Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 11 Tangled Silk Threads Wrinkle People's Faces Idle Time Driving Old Countryside

"Madam, I'll help you." He wrote with a teacher's heart and filled in the content according to the previous content. Guan Yin watched Liu Jiaoan staying up late to copy it and finally delivered it on time. He felt sour in his heart.

They were both girls, and even without those past affairs, Guan Yin couldn't help feeling guilty when she saw Liu Jiaoan working day and night. This time the manuscript had been submitted, and there was still no idea for the next one. Guan Yin didn't want to just wait around, and only wanted to do something within her ability.

"What are you busy with me?" Liu Jiaoan raised her hand and raised the embroidery frame, and said with a smile, "Are you accompanying me to embroider, or to go to the market with me to sell embroidery?"

Seeing Guan Yin hesitant to speak, Liu Jiaoan smiled helplessly and sent Sanheng in to show the newly bought clothes to Guan Yin: "If the embroidery thread pricks your hand, it will be difficult for you to write articles."

At this time, she was still thinking about buying herself a new dress. Even though she knew that Liu Jiaoan's concern was for her original body, Guan Yin still trembled her fingertips for such sisterhood, stretched out her hand and stroked Xia Bu's clothes: "I mean, I will pick tea with you..."

When Guan Yin was a child, his family had a tea garden, and he even broke off the leaf buds on the tea trees - now, Guan Yin feels that he can still help.

"What I mean is that maybe you can still save some trouble." Guan Yin knew that when the tea garden was still in the hands of Liu Jiaoan's mother, she should be able to hire someone to take care of it. Now... whatever help he could do would be great.

"You won't." Liu Jiaoan looked at Guan Yin as if coaxing a child, "Be good, you haven't recovered yet, don't get wet, and don't catch a cold, or you'll hurt your body."

“I actually…” Guan Yin thought he could do it, but could his original self do it?
The surroundings fell silent as Guan Yin spoke. The orchid fragrance that had been spreading all over the place also fell back into the teacup, as if everything was waiting for the owner of this courtyard to speak.

At this moment, Guan Yin also regretted his recklessness. What if the original body really didn't know how to pick tea? Once he was exposed...; Liu Jiaoan's tenderness to the original body was no longer there. A lady from a noble family would naturally have the confidence to make him die!
"Well, if you're bored staying in the house, come with me for a walk."

Liu Jiaoan spoke, and her smile stirred up everything that had solidified, and everything began to move again. The orchid fragrance in the teacup with its sweetness and scent of rain and dew lingered around the two of them again.

The two fell silent again, and no one took the initiative to speak up or make any requests. Until Liu Jiaoan's eyes fell on Sanheng, the latter nodded: "Madam, don't worry, Sanheng will take care of the family."

"Okay, let's go."

Last night's light rain disturbed the clouds covering the mountaintops in the distance, revealing half of the shadows of pine trees, and the ground became a little more muddy and slippery. Guan Yin's body tilted slightly, and "crack" and "hiss" were heard one after another, and the tea tree branches and Guan Yin cried out in pain.

He tidied himself up before Liu Jiaoan turned around, and Guan Yin stretched the corner of his robe, trying to block the half-fallen tea tree to cover up his "crime".

Fortunately, the former just moved his eyes, looked Guan Yin up and down, left and right, then turned around, picked up the tea buds in front of him, and put them back in the bamboo basket.

Liu Jiaoan walked half a step ahead, carrying a bamboo basket that was more than half a person's height. Guan Yin followed behind, starting with one foot deep and one foot shallow, but later he followed closely, following where Liu Jiaoan had walked - holding a small bamboo basket the size of a palm.

People who don’t know would think that this bamboo basket belongs to someone’s child who uses it to catch insects. Guan Yin always felt that Liu Jiaoan was just coaxing a child!
Guan Yin, feeling looked down upon, picked up a leaf that looked relatively tender and carefully placed it in his small bamboo jar, not forgetting to blow on it a few times, fearing that there was still dew on it.

Liu Jiaoan walked very fast. At this time of year, if the sun reached its zenith, the temperature would rise, and the moisture in the fields would evaporate quickly. When the exposed land showed signs of cracking, it would not be so comfortable for people.

"Be careful." When Liu Jiaoan turned around again, she saw Guan Yin ruthlessly pinching off a "tender leaf" that was no longer a bud and a leaf, and then throwing it into the bamboo basket, worried that the latter would accidentally fall into the tea bushes. Guan Yin nodded with a flat mouth, frowning and wondering if his little action just now was discovered by Liu Jiaoan.

In the past, girls got married early, and were forced to mature earlier mentally. Guan Yin only played cards. Logically speaking, both the original body and Liu Jiaoan were younger than himself.

"One piece, one piece... Oh, it was so difficult at the beginning..."

Guan Yin thought about how he had to grab that big backpack when he was a child, and how he had grabbed a handful and filled the bottom of the backpack with shoddy stuff. He stretched out his hand to feel around, and found that it was not even as deep as his fist.

When I took it back, I found that there were less than eleven items in my basket that met the standards.

"Ouch."

Guan Yin was so busy thinking about his own things that he didn't pay any attention to his walking. He didn't even notice that the person walking in front of him slowed down and walked to the end of the road, and bumped into the bamboo basket.

Seeing Guan Yin rubbing his forehead and looking at him with a guilty look on his face, Liu Jiaoan retracted his outstretched hand and rubbed it with his left hand: "Hey, why don't you know to be more careful?"

"I..." Guan Yin realized belatedly that he was really like a spoiled child at this moment.

"Let go of your hands so I can see. Are you not cut by the bamboo strips?" Liu Jiaoan ignored Guan Yin's embarrassment. He stood still, took off the bamboo backpack from his shoulder, and placed it steadily on the high pile of earth beside him. His eyes almost penetrated Guan Yin's palm that was blocking his forehead.

"It's okay, it's just a little red."

Guan Yin looked nonchalant, causing Liu Jiaoan to purse her lips. She gently tugged at the hem of her clothes with her right hand, sighed softly, and advised: "We were lucky this time, you should be careful next time!"

"it is good."

Apart from parents and relatives, in this era where everyone is busy and unable to take care of themselves, few people will calm down and gently ask themselves about such small bumps and bruises. Even if there are, only very close friends will really care.

Guan Yin couldn't help but be touched.

The leaves were still not even a fist deep. Guan Yin felt that he was being outrageous when he saw it - he had clearly said that he was here to help, but now it seemed like he had come here specifically to cause trouble.

When he was still in a daze, a hand that was not as pure as jade suddenly stretched out in front of him. Guan Yin turned his head and just happened to see Liu Jiaoan's face.

"Don't pinch it, just break it gently. Otherwise the dirt on your hands will contaminate the tea."

The words seemed familiar. He remembered that one of his relatives had said them to him when he was a child. Guan Yin stared at Liu Jiaoan's face infatuatedly. Through her, he saw the carefree days of his own childhood.