Chapter 16
Zhang Yunniang pursed her lips and smiled secretly. She had just wanted to sneak away because she wanted to hide the preserved fruits first and take them out after the people left.
The capacity of the small clay pot was not very large. She had just eaten half of it by herself, and there was half a jar left, but the capacity of the jar was small.
Jun Qingxuan looked at the two people smiling, and took the preserved fruit in confusion.
After finishing eating, his eyes lit up, "Anything else?"
The two of them waved their hands together, "No more, really no more."
Jun Qingxuan tilted his head and looked at Jun Qingmo. He didn't believe it. He just saw Jun Qingmo seemed to reach out and take something like a jar.
"Second brother, your blanket is untied. Let me help you straighten it out."
He had only said half of his words when he lifted a corner of the blanket, revealing the small pottery jar underneath.
Jun Qingmo grabbed the pottery jar with one hand and awkwardly clenched his other hand into a fist against his lips, pretending to cough.
Zhang Yunniang pursed her lips and blinked at the sky.
It was a bit embarrassing for the two of them to try to eat alone but get caught.
"Ahem, uh, do you still want to eat?"
"certainly."
Jun Qingxuan had never seen Jun Qingmo like this before. He was no longer the strict and well-behaved young man from a noble family. He looked a bit like a little rascal.
"Don't eat secretly. I'll go make some tea."
The two nodded to indicate that they heard it.
"Second brother, I really envy you." Jun Qingxuan was afraid of being misunderstood, so he quickly explained, "You have close friends by your side, so life won't be so boring."
After Zhang Yunniang came back, he found that Jun Qingmo instantly became relaxed and no longer looked as aloof as before.
The two of them get along like close friends who have known each other for many years. There is no ambiguity, but there is a tacit understanding and warmth.
Jun Qingmo glanced at Zhang Yunniang and sighed, "The suffering is insignificant."
After they left, Zhang Yunniang asked, "What are you doing here, my Lord?"
"Come and take a look, and remind me that my father's birthday is next month."
"Don't we have to prepare a birthday gift?"
"Yeah." Jun Qingmo nodded, looking uninterested. People wouldn't appreciate cheap gifts, and he couldn't afford expensive ones right now.
"I heard that the Second Young Master's calligraphy is excellent. How about hand-painting a scroll of a hundred-year-old painting? It wouldn't cost much to frame it, and it would be a true expression of sincerity and filial piety."
"I'll listen to you." All the little property I have is in other people's pockets, so of course I have to listen to their advice.
He doesn't have much money now, and there is no need to pretend to be rich. He is no longer welcome anyway, so no matter what the gift is, no one will care.
This matter was decided hastily and appropriately.
To save money, Zhang Yunniang has recently been learning to be a tailor. She plans to make some of her inner clothes, shoes and socks herself in the future. After all, when you wear them inside, no one else can see whether they look good or not, or whether the workmanship is good or not.
The people at the bottom of feudal society were simple and reluctant to throw anything away. The original owner had never thrown away the old clothes he had worn and no longer wanted, but had folded them neatly in the closet.
Now that she has found it, there are plenty of fabrics for her to practice on.
She fiddled with the needle and thread and strips of cloth, and sewed a simple rag doll for herself. Now she was making clothes for the doll.
To see if it works, try it out first. If you can make small items, then making large items will just require more fabric.
She was sitting on the steps of the porch outside the study, where she could get a little sun without being too sunburned. She was currently gesturing on a rag doll with a piece of cloth.
It feels like going back to my childhood, holding a Barbie doll and taking out a set of small fashions to try on them.
Things in the world are so magical. Even though you encounter a certain scene for the first time, it feels like you have seen the same scene before.
Now, in this strange, alien world, with the sun streaming down from above, she felt a sense of familiarity. Perhaps it was because she had been here long enough.
She took the scissors and began to cut. It seemed that she had grown up and her needlework had become much more skillful. The stitches that she had sewn crookedly before were now fine and straight even if she took her time.
I was just praising myself in my heart when I slapped my head and said, "Haha, I forgot that you also contributed to this."
When she was bored, she would talk to "Zhang Yunniang" in her heart. Although her original body was no longer there, this body reminded her all the time that she was an outsider.
The consciousness is hers, and she is the one who controls this body, but this body is definitely not hers.
The muscle memories and past experiences of her original body would pop up from time to time, telling her that she was taking over someone else's place.
But this was not her own will, she had never thought of occupying someone else's body.
She came here inexplicably. She had tried to die once, but she couldn't jump into the river, hang herself, or end her life.
How wonderful it is to be alive. When a person dies, he has no consciousness and disappears in the vast world. There is no pain, no fatigue, no joy, and no sadness.
It was as if time stopped at the moment I lost consciousness, like a machine with the shutdown switch pressed.
When the switch is turned back on at a certain moment, the sense of touch, smell and vision all come back at once. You can see colors everywhere, taste delicious food and smell the fragrance of flowers. This real feeling makes people linger.
Even if I experience these things from another perspective, I don't seem to reject it.
When she first came here, she always felt that she was depriving others of their lives. Later, she went to the temple, set up a tablet for the real "Zhang Yunniang", and lit a perpetual lamp. The abbot's guidance also allowed her to gradually let go of the grudge in her heart.
The original body has already died. If she had not taken over, this body would have been a pile of bones. Now that she holds "Zhang Yunniang" in her heart, why can't she regard it as the original body still alive in another form?
She took her to see the prosperity of the world, to feel the sunshine and rain, to enjoy delicious food, and to experience all kinds of things in the world. In a sense, the two of them were together.
In fact, her inner torment does not stop there. Her relatives, friends, and experiences from her past life would pop up from time to time.
Living habits can be changed, and she can adapt to everything here, but the longing for love is unsolvable.
When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she would often burst into tears when thinking about her past life, and her emotions would not be relieved for a long time.
Is this the true meaning of Meng Po’s bowl of soup in the myth?
All the past events will disappear with the passing of time, and having memories is not necessarily a good thing.
It is so painful to think about you but not be able to see you.
So, she placed a "Zhang Yunniang" in her heart, so that whenever she had troubles or was sad, she would have a way to relieve herself.
Otherwise, she was afraid that at some point, when her longing reached its peak, her emotions would collapse.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't move for a long time, as if she was frozen. So when Jun Qingmo came out for some fresh air, he saw her like a wooden man, motionless.
"What are you doing?"
Jun Qingmo looked at the rag doll in the man's hand. Well, it could barely be called a rag doll. It was just a ball on top of a cylinder, and four small cylinders as limbs. It was quite simple.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Seeing that the person still didn't say anything, he tugged at the corner of the person's clothes, and Zhang Yunniang finally came to her senses.
"What are you thinking about? You look so absorbed."
"Well, this is a bit too ugly." Zhang Yunniang was pulled out of her thoughts. Seeing that it was Jun Qingmo, she smiled at him and made up an excuse to fool him.
"It's very ugly." Jun Qingmo was relieved to see that there was nothing wrong with her, and nodded to show his approval.
"......" Zhang Yunniang looked at the man with disgust after he looked at her. This man was not like this before. Why is he speaking so harshly now?
In front of her, can you please pay a little attention to the basic etiquette between people?
"What's this for? Are you trying to stab someone? Has anyone offended you? Are you cursing me to die soon so you can pack up and run away?"
Jun Qingmo had heard of the practice of making a doll with a paper doll. On the back of the doll, one had to stick a piece of yellow paper with the birth date and name written in cinnabar.
"...I was planning to use it to stab you." Is she such a dark-minded person?
"Can you write the three characters 'Jun Qingmo' clearly? How about I teach you?"
"...You're an amateur here. You can't write, but can I draw a villain? To tell you the truth, drawing a villain on the back of the person you want to murder is more effective than the birth chart."
"Oh, that's quite an eye-opener. Even if you were to do this, you'd have to do it in the dead of night, behind the backs of others. You're going to do it in the sun, right under the nose of God?"
The tone was extremely sarcastic and deserved a beating. Zhang Yunniang could not stand it any longer and her hands holding the sewing basket were squeezing until it made a crackling sound.
"Eh? I'm just confused. It's only been a short time. How come you've become so sharp-tongued? You're like a quail out there, unable to say a word. Why haven't I seen you be so sharp-tongued?"
"Hasn't anyone taught me that knowing the times makes a man of honor? If I cause trouble outside, won't I be the one who suffers in the end? Of course I have to be careful with my words and actions and be humble."
Zhang Yunniang put down the sewing basket in her hand and looked carefully at the person in front of her. Well, he looked energetic and strong. Could it be that this person was replaced by someone else like her?
She looked from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top. According to her experience, if one wanted to change the core, the original owner had to die first before the outsider could invade.
Since she took over, there shouldn't be a chance for this person to have his core replaced, right? She's been taking good care of him, right?
The possibility of changing the core is zero, so there is only one possibility: this person has become a bad person.
"Second Young Master, you are a gentleman, a young man as beautiful as jade. You will achieve great things in the future. But please don't learn from me. I was born a beggar, so it's normal for me to be rude. You can't do that. You must abide by the rules and regulations and not be so rude and disrespectful."
"Oh? Really? Didn't you teach me that? Don't worry too much about what others think. Being happy is the most important thing.
"Your body is your own. If you get angry, you'll be the only one who suffers. Others will just laugh at you."
"I think what you said makes sense. After breaking the rules and being unreasonable, I feel relieved."
"......" Don't offend the educated people. The perverts who have read books are unbearable.
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