended: "I'm explaining brother."

"Oh?" He Qianqiu raised his eyebrows, "According to you, am I not a good boy?"

This is simply a language trap, it's wrong to say it's true, and it's even worse to say it's wrong. Qi Yan was so blocked that he couldn't speak, and looked at Aunt Yun pitifully for help.

The old woman leaned back with a smile, patted He Qianqiu's hand lightly, and said to Qi Yan: "I made some oatmeal cakes, they should be baked, can you help Xiaofeng get them?"

Qi Yan guessed that she might have something to say to He Qianqiu alone, nodded, turned around and followed the young Asian maid into the kitchen.

He Qianqiu watched Qi Yan's figure, and suddenly felt that the back of his hand was being held.

He lowered his head and met the old lady's penetrating gaze, "Your gaze is exactly the same as when Mr. He looked at Mrs. He back then."

He Qianqiu smiled quietly.

Aunt Yun shook her head, feeling a little resentful that iron cannot be made into steel, "Life is short, and it is not easy to find the right person. Both men and women should cherish it."

He Qianqiu still laughed in a low voice, "I cherish it very much."

"That's weird, just look at it like this, isn't it afraid that he will run away?" Aunt Yun snorted coldly.

"Can't run away."

Aunt Yun was amused by his firm tone, and raised her hand to pat the back of his head, "Mother-in-law, how could your father have the courage to chase after your mother back then?"

He Qianqiu lowered his head to let her take pictures, "Aunt Yun, his hometown is in Taiping County, back then..."

"So what? Tell me, do you want anyone else besides him?"

He Qianqiu thought about it seriously, "If it wasn't for him, it wouldn't work."

"Isn't that right? Stretching out the head with a knife, retracting the head is also a knife, why procrastinate, are you still a man from the He family?"

He Qianqiu smiled wryly, but was finally speechless.

When Qi Yan helped Xiaofeng come out with oatmeal cakes and black tea, he always felt that the eyes of those two people were strange, which made his hair stand on his back.

Qi Yan and He Qianqiu drank tea and chatted with Aunt Yun, and it was already dark when they left the apartment.

I always feel that the old lady looked at him thoughtfully, and asked him clearly about the three generations of his ancestors, so she was about to introduce her own daughter to him.

Qi Yan finally couldn't help asking: "Mr. He, does Aunt Yun have a daughter?"

He Qianqiu knew what was going on in this kid's mind too well, so he tapped him on the forehead, "You think too much."

"Okay..." Qi Yan hugged his head silently before speaking, suddenly a figure flashed in the corner of his eyes, he turned his head suddenly, just in time to see Du Feng's back turning around the corner.

He said "I'm sorry I have something to do", and ran after him.

When he ran all the way to the corner, he saw Du Feng walking towards the next street again. He seemed in a hurry, as if he was on his way, but also seemed to be extremely guilty, looking back at every turn.

Qi Yan almost met his gaze, turned around hastily, and hid behind the street lamp.

When Du Feng got into the taxi, Qi Yan watched anxiously. Just when he didn't know what to do, a black Chevrolet stopped by the side of the road with the window rolled down. He Qianqiu calmly pointed his finger at him: "Get in the car."

Qi Yan hesitated for less than half a second before getting into the car, "I, I saw Du Feng. The company told him not to go abroad, but he, so I'm curious..."

He Qianqiu said: "I know, just watch carefully." Then he started the car and stuck behind the taxi far away.

Their Chevrolet has been hiding behind at least three cars, steadily chasing Du Feng's taxi.

Qi Yan couldn't help sighing: "Mr. He, your driving skills are really good, how did you practice it?"

He Qianqiu looked ahead without squinting, "Bump into a zombie."

Qi Yan didn't expect him to make such a joke, so with a snort, he quickly lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders with laughter.

He Qianqiu sighed, "Why don't you believe the truth."

Qi Yan laughed so hard that he rolled in his chair, almost forgetting the business.

As dusk fell, the taxi stopped in front of a dilapidated building.

There were few pedestrians nearby, so He Qianqiu parked the car a hundred meters away.There was a dilapidated neon signboard hanging on the gate of the dilapidated building, and now there were only a few lights left on, and a "theater" could barely be discerned, and a faded poster beside it hung down a corner, rattling by the night wind.It should be a broken theater.

Qi Yan watched Du Feng walk into the gate of the theater, before he opened his mouth, He Qianqiu agreed, "Go, I'll wait for you here. Be careful."

If this continues, he doesn't need to say anything in the future, as long as he looks at He Qianqiu affectionately, the other party will definitely understand what he wants to say.

Qi Yan nodded vigorously, got out of the car, looked around, and ran to the theater.

It is obviously not realistic to go in through the gate.

He went around to the small alley behind the theater and saw the old transom on the wall, so he ran up, jumped, stepped on the protruding bricks, climbed on the wall like a gecko, and grabbed the iron railing on the window.

When you get close, you can see the whole picture of the stage.

Under the dim lights, about a dozen people gathered in the open space below the stage. Looking from the back, there were men and women, old and young.The stage set is a map of the starry sky, with the deep space and the bright stars as the background, and a huge silver cube in the middle is shining, and the surface is densely covered with complicated and unclear lines.

Qi Yan grabbed the iron railing with one hand, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the background.

Then an old man of Chinese descent in a blue Chinese tunic came onto the stage, holding a cane in his hand, and stood proudly and leisurely with his legs apart. "After confirmation, the two Pandora boxes are no longer in place."

The crowd exclaimed and became agitated.

The old man raised his hand, suppressed the noisy voice, and continued: "But we found an important bait." He nodded his chin, and two other people also walked onto the stage and stood beside the old man.

Qi Yan saw the faces of those two clearly, and almost cried out.

Those two people are Wang Dacheng and Du Feng.

Amidst the sparse applause, Du Feng nodded to the crowd with a reserved and soft smile.

Then the old man suddenly changed the topic, "But," he took out the remote control and pressed it, and an LCD TV slowly hung down from the curtain above the stage. Then the old man raised his cane and tapped the screen, just like a teacher teaching elementary school students "This bait is more important."

Qi Yan looked at the screen carefully, and couldn't help cursing inwardly. What was on the screen was his solo at the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala.

The old man was still explaining, "His singing is the highest standard of the Merle flute no matter the wavelength or rhythm. Pandora's box will definitely find the most perfect singing, move to him, and collect energy nearby. At that time..."

A black cat suddenly jumped onto the rain gutter next to it, meowing at Qi Yan so loudly that he couldn't hear what the old man said clearly.

He had no choice but to point to the lamppost next to him, "Hey, go play there."

Then listen to the old man carefully.

"Dacheng, sign Du Feng first, and then find a way to sign Qi Yan. Make sure they stay within the scope of observation."

Du Feng looked a little embarrassed, Qi Yan expressed his understanding.No matter where he goes, he can't get rid of Qi Yan's shadow, and he can't win Qi Yan.It seems that everyone is reminding him that you are not as good as Qi Yan.

The two didn't even have to confront each other and he lost.

The black cat finally lost patience with the human occupying his resting window, roared with a meow, and bravely threw himself on his head.

Qi Yan couldn't hold back, let out a cry, let go of the window railing and fell to the ground.

The people in the theater immediately woke up, the old man winked, and someone ran out to check immediately.

The place where Qi Yan was located was a dead end, and it was too late to run out now.Regardless of the pain in his back and thighs, he got up, nervously thinking about countermeasures.

The author has something to say:

Qi Yan: The male peacock attracts bees and butterflies!Male peacocks don't know how to check!

He Qianqiu: Who is the male peacock talking about?

Qi Yan: ... talking about myself TAT

He Qianqiu: Good boy, I'll feed you below.

Qi Yan: I think this kind of weather is suitable for eating cold noodles.

He Qianqiu: Who said this time is a serious face?

Qi Yan:! !Then don't eat!

He Qianqiu: The protest is invalid.

Qi Yan: Tyranny!I want to revolt!

He Qianqiu: Repression.

Qi Yan: Run away!

He Qianqiu: Imprisonment.

Qi Yan: Attack!

He Qianqiu: Try it.

Qi Yan: You can't be fooled...