Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

12 The good clouds remain unchanged, the sadness is the old days
Guan Yin was staring at the inkstone in a daze again.

After Guan Yin realized that he was of no help except causing trouble that day, he never took the initiative to mention going to the tea garden with Liu Jiaoan, and the latter certainly would not ask.

After calming down, Guan Yin began to look through the writings left by the original body, trying to find some letters or something like that to understand the original body's life experience - so that he wouldn't have to worry about his identity being discovered every day.

"Sanheng, isn't your wife back yet?" Rubbing his sore neck, Guan Yin raised his eyes and just in time saw Sanheng walking in.

"Is my husband awake?"

Hearing Sanheng ask such a question, Guan Yin felt that it was natural. After all, he had slept until noon for several days in a row, and even took a short nap after noon.

Since he woke up, Sanheng hadn't entered the house yet, so it was normal for him not to know that he was awake. Guan Yin nodded: "Well, I got up early today."

When the social relationship in the history books really happened to him, Guan Yin certainly couldn't accept it so openly. Fortunately, San Heng didn't seem to be forced to be servile, so Guan Yin didn't have to pretend to be so uncomfortable.

But... after feeling the true emotions of the people around him, it seemed difficult for Guan Yin to stand by and watch coldly as he did at the beginning.

"Madam went out earlier. Don't worry, sir. Madam has always been able to take care of herself."

"Well, you should also make sure to get some rest." Sanheng is not very old. In fact, if you really calculate, he is probably only about the age of a junior high school or high school student. When Guan Yin looked at the former, there was inevitably a hint of pity in his eyes as an elder looks at a younger person.

San Heng noticed that his husband Guan was in an unusual mood, but he couldn't tell what was different. While agreeing, he also considered whether to ask his husband if there was anything he needed him to do.

Guan Yin came to his senses and realized that his current identity was no longer Sanheng's intern history teacher. He looked at the pile of papers in front of him with hesitation and guilt: "I'm fine, don't worry."

“Squeak…squeak!”

“Da da…dong!”

The sound of Sanheng chopping wood was heard outside the door again, and Guan Yin finally came back to his senses - he was in a trance and returned to the classroom at that moment, hoping that Sanheng didn't notice that something was wrong with him.

There are many naughty students in the school. There are also a few who take advantage of the parents' meeting to hire tutors and don't pay attention in class. There are also some who are smart but don't study hard.

When she first arrived at the class, Guan Yin was so angry that she cried. A group of students wrote apology letters, stuffed candies into her mouth, and tried to appease Guan Yin... She didn't have to do anything naughty in a few days.

So Guan Yin, who had just started his internship, went straight to the hospital. The doctor prescribed him several boxes of chest-opening and gas-soothing medicine and Xiaoyao Pills. In the end, Guan Yin failed to listen to the saying on the Internet: "Respect the fate of others."

"Teaching is easy, but educating is difficult... It is said that it takes ten years to grow a tree, but a hundred years to cultivate a person. Only teachers and society can pull a person out of his family environment."

“So no matter how hard or difficult it is, you have to give it a try.”

With the advice of his mentor and the expectations of his family, Guan Yin finally persevered. But who could have thought that when the dawn had already fallen on him, Guan Yin himself inexplicably appeared in this small courtyard at the foot of Huangshan Mountain?
The center of his eyebrows was twitching again, and the end of his eyebrow above his right eye was also beating non-stop.

Guan Yin tore off a small corner from the rice paper in front of him, dipped a little tea on his fingertips, and put it on the corner of his eye. After a long time, he finally seemed to feel better: "I've obviously slept a lot these days."

"Hey, if your left eye twitches, you will have bad luck, but if your right eye twitches, you will have good luck."

As if deliberately going against Guan Yin, his left eyelid also jumped. This time, Guan Yin simply didn't even put the paper on and wiped it off his right eyelid: "Put an end to feudal superstition and go to bed now!"

I folded my arms and lay on the table as if I was sleeping in class. This was the easiest position for me to fall asleep in...but I still didn't feel sleepy at all.

After using his left arm as a pillow, he moved on to his right arm, and then he rested his chin on his hand and stared out the window in a daze, but Guan Yin did not succeed in falling asleep no matter what.

The clear sky outside the window was so attractive. Guan Yin had indeed not been sleep deprived, but he could not fall asleep if he forced himself to. So he simply walked out of the door to fetch the cats and dogs - disturbing San Heng who was busy.

"I'm here to help..."

Before Guan Yin finished speaking, San Heng had already slightly sideways blocked the axe in his hand: "Husband, be careful, this axe is very sharp, San Heng just sharpened it."

Guan Yin felt a little depressed, fearing that San Heng also knew about his mischief.

The mountains were covered with fog, the smoke from cooking was like clouds, and the aroma of firewood and rice from somewhere was drifting over. San Heng ignored Guan Yin who was standing alone, but he did not stop chopping wood.

Walking around Guan Yin who was still standing there stupidly, San Heng carried a large bundle of firewood to the kitchen, lit a fire, and smoke rose up.

There was smoke from cooking fires everywhere, and you could see where it came from or where it was going. Looking over there, you could tell the number of permanent residents by just looking at the smoke from the cooking fires.

"Sanheng...you said..."

While Guan Yin was thinking, he spoke with a drawn-out tone. Before he could call Sanheng who was busy, a stranger came hurriedly running over the fence and shouted at Guan Yin while panting.

"Oh no, your family, your wife encountered trouble, in the market, in the market."

"Hey, where's Sanheng? You..."

"Let me in, I want to find San Heng." The newcomer seemed to know more about San Heng, and was a little unfamiliar with his original body. Before Guan Yin could react, he was pushed away by the newcomer, "San Heng? San Heng!"

"Sanheng! Your wife was surrounded by a group of people at the market... I think those people seem to know your wife, and they don't look like they want to hurt her. They just want to take her away. Go and take a look!"

San Heng rushed out upon hearing the call, and in the blink of an eye he had already dragged the visitor down the avenue: "Don't worry, tell me what's going on."

"I'll follow you!" Guan Yin's clothes were scratched by the fence, but he still tried his best to catch up with the two people running. Those who can come to find Liu Jiaoan must be Liu's family.

Whether he wanted to find out the identity of his original body or rescue Liu Jiaoan, he obviously had to deal with the Liu family - or perhaps, without his original body, it would be better for Liu Jiaoan to return to the Liu family earlier with such a burden as himself, so that a single girl could have someone to rely on.

"I'm afraid it's Madam's family. If you go there, it will make things even more chaotic."

As if he was afraid that Guan Yin would really follow and make things worse, and also afraid that Guan Yin would do something stupid without knowing it, San Heng stopped and walked back to the door: "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely bring my wife back."

The smoke from cooking is gone, and the pines and cypresses are evergreen. Guan Yin stood in the yard with a sad face, but he could not help. The mountains are piled up one after another, and each one is more difficult to cross.

(End of this chapter)