Chapter 32: First world end

In half a year, enough things happened.
But if the events that happened in these six months are ranked on a list, the news that shocks and impresses netizens the most is probably the love between Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang.
As an amateur, Luo Jiujiang became famous overnight in the live broadcast of "Dream Producer". The heat brought by his examples and gossip has not dissipated yet.
Whether it is "I can use one night to lose my fame, I can use one night to re-appoint the gods" or "Do you want to make friends? The kind of flute you can play for you if you have nothing to do" has become a joke that netizens enjoy.
In view of the later interview, Luo Jiujiang said that everything is a coincidence, is a destiny, and is done casually. There is no elaborate link. Netizens even tailored a title for him-Any Boy.
Someone summed up Luo Jiujiang’s experience like this: He casually made an ex-boyfriend worth tens of millions, casually participated in a show, casually talked about love with show investors, casually became famous, casually named God. , Casually destroy the ex-boyfriend, and then casually get half of the real property.
Yes, they all understand, it's just an arrangement of fate, and there is absolutely no py transaction in it.
Someone once asked a thought-provoking question on Thousand Degrees: How can one be worth over 100 million overnight?
The answer to being praised for the first place is wonderful: First, you have to change your name to Shen Qingjiang.
In the past six months, Luo Jiujiang has not signed any entertainment company-of course, in the face of his worth and the man behind him, there may be no entertainment company on the market daring to try to sign him.
But what surprised the public was that Luo Jiujiang did not set up a studio of his own, invested in the entertainment industry, or operated a company.
He quietly and low-key decentralized the industry to the people of Han Qianling to manage, and he only has one title.
Some netizens concentrated on the itinerary of Luo Jiujiang and were shocked to find that besides the endless honeymoon with Han Qianling, this person's daily life consisted of only composing music.
This man with a face that is violent without entering the entertainment industry, with countless hot topics and hundreds of millions of fortunes all over his body, is actually serious about being a composer.
The majority of netizens said: "..."
However, the music he composed is really nice, and as long as it can be matched with the appropriate lyrics, Luo Jiujiang will not raise the price at all, and the price of the music is all cabbage.
For this point, everyone also expressed a very understanding: when you have 100 million, the difference between 10,000 and 30,000 is probably negligible. Maybe it's too lazy to bend over to pick it up when it falls on the ground.
This is a dream-like happy day, but happy times can't be maintained forever.
Just as Luo Jiujiang has always been aware of, Han Qianling's body deteriorated instantly, without a reason, no introduction, no disease.
The time that this piece of soul fragment can support him is only so long.
Time is too short, seeing Han Qianling come to the end of life like this.
Luo Jiujiang is always by his side.
His music can free Han Qianling from the pain, and his aura can wash Han Qianling’s body, making every cell and joint of him feel relaxed... but facing a broken soul, even Luo Jiujiang, Inability to save his life.
It was only three days, and Han Qianling, which was originally planning to go to the National Racecourse to relax, had fallen ill in bed and was dying.
The outside world has a lot of speculation about Han Qianling's physical condition, and there are no lack of conspiracy theorists as to the reason why he became like this.
However, Luo Jiujiang, who knew everything, didn't care about those wind and rain, he only cared about Han Qianling.
He sat beside Han Qianling's bed and stayed with him for a long time.
Han Qianling did not shy away from him. Before he died, Han Qianling lay on the hospital bed, using his already hoarse voice to explain the important things word by word.
At the busiest time, the directors of the company, his personal secretary, the staff of the notary office, the gold lawyer he hired at a high price... and a Luo Jiujiang, they all surrounded Han Qianling's bed.
On the last night of Han Qianling's life, these people witnessed the will made by Han Qianling himself.
After listening to the lawyer repeating his arrangement, Han Qianling waved his hand gently after confirming that it was correct.
His current spirit is better than before, but no one can show a pleasant smile for this. Everyone knows in their hearts that this is a manifestation of Huiguangfanzhao.
They lightly exited the room, leaving the last space for the lovers.
Han Qianling's throat was sore that he didn't want to say anything else. He raised his hand to Luo Jiujiang, and Luo Jiujiang would intentionally hold up Han Qianling's back and put a pillow behind his waist.
Luo Jiujiang always knows him so well.
Han Qianling looked at Luo Jiujiang's profile, and his expression was in a trance. At that moment, he felt vaguely that he and Luo Jiujiang had known each other for many years.
It seemed that Luo Jiujiang understood him like this from the first day of meeting.
Han Qianling smiled weakly and put his hand on the back of Luo Jiujiang's.
His hands are still slender and white, but they have lost the warmth and strength of the past.
"Jiujiang..." He called Luo Jiujiang's name lowly.
In his will just now, he left Luo Jiujiang three trust funds and a share of his own. Even if Luo Jiujiang did not inherit half of his property, those things were enough for Luo Jiujiang to squander to death.
"After I leave, the Pusen Group under your name can be handed over to Zhao Yujing, but you can only trust him for ten years. Common sense can be handed over to Wu Caiyuan. He still has character, but you have to divide half of the shares. Come out. Don't give it all to him, but slowly, like fishing..."
Luo Jiujiang backhanded Han Qianling's cold palms into his two palms. He said softly: "Qianling, I don't want to hear this."
Han Qianling was silent. He smiled at Luo Jiujiang weakly, helplessly and tolerantly.
"I don't want to tell you this. If I can, of course I would rather be with you to grow old, hand in hand for a lifetime, and never have to say this for a lifetime... But in the face of life and death, all I can leave you with is this cold Guaranteed."
"With these family properties backing up, at least I can rest assured."
Luo Jiujiang was silent for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and gently kissed Han Qianling's hand.
"Qianling, whether it is money, wealth or rights, it doesn't make much sense to me. If I can, I will only ask you for one thing."
"Promise to me that your soul will belong to my heart. Wish to follow me up to the earth, traveling through time and space, for generations to come."
Han Qianling's eyes flickered, and his vision has been blurred and blurred in the past few days when the illness came. However, at this moment, he miraculously saw Luo Jiujiang's slightly nervous face.
"..."
Han Qianling was suddenly relieved.
He coughed and laughed, although his voice was already very weak, he still repeated the sentence word by word carefully.
"I Han Qianling promises you that no matter before or after death, my soul will return to your heart. I wish to fall in love with the sky into the earth, travel through time and space, and live forever."
He clearly saw something, but even at the moment of dying, he was the same as when he took Luo Jiujiang's original USB drive, without saying a word.
Han Qianling's eyelids were already very heavy. He couldn't help closing his eyes, and his voice was as soft as a dream: "Jiujiang, when I was too painful before, I thought about whether to end my life."
"But on that night, I dreamed of a boy in black... He is so young and handsome, but he is always on the road, wholeheartedly looking for someone who I don't know if I can find him."
"I heard people call him Jiujiang."
"I can't help but imagine that he just wants to come to me."
Han Qianling took a deep breath. At this moment, his lungs should be painful as if burned by fire, but with Luo Jiujiang holding his hand on the side, Han Qianling only felt weakness and weakness.
With extreme difficulty, Han Qianling bends his fingers, as if he wanted to hold Luo Jiujiang back.
His voice is really as soft as a gossamer: "Is that you? Jiujiang, is it that you have been looking for me?"
Luo Jiujiang took a deep breath, pretending that his eye sockets were not wet. He leaned close to Han Qianling's ear, and the heat was in the ear socket of Han Qianling, like the last lingering kiss.
"That's me. My name is Luo Jiujiang..."
"It turned out to be on the side of Luoshui..." Han Qianling smiled and sighed the last sentence, then exhaled a long last breath.
The electrocardiograph in the ward made a beep, and then the original fluctuating line turned into a straight line.
The alarm was connected to the buzzer outside the ward, and people outside heard the movement and opened the door and walked in.
They only saw Luo Jiujiang lowered his head, took Han Qianling's cold hand, and touched the back of his hand like a splash of water, wiping away a drop of hot and suppressed tears.
The system couldn't help but uttered in Luo Jiujiang's mind: [Please sorrow the host... You know, this is definitely not the end. ]
[Ok. ] Luo Jiujiang responded briefly. At that moment, he had an endless desire to talk in his heart: [I know. It is not the first parting between Qianling and I... We have been separated many times, there are births and deaths... But in the end, the number of times we get together will inevitably be more than we separate. ]
They will eventually meet, in the world where Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang were originally born.
From then on, there will be no more heart-wrenching parting, only forever together, two people together forever and ever.
Hate the Lord is not like Jiang Louyue, north-south east-west, north-south east-west, only with each other.
Hate Jun is like Jiang Louyue, a loss for a while, and a loss for a while, how long is it to be reunited.

The day of Han Qianling's burial was a bright sunny day.
Luo Jiujiang held the heavy urn and put it into the cemetery prepared in advance.
The inscription was personally mentioned by him. The craftsman chiseled the tombstone of Han Qianling according to his words, and Luo Jiujiang traced the gold lacquer stroke by stroke.
Han Qianling's funeral was very large. Among the people who came to attend were celebrities, foreign aristocrats, his classmates and friends, celebrities and media.
They were all dressed in dark clothes, coming and going like crows, like a dark cloud.
Luo Jiujiang waited quietly until everyone was gone.
Luo Jiujiang drew a flute from the inside of his suit until the crowd slowly dispersed and the guests left in the cemetery were very sparse.
Looking down at the tombstone of white marble, Luo Jiujiang asked softly, without asking for an answer, "Is Teacher Han tired? I will play the flute for the teacher?"
The long wind blew the pine forest planted in the cemetery, sending a rainy pine wave from afar.
Luo Jiujiang smiled blankly at himself.
The flute he took out was the same as it was when it was broadcast live. In the small hole where the flute made the decorative hole, the Guanyin that Han Qianling removed from the neck is still wearing.
Guanyin is only the size of a little finger, with a smile at the corners of her lips, watching the joys and sorrows of the world with compassion and silence.
The emperor's green is full of water, as if there is still a touch of the temperature of the man's neck.
Luo Jiujiang closed his eyes, put the flute close to his lips, and then blew it leisurely—
The guests who had already walked to the entrance of the cemetery suddenly turned their heads subconsciously.
They heard the sound of Youyan's flute sounding intermittently, although it was only a few tones, but it was unprovoked.
Like a cuckoo weeping blood, like a white ape crowing, it is a longing that can't be let go of, and the sorrow that has been pouring out slowly and lingering in the heart for a long time.
Someone among the guests suddenly screamed.
In the direction of that person's finger, everyone raised their heads. A series of exclamations spread among the crowd. Almost at the same time, people turned around and faced the direction they had just attended the funeral.
They saw that in the sky, thousands of birds converge from all directions, to the center of the flute. Every bird has a sorrowful cry.
Whether it is a wild goose or a nightingale, a blackbird or an egret, they all neatly circle the tombstone of Hanqianling and the dark man in front of the monument under the call of the flute.
Birds are still coming, from all corners of the city, from the water, from the wetlands, from the lake...
Thousands of birds were led by the weeping flute. They wrapped Luo Jiujiang and the white marble stele in the center, and the densely packed birds flew in order.
Their patchwork shape resembles a tangible tornado whirlwind, like a piece of black yarn covering the sky, and even formed a flapping bird in the middle.
Many people who were present that day recalled the incident afterwards, all swearing plausibly that they saw with their own eyes the totem shape formed by the birds, just like a nirvana phoenix.
Phoenix tour on the Phoenix platform, Feng goes to Taikong River to flow freely. It is said that the princess of Qin State was able to attract phoenixes with flute sound. If there really is such a legendary beast in the world, I must be moved by the sound of Luo Jiujiang's flute.
Many guests who had planned to leave the cemetery wiped their wet cheeks. They had red eyes and strong nasal sounds, and they turned back to where they were just standing without hesitation.
Surrounded by hundreds of birds, Luo Jiujiang still closed his eyes, not looking, not listening, not wanting, and only playing his flute intently-Wu Hu Wen, Angelica from the people. Jun Hu does not return, Hu does not return?
The electronic sound of the system has collapsed into a frightening sound: [Host, please note, your public use of Reiki on such a large scale will attract the attention of this world! ]
Then, as expected by the system's worst, its host answered vaguely: [Then let him go. ]
system:[……]
It's over. Although the host said it well before, he still went crazy silently!
Luo Jiujiang didn't control the psychological activities of the system, he played the flute intently.
For the first time since he came to this world, his sound-killing power flowed out unabashedly.
The sound of the flute is like weeping like a complaint, lingering and desolate, and its meaning is endless.
It was the setting sun about to set west, it was a desolate and silent ancient city, it was an abyss of mourning, it was the aftermath of the bamboo forest blooming...
It is a small flower that quietly blooms in the ruins of death in longing and love.
At some point, the fiery sun was quietly obscured by clouds, and a large cloud of ink splashed slowly above Luo Jiujiang's head.
The system is almost screaming: [Alarm, alarm, the host has attracted the attention of this world! ]
Luo Jiujiang only regarded it as a refreshing breeze in his ears.
Above his head, among the thick clouds, there are already small arcs slowly gathering. The system has no doubt that if his host makes such a big movement, this Fang Tiandao will really be the head of a big thunder!
The system desperately issued the final warning: [Host, please be careful, prepare for lightning strikes]
[Well, be quiet for a while. Luo Jiujiang said lightly, [Tian Lei can detect the signs of similar halberds, but it dare not split it. ]
When Luo Jiujiang was eighteen years old, he chased nine silver profound thunders that descended from the sky, and he chased the descending thunders from the ground back into the clouds.
The heavens of the cultivation world, the sky thunders of the cultivation world, are taken out in the same way, which one is not a hundred times stronger than this world?
The world dare not attack Luo Jiujiang.
It caused dark clouds to gather on the head of Luo Jiujiang, deliberately making the silver arc of thunder and lightning looming, and it was confronting him with another matter.
Luo Jiujiang's flute is still long and clear, and he has stood still for a long time, as if he would never be tired.
Finally, the will of the world retreated.
They loosened the grip on the tombstone of Han Qianling. As the breath of Heaven loosened, a silver streamer also rose from the thick soil.
Han Qianling's soul fragments swayed out of his body, witnessed by the pledge he had made to Luo Jiujiang, and plunged into Luo Jiujiang's chest without hesitation.
That piece of shard clearly reflected 264 rays of light, with a silver light spot in its center, which looked like the same moonlight.
It penetrated into Luo Jiujiang's heart, like a bright moon in her arms.
Luo Jiujiang twitched the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes. He silently pressed his chest, feeling that there was a lot of power in it.
The sound of the flute finally dropped until it became inaudible.
Luo Jiujiang bent down and slowly set the flute and the jade pendant in front of Han Qianling's tomb. Finally, he cherished the Guanyin with his hands, as if he wanted Jasper to get his own temperature.
After doing all this, Luo Jiujiang went down the mountain without looking back.
Throughout the process, he carefully guarded his chest.
And until this time, all the creatures present were still immersed in the sorrowful lingering rhyme of the flute. They were silent and could not forget for a long time.
The media reported on this incident, which is different from the various rumors spreading more and more evil on the Internet. Almost all the media present at the scene described this incident with almost respectful brushstrokes.
In the headline of the day, the bold headline that was pinned to the top consisted of only nine characters.
-"It's a broken world, and the world is in sorrow. 》

Luo Jiujiang asked the system: [I remember, half a year ago, you said that Shao Lan's regret value is full, and I can leave this world at any time? ]
The system can't help but complain about him: [Do you remember the original host? You didn't respond at the time, and I thought you didn't hear it or forgot. ]
Luo Jiujiang was very open about this. He didn't even find an excuse, and replied very bluntly: [It must be impossible to leave. Wasn't it a newlywed honeymoon? ]
system:[……]
It was convinced and began to explain to Luo Jiujiang the mode of leaving.
[You can entrust your body to the system, and the system will replicate your designated talents and skills. From then on, "Shen Qingjiang" will live on your behalf. ]
[Of course, you can also choose to leave your body on the spot, and then the system will arrange a suitable death method. ]
Luo Jiujiang thought after hearing this: [It sounds like the first one is much better than the second one, don’t you need other conditions? ]
The system sighed long, sadly, and desperately.
[Originally, you need to pay points for this function, but I have been paying so many points for you all the time, and it's not bad this time. ]
It numbly summed it up briefly: [Get used to it. ]
Luo Jiujiang: [……]
When he heard the painful tone of the electronic sound, even Luo Jiujiang's conscience was aching.
He gave a dry cough and pretended to say nonchalantly: [Then choose the first one. Copy my personality and musical skills in this body-but can't the original owner really come back? ]
[The original owner went through the reincarnation procedure, which was implemented long ago. ] The system answered Luo Jiujiang’s question first, and then started to start the module: [Copy program loading...]
[Wait. Luo Jiujiang said suddenly, [Dizi's skills should not be copied. That is something dedicated only to Qianling. ]

In the music history of future generations, Shen Qingjiang undoubtedly left a strong mark.
He has shown forty-two musical instruments in his life, and his mastery of each instrument is a master.
Regardless of his lifetime, the questioning of his performance has never stopped.
However, it is like there are geniuses who are exceptionally gifted in language and can learn a foreign language in two weeks. Shen Qingjiang's talent in music is also as bright as the sun.
For a long time in the past, he has been standing high in the hall of music, unmatched with pride.
Among the many musical instruments, the most highly regarded by the public is Shen Qingjiang's accomplishments on the flute.
The video record of the 21st century is already very clear. Through a volume of images at the time, people can see exactly how Shen Qingjiang used the flute to attract birds-and afterwards, animal experts even discovered some kind of world-class protected bird that was almost extinct in the flock.
The sound of the flute was played through the speakers, and no matter how many times I heard it, it made people burst into tears unconsciously.
Such a scene seems to have only existed in historical legends until one day, there was a man named Shen Qingjiang, who undoubtedly used his own performance to reproduce this miraculous picture in front of everyone.
This move is a precedent in the past and today, I am afraid it will be unprecedented.
As long as Shen Qingjiang is mentioned, everyone has to mention this flute, and if this flute is mentioned, it will definitely involve Shen Qingjiang's sensational love.
Of course, some critics will deliberately jump out at this moment and point out that Luo Jiujiang has a rumored ex-boyfriend Shao Lan.
However, according to historical records, Shao Lan swallowed a toothbrush and committed suicide in the second year after he was sentenced to jail. It is said that he was too uncomfortable to survive.
According to the inmates he shared with him, Shao Lan was under a lot of mental stress during the last period of his life. Every night when dreaming, she whispered: "I was wrong, I was wrong."
Because this Shao Lan is too small and transparent, too inconspicuous, and too stained, people have been around him tacitly.
They devoted themselves to praising the love between Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling.
Not to mention that in the distant future generations, even in the contemporary era, the love between Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang is dreamy and clean as a fairy tale.
According to expert research, they have met and fell in love for a short time. And that year was very popular, "Dream Producer", which also created the first live show, was also introduced by Han Qianling as the player of the show.
The exact date when the two met is unknown, but seventeen days before the first live broadcast of Dream Producer, Han Qianling had a record of purchasing lyre, flute, xiao and guzheng.
Someone once assumed based on this that the two met for the first time on that day.
However, in view of the unreasonable nature of this matter, the academic circles usually put the time of the two people first.
But in any case, they are each other's nobles.
Luo Jiujiang was recommended by Han Qianling to have the opportunity to participate in the show.
After that, Han Qianling also gave him nearly sky-high property, so that this excellent musician can immerse himself in his works, without having to run for a livelihood, and without getting vulgar.
And Han Qianling...According to textual research, he has suffered from a strange disease since he was a child. Although someone once suspected that Han Qianling died in his prime, the cause of death was not unrelated to Luo Jiujiang. But the mainstream view in the academic circle is that Han Qianling died of illness.
Rather than saying that he was murdered by Luo Jiujiang, it is better to say that it was because of Luo Jiujiang's existence that he was able to spend the last and the happiest time in his life.
Luo Jiujiang's murder theory was very popular at that time, but after Han Qianling's funeral, this theory completely disappeared.
After all, art conveys the voice of a person. If Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling really had disputes and emotional disharmony, then he would never be so sad for the passing of Han Qianling, and even created it that cannot be copied in the history of music. The great miracle.
The sound of the flute to commemorate the lover was named "Fast Sound" by later generations.
The scores and data have all been handed down without omission. But its sentiment and artistic value will never be copied by later generations.
Some people even guessed that even Luo Jiujiang himself could not.
This idea is a guess because Luo Jiujiang has never played the flute since Han Qianling died.
After he played a very loud song that year, he sacrificed the flute in front of the tomb as a sacrifice. The flute was later put away by the tomb guard and handed in by his descendants. It is currently kept in the National Museum.
Luo Jiujiang composed nearly a thousand pieces of music in his lifetime, including more than 200 piano music, more than 100 pipa music, suona, dulcimer, chime, erhu, and long flute... but throughout his life, he never even touched the flute again.
Later generations praised this relationship, thinking that it was a miraculous, transcending status and talent, and only acting on the soul. It was the purest love of heart. The greatest love gave birth to the most amazing songs, but if Luo Jiujiang had a choice, he would rather not make such a song.
Luo Jiujiang died at the age of 83.
His character is recognized as cheerful and tolerant, he has always treated his younger generations generously and enthusiastically, and has no selfishness.
When interacting with friends, Luo Jiujiang has nothing to do with his friends. Almost all of his friends praised him and recognized him as the most popular among musicians.
But although he would still travel, listen to concerts, participate in activities, and occasionally be invited for interviews in the second half of his life, he never tried to interact with other people.
Later generations commented on this: the strongest love has ever been, and the rest are lost.
No matter how much later generations sigh and regret Luo Jiujiang’s lifelong refusal to touch the flute, as long as they are willing to open Luo Jiujiang’s personal entry, and then find the subtitle of "Dream Producer" in their lives, they will see what happened. In history, precious fragments faithfully recorded by the lens.
It was Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling who were carefree when they were young. In the training room, they did not shy away from the eyes of other players.
Luo Jiujiang smiled and stretched out. He said, "Teacher Han is tired, am I playing the flute for Teacher Han?"