The smile of the reborn king

When Lu Yu left the Bloody Lane Hotel before, the young man in camouflage had just come back from the outside with a half-used travel bag on his back. He looked quite relaxed. After paying the taxi fare, he turned around and looked up, just in time to see Lu Yu turn and leave. From the back, there was the coquettish laughter and cursing of the proprietress in the hotel shop.

——What is this eccentric kid going to do?His attire doesn't look like he's looking for leaks, so is it possible that his purpose of coming here is finally revealed?

The young man put his hands in his trouser pockets, raised his brows imperceptibly, and under his thick eyebrows, his eyes were black and bright.

He hadn't had much contact with Lu Yu these two days, but after his observation, it was confirmed that Lu Yu was not following him, at least he could be sure that Lu Yu's purpose of living here had nothing to do with him.

In this way, he no longer harbored any implied hostility towards Lu Yu, but rather became somewhat curious about this elegant, clean, handsome, and mature kid—people in their profession have always been "superstitious", and they believed Fate and intuition.

To put it bluntly, he is obviously a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a good upbringing. He behaves naturally and calmly, is gentle and generous, and is as clean as transparent. Shouldn't such an excellent child sit in a bright classroom and read a book? Rich and beautiful lyric prose?Shouldn't his fingers write joyful and melancholy verses, and play elegant and crisp pianos?

He's still at an age where he should be innocent.

However, he appeared in Bloody Clothes Lane with his familiarity and vigilance, and stayed in this unscrupulous hotel unknown to most people, and got along well with the owner and wife of the hotel...

It is impossible for others not to be curious.

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"Dong dong dong."

Regular knocks on the door sounded in the luxurious villa.

The bedroom was quiet, no one paid attention.

"Second Young Master, your phone number. Second Young Master..."

This time, the sound of knocking on the door was mixed with a cautious voice asking for instructions, and finally succeeded in waking up a young man who had been sleeping all day in the room.

"boom!"

The bedroom door was flung open angrily, hit the wall behind the door, and then bounced back violently, and was blocked by a tall, shirtless young man in pajama pants, "What call?! Can't answer for me Did you? Didn’t know I was sleeping, huh?!”

The young man is very young, with a standard handsome face with sword eyebrows and star eyes, straight nose bridge, and firm lip line. He is about 1.8 meters tall and straight. His bare upper body has broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a thin and muscular silhouette lurks With explosive force, the palm of the hand that opened the door was covered with calluses, and there was an obvious old gunshot wound on the shoulder.

At this moment, the handsome young man was like an angry lion, his deep roar was filled with boundless tyranny and oppression, which made the maid who knocked on the door look terrified, and her thin shoulders trembled.

The maid hurriedly explained in a soft voice: "Second young master, you, as you mentioned, the telephone line in your bedroom was broken by you, if Ms. Xu Yang calls home, I must wake you up... "

Before he finished speaking, the young man's face changed slightly, and he rushed out like a lion with his bare feet, and ran downstairs "all the way".

Xu Yang's voice came from the phone in the living room downstairs, and she asked, "Is it Zheng Yi?"

Zheng Yi's chest rose and fell, and he said in a muffled voice: "It's me, have you found the person I want to see?"

Xu Yang's voice was as lazy and indifferent as ever, and she said: "Come to 'Ye Wei Fei Bar', and you will be at his place in a few minutes, come and see if it is the person you are looking for."

After hearing this, Zheng Yi clenched his fists, clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes dangerously. When he paused and tried to speak again, the phone was hung up with a "beep beep", and he cursed in a low voice. After saying "grass", he dropped the phone casually, turned around and strode upstairs.

Back in the bedroom, he took off his pajama pants, raised his feet with a pair of strong legs and threw the pajama pants to the corner, put on his clothes with a heavy expression and murderous eyes, his almost naked body pulled up his graceful legs with the movement of dressing. Muscle lines, "I want to see, what kind of character are you, who can play tricks on me so skillfully!"

——Since more than ten days ago, he has dreamed every night when he sleeps, but he can't remember the specific situation in the dream after waking up.

However, although he couldn't remember clearly, the vague feelings that remained in his mind and perception during the dream and after waking up made him vaguely aware that the scene he dreamed of was very strange, clearly a place he had never been to. Characters he has never seen before, things he has never experienced, but these scenes form a picture that is familiar to him.

It's like watching a videotape of memory, or flipping through old photos that have turned yellow.

That weird sense of familiarity, vague, ignorant, but real.

It seems to come from his flesh and blood and emotional bones, so that when he wakes up from a dream, there will be bursts of sadness that make him tremble suddenly, so sad that he can't breathe, and he wants to cry aloud impulsively by surprise.

What, what is going on here?This is simply inexplicable!

He wanted to ignore it, but the strange dream repeated over and over again, it was a kind of torture, even the inexplicable suppressed anger and despair pain in his chest were so real.

It seems that he really lost something that loves more than life, as if he really experienced some kind of tearing grief, but it has been sealed in the bottom of his heart all the time, but now, the thing in his heart has somehow disappeared. The son suddenly came alive, playing it back hysterically over and over again in his nightmare...

He was extremely irritable, he consulted a psychiatrist, he consulted the unpredictable seniors, he even went to Huangshan Wudang and other places to pray to gods and Buddhas!

But it didn't work for him. As soon as he fell asleep, the dream continued, and the sudden depressive sadness was thick and dense, one after another, and it almost broke his spirit.

He couldn't take it anymore.

But there was nothing he could do, he seemed to be cursed, he begged his father, and when his father found out that he had seen a psychiatrist, he just waved his hand and asked him to learn something serious and stop thinking about it all day long.

He gritted his teeth in anger, and could only continue to try his best to recall the situations and characters in the dream, trying to find a clue, but damn, there was always a thick layer of clouds floating in his head, completely separating him from the people and things in the dream Open, so that he can't touch it, can't perceive it, and still can't remember what happened in the dream.

It's as if every punch hits the cotton, and every time it's a suffocating feeling of not being able to exert strength.

He smashed the wall and beat the ground, practiced guns crazily in the shooting range, and was extremely exhausted. Finally, this morning, he suddenly woke up from his dream, dazed and confused, and instinctively murmured, which seemed to be a person's name.

Ah Yu...Lu Yu...

right!This is the man!

He held on to the thread tightly, and finally remembered something. The scene in the dream always seemed to revolve around this person. This person is called Lu Yu, and he appeared in a company... It seems to be Star Entertainment The iconic gates...and the bar...

He couldn't remember any more, but this was enough. Knowing this clue, he would be able to follow the clues and figure out what was going on.

He swears that if he finds out that this is an unscrupulous trick played on him, and wants to use him to gain wealth and power, he won't mind cutting that person alive with his own hands!

He, Zheng Yi, has lived for 20 years. Although he can't be said to be lawless, he has lived a carefree and unrestrained life. He has always been the one who makes others suffer. Who would dare to let him suffer?Who dares to make him feel sad?

These days of similar dreams made him lose his self-confident and careless demeanor in the past. He almost couldn't suppress the tyrannical desire to kill to vent his anger. He always wanted revenge.

It's all right now, since Xu Yang called at the "Yeweifei" bar, it is very likely that this is the person he was looking for, so he went to see what kind of dragon and phoenix that person is!

"Ah Hai, drive and go to Ye Wei Fei Bar."

Zheng Yi was buttoning up his shirt while going out, and at this moment, his mood was calm and relaxed, and even the slight naughty smile that hadn't been shown in the past few days was restored on his face.

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"This one is Meng Xinyuan's piano playing and singing. He is called the little piano prince here, and there are quite a lot of people cheering on him, but we all call him 'pretentious little prince' behind his back. Boss. Cut!"

The one who spoke was the waiter who asked Lu Yu to go to Ms. Yanglan's office. He seemed to like Lu Yu very much.

Lu Yu sat resting on the sofa in a dark corner, looked at him and smiled, but did not answer.

The waiter's name was Sai Yan, and he was a stranger to Meng Xinyuan. Lu Yu didn't reject him, but he didn't agree with him. He just asked, "Sai Yan, have you submitted all my songs? You didn't make a mistake in the time, did you?" .”

Sai Yan still looked at Meng Xinyuan on the stage with a slight smile, turned around and said, "I gave it to the sound engineer. Your first show is from 35:[-] to [-]:[-], right?"

"Well, it's time for me. I'm going to the bathroom."

Lu Yu got up and walked to the small door at the back. When he came out of the bathroom, he stopped by the sound engineer to confirm the repertoire.

The sound engineer smiled and said, "Don't worry."

After a while, the beautiful piano sound stopped. Meng Xinyuan stood up, bowed gracefully with a smile, turned around and walked downstairs, took a sip of pure water handed over by a short waiter, and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?" How is it?"

The waiter glanced at Lu Yu who was taking the stage, and sneered disdainfully: "Don't worry, the brat doesn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, and pretends to be noble. Hmph, he thought that Yang Lan had taken a fancy to him, so he was someone special. But I didn’t know that Ye Wei Fei Bar also has an uncompromising manager.”

Meng Xinyuan smiled, sighed and shook his head, glanced into the bar, and said, "The person who will pick him up later is Zhang Ying, where is she?"

The waiter said: "I was still here just now, because I saw that kid coming on stage, so I avoided it for the time being, otherwise it seemed like I was waiting for him to step down, and it would be a little troublesome for the tigress Yanglan to see. "

……

On the stage, Lu Yu gracefully touched his chest and bowed thirty degrees, with a faint smile on his lips, he said softly and simply: "Good evening."

Then he gracefully stood at the side of the front desk where the lights were not too bright. The tall and straight boy's figure was neither clearly highlighted nor dimly concealed, nor was his voice deep and warm, just like a delicate figure wrapped in a beautiful brocade. Steel, vigorous and masculine like Yang Rusong.

Under the stage, several pairs of eyes who had been waiting for a long time, as he came on stage, all gathered on him, watching his every demeanor and behavior.