Jin Ping Mei in Troubled Times (1-52) Author: Bu Yecheng

Author: Bu Yecheng
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Jin Ping Mei in Chaotic Times*

Chapter 1: Actually, I'm an Actor

A dark night is the perfect time for murder, a high wind is the perfect time for arson. A deathly silence enveloped the surroundings, the air thick with a suffocating
smell. The night was terrifyingly quiet, save for the occasional strange
cry . On this seemingly ordinary night, atop a high wall, a breathtaking
life-or-death duel was unfolding.

My hand slowly reached for the Azure Falcon Wing Blade at my waist, the silver bat-shaped inlay on the hilt gleaming with a chilling
light. My grip on the hilt tightened involuntarily. Faced with such a powerful, almost invincible
opponent , to fight or to flee? Did I have a choice? The answer was no, because she had already made her move. Before her
, her sword moved—the legendary sword no one had ever seen. Because all who had seen it had died by that sword. She
was none other than the legendary number one assassin in the martial arts world, the "Sex and the Beast" (a reference to a legendary assassin).
Unexpectedly, she was such a young and beautiful woman; what a huge secret! However, soon,
this secret will be buried with my departed life. This fleeting moment of glory will once again make it one of the most mysterious and unsolved mysteries of the martial arts world. Should I be
grateful for this? Perhaps, after all, I'm among the few who know the answer, but for this
mystery, we all have to pay the price with our lives. Is it worth it? No, we absolutely cannot sit idly by and wait to die. I, the Azure-Winged Bat Demon,
have dominated the martial arts world for decades; how can I lack the courage to fight to the death at this critical juncture? Whether I stick my neck out or not
, I'll still fight! With a thrust of my sword, a two-foot-eight-foot-long, two-palm-wide, bluish-purple broadsword
shot out to meet the oncoming attack. The incoming sword energy pierced through the air.

Cold, so cold. Was this still sword energy? It felt more like the biting wind from beyond the pass, sending chills down my spine. I
hurriedly circulated my qi to resist the cold, but before I could even move, I was enveloped by the sword energy. "Oh no!" I thought with
a start A murderous aura rushed towards me from above. I hastily retreated, but after only a few meters, a
figure in pink flashed past.

She raised her hand, and I was sent flying by with a palm strike. With a flick of her long sleeve, she pulled me back. She kicked me,
sending me crashing into an ancient tree in the distance. She thrust her sword, and I fell to the ground. The director yelled "Cut!" and I finished filming.

Why am I always the one who gets hurt? It's outrageous! Lying on the half-foot-thick foam mat, my body feels like it
doesn't belong to me anymore. We've been filming for sixteen hours straight today. Those big stars get at least
three hours of rest after filming for an hour, but us nobody's get a moment's rest. We're extras,
stunt doubles general helpers. We get up earlier than the roosters, sleep later than the cats, work harder than oxen, and eat worse than pigs.
We've been so busy since filming started that we barely have time to breathe, and in the end, we don't even get a chance to be credited in the end credits. Sometimes I think it's really
not worth it, but for my ideals, I accept it. I've been doing odd jobs and running errands on film sets since I was seventeen or eighteen, and now I'm
twenty-seven. I've been acting for ages, but haven't landed a single role. I've been in quite a few movies, but never
even had a proper screen time. If a director's in a good mood and gives me a chance to appear on screen, that's considered incredibly lucky. But I've never lost
faith in myself. I believe that with my own efforts, one day I can become a great actor.

What? You don't believe me? Pshaw… Even though I didn't get that piece of paper from a proper film academy
, I still grew up in a family with a long history in the film industry.

My mom sells tickets at the cinema; my uncle works as a film distributor; my aunt works as a film projectionist;
and my second uncle works as a parking attendant at the cinema.

Hey, I'm talking to you, what are you laughing at? We have this kind of family background, after all. So many people have contributed to the film industry, right?

I'm not bragging, I've seen more movies than you've watched TV. When I was still a baby, my mom would
take me to the movies, not because I wanted to, but because there was no one to look after me. Only after I started remembering things did I realize that movies
had become an indispensable part of my life. The first phrase I learned was

a line from a movie; the first song I knew was a movie theme song; the picture cards I played with with the kids in the compound were expired movie tickets; even the book

covers I used to cover my schoolbooks were movie posters. You could say that before kindergarten, movies were everything to me.

When I was five or six years old, in our small town... The film industry in the town was at its peak.
People had few forms of entertainment, and many families didn't even own televisions, so watching a movie was a
matter of great pride. If someone had seen a film, the entire area within a 500-meter radius could hear them recounting the entire plot.
The listeners were captivated, and the storytellers spoke with great enthusiasm, often pausing at the most exciting parts
, taking a sip of tea to whet the audience's appetite. Their level of expertise was so high that even the renowned storyteller Shan Tianfang
would have given them a thumbs up. It was in that era that film spurred a renewed
boom , enriching the spiritual lives of the town's residents.

The good times didn't last. Gradually, within a few years, the people in the small town began to forget about movies. The
cinema was converted into a roller skating rink, and the ticket booths were filled with all sorts of video game consoles. Watching
the expressive faces and exaggerated laughter of children my age in front of the game consoles, watching their swift
movements , I wavered. Perhaps our generation would never need movies again.
It wasn't until later, after watching a Hong Kong action movie in a video rental store on the street, that I regained my former confidence.
Actually, movies had never left me; it's just that the small town was too isolated. So, I had the idea of
trying my luck . One sunny morning, despite my family's objections, I resolutely boarded
a train to Guangzhou. I was sixteen years old that year.

Arriving in Guangzhou, I realized how vast the world truly is! To survive, I worked as a waiter, washed dishes, did sales,
set up a small street stall, sold pirated goods, and even worked in insurance. Once, an insurance company boss saw my good performance and
wanted me to work for him, but I refused. Finally, through my relentless efforts, I managed to get a job as
a handyman in a Hong Kong film crew shooting in mainland China. At the time, I was really excited, thinking I had already entered the film industry.
Fortunately, reality hit me hard, completely waking me from my youthful arrogance. So I started working diligently on film sets,
though I changed sets a few times along the way. Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. Traveling all over the country, I've learned
a lot on set, but I've also seen through a lot. Wanting to get acting roles isn't just about hard work; you have to follow the rules of the industry.
Take this film I just started shooting today, for example. It was originally supposed to be about
a group of men doing chivalrous deeds, but then a young woman suddenly appeared—the current female lead—who just killed me... [link to a website/website] You say some fresh-faced girl from a third-rate film academy, how could she
completely ? You know the answer without me saying it. Just look at how often Mr. Li, the investor, visits the set, and the way
that girl's eyes are fixed on him. Anyone with eyes can understand eight or nine out of ten.

I slammed my fist on the foam mat, sighed deeply, "Why am I just a man? If I were a
girl, I'd probably be even more famous than Shu Qi. I

've thought about it too. When I get a rich woman to invest in the film, I'll go all out. With my looks , getting screen time shouldn't be too difficult, hahaha." 　　Lost in my daydream, a slap on the head pulled me back to reality. 　　"Ouch, Brother Wang, take it easy." 　　"You little brat, you get itchy skin every three days." It was Brother Wang, older than me... I managed to get a job as a production assistant through some connections. I always showed him some appreciation, so he treated me fairly well. "Get up, get up, put away the mats. You're still pretending to be dead, or I'll spank you!" 　　With a flick of his wrist, I sprang up. Haha, missed. 　　Seeing me jump, Brother Wang called to the short-haired guy not far away, "Xiao Zhang, find someone else to drag the mats back." 　　"Okay, Brother Wang, coming right away." 　　Hearing there was work to do, I slipped away. 　　"Don't run away, you little brat." A large hand gripped my shoulder tightly. 　　"Gently, gently, Brother Wang, can't you let me rest for a bit? We just finished filming the [full movie], right? Besides, I just fell from such a height, can't you at least take care of me?" 　　"Take care of you? Haven't I taken care of you enough? You're just lazy, you think you can get hurt from such a small fall? With your skills , you could be three or four meters higher and be fine. The G group doesn't tolerate idlers." 　　"Brother Wang, it's not that I'm not giving you face, it's just that the pay is too low. Tell me, how can I be motivated to work so hard for such a small amount?" 　　"You earn so much every month, but you don't have time to spend it." 　　"Brother Wang, I'm really impressed. You have money to burn, why worry about where to spend it? Honestly, a few thousand dollars a month isn't even enough for one shopping trip. Now I'm even powerless when I see a beautiful woman." 　　"I knew you weren't a good guy, always up to these womanizing schemes. It's a good thing you're broke; if you were rich, who knows how many men would be heartbroken, how many would jump into the river?" " 　　Hey, Brother Wang, that doesn't sound right to me. It makes me sound like some kind of social troublemaker. Don't you know me? I don't have what you're saying. If it were true, I wouldn't almost thirty and still single." 　　"Come on, your tricks might fool others, but don't try to show off to me. You've had more than a platoon, if not a whole company, of women, haven't you?" 　　I couldn't really argue with Brother Wang. Over the years, traveling all over with the film crew, I 'd built up connections within the crew, had a silver tongue, and, well, I'm quite handsome , haha, I always managed to hook up with a pretty girl or two wherever I went. But then again, it was all just playing along. Acting is a natural talent, and most of those girls were very cooperative with the script and found their niche. They were only pretending to be with me; they just wanted to use me as a stepping stone to get into the film industry. Everyone knew this, so there was no pressure in our interactions. Since I'd taken advantage of them, I should at least do something in return. I'm not like some irresponsible directors who just take advantage of people and then walk away, showing no professional ethics whatsoever. That's a disgrace to the film industry, isn't it? I'm not that kind of person. I usually introduce them to directors and other bigwigs; whether they succeed depends on their own luck. But then again, the film industry isn't as simple as those naive young girls think. At least so far, none of the girls have received a fair return for their efforts. At most , a couple of people with outstanding looks and a bit of cunning might manage to snag a minor supporting role through my connections with a certain director [full text], just a fleeting appearance in the film. Want to make it big? Heh heh, look at me, after all these years I've only achieved so much, you should know it's not that easy. 　　"Brother Wang, aren't you just making fun of me? Don't you know those women? They're all secretly plotting something. They have their ulterior motives, and I have my physical needs. In the end, it's just a transaction. Once we've satisfied our desires, we'll go our separate ways." 　　"Haha, you make such a sordid thing sound perfectly natural. Why didn't I have your political awareness when ?" 　　"Even if you had my political awareness back then, you'd need my physical fitness. Haha." 　　"Hey, you're getting cocky, aren't you? Daring to tease your brother, you've grown some guts, haven't you? Don't run away, let me show you what physical fitness is all about." 　　Before Brother Wang could make a move, I had already dashed far away. Just kidding, all these years of training haven't been for nothing. Running and shouting, "No, Brother Wang, I was wrong, okay?" 　　Seeing Brother Wang swaying his slightly overweight body, determinedly chasing after me, I couldn't bear to torment his old bones any longer, so I quickly went to meet him. 　　"Here, have a smoke to cool down, oh dear, be gentle, don't hit my face, the cigarette fell..." 　　After a good scolding, Brother Wang finally regained some face. But his blows didn't hurt me at all.

I treated it like a massage, relaxing my muscles and bones. Feels good!

"Haha, you little rascal, you're such a brat, you're always getting into trouble. Oh well, you can't deny getting old,
back in your younger days you'd be bedridden by now."

"Yes, yes, yes, with your skills, anyone in the group who doesn't respect me, Little Song, will be the first to get their hands on you.
If it weren't for what you did last night, you were... well, you were off your game, right? Haha, I'd be down too today."

"You... looks like you haven't had enough of a beating yet."

"No, Brother Wang, let's talk about something serious. Last night, while you were out having fun with Director Zhang and the others,
I was doing manual labor on set."

I handed him a cigarette, lit it, picked up the one that had fallen on the ground, lit it myself, took a deep drag, and said, "Look
, this film is almost finished, and there's nothing for me to do on set anymore. It doesn't matter if I'm here or not.
Can you give me a couple of days off so I can go to the city and have some fun? You can't be so ungrateful, can you?"

Brother Wang blew a puff of secondhand smoke in my face, and his usual businesslike expression returned. "Sigh
... the crew is busy, we're short-handed."

"Brother Wang, you know me, I'm good at some fighting, but doing odd jobs isn't my forte.
Look, the play's almost finished, I'm not really of much use here, am I? Don't worry, it'll only be two days, I won't
forget ."

"Haha, I knew you couldn't stay still when you're free. Okay, just two days. If you come back late, you'll have
to explain to Director Zhang yourself. Don't make me clean up your messes every time."

"No way, I promise I'll be back on time. I'll pack up now and leave first thing tomorrow morning. Thanks,
Brother Wang ." Haha, the feeling of freedom is so... great! Okay, ladies, here I come!

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Chapter 2: Shopping Like a Man

(Updated: 2010-06-28 16:07:19, 10128 words
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In Jinan city, at the entrance of the bustling Quancheng Road commercial street, I, looking like a released convict, kept sizing up
the beautiful women passing by. I

had already prepared my lines; after all, I'm a seasoned veteran, and dealing with these
young girls, full of beautiful dreams about the glamorous world yet lacking in understanding, was a piece of cake.

Just look at my Pierre Cardin outfit, which I'd spent a fortune on for the great cause of picking up girls, and
it already transformed my originally handsome and dashing image into that of a seasoned high-ranking figure in the film industry.

Add to that my silver tongue—I can talk a mile a minute—and no matter what type of girl, after my relentless,
rambling onslaught, very few will retain their composure, provided
they don't spot my old Phoenix bicycle parked around the corner.

Haha, even I'm starting to admire myself; I definitely have the potential to be a professional actor.

Time ticked by. Early May weather wasn't too hot, but it wasn't suitable for
standing in the open street in a suit for long.

Fine beads of sweat began to appear on my forehead, testing my patience. Why, in this bustling city
center , during this prime "May Day" holiday, couldn't I see a single woman who would make my heart flutter?

I had everything in the bag—time, place, everything—just missing the right person! Heaven, if you're on my radar, please send down a
beautiful woman for me to see!

Alas, it seems Heaven's phone is out of service; it hasn't received my message. Damn, watching one creatively
beautiful and courageous woman after another walk past me, I started to get a little restless.

You see, my time is incredibly precious; I could use it to pursue beautiful women, but I absolutely couldn't
waste it on aimless waiting.

Fine, I'll lower my standards. I secretly resolved that if I bumped into another decent-looking one,
I'd just settle for her. After all, before solving the problem of basic needs, talking about a fulfilling life is just utter
nonsense, right?

So I braced myself, ready to use my phenomenal eloquence to conquer any potential
targets.

But as the saying goes, life is full of disappointments; the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Instead of finding my target, I
became someone else's target.

Just as my gaze lingered on the bustling crowd, a large, hard hand grabbed my
arm . Instinctively, I flung myself away, nearly sending the person flying two meters.

Upon closer inspection, I saw that the man was dressed in a traditional Chinese long gown, a gray top hat, and a pair of
thick-soled shoes. A pair of dark, gold-rimmed glasses perched on his hooked nose. His face was gaunt, and
a few sparse whiskers on his withered chin twitched smugly.

Good heavens! In broad daylight, under the clear blue sky! In this
excellent environment of building a harmonious socialist society, promoting civility and new customs, someone was openly engaging in
feudal Wasn't this tarnishing the image of socialism?

Was no one in charge? Were all the city management officers dead? The thought that my grand plan
had ignited my anger.

Just as I was about to unleash my fury and teach this blind fortune teller a lesson, I heard the man exclaim, "Amazing bones!
Amazing bones!" His voice reeked of alcohol; he must have had quite a bit to drink the night before.

"A master." I couldn't help but admire him inwardly. He was indeed a seasoned veteran; his ability to seize opportunities was no less than mine
, and even after drinking, his reactions were so quick.

Seeing that I was about to attack, he could still feign composure, defusing the conflict with a single sentence and diverting my
attention. He thus turned the tables, regaining control of the situation. Not simple.

Well, since everyone here is just trying to use their eloquence to conquer their target and achieve their own hidden
goals, then we can be considered half-comrades.

We're all revolutionary comrades from all corners of the country, united by a common goal—
one for money, the other for sex.

Conflicts between comrades are naturally internal contradictions among the people, so we must heed the call of the great Chairman Mao: use
reason, not force.

Today I happen to have nothing better to do, so I'll spar with you, this half-wise fortune teller, and see if your divine calculation is more powerful, or...
I'm Gao Ming, a seasoned womanizer who's spent ten years navigating the world of film and television.

Thinking this, I suppressed my anger and smiled, "Old sir, I didn't quite understand what you just said.
May I ask what's so special about my bone structure?"

Seeing my respectful expression, the fortune teller secretly gloated, thinking I'd fallen for his trap. He
then adopted an

air of superiority. "Among the crowd, I noticed your extraordinary bearing, young man. I figured
you were no ordinary person, so I decided to investigate further and felt your bones. Unexpectedly, unbelievably, judging from your bone structure,
you are destined for great wealth and high status—a rare find indeed!"

[How cliché! Lacking originality! I thought this fortune teller would say something amazing, but it
was nothing special

Wealth and high status?] Heh, this outfit of mine is no joke, I spent a fortune on it, but if you judge a
book by its cover, you're sorely mistaken. Me? Haha, nothing special.

Based on my deduction, he'll probably go on to say that I'll be plagued by misfortune,
bloodshed, and so on, then try to swindle me out of a small sum of money, calling it "spending money to avert disaster."

After that, having gotten what he wanted from me, he'll expect me to be eternally grateful. Damn, you're really portraying me too much! But on
the surface , I remained calm and asked, "So, in your opinion, where does my wealth and fortune lie?"

"Well... may I touch it again?"

This old guy doesn't seem to have that kind of fetish, does he? Is he trying to get both money and sex?

"No problem, just touch my other arm."

"Damn it, I'll give it my all, let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve." I put on a righteous air and stretched out my
left arm .

The fortune teller solemnly touched and pinched my arm, making me very uncomfortable. Fortunately, it only lasted a few
seconds . His work efficiency was quite fast.

"How is it?"

"Strange, very strange. I've been touching bones my whole life, and I've never seen such a strange bone structure."

"How so?" I couldn't help but ask curiously.

"I don't know. Judging from your bone structure, you should be a person of great wealth and honor. But the strange thing is that this life of wealth and honor
seems to be coming soon, yet it also seems to be a long time ago. Isn't that strange?"

I sneered inwardly, guessing that the old man in front of me was just being mysterious.
I've seen many people like him. They always say vague and ambiguous things, leaving you to figure it out yourself. Once

you identify with the description, you've already fallen into their trap. They will then use the excuse of pointing out mysteries to get you to talk, and then get you to willingly put money into their pockets. 　　It's a business with no capital. Just by talking, they might just make a fortune. " Wow, impressive! If I still can't make it in ten years , I'll join your line of work." Haha, I thought about it, but with my acting skills, how could an ordinary person see through it? I feigned ignorance: "What you're saying is so mysterious, I still don't understand." 　　"Don't say you don't understand, even I don't understand myself. It's all a mess, completely a mess." 　　"What's a mess?" 　　"Judging from your face, you must be a wealthy person. The bone structure of your right hand indicates that you will rise to great . But your left hand shows that your wealth has already vanished like smoke. I've never touched such a chaotic bone structure before." 　　Hehe, I'm starting to like this old comrade a bit. I didn't realize this old man had some creativity; he could even make up such a story . 　　"Then what are your insights, sir?" To completely expose his true colors, I decided to play along. So, I pretended to listen attentively and secretly handed him a hundred-yuan bill. 　　I thought he would accept it without further ado, but to my surprise, he pushed it back. He said seriously, "As the saying goes, one should not accept a reward without merit. Your bone structure is too difficult to fathom, so I cannot give you any specific advice. How can I accept your money? Well then, since our acquaintance is fate, I will give you four words: 'Go with the flow .' 　　" "Go with the flow? What does that mean? Does it mean I should just go wherever I want? What if…" 　　I was about to ask for more details when I heard someone shout from afar, "You old swindler, I'll kill you! Don't run!" 　　I turned around and saw a short, fat middle-aged man angrily running towards us. 　　"Oh no!" the fortune teller cried out inwardly. "Today's not convenient, another day... I'll have a couple of drinks." He said this without looking back, disappearing like smoke into the bustling crowd in a few flashes, never to be seen again. 　　Looking at the fat man, compared to the fortune teller, aside from a slight advantage in stability due to his lower chassis, he was nowhere near as fast. He ran for ages before finally arriving, wiping the sweat from his brow , panting, "Brother, where...where is that old swindler?" 　　I glanced at the fat man; goodness, eleven rings on ten fingers, and a gold chain around his neck as thick as the one used to chain Wangcai in the film crew —a complete nouveau riche. 　　Seeing that I ignored him, the fat man quickly pulled out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to me, grinning at me. I was shocked to see he had two gold teeth. 　(This guy probably owns a gold shop.) "Brother, you absolutely mustn't fall for that...that old swindler 's tricks. He's just spouting nonsense, complete bastards." 　　"What, bro, you got scammed by him?" 　　"How could I? That old bastard doesn't even know who I am! Last time I ran into him, he insisted my son would have a bloody accident , and I'd need to spend 100,000 yuan to save him. Damn it, does he think I'm crazy?" 　　"Look, it's already early May, and my big, healthy son is perfectly fine. Isn't he blatantly cursing my son? And trying to swindle my money? Pah! He's lucky he got away today. If I run into him again, I'll kill him. Brother, you didn't get scammed by him, did you?" 　　"No, I offered him money, but he refused." 　　"Oh, brother, you absolutely mustn't fall for it! What's that called again? 'Playing hard to get'...playing hard to get what ?" 　　"Playing hard to get."

"Yes, yes, that's playing hard to get. It's a long game to catch a big fish. Ah, wait a minute, I need to take this call."
She pulled out her phone and shouted loudly, oblivious to everyone around her, "Who is it?" "Oh my, little miss,
where have you been these past few days? Your phone's been off, I've missed you terribly!"

"What? Oh, still angry about that? It's just money, right? We'll talk about it when you get back."

"Sigh, Tingting, you know I haven't treated you badly these past two years, have I? Our relationship isn't worth 100,000
yuan?"

"I've never treated you like a mistress. Don't you know how I've treated you? Do I have to tear my heart out for
you to see? Seriously, I'm really about to divorce that woman. I'm not lying to you this time. Come back and we'll talk about it, okay? We'll
discuss the money later."

"I know you need it urgently. We were short on cash recently, weren't we? 100,000 isn't a small amount, is it? But
things are better now. As long as you come back, I'll give it to you right away."

"What? Transferred to your account? You...you're making this up! If I give you the money and you run away, where am I supposed to find
you?"

"What? You don't want it anymore? Hey, hey, explain yourself! Don't cry! What? You're pregnant? No, no,
come back and we'll talk! Listen to me! Is 200,000 enough? 300,000? 400,000 is fine too, 500,000! Please,
come back and we'll talk! What?! You had an abortion?
How could ? I'm the father of that child! Hey, hey, hey, don't cry, hey..."

A dial tone came from the other end of the line. The fat man hurriedly dialed back, but after listening to a
ringtone titled "A Man Shouldn't Make a Woman Cry," he was told the number was switched off.

With a thud, the fat man slammed his latest Nokia phone to the ground, his anger
gradually turning into a look of frustration.

Then, with a dazed look in his eyes, he muttered, "Son...son..." Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden realization
, he exclaimed , "Son? Ten thousand? Bloodshed? Oh my god! I'm such a bastard!"

He slapped his thigh, "Master, Master..." and chased after the fortune teller who had fled. I
was left on the bustling street, surrounded by a large crowd, completely bewildered for a long time.

"Damn it, is this some kind of movie shoot?" I shook my head vigorously, regaining a sliver of clarity, but I could
n't interest in picking up girls. I hopped on my old bicycle and wandered aimlessly through the streets.

When the familiar ringtone of my cell phone pulled me back to reality, I realized I had no idea where I was.
I jumped off the bike and saw it was Brother Wang calling.

"Brother Wang, what's up?"

"Why did it take you so long to answer? Were you exercising? Haha."

"No way, got off to a bad start, still wandering around aimlessly."

"Oh, then you need to speed things up, show me your real skills. Hehe."

"Brother Wang is teasing me again."

"What's wrong? You sound pretty down. Are you okay?"

"No, I just ran into a friend, chatted for a while, and I'm a bit tired."

"Oh, take care of yourself then. By the way, I have something to tell you. The team needs to buy some supplies, and I don't have enough
manpower . Could you bring them back when you come back?"

"Sure, what kind of things?"

"Hehe, quite a lot, I can't list them all at once, and you wouldn't remember them anyway. I'll just
text . Oh, I almost forgot, Director Zhang said to also bring back a few things for General Manager Li."

"What?"

"Ah, it's that thing again..."

"What again?"

"The stuff you use for errands."

"Sigh, when did Brother Wang become so reserved? It's just condoms, right? I know."

"Not just that, there's more."

"What else?"

"And... Ant Power God, Fuyan Jie."

"What? I've never used that stuff, never bought it. Besides, there are women's products too.
No way , he has to buy them himself. How could I possibly ask him to buy those things?"

"He's already asking you to buy them for him, what are you embarrassed about?"

"No, no way. Everything else is fine, but I won't buy these two." "

You have to buy them whether you want to or not. Director Zhang personally gave you this task. If you don't do it right, you're fired."

"I...sigh." He was filled with hatred, hating Director Zhang and that female lead, adulterers, adulterers! But there was nothing
he could do . When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

He gritted his teeth: "Fine, but it's a deal, if you get the [full text] done, you'll get a few extra days off."

"Okay, I'll give you an extra week! And..."

"And what?" "This isn't something

I asked you to bring back, you figure it out yourself. Your good sisters want you to bring
back a few packs of sanitary napkins. Haha."

"What?!"

"You don't have to bring them back, I won't force you."

"I... what did I do to deserve this?"

"Stop complaining, it's your fault for messing around in the group all the time. You have to be responsible for your sisters,
haha."

He didn't want to argue anymore, so he hung up the phone. Damn, things were already chaotic enough, and these girls were
adding to the chaos. He should have just gotten them all pregnant, then at least he wouldn't have to buy those
things .

He got on his bike, the warm wind clearing his head a little. Why all this trouble? He was on vacation and got
caught doing shopping.

Exploitation, blatant exploitation. But then I thought, well, many people are desperately trying to squeeze
in and get exploited, and nobody even pays them any attention.

Be content, just "go with the flow." Heh, thinking about the fortune teller's words, I couldn't help but find it a little funny. Looking
around, where am I? I need to ask someone.

Having figured out the general direction, I resumed my city cycling adventure. My phone kept buzzing with text messages—
wow, so many things to buy!

Looking closely, I saw shampoo, shower gel, toothpaste, toothbrush, mosquito repellent, soap, laundry detergent… these
are for external use.

And cold medicine, stomach medicine, anti-inflammatory drugs… these are for internal use.

Looking further down, wow, cooking seasonings, medical alcohol for disinfection, insecticide spray…
I might as well just take the whole supermarket home.

A massive pile of things to buy—are you expecting me to haul them all back on this beat-up bike? Do you think I'm some kind of
circus performer?

Just thinking about it completely extinguished any remaining desire for fun. With such
a heavy , where's the motivation to play? Fine, I'll just buy it all now, the sooner the better. Besides,
I still got another week off, right? Haha.

The ocean is all water; the supermarket is all legs. The "May Day" Golden Week effect in the supermarket
is no joke.

I almost got pushed out as soon as I rushed in. This is outrageous! Do they think things are free? I pushed one
shopping cart, then pulled another, regrouped, and plunged back into the surging crowd to begin my glorious and great
shopping mission.

To be honest, purchasing isn't my forte, especially in such a harsh shopping environment. Dragging
two carts through the crowds, haha, not bad, I felt a bit like Zhao Zilong rescuing his lord single-handedly back in the day.

However, after squeezing back and forth between rows of shelves a few times, I realized I'd completely lost my bearings.

Luckily, my height gave me an advantage, and I could barely see the surrounding signs. But the power of the crowd is immense.
Sometimes, goods several meters away seemed unattainable.

Damn it, I had to give it my all! So, I took a deep breath
, circulating it throughout my body countless times, finally gathering a meager strength to push towards the target goods, drawing countless glares along the way.

In such a difficult environment, I thought of Huang Jiguang, Qiu Shaoyun, and Dong Cunrui.

The organization's test for me had arrived. I must carry forward the glorious tradition of the older generation of proletarian revolutionaries—fearing neither hardship
nor death—and inherit Comrade Lei Feng's tenacious spirit, ensuring the successful completion of the purchasing task. Thus, a glorious image

emerged in the supermarket: a man pushing two carts of goods through the crowd, undeterred by hardship, overcoming all difficulties, and fearlessly striving for victory. 　As the list of items to be purchased dwindled, I saw victory beckoning me in the distance. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I thought, "Keep going! The revolution is not yet complete, comrades, we must continue to work hard!" Because the difficulties ahead were immense. 　　Standing before the sanitary napkin counter, I hesitated to make a move. Damn it, what's going on? I don't consider myself a shy person; buying condoms would be no problem for me. But these are things women use , after all. When have I, a grown man, ever done such a chore? 　Surrounded by only women, my courage plummeted. I hated myself for taking leave; hated Brother Wang for sending me to do the shopping; and hated those young girls in the group even more—whoever came at that crucial moment, of all times. I had to check them all when I got back and deal with them seriously. 　　I thought about it, but complaining now was pointless. I resigned myself to it; this was trouble, so a quick resolution was best. 　Looking around, thankfully, the women were all focused on shopping and no one noticed me. So, with lightning speed, I grabbed a few bags, stuffed them into the cart, and covered them with other goods. 　　Haha, clean and efficient, no hesitation—I have the potential to be a thief. This place is no place to linger; time to get out of here. 　　Half an hour later, I had almost everything 　　. Looking at the list, only some medicine and the things the adulterous couple wanted remained. Time to go to the pharmacy. So I pushed the cart towards the checkout. Riding my bicycle laden with bags, I became the center of attention. 　　Curious Chinese people naturally wouldn't miss such a spectacular live acrobatic show, so I felt like a star, rushing to the pharmacy and performing a beautiful mid-air dismount . 　　I landed perfectly on the ground, without the slightest sway. Difficulty level 9.999. Where's the applause? No cheers. 　　Forget it, why bother arguing with these unsportsmanlike people? They . 　　I propped up my bicycle and strode confidently across the shop threshold. A woman in a white coat smiled and approached me. "Sir, what medicine would you like to buy?" 　　Looking at me, was I nervous? What a joke, I had already prepared my answer. Clearing my throat and composing myself I said seriously, "Two boxes of Baijiahei (a Chinese cold medicine), three boxes of cephalosporins, five boxes of cooling balm, a large box of band-aids, two boxes of Weikangling (a Chinese medicine for stomach ailments), two packs of cotton wool, and a bottle of medical alcohol." 　　The pharmacist was quite efficient, packing everything up in the blink of an eye. "These are what you wanted. Is there anything else?" 　　"Ah... and also, one box of 'Those Who Use It Know It' and a bottle of 'Wash It and It Will Lower Blood Pressure'." 　　"Pfft." The pharmacist blushed and couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, please wait at the cashier , we'll bring it to you right away." The rest was easy: pay, and I was out. Haha, I have to admire myself, nice! 　　Mission accomplished! To celebrate successfully completing the arduous task assigned to me by the organization, I decided to treat myself to a "stomach workout." 　　I found a small restaurant and ordered a table full of dishes. I also ordered two bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor). What, you're asking if I can eat that much by myself? I said, "Why are you worrying about all that? We're rich! I can eat half and throw the other half away, I'm happy to, haha. 　　" But the shop owner was even happier than me, and even happier than the shop owner was his dog. I hadn't even eaten yet, and the dog was already circling around me. 　　Well, what can I say, I'm kind-hearted, so I tossed it a piece of pork chop. And so, I ate a piece, it ate a piece, and before long, we were practically brothers. Hehe, no… sorry, uh! …I … I didn't drink too much… 　　really, I didn't drink too much. I still know I have to get back to the film set; I can't be late for this. I hopped on my beloved old Phoenix bicycle, laden with cargo, and wobbled towards the filming location, which was in the suburbs, not far, about a two-hour ride. 　　Maybe it was because [the whole thing] was part of the assignment, or maybe it was the alcohol, but anyway, I felt exceptionally relaxed, my whole body…

Full of energy, my speed naturally increased, and I was soon out of the city. Riding along the suburban roads, bathed
in the sunset, I sped off, letting my emotions soar freely—it felt great! "

I'm driving under the influence, cop! Come out here if you dare!" Haha. I laughed and cursed all the way, venting
my extreme dissatisfaction with society. However, as darkness fell, I wondered, "Where is the film crew?"

Damn, I'm lost! No way! I shakily stopped my bike, thinking, even someone with terrible sense of direction wouldn't
get lost on a straight road, right? It's just one small road, how come it seems endless?

Uh… I hiccuped, looking around. The cool evening breeze in the countryside cleared my head a bit.
Seeing the lights twinkling in the distance, I realized the seriousness of the situation. Should I continue
or turn back?

"Go with the flow," the fortune teller's words echoed in my mind again. Damn it, if I'm going to die, I'll die! Keep going!

Fueled by the alcohol, I charged forward, and after what seemed like an eternity, even the scattered lights disappeared from sight.
All around silence, broken only by the occasional chirping of insects in the grass. "Fine, turn around," I thought. "What else can I do?"
There was no road ahead.

I pulled out my phone—6:58? Oh, haha, I held it upside down; it should be 8:59. Damn,
I finally reached the end! Fine, I have to turn back.

So I pushed the bike around, and
just . "What is that?" Curiosity drove me to push the bike to
the tree.

"What kind of tree is that? It's *** huge! Seven or eight people probably couldn't wrap their arms around it. How many
years ?" Looking up again, I saw the purple light emanating from the treetop. What could it be?

In this desolate wilderness, far from any village or shop, it certainly wasn't a lamp, nor did it resemble a glow
stick or anything like that for children.

Whatever, fueled by the alcohol, I decided to go check it out first. I propped up my bicycle, rolled up my sleeves, and stood on the seat.
I barely managed to reach a tree branch, hanging from it with both hands to test my strength. Not bad, it could hold me up. Lift!

A perfect double crunch on a horizontal bar, and I was easily up the tree. This time I was much closer to the glowing thing
; it looked like a sphere.

I climbed a few more steps along the branch and, upon closer inspection, I was stunned. It was a fruit, a glowing
fruit! Its shape was somewhat like a peach, but smooth as if carved from jade, with a purple halo flowing within the translucent fruit
.

I'd never seen a glowing fruit before. What kind of tree was this? Could it be some rare plant?

Haha, I'm rich! Could the fortune teller have been referring to this fruit when he said I was wealthy? Hmm,
it might really be a treasure.

I picked the fruit, and it felt no different from any other fruit in my hand, somewhat like a nectarine. Looking
closer , I thought, "Good stuff, must be worth a lot of money!" Haha, in my excitement, the alcohol seemed to kick in again, and I slipped,
almost falling.

Thank goodness, I'll get down first. I slowly climbed down the tree trunk, fruit in one hand, a surge of
smug satisfaction in my heart.

How could I have stumbled upon such a good thing? "Ah..." I felt my foot slip and I fell from the tree.

I felt myself hit my bicycle, the bike tipped over, the fruit fell from my hand, then a flash of purple light—it
was so bright! I instinctively closed my eyes, all I could hear was the whooshing wind. Damn, what's going on? Have the Americans attacked?

I didn't have time to think; the wind was getting louder and louder, the light increasingly blinding,
even though my eyes were closed.

Falling, I felt myself plummeting at breakneck speed—it was so thrilling, more thrilling than a pirate ship, more thrilling than a roller coaster,
more thrilling than bungee jumping! In short, I don't know how to describe how I felt. The speed of my fall
far exceeded my limits.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't open my mouth; my heart felt like it was in my throat. I could only let my body
continue to fall, as if I were falling into an abyss, not knowing when I would hit the ground.

I panicked, wondering how much longer I would fall. Even if I came in from outside
the atmosphere , I should have reached the ground by now. Surely I wouldn't starve to death before I hit the ground.

I secretly prayed to God to let me die from the fall; even death would be better than this.
But .

The spinning and falling continued, but my body began to spin faster and faster in the air.
I felt dizzy and nauseous. I was still drunk, and now I was spinning so violently; anyone would find it unbearable
.

I felt like a giant spinning top, being whipped relentlessly by an invisible whip, spinning faster and faster.
At that moment, I only had one thought: someone help me, please give me a quick death…

Chapter 3: My First Traffic Accident in the Song Dynasty

(Book Fragrance House Update Time: 2010-06-28 16:07:19 Word Count: 449
)

Suddenly, it stopped. All the oppressive feeling stopped in that instant, but my head spun even more violently,
and the aftereffects of the alcohol made me even more disoriented.

I wondered, is this what death is like? Am I really dead? I slowly opened my eyes, but
what shocked me greatly. At first glance, it must have been a car accident.

I saw myself lying on my old bicycle, with someone under it. The person was dressed
in black and had a black cloth covering their face; they looked a bit like a terrorist from TV. I was startled. Damn,
could I have really drunk myself into hitting someone? Here, I sincerely advise all readers: drunk
driving is extremely dangerous. I shook my head vigorously. Something was wrong. I clearly remembered falling from a tree while picking fruit
. How could I have hit someone while riding my bike? Was I really drunk? I hurriedly tried to help the man
up. After all, I was the one who knocked him down, and besides, I was driving under the influence (haha, a bicycle counts as a vehicle, right?). The main
responsibility was mine. I thought I should apologize quickly, otherwise things would get complicated

when the traffic police arrived. However, the situation didn't allow me to apologize, because the man in black I had pinned under my bike
was now pulling out a long sword and stabbing at me. Damn, it was just a collision, why was he fighting so fiercely? Was he
some kind of gangster?

Before I could think, facing the longsword that was about to pierce me, I instinctively closed my eyes and stretched out my
left hand to block. Damn, I was really scared. The tension, combined with the dizziness
I'd just experienced, made me feel nauseous, and I vomited all over the guy's face. Ouch, you actually tried to cut me! I
felt a chill on my left arm; it seemed I'd been slashed. But I was lucky; if I hadn't vomited all
over him, obstructing his vision, I might be dead. But what I
never One slash failed, then another; it seemed he was really going to fight me.

"Watch out!" A cry of alarm came from behind me. I recognized it as a woman's voice, but I was too weak
to turn around. I felt another tightness in my stomach; I was once again being "live-streamed" by the people under the carriage.

A sharp clang rang out, like two longswords clashing, followed by
a muffled groan from the man beneath the cart. I looked down and saw the man lying motionless, a longsword still embedded in his chest.
He was clearly dead. Though his face had been covered, his eyes were now wide open in fury, his face and head covered in my handiwork.
He looked utterly wretched. His expression seemed to hold endless resentment;
his hand, still holding the sword high, remained raised, while the slightly bent sword fell to the ground, reflecting
a chilling light in the moonlight. I vomited, feeling a little better, but my head spun even more. For a moment, I wasn't even
frightened by the sight before me. As I slowly followed the sword in the man's chest to his back, I saw
a beautiful young woman standing there, the most stunning kind, also dressed in black, but her alluring figure was still undeniable
. However, the woman seemed injured. Sweat dampened her once fair face, and a few strands of her hair
clung to it, making her appear somewhat panicked and disheveled. A trace of blood remained at the corner of her mouth. Her chest, heaving violently, was also
covered in a sticky substance, but because it was nighttime and she was dressed in black, it was difficult to see clearly. Most importantly, I was drunk
and my vision was blurry; I could only guess it was blood. I saw her clutching her chest with one hand, while the other hand still
gripped the long sword embedded in the masked man's heart.

"Beautiful lady? You...you killed someone?" The alcohol made my tongue slurred.

The beautiful woman glanced at me, her eyes filled with gratitude. "That wasn't a human, it was a murderous devil! He
tried kill me. If you hadn't appeared in time and knocked him down, I might already be dead under that demon's sword."

"Oh, is that so?" I laughed at the woman, reeking of alcohol. "Then you can be considered to have acted in self-defense
. Don't worry, don't be afraid. When the police come, I'll testify for you. I saw that this guy was wearing a mask late at night;
he was obviously not a good person. Besides, he tried to slash me, which further proves that he is extremely vicious and has a strong tendency towards violence.
Leaving his body behind would only pollute the environment; even sending him to the crematorium wouldn't be environmentally friendly enough."
Heh , that's how I am when I'm drunk—I talk too much. But despite my eloquent speech, my head
wasn't very clear right now. Normally, I wouldn't be wasting my breath in this situation.

Looking at the woman again, she looked at me with a confused expression, as if she didn't quite understand what I was saying. Was it because I
was drunk that my language skills had declined?

So I explained it to her again, pointing to the dead body under the car and saying, "He, the bad guy; you,
the woman; me, the man; the bad guy wanted to kill the woman; the man saved the woman and was slashed by the bad guy; the woman killed the bad guy. It's not
murder it's self-defense, understand?"

She nodded, but her eyes were still confused.

"Hey, little sister, let me tell you, don't be afraid, this is easy to handle. Don't feel guilty, you killed
a bad guy." Seeing that the girl didn't speak, I used the alcohol to persuade her again: "You should know,
he should thank you for killing him."

"Thank me?" the girl asked, puzzled.

Seeing the woman respond, I became even more enthusiastic. "Isn't that right? Think about it, this person is a
martial artist, right? What do martial artists pursue? It's the realm of martial arts. And look at him now,
you've done him a huge favor."

The beautiful woman still looked puzzled. "This humble woman is foolish, please enlighten me, benefactor."

"Uh," I hiccuped, pointing drunkenly at the dead man, "Look at him,
he also used a sword, right? The highest level of swordsmanship is having no sword in hand, but a sword in the heart."

I looked at the masked man with the sword still stuck in his heart, then at his empty hand that he hadn't lowered
. The girl smiled. "My benefactor, you're joking! This is what you call 'no sword in hand, but a sword in heart'?"

"Of course! Don't you believe me? Look at this man, doesn't he have a scumbag face?"

"A sword face?"

"There's a saying: people are born of people, and swords are born of swords. If a person has a scumbag face, then he's not human
."

"Then what is he? "

"A scumbag."

"A sword-man?"

"Yes, look at that sword in his heart. The angle is perfect. Perfectly aimed, it
pierces to him by blood, inseparable, isn't it?"

"Hmm, so what?"

"That's another level altogether. He and the sword have achieved oneness. When someone
can achieve this, it further proves he's a scumbag, he's a sword-man, a sword-man, a scumbag! Hahaha."
I laughed, but it aggravated my wound, and I felt pain. "Damn it, this scumbag cut me!"

I said, raising my injured arm. I noticed a cut bleeding from my rolled-up sleeve.
It wasn't very deep, though.

"Ah! You're injured?" The woman exclaimed in surprise.

"I'm injured? Damn, I almost died just now." Thinking about the dizziness I'd just experienced made me
shudder . I couldn't take it anymore; I was going to faint again.

"But it's just a minor injury, nothing serious. Back in the day, uh," I hiccuped again, "let's
not . I'm going to sleep for a bit." My eyelids drooped, and I started to drift off

. "My benefactor, wake up. My benefactor."

The beautiful woman shook my arm, waking me up in pain.

The woman before me was now just a blurry shadow. Because we were so
close , a faint fragrance wafted on the evening breeze—an exquisite scent. Based on my years of experience with women, I...
I can guarantee it contains absolutely no chemical ingredients; it's a natural, innate fragrance that only the most beautiful women
possess. It was this scent that aroused me. So I reached out and
touched her chest. "Ah? Beautiful lady, let me see how your injury is? What's your name?" I felt increasingly confused
, wanting only to sleep, to hold the beautiful woman and sleep for a while.

"Oh, my benefactor, my name is Mei Yuxin. Please don't move, let me bandage you." The beautiful woman blocked
my illicit hand, stopping my sexual harassment.

"No need, this little injury is nothing. It's getting late, I think, uh! We should rest a bit
. Hehe." Saying this, she reached for those two higher areas again.

"No, my benefactor, you're still bleeding, you absolutely can't leave it unbandaged." My climbing activity was stopped again.

"What's wrong with bleeding?" Frustrated by my two failed attempts, I yelled, "Which woman
doesn't bleed every month? Do you think we men are any less capable than you? Oh, by the way, let me tell you, I have the latest product
here , an extra-long overnight type, with extra-large wings, supporting heavy flow, no matter how much blood there is, we're not afraid, hehe."
With that, I laboriously rummaged through my bag and pulled out the packets, handing them to the woman. My other hand began to
wander inappropriately towards her chest.

The beautiful woman again blocked my hand, but was clearly blushing from my drunken words. She slowly
took the packet of sanitary napkins, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "My benefactor, does this really stop bleeding?"

"Of course, would I lie to you?" Uh! I let out another hiccup.

"Then, how do I use it? Please teach me, my benefactor."

"Damn, are you even a woman? You don't even know how to use this? Just tear one out and stick it in your crotch, ahahaha
." I laughed heartily. I think my expression must have been quite lewd at the time. But then I
felt a tightness in my chest and fell asleep again.

When I woke up, it was already bright daylight. I had slept well. I looked around, but wait, where am I?

I tried hard to recall what had happened. I seemed to remember something, but not everything. I vaguely remembered that I
was lost, then I picked a fruit—yes, it was glowing—but then I seemed to
be in a car accident, then I was hacked, then I killed someone, and then… a beautiful woman?

The thought of a beautiful woman instantly energized me, but looking around, where was she?

I was surrounded by an unfamiliar grove of trees, lying under a small tree, with my old Phoenix car beside me, and
shopping bags scattered around. The big tree I remembered was gone, let alone the car accident scene and the
beautiful woman . I shook my head vigorously. Was I really dreaming? I wanted to check the time, but as soon as I raised my hand,
I felt a pain. Looking at my left arm, I clearly saw a white handkerchief tied around it, though some parts were
stained red with blood.

No way, could what happened last night really be true? Then…then someone really died? Impossible,
I dismissed the thought. If someone died, why haven't we even seen a body? But I still
couldn't be sure. I thought maybe only the beautiful woman was real, and the others were just hallucinations from a half-dream. After all,
this is a society governed by law; murder isn't something everyone can do. I stopped thinking about it, because there were too many
things I couldn't understand. It seemed I should hurry back to the film set and return the things. So, ignoring
the injury on my arm, I got up to pick up my bicycle, but something felt off. I looked down. Damn, who stuck
a sanitary napkin in my crotch? Wait, something's not right. I vaguely remember something. Could it be that beautiful woman
from last night ? Damn, does sticking it in your crotch really stop bleeding? Are you stupid? I tore off the extra-long night-use bag
and threw it on the ground, then picked up the bags one by one and hung them back on the handlebars, but I still couldn't find the glowing
fruit.

I stopped halfway because I was worried about my wound. Carefully untying the handkerchief, thankfully, the wound wasn't
deep, just superficial; I believed it would heal in a few days. The handkerchief, however, caught my attention. Just by looking at the material,
I knew it wasn't ordinary—woven from pure white silk. It felt cool and slippery in my hand. Looking at
one corner, a small plum blossom embroidered with silk thread quietly bloomed,
appearing even more delicate and beautiful against the surrounding bloodstains.

A plum blossom? Wait, I seem to remember something again. Last night, that girl seemed to have mentioned it to me;
what was her name again? Mei… Mei Yuxin, hehe, I finally remember. Looking at the handkerchief, I leaned closer to smell it.
Yes , it was the same fragrance I'd smelled last night. Therefore, I could conclude that this silk handkerchief must have
been left by the girl named Mei Yuxin. A strange feeling welled up within me. She must have been a kind-hearted woman; even if
she had killed someone, it would have been self-defense. I carefully folded the handkerchief and tucked it into my bosom, imagining what would happen
if I were similar again
. I pushed my cart out of the woods. The morning air was fresh and pleasant,
but I had no time to enjoy it. I only wanted to find out where I was.

Chapter 4: Visitors to

Peach Blossom Spring (Updated: 2010-06-28 16:07:19, 605 words
)

Walking and looking around, I saw a place on higher ground in the distance that looked like a village. I'll go
check it out and ask someone. So I headed towards the village. I walked on, but didn't encounter
a single person. Before I knew it, I arrived at a two-story wooden building.

Looking around at everything unfamiliar, I still couldn't see the big tree I remembered.
There were quite a few small trees around, but where was the big one? Looking around, there might be a few on the small hill behind the building,
but they were definitely not in the same league as the one I saw last night.

In front of the building was a small, shimmering pond where six or seven large white geese were playing. Although the sun was quite
strong , a cool breeze occasionally brushed my face, so it wasn't hot. Perhaps because
it was close to the forest, even the air was exceptionally fresh. I took a deep breath, and wow, I felt incredibly refreshed, almost like I was on oxygen!

Turning around, I was amazed by the breathtaking scenery all around me. Using the elevation, I could see the view from where I had come from.
Looking into the distance, vast fields of farmland shimmered with vibrant green under the sunlight.

A winding river, like a jade ribbon, meandered through them. No beetle-like cars
crawled along the country lanes. Wow, I never imagined such a beautiful place existed in the world. Being there
instilled a deep sense of peace, a detachment from worldly strife.

Even the jumbled thoughts from before vanished. Looking before me—blue sky, white clouds,
green mountains, and clear water—was this a verdant world?

Haha, "Come here, come here, this is a verdant world, a verdant world..."
Humming a cheerful tune, I pushed my overloaded old Phoenix bicycle towards a small building not far away. Having someone around
made things easier; I could ask where I was first.

Climbing the exquisitely carved wooden stairs to the second floor, the building seemed newly built. A pure
solid wood structure, its style simple and elegant.

Goodness, how much high-quality wood must have been used! I could almost see stacks of banknotes being thrown into a
fire —burning money! The owner of this building must be a wealthy person, the kind
who, once rich, indulges in a bit of sophistication.

But I can't deny that while indulging in this, the owner still has some taste; they truly know how to enjoy life.
If the money, I'd build a small wooden house in the countryside and stay there for a few days in my spare time—that would have a unique charm.

"Is anyone here? Is anyone here?" I cleared my throat and called out.

The middle door creaked open, and a girl of about fifteen or sixteen appeared before me. To be honest, my
immediate feeling was summed up in two words: "stunning."

The girl had a face like a peach blossom, skin like jade, eyebrows like willow leaves, and eyes like spring water. She came like a spring breeze, moved
like a colorful cloud. She possessed both the elegance of a noble lady and the charm of a girl from a humble family. Although she had a baby face,
her figure was already quite curvaceous.

However, I must state beforehand that I have absolutely no pedophilic tendencies; I simply can't help but
express my heartfelt admiration for beautiful things.

But objectively speaking, this little girl is definitely a beauty in the making. In another two or three years,
those big sisters and wives in the entertainment industry will probably be out of a job. Looking at her ancient costume, I suddenly
realized that she was filming a movie.

I thought I had stumbled upon someone's villa, but it turned out to be a filming location
. That's good, I've run into a fellow filmmaker.

Just as I was about to strike up a conversation, the girl asked warily, "Who are you?"

Heh, a child is a child, I hope I didn't scare her. I tried to speak gently, "Don't you
have any adults here?"

"Adults?"

"Ah, adults. Like me." The little girl looked at me with
confused , then slowly shook her head as if she didn't understand. "Okay, that means you can actually talk."

This time she understood, puffed out her not-so-impressive chest, and said seriously, "That's me. Who are you?"

Heh, this girl is quite interesting, is she playing me? Fine. So she put down her bags and bowed, saying,
"Actually, I'm an actor."

She thought of Stephen Chow's repeated lines in "King of Comedy," which she considered the most
classic line, containing so much: self-respect, pursuit, perseverance, ideals...

"Didn't understand."

She didn't even know such a classic line? How can she survive in the film industry? Maybe she should try another one.
"I've studied for two years, a lost little scholar named Hua An. To tell you the truth, I am none other than the handsome Zhou Botong, the internet addict known as
'Jade Tree Surpasses Pan An, a Plum Blossom Overshadows a Crabapple'!"

"Who asked you so many questions? It's too long, I can't remember it all. Just tell me your name."

Ugh, does she have any sense of humor at all? "Ahem, my name is Song Feng. Is this little sister calling you?"

"Who's your sister? My name is Shuzhen."

"Shuzhen? Haha, people still have such rustic names these days. Are you trying to trick me?"

"Then, may I ask if your surname is Bai or Qiu?"

"You're the one whose surname is Bai or Qiu! My family name is Li."

"Really?"

"Why would I lie to you? You're interrogating me first! I haven't even asked you anything yet. In broad daylight, under the clear sky, what are
you doing sneaking into my house? Your clothes are strange, your behavior is agitated, your words are evasive,
your expression is flustered, your face is haggard, and you have an injury on your arm. Your identity is obviously suspicious. Tell me, who are you?"

Suddenly realizing that this naive little girl had transformed into a sharp-tongued young woman,
he was truly flustered.

"Hey, I got lost last night, and I scraped my arm in the woods. I just wanted to know where I am, but I
ended up in your village without realizing it. Uh, may I ask where you are?"

"Qizhou Zhangqiu Mingshui Town."

Qizhou Zhangqiu Mingshui Town? I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before, but I can't remember. "How far is it to the city?"

"The city? What place?"

"Really? You don't even understand 'city'? It means the city."

"The city? That's far. It would take a whole day by carriage."

"A carriage? Don't you even have cars here? A tractor would do too."

"Why are you so long-winded? I don't have any trash for you to haul away. Honestly, if you don't want a carriage, you can just walk
back ."

"Ugh. What era is this? You don't even have a carriage?"

"It's the first year of the Xining era of the Song Dynasty. You don't even know that? Are you a foreigner?" She looked
me up and down with a wary gaze.

"Ugh, the first year of the Xining era of the Song Dynasty? They even brought up Emperor Shenzong? This can't be real!" I almost lost my balance.
Then I remembered that Jinan was called Qizhou in the Northern Song Dynasty. Could I have really ended up in ancient Jinan?

"What's wrong with you? Your words seem normal enough, not like you're having hysteria. But you seem unaware of the present situation.
It seems we should send someone to the yamen (government office). Who knows, they might not be good people."

"No, no, Miss, please listen to me!" The thought of being sent to the yamen made me panic. I've seen that
place before; I might get a beating. Just thinking about the memory of the dead person last night terrified me.

"What did you say?"

"Let me explain."

"Then hurry up and tell me. If you can't give me a straight answer today, I won't let you off easily."

"Okay, okay, then... can I have some water first?" Although I was a little thirsty, I mainly wanted to
stall for time. Suddenly hearing that I was in the Song Dynasty, no one could stay calm. And now
someone was interrogating me. How was I supposed to answer?

Should I tell her the truth and say that I was a future warrior? Pshaw... I'd be sent to the yamen immediately. I absolutely couldn't say that.
I had to make something up. With my eloquence, fooling a little girl like you would be like cutting vegetables.

"There's water in the pool down there, can't you drink it yourself?"

"What, you want me to drink the water from that pool?"

"What, don't all the people in the village drink that water?"

"Miss, you don't know, I have a naturally weak stomach. Raw water, dirty water, it gives me diarrhea. I wonder if Miss has any herbal tea
in her room ?"

*Slap!* A slap landed on her head. "How dare you! How dare you,
a lowly man of unknown origin, barge into my boudoir?"

Oh dear, what a failure! I, the dashing, handsome, charming, and irresistible playboy
, when did I get the chance to be slapped on the head by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl? And now I've earned the title of "scumbag."
If word gets out, won't my reputation be ruined?

But, for now, I'm under your roof, so I won't stoop to your level. "Scumbag, huh?
You wait, one day I'll let you taste what a "scumbag's spring" is all about.

So, forcing a smile, she said, "How could I? I see that you are kind and benevolent
, a bodhisattva incarnate. I thought you wouldn't refuse to let me in for a cup of tea."

"Well, I'm afraid..."

"What are you worried about, Miss? This is your place, I wouldn't dare to do anything indecent, would I?"

"Hmm, that's true. Even if you had the guts, I'm afraid you wouldn't dare to cause any trouble. Come in, but you can only
have a cup of tea. After that, you have to leave."

Heh, a child is a child, with no sense of self-protection at all. It's only because she met
a gentleman . If she had encountered a perverted lecher, heh, I might have given her a taste of her own medicine. Your territory, my rules.
She slipped into the room and closed the door behind her.

"Why...why are you closing the door?"

"Miss, you misunderstand. I was just worried that outsiders might see you bringing a man into your boudoir,
which would damage your reputation."

"Hmm, that's true. It seems you're quite thoughtful."

"Of course, of course. It's an honor to have Miss offer me a cup of tea. I should
naturally ." As she spoke, she looked around at the room. The room was elegant and refined, with clean windows...

In the Song Dynasty, no one could afford glass windows, so it was impossible for them to be bright. The room was clean, and so were the windows. Ah,
there was a small desk under the window, complete with the Four Treasures of the Study. It seemed Shuzhen was a literate young girl.

Next to it was a small display stand with a bronze mirror on it, and beside it was a small sandalwood box, presumably for storing the little
girl's everyday accessories and trinkets.

The love of beauty is universal, after all. Further in, a thin, dark curtain
subtly into a resting area and an activity area, ensuring privacy for both.

One couldn't help but admire the unique insights the ancients had into interior design. Beyond
the curtain, a delicate mahogany couch was faintly visible.

One wondered what it would be like to see such a beautiful young woman sleeping on such a hazy bed
… Lost in the moment, one's mind wandered.

"Hey, didn't you want tea? Do you expect me to pour it for you myself?"

"Oh, right, tea, hehe, tea." The words snapped her back to reality. She must have lost her composure during her daydreams;
she'd better be careful later. Safety first, safety first. Thinking this, I poured myself a cup of tea and drank
it down in one gulp: "Good tea, truly good tea."

"You know how to appreciate tea?" Shuzhen asked, seemingly puzzled, after I exclaimed so highly.

Tea? This handsome guy knows nothing about such things. That's for refined people. But then again,
even a fool would know that the tea drunk by a young lady from a wealthy family couldn't be too bad.

Moreover, as far as I know, tea was only cultivated on a large scale during the Song Dynasty, and the tea culture that arose afterward
was limited to exchanges among royalty and nobility to show off their bourgeois sentiments. As for ordinary people, they had
no chance of even getting close to it.

As for the essence of the tea ceremony, although I don't know it, I'm not necessarily inferior to those
who are experts in tea appreciation when it comes to empty talk. Actors, after all, learn by watching too many plays; even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs walk, right?

So, imitating what I saw in the movies, and reciting lines from the films, I launched into a long, rambling
explanation of the tea ceremony. Looking at Shuzhen's big, bright eyes blinking at me, that naive,
innocent resurfaced.

Haha, I chuckled inwardly. "Fool," I thought. "I've studied girls like this. They're strong-willed
and straightforward. Never let her think she's better than you, or you'll be in big trouble. But if you can fool them,
it's a different story.

At best, they'll be devoted to you, completely obedient; at worst, they'll offer themselves to you; and even worse,
they'll abandon ." Thinking about how this little shrew would soon become as
docile as a kitten, I felt a surge of joy. "Hahahaha..."

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you laughing at?"

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