Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 3: Jiao An is unaware of her misfortune and Guan Yin is surprised

"Is my husband feeling better?" With fingers as slender as green onions and nails as bright as the moon, the original wife sat down and began to count her morning earnings. "You know, my embroidery skills are average, and I usually rely on your writings to make a living... I will sell enough in the next two days for tomorrow's food."

As soon as he arrived, he was unable to make ends meet, but Guan Yin didn't know what he could do. Sitting up straight, Guan Yin's hands on the desk trembled unconsciously: "Madam, I have a cold..."

"I know, I am a burden to you after all."

Guan Yin knew there must be some story behind this. His hands didn't look like those of a spoiled child, but this lady's gestures still revealed a hint of pride - she must be a girl from a wealthy family.

"Madam, what are you two talking about?" San Heng just came in with a glass of water, and his eyes fell on the two people one by one, "Madam, husband, this is all the fault of..."

Guan Yinzhi saw that his wife kept shaking her head, and signaled Sanheng not to continue. His lowered eyebrows were half filled with tears, but his master stubbornly suppressed them.

"At this point, what's the point of complaining?"

It was clearly resentment. Guan Yin felt a tingling pain in his heart.

What's the point of complaining for a girl born at this time? What's the point of not complaining? It's just that the original "Guan Xianggong" was a girl who studied and practiced calligraphy, how could he end up in this situation?

There are too many mysteries about the two of them, and Guan Yin is not that noble. She couldn't get into the role of "Mr. Guan" for a while, and she didn't know what she could do.

What Guan Yin was really worried about was how he would leave, how he would not be regarded as "possessed by a demon" and die miserably in this unfamiliar environment.

“Cough, cough, cough!” He suddenly couldn’t help coughing a few times, covering his mouth and coughing uncontrollably. Guan Yin even began to worry in his heart whether he would be able to survive this cold. “Cough, cough, cough… cough!”

"Those things in the early years hurt your body, and now you care about me and don't care about your own health."

Why can't I know the past like those time travelers in books, or even get a cheat to understand the subsequent plot? Guan Yin could feel the anxiety hidden in the person in front of him, but he didn't even know what he could do.

"Yes, my husband, my lady always feels sorry for you...you should pay more attention to yourself."

Guan Yin didn't know what to say. To express his opinion, to swear an oath? Everything around him fell silent, and the silence was a little awkward.

The original wife's distressed gaze finally moved away from Guan Yin and fell on San Heng who was standing next to her: "San Heng, go down and have a rest first. I have something to say to your husband."

Upon hearing this, Sanheng walked out of the house, but did not forget to turn back and close the door ajar.

But Sanheng went out, and the original wife did not rush to speak. She just took two steps away from Guan Yin and stood next to the desk. She leaned against a corner of the desk, her eyes slowly focused on the white paper with a few ink spots on it. She raised her eyebrows slightly and reached out to turn over a piece of paper underneath...

"Madam!" The original Madam didn't know what was underneath, but Guan Yin understood what he had silently said when he started to write under Sanheng's expectant gaze - he hated himself for practicing calligraphy when he was a child, and thought he had returned it to his teacher long ago, but he didn't expect that the moment he held the pen, he found the feeling again.

Therefore, the original lady should be able to understand the words above.

Sure enough, the original lady's fingers trembled when Guan Yin called her. The fingers that were about to touch the edge of the paper slowly curled back and turned around, "Why are you acting weird today? If you still feel uncomfortable, don't delay."

"Ask Sanheng to go with us to the clinic and take you to see a doctor. It will be bad if we delay." Is it so easy to see a doctor? Guan Yin only knew that the older generation either avoided seeing a doctor or worried that the money would be wasted if they saw a doctor...

"There's nothing wrong with me, but I..."

"The doctor told me that you might forget things for a short time."

It turned out that the original body's wife already knew about it. Guan Yin finally breathed a sigh of relief: At least in this "short" time, he didn't have to worry about how to pretend to be a complete stranger to himself.

"But, do you still remember who pushed you into the water?"

The words of the original wife were undoubtedly like thunder that exploded on the ground - since there was also a falling into the water? Why didn't Sanheng say anything?
Was San Heng involved and deliberately concealing the truth? Or was this so-called original wife testing him? Guan Yin suddenly understood what it meant to not survive more than three days in a novel.

"Do you think it has something to do with those people back then?"

I knew it wouldn't be such a simple and peaceful story of farming and doing business. Guan Yin regretted reading novels without thinking! Rest is rest, learn some tactics from those authors, at least I can hold on for a few more days!
The original lady's face was less than half an arm's length away from Guan Yin. Guan Yin couldn't stand the sudden approach of the original lady and leaned back: "I don't remember."

After hearing Guan Yin's words, the original wife was suddenly stunned. She sat up straight and stretched out her hand, wanting to pat the former's shoulder, but retracted it halfway.

"Then how much do you remember? Do you remember me and Sanheng? Do you remember how we met and how we got here?"

Guan Yin didn't say anything. The original lady understood the evasion in her eyes. Her already bright eyes were filled with moisture. "Don't you remember anything? It doesn't matter if you don't remember anything. Maybe if you let it go, you can start over... But will they give up?"

Not wanting the person in front of her to see her red eyes, the original lady turned her head away, hoping that the wind coming in through the window would wipe away the tears on her cheeks. However, she didn't expect that the tears kept accumulating and formed a swirl on the tip of her chin, forcing her to reach out and wipe them away.

The sight that was withdrawn happened to fall on the white paper. The light that came in through the window shone on it, and the hand that the original lady had placed on her chin slid down to her chest in an instant.

"I am Jiao'an, you must remember this in the future."

"I am the little girl of the Liu family, Jiao'an."

Liu Jiaoan's shoulders trembled even more violently. Guan Yin didn't know what this sentence meant to her, but he still reached out his hand to comfort her.

But Liu Jiaoan stood up before Guan Yin's hand touched her: "You take your time to rest. If you remember it again one day, I will accompany you no matter what you want to do."

"As for this story, if I can't continue writing it, then I won't worry... My cruel father won't really starve me to death. At most, at most..."

What's the big deal? Guan Yin really wants to know. Because the story behind Liu Jiaoan's "big deal" may be the key to breaking the deadlock.

"At worst, I'll marry whoever he wants me to marry."

After opening the door, the wind finally blew away the blush and tears on Liu Jiaoan's face as she wished. But Guan Yin knew that there must be more unspeakable secrets behind the former's "marriage".

(End of this chapter)