Horse-head Wall Reflects the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 65: The Three Springs Reflect the Mirror, and the Secret Truth Is Revealed
When he saw the teacher for the first time, Guan Yin knew that the person in front of him had changed his heart to someone else - Cheng Heng.

"Two girls..." When he saw Guan Yin, or when Cheng Heng just arrived in the world where Cheng Jianwei was, Cheng Heng only felt that the ink that the young man Liu gave him was still in his hand, leaving an indescribable fragrance.

"Cheng Heng?"

The moment Guan Yin opened his mouth, Cheng Heng was stunned, and even the smart Liu Jiaoan was stunned for a moment.

"It's me." What surprised Cheng Heng was that Guan Yin actually recognized him. "It seems... this isn't a dream?"

Unlike Cheng Heng, Liu Jiaoan's shock came more from the worry that it would be more difficult to find out the truth.

When Cheng Heng gradually came to his senses, he looked at Guan Yin with a hint of resentment: "Don't tell me he is a teacher..."

"Yes." There was no need to give a detailed introduction to both parties. Guan Yin knew that Liu Jiaoan should have already connected the person in front of him with the 'person in his dream' he had mentioned, and there was no need for him to waste his time and emotions on this.

However, when Cheng Heng came, someone had written the script. Guan Yin could simply switch identities with Cheng Heng.

The private school of Cheng Jianwei was not the one Cheng Heng had just left. The floor space alone was more than half that of the private school. But Cheng Heng was happy with it—one person in a large empty room.

When night falls, the white wall illuminated by the moonlight is like a mirror, seemingly able to illuminate all the secrets in people's hearts.

Cheng Heng was alone, in another era, in a courtyard without anyone to accompany him. After a while, he was inevitably in a trance. The people in the four directions of the world were of course prisoners. They could not trap Cheng Heng, but they trapped Cheng Heng's heart in a place where he could not do much.

"It's great to see you." If he was alone for a little longer, Cheng Heng would even doubt which was reality, which was a dream, and which was the era he originally lived in. "It means that I really just had an argument with that boss."

Perhaps because he had been doing this job for a long time, Guan Yin felt inexplicably distressed when he heard Cheng Heng's words, but he didn't know how to express it.

Cheng Heng is straightforward and can't tolerate any sand in his eyes. But in his heart, he is still a student who has not really entered the society. Guan Yin can be regarded as the only one he relies on in his "foreign land" - besides that, although the hometown with white walls and black tiles is nice, it always makes people elusive about the past and the present.

"We'll talk about these things later... Do you still have the original memory of Cheng Jianwei?" Although the information Cheng Jianwei obtained had already been passed on to himself and Liu Jiaoan, he came to the former today to analyze the clues. The moment Guan Yin saw the different 'Cheng Jianwei', he could be said to be 'surprised and happy'.

"No." Cheng Heng answered simply, and just looked around the unbelievably tidy room, "I can still pretend to be a teacher."

"Then you should quickly search this room to see if there is any diary he wrote down..."

"Who keeps a diary?"

Cheng Heng's words choked Guan Yin. When he opened his mouth to say something else, Guan Yin realized that "diary" seemed to be a homework that elementary and junior high school teachers gave to students to write in a continuous manner, and it rarely came from the students' heart.

"Uh, that's not what I meant." Cheng Heng once again misunderstood Guan Yin's thoughts, thinking that the latter had the habit of taking notes on a daily basis, and explained awkwardly, "What I meant is that pens, ink, paper and inkstone are not cheap. Even if this original body was a teacher, looking at this house, it is considered poor."

"Where can I find the extra time and money to write a diary?"

Before Cheng Heng finished speaking, he was busy looking for some water to make tea for the two girls. He searched for tea but couldn't find any, which only made the originally silent atmosphere even quieter.

The three of them sat around a small desk. Cheng Heng wanted to speak several times, but finally, after pouring another glass of water for the two girls, he sat down with his hands hanging down - if he didn't sit down, Cheng Heng was even worried that he would be treated as someone with ADHD.

"So is there anything I can do to help?"

"The person Cheng Jianwei found is already dead." Guan Yin began to sort out the existing information. "My cousin said that the Liu family was also involved in the construction of the dam."

"Then why don't you use a self-torture trick, Miss Liu, and go back home to ask your father about it." Cheng Heng's reasoning was very quick. "But to be honest, those who can survive such a big event are not ordinary people."

Having written so many stories and played so many characters, it is hard for Cheng Heng to say that he has no doubts about the candidates now.

People involved in the incident were either dead or injured, and most of the survivors had to worry about their livelihoods. Not even a single person could be found. How come Liu's father was able to live well?

This kind of thing is obvious. Either Liu's father is really smooth, or he got away early, or...

"Cheng Heng, you need to have evidence when speaking."

To be honest, when piecing together these messy pieces of information, Guan Yin did wonder how likely it was that "Father Liu" would be the answer to this unjust case. But without evidence, and since the two families were so close, Guan Yin couldn't speak carelessly.

What's more, when Guan's father was imprisoned, Liu's father's official position could truly be regarded as a "ninth-rank official". It was said that he tried his best to run around for Guan's father, but in the end, he couldn't even open the door of the high-ranking official with whom he had a say!

"Isn't this easy? You show up in your original identity and see who comes looking for you. Doesn't that mean the other party is guilty?"

Cheng Heng’s method is very direct, but novels are novels. The heroine of the novel may have a prince, a prince, a regent behind her, or she may simply become the "first female prime minister in the creation of the world", holding a secret book on cultivating immortals, and ascend directly to the top of Mount Huangshan - no one knows what will happen if you die in this place, and no one even knows where the original body has gone.

By observing the process and details, Guan Yin knew that this was a kind-hearted person who knew how to repay kindness.

Even the original script written by Guan Tongtong can be as vivid as a letter from an old friend.

But this era cannot be as kind as the people living here. This is clearly an era where people are eaten without leaving any bones.

"People are afraid of death, but what they fear even more is meaningless sacrifice." Cheng Heng is the kind of person who dares to do anything as long as he has determined the goal and has a clear conscience, but Guan Yin is different.

The normal college and several months of internship as a middle school history teacher and class teacher had already honed Guan Yin to be "cautious". After drinking the water in the cup, Guan Yin looked at Cheng Heng with an encouraging and soothing look: "Think twice before you act."

We cannot just do things according to our own self-righteous ideas, and we cannot apply miracles in novels to ourselves. Based on the dialectical materialist view of history, Guan Yin believes that if he wants to redress the injustice done to his father, the most appropriate thing is to "follow the local customs" and act according to the logic of the time.

"So what? Can I take the imperial examination and become the top scholar?"

"Okay." Guan Yin did not deny the feasibility of Cheng Heng's bold idea, "But..."

"Are you really studying history? Don't look down on the ancients. I can't even write that kind of calligraphy." "It's not as easy as you think."

The two people's words were spoken one after the other, overlapping each other, as if they were in sync with each other, or more like two people of the same age, although they had their own colorful youth.

Liu Jiaoan just sat aside, his eyes quietly cast on the two people. Whether it was friendship or love, it shouldn't be what his father pursued... I hope, I hope that what he heard from his father when he was young still counts, and will always count.

"Jiaoan, what do you think about this matter? We have finally come out of this, and I can't send you back to the Liu family." There was only one reason why Guan Yin had never thought of relying on Liu Jiaoan to go home to find out some news, and that was his original body.

When the original body was busy with her own affairs, she still reached out to pull Liu Jiaoan out of that ill-matched and doomed unhappy marriage. The latter finally left the quagmire of the Liu family. If it were the original body, she would definitely not drag Liu Jiaoan back into it for her own sake!
"Why don't I go ask my cousin aunt? If she comes home, my father and the others won't be able to say anything."

My cousin is a lay person. If she returns to the Liu family with a purpose, it will disturb her quiet practice and will also be easily noticed. Even if this matter has nothing to do with the Liu family, it is easy to alert the enemy.

After Liu Jiaoan said that, he also felt that it was not a good idea. Guan Yin finally sighed: "The most appropriate way now is still the imperial examination."

There is a reason why people in their hometowns focus on farming and studying. If it is a peaceful era, reading can really change a person's life and even bring unexpected changes to a place.

"I will work with you on teaching." Guan Yin's eyes shifted back to Cheng Heng, "If we can find a few good people who care about their country, this will be more likely to succeed."

Guan Yin knew that it would take more than a day to clear Guan's father's name. The original body and Cheng Jianwei had been working on this for so long, but they still hadn't found any useful information.

Is it because they don't work hard enough? Of course not.

Neither of them holds an official position, and some were even trapped in the music school, where even their freedom was hard to come by - how could they shake this intertwined chain of interests and rights?
"As for the Liu family, there is no need to worry. If I pass the imperial examination or achieve success in this private school, there will naturally be thousands of ways to return to the Liu family." Guan Yin said sincerely and did not hide his "doubts".

But this was something the original body needed to do and something to think about. Guan Yin finally changed from not intervening to subconsciously thinking about it...

"Then what should I do?" After making arrangements for a long time, Cheng Heng felt that he was somewhat neglected. After all, he had not yet found a position that suited him. "Can I make money by writing scripts?"

"can."

Yes, it is possible. Cheng Heng even felt that Guan Yin was fooling him.

"If possible, you can also try this imperial examination."

What Guan Yin said made sense. At this moment, Cheng Heng thought of his own calligraphy: "If I had known, I would have practiced calligraphy well."

There is no regret medicine in the world, but living in a busy and fast-paced era, it is not easy for Cheng Heng to stick to his favorite opera career...

There were no more clues to exchange, and no changes that could be made at once. Guan Yin and the other two were left sitting opposite each other in silence.

"Can you still go back?"

Liu Jiaoan asked the question that had been on Guan Yin and Cheng Heng's mind for a long time: "Don't you know how to get back?"

This sentence was met with another long silence. After a while, Guan Yin stood up, poured water for everyone, and slowly sighed.

"I'll go back with Sanheng first, and you two can reminisce about the past." Liu Jiaoan knew that her words would make the two of them feel even more uncomfortable, but for some reason, this idea lingered in her mind and she couldn't help but express it.

In fact, Cheng Heng and Guan Yin didn't have any old friendship to talk about. The two had only met a few times in Hongcun. If they hadn't met several times in dreams since they traveled through time, they would have been no different from strangers with no intersection.

"What do you think of being a teacher?" After Liu Jiaoan left, Cheng Heng was the first to speak, "Sometimes I really don't know what is the most appropriate thing to do."

“What you think is good or bad may not be correct in the true sense.”

"Yes..." Guan Yin nodded. At least Cheng Heng hadn't faced any difficult parents, and hadn't met any students who were diligent and hardworking but really limited by their talents, which made the teachers sigh.

"But in fact, they are all the same. The stories you write are also educating people." Guan Yin once regarded the opera stage as a battlefield for "talented scholars and beautiful women". After seeing the stories himself, he realized that "talented scholars and beautiful women" is also a reflection of an era and is no worse than any form of education.

Cheng Heng finally found the tea.

Cheng Heng took the hot water to brew the tea, and wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with Guan Yin. However, the tea in the cup did not look like the new tea of this year. The tea leaves were yellow-green and dark green, and even the fragrance was a little dispersed.

"So are we going to stay here for long?"

"Let's finish the task at hand first." Guan Yin didn't know when it would end. He could even tell that the person in front of him was more confused about "going back" than he was.

"I originally thought that I could go back if I left the script I wrote... This inexplicable journey through time has taught me a lot."

"Um……"

Neither of them could say "make the best of it". A cup of dry-smelling tea seemed to be telling the two people something - just like youth fades away, and also like youth is not permanent after all.

"Do you think we can still leave?"

"do not know."

"Survive first and solve the problem first."

At this time, Guan Yin suddenly understood: So farming and studying to pass on the family seem to be the best ways. The former is a way to survive, and the latter is a way to pursue a better life.

As for doing business, the two of them had not thought about it yet. Without money and without the ability to do business, if it was Liu Jiaoan, there might be a glimmer of hope - Liu Jiaoan had always been very smart.

The bright blue sky in the patio is like a sapphire cut into four squares. It is extremely beautiful, but the loneliness is also unavoidable.