Long Aotian knelt down to me [Quick Transmigration]

evening.

Even though it is summer, the temperature turns cooler at nightfall.

Hong Zimu still stayed where he was, but his body shrank because of the drop in temperature.

His facial features were also ferociously distorted, and his eyes were full of hatred that wanted to choose someone to devour.

If he wanted to know who it was—

The scene during the day still floated before his eyes from time to time, Hong Zimu gritted his molars, his face was full of hatred for the person who sent the poem manuscript.

Even at this time, he didn't feel that he was at fault at all.

However, in the increasingly cold temperature, Hong Zimu finally calmed down from the hot-blooded state, he shivered involuntarily, and finally remembered to go back.Hong Zimu moved his stiff arms and wanted to sit up, but because of the numbness on his body, his movements froze, and he almost landed on the back of his head.

The muscle numbness was so severe that he could only freeze in place motionless, grinning his teeth and waiting for the wave of discomfort to subside.But when the numbness subsided a little, he noticed a long and slender shadow slowly approaching under the moonlight: someone is coming.

The approaching footsteps were extremely soft, submerged in the chirping of insects in the summer night, Hong Zimu could hardly catch them.When he followed the shadow and raised his head, the man was already standing a few steps away from him.

The other party just stood there, not making any movements, but he had a noble demeanor.His back is straight, and even the shadow he cast seems to be different from other people. Only when people see him at the first glance, they can know that he is an extraordinary person and dare not give offense.

Hong Zimu was stunned for a moment.

He searched in his memory, but he didn't remember that there was such a person in the academy.

On the contrary, Mr. Fang's harsh words during the day revealed a similar aura, but Mr. Fang's demeanor was much gentler than the person in front of him.

Hong Zimu wondered if it was because of the cold night that he had an illusion, but he saw that the clouds in the sky were scattered, and the moonlight shifted slightly, illuminating half of the man's face.

Some familiar, is a student of the academy.

Hong Zimu confirmed this, but he couldn't recall the other party's name. He only vaguely remembered that he was a student who usually had no sense of existence in the academy.

But anyone who saw the demeanor of the person in front of him would not think that this person would be unknown.

When their eyes met, the man seemed to be a bit surprised, but he quickly rolled his eyes and showed a gentle and friendly smile.

A little more is too ardent, a little less is cold.

This just right smile made people feel a sense of intimacy for no reason, and even the alienated temperament around the other party was weakened by most of it at once.

Seeing this, Hong Zimu breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Who are you?"

He didn't even notice it himself. When he asked this question, he subconsciously sorted out the mess on his body and tried his best to put on a respectful posture.

He even wanted to get up, but although the numbness had passed, the dizziness from not eating for a long time made his eyes go black after a while when he moved a little more, and he still couldn't get up in the end.

The other party didn't care about his embarrassed posture at all, the smile on his face seemed to be measured by a ruler, it didn't change a single point, and even the etiquette was extremely thoughtful.

He cupped his hands and saluted, "I'm Yang Zhi."

Obviously following the etiquette of the same generation, but because of the current posture of standing and sitting, there is a somewhat condescending feeling.

Hong Zimu was about to say something, but saw the arc of smile on the other party's lips deepened by a degree.

"Perhaps with another name, Brother Hong will be more familiar—"

The man's voice was still smiling, but Hong Zimu could only feel a chill running down his back, an inexplicable fear calculated his heart, he had a premonition that he would never want to hear what the other party was about to say.

Hong Zimu almost couldn't help doing something to interrupt the other party's words, but he was a step too late. He saw the slightly pale lips open and close, and continued to finish the sentence, "Yang, Ming, Liu .”

The voice was not loud, but the last three words fell into Hong Zimu's ears, like a thunderstorm in the daytime, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the name echoed back and forth in his mind.

Yang Mingliu!

How could it be "Yang Mingliu"? !How could it be "Yang Mingliu"? ! !

Hong Zimu gritted his teeth and cursed the same kind who has not yet appeared, because he didn't want to think about this possibility—the possibility of the real "Yang Mingliu" appearing.

He has been famous with the other party's poems and articles for so many years, and every time he dreams back at midnight, he will have this kind of fear: What if "Yang Mingliu" appears?What if the other party takes all this back? !

Hong Zimu hid the fear on his face and said loudly, "What nonsense are you talking about?! What 'Yang Mingliu'?! I don't know! What are you kidding?!!"

Fake!It's all fake! !

No evidence!

Yes, there is no evidence!

Why does this person call himself "Yang Mingliu"?Those poems and articles are now under his name!Why does this person call himself "Yang Mingliu"? !So what if he is really "Yang Mingliu"? ! !

……

[Yang Mingliu]'s reaction was much calmer than Hong Zimu's sternness.

His smile faded a little, but it was only for a moment, and then it returned to the right place before.

"joke?"

[Yang Mingliu] It seemed that he tasted these two words a little bit, but he didn't refute, but said in a gentle tone: "Brother Hong just think I'm joking."

[Yang Mingliu] Saying that, he took a step forward.

Under the oppression of the person opposite, Hong Zimu took a step back subconsciously.

Of course, with Hong Zimu's current posture, "one step" is naturally just a unit of measurement for distance, not a real step.I saw his hands behind his back moving, his feet kicking forward, his limbs alternated, and he retreated in such a embarrassed and funny way, just like a bastard who has been turned upside down.

But compared to Wang Ba, he has long hands and legs, and he doesn't have a tortoise shell as big as his back. He can still move around, but his speed is really unsatisfactory.

The ever-approaching figure made Hong Zimu's eyes more fearful. In a trance, the half-dark face illuminated by the moon was no longer the appearance of the clear and bright boy he saw, but turned into a green-faced and fang-toothed evil ghost.The evil spirit asked hoarsely, why did he steal his articles and poems? ! !

The ghost asked the question again and again, and the tone became higher and higher, and finally it was so sharp that it could pierce a person's eardrum.

Hong Zimu screamed "Ah!", and hissed to defend "I'm not!" "I didn't!!"

He turned over and crawled far away with both hands and feet.

Hong Zimu thought he escaped fast enough, but in fact he was hungry for almost a whole day, coupled with the intense emotional exhaustion, his physical strength and energy had bottomed out at this time, and his speed could only be described as "slow".

Therefore, before climbing out a few steps, a pair of shoes appeared within sight.

Hong Zimu looked up the shoes stiffly, but before he met his eyes, he noticed the pond behind him, which was his "shoe" several times during the daytime poetry meeting The lotus pond of the source of inspiration".

In the blink of an eye, an idea faintly took shape in Hong Zimu's heart, and it formed a prairie fire at an extremely fast speed.

"He" shouldn't have appeared! How could "he" appear? !

Since it shouldn't appear, then disappearing... wouldn't it be fine?

While Hong Zimu was thinking this, [Yang Mingliu] was also looking at him.

More precisely, look at his hands.

The hand that usually holds the pen and grinds the ink is covered with mud because of the crawling just now, and even the nails are full of mud.

During the day, it was this hand that held the man's wrist.

The small part of the wrist that had been pinched flashed before his eyes, [Yang Mingliu] a slight coolness flashed in his eyes, but the smile on his lips seemed more sincere.

He said lightly in his heart: It's a bit of an eyesore, this hand.

【Yang Mingliu】Thinking about this, the man has already squatted down, and meets Hong Zimu who is looking at the pond behind him and doesn't know what to think.

Judging by the current [Yang Mingliu], Hong Zimu's thoughts are as straightforward as written on his face. I don't know how he turned a blind eye in the past: he is still too stupid.

Even though he was thinking so, [Yang Mingliu] still seemed to be unaware, with a smile on his lips, he said, "Brother Hong, why did you leave in such a hurry? I haven't had time to say, Brother Hong's poems... "

He deliberately paused at this place, and after appreciating the other party's expression, he continued in a slow voice, "I like them all."

【Yang Mingliu】Looking at that person's expression from being dazed at the beginning, to not knowing what to think of later, it suddenly lit up. [Yang Mingliu] I guessed what Hong Zimu was thinking at the moment, it was nothing more than pulling him to rectify his name, or the two of them went together to confront the person who delivered the poems to the head of the mountain.

[Yang Mingliu] Almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

He also really laughed, but after laughing, he felt dull again.Compared with those people in the court, Hong Zimu's petty thoughts are so straightforward and pathetic, even evil is pitifully evil.

Even so, [Yang Mingliu] still had the smile on his lips.

He continued in the same tone as before, "I'm curious, how is the 'hand' that can write this poem different from others?"

Hong Zimu was stunned for a moment, he was still puzzled by this unique compliment, and felt that the accent in the words was also strange.

Just as he was thinking this way, he saw that the other party stood up and took a step forward, the sole of his shoe was stepping on his right finger bone in front of him.

……

The heart-piercing howl pierced the silent night sky, and the bird sleeping on the side tree was awakened by the sound, flapping its wings and flying away.

Fortunately, although the place where the poetry meeting is held is lively during the day, no one comes at night, otherwise not only the birds would be scared away, but even the people would be scared out of their wits.

With ten fingers connected to heart, Hong Zimu has never suffered so much in his two lifetimes combined. He wanted to pull his hand but couldn't.The pain was so painful that his nose was covered with tears and his face, all his little thoughts were thrown into the clouds, and he just cried and screamed, begging the other party to let him go.

This hoarse and piercing voice made [Yang Mingliu] frowned for the first time this evening. He showed a displeased expression as if he had been quarreled, but soon his brows widened and he casually rubbed the soles of his feet. .

Hong Zimu couldn't even yell this time, he made a hoarse sound from his throat, and his whole body collapsed on the ground, bowed like a shrimp, and twitched from time to time.

After making sure the other party didn't have the strength to yell again, [Yang Mingliu] squatted down again.

Under Hong Zimu's horrified gaze, he chuckled, "Brother Hong has been looking at this pond just now, so he must like it very much. Even the poems in the daytime use it as a metaphor."

With such a reminder, Hong Zimu suddenly remembered the idea he had just made, and also remembered the other party's poems that he used at the poetry meeting during the day.No matter how stupid he is, he also knows that the other party's "like" has other meanings.

Hong Zimu also ignored the pain in his hands, desperately shaking his head to show his denial, and now his voice, which had been shattered from shouting earlier, made a sound like a broken bellows, "No...no, no!"

It's just that the sobbing and vague sound didn't seem to fall into the other party's ears. Hong Zimu watched helplessly as the man's eyes, which were already full of smiles, bent a little bit, but completely ignored his arguments and pleadings.

[Yang Mingliu] His tone was extremely brisk, he spoke lightly and slowly——

"Coincidentally, me too."