Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 9: The fragrance of tea is like a fairy

(Sheng Yun) I don't know how old a beautiful woman is, how dare I laugh at a manly woman. I am from Huizhou, I have been studying away from home since I was young, I failed the military exam, but passed the civil exam. The other candidates who passed the exam went to work separately... Ah! (Sighing) Don't see me off, (Saying with hands bowed) Don't see me off!
"So, doesn't this seem to be the story of a generation?" Unable to make up a story, Guan Yin could only shamelessly copy the works of the ancient sages.

In the first few pages, it was an orphan girl who was determined to serve her country, and in these few pages, it was a young man who returned to his hometown to serve as an official. Guan Yin was a little confused - the original body obviously had no intention of arranging a husband for the orphan girl.

"Madam?" Guan Yin suddenly wanted to test Liu Jiaoan. From the clues, she always felt that Liu Jiaoan knew that her original body was a woman!
Even... Guan Yin didn't dare to think too much, he only knew that there seemed to be a distance between the two of them.

Liu Jiaoan is very smart.

"What's the matter?" San Heng, who was standing in the yard, handed Liu Jiaoan over. As soon as the latter entered the door, he set his eyes on Guan Yin, "But are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"Madam, writing these words is not a long-term solution. If I..."

Liu Jiaoan listened to the former's hesitation to speak, turned around and signaled Sanheng to close the door. Without makeup, she looked very beautiful, and her red lips parted slightly, like pearls falling on a jade plate: "You should always remember your identity."

"Who would be willing to send their children to listen to your lectures?"

Just when Guan Yin was about to confirm that Liu Jiaoan knew that the original body was a woman, the latter changed the subject and continued: "Even if the teaching house says that you only sell your art but not your body, and you really make money with your skills... Have you ever thought about what others think?"

In an instant, Guan Yin thought of a person and a sentence - Cheng Heng.

When Cheng Heng exploded on the bridge, almost all the tourists around heard the amplified conversation.

"You are nothing but actors."

"Do you really think you are an artist?"

Looking back at that time, did Cheng Heng really not care? Just like some people are intoxicated by the sweet rapeseed fields, while others find the yellow flowers depressing...

A sweet fragrance came slowly towards him. Guan Yin didn't know if he had imagined it or not, but when he looked up, Liu Jiaoan was holding a cup of tea in her hand.

"Today is the Waking of Insects, so I went to pick some. How about you try some first?"

"If it's good, maybe I can buy it at a higher price this year..."

Under Liu Jiaoan's eager gaze, Guan Yin took the cup, took a sip, and the delicious taste lingered on his lips and teeth.

"how?"

Guan Yin nodded and put the cup on the side of the table near Liu Jiaoan: "You drink too."

For some unknown reason, the spoiled young lady chose to live with a man who came out of the music school to write lyrics, music and scripts. Guan Yin had not yet realized that her heart had begun to be moved by every tree and blade of grass here.

"But this is not a long-term solution after all."

Liu Jiaoan did not respond to Guan Yin's words, but picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and nodded: "Well, the rain at the end of the year is not too much or too little, and it has been raining recently, too. The tea fragrance is just right."

In fact, Guan Yin couldn't tell the good from the bad of the drink. If she were to say, at most it made her breath go smoothly at first, and the breath that was originally pent up in her chest due to the troubles seemed to be swallowed into her stomach.

"It's all up to the lady to make the decision."

Liu Jiaoan is really smart.

It was raining outside the window now. Guan Yin tried hard to make his handwriting look less clumsy, but after writing a page following the tone of the previous article, he felt that the words were crooked and sometimes big and sometimes small.

The first part is just regular script, but the latter part is not too much of a cursive script - modern people have very little time, and speed seems to be the most important thing. So we rarely have the opportunity to patiently do something.

Just like what a group of students asked Guan Yin when they saw the high-speed train, bicycles, tall buildings, black tiles and white walls meet at that moment: the collision is not separated, but it is difficult for them to blend together in people's hearts.

"Well, you need to rest well."

Liu Jiaoan said as she walked out. When she was about to reach the door, Guan Yin saw her steps pause and finally couldn't help but speak: "Madam, I seem to have forgotten a lot of things. Would you like to tell me about it?"

"it is good."

With Liu Jiaoan's promise, Guan Yin did not feel relieved as he expected. His eyes fell back on the paper in front of him, and Guan Yin was still in a dilemma.

"Hey, stop writing about ghosts and gods. Time travel is already too abnormal..." Guan Yin was still afraid that his identity would be discovered, even though this might solve most of the troubles.

Secretly, Guan Yin knew that the story of "The Injustice of Dou E" about strange phenomena falling from the sky and snow in June was too illusory.

In this era, the injustice and disappointment behind forcing two girls to live in such an unclear way at the foot of the mountain is probably no less than that of Dou E.

Guan Yin still hopes that the perpetrators will be brought to justice, and that goodness will triumph over evil...

After rubbing his sore wrist, Guan Yin's eyes returned to the cup. Huizhou is very close to Jiangxi, so it's not surprising to see some Jingdezhen porcelain here, not to mention that Liu Jiaoan is the daughter of a wealthy family?
It's just that he still had time to pack up these valuables, or perhaps his family members secretly helped him. It can be seen that Liu Jiaoan and the Liu family did not break up completely - the Liu family, for him, was not a sword hanging over his head?

The clear tea soup was particularly tempting. Guan Yin took another sip. The steaming tea aroma filled his nostrils, and his eyelashes were covered with mist. He could vaguely see the distant mountains over the roof tiles.

The mountain also has its own evaporation. One end of the peak has long been deep in the clouds and cannot be seen.

"gorgeous."

Guan Yin grew up in the city when he was a child and left his hometown early. He could only get a glimpse of this picturesque scenery from the lectures he was going to teach and the courseware of his political and geography teachers next door.

So much so that when Guan Yin brought his students from the capital to Huizhou for study tour this time, he himself was also "amazed".

"Would you like some more water?" Liu Jiaoan came back at some point. "It won't be so tasty if it gets cold."

It was as if the "OK" just now was not Liu Jiaoan's answer. After returning from outside, Liu Jiaoan did not mention talking about the past, but just accompanied Guan Yin as usual.

"Thank you, ma'am, you've worked hard. Don't bother me."

The tea is cold, and you can only sober up after drinking it. Guan Yin dare not sink into such poetry and painting - he is concerned about his own modern life and where else he belongs. If he sinks, he may never be able to go back.

When he put pen to paper, it was Dou E's crying, not the original body's high-spirited and vigorous spirit, nor his own knowledge of the past and present. Guan Yin also felt very awkward.

He dipped the brush in ink, not daring to write down his own thoughts, not knowing the original owner’s feelings… Guan Yin did not dare to write again.

"You said that the use of pen and ink is not only for literati, but also for military commanders. Every word and sentence written by the pen is never the obscene lyrics and songs they say."

Liu Jiaoan seemed to see Guan Yin's hesitation and remembered the promise she had just made.

Finally a sentence about the past.

(End of this chapter)