Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 8: When I Wake Up, I Don't Know It's Romance, Sweet Words, Teaching

"Tick...tick..."

"Tick!"

"This..." Guan Yin was still a little confused when he opened his eyes and saw San Heng standing in front of him.

Everything that just happened was a dream. Guan Yin really wanted to find Cheng Heng, at least to see him, so that he wouldn't be alone in this strange land - it was like meeting a "fellow villager" in a foreign country. No matter how different their opinions were, Guan Yin still regarded Cheng Heng as the only person he could truly trust in times of life and death.

"Is Madam not back yet?" Liu Jiaoan's familiar figure was not in the room. Guan Yin remembered the rumbling thunder just now and had not recovered from his dream for a while. "It's raining so hard. Sanheng, go and welcome Madam."

"Husband, where does the rain come from?"

"No rain?" Guan Yin muttered casually, "That means..."

This means that I am still alone, and meeting Cheng Heng might be a dream. Or maybe he has also traveled through time, but to a different world from me, and is also alone.

"Wasn't it raining outside just now?"

Sanheng shook his head, and it was obviously still the answer that Guan Yin didn't want to hear.

"Is it possible that my husband encountered rain in his sleep?" Sanheng realized that this was a nightmare and that his husband might not have recovered from his sleep yet. He just smiled and put down the kettle in his hand and explained patiently, "My wife has just come back and asked me to pour some water for my husband. She said she bought something that my husband likes."

While they were talking, Liu Jiaoan came in and took out a paper bag and put it on the table: "I remember you loved eating it when you were a child... I saw someone selling it today, so I bought a small bag for you."

Embedded bean candy is a specialty of Qimen. When he was a child, Guan Yin also loved to eat it. Now that he was put aside and mentioned "when he was a child", Guan Yin was really a little dazed for a moment.

"What?" The man in front of him was moved for a moment, which disturbed Liu Jiaoan. "Did he make you remember something..."

"No." Although he said no, his slightly red eyes finally betrayed Guan Yin.

When I was a child, my grandparents all remembered my little preference. Often, what really touches a person is not a luxury car or a villa, but just such a little preference.

But later I left home to pursue my studies and didn’t contact my parents that often, but there was always a bag of Zi Dou Candy in the express deliveries sent from my hometown.

Finally, one year, Zidoutang was gone. Guan Yin called and, as expected, heard the bad news that had been concealed for half a year...

"Try it quickly, I don't know if it still tastes like when I was a kid."

Reaching out his hand, Guan Yin carefully opened the paper package and looked at the words on the candy.

The common "Fu" character tastes sweet when you eat it, with the aroma of beans and sesame. But what's sweeter is actually the person who remembered to buy you such a little thing, that irreplaceable heart.

"Thank you."

Guan Yin's thank you made Liu Jiaoan stunned for a moment. When he turned around to tell Sanheng something, he felt something poking his hand.

"You eat too."

"I...can't eat it."

"Why?" Guan Yin didn't come back to his senses. He cast a puzzled look at San Heng, then turned back to Liu Jiaoan's face, "I'm sorry, I may not remember..."

"It's okay, it's just that I almost died from eating it when I was a kid... maybe, maybe."

Looking at the words on the candy, Guan Yin thought: Maybe I understood Liu Jiaoan’s “maybe”.

Perhaps it was because of these simple words that Guan Yin, who originally only wanted to leave, wanted to persuade the person in front of him for a moment - but he could not leave any meaningful emotions. If his appearance reversed the course of history, who knows how much the world would be turned upside down. When a butterfly flaps its wings, no one knows whether it will bring good or bad.

"Sanheng just said that you woke up from your dream." Before Guan Yin could say a word of comfort, Liu Jiaoan's eyes met Guan Yin's, "Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere? Do you want to go to the clinic and ask the doctor to prescribe a prescription to calm your nerves?"

Madam and Sanheng had noticed Guan Yinhun's absent-minded appearance in the past few days.

Today, Guan Yin woke up from a dream, and San Heng thought it was because of his worries, and he couldn't sleep peacefully. He exaggerated the story to his wife, hoping that Liu Jiaoan would urge her husband to take good care of himself.

"No need."

"Ms. sir?"

"Husband? Madam is calling you."

When he came to his senses, Guan Yin realized that he had lost his mind again.

Guan Yin was thinking just now: the so-called soul traveling should be what they call "being absent-minded", right?

So Guan Yin also wanted to know if he could go to the clinic to see if the doctor could tell that he did not belong here and send him back to the modern era...but he was also afraid that the so-called soul-soothing soup would really keep him here and he would never be able to return to his own world.

The green mountains are shining outside the window, who will I look up to year after year? Guan Yin suddenly had an immoral idea - he didn't know much about zaju, but he knew the famous "The Injustice of Dou E" and could even remember a few of them at this moment.

The injustice in the original story seemed to leave a lot of loopholes that could be written down at will. Since the story has been written into dozens of paragraphs, there is no need to worry about adding a paragraph of seemingly insignificant content.

Guan Yin planned to revise "The Injustice of Dou E" to overcome the current difficulties first.

"Don't worry about morality at this time. Saving your life is the most important thing!" Guan Yin muttered a few words silently, trying to convince his conscience.

When he was in school, his tutors reminded him not to plagiarize in his essays. When he was a teacher, Guan Yin also knew that his Chinese teachers were not afraid of their students not being able to write well, but they were afraid that they would copy a sentence from here and there.

“You don’t have to be a good writer, but you have to be a good person.”

"They put a sentence here and a sentence there, and they thought the teacher couldn't see it... but it's like putting gold rims on a shit pot!"

Looking at his own handwriting which was square but not elegant at all, Guan Yin's already flushed face felt a little hot.

"Husband, are you having a fever?"

Sanheng's voice reached his ears, and Guan Yin raised his head blankly, looking at the two people in the room. Then he heard Liu Jiaoan say, "You wrote the manuscript and I will copy it for you, you should go to bed early."

"But……"

"Husband, why are there so many buts?" San Heng was unaware of Guan Yin's concerns and spoke on his own, "Madam said that since we are husband and wife, we should share the hardships no matter what."

Guan Yin didn't know if Guan Hanqing was there at the time, nor did he know if he would snatch the text that originally belonged to the latter. He used to enjoy reading the texts of "plagiarists", but now that it happened to him, he realized how unbearable the self-blame caused by his sense of morality was.

"My husband is really good at writing. Look at my wife...hahahaha."

"Sanheng, stop talking nonsense."

"Yes, yes, I'll do whatever Madam says. Sanheng... slap your mouth!"

Watching the laughter and noise that he couldn't join in, Guan Yin didn't know what he was thinking at the moment. He just looked up at the horizon, the clouds and green pines, the setting sun, the beautiful scenery disturbed his heart.

(End of this chapter)