Quick Transmigration: Leisure

My surname is Fu, my given name is Miao'an, and my courtesy name is Yuanzhi. I am from Bianjing (Kaifeng).

By the age of eighty, he had solved over eight hundred major cases in his lifetime. He retired at sixty and devoted himself to writing "Investigation Notes." Because he was frequently invited to the crime scene during those twenty years, he wrote a total of eighteen volumes before finally stopping.

now,

Those were all sent to Kaifeng Prefecture for review. Whether they were printed or copied afterward was no longer a concern. Once the original manuscripts were returned, they were directly assigned to the Yan family boy for safekeeping.

then,

Just as highly valued as those exploration notes, a box of disorganized books spanning a long period of time should also appear.

He politely declined the noisy group of great-nephews and grandnephews, and stared blankly at the box in the study for a long time.

They returned to the table after lunch.

Large sections of the walls in the study were empty. In the past, they were covered with portraits she had painted herself, mostly of him, or of flowers and plants, depicting the mountains, rivers, and everyday life they had experienced.

In the past, I would immerse myself in appreciating superb skills, and with just one glance, I could recall countless vivid details.

But now, they've all been taken down from the wall.

I dare not look, dare not recall the regret in my heart.

The person in the painting is not depicted holding the paintbrush.

When did he realize this? Probably a very, very long time ago, from the very first portrait. He received commemorative portraits of people and landscapes, and while he was happy, he also felt that something was missing.

However, even with his paintbrush, he couldn't capture the matching spirit.

But then, seeing her satisfied smile, I was suddenly comforted. I thought, there's still time. Perhaps the person who painted the portrait will appreciate it and receive praise, and their mind and body will radiate a brilliant light, reaching a new level of understanding.

He didn't ignore it, but he didn't mention it either.

As the works in his study became more and more abundant, he was filled with pride, yet he still couldn't resist trying them out.

Each drawing wastes a sheet of paper and her precious ink.

He wrote a poem, but destroyed it before he could even show it to the recipient, thus wasting Xuan paper and ink.

After practicing and practicing, he finally admitted that he lacked talent.

seem,

Besides a good background, a keen sense of cases, and a top-notch mentor.

Fu Miao'an has absolutely no skills to show for himself.

She was depressed for only a few days before the other party coaxed her back, and she even shyly told him about her shameful feelings.

As a result, she laughed so hard that she fell onto the couch, and he had to help her to get up.

After finally calming down, she took a bronze mirror, had him hold it up, and drew the outline in a few strokes.

However, it was not detailed.

He looked at the portrait; it resembled her, yet it didn't.

But the spirit remains the same.

later,

He then learned that she almost never painted herself.

Yet, just to appease him, she generously wrote the piece.

He had said before that he would lie if something was detrimental to him. Therefore, he didn't ask why he didn't paint himself.

But it shouldn't be.

It shouldn't be that his skill level is insufficient, so he should be allowed to enter the painting alone, leaving his exceptionally talented beloved isolated outside the frame.

Just thinking about it makes him feel suffocated.

Be even more clingy, showering your partner with affection. Be more considerate, more attentive, and make even greater efforts to make choices that make the other person feel comfortable.

That doesn't seem enough.

This is not a way to get along equally.

Everything he did was an attempt to make amends, but compensation can never catch up with or equalize genuine dedication and expressions of love.

Fortunately,

He finally understood, though perhaps not enough, but he persisted in writing her biography for a long time.

When there is no structure, it becomes fragmented and disorganized.

Because there are so many mysteries and stories surrounding her, there are always new things to discover, and sometimes they are even related to her own life, she is ashamed to let outsiders glimpse the tender feelings within.

Especially as they enter their thirties, they become even more passionate than young boys.

No one was allowed to approach the inner courtyard for a long time.

How can anyone record the truth like that? However, later on, people weren't so concerned about saving face anymore.

Why not write boldly?

And you're still drawing boldly!

After fifty years of companionship, the other person had long understood that he was writing about her. But she still didn't ask, nor did she make a fuss about seeing it. She just looked at him with a smile, her eyes sparkling, and her heart was filled with joy.

Turn back your thoughts.

All the booklets were then placed on the table. He was so tired that he took a break to drink a cup of tea. After sorting them out, the day was over.

He ordered no one to approach the study and could only choose to go to sleep at night.

He didn't have to wait until he was old to painstakingly compile his biography.

Instead,

I found that he was indeed physically robust.

In fact, although she was telling lies, she continued to live in this world under the name of Chi Hui and the identity of Chi You.

But after spending real time with her, how could I not know that she was young?

Outsiders thought Chi You was two years older than him, but they guessed that he was almost ten years older than her.

All things considered, he felt a sense of crisis when he was just fifty years old. He feared that he would pass away before he could finish the biography he had promised to write for her, leaving her alone in the world to face his portrait.

Just thinking about that scene makes me ache.

After a period of hurried preparation, he was still preoccupied with cases and had to stop.

Or perhaps this unease was noticed, because one day she invited several doctors to come to their home, who took the pulses of both of them and said that as long as Lord Fu didn't have any problems, he could live to be ninety-nine.

Some of the praise was a bit over the top, but it proved that he could still be there for her.

Twenty years later, it wasn't him who fell first.

Both of them have clearly been through a lot and avoided disaster; very few people can live as peacefully as they do.

But it's visibly failing.

He didn't suffer from illness and passed away peacefully.

He was left alone in the empty house, reminiscing about long stretches of memories—written on paper, drawn on the walls, painstakingly carved, and the traces of their love and companionship that they had learned to create by firing.

Unable to recover from the shock, he dared not move an inch for ten years.

Fearing he would disappear on the spot, she told him that his whole life was a dream.

Until the youngest child passed away.

He has already entered his eighties.

It seems that if we don't pull ourselves together, who will write these stories? Leaving them to people to imagine is nothing short of a desecration.

So on her seventieth birthday that year, she opened her memories and started writing again, bit by bit, observing the two of them from the sidelines like an outsider. The smile was still the same, but she dared not say that she felt the same way again.

The exhilaration he felt in his youth is now hazy and indistinct.

Fortunately, he wrote it down when he was young.

Initially, I wanted to focus on her personally, but the case was always unavoidable. At that time, 30% of the records were still analyzing the truth that could never be accurately restored.

If we can't avoid it, let's keep it brief: a woman who had been tormented by fate broke free and lived a more radiant and unrestrained life than anyone else.

As she said, anything unfavorable was a lie.

If the truth can be revealed, who would resist?

He could only feel heartache, yet he also deeply cherished the fact that fate had unexpectedly brought him into this situation.

Those who deserve to die, may all die.

They no longer had enemies after exchanging blows.

Then came living together, focusing on each other, which was also the most unrestrained phase. She seemed to be in high spirits, completely free from the constraints of the world, and trusted him as a person, so she no longer had any worries.

When we work together, life is only going to be prosperous.

Even in terms of official position, since he seemed to have started a family, the opinions of those around him assumed that it was only natural for him to step up and climb to a higher position.

Saying a husband is incompetent will only earn him the disdain of his wife.

However, he had long ago set a goal to be like his master, spending his life as a retired official and not getting involved in politics.

Even his master said that the reason he was able to persevere was indeed because he hadn't started a family.

You'll have to ask your wife for details first.

With everyone's voices ringing in unison, he almost had his doubts, and even prepared himself for the possibility that his wife might want to advance her career, and which path he should choose to support her on.

result,

When the topic came up, she just laughed and said, "Why should I care about your ambition? Am I not ambitious? I have enough money for this lifetime. Just do whatever you want. Even if you fight the emperor, I might be able to help you escape."

He listened to his heart and his wife's words.

However, these two can be equated.

A few years later, Bianjing City was in chaos, the government changed hands rapidly, and the fates of one high-ranking official after another were not good.

You think you're on the right side now, but once the new regime takes over, you'll be seen as a major traitor.

Many people tried to win him over or called him stupid, but he stubbornly clung to his position as judge, spending his days chasing after cases.

in this way,

A veteran who had served three dynasties also came back.

No one's ups and downs affected him. Gradually, some people realized this and laughed at his good fortune, but only he knew that this was a choice they had made long ago.

Regardless of outsiders, just as outsiders laughed at him for marrying a rich widow, saying it wouldn't last long and he'd be kicked away once the novelty wore off.

It turns out that

Outsiders cannot understand the true meaning.

Who knows how wonderful the journey has been, who understands how fortunate he is.

Even he himself, who was writing this at this moment, was jealous of this kid's good luck.

If there is an afterlife

If there is an afterlife.

He was willing to change his background and fate, and once he had escaped the mire, he would seek out a good girl with a smooth and easy path.

He also believed that if he met a kind girl again after such an experience, she would not care about his past setbacks.

They can,

Knowing each other and staying together, relying on each other closely.