Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 7 Raindrops and Winds, Beautiful Spring Scenery, Whose Peony Pavilion Is It?

"So you are the Master they are talking about?"

"That should be it." Cheng Heng smiled shyly to hide his embarrassment. He turned around and picked up the book next to him and handed it to the former. "Since it's such a coincidence, let me introduce myself. My name is Cheng Heng, and I study opera directing."

At this point, Cheng Heng also felt that he was a bit down and out. As a director, he couldn't lead his classmates to argue and get the money they deserved back. He became a teacher and was accused of being a heretic.

"Who else can you tell?" Guan Yin took the scroll handed over by the man in front of him and sighed. He felt that this man was really a bit childish: "Besides you, who else would tell students about "Romance of the Western Chamber"?"

"Hello, Guan Yin, intern junior high school history teacher." After taking a quick look at the words on the scroll, Guan Yin stretched out his right hand and shook hands with Cheng Heng.

"If you tell them about The West Chamber, aren't you afraid that someone will report you to the government?" Guan Yin didn't think that these directors and screenwriters who studied opera history didn't know how risky their actions were. "Aren't you afraid that you will die here and never be able to return?"

When Cheng Heng, who was smiling from ear to ear, heard Kishimoto's words, he took three steps to the side, leaned on the small desk, and tried his best to hide his dejection with disdain.

Then, all that remains is avoidance.

"What if I can't go back even if I'm alive?" Before Guan Yin's patience forced her to speak, Cheng Heng was like a student who had seen through his teacher's thoughts. When she opened her mouth, she still tried her best to hide her guilty conscience, "Even if I die, it wouldn't be bad to do something earth-shattering."

Guan Yin wanted to remind this "silly child" that there is a saying that goes "A mission is not accomplished before death". But it seems that it is a bit immoral to poke a vulnerable person at this time.

"What about you? What are you doing?" Cheng Heng changed the subject. "I have no elders or children, and apart from teaching students, I don't have anything to worry about being exposed."

He didn't poke the other person's heart, but he was poke instead. Guan Yin felt that if he could send an emoticon now, it would definitely be the one with a bloodstain at the corner of his mouth...

"To be honest, the job I'm doing now can be considered as a screenwriter in ancient times, but I really can't write it." Perhaps I met Cheng Heng just to solve this problem for him. Guan Yin knew that delay would lead to changes, so he decided to tell Cheng Heng about his situation straight away.

"Unlike you, I am now a... married man."

While the former was talking, Cheng Heng served himself half a cup of tea, poured another half cup and was about to hand it to Guan Yin.

"Puff!" A mouthful of tea spurted out, and Cheng Heng quickly stretched out his arm and moved the cup away.

"What did you say?"

After a brief shock, Cheng Heng's gossiping mind finally took over. He poured the water in his hand onto the ground and poured another cup: "A woman wearing a man's clothes?"

After receiving a roll of the eyes from the person in front of him, Cheng Heng put away his thoughts of eating melons and spoke more seriously: "Try this tea, it was given to me by a student's parents. They said that their family sells tea."

"Oh."

Seeing that Guan Yin didn't look very happy, Cheng Heng immediately explained: "The local customs value education, and it's not that I want to collect it."

The concept of a teacher who teaches and answers questions in ancient times was not the same as that of a teacher today. Guan Yin did not dwell on this matter to argue with Cheng Heng.

Taking the cup handed over by Cheng Heng, a faint orchid fragrance penetrated into the skin through the pores. Guan Yin raised his eyebrows and drank the tea.

"So she doesn't know your true identity?" Cheng Heng finally said something to the point.

"Maybe."

"The original body was also a woman?" "Yes, and it seems there is a story between them."

It's good for a screenwriter to reason about the plot for himself. In fact, what Guan Yin wanted to know more was how to continue writing the drama, so as not to starve to death because he couldn't pay the money.

"not……"

"No." Guan Yin felt that he would be speechless by the imagination of these people who do writing work. After categorically denying Cheng Heng, Guan Yin continued to tell what he knew, "The original family seemed to be framed, and after being exiled to the music school, he relied on these writing jobs to make a living."

A writer travels back in time to become a teacher, and a teacher travels back in time to become a writer. Both jobs involve using knowledge to change society, but neither is as easy as others think.

"Then can you write it?"

"I can't write it." Guan Yin knew that Cheng Heng had no intention of mocking him, so he sat down on the table, "But for some reason, the original body had already taken the money, and now I can't find it... It seems that her typhoid fever was caused by falling into the water."

Turning his head to look at Cheng Heng who was deep in thought, Guan Yin's tone suddenly became serious: "I think this matter may also be related to the money."

“That should be included.”

At this time, he was still in the mood to joke. Guan Yin didn't know whether to say that the man in front of him was too kind or too heartless: "Aren't you afraid of something going wrong when you teach like this?"

"They respect their teachers and won't do anything to me easily."

"You can't talk about the Four Books and Five Classics, right?" Cheng Heng in front of him was just being stubborn. Guan Yin had already seen that the former was not fearless. "How can you bring in your private goods so obviously?"

The Four Books and Five Classics can also talk about how "loyalty to the emperor" is loyalty to the people on this land, or how reading sage books is not for the sake of becoming sages, but why sages become sages...

"In short, don't try to change the course of history by your own strength." As a history major, Guan Yin knew how difficult this was. He also knew that under the premise of mismatched productivity, it might bring disaster to the common people.

“The social and historical process has its own inevitability.”

"Then do you know that our job as artists is to discover social problems and envision possibilities for social progress?" A smell of gunpowder spread out at some point.

Perhaps it was because Guan Yin had witnessed the ups and downs of thousands of years and had become obsessed with those "unchangeable" things, and Cheng Heng had some of the excitement of a literary youth, and the two of them began to have more and more disagreements.

"Do you know what those kids said that made me have to talk about something that could obviously kill me?"

"Even if this world may have nothing to do with me...never mind, everyone has their own aspirations."

Guan Yin wanted to explain that he did not deny Cheng Heng's actions. But Cheng Heng seemed to no longer want to discuss this topic: "I may not be a teacher, but I think teachers are not just about protecting a group of children from harm."

"But have you ever thought that these ideas can't change society, but will kill them instead?"

Cheng Heng, who was originally aggressive, also fell silent.

Thunder rumbled outside the door, drowning out Cheng Heng's mumbling. Guan Yin tried several times but still couldn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

(End of this chapter)