Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

On New Year's Eve, the station leading to Daliang City was finally built.

This is a very crude station in Qiao Jing's eyes. It doesn't even have the most basic waiting seats, and it can only be regarded as a platform made of stone bricks at best.Not far from the platform is the stone stele carved by the old village head by craftsmen in Daliang City, with three powerful characters inscribed "Yuncha Village".

The stone tablet is [-] meters wide, [-] meters long, and weighs a thousand catties. Those young people who went to the city with the old village chief rented a total of three horses to pull it back, just to ensure that every train passing by here Visitors can clearly see the above text.

"When you're free during the Chinese New Year, go to the market to tear cloth and make new clothes for me," the old village head looked at the brand-new railroad track that had been laid all the way from afar, and grinned with a few teeth missing. He said, "Little bastards, it will be open to traffic tomorrow, so don't embarrass us in Yuncha Village!"

"Got it, village chief!"

The villagers laughed and booed, and there were a few children jumping up and down excitedly in the grid on the railroad track. The old village head looked at it for a while, frowned slightly and said, "Also, remember to tell the children not to come here casually." Playing around here, especially on the railway tracks. If something happens, there is really no way out."

This is indeed an important matter. Many adults have already begun to scold their children for coming back quickly. Seeing the reluctance on the faces of the children, the old village chief who finally got idle thought of his previous idea of ​​rebuilding the school. .

After being named by His Majesty, many villagers, including him, changed their minds, thinking that they could be regarded as "roots and young people" of Liang Liang - no matter how much money they make in business, they are still businessmen, although The status of Daliang merchants is much higher than that of previous dynasties, but the concept of "no profiteer, no business" is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. If given a choice, everyone in the world would hope that their children would take the road of studying and becoming a scholar.

The idea of ​​the villagers is very simple and simple: in the past, they only wanted to make money, but now that they have received such favor from His Majesty, they should let the children work hard to study and serve the court!

The old village head thought, it's time to discuss this matter with the big guys.

After staying at home for so long, I believe that Qiao Jing must also want to return to the podium as soon as possible to teach and educate people.

"Ah sneeze!"

Qiao Jing, who was writing at his desk, suddenly shivered, and accidentally knocked over the teacup in hand.

There was still unfinished tea in the teacup, so he stood up abruptly, and hurriedly took the cup away, but the corners of the last few manuscript papers were completely soaked, faint ink stains smeared on the paper, and the writing on them gradually faded away. It starts to blur.

Qiao Jing looked at the messy desk in annoyance, feeling like a graduate who had finished writing a thesis with great difficulty and didn't save the results.

Behind him, Jing Xinglan's questioning voice sounded slightly puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"The manuscript is wet." Qiao Jing turned sideways dejectedly, showing him the scene on the table.

"I'll bring you a piece of cloth." Jing Xinglan said quickly after only a glance, "Separate them first, so they don't stick together."

Qiao Jing did as he said, and he watched Jing Xinglan cover the manuscript paper with a dry cloth, as if trying to absorb the water inside.But to be honest, he didn't think it was useful.

"If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't need a brush," he murmured, staring at the scattered ink blobs, "I finally wrote it..."

After "Dwelling in the Cloud Tea Mountain" was published, Qiao Jing still maintained the habit of writing an essay every three or four days, because for an author, writing is like music and dancing, which requires constant practice to maintain the feel.And this kind of diary-like essays does not need to think about who to set up an outline of the plot, and write wherever he thinks, the only thing he needs to do is to briefly recall what happened every day.

But anyway, it was something he wrote stroke by stroke, and it was ruined by a cup of tea like this, and everyone would be depressed for a while.

"It's actually okay." Jing Xinglan felt that it was almost done, so he removed the dry cloth, carefully picked up the manuscript paper, and looked at the light outside the window, "You can see the handwriting clearly, how about it, if the sun shines tomorrow , I’ll help you hang the manuscript in the yard to dry, and copy it again.”

"You don't need to copy Yuchao, anyway, it's just a random thing to write." Qiao Jing said.

He didn't plan to publish the second volume of "Dwelling in the Cloud Tea Mountain", because they would definitely have to return to the original world in half a year at most.

Although the life here is comfortable and leisurely, you can't stay here forever.

"Actually, it's not impossible for a lifetime." Jing Xinglan said suddenly.

Only then did Qiao Jing realize that he had accidentally said what was in his heart, he pursed his lips, turned his eyes away and said, "Then I won't do it, my parents are still in modern times."

"I know." Jing Xinglan smiled, lowered her head and together with him separated the manuscripts one by one and spread them out on the table, "so I'm just talking about myself."

His tone was very flat, but Qiao Jing thought of Qian Xinglan telling him that his parents had been separated from him since he was a child and didn't care about his affairs. comfort.

Jing Xinglan was stunned for a moment, and then grabbed his hand backhanded with some amusement: "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm just talking casually, don't take it seriously."

"You're not good at making jokes," Qiao Jing said, "The occasional jokes are also very cold, not funny at all."

Jing Xinglan: "..."

"So I can still tell the difference between a joke and a serious one." Qiao Jing ignored his complicated expression and continued, "When I was at the same table as you, your parents would ask for leave every parent meeting. My parents told me that there will never be anyone in the next seat. When I came back that day, they told me to treat you better and care about my classmates more.”

Jing Xinglan wondered, "Why didn't I see that you cared about me?"

"I have," Qiao Jing said solemnly, "Do you still remember your book that was confiscated by the teacher? I brought it from home specially for you to read."

"...Is that so?" Jing Xinglan's mouth twitched slightly, "I'm sorry, I really didn't think about it that much at the time."

The main reason was that after the book was taken away by the teacher, Qiao Jing's face was so dark that Jing Xinglan, who already felt guilty, didn't dare to say a word.He felt that this taciturn deskmate must have looked at him very disliked, and this misconception—perhaps not too wrong a perception, continued until they graduated, until many years later on the street at night Meet again.

"So, the old man is indeed right," Jing Xinglan sighed sincerely, "Some fates are really destined by heaven, and there is no way to stop them."

Qiao Jing's back was pressed against the edge of the desk, causing his waist to hurt a bit, but the man in front of him was like a wall, with his arms propped up on both sides of his body, firmly imprisoning him in his arms, helpless. There is nowhere to escape.

"Manuscript..." He tried to struggle, but Jing Xinglan just hummed softly in a low, nasal voice with a deep smile, and kept moving his hands, "I'm just sorting it out."

Then you let me out!

The young man in his arms glared at him, but Jing Xinglan's attention was completely attracted by the light blue blood vessel on Qiao Jing's neck.Because of staying at home for a long time, Qiao Jing's skin is very white, so white that occasionally standing in the sun will make Jing Xinglan dazzle.But what he likes most is when the sun is not out on a rainy day, pressing the young man against the wall or the door frame, or next to the desk and kissing him carefully, with his fingers crossed and then tightly closed, feeling the cool drizzle from the window Come in, in stark contrast to the soft hot touch between the lips and the throbbing in the chest.

Jing Xinglan felt that this kind of weather was the same as that of Qiao Jing. The rain fell on the eaves, the moss on the stone steps, and the water vapor that gradually filled the eyes of the youth when he was emotional was like the curling mist born in the depths of the mountains. People spontaneously have a desire to explore deeply.

The man's Adam's apple was rolling, and his eyes flashed with fire that made Qiao Jing's lips dry and short of breath. He bit his lower lip, raised his head impatiently, and couldn't help grabbing the fabric on the shoulder of the person in front of him with his hands. Clenching and wrinkling, but insisting on refusing to make any sound, Jing Xinglan felt a little regretful - Qiao Jing was really too shy in this regard, even though they had been together for so long.

But it doesn't matter.

Accompanied by a low laugh, Qiao Jing's scalp instantly went numb, and the lip that was about to bite the blood was released immediately, and tremblingly let out a rapid panting that made Jing Xinglan's heart beat faster.The dense water vapor gradually turned into wet puddles on the road. Jing Xinglan really fell in love with his appearance, which was clearly about to lose consciousness but still trying to hold on. It was so cute...it was uncontrollable.

The draft moved the manuscript paper spread on the table, but only slightly raised a corner due to the weight of the water stains.The little black cat, consciously lying on the rattan chair in the courtyard and pretending to sleep, listened to the faint movement coming from the house, shook its ears helplessly, and turned around to coil itself up.

It seems that the time for today's meal will be postponed again.

the next day.

Jing Xinglan worked tirelessly to move the table that he usually used to eat outside the courtyard, neatly placed the manuscript paper that had dried in the shade yesterday, and pressed it with heavy objects to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, and moved the wicker chair out without complaint. , seems to plan to spend the whole day outside.

And when he saw that his pillow was also thrown on the wicker chair, he raised his head and smiled at Qiao Jing: "I can go out, so I don't need the pillow?"

"What do you think?" Qiao Jing asked back.

He leaned against the door frame, quietly distributing the weight on his waist to the wall, raised the corners of his mouth towards Jing Xinglan, with a rare expression that looked like a half-smile.

"I suddenly felt that it was still necessary." Jing Xinglan immediately changed his words.

008 looked at him sadly: What about your principles?What about your self-esteem?What about your domineering arrogance?

Jing Xinglan said that there is no such thing, and that as long as Qiao Jing is happy, it's fine, but it's just a day outside, and it's not that he won't be given food. Qiao Jing will definitely not have the heart to let him sleep on the street at night.

……perhaps?

He opened his mouth, just about to say something, suddenly, there was the rumble of a train passing by in the distance.

The two put down what they were doing at the same time, and looked in the direction of the sound. A steam locomotive painted pure black sprayed billows of white smoke and slowly stopped beside the platform.

It was only then that they remembered that today was also the day when the railway tracks were opened to traffic.

After learning the daily train passing time, the villagers of Yuncha Village have already prepared various melons, fruits, snacks and snacks, carried them on poles, and prepared to sell them to passengers on the train during the few minutes when the train stops.This is also a proposal in Qiao Jing's proposal.

But probably because the first train came too early, the villagers were a little disappointed that there were not many passengers on the train, and even fewer people got off at this station, but there were only four people, two of whom looked It looks like someone who went to the city to work, and he is not even willing to buy a bottle of water.

In the end, the old man had the demeanor of a scholar, and he was accompanied by a little boy. Since he got off the car, he showed a bewildered expression, as if confirming it, he read the words engraved on the stone tablet several times. handwriting.

"My lord, the train is about to leave!" The little boy said anxiously, "How could this be Daliang City? We must have made a mistake, so let's get on the train first!"

The old man walked up to a villager in a calm manner, and asked politely, "Excuse me, is this the Yuntu Station?"

The villagers looked confused: "Ah? What is the picture? This is Yuncha Village."

The little boy let out an "ah", looked at the train that had gone away, and slapped his thigh in frustration.

"Oh, I'm getting old, my brain is useless, my eyesight is not good, and I can even misread tea and tea." The old man put his hands behind his back and said with a smile, as if he was not worried at all that he would not be able to catch up with the car. , "Forget it, if you come, you can rest easy, Zhong En, there are still a few hours before the next train, why don't we go shopping here first."

The little boy named Zhong En said anxiously: "But Lord Xiao, His Majesty is still waiting for you in the palace!"

The person in front of him is Xiao Er, a well-known scholar in Daliang. He has a high prestige among the people, but he doesn't like to be an official, but likes to live a free life.Emperor Liang recruited him to enter the capital several times, but Xiao Er declined with various reasons. This time, he finally had to reluctantly agree to go to Beijing under the persuasion of his old friend, but Xiao Er was still very unimpressed by Emperor Liang's invitation. It is also true that I misread the name of the station, because there is a station in Daliang City that happens to be called Yuncha Station, which is only one word different from Yuncha.

Here is the ready-made reason for being late, Xiao You thought, at this age, Emperor Liang wouldn't want to argue with an old man with dizzy eyes, right?

"Don't worry, Your Majesty is magnanimous and won't blame you." He waved his hand indifferently and started walking towards the village.Zhong En had no choice but to trot after Xiao Er with his luggage on his back.

"My lord, wait for me!"