In half a year, a lot of things happened.
But if you rank the major events that happened in the past six months, the most shocking and impressive news to netizens is probably the love between Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang.
Luo Jiujiang, as an amateur, became famous overnight in the national live broadcast program "Dream Producer". The heat about his example and gossip has yet to dissipate.
Whether it's "I can be ruined in one night, I can be re-enchanted in one night", or "Do you want to make friends? The kind that can play the flute for you when you have nothing to do", they have all become jokes that netizens will never tire of.
In view of later interviews, Luo Jiujiang said that everything was a coincidence, it was destiny, and it was done casually, and there were no carefully designed links. Netizens even tailor-made a title for him - casual boy.
Someone summed up Luo Jiujiang's experience like this: He casually made an ex-boyfriend worth tens of millions, participated in a show casually, fell in love with a show investor casually, became famous casually, and conferred a god casually. , casually ruining the ex-boyfriend, and then casually get half of the real property.
Yes, they all know, it's just an arrangement of fate, which absolutely does not contain any py transactions.
Someone once asked a thought-provoking question on Thousand Degrees: How can I be worth over 100 million overnight
The answer that was praised as the first place is very wonderful: First of all, 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 that dares to try to sign him.
But what surprised the public was that Luo Jiujiang did not set up a studio by himself, invest in the entertainment industry, or run a company or anything.
He quietly and quietly delegated the power of the industry to the people in Hanqianling, and he only had one title.
Some netizens concentrated on the itinerary of Luo Jiujiang, and finally were shocked to find that this person's daily life, in addition to spending the endless honeymoon with Han Qianling, actually only consisted of composing music.
This man, who has a face that would be ruthless if he doesn't enter the entertainment industry, has countless hot topics all over his body, and has a fortune of hundreds of millions, he is actually serious about being a composer.
The majority of netizens said: "… "
However, the songs he created are really good, and as long as they can be matched with suitable lyrics, Luo Jiujiang will not raise the price at all, and the songs are all cabbage prices.
Everyone also understands this point very well: when you have 100 million yuan, the difference between 10,000 yuan and 30,000 yuan is probably negligible. Maybe it's too lazy to bend over to pick it up when it falls to the ground.
It was a dream-like happy day, but the happy time could not last forever.
Just as Luo Jiujiang has always known, just overnight, without reason, introduction, or disease, Han Qianling's body deteriorated instantly.
This piece of soul fragment can only support him for so long.
Time is too short, seeing Han Qianling reach the end of his life like this.
Luo Jiujiang was always by his side.
His music can make Han Qianling free from 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 is powerless save his life.
In just three days, Han Qianling, who was still planning to go to the Sunshine Country Racecourse to relax, has fallen ill on the bed, dying of breath, and is on the verge of dying.
The outside world has a lot of speculation about Han Qianling's physical condition, and there are also conspiracy theorists as to why he has become the way he is now.
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 dying, Han Qianling was lying on the hospital bed, explaining those important matters word by word in a hoarse voice.
At the busiest time, the director of the company, his private secretary, the staff of the notary office, the gold lawyer he hired at an exorbitant price... and a Luo Jiujiang, they all gathered around Han Qianling's bed.
On the last night of Han Qianling's life, these people jointly witnessed the will made by Han Qianling himself.
After listening to the lawyer repeating his arrangement, and after confirming that it was correct, Han Qianling waved his hand gently.
His spirit is actually better now than before, but no one can smile happily for this. Everyone knows in their hearts that this is the performance of returning to the light.
They quietly exited the room, leaving the last space for the lovers.
Han Qianling's throat was sore, and he didn't want to say anything else. He raised his hand to Luo Jiujiang, and Luo Jiujiang would hold up Han Qianling's back and put a pillow behind his waist.
—Luo Jiujiang knows him so well.
Han Qianling looked at Luo Jiujiang's profile, and his expression was in a trance for a moment. At that moment, he suddenly felt that he and Luo Jiujiang had known each other for many years.
It seemed that Luo Jiujiang had understood him like this from the first day they met.
Han Qianling smiled weakly, and put his hand on the back of Luo Jiujiang's.
His hands are still slender and fair, but they have lost the warmth and strength they used to have.
"Jiujiang..." He called Luo Jiujiang's name in a low voice.
In the will just now, he left Luo Jiujiang three trust funds and a private share. 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 always be handed over to Wu Caiyuan, he still has character, but you have to split half of the shares. Come out. Don't give it all to him, but take it slow, like a fishing..."
Luo Jiujiang covered Han Qianling's icy palms with his backhands. He said softly, "Qianling, this is not what I want to hear."
Han Qianling stopped. He smiled weakly, helplessly and tolerantly at Luo Jiujiang.
"I don't want to tell you this either. If I can, of course I would rather be with you forever and ever, and I don't have to say such things in my life... But in the face of life and death, all I can leave for you are these cold guarantees. already."
"With the support of these family properties, 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's money, wealth or power, it doesn't mean anything to me. If I can, I only ask you for one thing."
"Promise me that your soul will belong to my heart. May you follow me to heaven and earth, travel through time and space, and live forever."
Han Qianling's eyes flickered for a while, and in the past few days when the disease was raging, his vision has been blurry. However, at this moment, he miraculously saw Luo Jiujiang's slightly nervous face.
"… "
Han Qianling was suddenly relieved.
He coughed and laughed, and although his voice was very weak, he still repeated the sentence word by word seriously.
"I, Han Qianling, promise you that my soul will belong to your heart no matter whether it is before or after life. I would like to fall in love with heaven and earth with me, travel through time and space, and live forever."
He clearly saw something, but even at the juncture of dying, he didn't say a word just like when he took Luo Jiujiang's USB flash drive.
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 couldn't stand the pain, I thought about whether to end my life."
"But on that night, I dreamed of a boy in black... He was so young and handsome, but he was always on the road, wholeheartedly looking for someone he didn't know he could find."
"I heard someone call him, Jiujiang."
"I couldn't help fantasizing that he was coming to me."
Han Qianling took a deep breath. At this moment, his lungs should have been hurting like being burned, but with Luo Jiujiang holding his hand by his side, Han Qianling only felt powerless and weak.
With extreme difficulty, Han Qianling bent his fingers, as if he wanted to hold Luo Jiujiang back.
His voice was really as light as a gossamer: "Is that you? Jiujiang, you have been looking for me?"
Luo Jiujiang took a deep breath, pretending that his eyes were not wet. He leaned close to Han Qianling's ear, and the hot air was in Han Qianling's ear socket, like the last lingering kiss.
"That's me. My name is Luo Jiujiang..."
"It turned out to be the side of Luoshui..." Han Qianling sighed with a smile and let out his last breath.
The electrocardiogram machine in the ward made a beep, and then the originally fluctuating line turned into a straight line.
The alarm sound was connected to the buzzer outside the ward. People outside heard the movement and pushed open the door and walked in.
They only saw that Luo Jiujiang lowered his head, held up Han Qianling's increasingly cold hand, and dipped a touch of water on the back of his hand, wiping away a drop of hot and depressed tears.
The system couldn't help but say in Luo Jiujiang's mind: [Please host my condolences... You know, this is by no means the end. ]
[Um. ] Luo Jiujiang responded briefly. At that moment, there was an endless desire to talk in his heart: [I know. It's not the first time that Qianling and I have parted... We've been apart many times, in life and death, in death... But in the end, the number of reunions is bound to be more than the separation. ]
They will meet eventually, in the world where Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang were originally from.
From then on, there will be no more heart-wrenching partings, only permanent togetherness, two people, together forever and ever.
Hate Jun is not like Jiang Louyue, north-south east-west, north-south east-west, only follow each other without separation.
Hate Jun is like Jiang Louyue, when it is full, it will be a loss, and when it is full, it will be a loss, and when will it be reunion.
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On the day of Han Qianling's burial, it was a bright and sunny day.
Luo Jiujiang held the heavy urn and put it into the prepared cemetery with his own hands.
He personally mentioned the inscription, and the craftsman chiseled the tombstone of Hanqianling according to his calligraphy, and Luo Jiujiang painted the gold paint on the tombstone stroke by stroke.
Han Qianling's funeral was a huge one. The people who came to attend included celebrities, foreign nobles, his classmates and friends in the evening, celebrities and the media.
They were all dressed in dark clothes, and they came and went like crows, like a dark cloud.
Luo Jiujiang waited quietly until everyone disappeared.
It was not until the crowd slowly dispersed and the guests left in the cemetery were very few that Luo Jiujiang took out a flute from the inside of his suit.
Looking down at the white marble tombstone, Luo Jiujiang asked in a soft voice, without asking for an answer, "Are you tired, Teacher Han? Let me play the flute for Teacher?"
The long wind blew the pine forest planted in the cemetery, sending a rain of pine waves from afar.
Luo Jiujiang laughed at himself.
The flute he took out was the same one that was broadcast live. In the small hole where the decorative hole was punched in the flute, he still wears the Guanyin statue that Han Qianling unraveled from his neck.
Guanyin is only the size of the belly of the little finger, with a smile on the corners of his lips, watching the joys and sorrows of the human world mercifully and silently.
On the emperor green with full water head, there seems to be a touch of the temperature of the man's neck.
Luo Jiujiang closed his eyes, brought the flute close to his lips, and blew it leisurely—
The guests who had already walked to the entrance of the cemetery suddenly turned their heads subconsciously.
They heard the whistling flute sound intermittently, although it was only a few short tones, it was unreasonably captivating.
It seems like a cuckoo weeps blood, like a white ape growling, it is a longing that cannot be given up, and a sadness that slowly pours out and haunts my heart for a long time.
Suddenly someone among the guests exclaimed.
In the direction of the man's finger, everyone raised their heads. One after another, exclamations spread through the crowd. Almost at the same time, people turned and faced the direction of the funeral they had just attended.
They saw that in the sky, hundreds of birds gathered here from all directions, to the very center of the flute. Every bird had a mournful cry.
Whether it was a wild goose or a nightingale, a black thrush or an egret, under the call of the flute, they all circled neatly around the tombstone of Hanqianling and the dark man in front of the monument for a long time.
Birds are still coming, from all corners of the city, from the water, from the wetlands, from the lake...
Thousands of birds were pulled by the whistling flute, and they wrapped Luo Jiujiang and the white marble tablet in the center, and the densely packed birds flew in an orderly manner.
The shape of their patchwork is like a visible tornado, like a black veil covering the sky, and even together in the middle of forming a flapping bird.
Many people who were present that day, when recalling the incident afterwards, all swear by themselves that they saw with their own eyes the totem shape of the flock of birds, like a nirvana phoenix.
Phoenix swims on the Phoenix Stage, and Feng goes to the Taikong River Artesian. It is said that the princess of Qin State could attract phoenixes with the sound of the flute. If there was such a legendary beast in the world, it would surely be moved by Luo Jiujiang's flute sound at this moment.
Many guests who had planned to leave the cemetery wiped their wet cheeks, their eyes were red and their nasal voices were thick, and they turned back to the place they just stood without hesitation.
Surrounded by hundreds of birds, Luo Jiujiang still closed his eyes, didn't look, didn't listen, didn't want to, he just focused on playing his flute - woohoo, leave people Angelica. Jun Hu does not return, Hu does not return
The electronic sound of the system has collapsed into a frightening sound: [Host, please note that your use of aura on such a large scale in public will attract the attention of this world! ]
Then, as the worst expected of the system, its host replied vaguely: [Then let him go. ]
system:[… ]
It's over. Although the host said it well before, he still went crazy silently!
Luo Jiujiang did not control the mental activities of the system, he concentrated on playing the flute.
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 and complaining, lingering and desolate, and its meaning turns thousands of times.
It was the sunset that was about to set in the west, the desolate and silent ancient city, the abyss of mourning, and the aftermath of the flowering of the bamboo forest...
Missing and love, a small flower that quietly blooms in the ruins of death.
I don't know when, the blazing sun has been quietly obscured by dark clouds, and a large black cloud like ink splashes slowly gathered 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 heavy clouds, there were already tiny arcs slowly gathering. The system has no doubt that if his host makes such a big move again, this Fang Tiandao will really be struck by a big thunder!
The system desperately issued a final warning: [Please be careful, host, prepare for lightning strikes—]
[Okay, be quiet for a while. ] Luo Jiujiang said lightly, [Tian Lei can detect the marks of the same kind of broken halberds, and it does not dare to split. ]
When Luo Jiujiang was eighteen years old, he chased down nine silver black thunders that fell from the sky, and chopped down the thunder from the ground back into the clouds.
The way of heaven in the world of self-cultivation and the thunder in the world of self-cultivation are all taken out. Which one is not a hundred times stronger than this world
This world dare not split Luo Jiujiang.
It made the dark clouds gather on Luo Jiujiang's head, deliberately making the silver arc of thunder and lightning looming, and it was confronting him with another matter.
Luo Jiujiang's flute sound was still long and desolate, and he stood still for a long time, as if he was never tired.
Finally, the will of the world gave way.
They loosened the control over the tombstones of Hanqianling. As the breath of Tiandao loosened, a silver streamer also rose from the thick soil.
Han Qianling's soul fragment staggered out of his body, and under the witness of the oath he made to Luo Jiujiang, he plunged into Luo Jiujiang's chest without hesitation.
The shard reflected two hundred and sixty-four rays of light, and a silver point of light was condensed in the center, which looked like a full moonlight.
It drilled into Luo Jiujiang's heart, like a bright moon in his 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 already a bit of heavy power in it.
The flute finally subsided, until it became inaudible.
Luo Jiujiang bent down, and slowly placed the flute and the jade pendant in front of Hanqianling's tomb. In the end, he held the Guanyin cherishly with his hands, as if he wanted Jasper to be contaminated with his own temperature.
After doing all this, Luo Jiujiang went down the mountain without looking back.
Throughout the process, he carefully guarded his chest.
But until this time, all the creatures present were still immersed in the sad aftertaste of the flute, and they were silent for a long time and could not forget it.
The media reported on this incident. Different from the rumors that spread more and more on the Internet, almost all the media present, when describing this incident, were almost respectful.
In the headlines of the day, the bold headline that was pinned to the top was only nine words short.
- "It's a broken heart in the world, and the world is sad. 》
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Luo Jiujiang asked the system: [I remember, you said half a year ago that when Shao Lan's regret is full, I can leave this world at any time? ]
The system couldn't help but complain about him: [Do you still remember the original host? You didn't respond at the time, and I thought you didn't hear it or forgot. ]
Luo Jiujiang was quite frank about this. He didn't even find an excuse, and answered very bluntly: [You definitely can't leave. Wasn't it a newlywed honeymoon? ]
system:[… ]
It was convinced and began to explain the pattern of leaving to Luo Jiujiang.
[You can entrust your body to the system, and the system will copy the talents and skills you specify, and from then on, 'Shen Qingjiang' will live on your behalf. ]
[Of course, you can also choose to leave your body on the spot, and the system will arrange a suitable method of death. ]
Luo Jiujiang pondered 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 in a long, sad, heart-like manner.
[Originally, this function needs to pay points, but I have paid for you for so many times, and this time is not bad. ]
It numbly and briefly summed it up: [Get used to. ]
Luo Jiujiang: [… ]
Even Luo Jiujiang's conscience was aching when he heard the painful tone of the electronic voice.
He coughed dryly, and pretended to be casual and said: [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 has been carried out a long time ago. ] The system answered Luo Jiujiang's question before starting the module: [Copy program loading... ]
[Wait a moment. ] Luo Jiujiang suddenly said, [Don't copy the skills of the flute. That is something dedicated only to Qianling. ]
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In the music history of future generations, Shen Qingjiang undoubtedly left a deep impression.
He has shown forty-two instruments in his lifetime, and his grasp of each instrument is a master class.
Whether before or after his death, doubts about his achievements have never stopped.
However, it is just like there are geniuses in the world who are exceptionally gifted in language and who 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 in the hall of music, and his pride is unmatched.
Among the many musical instruments, Shen Qingjiang's flute skills are the most highly rated by the public.
The imagery of the 21st century is already very clear. Through a volume of videos at the time, people can see exactly how Shen Qingjiang used his flute to attract hundreds of birds—and afterwards, animal experts even found some kind of world-class protected bird that was almost extinct in the flock.
The flute was played through the speakers, and no matter how many times it was heard, it would make people burst into tears unconsciously.
Such a scene seems to exist only in historical legends until one day, there was a person named Shen Qingjiang, who undoubtedly used his own performance to reproduce this miraculous picture in front of everyone's eyes.
This move is the first of its kind in the past and present, and 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 critical people will deliberately jump out at this time and point out that Luo Jiujiang has a rumored ex-boyfriend Shao Lan.
However, according to historical records, this Shao Lan committed suicide by swallowing a toothbrush in the second year after being sentenced to prison.
According to the inmates he shared with him, Shao Lan was under a lot of mental stress in the last period of his life, and would whisper in a dream every night, "I was wrong, I was wrong."
Because this Shao Lan is too small and transparent, too inconspicuous, and too stained, people have been tacitly bypassing him.
They devoted themselves to singing the love between Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling.
Not to mention that in the distant future generations, even in the present, the love between Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang is as dreamy and clean as a fairy tale.
According to expert research, the time since they met and fell in love was very short. And that year was very prosperous, and also created the first live show "Dream Producer", and Han Qianling also recommended Luo Jiujiang as a contestant 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.
It was once assumed that the two met for the first time on that day.
However, in view of the theoretical incompatibilities of this matter, the academic world usually puts the time when the two meet in advance.
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, it was also Han Qianling who gave him an almost sky-high property, so that this excellent musician could immerse himself in his works, without running around for a living, and without being contaminated with vulgarity.
And Han Qianling... According to research, he has suffered from a strange disease since he was a child. Although some people 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 world is that Han Qianling died due to illness.
Rather than saying that he was murdered by Luo Jiujiang, it would be better to say that it was because of Luo Jiujiang's existence that he was able to spend the last and happiest time in his life.
Luo Jiujiang murder theory was very popular in that era, 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 had really had a dispute and had a bad relationship, then he would never have expressed such grief for the passing of Han Qianling, and even created something that cannot be replicated in the history of music. great miracle.
The flute to commemorate a lover was named "Jue Sound" by later generations.
The scores and materials have all been handed down without any omissions. But its emotional and artistic value has never been replicated in later generations.
Some people even speculated that even Luo Jiujiang couldn't.
The reason why this idea is a guess is because Luo Jiujiang has never played the flute since Han Qianling died.
After he blew a great sound, he once offered the flute as a sacrifice in front of the tomb. The flute was later put away by the tomb keeper and handed over by his descendants. It is currently kept in the National Museum.
Luo Jiujiang composed nearly 1,000 pieces of music in his life, including more than 200 pieces for qin, more than 100 pieces for pipa, and several pieces for suona, dulcimer, chime, erhu, and flute... But in his entire life, he never even touched the flute again.
Later generations praised this relationship a lot, thinking that it was a miraculous love that transcended status and talent, and only acted on the soul. It was the purest heart-to-heart bond. The greatest love gives birth to the most magical 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 to be cheerful and tolerant, and he has always treated his younger generation generously, generously and enthusiastically, and has no secrets.
When interacting with friends, Luo Jiujiang has nothing to feel sorry for his friends. Almost all of his friends are full of praise for him, and it is recognized that he is the most popular among musicians.
But in the second half of his life, although he still travels, listens to concerts, participates in events, and is occasionally invited for interviews, he has never tried to interact with other people.
Later generations' evaluation of this is: the most intense love has been experienced, and the rest will be lost.
No matter how many sighs and regrets the future generations have for Luo Jiujiang's lifelong refusal to touch the flute, as long as they are willing to click on Luo Jiujiang's personal entry, and then find the subtitle of "Dream Producer" in their lives, they will see what happened. Precious fragments in history, faithfully recorded by the camera.
Those were Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling, who were carefree when they were young. In the training room, they did not shy away from the gazes of other players.
Luo Jiujiang laughed extraordinarily. He said, "Mr. Han is tired. I play the flute for Teacher Han?"