[Transformers] Short Stories

Megatron finished reading a long poem—he wrote it himself, pondered over it, almost scratched the shell of the mechanical dog, and finally released a fresh masterpiece.

He sighed contentedly: "Does anyone have any thoughts?"

Then he regretted it.

He shouldn't have said that.Deviation kindly invites him to be the resident (poetry) singer of the bar, but everyone knows it well: this is why many customers are diverted to the new bar opened by Phantom.

This sentence is destined to be the conclusion of a cold scene, and it makes the original cold scene even more cold.

His question fell into the air, even smashing the echo.

"Should...not...well..." Megatron said softly and vaguely.

He hastily folded the manuscript in his hand, not wanting to see any expression of deviation or bewilderment.

Looking up, he saw Tong Tianxiao with his hands raised.

"Oh, ah." Megatron paused for a moment before he calmed down. His first reaction was that something went wrong on the ship again, "What's the matter? Astrologer, have you finally checked out the dangerous goods they hid?"

"Thank you for remembering my report," Tong Tianxiao nodded, and then he said, "But, my question is about the poem you just read."

"What's the problem?" Megatron asked.

"You read a very strange sentence, 'Time is like the turbulent waves of the sea...'" Tong Tianxiao frowned, "How do you say that word?"

"Joy, joy and sorrow," Megatron said. He had never imagined that anyone could read poetry so stiffly...to the point of embarrassment. "It's a common metaphor, isn't it?"

"I just don't get it. Time has nothing to do with waves," Celestial said. "'Religion and wine,' 'time and waves,' that sort of thing."

"Religion and wine?"

"You wrote 'religion is a glass of fine wine, drunk...'" Tong Tianxiao reminded earnestly.

"I wrote that before the war, I just didn't expect you to read it," Megatron said, freezing on stage.

Just then, on the other side of the bar, Cyclonus and Baffle and Spiral trio were doing what they always did, causing some minor disturbances, shifting Celestial's optical lock slightly, and Megatron was glad he was finally able to walk Step off the stage, sit next to the questioner's body and continue discussing the topic.

Departure pushed a goblet full of high purity to Megatron's face.

"In poetry, similes are common," Megatron said, catching the glass.

"Yes, a metaphor." Tong Tianxiao looked a little frustrated.

Megatron thought for a while, then put his hand on the shoulder armor of the blue and white mainframe and patted it lightly. According to the courseware of "How to Get Along with Others Calmly", this action does not seem to be very offensive, and it is enough to express intimacy necessary condition.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I need to use metaphors to... explain in the article? But I..." Tong Tianxiao made a vague gesture, "I'm not very..."

"I understand." Megatron took a sip of high purity, "You're Cavin."

"I just... after listening to your poems, I don't think my writing should be so boring." Tong Tianxiao said.

He secretly glanced at the departure, the other party turned their backs to them, as if they were not interested in what they said, which made Tong Tianxiao relax a bit: "You always have a way to make your works fascinating. After listening to your recitation, let me discover my own works Not that... I tried to fix it, but..."

"But after thinking about it, you find that you can't write it anyway?" Megatron thoughtfully helped him close the sentence.

Tong Tianxiao nodded silently, looking devastated.

Gradually regaining the initiative, Megatron decided to go too far: "You know, poems don't need to be crafted, they don't need to be crafted, they don't need to be polished, they just-say what you think. Let's put it this way, when you see When it was time for Rodimus, make a sentence of your feelings?"

"What—" For a moment, Tong Tianxiao was a little shaken, but Megatron told him to be safe and not to be impatient with his eyes.

"No need to be nervous, I already knew." Megatron patted Celestial's shoulder armor again, this time a little harder than before, conveying more intimacy, um, "We just need to discuss the sentence itself, greatly Come up with a metaphor, Old Tong."

If Tong Tianxiao hadn't been so nervous, he would have found that Bi Bi Ji was terribly quiet, as if everyone was silently mourning at the same time.

"Butianshi—" Tong Tianxiao was stuck.

"Like?" Megatron looked at him encouragingly and somewhat expectantly.

"Romus, he's like..."

Megatron could literally see through the mecha how Celestials struggled to hollow out the vocabulary, and how those words escaped, or simply disappeared.If words had life, each of them would be evil, because they'd all been smeared with Cybertronian oil, and some might have killed the same people a million times over.

"Want me to bring the mechanical dog..." Scratch for you?

Before Megatron finished speaking, Tong Tianxiao had a flash of inspiration: "One energy block."

"A power block?"

"Correct."

"Prodimus?"

"Ah."

"Rodimus is like a power block?"

"How about it?"

Megatron knocked on the table to make the trembling Deviant turn around: "Give me another cup of high purity."

There is still a lot to talk about between him and Tong Tianxiao.

"Prodimus."

Hearing the sound, Rodimus turned his head and said with a smirk, "What's the matter? Sweetheart, cookie, honey?"

"What did you say?" Tong Tianxiao asked suspiciously.

"Hey, am I talking about metaphors? Vocabulary, sweet words, you and the old iron bucket have been learning for so long, have you made no progress at all?" Rodimus twirled the knife.

Tong Tianxiao frowned, and sat vigorously on the charging bed: "Don't call Megatron like that..."

"Sorry, I don't have much respect for him," Rodimus said, "You know, huh?"

Tong Tianxiao looked at him for a while, Rodimus stared back unwillingly, and finally Tong Tianxiao gave up: "Don't call me that... I don't see any relationship between myself and those words?"

"But you can think of energy blocks from me?" Rodimus put his feet off the table, turned the chair around, leaned on the armrest and looked at Celestial, "Do you need me to help you expand your vocabulary? ?”

Tong Tianxiao pointed out seriously: "Energy block is an essential thing for our daily life."

"Yeah yeah, I'm well aware of my 'practicability', but don't you think you need to compliment something else? My words and deeds, my paint job, my handsome figure?"

"Your words and deeds are very naive, your paint is too exaggerated, your figure, sorry, you just said you are handsome? I reserve my opinion."

"Come on, Old Tong, follow me and say a few words, we will definitely find something you like." Rodimus winked, "I promise, I can make you remember them."

Tong Tianxiao hesitated for a moment: "Megatron gave me a suggestion..."

"Suggest?"

"He said that I have to get used to it first..." After a pause, Tong Tianxiao continued, "He suggested that I read some poems to you."

Butusmusi's optical mirror lit up, and Tong Tianxiao had a bad premonition. The next second, he was pressed on the charging bed by the golden-red TF that rushed over.

"It's great!" Rodimus leaned over his body and made a big face, "No poetry is more boring than reciting the law code and daily preaching before going offline, is it?"

Seeking Light moved forward slowly, facing the dark universe and dazzling nebula outside the window, Rodimus, holding the small body of Minimoth, fell on the charging bed, and after finding a comfortable position for himself, he said: " Alright, old man, read it."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Minimos asked suspiciously, being forced to lie in Rodimus' arms.

"It's easier for me to focus, and who doesn't want a bedtime story before recharging?" Rodimus' voice sounded overly relaxed.

"Uh, let me take a look." Minimos opened the data pad, found the first song, and read it slowly, "At this moment, everything is quiet, the wind subsides, beasts and birds..."

"Stop!" Rodimus interrupted him.

"What's the matter?" Minimos lowered the data pad, his back was pressed against the breastplate of Rodimus, and he could only side-shield with difficulty.

"Shouldn't the first line of a poem be 'I love you'? It should be the first line of all poetry!"

"But not this one."

"Show it's not a good poem, replace it."

"Megatron said the poem was good. He..."

"Your captain told you that this poem is not good!"

"..."

"Tsk! Your Captain Roody told you it's not good!"

"You are sophistry..."

"Seriously, Old Tong? Are you really going to waste your time arguing with me?"

"But I don't know which one you said..." Minimos flipped through the data board for a while before adding the end of the sentence, "Good poem."

"Search for keywords, you can definitely find them."

It was difficult, and Rodimus' hands were pressed against Minimoth's breastplate, as if to bind him.

"The furthest distance in the world..." Finally, Minimos stopped his fingers and read in a low voice.

"Huh?" Rodimus groaned in agreement: "The distance..."

"It's not life and death, but I stand in front of you, but you don't know me... Rodimus? Roody?"

Rodimus turned over and lay on his side, with his arms still on Minimos's shoulders, he said vaguely, "Nonsense, we're close enough...good night..."

He is offline.

"I, I don't think this is a good idea." Tong Tianxiao said hesitantly while holding the data pad.

"Cheer up, Old Tong, your writing is very good." Megatron encouraged him, "We have revised every sentence for at least one night, and I think you can be invited to be my guest tonight."

Of course Tongtianxiao knew that they had already improved it perfectly enough.

These days of modification made them exhausted. Tong Tianxiao lived in Megatron’s dormitory for more than a dozen consecutive nights, Rodimus came to knock on the door every hour, and the mechanical dog that was flattened finally moved angrily. Leaving Megatron's dormitory, declaring "It's permanent!".

"You need to get used to expressing, old man," Megatron said. "Especially expressing yourself. I can't tell you how much good it is, but as soon as a poetry reading is over, you can feel its charm."

"I think you're right." Tong Tianxiao said, "I still have one more thing to add..."

Megatron almost groan|groaned, because he knew what Master's words meant: adding a new sentence, triggering their differences of feeling, so they spent the whole night studying and revising, until the next morning they both Finally, there is someone who is willing to stand up and confirm that this sentence is irrelevant, and then spend a long time refuting the reason why it is irrelevant...

With the blue optics of Celestia still locked on to him, what could Megatron say?

He could only sigh: "Say it, Old Tong, which sentence do you want to add?"

Tong Tianxiao looked down at the data pad, and said in a low voice: "'This is my first poem, I give it to Megatron, thank him for his company and help these days'."

"Whoa," Megatron said dazedly.

Tong Tianxiao still stared at the data board: "So, you think this sentence..."

"I, cough." Megatron cleared the sounder before saying, "I don't recommend you add it."

"What?" Tong Tianxiao was surprised, and his optical mirror was aimed at Megatron again, "Sorry, I thought you would agree with at least this sentence?"

"I...yes," Megatron grabbed onto Celestial's shoulder armor, this time completely unconsciously, not because of some communicative class instruction.He cleared the sounder again, and continued, "I appreciate your words, I feel their power, thank you...but I can't accept...we..."

"It was you who told me that poetry means saying whatever you want!"

"Yeah, I said it, I said it, I regret it a little bit." Megatron felt very clumsy now, "I know what you mean, I really do. But don't say it like that? We, Pushen !..."

He half-smiled and let go of his hand: "Language is used to express yourself to the uninformed, now I already know you, right? We don't need to do this... I mean, our 'Night Night Shengge' some time ago 'It's already too much, we can't make Rodimus jealous anymore, can we?"

"That's not 'Night Night Shengge'," Tong Tianxiao corrected him rigorously, "It's ridiculous to use this word here, we are conducting necessary academic exchanges."

"Yeah, yeah..." Megatron pretended to be nonchalant.

In the past, Rodimus always used this "obfuscation method" to divert Tong Tianxiao's attention—that is, to use some unimportant grammatical errors to cover up those goals that Tong Tianxiao would really object to.Sometimes Megatron would be bitter about it, but for now, he was thankful that there was still a way to get him out of the all-seeing optics.

Sure enough, the trick worked again.

Wrong idioms occupied Tong Tianxiao's CPU, while he was still struggling with Megatron's inappropriate words, Megatron had pushed him onto the stage, and when he was on stage, his CPU was placed on this messy In terms of atmosphere, there is no time to review the sudden gift.

Megatron was also very surprised that there was such a TF in the record of departure at this time - usually his personal poetry readings are always empty.

The three crews of the whirlwind board in a mess, the departure from the brakes and Jung, the perceptron and Xiao Zhuge who chatted in low voices, Tinoka who looked at the mechanical dog curiously, the high-purity ambulance with concentration, snuggling Alloy shield and clockwork together...

The only one who concentrates on the activities on stage may only be ten.But in the same way, Megatron was also really afraid that this extraordinary artist would come up with a "commemorative model for the first time Tong Tianxiao and Megatron recited poems on the same stage".

All in all, it's not a friendly environment for a novice poet.

Seeing the triumphant Rodimus, Megatron had the urge to cover his visor: there is no doubt that Rodimus abused his power and threatened these crew members to "get together".

Tong Tianxiao also noticed it, the corners of his mouth twitched, somewhere between "overwhelmed" and "furious".

"Do you need my help?" Megatron asked softly.

"Please, please." Tong Tianxiao said slightly depressed.

After the poetry reading was over, Megatron left first.

As soon as Tong Tianxiao sat down, Butianshi leaned over and asked, "Are you enjoying yourself, Old Tong?"

"It's really... not attractive." Tong Tianxiao said, paused, and then said, "You have recruited too many people."

"Hey, don't be too sentimental please! They don't care what you and Megatron are going to read, they're waiting for the 'cool masquerade' I'm throwing soon!" Rodimus said, "Because your criticism , I want to take back your 'Modimus Star', which is the one I just planned to give you."

Tong Tianxiao said helplessly: "Take it away, I won't miss it."

Rodimus made a face at him and asked, "You'll be back tonight, right? Stop competing with the mechanical dog, poor mechanical dog, he's been sleeping in the corridor..."

"Since you care about him so much, why don't you take him back to your bedroom?"

Rodimus was defeated again, a little unhappy: "So, what's the answer?"

"I want to rest." Tong Tianxiao said to him, "I will, yes, I want to go back."

"You miss me!" Rodimus smiled, "Hey, although you won't get the Rodimus Star, I can reward you in another more personal way."

He kissed Tong Tianxiao hard on the lips.

Then he asked expectantly, "So, who is your first poem for?"

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