Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 17: It can be considered that the Jiangnan side is also implicated in every word and sentence

The hazy rain opens up a piece of ink-and-wash Jiangnan, and also opens Guan Yin's heart to go out.

"Sanheng, did you return the dishes and chopsticks from before?" When Guan Yin met Sanheng who was carrying a pot lid still dripping with water back home, he suddenly felt guilty for some reason, like a lazy child caught by the teacher.

"Not yet." San Heng looked at the people standing in the rain, and put the leaves on Guan Yin's head, "Husband, it's raining, you should go back and have a rest first... San Heng will deliver the dishes and chopsticks later."

He had only taken a few steps when he was stopped again. Before Guan Yin had time to think about how to relieve his depression, he heard San Heng complain with grievance: "Why didn't you even bring an umbrella with you when you went out, husband?"

Hey, why do the master and servant always act like they are coaxing children in front of me?
Patting Sanheng on the shoulder, Guan Yin sometimes felt dazed by the former's maturity. At this age, he should still be studying in school and not have to go through so many hardships.

"The rain is not heavy, your husband will be fine." Putting the leaves on Sanheng's head back, Guan Yin stepped sideways, "Oh, by the way, where are the dishes? I'll return them as well."

"It's in the pot. I'll take it out for you, sir."

Sanheng pressed the leaves on his head with one hand and answered Guan Yin's question casually. When she put down the pot lid, walked out with the dishes and chopsticks, and saw her husband standing stupidly in the rain, she suddenly hesitated.

"Just give it to me. I'm not stupid enough to fall and break the bowl."

Could the original body be so fragile? Guan Yin suddenly felt confused - a girl who was alone in the old society, with a turbulent life, who came out of the music school relying on her writing skills, how could such a person be an ordinary person?

"If my husband hadn't caught cold, Sanheng wouldn't have worried about these things."

Oh, it turns out that he was talking about himself. When he realized that he might not even be able to compare to the ancient people who were restricted in every way, Guan Yin couldn't help feeling disappointed. He took the bowl and chopsticks with his hands, thinking that he couldn't mess up the little thing again. Guan Yin recalled the dog barking he heard that day...

"If you want to walk around, just walk around. Sanheng should deliver the bowls and chopsticks."

"Sanheng, you still underestimate your husband." Isn't it just looking down on him? Such conflicts and incidents happen every day among students. Guan Yin has mediated such disputes and persuaded more than one student.

In just a few months, Guan Yin had already seen all the "psychology" in the books. Finally, he found that the so-called "consolation" and "support" were mostly futile. What really helped students get out of the shadows was self-confidence.

"Husband, Sanheng is not actually..."

"Sanheng is worried about that family's attitude towards my husband."

Guan Yin had already walked away, but San Heng was still mumbling. The sound of dogs barking came from near and far, and San Heng realized that the former might not have listened to him. He sighed and went to clean up the mess left by the kitchen fire that day.

Without realizing it, the spring breeze brought the rain, like a beautiful woman's face. Guan Yin had longed countless times to be able to walk in the rain, which would not have much impact on his health, waving a fan with his own title and painting, like a well-read scholar.

But now it was raining, and Guan Yin only had a few simple bowls and chopsticks in his hands. He waved them twice as if he was fanning himself, and the dogs tied up in the yard around him barked even louder - fortunately, no one passed by, otherwise Guan Yin would have seemed like he had gone mad.

"What are you doing at my house?"

Guan Yin came back to his senses and suspected that all his childish behavior had been seen by the big man in front of him. He explained in a low voice and prayed silently that the other party did not really think he was a lunatic.

"The dishes have been washed. I'm here to return them today... Thank you for that day..." "Why don't you just ask Sanheng to deliver them? Why bother you to make another trip?" Guan Yin was interrupted before he could finish his words. The burly man who was still holding the farm tools in his hands put the sickle on the pile of dirt next to him, and snatched the things from Guan Yin's hands as if the dishes had become dirty after being held by him for so long, and did not forget to say a few words to Guan Yin.

"If you go out in the rain, people who don't know you will think you are a nerd."

This family really knew something. Guan Yin did not rush to retort, but just stood there with his hands in his pockets after the big man snatched the bowl and chopsticks. The drizzling rain made the ground where Guan Yin was standing sink slightly.

"You're trampling on my field ridges again. I just built them last year and it took me so much effort to build them!"

As if realizing that his words fell on deaf ears, the man picked up a broom beside him, put one end of the bamboo handle against Guan Yin's elbow, and pushed hard.

"Sorry, sorry."

Guan Yin realized it belatedly and stood aside.

"Humph..." The man bent down again, picked up the sickle that he had just placed on the ridge of the field, and held it in his hand with the blade facing down. "I said you are stupid, but you still found your way to my field."

In one hand he held the sickle and the vegetables he had just cut, and in the other hand he held the stack of bowls. The pile looked a little precarious and shaky, which made Guan Yin frown and want to go over to help.

The thin clouds could not hide the scorching sun, and the lingering rain was pouring down. The smell of earth stirred up by the rain was even stronger than when Guan Yin went out just now.

Seeing several bowls that had not yet dried swaying because of the rain water that slipped in with the big man's steps, the "clack, clack" sound fell into people's hearts, as if a hemp rope that had been worn down to only a thread was holding up people's hearts.

It seemed that at this moment, a "snap" was needed to completely cut the rope that made them nervous and give both of them some peace and quiet.

"or……"

"You..." When the big man turned his head, Guan Yin, who was originally half a step behind, also caught up. The two men's eyes met. The former looked at Guan Yin's thin arms, and the hand he had just stretched out retracted.

"I really don't know what the Liu family girl is thinking."

As they were talking, several buildings that were more impressive than the home of Guan Xianggong and Liu Jiaoan were connected together. The big man finally breathed a sigh of relief and put the bowl and chopsticks in his hand on the stone bricks at the door: "We're here."

"It's raining so hard, it's not a good idea for you to walk back. I want my wife to make some ginger soup for you..."

Guan Yin had long seen that the big man was a kind-hearted person. Just as he was about to thank him, he heard the latter add awkwardly: "Don't let yourself get sick again, and blame me for returning the bowl and chopsticks."

"Thank you."

"Don't stand at the door. Since you've followed me here, why don't you come in and sit down? Otherwise, it will seem that I don't know how to entertain guests, and you will scold me for the words you write."

Unexpectedly, the big man not only had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Under his strong appearance, he also hid an interesting soul. Guan Yin thanked the big man and stepped over the threshold and entered the house.

(End of this chapter)