Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 13 Who will cause trouble in harmonious neighborhoods? Don’t wait for the peaches and plums to bloom

"Who are you showing off to with such a sunny sky?" The sharp mountains were full of green. Guan Yin couldn't remember whether he had ever been mesmerized by such nature when he was a child. He only remembered that when he got the study tour handbook, he was really shocked by the scenes in the travel photos that were like white scrolls and ink.

Until the head teacher next to me came over and asked, "Hey? Guan Yin, I remember you are from Anhui, right? Have you ever climbed Mount Huangshan?"

“Climbing Mount Huangshan?”

Guan Yin attended junior high and high school in the city, so he had no time to climb Mount Huangshan. His childhood memories are even more vague.

But during the university holidays, Guan Yin climbed almost all over Huangshan Mountain. By serving as a guide for classmates who came to Huizhou for tourism time and time again, Guan Yin felt that he could compete with the tour guides who led professional groups!

"Guan Yin? Hey... I guess you haven't been there much. You have to know that we are in Beijing. Who would go to climb the Great Wall for free? It's too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter. In the spring and autumn, when you finally have time, it's the peak tourist season and it's crowded. You go there just to watch people."

Since the head teacher said so, Guan Yin just smiled awkwardly and did not continue to bring the topic back to the fact that he wanted to say - being a teacher requires caution, teaching and educating is a lifelong endeavor, and Guan Yin is indeed a person who is afraid of making mistakes.

Afraid of making mistakes, so just try to say less, you can make fewer mistakes; do as little as possible, you can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.

So, when Sanheng ran back and stood in front of Guan Yin, a thought flashed through the latter's mind for a moment: If Sanheng came to ask him to go with him, how should he refuse?

"What if the Liu family really took Liu Jiaoan away? Did they bring me to this place that doesn't belong to me just to let me rescue a girl who has nothing to do with me?"

Guan Yin, Guan Yin, from childhood to adulthood, many people have made fun of this name, saying something like "Guanyin Guanyin", but Guan Yin does not consider himself to be a compassionate god, and he does not have such a compassionate heart to care about things that have nothing to do with him.

After all, teaching and educating people is different now. The teacher is dedicated, but the students may not be in the mood to listen to a word. Parents’ cooperation only stays at: Teacher, learning matters should be managed by the school...

Although the stories he had heard since childhood were still in his mind, Guan Yin felt that this "selflessness" was enough to consume himself as a teacher, and how could he apply it to an unrelated stranger - but the fact was, could Guan Yin really still treat Liu Jiaoan as a complete stranger?

Maybe without tall buildings and bright lights, I can't be a teacher. But the sweet bean and sesame flavor of Zidou candy can't be fake, and the fragrant tea can't be fake.

How come this place isn't considered my hometown?
"Oh my God, you know I'm a history student. A small change could mean that I no longer exist, or at most... the future would be rewritten because of this small thing. How can I participate in history?"

In an earlier class, Guan Yin had just discussed "historical nihilism" with his students based on a recent skit. If we can't remember the real history, every bit of spiritual civilization will be destroyed!
Recording the past and learning from it, isn't that the meaning of history? Rather than fantasizing about how we could change it if we lived in the past.

Guan Yin thought that he should be the first person who didn't want to change anything, no matter good or bad, and just wanted to follow the original life trajectory and walk to the end step by step.

A burnt smell suddenly appeared between his mouth and nose. Before Guan Yin could react, he subconsciously took two sniffs. The original aroma of rice and firewood was gone. A sweet and bitter taste made Guan Yin retch.

"What is this..." smell?
Turning his head to the side, Guan Yin stopped talking halfway through his words.

A thick smoke replaced the original curling smoke from the kitchen. Even if Guan Yin had no experience, he should know where the smell came from and knew that he should take action quickly!
Guan Yin scooped some water from the nearby water tank, wet his cuffs, covered his mouth and nose, and rushed into the kitchen - a fire had already started on the wood stove.

Logically, he should have found a pot lid to cover the fire, but Guan Yin looked at the thick wooden pot lid with cracks in front of him and knew that he had to take the risk of using water to put out the fire.

“Sizzle…Boom!”

"Crack, crackle, crackle..."

“Cough, cough, cough… cough, cough, cough!”

The smoke in the kitchen was getting thicker and thicker. Before Guan Yin successfully put out the fire, the smoke had already covered the entire kitchen, and the originally clean clothes were also stained with a lot of black ash.

Guan Yin wiped his face and was about to rush in, but was suddenly grabbed by the sleeve by the person next to him: "What are you doing here?"

He subconsciously wanted to shake off the person, but when Guan Yin turned around and saw the person's face clearly, he couldn't help but be shocked.

It turned out to be the person who didn't even look at me when he came to report the news. I don't know which neighbor he was from far away.

"You, you..." He stuttered as he tried to say something, but found himself being so rude. Guan Yin suddenly realized how vulnerable a person could be when he was helpless.

The man who came was a man who was not very stout, and his wife followed not far behind him. Neither of them looked very memorable. If they were in a crowd, Guan Yin thought he couldn't remember their faces, and couldn't even tell their height, weight, or body shape.

The red clouds on the hilltop lit up, and the open fire in the kitchen went out. The man stood in front of Guan Yin with a dusty face, not caring about the latter's "impoliteness" at all, but just sighed: "I really don't know what your wife likes about you."

Guan Yin sneered, not knowing what he could or should say at this moment.

"It's getting late. You should go and welcome Sanheng. This isn't the first time." The one who said nonsense was the visitor's wife. She turned her head and looked at Guan Yin. "My man can't talk. We are all neighbors. If you need anything, just come to us."

"If they weren't neighbors, who would take care of them? If my house got burned down as well, how would you afford it?"

It seems that these two neighbors know a lot. Guan Yin secretly thought in his heart - if he wants to avoid being exposed, perhaps this kind lady is a suitable entry point.

Rolling her eyes at her husband, the woman nodded to Guan Yin and said, "We'll leave first. You two and San Heng should take good care of yourselves and go pick up your wife as soon as possible."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, Guan Yin thought that it was getting dark and he should get up and take a look. The man who had come to report the news had already strode out of the hedge and was looking in the direction where Sanheng had left.

"There's no need for him to go and greet her. She's already returned!"

A voice of unpleasant words reached Guan Yin's ears.

(End of this chapter)