May 19th, six o'clock in the evening.
Lou Cheng arrived at the Nine Questions Pavilion ahead of schedule and entered the exclusive lounge.
He didn't turn on the lights, didn't turn on the big-screen TV, and let the room be dark without any light.
In such absolute darkness, he sat on the sofa, staring ahead, immersed in his own thoughts, quietly recalling the emotions that impressed him in the past before the war came, recalling the things that supported him step by step to get here throbbing for final preparations.
That is the love of parents bit by bit, it is the pain of seeing them haggard, tired, and bitter;
That is the family affection reflected in small things such as stir-fried eel segments;
It originated from the bottom of my heart, brewed in silence, blossomed in youth, and resulted in pure love;
It was Yue Zhengming's uncontrollable confession and "make me happy for five minutes" tonight;
That is the feeling of wanting to care and protect when seeing a girl curled up in her arms;
That is hope to get better and give her better motivation;
That is the satisfaction and responsibility when exchanging rings and promising each other a lifetime;
It was the touch of hearing the comfort of "come again next time";
It was the ecstasy of winning for the first time and winning the championship;
That is the melancholy of saying goodbye to Songcheng, youth, and friends;
It is the obsession of not being reconciled, unwilling, and not wanting to make the one you love suffer when facing the ninth grade of Anbu, Ge Hui's sudden attack and other life-and-death scenes;
That is the determination and firmness when you recognize the way and break the golden core after hundreds of turns;
It was the desertedness in the middle of the night, and it was the unsatisfactory heart that separated the two places for a long time;
…
Scenes of the past flashed by, becoming clearer and clearer, they lingered and fermented, fermenting power.
...
On May 19th, at 6:30 p.m., Waigang Restaurant attached to the Nine Questions Pavilion.
A table full of dishes was placed in front of Qian Donglou, with mixed aromas that rushed into his nostrils.
He picked up the chopsticks, picked up the food, and put it in his mouth, leisurely and contented, without any tension and prudence that he would face in a fierce battle with someone more than an hour later.
"The noodles are really good, you can try..." Qian Donglou smiled and said to Peng Leyun and others beside him.
His attitude seemed to make everyone around him quiet and less anxious.
Seeing his calm and breezy performance, Peng Leyun couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional:
Uncle Qian has experienced countless finals, and similar semi-finals are just a piece of cake for him. In addition to this, he is indeed better than Lou Cheng who has not yet reached the finals.
However, Master Qian didn't mean to be lazy on purpose, but because of his own laziness, and it coincided with the state of mind of the Shang Qing sect. It seems that it can only be described in four words:
The way is natural!
Qian Donglou ate with a great appetite, like wind and clouds. When it was close to seven o'clock, he put down the bowls and chopsticks, got up slowly, and said with a slight smile:
"It's time to get ready."
After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the lounge. His white robe was light and his bun was black, as if blending with the surrounding environment.
...
On May 19th, at 7:00 p.m., outside the Nine Questions Museum.
Several young girls with student childishness got out of the car and went straight to the door.
On the way, they saw a peddler selling glow sticks. They thought that they only prepared a small horn and an inflatable hammer. They seemed to be missing something, so they went over to them. After some bargaining, they bought one each, planning to cheer and cheer later. Use from time to time.
After buying some other things, they found the entrance marked on the ticket and lined up at the back of the line in order.
While moving step by step, the girls were excitedly discussing the upcoming game tonight.
"I think my husband might win this time!"
"What is your husband, it's obviously my husband!"
"I think so too. Lou Cheng's schedule is more favorable. The 'Martial Sage' has encountered strong enemies in front of him, and he was exhausted and injured. Well, I think those big Vs analyzed it this way."
"I don't care about analysis or not, I rely on intuition!"
"But, but I still feel that 'Wu Sheng', 'Wu Sheng' is not so easy to win..."
"No matter what the result is, we have to show our momentum, otherwise how can we cheer for my husband!"
…
Seeing them half nervous and half excited and lively, listening to their discussions full of Internet terms, someone behind him shook his head secretly and muttered:
"This year's fans can't do it..."
After chatting, laughing and making noise, the girls finally arrived at the security checkpoint, only to find a box containing fluorescent sticks, and a security guard signaled them to throw the items in their hands into it.
"Can't you take this?"
"It's fine before! Don't tell me earlier!"
"Those hawkers outside must know, and they sold it to us... so angry!"
"Forget it, forget it, let's save Lou Cheng's character!"
…
After some discussion, they didn't mess around, and threw the things they shouldn't bring into the boxes one after another, went through the security check, walked into the venue, and searched for the location in an orderly manner.
...
On May 19th, at 7:30 p.m., in one of the VIP boxes in the Nine Questions Pavilion.
Holding the wine bottle, old man Shi pushed the door open happily, and with a sweep of his eyes, he saw old friends such as "Empress" Fei Dan, "Empty Nest Old Man" Wu Molian and so on.
"Why do you come here as a master?" Fei Dan laughed and shook his head.
"Hasn't this started yet? How can there be a master standing in front of an apprentice?" Old man Shi laughed and walked towards the empty seat, "There have been several hard battles in front of the 'Wu Sheng'. I think my stupid apprentice is here today. It's really possible for Wan to win, hey, if he really wins, I have to talk to that old bull-nosed Wu Guang, let him understand how we felt when he always mentioned 'Wu Sheng'!"
Wu Molian was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise, "Jianguo, uh, old man Shi, you actually got Wuguang's Taoist name right!"
Comrade Shi Jianguo sat down slowly, smiled contentedly and said:
"Wu Guang and I have been old friends for decades. We have long been used to his abilities. Although we haven't seen each other for several years, we still remember our Dao name very firmly."
"Hey, old man, I am strong, have a high level, and have a good memory. You can't deny this. Unlike you, I didn't pay attention to that old cow's nose for several months, and just barked like Wu Guang, Wu Guang, Wu Guang, and Wu Ling."
These words immediately aroused laughter, and even the "Empress" Fei Dan leaned back a little.
In the circle of their older generation, it is a consistent pleasure to make fun of the five lights.
In such a scene, the calmer reaction of the Wai Gang next to old man Shi seemed quite special, which immediately aroused his idea.
He turned his head and looked at that strange yet somewhat familiar face, and subconsciously blurted out:
"Who is this?"
Everyone was silent for a while, and there was no more sound. The Wai Gang who was asked sighed, and replied quietly:
"Old Daoist Wuguang."
...
On May 19th, at 7:40 pm, the reporter seat of the Nine Questions Hall.
Some people are busy communicating with the rear, communicating with the organizing committee, and adjusting the live broadcast picture a little bit. Some people are wearing body armor, armor, and helmets, slipping down, close to the "safety isolation belt", and set up a heavily guarded camera , aiming at the field, which is a supplement to aerial shooting, orbital shooting, etc.
In addition, some people are posing and doing pre-game reviews, and some people are writing and drawing on sticky notes.
"What are you doing?" a camera reporter asked the latter curiously.
Shu Rui smiled sweetly and said, "I'm thinking about the interview questions."
She didn't have an interview task today, but she made up her mind that as long as Lou Cheng breaks through his bottleneck and gets the best results, she will let him accept another interview with a stern face.
The items written on the paper are exactly what she wanted to ask during the interview, such as:
"Why do you want the nickname 'God King'?"
"I've been using 'Zhentianji' for so long, don't you have any feelings?"
"Privately, besides Orange, what nickname do you have?"
"Who do you want to thank the most? Is there any warm or interesting story to share with us?"
…
After chatting, someone suddenly shouted:
"Ready, ready!"
As a result, most people refocused on the venue.
In the live broadcast room of the TV station, the host's expression became serious and he said:
"Everyone is ready, the game is about to begin!"
"It's about to start!" On the webcast platform, the guest commentator He Xiaowei straightened his back suddenly.
"Let's count down." In a live channel, Cai Zongming also coughed twice.
...
On May 19th, at 7:45 p.m., in the exclusive lounge of the Nine Questions Pavilion.
Lou Cheng returned to his mind, his eyes suddenly became deep.
He stood up and walked towards the door, every step seemed to be full of strength.
Just as he was approaching the gate, his cell phone rang suddenly. He took it out and saw that Yan Zheke had sent a message.
The girl "clench her fist and shine" and said:
"This coach is with you!"
Lou Cheng smiled and returned a "struggle" expression, then locked the screen and stared calmly ahead.
A few seconds later, he stepped forward and opened the door forcefully.
bang!
Light poured in from outside the door, shining into the darkness.
S: Don’t forget, I will have acupuncture tomorrow morning. Well, you can watch the video congratulating China Literature on its listing. I saw in it that my facial paralysis has not recovered. . But it was shot on October 20th, and it is much better now.