[Rebirth] Messiah of the Nightingale

I still want to achieve the [-]th achievement of the shielding furnace cauldron.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Your world and we will remember you.

№.1☆☆☆Message from Messiah of the New World☆☆☆

Hope it doesn't hurt...? ﹏?

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Your world and we will remember you. 1

№.2☆☆☆Message from the Messiah of the Mask☆☆☆

Let Xiao Ye sing to you.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Your world and we will remember you. 2

№.3☆☆☆Message from Messiah of Steel☆☆☆

Qi Yan felt a chill down his back.

This sentence was repeated all the way to the three-digit post.

Includes no-nonsense characters like the Beacon and the Blood Messiah.

The solemn atmosphere prevented him from asking.

He turned off the post, and desperately summoned the customer service: "Mr. Customer Service, Mr. Customer Service, Mr. Customer Service, hurry up, hurry up!!!!"

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that the customer service was slow to respond this time.

Customer service: "What's the matter?"

Qi Yan hesitated, touched the tip of his nose and asked: "Messiah...will he die?"

Customer service: "Sometimes."

Not occasionally, not rarely, but sometimes.

Qi Yan: "...Then, will I become a dead Messiah?"

Customer service: "You can be a ravaged messiah, a worn-out messiah, but never a dead messiah."

Qi Yan couldn't care less about worrying: "You're the one who's been trampled and you're the one who's been used up!!"

Customer service: "This challenge is too difficult, I suggest you give up."

Qi Yan feels that the whole person is not good, why the whole painting style of customer service has changed after not seeing customer service for a while, author, you have to hold it! !

After thinking about it, he changed the subject: "If you will sacrifice, why do you still want to be the Messiah?"

"There will be sacrifices in everything," the cold voice of the customer service seemed to be infiltrated with tenderness, like an invisible hand gently stroking the back of Qi Yan's head, "When you are faced with a choice, you must not forget that behind your choice, the relationship with many people."

"This many means..."

"60 people."

"Where did such a precise figure come from!?"

"The author made up nonsense to make up the number of words."

Qi Yan fell down on the bed with a bang, and couldn't even get up the strength to complain.

The turmoil of the live broadcast passed quickly, but Qi Yan still asked someone to investigate his father.

That man's name was Qi Guoqiang, and he was still somewhat handsome when he was young. This was probably the greatest favor he left for Qi Yan.

After Qi Guoqiang ran away due to debts, he traveled to most of China and did many jobs, such as selling clothes, snacks, and pirated discs at a street stall.

Later, I finally got a little better. I opened a X County snack less than ten square meters, married a wife, and gave birth to a pair of twins.

The pair of dragon and phoenix twins were also surnamed Qi, what was their name? Qi Yan just glanced at it and didn't take it to heart at all.

Although in terms of blood, they are his half-brothers and sisters, but for Qi Yan who has lived in an orphanage for most of his life and was raised by He Qianqiu who has no blood relationship at all, what kind of blood is thicker than water, what kind of family affection , are nothing more than a few nouns in black and white.

The twins went to a well-known private international school, and the tuition fees were very expensive.It is estimated that the parents are determined to hope that their son will become a dragon and their daughter will become a phoenix, and they will save their two children for school.

Qi Yan remembered that when he was a child, his father deliberately kept him waiting at the door of the store for a whole day in order not to buy toys for him, so he couldn't help but sneered.

Qi Guoqiang's snack bar in X County was recently found to have hygiene problems and was ordered to suspend business for rectification. For this family whose financial burden was already heavy, it was nothing more than a worse blow.

It was quite a coincidence that the man found him as soon as the restaurant closed.

Qi Yan really didn't want to, but he couldn't stop his sneer, his face was about to cramp.

He Qianqiu finished the online conference, turned off skype, took off the earphones, returned to the living room, raised his arms to hug the young man who was holding a leather folder, and his facial nerves were twitching, and kissed his temple, "The face is cramped, and I'm Are you ready to participate in the beauty contest?"

Qi Yan wiped his face, threw the folder and burrowed into He Qianqiu's arms, with the scent of pine wood, a warm and solid feeling.He pressed his face against He Qianqiu's chest and rubbed it: "...if only you were my dad."

Not bad at all, rather terrible.

He Qianqiu suddenly had the urge to throw this kid under the sofa.

But compared to ethical immorality, what He Qianqiu cares more about is——

"Am I that old?"

Qi Yan was amused by his dignified expression, and the gloom in his heart was swept away, and he suddenly moved close to kiss He Qianqiu on the cheek, "Teacher He is always strong and strong, old and strong..."

He Qianqiu's face was completely darkened, and he pushed Qi Yan on the cushion, while peeling off his pants, he unbuttoned his own belt, "It's enough to use a few idioms, right? Let me show you how strong my brother is. "

Qi Yan's laughter quickly turned into screams and groans, "You, you are old! Disrespectful!...Ah, ah, no! Oh, I'm sorry, I was wrong... Never dare again It's... um... um..."

Digging one's own grave, cocooning one's own self, nothing more than this.

In the blink of an eye, it was April [-]st, at [-]:[-] in the morning, Qi Yan was sitting in Mr. Gan's luxurious office, reading the latest version of the concert proposal.

What was originally planned was just a small-scale concert, but now it has been changed into a world tour concert in eleven cities on three continents in Europe, Asia and America.

In addition to the four Chinese cities, Tokyo, Bangkok, Kuala Lumpur, San Francisco, New York, Liverpool and Stockholm were added.

Forget about the first few cities, what happened to Liverpool and Stockholm?The former is one of the birthplaces of British rock and roll, and the home of the Beatles. Is it true that the Chinese are going to hold a concert to die?As for the latter... Qi Yan couldn't figure it out, when did he become so popular in the northern countries?

After Qi Yan finished scanning the proposal, he suddenly felt blessed, and stared at Gan Xueli with round eyes: "I see, today is April Fool's Day, you guys are playing with me!"

Gan Xueli was angry and funny, and wanted to knock his head itchy with his fingers, but finally had no choice but to knock on the table, "I'm in a hurry, so I don't take a beauty sleep early in the morning to play with you. Are you very funny?"

Qi Yan wanted to say that my young master is of course fun, so he touched his nose and held back.

Bi Wenning and Luo Yiping laughed beside them without shame.

Qi Yan continued to touch his nose in embarrassment, thinking what he was saying was the same, so he went back anxiously with the proposal in his arms.

Then he asked He Qianqiu for confirmation immediately: "Mr. He, you didn't do this, did you?"

He Qianqiu snorted: "How could I do such a thing?"

Qi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and heard him add: "What's the point of such a petty activity, as long as you like it, I'll ask someone to prepare a real tour."

Qi Yan: "Really...?"

"How about 36 games in [-] cities?"

Qi Yan waved his hands in a hurry: "No, it's already very decent now, Mr. He, please spare me!"

He Qianqiu touched his chin with his thumb, squinted his eyes and looked at him: "When did you say that you were spared, but didn't you happily bite me?"

Qi Yan finally choked on the saliva, lying on He Qianqiu's work table, coughing earth-shatteringly, blushing, and could only wave the little white flag to surrender with tears in his eyes.

He Qianqiu had just returned home from a meeting, and didn't have time to change clothes. The navy blue British three-piece suit was well-tailored, his hair was combed back, and he paired it with a pair of rimless glasses. No matter how you looked at it, he looked serious Rigid, handsome and domineering elite CEO, it's not good to say such obscene words in a serious manner.

But after he read the budget of the proposal three times, he felt that He Qianqiu was talking big, so he went back to the study to ask the teacher.

He Qianqiu closed the notebook, crossed his arms and leaned back on the chair back: "I can understand that you will have such a judgment, which can be explained by Bacon's cave illusion."

Qi Yan was dumbfounded: "...what?"

He Qianqiu read the scriptures: "One of Bacon's four cognitive illusions. Everyone has their own nature, worships different authorities, reads different books, education, habits, and even accidents form different cognitive ranges. In addition The impressions produced in the minds of prejudiced people are quite different from those produced in the minds of indifferent people..."

"Stop!" Qi Yan crossed his hands and made a big X, "Speak human!"

He Qianqiu lightly rubbed his brows and considered his words, "...the poor can't understand the world of the rich?"

Qi Yan was furious, and rushed to sit on He Qianqiu's lap: "I despise me as a poor man! After all, I am a big star with a net worth close to eight [emphasis here]! How much money do you have? So much that you can despise me ?”

He regretted it after asking, scratched the back of his head and tried to stand up, "I, I, I didn't mean that."

He Qianqiu continued to surround Qi Yan, asked the young man to sit in his arms in another direction, and called up the latest briefing from the financial manager on the tablet.

Qi Yan read the briefing with staring eyes. The first feeling was that the report was so complicated, and the second feeling was that the numbers were so dizzying. After he calculated the approximate total with his fingers, he immediately turned into a stone statue on He Qianqiu's lap.

"Xiao Yan?" He Qianqiu pinched his face, seeing the little singer turned his head tremblingly, leaving a deep and mournful look.

Then Qi Yan silently climbed off He Qianqiu's legs and walked out of the study room without a sound.

After that, Qi Yan thought about it, that man now has his own wife and children, and his own life has nothing to do with him, no different from a stranger.If it doesn't work, just treat it as a distant relative.

On the evening of two days before the Ching Ming Festival, Qi Yan visited Qi Guoqiang's home as scheduled.

Qi Guoqiang lives in a very old residential area. The roadside outside the area is full of sycamore trees. At the end of spring, the palm-shaped fluffy green leaves are thriving.

In addition, the environment of the community is lacklustre. There is a snack street just across the wall. It is noisy and busy all day long, which is not conducive to the peace of mind of middle school students.

Luo Yiping parked the car outside the snack street and found that he didn't go in at all, so Qi Yan got off the car early.

He didn't let Luo Yiping follow, he entered the house alone with the gift, and found that the room was in a mess.The lights were dim, and the room was full of things. Old cabinets, cardboard boxes, various cans, several large bundles of free magazines and other sundries filled the room, and there was almost no place to set foot.

Two bedrooms and one living room, the house of less than 50 square meters lived in two adults and two high school students, and the air seemed to exude a sour smell of corruption.

The object of Qi Guoqiang's remarriage is a black and thin middle-aged woman, who can still vaguely see the beauty of her youth.With big eyes and dark pupils, thick eyelashes, blackened and exaggerated eyeliner, thin cheekbones, and dull complexion, she is a shrewd woman who has gone through hardships.The hair is very thick, but it has become sparse and gray, and it is neatly tied into a bun.

The woman's surname was Ma, and a very popular name was Ma Chunli. When she saw Qi Yan coming, she put on a smile full of chrysanthemum folds and beckoned him to sit down.

Qi Yan also pretended to be very polite, and obediently called Auntie, and sent the gift basket.

Ma Chunli's eyes fell on the gift basket, her face froze, and then she smiled again, and put the basket on the coffee table casually, "Come here, come, what kind of gift is so expensive."

Qi Yan was a little puzzled, but he sat down with her and said with a smile: "It should be. I'm here..."

Ma Chunli had already cut him off, "The shabby home makes you laugh. Your father is coming back soon. He, these years have been really difficult..."

The woman took control of the initiative and began to vomit bitterness. As she spoke, her voice choked up, she wiped the corners of her eyes with a napkin, took down a little black eyeliner, and laughed again, "Look at me, really, what are you talking about? Xiaoyan, don't take it to heart, your younger brother and sister are still at school, and their school has school celebrations, rehearsing until eight or nine o'clock every day, if you sit a little longer, they want to see your eldest brother too."

Qi Yan couldn't sit still for half a minute, but at this moment the door lock rang, and Qi Guoqiang opened the door and came in.

He hurriedly stood up, "Dad, you are back! Auntie, I will definitely see you next time I have a chance. I still have work tonight, so I just took the time to send the plane ticket to Dad. I have to catch the announcement in Qingming, and I will go directly to the airport after filming. I will trouble my father to wait for me in Taiping County first, the accommodation there has been arranged, and then we will go to visit my mother's grave together."

Qi Guoqiang glanced at his wife, nodded submissively, and said: "Xiaoyan, you come here once in a while, sit down for a while, and leave after dinner."

Ma Chunli was also overly enthusiastic, trying to push him back to the sofa, "Yes, yes, Xiao Yan can go after dinner."

Qi Yan quietly avoided the woman's hand, walked up to Qi Guoqiang, took out the envelope containing the air ticket from the inner pocket of the casual suit, and stuffed it into his hand, then said, "Dad, I'll go first."

Qi Guoqiang hesitated for a moment, then nodded frequently, "Hey, hey, be careful on the road."

Qi Yan didn't give the woman another chance, and opened the door directly after saying goodbye.

He closed the door and stood for a while.

The sound insulation of the old wooden door is not very good, and soon a dispute came from inside, and the woman's voice was sharp and piercing, "What is your son? Look at it, he has the nerve to put in two broken pens, does he still have a conscience? Ah, does he have you as a father in his heart?"

Qi Yan asked his assistant to prepare a gift basket, including brain-boosting nutritional supplements, two boxes of blood swallows, a bottle of ginseng wine, and some other dried fruits and nuts.Considering that the child is going to high school, Luo Yiping stuffed two more Scholars pens from the sponsor. Although they were gifts, the market price of one is about five or six hundred.It was Qi Yan who gave it to Luo Yiping casually.

Qi Yan was not happy with Luo Yiping's doing this at first. The pens he used to study were distributed uniformly by the orphanage, and the average price did not exceed five yuan.

But Luo Yiping said that it is not easy to have two children, since you gave them to me, then treat them as my gift to them, and study hard in the future, don't learn from their father.

Qi Yan was still complaining in his heart at that time, it doesn't matter if I am the savior, what kind of saint are you?

Now it seems that Luo Yiping's good intentions are really wasted.

Seeing Qi Yan got into the car, Luo Yiping excitedly asked while reversing the car: "How is it?"

Qi Yan smiled, "The two children participated in club activities at school, but Dad and Auntie were very happy and said thank you."

Luo Yiping was also very happy, and while driving the car onto the main road, he babbled, "...It's good to have a family, and the New Year is more lively. When Mr. He bullies you, someone will support you."

Qi Yan responded copiously, propped his head up and looked out the window out of boredom, the street lights were bright, the traffic was busy, and his car rowed forward slowly in the traffic.

When we arrived at the gate of the community, a dazzling bright red sports car drove towards us. The streetlights illuminated the car, making it look like a huge ruby.The lines of the body are fine and smooth, and the shape looks familiar.

Qi Yan suddenly remembered that the shape of that car was the same as the one He Qianqiu bought.

He was wondering who the owner of the car was, when he saw the car passing by, the window was rolled down, revealing the face of a handsome young man with a very bookish look.

The talented student Xiao Lei smiled politely, and greeted him, "Are you back, Xiaoyan?"

Qi Yan also nodded, "Let's go, Xiaolei?"

The two smiled amicably, one went in, the other went out, and parted ways.

"Hey, Xiao Lei's car looks familiar." Luo Yiping spoke bluntly, and after speaking, he saw Qi Yan's face darkened in the rearview mirror, and immediately shut his mouth knowingly.