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

"I've seen Mr. Yang, I'm being polite here."

The person inside the curtain heard the sound, put down the book in his hand and looked at him slowly: "Brother Yan is here."

Although it was difficult to see the man's appearance clearly through the heavy gauze curtain, Yan Mingxiu still felt the gentleness in the man's tone like water.

"I'm sick, I can only see guests like this, please forgive me, Brother Yan."

"It's okay, I don't know why Mr. Yang called me here?"

The person in the tent stared at him intently, as if there was a smile on his brows and eyes: "A certain poem is written today, and I want to hear Brother Yan appreciate it."

Yan Mingxiu couldn't help being puzzled, he had never had any contact with this Yang Xi, he knew that the other party was good at writing, but...why was it him?

He didn't express his doubts directly, but nodded lightly and said: "I would like to listen to Mr. Yang's poems."

Yang Xi's voice was extremely soft, like a fleeting wind that people couldn't catch: "The bright moon shines on the tall building, and the streamer is wandering. There is a worried woman on it, and there is more sorrow in her lament. May I ask who is lamenting? It is said to be a son and wife.

You have been traveling for more than ten years, and your lonely concubine often lives alone.A gentleman is like clearing road dust, and a concubine is like muddy cement.Ups and downs have different potentials, when will they meet?May it be the southwest wind, and die forever in your arms.Jun Huailiang is not open, what should a lowly concubine be? "

The autumn wind was rustling, and Yan Mingxiu felt a little chilly.This poem is a typical boudoir poem, telling the lingering sorrow of a woman being abandoned by her husband.

Yang Xi had been lingering on the sick bed since childhood, and after his father died, he was used to seeing his elder brother's ruthlessness, so it is only natural that he should be so sad.

He exhaled softly, and his voice was soft: "Mr. Yang's poem is a masterpiece, especially this sentence, I wish to be the southwest wind, and die forever in the king's arms."

He paused for a while, and then comforted: "In the past, the famous doctors all over the world said that Mr. Yang would not live to be ten years old, but Mr. Yang has already proved what they said to be false. If this is the case, why bother about these worldly worries?"

After a long time, Yang Xicai said softly: "I once gave this poem to other people, and they all said that my heart is too depressed, which is not good for my sick body. They advised me to write less poems like this. Brother Yan never said that, which is a relief to a certain heart. "

Yan Mingxiu felt a little guilty in his heart, shook his head and said: "It's better to be sparse than to be blocked. It's not a good thing for such depression to condense in the heart."

"That's right..." A gleam of light gathered in Yang Xi's eyes, "Brother Yan, can you listen to someone talk about today's troubles?"

"Naturally."

He stared at Yan Mingxiu from the tent, and said to himself: "I met a person a few days ago. I thought that the other person was just a passer-by in my life. Who would have thought that the other person was deeply rooted in love and couldn't extricate myself."

His voice was exceptionally pleasant, mixed with the sadness of sickness, which aroused Yan Mingxiu's interest: "There must be very few people in the world who can make Mr. Yang's heart move."

"It's a pity..." Yang Xi let out a long sigh, and there seemed to be a sad smile on her lips: "Luohua intends to be ruthless, and that person doesn't take me seriously."

That was the case, Yan Mingxiu pondered for a moment and asked again: "Can Mr. Yang express his feelings to her?"

"Of course there are, and more than once. It's a pity that that person didn't take my words seriously, and I can't do anything about it."

"In this way, there must be some misunderstanding or unresolved knot between you and that woman."

Yang Xi looked at the golden tassels hanging beside the tent, and said slowly: "Maybe so, did Brother Yan ever have a family?"

Yan Mingxiu was startled, and reluctantly replied: "Never."

The person in the tent was silent for a moment, and then asked again: "Is there anyone who has ever liked you?"

The house is extraordinarily quiet, and the incense sticks in the unique Boshan furnace burn quietly.Yuan Feizui's face involuntarily appeared in Yan Mingxiu's mind, and his fair face was stained with a few wisps of bright red: "It should be."

"Looking at Brother Yan's behavior, it should be that he has a connection with that person."

For some reason, Yan Mingxiu always felt that there was some kind of strange sourness in Yang Xi's tone, maybe it was just an illusion.

He shook his head, but nodded again: "I don't know if this counts as mutual understanding."

Yang Xi said slowly: "Brother Yan, why don't you tell me to listen, maybe I, an outsider, can see it more clearly."

Yan Mingxiu thought for a moment, and finally explained the matter: "It was an accident that I met him, he..."

Yan Mingxiu originally wanted to say that there are many wives and concubines in his mansion, but he felt a little ashamed when he said it, so he hesitated and said: "His reputation is not very good, and I didn't intend to have a close relationship with him. I think there is a lot to like about this guy.”

After talking about it, Yan Mingxiu's face was flushed and he hesitated.

Yang Xi couldn't help laughing: "It seems that Brother Yan is not far away from achieving the true fruit of cultivation."

Where did the two men come from?Yan Mingxiu sneered secretly, rare and sad: "I hope that person won't forget me in the future."

After he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, and quickly added: "The woman I am in love with is a talented woman, so she is different from ordinary women, and she often associates with men."

Yang Xi's tone was like a smile but not a smile: "I understand."

The two chatted like this, and before they knew it, it was already late at night, and even the servant girl couldn't help but came in to dissuade her: "Master, it's time to go to bed."

Yan Mingxiu apologized again and again: "It's really a sin to forget that brother Yang is in poor health after talking all the time in the next moment."

"It doesn't matter..." The man in the tent bent down and coughed for a while, and then continued: "I am lucky to meet a bosom friend like Brother Yan."

Yan Mingxiu couldn't help but feel pity in his heart, and suddenly said: "I have an uncle who often goes out for medical treatment. Although he is not well-known, he has seen many intractable diseases in the world. I will write to my uncle and ask him to come to Yangliu How about the villa's consultation with Brother Yang?"

"Cough...Brother Yan's heart, I...cough cough...I understand it." Yang Xi said intermittently: "It's just that this disease is really difficult to cure. If you don't believe it, Brother Yan can come and see me first. pulse." After saying that, he stretched out a hand behind the curtain.

Martial arts practitioners are familiar with the pulse condition, Yan Mingxiu did not doubt that there was something wrong at the moment, he put two fingers on Yang Xi's wrist.

He originally thought that the pulse of this person should be weak, sick and weak, but he was surprised when he touched it.

It turns out that the people in this tent are vigorous and powerful, and they are in their prime, so there is no sign of physical discomfort!

"Who the hell are you!" Yan Mingxiu stood up suddenly, but it was too late, the man in the tent was so strong that he was dragged into the tent.

Before Yan Mingxiu exclaimed, he felt a weight on his body, and the man turned over and pressed him.

Four eyes facing each other.

The blood all over Yan Mingxiu's body rushed to his face: "The original is not drunk, why is it you again!"