Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 5: According to the deadline, a few words invite the green mountains to rain and the wind to
"Living on the streets, building great achievements..." It is said that a story is like the creator himself. Guan Yin looked at the works left by the original body and thought to himself: Is this what the original body expected to become?
"Madam?" Liu Jiaoan came back very early for several days. She always brought back a lot of embroidery. Guan Yin saw it but didn't know what to say.

Being able to teach does not mean being able to create. Guan Yin knows that this is not a solution, sighing in front of the white paper every day.

The sound of footsteps stopped, but Sanheng's voice rang out: "Are you looking for my wife? She hasn't come back yet."

"Don't just barge in...ah! Husband!"

There was a sudden sound of footsteps at the door. When Guan Yin realized something was wrong, the person had already walked through the short path.

But when the visitor pushed open the door and walked in, he saw Guan Yin who had just stood up from the chair behind the desk, and he still had some respect in his words: "The hermit asked us to wait."

"We heard that Master Yin Yun was ill, so we came several times... Now looking at his complexion, he should be much better." With his figure separated by the desk, Guan Yin really had no advantage in this verbal confrontation.

Sanheng, who was outside the door, finally broke free from the shackles of the intruder. He grabbed the shaking wooden door with both hands, with his head held high. He leaned in and only stopped when he saw that Guan Yin was fine.

"Mutually……"

"Sanheng, you go out first." Guan Yin calmed down at this time, sat back in the chair, and spread the empty papers on the desk, "Close the door. No matter what happens, I'm here."

After Guan Yin said this, San Heng wanted to hesitate for a moment. The man took this opportunity to cast his eyes on the former, then turned back and looked at San Heng with a smile: "Since your husband has spoken, why don't you go out?"

After the words were spoken, the visitor no longer cared about San Heng, who had no influence on anything. He just glanced at the white paper on the table and began to discuss an explanation with Guan Yin.

"We respect the hermit, but how many people know that he was a student in that music school? If he can't deliver these things to us in time, others will hear..."

"I'm afraid I have to say something to the mountain people, those who come out of this music school don't know the rules?"

The original body had worked in a music school, but was able to write good articles. To be honest, Guan Yin admired such people very much - they could live as themselves in an era when women faced thousands of obstacles. If he could meet her, Guan Yin thought that this original body must have many extraordinary qualities.

"It's not that I've been delaying. It's just that I got too excited a few days ago, and the typhoid fever hurt my throat..." In the past few days, Guan Yin's throat had actually recovered a lot, but unfortunately this excuse was useful. It deceived Sanheng, his wife, and of course the person in front of him.

"Why don't you go find someone else to continue my article?"

Guan Yin felt guilty when he said this. At that time, when reading novels, if a website suggested that an author stop writing for a few months, it would be possible for the website to designate an author to continue writing. From the top authors to the ordinary readers, everyone opposed it - it was better to have nothing than to have something shoddy.

"We have already paid the deposit to the hermit." At this point, the visitor's face really changed. "It's for a whole year... We don't know what the hermit used it for."

Standing less than five steps away from Guan Yin, the visitor looked around without hesitation, then approached the plain couch and knocked on it: "But this room doesn't look like it cost dozens or hundreds of taels of silver."

"What on earth are you going to say?" A year's money! Guan Yin now just felt a headache.

God knows what the original body did with the money? After living a carefree life, now I have to pay off the debt of writing - even if I sell myself, I am afraid I can't pay off this deficit now.

"We still hope that Mr. Yin Yunshan can show some sincerity. After all, this is a matter that should be done between you and me. Please don't make it too difficult for me."

Guan Yin also wants to write it now, so that Liu Jiaoan doesn’t have to worry, and he can calm down and think about how to return to his own world.

The most important thing is not to starve to death in this strange place. This play is obviously to be performed in the Jiaofang, the stage, or even invited by those wealthy families to perform in the hall. Guan Yin remembered clearly that there was a period of time when there was a history of fighting on the stage of the temple... Therefore, this play can indeed bring a lot of benefits to the other party.

"I don't think I want the matter to get out of hand. If the Liu family knew that the lady had married a fake man, we wouldn't be able to help them when they come to settle accounts with me!" Seeing that Guan Yin still had no intention of expressing his opinion, the other party also uttered threatening words.

Original self, original self, why did you turn this play into a serial drama like a storybook?

Guan Yin really doubted what sin he had committed. He had studied hard for so many years and finally saw hope, but now he had to come to such an unfamiliar place to clean up other people's mess!

"Who are you calling a fake man?"

"I know it in my heart, don't I?" The visitor smiled even more. "Madam, if I don't know, don't I know it?"

Madam, don't you know? After spending a few days together, Guan Yin didn't think so - Liu Jiaoan was very smart, so smart that she had to hide the truth even when she lost her memory.

What's more, the "old acquaintance" revealed in those few words only made his already confused thoughts even more confused.

"I will do my best." Guan Yin knew that his words at this moment would be in vain.

She had read the original body's writings. Not to mention the elegant and graceful handwriting and the beautiful articles, if a man wanted to get a high-ranking official position, it would probably be easy...

If you read a book a hundred times, its meaning will become clear. But it is not as easy as you think to use it in your own writing. Guan Yin still knows his own strengths and weaknesses.

"I just hope you can give me a few more days."

One reason for these few days is to escape. The original body and Liu Jiaoan have little to do with me. If I can find a way to leave in these few days, it won't be in vain.

Secondly, Guan Yin wanted to try his best to come up with a feasible solution, so as to at least get away with it this time.

"Then give me three days." The visitor was not willing to force the talented woman in front of him into a corner. After all, her original body was indeed a cash cow.

Seeing Guan Yin nodded in agreement, the man told the men outside to let Sanheng in. Finally, he walked to the door and added: "If the hermit is not smart, go and see him. If the doctor who saves lives in the clinic can't cure him, maybe he has offended someone."

Guan Yin had tried to speak as little as possible, but after hearing this he still wondered if he had revealed something.

"Husband? Husband? What should we do now?"

Yes, what should we do? San Heng asked, and Guan Yin still had no idea.

Hearing that a skilled Chinese medicine practitioner could feel a ghost's pulse, Guan Yin wanted to return but was also afraid of exposing his identity, so he pretended to be reluctant to see a doctor. Naturally, he still felt dizzy.

"Sanheng, I'm going to take a nap first. Remember to call me when my wife comes back."

(End of this chapter)