I, the ghost hunter, chase my wife thousands of miles away! [Rebirth]

Just as Zhong Ling hugged his knees and wept, a gentle voice came from behind:

Taoli Academy is where Zhong Ling studied.

When he heard the sound, he turned around and saw that it was a young man he didn't know, so he hurriedly turned his back to wipe away his tears, pointed up along the road, and nodded.

And the person who asked this question was Hong Zhen.

At that time, like Zhong Ling, he was a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old, and he rushed to the world-famous Taoli Academy to study in an attempt to gain fame and honor his ancestors.

Zhong Ling was used to being bullied, and was afraid of being caught by others, so he just kept his posture of shrinking by the river, thinking about waiting for this person to leave before leaving.

The soles of the shoes made "creak" and "creak" sounds on the crushed stones by the river. The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and Zhong Ling's tense body relaxed a little.Sadly, he picked up the book with all the characters pasted into ink, and wanted to throw it away, but he was a little bit reluctant.

Just as he was expedient, the footsteps behind him returned.

Zhong Ling had the experience of being pushed into the river before, so he subconsciously twitched and turned around suddenly.

The ones who came were not those official children who bullied him, but Hong Zhen who had gone and returned.He was a head taller than Zhong Ling, and he was taller in comparison, and he would lower his head slightly when they looked at each other.

Zhong Ling stepped back warily, not forgetting to protect the soaked book behind her back.

"I did not mean."

Hong Zhen smiled at him, with the sunshine unique to young people, "I came back just to tell you that if you are in a bad mood and want to find a quiet place, you'd better not be here."

Zhong Ling tilted his head slightly, wondering why this man said such a thing.

Hong Zhen pointed to Zhong Ling's silk trouser legs, and explained the reason: "If you stand by the river for a long time, your feet will get wet."

Zhong Ling looked down at the trouser legs, and it was indeed wet.He shrank his feet back, looked up at the person again, and felt that the sunshine on the young man's shoulders was really nice, and it should be very warm.

The gurgling stream that year made the first meeting between him and him possible.

Even after going through ups and downs, Zhong Ling still felt that it was the warmest scene in his life.

Hong Zhen lived in the academy the day he arrived at the academy, he was different from Zhong Ling.Zhong Ling got the qualification to enroll because his father spent money to build a library for the academy.But Hong Zhen's family is not as good as Zhong Ling's. His father is a county magistrate in a small place, and this place is "Yishun".He was able to study here because his father had saved Sun Shangshu's life. In order to repay his kindness, Sun Shangshu asked Hong Zhen for a place to study.

It just so happened that it was the same room as Zhong Ling, who no one wanted to live with.

"Brother is well. I'm in Xiahongzhen. I met you at dusk today. We will live in this room from now on. Please take care of me."

While speaking, he bowed his hands to Zhong Ling, bowed his head and bowed his head, very sincerely.

Zhong Ling was used to being bullied by others, and had always been very defensive, not daring to reveal his sincerity to others easily.So for this person's self-introduction, he just clutched the corner of his clothes, like a newborn kitten, and nodded cautiously to show that he knew.

Hong Zhen was not surprised, he only made his own bed, lit the candles on the cabinet, and opened a book.

After all, he came in through the back door, and his father asked him to write a good article and give it to the master, so that the master could see his literary talents, so that he would not despise him.

In this regard, Hong Zhen's father's style of acting is undoubtedly more appropriate.For example, Zhong Ling's father only sent people to give gifts, but was sent back intact by the self-proclaimed noble master.

Hong Zhen is very confident in his literary talents, so he has already written it on the way here, and now that he has nothing to do, he just flips through a few chivalrous legends.These books are "unserious", so he can't take them out, so he can only turn a few pages in the bedroom.

But as he flipped through the pages, the person on the other side who was timid at first suddenly touched him, and a weak shadow surrounded him.

Hong Zhen was curious, he didn't do anything just now, how did he let the little snail come out of the shell?

Following Zhong Ling's line of sight, his eyes fell on the book with a dark blue cover.

"Do you like to read this?" He raised the scroll in his hand.

Zhong Ling realized his abruptness, and shrank back timidly, but after a long while, as if unwilling to reconcile, he looked closer and nodded his head.

This book is "Legend of the Six-fingered Man" that he was thrown into the water in the afternoon. It is said that there are no more than five copies on the market, and most of them are collected by people who like knights.

"I can lend you."

While Hong Zhen was talking, he successfully noticed the starlight in Zhong Ling's eyes.

"However, you have to tell me your name."

Zhong Ling looked at him with one side of his head, dumbfounded, thinking that this man was so strange that he wanted his name instead of a tael of silver.But he had been withdrawn for a long time, so he didn't ask any questions. After a while, he took out a piece of paper from the desk, wrote two words with a pen and handed it over.

"Zhong Ling?" Hong Zhen stared at the handsome handwriting on the paper, "Is this your name?"

Zhong Ling nodded slightly. He looked at the surprised look of the other party and understood what he would say next—"Why did you write to me? Are you dumb?"

He was ready to nod, but the other party said:

"sounds so good."

It was as if a wind chime was shaking in my heart, and the jingle bells rang softly, crisp and sweet.

The man lent him a book and praised his nice name.

There was a sweet smile on Zhong Ling's lips, and he scratched his ears contentedly.

He felt that Hong Zhen was a ray of light for him to fall into the abyss, and what happened afterwards also proved that Hong Zhen was indeed a ray of light.

One day at lunch, Zhong Ling's dish was poured with sand again.He has long been used to it, and turned around to buy another copy, but was stopped by Hong Zhen.

"Have they been bullying you like this?"

Zhong Ling blinked and wanted to say, it's just a matter of spending more money, I don't feel wronged, and it's not considered bullying.

Hong Zhen was indignant, "Although you are rich, and your father is also rich, you can't be ruined by them."

Seeing him roll up his sleeves, Zhong Ling thought he was going to fight with these eunuchs, so he hurriedly pulled him back, not wanting Hong Zhen to just smile.

"Don't worry, I won't be impulsive." When he spoke to Zhong Ling, he was always infinitely gentle, "In the future, I will be tested for fame. After these people are high-ranking officials, I have to deal with them no matter what. It is not worthwhile to offend them. "

Zhong Ling let go of his sleeve suspiciously, but his eyes kept staring at him, afraid that he would do something inappropriate.

Hong Zhen patted him on the head and said, "However, I can't let you live like this forever."

Alarm bells rang in Zhong Ling's heart - he knew this person was unwilling to be at peace!

He was raising his eyebrows to attack him, and told him not to worry about it, when he saw this man winking at him.

"Lingling, do you have any peanuts?"

Ever since he knew his name, this person has been calling him "Ling Ling". He said that "Ling" is the feather on the wings. When you pronounce the two words together, it seems like you are flying.

Zhong Ling didn't know what this man wanted peanuts for, but thought he was greedy, so he took some out of his pocket and handed them to him.

Hong Zhen ate all the peanuts in twos and twos, then approached the dining hall, and ate two mouthfuls of Zhong Ling's silt-covered meal under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Everyone thought he was poor and crazy, and he actually ate leftovers that Zhong Ling didn't want.But an hour later, when Hong Zhen passed out on the ground with rashes all over his body, everyone was in a mess.

Screaming, please doctor, people are turned on their backs.

When the doctor came, he asked him what he had eaten, and he only answered that he ate Zhong Ling's food.When the doctor saw the white rice grains that had been twisted into a black ball by the sand, he immediately became furious.

"Is this what people eat!"

Originally, no one cared about this matter, and it was settled by Zhong Ling buying an extra meal, and the cook who was in charge of the food just turned a blind eye.But now that things have become serious, the gentleman in charge of the academy was also alarmed. When he came down to inquire, he found out that Zhong Ling's meals would be tampered with every time.So furious, he punished the young master who took the lead to copy the "Tea Book" ten times.

Those aristocratic masters learned their lesson, and never dared to touch Zhong Ling again.It's just that they were not reconciled, and wanted to settle accounts with Hong Zhen, asking him why he wanted to eat Zhong Ling's instead of good food.However, he was lying on the bed with a high fever, his life was hanging by a thread, and he felt that he was the one who shot himself in the foot, so after summing up, he didn't pursue it any further.

They didn't know that Hong Zhen's sudden fever and rash were not because of eating Zhong Ling's food, but because of those peanuts - he had a special constitution and was allergic to peanuts.As long as you eat one pill, you will get a rash all over your body, accompanied by fever.

Poor Zhong Ling didn't know beforehand, he just thought that there was something wrong with his food, he couldn't blame himself for a while, and spent a lot of money to go down the mountain to buy medicine for rash and fever, and took care of him by the bedside.

"Lingling, I'm fine, don't worry."

That day, Hong Zhen finally lifted his hot eyelids, and regained a little consciousness.

Zhong Ling was so excited that he was on the verge of tears, holding the medicine bowl, he opened his mouth to ask him if he was hungry, if he was thirsty, if he wanted to eat after sleeping for so many days.

But he opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Hong Zhen understood what he meant, and said in a weak voice, "I'm not hungry now, but I'm thirsty. Can you pour me some water?"

Zhong Ling's eyes widened in surprise, and the medicine bowl in his hand almost dropped - he didn't say a word, how did this person know what he meant?

As if seeing his doubts, Hong Zhen raised his pale lips and said:

"Lingling, your eyes can speak."

The flickering candlelight smeared on Hong Zhen's face like ink, staining his brows with gentle tenderness like water.

Because Hong Zhen tried his best, Zhong Ling's food never had any problems again, and because of his husband's instructions, the chef would give him two extra slices of meat when ordering food.

"Lingling, people will bully those who are easy to bully. If you don't resist, they will get worse. Sometimes, you can fight."