Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 14: Infinite Spring Lights Come into Dreams, Affectionate Little Thoughts, Clouds Write Wind

A room, a makeshift kitchen, and an open space enclosed by a fence.

In Guan Yin's concept, this is certainly not a standard Huizhou-style residential building. However, when those familiar things appear before his eyes one by one, and he gazes at the white walls and black tiles embedded in the distant mountains, it is indeed what ancient Huizhou should look like.

"Don't worry, my husband. Sanheng has protected me very well." The first thing Liu Jiaoan said when she saw Guan Yin was not crying, nor did she tell the whole story to the person in front of her. "This is not the first time something like this has happened. Sanheng and I both know what to do."

Listening to Liu Jiaoan's words and thinking of his neighbor's performance just now, Guan Yin felt more and more that he was a little redundant - at least he could make money by writing scripts to supplement the family income.

"I'm glad that Madam is alright. Madam was frightened today, so it's better for her to rest early."

After half-heartedly coaxing Liu Jiaoan into the house, Guan Yin lagged behind half a step and was about to enter when he saw San Heng standing in the yard in a daze without saying a word. Just as he was about to ask him about the ins and outs of the matter, he noticed that the latter looked at him with some disbelief.

Without even having to look in the direction of Sanheng's gaze, Guan Yin had already remembered what he had done wrong.

Originally, it could barely be called a "small but complete home", but the kitchen was burned by him. What should he do for dinner today? Guan Yin smiled at San Heng apologetically: "Well, how about I go buy some food and hang out with you tomorrow?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Yin felt that his words were of little practical use, and instead served to fan the flames, so he quickly explained, "I forgot there was something on top of the fire, and by the time I tried to put it out it was already out of control."

Guan Yin looked at San Heng, and San Heng looked at Guan Yin. Finally, he was defeated by the latter's sincerity and sighed: "Husband, you should stay away from the kitchen from now on!"

The mountain is vast and the moon is bright, there is a lone moon, there are few people and the sound of dogs barking can be heard. The smoke from cooking fires around rises and falls. Soon, I hear a burst of dogs barking, coming from far away and getting closer. It sounds like someone is coming out of home, passing many houses along the way, and finally arriving in front of the fence.

"Sanheng?"

"Sanheng!"

A familiar voice sounded, and Guan Yin could already tell that it was the man with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Sure enough, he and his wife stood at the door again, holding a porcelain bowl with a rough-looking pattern in one hand.

"Sanheng?" Even though Guan Yin was standing there stupidly, he came forward belatedly to say hello. However, the man pretended not to see him and called out to Sanheng towards the door.

"Hey……"

Sanheng walked out of the room with a long tone.

Just now, when I went into the house to refill my wife's tea, my husband was still outside the door. Sanheng hurried out and first glanced at Guan Yin, then turned his gaze to the visitor: "Didn't I tell you that my wife won't get into trouble with other people because of this!"

San Heng was a steady person, but sometimes his mouth was faster than his brain. When he saw what the visitor had in his hands and knew what they were here for, he inevitably started to stumble: "I mean... uh, well... I thank you on behalf of my wife and husband!"

After handing the food to Sanheng, the neighbor couple did not stay for long and walked back along the way they came. There was another round of barking of dogs, from near to far... The village soon returned to its original tranquility.

"My husband doesn't really care what others say." Sanheng said sincerely, "My husband didn't have a choice about the past, but my wife chose him herself."

Guan Yin nodded.

"Isn't my husband coming back? It's time to eat." Sanheng had already brought two bowls into the house. Now he was standing at the door with the remaining two bowls, and passed his wife's words to Guan Yin, who had not yet come to his senses, "My wife asked my husband not to worry. We can talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow. As long as everyone is safe, it's good." Guan Yin shook his head.

"You and your wife should eat first." The poet wrote the poem "Blue Clouds and Bright Moon", but Guan Yin knew that the clouds and the moon are thousands of miles apart and cannot depend on each other. Liu Jiaoan is very good, and the environment of this world looks good, but it has nothing to do with me, and I should not use modern thinking to interfere with an era in history.

Sitting down, Guan Yin began to think about how to leave - after leaving, whether his original body came back or this body died completely, it would be more suitable for him to exist in this period of history and to be by the side of Liu Jiaoan and Sanheng.

"The Twenty-Four Bridges are still there, the waves are rippling, and the cold moon is silent."

"The sorrow of the lost land, the mountains and rivers are drifting away..."

Hearing this familiar voice, Guan Yin knew that he was dreaming again.

"Sister, my dear sister, Guan Yin, you are finally here... These students are so hard to teach! Some of them don't do their homework, and some of them memorize the essays in class. If I continue to talk, I'm afraid it won't be me who invites the parents. Those parents will probably eat me alive!"

Cheng Heng seems to be more accepting of time travel and meeting in dreams than Guan Yin, but the situations he encounters seem to be more complicated: "If I can find you, I'd like to exchange identities with you!"

Unlike Liu Jiaoan's calmness and composure, Cheng Heng is more like the child in the relationship between the two, the child who needs to rely on Guan Yin to find a solution.

"The progress of students in school is also uneven. You don't have to worry about it. It's just that your demonstration..."

“How can my handwriting compare to those ancient people who wrote in the official script and looked like a typewriter? It’s good enough that it didn’t become a scribble!” Cheng Heng really wanted to cry but had no tears now.

Who among screenwriters has not thought about traveling to their own work one day and experiencing the ups and downs of a character's life? Of course, if you have thought about it, the prerequisite is to be able to master the abilities and memories of the characters in your work, so that you can live in an era that is completely different from reality!
"Everyone says time travel is good, but I say time travel won't make you live long enough!"

Guan Yin didn't feel annoyed listening to Cheng Heng chattering in her ear - this was also what she was thinking. However, after studying at a normal school for a few years and working as a trainee teacher in a school for a few months, Guan Yin no longer had the desire to speak frankly.

"Also, I found a letter the other day, and I feel that the story of this teacher is not that simple. You know, the Lady Lanxiang in my novel is from a family of tea merchants. If she wanted to hire a teacher for her child, she could have hired a tutor, just like Du Liniang and Chunxiang. But sending this kind of... eh? Is it a private school? It definitely means that this teacher is not ordinary."

"Hello, Guan Yin?"

"Did you listen to what I said?" Cheng Heng was a little helpless. After saying so much, why did Guan Yin seem to be immersed in his own world?

"I was wondering, any of your scripts has its own purpose, so what is your purpose here?"

"Ok?"

"I don't think it's asking you to change anything by force... The history of an era is often inevitable. Too avant-garde ideas and incompatible economic and labor technologies can only be empty talk."

"Anhui? Huizhou merchants? Serve the country?" Cheng Heng felt a little dizzy because of the words that didn't connect in his mind. "What does this have to do with teaching?"

(End of this chapter)