[Rebirth] Messiah of the Nightingale

Qi Yan, who is foolish and blessed, was woken up by the nurse.

After a night of heavy rain, the air was fresh and the sky was blue. The nurse opened all the curtains, and the sky outside the window looked like a large piece of pure sapphire.

Qi Yan greedily looked at the luxurious and beautiful sky scenery after three years, and couldn't bear to look away.The nurse came over with a tray, handed him a plastic cup containing small pills, and joked with a smile, "You are thinking of spring? Don't be dazed, take the medicine soon."

It wasn't the eldest sister yesterday, but a young and beautiful young woman in her early twenties, with a fair oval face, short hair that reached her ears, neat and generous, and a curvy body outlined by a nurse's uniform.

Qi Yan chuckled, and half sat up to take medicine.I can feel some pain in my throat when drinking water and swallowing, but it is much better than in my previous life.

He remembered that when he woke up in his previous life, his throat was so swollen that he could hardly speak, and it took half a month to barely get better.It seems to be born again, and luck is much better.

If he finds a way to synthesize a healing medicine, he will definitely win this competition.

Finally seeing hope, Qi Yan relaxed a lot, and began to tease the nurse. When she asked what looked so good just now, she replied solemnly: "Not as good as you."

The little handsome guy's half-smile expression is really charming, and the pheromones are faintly emitted.The young girl blushed immediately, lowered her head and gently finished the injection for him, collected her things and went out.

Qi Yan stroked his chin in a daze, not noticing that he had been staring at the girl's back.

Although it is said that now is the era when all people sell rot, even passer-by A is familiar with terms such as CP and Gongshou, and then counted a few pairs of so-called national CPs by the way.For the sake of popularity, artists also deliberately or unintentionally hype in this regard, fueling the flames.

But entertainment is one thing, life is another.

Qi Yan only fell in love once in his two lifetimes, and he lost his armor and armor, not to mention, and finally risked his life.Looking back on it now, it still hurts my heart, and I still have lingering fears.No matter how sweet and fulfilling the love was, he didn't want to experience it again.

The so-called love is just a flash in the pan. When it is in full bloom, it can make the whole world lose its luster, but it can only last for a short moment, and then wither and wither.That being the case, why devote your life to such a waste of energy and hurt others and yourself?

It's rare for Qi Yan to live a new life, and he has the heavy responsibility of "saving the world". He decided that it's better not to be distracted by these trivial matters.

It's better to honestly find a suitable woman to marry and live a normal life.He will definitely be a good husband, be good to his wife wholeheartedly, take care of the family, and raise children.When I get old, it's like the end of "The Godfather", sitting in a rocking chair and watching my grandchildren play and play, and then die suddenly.

Qi Yan is an orphan, and the existence of a family is a luxury for him. When he thinks about the future like this, he is still vaguely excited.When looking at the back of the girl who was walking further and further away, his eyes became more eager.

Then the eyes were covered by a cloud, the nose was pinched, the soreness rushed to the forehead, and the tears rolled in the eye sockets.

"Spring is too early, isn't your courtship a bit late." The familiar perfume smell came, the slightly astringent and long aftertaste bitter gentian taste mixed with the woody and stable aroma that seems to have accumulated over the years, revealing maturity and Elegant temperament, is snow white gentian.

Two men he knew would wear this perfume, and after mixing their own body odor and temperature, there would be subtle differences.

Tang Yue is like a lone rock mountain, hard and cold; He Qianqiu is like a boundless sea of ​​trees, thick and vast, but full of vitality.

Qi Yan found that he was also deeply influenced by the media, and he always unconsciously compared the two.

He suddenly felt extremely ashamed, and his heart throbbed slightly.Shrinking his neck with a complex expression, saved his nose, and greeted hoarsely: "No, I'm just in a daze. Teacher He, why are you here?"

He Qianqiu was tall and handsome.Although he eats a literati meal, he cultivates the body of a military general.

He has a wide range of hobbies, including rock climbing, surfing, horse racing, shooting, boxing, Chinese martial arts, etc. He is well-proportioned and tall, and his proportions are so good that he can be a model.As a prolific writer, he can take care of so many hobbies. Apart from genius, there is no other word to describe him.

So when Qi Yan saw him, he was instinctively shorter - after all, with his 175 height, he was naturally shorter in front of He Qianqiu who was 184.

The shirt on He Qianqiu's body was obviously wrinkled, which should be traces of a long-distance travel, and he went directly to the hospital to see him before he could change it, which made Qi Yan flattered and heartbroken.

However, Teacher He's words were not very pleasant: "I heard Xiao Ming said that there was a strange woman who was disgusted and I saved his life. He cried and ran to commit suicide, so he came back to see and see."

The deep and rhythmic voice can almost make people shudder immediately.He Qianqiu's speeches have always touched people's hearts and gained popularity, most likely due to his voice.

Qi Yan looked up at him, and suddenly remembered that the last time he saw He Qianqiu was at the base meeting.The leaders of the various bases gathered to discuss a plan to fight Meredith.As a result, everyone had their own ideas, but no result was reached through discussion, and finally broke up unhappy.

At that time, He Qianqiu had a special opinion on Qi Yan once, telling him that the Dragon Hall base was not suitable, and Tang Yue was not trustworthy.As long as he is willing, He Qianqiu will break through all obstacles and bring him back to the Qi'an base.

How did he reject He Qianqiu at that time?

With a firm gaze, he smiled and said to He Qianqiu: "Mr. He, thank you. But I'm not going anywhere. Even if the whole world betrays Tang Yue, I will stay by his side."

He Qianqiu said: Tang Yue is paranoid and tends to self-destruct. I'm afraid you will get into trouble.

Qi Yan was full of confidence: I'm fine, trust me, Mr. He.He won't hurt me.

In the end, He Qianqiu didn't force him, he just said that if you stay in Dragon Hall, I can't protect you, so I can do it myself.

He thought that He Qianqiu probably transferred his concern for his younger brother to him, so he was grateful and guilty, but finally refused.

What was the final result?

Be it trust, love, or the fetters that you think are unbreakable, they are all like a castle on a sand dune. When a big wave hits, it will be completely destroyed.

Qi Yan rubbed his nose and smiled wryly, "No, Teacher He, I just—"

His voice was extremely hoarse and trembling, and strings of transparent water droplets dripped onto the white sheet.Qi Yan was stunned. He didn't like to cry since he was a child. On the one hand, it was because a man bleeds and doesn't shed tears. On the other hand, it was because of the experience he learned in the orphanage. Crying is tantamount to showing weakness, and in exchange for more bullying.

Even though he was tortured in the dark dungeon and almost starved to death, pain, anger, and despair wrapped around his body like black thorns, he never shed a single tear.

He didn't cry during the most painful and difficult time, why can't he stop crying after being reprimanded by He Qianqiu in a lukewarm manner?Just like a little girl who has been greatly wronged.

Qi Yan himself panicked, sniffed and wiped his eyes, and then He Qianqiu stuffed a towel into his hand.

He Qianqiu watched him cover his face with a handkerchief, just waiting quietly.Pulled the chair and sat on the edge of the bed, touched the cigarette habitually, and put the lighter back after thinking about it, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Qi Yan looked at him pitifully, "I had a nightmare..."

He Qianqiu's expression didn't change. He took off the unlit cigarette. There seemed to be a starlight in his dark pupils, which made people reluctant to look away. "Listen to Xiao Ming, it's the end of the world?"

Unexpectedly not being laughed at, Qi Yan was extremely surprised, and nodded repeatedly, "Then fell asleep. Teacher He, don't worry, how could I commit suicide."

"Who died?"

Qi Yan didn't understand, and stared at him blankly.

He Qianqiu still looked calm, "Who died in the dream?"

Qi Yan subconsciously grasped the towel tightly, the silky fabric was crumpled, he avoided He Qianqiu's sight, "No, no impression, it's a dream, how can it be so clear. It's just, a dream..."

A warm palm fell on top of the head, rubbing it gently, "Just wake up."

As if being gently wrapped from head to toe by a hot spring, He Qianqiu didn't turn on the poisonous tongue mode for such an absurd dream, but comforted him as if he took it very seriously.The depression after being ridiculed by He Qianming disappeared in an instant, he nodded vigorously, and looked at the man carefully.

Then I heard He Qianqiu say: "Tomorrow's game, let's work hard."

Qi Yan almost jumped up in shock, "Isn't it three days after Bibi's competition!!"

He Qianqiu looked at him sympathetically, "How long do you think you've been unconscious?"

Qi Yan screamed.

I originally planned to use these three days to get familiar with his golden fingers, do a few tasks in exchange for rewards, heal my throat, and aspire to be the champion of the "Original Star Singing Contest"!

Now that the plan has been completely broken, Qi Yan almost collapsed, and turned over and got out of bed while screaming.It was probably the butterfly effect, he wasn't in a coma for that long last time.

He Qianqiu happily admired it beside him.Qi Yan hopped around the room like a rabbit, grabbing a cheap T-shirt with a skull printed on it and looking at it with disgust, his aesthetics ten years ago were so unsightly.Then he continued to rummage through the laundry in his travel bag, and finally found a white shirt to put on.

Once put on and taken off, the slender legs and flexible waist are exposed.

While he was tossing about, his assistant Luo Yiping came in and was startled when he saw He Qianqiu, "Mr. He! You are here."

He Qianqiu asked: "Well, are you leaving the hospital?"

Luo Yiping sighed, "Yeah, the live broadcast will be broadcast tomorrow, and there will be rehearsal today, so we can't delay it anyway."

He Qianqiu nodded, "Remember to take him back to the hospital for reexamination."

Luo Yiping nodded and pecked at the chicken, "Don't worry, Mr. He."

Qi Yan's hands trembled, and the zipper of his jeans almost got caught in his underwear.For these people, it was only a few days, but for him, he hadn't been on stage for three years.Suddenly want to regain skills, at least give some time.

Without knowing it, Luo Yiping helped him pack all his daily necessities and clothes into his bag, bowed his head and said goodbye to He Qianqiu.

Qi Yan gritted his teeth, ready to work hard to adapt to the new pace of life.Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder and patted. The familiar warm woody aroma had a calming effect, calming his flustered mood. "Xiao Yan, come on."

Qi Yan looked up at He Qianqiu, nodded vigorously, Luo Yiping shouted in the corridor, he took a deep breath, said, "See you, Mr. He!" and chased him out.

He Qianqiu watched Qi Yan's back disappear, then left the ward, went to the smoking area to light a cigarette, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself, "Is it the end of the world...?"

Qi Yan met Du Feng again in the parking lot, and the two laughed dryly before getting into the nanny's car.Luo Yiping was still rambling about today's schedule, rehearsing until two o'clock, and the last rehearsal in the studio at 02:30.

The live broadcast of the entire game, although not as sophisticated as the recorded broadcast, is more authentic and full of unpredictable fun.

This has resulted in all participants having to go through rigorous pre-training and rehearsals.

Luo Yiping was worried, "Xiao Yan, is your throat okay? It sounds a little strange."

Qi Yan cleared his throat, but felt a little hoarse. He tried to sing a few lines, but the sound broke when he reached a high note.

For a moment, the three of them fell silent.

Du Feng still had the expression of an innocent little white rabbit, his stammering voice was about to cry, "What, what should I do?"

Luo Yiping is just an assistant, and Beacon has a special agent in charge, but he is not here now.He frowned and thought, "It's really impossible..."

The song selected by Fengyan to participate in the finals was very difficult, with a vocal range spanning four octaves. Du Feng's vocal range was simply out of reach, so Qi Yan was the main force.The company spent a lot of money to hire well-known musicians to compose this song, and the lyrics were written by He Qianqiu.

So Luo Yiping hesitated, but still didn't dare to say the word "change song".

Seeing the tense atmosphere in the car, Qi Yan smiled heartily, "Don't worry, haven't I slept for three days, my throat is just not open. Just practice."

Then he pretended to review the song, put on headphones to listen to the song, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Although the time is short, fortunately, he has a trump card.I just didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

Messiah 2.0 starts up, and the task bar flashes, showing that there are new tasks.

Main Quest ([-]): Attack, Nightingale

Mission description: Win the "Original Star" championship

Well, now he has even more reason.

Qi Yan connected the customer service.