Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 27: Ying Zong wished that the spring breeze would stop, but how could you have expected that the truth would be revealed?
The trumpet creeper does not droop its head because of the rain, it just doesn't want to compete for this late spring in the sunlight.

With Cheng Heng's suggestion to go out more, Guan Yin still had no intention of going far away - since she was a child, Guan Yin's activities seemed to revolve around home and school. The identities of a good girl and a teacher seemed to match well in the eyes of others.

"Madam, should we prop up this trumpet creeper?" Looking at the trumpet creeper that had to climb horizontally all the time, Guan Yin felt that it was somewhat burying its vitality. "Put a bamboo here, or..."

"no need."

"Ok?"

Why not? Guan Yin was afraid that he had identified the wrong species of flower, and was even more afraid that this trumpet creeper had reached its twilight years and would no longer have any life to continue.

When Guan Yin looked in the direction of Liu Jiaoan's finger, he saw the top of the trumpet creeper vine. A small bud less than the width of a finger had already touched the outer edge of the high wall, clearly indicating that this trumpet creeper would soon be able to find a larger world.

"It's really not necessary."

The two smiled at each other, each with their own expectations. Liu Jiaoan's expectations were only on this flower - having watched it grow for several years and having once existed in her childhood memories, Liu Jiaoan hoped that it would grow better.

"Mr. Yin Yunshan?" When a malicious voice exploded in their ears, the two girls were still staring at the trumpet creepers that fell on the ground, and even Guan Yin stretched out his hand to touch the branches and leaves of the trumpet creepers.

Guan Yin recognized this voice. The owner of this voice knew a lot about him. He frowned and looked over. Thinking about the past, Guan Yin suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. He knew that today's events might not end well: "You..."

"What's wrong? Mr. Yin Yunshan didn't recognize me? We just met a few days ago." The visitor could certainly see the former's nervousness. The smile was on his face, but it was clearly not in his eyes.

He turned sideways and pointed at the small house. It was no exaggeration to say that the people behind him could kick down the already dilapidated house with one kick. "It's in this room. Did Mr. Yin Yunshan forget it?"

Tong Sanheng winked and asked someone to bring Liu Jiaoan into the house. Guan Yin's eyes finally fell on the visitor: "Remember, I wonder what you all want today?"

"Mr. Yin Yunshan's writings are often sung in countless music halls and singing platforms. Many people know his reputation. Even many girls admire talents like Mr. Yin Yunshan. I think he has received many love letters... But they probably don't know that our Mr. Yin Yunshan..."

Guan Yin didn't know whether Liu Jiaoan knew the original identity or not. Although this matter might not be concealed for long, it should not be exposed in such a passive situation. His whole body tensed up mentally, and his hands under his sleeves clenched slightly.

"What exactly are you going to do?" Just before Guan Yin spoke, Liu Jiaoan spoke first.

Guan Yin didn't expect San Heng didn't bring Liu Jiaoan back to the house. Now that she was wearing men's clothes and didn't belong to this world, she could have ignored it, but Liu Jiaoan was different!
The visitor looked at Liu Jiaoan, glanced at the two of them with a playful look, raised the corners of his lips, and a fine line appeared at the corners of his eyes: "It's nothing."

"It's just that the mountain man's song made us lose money, and now we want to negotiate with him."

The visitor's tone softened inexplicably, but Guan Yin did not feel relaxed at all - whether it was the original identity or his own identity, it seemed that there was no way to stop the visitor from doing anything to Liu Jiaoan.

His own time travel made Yin Yunshan's song, which was originally "worth a thousand gold", worthless now. It seemed that he had silently brought about an impact on history that was extremely difficult to reverse.

"How to discuss it?" Taking advantage of the break in the negotiations, Guan Yin repeatedly threatened San Heng, but the latter had a bitter look on his face, and it was obvious that he could not persuade his wife.

In an instant, Guan Yin seemed to understand why Liu Jiaoan loved the trumpet creeper on the fence so much - this was not a trumpet creeper at all, it was clearly Liu Jiaoan herself.

It seems to be dependence, but it is just the natural helplessness in this era. But in the end, you need to rely on your own strength to find a bigger world for yourself little by little...

"We shouldn't return what we have already given in the past. We should regard it as a reward for Mr. Yin Yunshan for all these years."

Guan Yin heard Cheng Heng mention that it is the same for screenwriters in real life. Unless they make it to the top, they will always get the least money and receive the most criticism. Presumably, it is the same here.

But under someone else's roof, one has to bow his head, Guan Yin nodded: "Okay."

"This time the song that Shanren sang for us didn't sound right. Many audience members said that if they hadn't been waiting for it in the past, they wouldn't have come to listen again... So in the future, we have to ask Shanren to write out the money first, and when someone buys it, we will give him the money."

"it is good."

"What if you don't give it to me?" Liu Jiaoan suddenly asked. Instead of scaring the person opposite him, she scared Guan Yin, who was like a quail. He just agreed to all the other party's requests and was thinking that he could be safe if he retreated.

Is it really okay to talk like this?
"Is this Miss Liu? She is indeed a person who is willing to leave Mr. Liu's house for love!"

"I didn't expect that Madam has not cooled down her passion for a long time. She is still as hot-tempered as before." The visitor's words were suggestive, and his eyes once again wandered between Guan Yin and Liu Jiaoan. "It seems that the hermit has taken good care of Madam. Even in a small room like this, which is not even as big as a study, Madam is still able to be spoiled."

The visitor's eyes were filled with ill intentions. Guan Yin slightly turned sideways to block the visitor's sight towards Liu Jiaoan: "Stop talking nonsense. You have already negotiated the price. Do you have anything else to say?"

"Oh, the mountain man really is protective of his wife!"

"But if I were a hermit and I really loved Madam, I would let Madam find a better family... After all, the daughter of the Liu family has the face of Mr. Liu, plus Madam's own needlework, poetry and books. In addition, she is good at calligraphy with flower hairpins. Even if she divorces a hermit, I'm afraid there will be many people who want to marry her."

Guan Yin had thought about this question not long after he arrived, especially when he watched Liu Jiaoan go out early and come back late every day, but he could do nothing. However, he had not yet figured out the grievances between the original body and Liu Jiaoan, so Guan Yin felt that he was not qualified to make a rash decision.

"Nothing to do with you."

When the two of them spoke at the same time, Sanheng also opened his mouth half a beat later.

"You are indeed a family... Don't worry, as long as there is no problem with the song, you will get the money."

Looking back at the barely tidy house, Guan Yin and the other two knew that this was not the time to fight for their dignity, and only with money could they survive.

(End of this chapter)