Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

The cheers at the beginning of the competition resounded through the sky, and the crowd jumped with excitement and shouted loudly.Fireworks were shining in the sky, and the whole venue was very lively.

An Luo and Xiaojie entered the venue and sat down at a place with a better view.An Luo looked at the rest area of ​​the South China Sea team, and saw that everyone looked serious and focused on the players in the center of the venue. Kim folded his hands on his chest, his eyes were heavy, serious and majestic.Under the thin-rimmed glasses, a pair of sharp eyes seem to be able to see through everything. There is no tension and anticipation, and there is only Ruili, who is as calm as water.

Soon, the man seemed to notice his gaze and turned to look over.An Luo didn't continue watching, and turned her gaze back to the host in the air.Xiaojie on the side pursed his lips, and hummed softly.

"If you want to go back, then work hard."

Kim pushed the eye sockets on the bridge of his nose, and scanned the audience area in the distance.

"What's wrong?" Huang Hai followed his gaze, and saw the audience in that area cheering excitedly, nothing special.

Kim just shook her head and pursed her lips.

The host in the air waved his arms high, his neck flushed with excitement: "Today's competition in the dubbing group has no restrictions. The contestants are free to play, and the scoring method is calculated by the system. Same as the first game, every two people form a group , and the players with higher scores in each group will get extra points."

In the middle of the venue, the hearts of the twelve contestants sank and they cheered secretly.With the shout of the host, the fireworks sparkled, and everyone entered the competition room neatly.

"National Amateur Performance Contest Dubbing Group Qualifiers [-]nd Round - officially started!!"

The audience area was filled with ebullition. After the excitement, people skillfully picked up the small earphones next to their positions, set them to the contestants of their choice, and then excitedly put on the earphones. For a while, the venue gradually became quiet.

Xiaojie glanced at Anluo, picked up the earphone without hesitation, set it to Engles, and then did not move, just quietly looking at the huge screen in the sky.

After almost 2 minutes, a person appeared on the screen.Same as day one, in groups of two.When the blond and elegant man appeared on the screen he was watching, Xiaojie raised the corners of his mouth happily.

I saw the man on the screen with a calm face, and with his movements, his dazzling blond hair swayed slightly.That pair of deep eyes passed through the screen, bringing a faint light.As the screen gradually became clearer, he slowly picked up the earphones, and his slender and beautiful fingers gently touched the surface of the earphones, beating seemingly without a trace.The eyes are quiet, yet seem to be smiling, elegant and charming.This man is a real nobleman.At the same time, he is also a strong man, his eyes seem to be calm, but there is a light of confidence and victory.Just one look can firmly attract everyone's attention.

Xiaojie clenched the earphone in his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly.Sensing that the person next to him finally moved, he pursed his lips and looked sideways, only to see that person picked up the earphone and entered a name he didn't recognize—louis.Xiaojie pouted, and put on the earphones after An Luo put them on.

In an instant, the world became quiet.There was no sound in the earphones, and there was no sound around him. It seemed that he was the only one left in the world, silent, silent.

An Luo looked at the people on the huge screen and slowly closed her eyes.

And the person on the screen, with narrow eyes, smiled like a fox.He looked at the screen lazily, as if he was looking at someone through the screen.

As the game started, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

This match was a joint match between him and An Luo.

Game start--

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Quiet, quiet.

Everything in the world seems to have fallen into a deep sleep, leaving only thousands of years of silence and thousands of years of boundless loneliness.

In the vast world, always alone.

It's really a prosperous scene, and it's hard to keep it in the world.

Quiet like flowing water, endless.

"drop.........."

In the silence, suddenly there was a sigh that seemed to be there.As the sound of dripping water dissipated, there seemed to be a low and melodious Xiao sound slowly sounding in the distance. This sound seemed to come from afar, but there was no trace.The sound of the flute is absolutely clear, resounding in the world, with a little loneliness.Everything is quiet, except for the clear sound coming from afar.

Following the sudden low sound of the flute, there was a light bell sound, a shallow sound, accompanied by the low sound of the flute, the sound rose and the bell scattered.Someone sighed softly, a little helpless and a little sad, as the wind gradually dissipated, it seemed that they had never appeared.

Suddenly a bleak wind came, and the sound of the flute died away.In all directions, only the howling wind is left.In the gust of wind, the sound of plucking strings came quietly.The sound of the piano trembled, as if the strings were broken.Accompanied by the strong wind, hurriedly bleak.

In the howling wind, someone laughed lightly.But sad and weak, ridiculed and ridiculed.

As the laughter dissipated, there was a deafening sound of thunder and lightning between the sky and the earth, the howling wind, and the thunder and lightning.

In the chaos, it seemed that there was a lonely old man lying on the ruined wall. As the thunder and lightning resounded, he laughed arrogantly, showing off his pride and mocking the sadness.

The sound of the strings sounded, and the pitch rose sharply. With the sound of the strong wind, there was thunder, and the strings trembled suddenly. With the sound of the strong wind, the strings broke.

The man laughed, his voice was clear and shallow, small and weak like raving.The old voice trembled slightly, with endless confusion, endless fatigue, and endless sadness.

"My life...will end."

The sound of dripping water sounded, and the man still repeated his words, his voice was like a dry and old vine.

The gust of wind suddenly stopped, leaving only the sound of dripping water.The sound of water is intermittent, crisp and loud.

The old voice still kept repeating what he had said, like a spell.And following his voice, another voice came from all directions, matching his voice.

That voice was icy cold, like the deep snow of a thousand years, with endless coldness, and the slight rise of the ending, which brought a bit of danger, as frightening as the god of death coming from hell.

The two voices overlap each other, old and cold, and the ensemble is the most weird and mysterious voice in the world.

"My life...will... end..."

"Your life will eventually end."

The sound of the flute came slowly, and the depression was gentle.Working hard for a lifetime will eventually come to an end.

Ruined walls, clouds and smoke curling up.In the strong wind, the old man looked up at the sky slightly, his hair flying.Standing quietly behind him was a person in a white robe like snow, with a cold expression, as if unreal.

In the silence, someone chuckled.As the pitch of the flute rose, the old voice sounded slowly. Accompanied by the strong wind, it seemed to dissipate the emptiness in it, which could not be touched.

"Do you know why I stay here..." He sighed softly, his voice was faint, and disappeared with the strong wind.All that remained was a shallow low sigh, old and feeble.

"Because I want to wait for him. If he doesn't come...I won't leave..."

He has to wait for someone, no matter how long he will wait.If he doesn't come, he won't leave.Ten years, 20 years, he has to wait.

Some people wept softly and looked up at the paper kites soaring in the sky.See it swimming in the wind, see it being broken by the branches, and see it disappear with the strong wind.

With the disappearance of the kite, someone spoke slowly, the voice was cold, like a virtual reverberation coming from heaven and earth, but it was hard to hide the ruthless coldness.

"If you die..."

"Then I'll wait for him in the underworld and wait forever." The old man smiled slightly, and followed the man's words.If he died, he would be waiting for him in the underworld, he never came, and he never left...

The man shook his head, why bother.

There was a cry from the sky, and an unknown white bird slowly fell into the lake like petals being blown away. With endless mournful cries, the lake surface rippled in circles, as if it wanted to swallow everything.

With the strong wind blowing on his face, the old man closed his eyes in bewilderment, listening to the sound of the lake, the sound of the flute, and endless sadness.

The surface of the lake gradually calmed down. Suddenly, two figures seemed to appear on the surface of the lake. However, it was only for a short moment.

The old man's feeble voice echoed in the air, and accompanied by the sound of the flute, it seemed indistinct and difficult to touch.

"There is a legend by the Yishui River..." The old man paused slightly, and murmured as if he was thinking seriously, so small that he couldn't hear it clearly.When she spoke clearly again, it was filled with endless sadness: "It is said that on the night of the full moon, as long as the banks of Yishui are hung with red lanterns, it will illuminate the path of those who walk at night... The redder and brighter the lanterns, the more The faster you come back..."

At the end of the speech, the sound of running water slowly came from all around, clear and shallow, extremely blurred.

"Do you believe it?"

The man spoke softly, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.The ending sound rose slightly, with a bit of helplessness and a bit of coldness.

In the strong wind, the old man smiled softly.

"I do not believe."

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"But I've lit a lot of red lights, for many years..."

There is a legend on both banks of Yishui that as long as many red lanterns are lit on the night of the full moon, it will illuminate the way back for the dead.

When the moon is full, people will light up red lights along the Yishui River. The red lights illuminate the roads of pedestrians at night and the idiots on both sides of Yishui River.

The person who lit the lamp never waited for that person.

And he never believed in the legend of the Yishui River...

The sound of the piano is faint, distant Lingfeng, continuous and long whistle.

The strong wind skimmed across the lake, causing countless ripples.There are red lanterns hanging on both sides of Yishui until the end.

The old man's eyes were confused, he watched obsessively, and waited blankly, waiting for the man to come slowly in the red light, stepping on the light.

That was the lamp he lit for him, that was the way he illuminated for him.

Someone let out a long sigh, helpless.The man stared at the old man in front of him, saw his white hair fluttering, and his long gown shaking.

"You never look back."

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"Because I'm afraid..."

I'm afraid that when I turn around, you will disappear.

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The old man by the Yishui River left, left the ruins, and left the banks of the Yishui River.And he never looked back.

There is a legend by the Yishui River that as long as the lamps are lit on the night of the full moon, the path of the boat carrying the dead will be illuminated.

The man in white stands quietly by the Yishui River, between the red lights on both banks, his robes are like snow.

In the distance, a small boat slowly sailed in the Yishui River. The old man on the boat paddled the wooden oar, and the boat stopped in front of the man, between the two banks of the Yishui River, and stopped at the place illuminated by the red light .

"Didn't the young master wait for that person?"

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"It's been... waited."