Quick Transmigration: Don't be the hero of the show

After repairing the broken plots of several worlds in a row, Yan Mingxiu finally got a short vacation.

The holiday arrangement is booked early in the morning, a long-distance trip.

The location was in the far southern Xinjiang, a strange city that he had never visited before.

Probably the B&B was not chosen very well, the scenery is very good, and the transportation is convenient, but the space is a bit cramped and narrow.In this sweltering summer day, it is undoubtedly a bit terrible.

The owner of the homestay is very young, and he seems to be mixed with many incomprehensible qualities, as mysterious as any young man in this ancient city.

The means of transportation in this city are still the same as they were centuries ago, and the heavy traffic makes Yan Mingxiu almost confused between the plane and the reality.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt a hot wind blowing against my face. After hearing the knock on the door, Yan Mingxiu opened the door, and what caught my eyes was a bunch of extraordinarily bright flowers.

He couldn't recall the name of this flower, and he didn't know why the man gave him flowers, but he still accepted it and thanked him.

The man volunteered to be his guide to take him around this ancient city. Yan Mingxiu felt a little strange and asked him, would you be a guide for every guest of the homestay for free?

The result is of course negative.

The weather was too hot. After passing by and entering two cold drink shops, they finally arrived at the scenic spot they were going to visit today.

Recently, the ancient city was holding a celebration, and most of the tourists gathered to the west of the city.

In the temples in the north of the city, only a few old monks were chanting scriptures.

In the huge Buddhist temple, the two walked leisurely. Occasionally, birds would stay on the exquisite sculpture on the spire, and then they would fly over their heads at low altitude as if they were awakened.

The sky in the ancient city was as blue as a glass mirror, and the tree shadows disappeared from the wall quickly and quietly.

The man calmly talked about many past events of the Buddhist temple with Yan Mingxiu, from the legendary immortals all the way to the great emperor who was born here thousands of years ago, and he was very tiresome.

Yan Mingxiu, like all the people who came here, devoutly lit a stick of incense in front of the shrine.

Then he heard the almost sleepy whispers of the young man behind him.

I seem to have seen you somewhere.

Such a straightforward and clumsy way of hooking up made Yan Mingxiu couldn't help showing a little smile.

Even without looking back, he could still imagine the expression on the man's face now.

With some doubts and naivety, just like Jiang Yiqiu.

He turned his head before he could react, but the man's hugs came one after another. He didn't get rid of him, but wanted to hear what else this guy could say.

I did see you somewhere.

Yan Mingxiu smiled and said nothing, and the two stood quietly in front of the Buddha statue. Outside the hall was the bright summer day of the ancient city, and the cicadas were buzzing.

When it was time to leave, the man naturally went to see Yan Mingxiu off.

In the airport hall where people were coming and going, Yan Mingxiu couldn't help but take out something and gave it to him.

Will you come again, the man asked.

Yan Mingxiu didn't nod or turn his head, but they both knew each other well.

Even if he doesn't come again, the man will go to him.

When you can understand the other person's mind without speaking, language becomes a burden instead.

Before leaving, Yan Mingxiu gave him a hug, then turned and left without looking back. The man turned his back and watched his back go away, with the loud roar of the plane taking off in his ears.

Everything in the ancient city remains the same.When the man returned home, he cleaned the room where the guests left as usual. There was a dusty business card at the foot of the bed. It looked like it had been there for a long time, but it hadn't been cleaned because of the corners of hygiene.

The man picked up the business card, as if thinking of something, burst into tears.

The bronzing process on the business card had turned a khaki color, but it was still clearly visible in the blur of tears.

Yan Mingxiu...