Traveling through the starry sky just for you, I was a koi in ancient times

As dusk fell, Chen Sanlang's stomach growled uncontrollably.

The two pancakes I brought from home had already been eaten up, and for the rest of the time I could only fill my stomach with the warm water poured by the waiter.

For some reason, his stomach seemed to be an endless ravine, and drinking water could not suppress his hunger. In order to save time copying books, Chen Sanlang decided not to drink water anymore, so as to avoid wasting time going to the toilet and make good use of the time to copy the vernacular novels.

This is a true story. Judging from the thickness of the book, it would take more than one or two days to copy it. I'm afraid the shopkeeper won't pay me today.

Originally, I had agreed with Shopkeeper Li that I would not be paid until the copy of "The Analects" was sold. I'm afraid I won't get a penny today.

After copying "The Analects. Xiangdang", he opened "Xia Ke Xing". Although the story was unfamiliar, the characters were obviously familiar to him. This was clearly a plot from a movie, with martial arts skills added. The more Chen Sanlang copied, the more he felt that he was familiar with this story when he was Chen Zhiyuan in his previous life. Why was he familiar with it? He had no time to think about it.

It was getting dark and he was getting hungrier. The Wenmofang shop was starting to close, so Chen Sanlang handed over all the manuscripts he had copied that day to the shopkeeper who was in charge of checking the accounts.

Shopkeeper Li greeted Chen Sanlang politely and wrote down the results of his day's copying in the account.

Chen Sanlang walked to the tea table, drank two bowls of tea, and went out to the gambling street. His stomach was growling louder and louder.

He didn't have a penny on him because the gambling house had a snack at night and he could eat his fill without spending any money.

When he arrived at the backyard of Jinsheng Casino, he saw the manager lecturing a group of thugs from afar. Chen Sanlang walked straight to the counter, took a pot of lamp oil, and walked towards the intersection.

I opened the lamp and checked it. I found that the wick had burned into black charcoal and became very short when I was away last night.

Chen Sanlang found two branches, picked up the wick again, filled the oil bowl with oil, and carefully covered the lampshade.

The two lamps on the gambling street were all put away. The large lampshades reflected warm light.

Chen Sanlang looked around and it seemed that the "Tiaolang Clan" (Zhou Li. Qiu Guan) who was in charge of cleaning up the streets did not clean up this street. He did not know why.

So he went back to the gambling house, got a broom and rake from the backyard, cleaned up the entire intersection, and transported the garbage to the garbage dump designated by the "Street Department" two streets away.

After being busy for a while, Chen Sanlang was even more exhausted due to hunger. He fanned the sweat off his face with the corner of his sleeve and looked for a place to sit down and rest.

I heard someone scolding me behind my back.

"You're just too busy to do anything? You're scrambling for work at the Street Division, but I won't give you any extra money."

Without looking back, Chen Sanlang knew that the person who scolded him must be the steward.

"Take it."

As he said this, the steward threw the black steamed bun in his hand at Chen Sanlang. He said sternly,

"Remember, you can't do the work of the Street Division, and you can't dump garbage casually. The lightest punishment is caning.

I won't waste my time talking to you. Next time, don't do the work of the Street Division."

Chen Sanlang stood up and said respectfully,

"Yes, Steward."

The steward looked at the street lights, turned around, looked at the road he had just swept, and then left with the broom and rake.

Chen Sanlang knew that this man had a cold face but a warm heart. From his appearance, he could almost be said to have a ferocious face. But when he first asked him in the back street of the gambling house if there was any work for scholars in the gambling house, this man just looked at him and without saying a word, gave him a job of adding lamp oil at the corner of the street.

I couldn't come every day, and he didn't say anything until I said I didn't want any wages, then he said,

"I don't plan to support an idler. I don't even know what you've accomplished. When will I tell you that I'll pay you?"

But it is this person who has been secretly taking care of me. He would come to check on me at night, and sometimes even come to remind me that it is time for dinner.

I love reading and allow myself to read under the street corner lights.

I heard that the steward had reminded everyone not to bully scholars. At first, Chen Sanlang didn't take it seriously. He just thought that this person had some understanding of the scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, and that was why he respected intellectuals.

But later on, I slowly discovered that this person had indeed been secretly taking care of me.

Although Chen Sanlang didn't know the truth, he kept this care in his heart.

The setting sun finally took away the last ray of afterglow, and the dry and hot earth slowly healed from the scorching cracks.

Chen Sanlang sat under the dim oil lamp, thinking of her in his heart...

In my previous life, I often heard my parents say, "A calm summer is a blessing," and I have mentioned this to Wang Jinyi.

I remember one summer vacation, I went to her university to pick up Wang Jinyi and took her back to her hometown for the holiday. The weather was too hot and we couldn’t walk fast with the suitcase, so we both rested while walking.

Seeing that Wang Jinyi had sweat on her temples, he handed her the folding fan he had just bought. Wang Jinyi held the fan in her hand and used it to fan herself.

At that time, Wang Jinyi repeated, "It is a blessing to enter a blessed place without wind."

Then, smiling, he chased after me and fanned me, saying:

"We have to share this blessing together. You can't enjoy it all by yourself."

Whenever I think of every little detail of the two of them in their previous life, I feel infinitely jealous of my previous self. The life I used to live as Chen Zhiyuan now seems almost unreal. It's like a dream, but there is one thing that is definitely not a dream.

The long hair floating in front of his eyes, her smile, her sweet words, the unique fragrance of the girl in his arms, the charming smile, the smart look, the love between each other...

Every time he dreams, a bright rainbow surges in Chen Sanlang's heart.

Chen Sanlang recalled sweetly, wrapped the two steamed buns in his hand with a wide leaf, put them into the backpack, and only kept one, chewing it slowly...

………………

But at this moment, Wang Jinyi felt that waiting was so painful.

After Wu Mei was sent out, Wang Jinyi began to worry that if Wu Mei was not careful, various situations might happen.

Secretly thinking about how to deal with the worst case scenario.

Wang Jinyi had a feeling of being immersed in an endless abyss, his heart floating up and down, and he could never figure out the bottom.

The uncertainty about Wu Mei's abilities brought about an inexplicable depression.

Although Wang Jinyi showed a calmness that was not in line with her age, the big characters she wrote today betrayed herself. If she practiced calligraphy with a happy mood, every stroke would be elegant and smooth.

I seemed calm today, and there seemed to be no problem with how I started writing, ended writing, and moved the pen. However, the strokes were stiff, and my writing was not beautiful.

Wang Jinyi patiently copied the 200 words of "Three Character Classic". He felt depressed as he saw his writing getting worse and worse, and hoped that the water clock would mark the next hour as soon as possible.

Finally, I can put down my pen. Wang Jinyi suddenly admired the scholars and celebrities in the Wang family. How did they practice? Don’t they have emotional ups and downs every day, and don’t they have any worries?

After some daydreaming, the anxiety slowly subsided.