Greenery on the back

Chapter 4 The Boy Kicked Down by Football
The person in the mirror is a young man who seems to be just past the age of curly hair, and his hair is shaved like a monk.

The boy had very thick eyebrows, shaped like two short black knives inserted diagonally upwards.The eyes are small, the corners of the eyes are raised, and they are a little bit red, but the bridge of the nose is high, and the whole face looks quite stern.

The other party was wearing a red and blue blouse with a strange yellow pattern embroidered on the chest. He was also posing at this moment, and he was less than half a step away from him.

Wang Lan felt strange, even though the other party was staring at him, he couldn't feel any murderous aura around him.This perception of murderous aura is an instinct he has accumulated over the years from the battlefield.

"Are you from Song or Jin?" Seeing that the other party was also standing still, Wang Lan asked in a low voice.

But as soon as he said this, Wang Lan felt something was wrong. When he spoke, the lips of the young man opposite him also began to tremble.

But the other party didn't make a sound, and after he finished speaking, the other party also closed his mouth.

"Could it be..." Wang Lan changed his posture, clenched one hand and raised it to his brow.

The opponent also clenched one hand into a fist and raised it to the brow.

Wang Lan sighed, and slowly loosened his clenched hand.He touched the boy, but only felt something cold and hard.

"Sure enough, it's a mirror." Wang Lan has never seen a mirror that can illuminate people so clearly. He tentatively touched the mirror a few times, then touched his own cheek, and said in a daze, "How did I become like this?" ?”

When Wang Lan was wondering, a door next to the desk was opened.A boy wearing a red and blue striped blouse and dark blue shorts jumped out of the door.

"Yue Feng, you're awake! Thank you, thank you!" the boy said, reaching out to pat Wang Lan's right arm.

Instinctively, Wang Lan glanced aside, but the young man took a blank shot.Immediately afterwards, he jumped back and retreated to the side of the bed where he was lying just now.

Who is this boy?What did he just say?Wang Lan stared at the other party, and saw that the visitor was also fifteen or sixteen years old, with a round face and clear eyebrows.

The opponent is wearing the same clothes as "myself", so it should not be an enemy.And looking at his happy face, it doesn't seem like he wants to harm himself.After Wang Lan thought about it, his clenched hands slightly relaxed.

"Damn it! I was shocked. Why are you so flexible when your head is broken?" The boy who came in walked straight to Wang Lan and sat down on the bed.

Wang Lan couldn't understand a word the young man said. It seemed like Chinese, but he didn't know which dialect it was.

"You don't know, you were kicked on the head by the ball just now, and you have been lying here for 10 minutes without opening your eyes. The school doctor has gone to call 120." The boy said to himself, completely unaware of Wang Lan abnormal.

At this time, a middle-aged woman in a white shirt walked in from outside the door, holding a gold-pink square iron piece in her hand, and a ring-shaped object decorated with silver thread and colored glass was placed on the bridge of her nose.

"Student Yue Feng, are you awake? How does your head feel?" The woman's tone was very friendly, and she looked at Wang Lan softly.

Seeing that it was a woman, Wang Lan lowered his guard a little. He couldn't understand what the other party said, so he had no choice but to say nothing.

"Teacher, Yue Feng is awake. It's over, your 120 is for nothing." The boy sitting on the bed said disdainfully.

"Tang Chuan, don't talk yet." The middle-aged woman turned her head and shouted at the boy, then turned to look at Wang Lan.

The middle-aged woman looked at Wang Lan's face for a while, then stretched out her right index finger and shook it back and forth in front of Wang Lan's eyes a few times, and then asked him several questions one after another.

Seeing that Wang Lan didn't respond or answer, the middle-aged woman frowned, turned around and said to the boy named Tang Chuan, "120 is not for nothing."

After about a quarter of an hour, Wang Lan suddenly heard a piece of music coming out of the pink gold iron plate in the middle-aged woman's hand. The style of the song was short and powerful, which he had never heard before.

"Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed, seaweed, dancing in the waves..."

When the woman heard the song, she also looked at the iron sheet in her hand.

"I said, Mr. Wu, your ringtone is too earthy." Tang Chuan still spoke in a serious manner.

"What do you know, you little brat? This song was very popular when the teacher was in college, and now I like to listen to it too." The middle-aged woman picked up the iron plate, poked it with her finger a few times, and then surprised Wang Lan A strange scene happened: the woman actually started talking to the iron sheet!

"Hey, yes, I dialed 120, and I'm in the school now, okay, get out immediately." After finishing speaking, the woman put down the iron plate, turned her head and said to Wang Lan: "Student Yue Feng, let's go to the hospital for an examination first. Can you hear me?" Did you see the teacher talk?"

Wang Lan saw that the other party asked him repeatedly, although he didn't quite understand, but he couldn't help but say nothing, so he crossed his hands and saluted, "Dare to ask this lady's name?"

As soon as the words came out, the other two were completely stunned.

"Mr. Wu, what did Yue Feng say just now?" Tang Chuan scratched his head.

"Slurred speech, confused speech, and abnormal behavior. It must have injured the brain." Teacher Wu, the school doctor, greeted Tang Chuan and said, "The ambulance has arrived at the school gate. Help him out quickly, and be careful not to fall!"

After speaking, she stretched out her hand and opened the door.

"Where are these two going to take me?" Wang Lan muttered in his heart when he saw the young man starting to help him.

"The two of them don't seem to have any malicious intentions. Besides, I'm in a different place at the moment, so I might as well let them arrange it first, and make a plan after we find out what happened." Wang Lan made up his mind, and stretched his legs out the door.

After about an hour, Wang Lan finally returned to this room with Tang Chuan's support.What happened during this time simply subverted his worldview.

There are hundreds of feet tall buildings everywhere outside, and there are things like sedan chairs running on the road.I was taken to a building, and I was put into a machine, and several people in white gowns asked some incomprehensible words one after another.What's the situation?
where am i nowHow did he become such a boy?
Faced with so many strange things and so many unsolvable mysteries, Wang Lan's heart was close to collapse, but years of battlefield experience gradually calmed him down.

He quickly determined two things: First, this place must be isolated from the world, just like the Peach Blossom Spring described by Tao Yuanming, so there are too many things in it that he has never seen before.

Second, the boy's body is definitely not his own.But why is he in this young body again?Could it be that he died on the battlefield and was reincarnated as this boy?
Wang Lan couldn't help thinking of when he was young, he used to study scriptures under the eaves of a scholar Huang in the court, and he heard a strange thing.

That Huang Xueshi is a man of great talents and a wealth of knowledge. He once said to himself that he was sent by the Taoist emperor to compile a Taoist collection.Among them, he discovered that Taoism has a thaumaturgy called "soul-moving method", which can manipulate a person's soul.

Could it be that this young man transferred his soul to him?
(End of this chapter)