May 19, 6 p.m.

Lou Cheng arrived at the Jiuwen Hall early 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 and unbright.

In such absolute darkness, he sat down on the couch, his eyes looking ahead, and fell into his own mind, quietly recalling the emotions that had impressed him in the past before the great battle, and recalling the throbbing that had sustained him step by step for the final preparations.

That's the love of their parents bit by bit, that's the unbearable to see them haggard, not to see them tired, not to see their bitter pain;

It is the family affection that is embodied in small things such as fried eels;

It originates from the bottom of the heart, brews in silence, blossoms in youth, and bears fruit in pure love;

It was an uncontrollable confession and "let me be happy for five minutes first" tonight Yue Zhengming;

It was the feeling of wanting to care and protect when I saw the girl curled up in my arms;

That's the motivation to want to be better and give her better;

It is the satisfaction and responsibility of exchanging rings and promising each other a lifetime;

It was the comforting feeling of hearing "come back next time";

It was the ecstasy of winning for the first time and winning the championship;

It was the melancholy of saying goodbye to Songcheng, farewell to youth, farewell to friends;

That is the obsession of being unwilling, unwilling, and unwilling to make the loved one suffer and uncomfortable in the face of the dark Jiupin, in the face of Ge Hui's sudden attack and other life-and-death scenes;

It was the determination and firmness when he recognized the road and broke the golden pill after a hundred turns and thousands of turns;

It was the desertion of no one in the middle of the night, and it was the unfulfillment of the heart that had been separated from the two places for a long time;

......

The past flashed by one after another, becoming clearer and clearer, and they lingered and fermented with strength.

............

May 19th, at half past six in the evening, the Waigang Restaurant affiliated to the Jiuwen Pavilion.

There was a table full of dishes in front of Qian Donglou, and the fragrance was mixed, and it hit the end of his nose.

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up the food, put it in his mouth, leisurely and contented, and did not have the tension and prudence of a fierce battle with someone more than an hour later.

"This noodle is really good, you can try it......" Qian Donglou said with a smile to Peng Leyun and the others next to him.

His attitude seemed to calm everyone around him and stop being anxious.

Looking at his indifferent and breezy performance, Peng Leyun couldn't help but feel a little emotional:

Uncle Qian has experienced countless finals, and similar semi-finals are just a piece of cake for him, which is indeed better than Lou Cheng, who has not touched the side of the finals.

However, Uncle Qian is not deliberately leisurely, but because of his lazy nature, and secretly fits the state of mind of the Shangqing Sect exercises, which seems to be described in four words:

Taoism is natural!

Qian Donglou ate with an excellent appetite, like a whirlwind, and waited until it was close to seven o'clock before putting down the dishes and chopsticks, getting up slowly, and said with a slight smile:

"It's time to get ready. ”

After speaking, he turned around and walked to the lounge location, his white robe swaying lightly, his hair was jet black, and he seemed to blend in with his surroundings.

............

May 19, 7 p.m., outside the Nine Question Hall.

Several girls with the childish spirit of students got out of the car and went straight to the door.

On the way, they saw a vendor selling glow sticks, thinking that they had only prepared a small horn and an inflatable hammer, and seemed to be missing something, so they gathered together, and after some bargaining, they bought one each, intending to use it for cheering.

Buying something else, they found the entrance marked on the ticket and lined up at the back of the line, in good order.

Step by step, the girls excitedly discussed the upcoming game tonight.

"I think my husband might win this time!"

"What's your husband, it's obviously my husband!"

"I also think so, Lou Cheng's schedule is more favorable, the 'Martial Saint' has encountered strong enemies in front of him, and he is consumed and injured, well, I see those big Vs analyze it like this. ”

"I don't care if I analyze or not, I rely on intuition!"

"But, but I still think that 'Martial Saint', 'Martial Saint' is not so easy to win......"

"No matter what the result is, we have to be full of momentum, otherwise how can we cheer for my husband!"

......

Looking at their half-nervous and half-excited liveliness, listening to their discussions full of Internet terms, someone behind them secretly shook their heads and muttered:

"This year's fans can't do it......"

After laughing and laughing, the girls finally arrived at the security checkpoint, only to find a box with glow sticks, and a security guard motioned for them to throw their belongings in.

"Can't you bring this?"

"It's okay before!

"The vendors out there must have known about it and sold it to us...... It's so angry!"

"Forget it, you should save character for Lou Cheng!"

......

After some discussion, they didn't mess around, they threw the things they shouldn't bring into the box, passed the security check, walked into the venue, and looked for the location in an orderly manner.

............

On May 19, at half past seven in the evening, one of the VIP boxes at the Qomsen Hall.

Old man Shi was carrying a wine bottle, Mei Zizi pushed the door in, swept his eyes, and saw old friends such as "Queen of Meaning" Fei Dan and "empty nester" Wu Molian.

"Why did you come here as a master?" Fei Dan shook his head amusedly.

"Isn't this just the beginning? How can there be a master who stands in front of the apprentice?" Old man Shi laughed and walked to the empty position, "The 'Martial Saint' has fought hard several times in front of it, I think my stupid apprentice is really likely to win tonight, hey, if he really wins, I have to find Wuguang's old bull's nose and say it well, so that he can understand how we felt when he always mentioned the 'Martial Saint'!"

Wu Molian was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "Jianguo, uh, old man Shi, you actually said the right number of Wuguang!"

Comrade Shi Jianguo sat down slowly, and said with a smug smile:

"Wuguang and I have been friends for decades, and we have long been accustomed to his abilities, although we haven't seen each other for several years, but I still remember the Dao number very well. ”

"Hey, old man, I have strong strength, high realm, and good memory, you can't deny this, unlike you, if you don't pay attention to that old bull's nose for a few months, you will scream Wu Guang, Wu Guang, Wuguang, Wuling. ”

These words immediately attracted laughter, and even the "Queen" Fei Dan leaned forward and leaned back a little.

In their circle of the older generation, it is consistent to have fun with things of five lights.

In such a scene, the calmer reaction of the wai gang next to Old Man Shi was quite special, which immediately aroused his idea.

He turned his head to look, looked at the very unfamiliar and slightly familiar face, and subconsciously blurted out:

"Who is this?"

Everyone was still, and there was no sound, and the wai gang who was asked sighed and replied faintly:

"Old way. ”

............

May 19, 7:40 p.m., 9 questions about the press gallery position.

Some people are busy communicating with the rear, communicating with the organizing committee, adjusting the picture of the live broadcast little by little, some people wearing body armor and armor, wearing helmets, sneaking down, close to the "safety isolation belt", setting up cameras with heavy defenses, aiming at the venue, which is a supplement to aerial shooting, orbital shooting, etc.

In addition, some people are posing and making pre-match comments, and some people are writing and drawing on sticky notes.

"What are you doing?" asked a camera reporter curiously.

Shu Ruiyan smiled and said, "I'm thinking about the interview." ”

She didn't have an interview assignment today, but she made up her mind that as long as Lou Cheng broke through her own bottleneck and got the best results, she would let him be interviewed again.

The entries 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 used the 'Heaven-shattering Force' for so long, don't you have any feelings?"

"Privately, what nickname do you have besides Orange?"

"Who would you like to thank the most, and do you have any heartwarming or interesting stories to share with us?"

......

After small talk, someone suddenly shouted:

"Ready, ready!"

As a result, the vast majority of people turned their attention back to the venue.

In the live broadcast room of the TV station, the host said with a straight face:

"Everyone's ready, the game is about to begin!"

"It's about to start!" On the webcast platform, the guest commentator He Xiaowei's back straightened suddenly.

"Let's count down. In a live broadcast channel, Cai Zongming also coughed twice.

............

May 19, 7:45 p.m., in the exclusive lounge of the Kuwen Hall.

Lou Cheng's mind returned, and his eyes became deep.

He stood up and walked towards the door, every step seemed filled with strength.

Just as he was approaching the door, his mobile phone rang suddenly, he took it out and took a look, and saw that Yan Zheke had sent a message.

The girl "clenched her fists and let it shine":

"Coach Ben is with you!"

Lou Cheng smiled and replied with a "struggle" expression, then locked the screen and looked calmly ahead.

After a few seconds, he stepped forward and pulled the door open with all his might.

Bang dang!

Outside the door, light poured in, shining into the darkness.

PS: Don't forget, I have acupuncture tomorrow morning, well, you can watch the video congratulating China Literature on its listing, and I see that my facial paralysis has not yet recovered. But it was October 20, and now it's much better.