The reborn dragon is in the city

Chapter 339 Grief
Chapter 339 Grief
When he came back to his senses, Qin Zongheng suddenly went crazy and ran following the voice.

He ran so fast that he accidentally fell to the ground just after running a short distance.

"Uncle Qin!" Xu Shaotang hurriedly rushed up to help Qin Zongheng who was lying on the ground.

"Get out of the way!" Qin Zongheng shook off Xu Shaotang's hand that came to support him, ignoring his arms that had wiped the wound on the ground, struggled to get up from the ground, and continued to run frantically towards the source of the sound.

Xu Shaotang stared blankly at Qin Zongheng who suddenly seemed to have changed into a different person. He didn't know what was wrong with him. It was just a melody that made Qin Zongheng lose his mind.

"Wait for me, where are you! Come out, I know it's you! Wait for me..."

Qin Zongheng ran staggeringly, shouting loudly continuously, the tears in his eyes had blurred his vision, his heart-piercing shouts made people feel inexplicably heartbroken.

In the process of running, Qin Zongheng fell to the ground several times, but he didn't care about it. He fell and got up again, got up and fell again, and so repeatedly, his body was already full of scars.

No matter how he called, there was no echo there, only the stern voice was getting farther and farther away, and gradually disappeared in the warm spring breeze...

When the sound disappeared completely, Qin Zongheng still refused to stop, frantically looking for something around the lake.

Hearing the movement, Song Yinuo ran out of the kitchen in a hurry, looked at Qin Zongheng's mad figure, and asked Xu Shaotang, "Uncle Qin, what's wrong?"

"I don't know, a strange singing came out from the lakeside just now, and he became like this when he heard that strange singing..." Xu Shaotang shook his head, looking at Qin Zongheng who seemed to be insane with a worried expression on his face.

Qin Zongheng searched around the lake for a long time, but he still couldn't find what he was looking for.

Suddenly, Qin Zongheng fell to the ground and sang in a hoarse voice:
"Long swords and big bows, sitting on the east of the river, cars like flowing water and horses like dragons, looking at the mountains and rivers in sight. A cluster of flutes and pipes to send incense and wind, thousands of groups of flowers to hold auspicious clouds, and the heights of Sutai are full of brocades. Guan will stay in the palace tonight..."

Just such a sentence, but Qin Zongheng sang it repeatedly on the ground, the tears all over his face had already wet his clothes.

The words, which were originally majestic and heroic, were sung by Qin Zongheng's hoarse voice, but somehow there was an unspeakable misery.

Over and over again, as if calling for something.

Hearing Qin Zongheng's singing, Lao Mo also put down his work, ran out of the kitchen wearing an apron still covered with fish scales, looked at Qin Zongheng who was sitting paralyzed by the lake, and tremblingly said to Song Yinuo: "This is the sentence , that's the line, Mr. Qin sang the same line before..."

"He used to sing like that?" Xu Shaotang asked.

Lao Mo shook his head, and said confusedly: "When Mr. Qin sang the song before, he would finish the song, and there was no such uncomfortable feeling. Every time I listen to him sing this song, I always feel the blood boil Feel."

Song Yinuo and Xu Shaotang looked at each other, as if they suddenly understood something.

After an unknown period of time, Qin Zongheng's single singing voice suddenly changed, and became the melodious and sad singing voice that Xu Shaotang heard first.

He seems to be deliberately learning to sing this song with a female voice, but the learning is a bit nondescript.His voice was less mellow and shrill, but more thick and hoarse. Although the voice was different, the inexplicable sadness was even more seductive.

Before he knew it, Song Yinuo was already in tears, leaning gently on Xu Shaotang's body, holding his heart, and murmured, "Shaotang, my heart aches..."

That hoarse voice pierced through the chest for no reason, causing people's heart to be greatly oppressed. The voice was like a cuckoo crying blood, like a chilling cicada crying, making people's eyes sore involuntarily.

"I'm also... uncomfortable..." Xu Shaotang's eyes were slightly wet at some point, he gently embraced Song Yinuo's delicate body, and lovingly wiped away the tears from his face.

Qin Zongheng repeated these two singing styles over and over until he could no longer utter a sound, until a trace of bright red blood slipped down the corner of his eyes, making his originally handsome face look extremely terrifying.

The two couldn't bear to see Qin Zongheng's painful appearance again, and walked towards Qin Zongheng who was already lying on the ground with an extremely heavy heart.

"Uncle Qin, stop singing..." Song Yinuo knelt down and wiped away the bloody tears on Qin Zongheng's face, but just after she wiped away the tears, tears welled up in Qin Zongheng's eyes again.

Xu Shaotang helped Qin Zongheng who had collapsed on the ground up, but Qin Zongheng seemed to have lost his soul. Although he couldn't make a sound from his throat, his mouth was opening and closing, and he was still repeating the singing just now.

Helping Qin Zongheng back to the hut, Qin Zongheng had already lost any strength, and sat slumped on the chair like a puddle of mud, tears dripping down on the table, making their hearts tugged.

"Mr. Qin, just say what's on your mind." Lao Mo couldn't bear to see Qin Zongheng like this, and wiped away the tears that involuntarily slid down his face, saying: "It feels good to say it, you look like this, let's see It hurts."

Xu Shaotang also persuaded: "Yes, if you have something on your mind, just say it. We may not be able to help, but we can be the best listeners."

"Uncle Qin, what's the matter with you, talk!" Song Yinuo looked at Qin Zongheng anxiously, and said in a crying voice: "Don't scare us, just tell us what's on your mind, let's find a solution together ah!"

No matter how they persuaded, Qin Zongheng turned a deaf ear to it, and just kept opening and closing his mouth, as if he wanted to engrave that part of the song in his heart.

Faced with such a situation, they lost the mood to taste Lao Mo's craftsmanship, and Lao Mo didn't care about the fried dishes in the pot. Everyone just sat there quietly and accompanied Qin Zongheng, who was like a lost soul. .

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Zongheng finally stopped singing silently.

Qin Zongheng seemed to have suddenly become old and terribly old. Tremblingly, he raised his hands and wiped away the tears mixed with blood on his face. Then he gritted his teeth and stood up, staggering towards the parking place.

After getting in the car, he raised his finger and pointed to the driver, then pointed outside, signaling the driver to get out of the car.

The driver gave him a worried look, and was about to say something when Qin Zongheng glared angrily.

Facing Qin Zongheng's angry face, the driver swallowed back the words, then got out of the car with a worried face, and gently closed the door.

When the driver left, there was a suppressed roar in the car...

(End of this chapter)