Urban Cultivation: I Was Dug Out Again

Just when Wang Nantian was talking with saliva flying, he suddenly caught a glimpse of three figures slowly approaching from the corner of his eye. He was like a rooster being strangled by the neck. There was a gurgling sound in his throat, but he couldn't utter a single word. Come.

"Master Wang, keep talking~ What happened next?"

"The story is well told~" Mo Tian walked up to him, glanced at him sideways, and said calmly.

"Thank you~ Thank you for the compliment." Wang Nantian's head was dripping with cold sweat. He didn't dare to show off in front of this expert.

"Your name is Luo Qingyin?" Mo Tian looked at Luo Qingyin in front of him, with no trace of emotion in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

"Can I hear you play a piece of music?" Mo Tian did not answer her question.

"Boy, who are you? Is it possible for you to listen to Qingyin's performance if you want to?" Bai Mingxuan and others quit and immediately scolded.

Only Wang Nantian stood aside and did not dare to say a word. When these three stupid young men charged forward, it would be best to be dealt with by an expert. At this moment, he actually had a sense of superiority that everyone in the world was drunk and I was alone. .

"Isn't it possible? Forget it." Seeing that Luo Qingyin had no intention of playing, Mo Tian was a little uninterested. He just wanted to come and see his old friend. Unfortunately, it was not the same person after all. He didn't have the feeling of meeting his old friend.

"Wait, who are you? Why don't any of us know you? How did you come in and how did you get the invitation?" Bai Mingxuan continued to question him reluctantly.

"That's right. Could it be that they sneaked in to eat and drink?" Liu Xian and He Zhanfeng also said in a strange tone.

"Come here, security, what are you doing here? Even those without invitations are let in."

"Ah~ I'm sorry, Mr. Liu, Mr. He, sir, do you have an invitation?" A man who looked like a manager immediately asked Mo Tian.

Mo Tian didn't want to cause trouble and immediately took out the invitation card on his body.

"Uh~ There is really an invitation. Whose friend is he? Why doesn't anyone know him?"

"Why don't I remember inviting you? Mr. Wang? Your friend?" Everyone immediately looked at Mr. Wang, who looked strange.

Mo Tian also glanced at him lightly.

"Uh~ ah~ yes, this gentleman is a great musician. I specially invited him here." When Mo Tian stared at him, Mr. Wang immediately became excited. A chill spread from the tailbone to the Tianling Cap, and he felt like urinating. Somewhat uncontrollable.

"Oh? From the music circle? Why don't we know you?" There were many people in the music circle present, but unfortunately no one knew Mo Tian.

"Since my friend is also in the music industry, how about playing a song?" Luo Qingyin also became interested.

"Okay~" Mo Tian also wanted to see if he could trigger Luo Qingyin's memory.

"There's a piano over here."

"No, I'll use this."

Mo Tian slowly pulled out a jade flute from his arms.

"Xiao?" Everyone was stunned, playing classical music? This is rare in the industry.

Mo Tian put the jade flute to his lips, and his thoughts immediately began to fly, returning to that startling glimpse ten thousand years ago.

The sound of the flute slowly came out, and the souls of everyone present were shocked, and their scalps were numb. Even a musical idiot could hear the emotion contained in the sound of the flute, because it was a sound that directly touched the soul.

Vicissitudes of life, longing, loneliness, endless loneliness.

Luo Qingyin was even petrified on the spot. This Xiao Yin and this Xiao Yin~ appeared at Kyoto University a few days ago.

Could it be him that day?

Unmistakable, one melody, the same feeling.

Everyone was immersed in it, and unknowingly there were tears in the corners of their eyes. The thick longing and loneliness felt like they had been alone for thousands of years. Everyone felt that they were so uncomfortable that they couldn't breathe.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a woman burst into tears.

"Woo~ I feel so uncomfortable~" She expressed everyone's feelings, and everyone came back to their senses. Everyone was wiping the corners of their eyes.

"Woo~ No. 6, I feel No. 1 is so lonely."

"Hmm~ He must have been practicing hard for countless years. When he came out again, he found that no one he knew was gone. No wonder he saw a Luo Qingyin who looked like an old friend and couldn't wait to see her." No. 6 was also very sad. , the emotion in the flute sound was too strong.

Women are all emotional, and this Xiao Yin instantly conquered all the women. They all wanted to rub this lonely man into their arms and comfort him.

But when everyone came to their senses, the man playing the flute had already disappeared.

"Where's the man? Mr. Wang, where's the flute player?"

"No~I don't know~" Wang Nantian was also confused.

"Don't you know him? What's his name? Where does he live?" Luo Qingyin immediately asked anxiously.

"Uh~ no~ I don't know~" Wang Nantian still didn't know.

"Didn't you invite him? How could you not know?"

"Ah~ By the way~ The two women over there know that they know the man just now." Wang Nantian immediately betrayed No. 6 and No. 9.

"I'll go~ This Wang Nantian, I'm going to beat him to death." No. 9 immediately started to roll his arms and wanted to beat him.

"Hello~ Ladies, do you know that person just now?"

"I don't know, let's go." No. 6 immediately denied it, then picked up No. 9, who was about to beat someone up, and left the banquet hall.

"Uh~ You guys play slowly, I'm leaving too, I'm a little uncomfortable." Wang Nantian also saw that something was not going well and immediately ran away.

"Hey~ Mr. Wang, are you leaving now? Aren't you going to invite Qingyin to dinner?"

"Next time, next time I'll definitely invite you~haha~ah~haha~" It's a joke. Even if he wants to get a woman that the boss is interested in, he has to weigh it up. These three idiots will definitely suffer if they continue to pester Luo Qingyin. He has I have a feeling that the big boss just came here specifically for Luo Qingyin. Although I don't know what the situation is, it is the most correct choice to immediately keep distance from Luo Qingyin.

Wang Nantian is a bit of a bastard, but he is not stupid at all.

On the rooftop, No. 6 and No. 9 also came here and saw Mo Tian standing on the edge. He was so lonely and lonely.

"No. 1." The two women were a little worried about Mo Tian. Of course, they were not afraid that Mo Tian would jump out of his mind. The psychology of a master who can cultivate his strength is not that fragile.

"It's okay, I just remembered some past events. Protect her."

"Yes~"

After this incident, Luo Qingyin had no intention of attending the party again. After declining the other three young masters, Luo Qingyin returned to the presidential suite on the top floor.

But she didn't know that the flute master she longed for was drinking alone on the rooftop above her and feeling miserable.

"Miss, do you know the person playing the flute today?"

"I don't know him, but when I returned to Kyoto University that day, I accidentally heard the sound of a flute. The melody was similar to what I heard today. I followed the sound to look for it, but unfortunately I couldn't find it. I didn't expect to hear it again today. He must be The flute player I met at Kyoto University that day was the same person." Luo Qingyin was extremely excited. She was extremely disappointed that she didn't find anyone that day, and felt that she had missed a master of music.

Unexpectedly, she met him at a reception banquet today. Unfortunately, she didn't know his specific information, but it was enough to meet him. Moreover, this person was most likely from Kyoto University. She would definitely be able to find him again.

"This person's flute-playing skills have indeed reached their peak. Under the influence of the young lady, I understand some music. The sound of the flute today really shocked my soul. With my temperament, I couldn't help but cry. That kind of The feelings of loneliness and missing are all too real.”

"Well, this person is not just as simple as he appears. He must have many stories." That kind of vicissitudes of life should not appear in a young man of about 20 years old.

What kind of unforgettable story does he have? Luo Qingyin cast her eyes into the night sky outside the window.