Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 34: Immediately Conferred the Title of Marquis, Every Family Promised a Loquat Branch, Scenery Outside
A loquat branch that could not be considered a freehand painting fell on the rice paper. Sanheng watched from the side without saying a word for a long time.

"Sanheng, what do you think of this loquat?"

"Loquat..." Sanheng didn't think it looked like a loquat, but just a dead stick with some eggs stuck on it. But since my husband said it was a loquat, I'll just treat it as a loquat.

"Does my husband want to eat loquats? Sanheng should catch up with my wife and go to the market to buy a small basket of loquats for my husband."

"I don't want loquats." Guan Yin actually doesn't like loquats that much, especially after buying 'Chuanbei Loquat Juice' once, he always subconsciously associates loquats with medicine.

The food that he loved to eat as a child was finally given a different meaning, and Guan Yin no longer wanted to see it so much.

But last night when he saw the loquat tree sticking out of the wall, Guan Yin suddenly remembered the time when he was a child waiting for the loquats to ripen - he missed home, his childhood home.

"Madam, that one..." In a trance, Guan Yin forgot how to address the Taoist priest from yesterday.

"Are you talking about Madam's aunt?"

"Yes." Guan Yin nodded, "Yes, is that aunt of Madam your biological aunt?"

"It's my cousin's aunt... Could it be, sir?" Sanheng realized that his words were a little inappropriate, and corrected himself, "Madam's aunt left home and went to the temple when she was young. Many people said that the aunt had a lover, but the lover married someone else."

"But the lady said it was not so."

"Madam has told you so much?" Guan Yin knew that Liu Jiaoan treated Sanheng like a family member, but he didn't expect that she even told Sanheng the story of her own aunt.

Sanheng nodded, not knowing what Guan Yin wanted to express.

"Hey, it's nothing... they are just poor people."

It’s a pity that in this era, any choice girls make will be found to be wrong as long as it does not follow the arrangements of the “majority”.

"Madam's cousin should not feel sorry for herself." After hesitating for a moment, Sanheng continued with this sentence.

Guan Yin nodded, picked up the loquat he had just drawn, and casually added a few leaves: "Sanheng, how do you think it looks now?"

Sanheng didn't know much about painting, but he had seen a lot of things in the Liu family over the years. He knew what a good painting was - regardless of whether the loquat looked like one, the fact that the whole piece of paper was covered with the painting was not right.

What's more, Sanheng remembered that the master said that drawing paper is different from writing paper.

"My husband, this paper is not suitable."

"Ok?"

"My husband, please take your time. Sanheng will go chop some firewood and cook lunch instead."

Sanheng slipped out of the door under the pretext of something, leaving Guan Yin alone in the small room. He wanted to shout out to the window, but in the end he just sat down and sighed at the painting.

Liu Jiaoan's cousin had left early in the morning. The cousin, who had not seen Liu Jiaoan for a long time, pulled her to look at her again and again - the cousin was older than Liu's father, so talking about the sweetheart or not was simply nonsense.

"It seems that there is really no way to look at this painting."

There is a difference between raw rice paper and cooked rice paper. Sanheng's words just now awakened Guan Yin, who was in a moment of excitement. Now looking at the painting in his hand again, the latter also feels that the nose is not a nose and the eyes are not eyes.

"Hey... why didn't the original body directly persuade Liu Jiaoan to become a nun? Was it because of this cousin?"

When they were young, they went boating on the lake together. When my wife was young, my cousin went to the mountains. The more Guan Yin thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong: maybe what he thought was the first meeting was that this cousin had already recognized his identity. How many flaws did he reveal along the way? Calming down and sitting in front of the desk, Guan Yin decided to sort out his thoughts according to what this cousin said.

After dipping the brush in ink, Guan Yin wrote the first word on the paper: "Li".

After a while, Guan Yin confirmed his own interpretation of this "li". It was the "li" of "leave", not the "li" of "leave with" - as long as he stayed here for one more day, he would respect the choice of Liu Jiaoan and his original body.

"Live". Alive? Live well? Live a life? Guan Yin couldn't figure it out, so he picked up the pen and wrote the next word: "Li".

"Travel"? "Experience"? Or is it "history" as he has always believed? Or is it a more profound word, "training"?
Just when Guan Yin felt like a primary school student doing a word combination homework, San Heng walked in again, holding a bowl of warm porridge: "Husband, this is what Madam warmed up for you early in the morning. You didn't drink it this morning, and San Heng thought you should be free now... so he warmed it up again."

Guan Yin was indeed free. He was so free that he spent a long time putting words together, but he still refused to see clearly what he wanted.

"Okay, Sanheng, have you drunk it?"

"Sanheng and his wife have already drunk it."

After Sanheng finished speaking, he was about to go out to do something, but Guan Yin stopped him: "Sanheng, I want to ask you something."

"You can choose not to answer if you don't want to."

"Just tell me, my husband." San Heng didn't know what questions Guan Yin had to ask. He put his hands that were originally clinging to the door frame to his side and stood straight in front of the desk. "If San Heng knows anything, he will definitely tell my husband."

"Why did you follow the lady in the first place?"

San Heng knew what Guan Yin was asking. He was stunned for a moment, but his eyes did not evade at all: "Because the wife chose the husband."

Different questions, same answers. If other people heard it, they would probably suspect that Sanheng had other intentions towards Liu Jiaoan. However, Guan Yin could see that every time Sanheng looked at Liu Jiaoan, there was no so-called "deliberate forbearance" in his gaze. It was very pure, so pure that it made people wonder if he had other intentions.

However, at this moment, it seems that Liu Jiaoan has nothing worth Sanheng's pursuit.

"Didn't you persuade the lady?"

"With my physical condition, I can't be made a marquis right away, nor do I have the ability to pass the imperial examination and become the top scholar. Let my wife..."

"I did persuade her." After the last experience, San Heng did not try to hide his intentions and said frankly, "But my wife still chose my husband."

Sanheng left, and Guan Yin looked at the painted headband that he had crumpled into a ball. Not long after, he tried to flatten the paper a little bit... From the wrinkles of the paper, Guan Yin was pleasantly surprised to find something, and hurriedly lifted it up to face the distant mountains, and then put it down in frustration.

"Every mountain is higher than the other."

"wrong!"''

"Every mountain looks different, so how come there are no two mountains that are alike?"

"There are always people who are better than you. Your parents don't expect you to become the top scholar in the province. It's good enough that you can get into the school you want to go to."

"Guan Yin!"

Just now, I heard my parents' admonitions. Who is disturbing my sweet dream now? Guan Yin actually knows that this person can't be anyone else but Cheng Heng.

(End of this chapter)