Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 26 Who said that we share the same bed but different dreams?

Light poured into the room through the wide-open wooden door. Liu Jiaoan opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was Guan Yin's shadow falling into the room.

Sitting up straight and carefully tidying up the loose hair on her forehead, Liu Jiaoan lowered her eyes slightly and looked at the person who came in: "My husband got up very early today."

"Well, Madam, are you going to be busy today?" Guan Yin had a long dream last night, and it was hard for him to say whether he had slept or not. He raised the corners of his lips forcefully, not wanting to spoil Liu Jiaoan's morning mood.

After spending so much time together, Guan Yin could easily mistake Liu Jiaoan for her good friend from high school - they kept in close contact during college, but later when she was in graduate school, she would only remember to share a moment with her once or two.

Guan Yin also suspected that this friendship was slowly fading away, and finally melted away in time and life. It was not until this period of time, when he always saw the shadow of a good friend in Liu Jiaoan, that Guan Yin realized that no matter how much contact they had, it could not change the most sincere friendship between the two girls.

"My husband, do you have anything to tell me?" Liu Jiaoan, who was fixing her hair in front of a diamond-shaped mirror, turned her head and looked at Guan Yin, who was standing blankly in the middle of the room. Her smile was more genuine than the latter's. "My husband, why are you staring at me like that? But is there something on Jiaoan's face?"

"No."

After hearing Guan Yin's response, Liu Jiaoan did not ask any more questions, but turned back to straighten her clothes. Suddenly, she heard Guan Yin say, "The trumpet creepers on the fence are really beautiful. No wonder the lady stared at them for so long."

Liu Jiaoan paused while adjusting her sleeves. She didn't say a word until she stood up, but Guan Yin could clearly feel that a relaxed and joyful atmosphere was spreading in the room - this was an emotion that Liu Jiaoan had not had for a long time, since she expressed that she had forgotten many things.

The two of them moved their steps towards each other, but neither of them was targeting the other. Guan Yin's target was the lazy Chun Guang on the desk, and as for Liu Jiaoan...

The moment they met, the two people moved away from each other in perfect tacit understanding. Guan Yin lowered his head and touched the corner of the desk, and when he quickly turned to the other side, he was even hit on the thigh by the corner of the desk.

"Be careful, sir."

When Liu Jiaoan turned her head away, Guan Yin stopped grinning, pretended nothing had happened, climbed up the bookshelf next to him, and skillfully took out the piece of rice paper covered with words that Cheng Heng had analyzed with him yesterday, and spread it on the table.

One hand was on his injured leg, and the other hand was still trying to smooth out the wrinkles on the rice paper. Guan Yin also had to use his mouth to care about Liu Jiaoan, which inevitably made him seem a little busy: "I'm fine, Madam, please be careful on your way."

His eyes moved slightly, and after looking at Guan Yin, Liu Jiaoan nodded and walked towards the small courtyard where light was pouring in.

As if to prevent the weak person in the room from catching a cold, the wooden door was half-closed by the person who walked out, and the light that originally filled half of the room became smaller.

"Tree creeper?"

Could the trumpet creeper be an indispensable clue? Guan Yin forgot for a moment that this was life, not a game with tasks, and naturally, the appearance of every item would not have any additional meaning.

"Drunk in the Flower Shade." This piece of "Bei Zui Hua Yin" does not have the tenderness of blooming spring flowers, but is full of bitterness. I didn't feel anything when I saw it in my dream last night, but now that spring is in full bloom, every word and sentence seems to be filled with sadness. Guan Yin couldn't even imagine that if he saw this on stage, he would probably burst into tears.

After staring at the rice paper on the desk for a long time, Guan Yin finally remembered the answer to the conversation between the two people. He should go out for a walk and find out more about the "flood".

It was easy to say. But when Sanheng came out of the kitchen and watched Guan Yin walk out of the yard, Guan Yin didn't know where to go.

A few familiar barks made Guan Yin look up subconsciously - he had already arrived at the door of the big man next door. Last time he came to return the bowl, but left in a hurry. What excuse should he have now? "Guan An... Why is Mr. Guan at my door?"

The person who came to the door to greet him was not the big man who had been so prominent in the past, but the woman who looked very kind. The slightly wrinkled wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed to express her relief at seeing Guan Yin.

"I……"

The woman didn't wait for Guan Yin to "make up" a reasonable excuse for her. She simply moved aside and welcomed Guan Yin in: "Since you are here, come in and sit down."

The two men sat opposite each other. When Guan Yin was hesitating about how to start the conversation, the big man slowly walked out from behind. He looked a little dazed, definitely not like usual.

"Mr. Guan is here." The big man looked at Guan Yin and didn't say the usual sarcastic words. He was a little out of breath when he opened his mouth, but he still used his eyes to signal his wife to prepare tea for him, "Sit down and have some tea."

"Thank you." The sudden change made Guan Yin wonder if the two of them had noticed something. He stood up awkwardly and bowed.

The three of them finally sat together steadily. Even with the light coming in from behind the screen and in front of the door, the deep room was still dim.

"I caught a cold last night, and I'm sorry for not treating you well." Before he finished speaking, the big man poured himself half a cup of tea, apparently wanting to find an opportunity to leave first.

But Guan Yin didn't want to return empty-handed, so he stood up and bowed again: "I was just taking a walk around when I had some free time, sorry to bother you."

"Madam, I'll go back first. You should talk to Mr. Guan. It's time to take a rest." After several gestures, the big man left his wife and Guan Yin together.

After the big man left, the atmosphere in the room suddenly eased a lot, and Guan Yin obviously didn't feel as depressed as before.

"Don't worry about it. There are always a few days like this every year. The day after a night of rain, you will have some crazy dreams out of thin air." The woman had long seen Guan Yin's doubts. The big man just turned around the screen and explained to Guan Yin in a low voice, "I woke up from the dream and couldn't find it again, so I became like that just now."

"Night Rain?" Guan Yin grasped the key point of the woman's words, "Are you afraid of thunder?"

As a teacher, Guan Yin had to study "Educational Psychology" and took the psychological counseling certificate during that time. He knew that if some people suffered psychological harm in their childhood, they would continue to be affected when they grow up.

"I'm not afraid of the thunder, I'm afraid of my son."

"Forget it. I won't tell you about this sad story. Think about how many neighbors thought about it back then, but he was unwilling to leave the sad place..."

It was rare for the woman to talk to him so much after meeting him by chance. Guan Yin suddenly didn't want to get any more words from the woman - Ye Yu, son, perhaps her sad story was far more important than his answer.

"Mr. Guan, do you have anything to ask?" The woman finally brought the topic back. "If there is anything that Mr. Guan and I can help with, just tell me."

Guan Yin's eyes flashed with pity for a moment, and he was a little evasive: "I came out for a walk when I had nothing to do. I saw that the trumpet creepers on the wall had drooped their heads, so I stopped..."

(End of this chapter)