“Yes, Master Chang, do you know my teacher?” Chen Xihua nodded slightly, not too surprised.
In truth, she had a hunch that Master Chang was paying special attention to her. From the moment she entered the room, she also noticed that Master Chang was looking for someone.
Later, he was the first to come to her side and watch her write.
"Is Qin boy not planning to come back to Beijing? Why don't you become my apprentice and learn calligraphy from me?" Chang Feng said, his eyes subtly observing Chen Xihua's expression.
“Master Chang, it would be my greatest honor to become your disciple. But how could that be? You and Master Zou are of the same generation, and my teacher would definitely scold me for being disrespectful if he found out. He's very fierce.” Chen Xihua said sincerely, then half-jokingly explained.
"Hehe... He wouldn't dare to be mean to you, you really don't want to?" Chang Feng realized that this girl really didn't have any ideas.
Where did Qin find these students? That's interesting.
"Master Chang, please don't tease your student. When my teacher returns to Beijing, he will definitely give me a good scolding." Chen Xihua could tell that Master Chang was deliberately testing him.
"Alright, no need for apprenticeship. You can come here whenever you have time. Are you interested in learning calligraphy from me?" Chang Feng changed his tone and attitude.
Then she looked at Chen Xihua with a questioning gaze, as if to say, "You don't look down on me, do you?"
"Of course, I will definitely come back to learn from you again. I hope I won't bother you." Chen Xihua readily agreed.
But she was suffering inside. It was one thing to have Old Man Qin alone, but now with Master Chang added to the mix, it was truly a heavy burden.
Seeing Chen Xihua's subtle expression, Chang Feng laughed and walked away.
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I don't know if it's because winter comes quickly in Beijing, or if time just flies by, but 1999 has passed in the blink of an eye, and the new millennium has arrived.
On January 5, 2000, Chen Xihua was taking final exams during her first semester of university. The Spring Festival was relatively late that year, arriving in early February.
A week later, after the final exams, Chen Xihua, along with her eldest and fourth sisters, rushed to catch the train home.
Instead of returning to Yunshi City in southern province to hold a company summary meeting, she went straight to Gaoyang County.
However, she had given advance notice that this year's summary meeting would be held in Gaoyang County.
Chen Xihua had something very important to do and was eager to get home.
Two months ago, she had wanted to take leave to go back to Gaoyang County.
But at that time, I was at a crucial step in the experiment, so I couldn't leave.
Two days later, Chen Xihua, who had already taken the train back to Gaoyang County, wanted to go to the county police station to get her ID card as soon as possible.
Actually, she had registered in advance before starting school in September.
She will turn sixteen in November, so she can register her information two months in advance.
On January 12th, at 3 PM, Chen Xihua and her two sisters returned to Gaoyang County.
Chen Chunhua and Chen Xiuhua went home first, but Chen Xihua couldn't wait. She put down her schoolbag and went straight to the police station.
Ten minutes later, Chen Xihua finally received her ID card.
As she walked out of the police station, she gently held the thin, plastic-coated ID card in her right hand.
Staring at the 18-digit number, Chen Xihua was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
Happy? Yes.
Disappointment? Yes, there is.
Feeling melancholy? Perhaps.
Are you confused? Of course you are.
In the summer of 1990, for the first two days after I arrived, I lay in my maternal grandmother's room with its black earthen walls in Shanghe Village.
Chen Xihua was also filled with mixed feelings at the time.
She transmigrated, not just transmigrated, but transmigrated into a book.
In her spare time, having read many novels, her subconscious thoughts were a jumbled mess, strange and contradictory mix of emotions.
Some might say, "Transmigrating into a book? Isn't that like having a god's-eye view? Isn't the point to reach the pinnacle of life?!"
This is so awesome, it's like having a cheat code!
However, in Chen Xihua's view, if something as mysterious as her time travel had already happened, then could there be something even more mysterious: the original author's pen, which could determine life and death with a single stroke, just like Ma Liang's magic brush.
In her previous life, her best friend enjoyed reading fantasy novels about cultivating immortality. Some of these novels described how outsiders and supernatural beings would be cursed.
Alternatively, you absolutely have to follow the plot trajectory, otherwise you'll suffer from angina or get struck by lightning and all sorts of unpleasant things.
Alternatively, the original author might discover the anomaly and simply remove the characters who deviated from the plot, effectively eliminating them.
At that time, she had all sorts of thoughts, such as whether she should just lie down, give up, be a couch potato, and just survive?
Or perhaps she could go against the original female lead, fight back fiercely, and become the female lead herself?
After thinking about it again, I decided against it; we had no grudges against each other.
Moreover, the unknown is the most terrifying thing.
She couldn't be sure whether this was a real world or a fictional world created by the original author.
Is I just a two-dimensional character, not a real person?
Besides, she didn't know if hiding would guarantee her safety.
Ask her if she's afraid of death. Who isn't?
But she also had a glimmer of hope. So what if she died? Perhaps she could go back to her previous life? Go back to her parents?
However, Chen Xihua quickly rejected all of them.
In her previous life, her grandfather had told her that no matter what happened, no matter how difficult the situation, she should never give up.
Never give up until the very last moment. Sitting around waiting to die is not her style.
Therefore, Chen Xihua made a decision.
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