Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 20 Occasionally I hear the complaints of the boudoir and watch her beautiful face

"mother……"

"Father... my daughter does not want to..."

A few sounds of talking in sleep were heard from beside him. Guan Yin, who was dozing off, opened his eyes and saw Liu Jiaoan sleeping at the desk with her arms as a pillow, still holding an embroidery frame in her hand.

Guan Yin felt a little distressed.

I remember when I was preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination all night long, I was also sitting on a chair with a book in my hand late at night, and I fell asleep without knowing when.

The window was not closed tightly, and the damp air outside the window quietly sneaked into the house. The weather had warmed up, so even if I didn't cover myself, I wouldn't be cold.

But Liu Jiaoan is busy day and night, and now she seems to be hiding an unrelieved emotion, which is most likely to cause evil spirits to enter her body. Guan Yin felt a little worried, and stood up quietly, picked up the clothes on the chair beside him, walked behind Liu Jiaoan, and carefully put them on the latter's shoulders: "If you don't want to, forget it, why force it?"

"Sister Tongtong, why... can't I go back." Even though Guan Yin said this, Liu Jiaoan was still immersed in her own world, asking everyone who was not present, asking questions that Guan Yin wanted to find answers to but had no idea where to start.

Sister Tongtong? Is that the original body? Guan Yin wanted to take this opportunity to ask more questions. After all, people in dreams probably won’t remember the questions they answered in a daze when they wake up.

"Husband, if you can't do it well, Jiao An won't feel bothered."

"You said you would take good care of yourself, why did you lie to me?"

"Did Tongtong lie to you? Lied to you...what?" Seeing that Liu Jiaoan pursed her lips and seemed to be sleeping deeply, Guan Yin's tentative words became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped along with the former's long breathing.

"Whatever. Sweet dreams."

Why did he stand up in the first place? Guan Yin suddenly felt that he was a little selfish. He said that he didn't want to interfere with history, but he had been using the kindness of everyone around him to achieve his goal - to go home.

The stars and the moon are affectionate, always accompanying those who cannot sleep. The wind and clouds are righteous, and they will not let the stars and the moon shine in vain and seek suffering. When Guan Yin opened the door, he saw a completely silent night.

The wind swayed the leaves, like a sneer blowing past his ears. After walking a few steps, the lonely night seemed to have been hiding something that could eat people, forcing Guan Yin to return to the house again.

The candle that had been flickering on and off had now lit up. Guan Yin guessed that Liu Jiaoan had woken up.

"Sanheng? It's so late, why haven't you gone to bed yet?" Guan Yin was a little surprised to see Sanheng just walking out of the house. "You still have a busy schedule tomorrow, why don't you take a rest?"

Guan Yin remembered that there was no rule of night watch at Liu Jiaoan's place. Even if Sanheng had the trust of the host, he was still a man after all. It was not appropriate for him to walk into the lady's bedroom late at night.

San Heng did not respond directly to Guan Yin's words, but turned around and went to the kitchen to prepare some hot water for the latter to warm up his body: "It's so late, husband, put on some clothes before going out, otherwise you will catch a cold and it will be bad."

"Oh, okay." I subconsciously felt that Sanheng was hiding something from me. Even the neighboring man called me Sanheng when he first came here... Was he really just looking down on me because I came from a music school?

"Sanheng?"

Sanheng had just walked to the door of the barely built new kitchen when he heard his husband calling him. He immediately turned around and asked, "What's up, husband?"

"Husband, Sanheng will prepare some hot soup for you first." Turning back, her husband was silent again. Sanheng was confused for a moment. "The new stove is a little small now, and it takes a long time to boil water. Sanheng will build a bigger one someday."

Hearing about the kitchen, Guan Yin couldn't help but feel ashamed. He didn't want to affect history in the slightest, but his existence might have already caused an unconscious impact - at least his original self shouldn't have burned down the kitchen, otherwise San Heng wouldn't have dared to leave without worry.

"Um……"

"What I mean is that you don't have to be busy for now. I have something to say to you." Guan Yin sighed, intending to start with Sanheng indirectly, "I remember you were with the madam? From the Liu family?" "Yes." Sanheng knew that her husband's brain had been not working well since he fell into the water, but this was a trivial question, and she didn't know why her husband Guan asked about it?
"Then you know that I once..."

"Don't worry, my husband. Sanheng won't treat you differently." Could it be that my husband was offended by something? When he married my wife with high spirits, he didn't hesitate like this... Otherwise, my wife would not like my husband. Sanheng was afraid that something happened when he was not around. "Did that family say something nonsense?"

"Sir, don't take it to heart. As long as Madam has recognized it, then Sanheng has recognized it."

Sanheng expressed his loyalty, but this was not the answer Guan Yin wanted to hear.

"Besides, other people say that Master Guan sold himself to bury his father, and had no choice but to end up in the music school. Sanheng admires Master Guan's filial piety."

Finally, there are a few words that I really want to know.

"It's just that my husband hasn't brought his wife to pay respects to the late master in these years..."

As expected, there was something wrong. But the Liu family knew that the original body was from the music school, so couldn't they find out that the original body was disguised as a man?
"Ms. sir?"

"It's getting late, husband, you should go to bed early!"

Sanheng certainly hopes that his wife lives a good life. Even if her husband's identity was criticized before, at least his ability did not bury his wife's true love. However, her husband's recent behavior made Sanheng worry about the future of his wife and husband.

Guan Yin nodded, but he knew that he would not be able to sleep tonight.

"Choo Choo Choo……"

"Cuckoo!"

"Chiu! Coo coo coo..."

On the branches of some unknown tree, there were already early birds jumping to wake up the morning. Guan Yin felt a slight headache, a dull pain in the crown of his head, but he was so awake that he didn't feel sleepy at all.

A streak of white at the edge of the sky swallowed up the blue-purple night. The orange-red of the new day belonging to the sun peeled away the darkness bit by bit, and Guan Yin saw Liu Jiaoan waking up with the first rooster crow.

"Good morning, madam."

Liu Jiaoan slowly stood up and felt the clothes on her body. She knew that Sanheng usually wouldn't come into the house at night. She turned her head and saw Guan Yin with his eyelids raised, and she understood what was going on: "Isn't my husband asleep?"

"I……"

"Sir, please take a rest."

"I can not sleep."

Guan Yin said that he couldn't sleep, but when Liu Jiaoan arrived at the market not long after, Guan Yin was staring at the desk in a daze, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of dripping rain always sneaks into people's dreams, and they listen quietly to Guan Yin's murmurs.

"You're here!"

"Is it the murderous ghost from there?" Guan Yin was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the familiar figure again.