You were born before I was born, but I was already old after you were born.
You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
…
Mingwei opened his eyes.
The sun shines through the window screen and onto the wall.
Dust danced in the light, and the noise of the market could be heard in the distance.
She lay quietly for a while, and before she could figure out where she was, there was a sound of stepping on the stairs outside, and someone patted the door: "Senior sister! The sun is shining on your butt, why don't you get up! Master has just left.
, you are just lazy! When the master comes back, I will definitely complain to him!"
After a while, without waiting for a response, there was a louder voice outside: "If you don't get up, I won't leave lunch for you!"
Mingwei slowly got a sense of reality and got up from the bed.
The furnishings of the house are very simple, with a bed, a cabinet, a table and a chair.
There was a dressing mirror on the table. She glanced at it and was stunned.
It's clearly a familiar appearance, but yet so unfamiliar.
…
Mingwei opened the door and slowly went down the stairs.
This is a very ordinary civilian courtyard, with bedrooms upstairs and a hall downstairs.
There was the sound of pots and pans clashing in the kitchen. Not long after, a baby-faced young man came out with a plate. Seeing her standing in a daze, he said, "What are you doing standing there? Why don't you wash your face?"
Then, while serving dishes and cloth with chopsticks, he babbled: "Which girl is like you? How about dressing up first when you get up? What does it look like with disheveled hair? No wonder I can't get married even at my old age."
Amid his nagging, Mingwei silently washed her face and combed her hair.
"Here!" He handed over a pair of chopsticks.
Mingwei took it, looked at the young man in front of him, and called softly: "Junior brother..."
The other party shivered, rubbed his arms and said, "Don't scream so disgustingly, I feel like I'm going to be unlucky."
Mingwei was silent and changed his title: "Xiao Wu."
Xiao Wu said "hmm", gave her two slices of bacon, and said, "You got up too late, so we have to eat breakfast and lunch together. If you are hungry in the afternoon, go buy something to eat on the street."
"Oh." Mingwei took two bites and found that the taste was indeed familiar.
The master's skills were mediocre, but she was even less skilled, so it was always her younger brother who took charge.
She thought for a while and asked, "Where is Master?"
"We went to Mang Mountain." Xiao Wu glanced at her, "Are you still angry with Master? You don't want to call me dad again."
Mingwei was stunned for a moment, and some memories came to his mind.
Xiao Wu continued: "Senior Sister, please be considerate of Master. If you can get back in time, how could you not go and pay homage to Master's wife?"
Dad...Mother...
Mingwei had mixed feelings and said slowly: "I don't blame him..."
"I just want him to take more care of himself! You, father and daughter, are exactly the same. You always refuse to speak clearly. It seems that you will give up if you say more."
Xiao Wu finished the meal quickly, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said, "It's your responsibility to wash the dishes! Senior sister, don't be lazy! I'm going to practice."
Mingwei finished her meal slowly and put away the dishes when she heard someone outside shouting: "His Majesty has returned to the palace! Come on, let's go see the Holy Driver."
She was stunned for a moment, threw down the dish towel, walked out and followed the flow of people to Ping'an Street.
This life is similar but different from the original one.
Although the master never lost his family, he still embarked on this path. When he was forty years old, he saved his mother and formed a fate.
He has lived until now. Although his mother has passed away, the two have been in love for more than ten years.
In this life, she has a father and a mother.
There was a huge flow of people, and they were blocked by the Forbidden Army.
The ceremonial guard of the holy driver came slowly, Mingwei couldn't take his eyes away.
The people shouted: "Long live, long live, long live."
Perhaps moved by such enthusiasm, the person inside ordered something, and a chamberlain rolled up the gauze curtain on the car.
An old man wearing a dragon robe smiled and waved to both sides.
The people cheered louder.
Mingwei watched intently, without blinking.
Chang'an, she recognized it, this was her Chang'an.
He is...so old.
Scroll through Mingwei to find out the memory.
In the twenty-fifth year of the Ming Dynasty, the emperor died.
Prince Jiang Yi succeeded to the throne and changed his reign to Yongping.
It is now the thirty-ninth year of Yongping, so he is naturally old.
After being the emperor for so many years, the world is at peace, which shows that he is living a good life.
He remembered her words and became a happy person.
The holy driver passed by slowly and the crowd dispersed.
Mingwei did not go back, but walked casually, looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar Yunjing City.
That was the Ming Dynasty... Ming Sheng later passed the exam and re-established the family. As the eldest son, her master did not take the imperial examination route. Instead, he followed Ning Xiu around the world and became the next generation of fortune teller.
After Mingsheng and his wife passed away, their family rarely returned to the Ming Mansion. When they arrived in Yunjing, they rented another house to live in.
There is also the Ji Mansion not far away.
It has been so many years. Mr. Ji and his wife have passed away long ago. The eldest cousin Ji Ling... has also passed away. His son Xiaobao has now resigned from office and is working as an old man at home.
Time is really like a dream, the time it takes to open and close your eyes changes.
She was in a daze when a man came out of Ji Mansion, wearing the Taoist uniform of Xuandu Temple, cursing as he walked: "These damn kids, do you know what it means to respect your elders? Why don't you just eat more at home... No, stay here too long.
How many days? You actually drove me away! You said that you are afraid of ruining your cultivation if you are too exposed to the world of mortals. Bah! Have you ever seen me with such a pale hair and childish face? I won’t live longer than them! Oops!”
The old Taoist was about to curse, but when he saw it was Mingwei, he immediately laughed: "Hey, isn't this the girl from Ming Xiaozheng's family? How did you get here? It's better to meet by chance than to invite her. Come on, let's go have a drink!"
Mingwei looked at his face and uttered with difficulty: "Fif...uncle, I was just passing by."
"This makes it even more fateful, let's go, let's go..."
Inexplicably, he was forced to drink a meal. Mingwei sent away his fifth uncle who smelled of alcohol and held his forehead.
Ji Xiaowu, Ji Xiaowu, he has lived for more than eighty years, why has he still not made any progress...
Slowly returning home, Xiao Wu gritted his teeth and washed the dishes.
Seeing her coming in, he said angrily: "Senior sister, where are you washing the dishes as promised? Where have you gone?"
Mingwei was stunned and rolled up his sleeves guiltily: "I just went out to watch the excitement..."
"Do you smell like drunk after watching the fun? Okay, okay, I'll take a shower while you go."
Mingwei stood aside and watched.
"What else is there? Just go back to bed if you have nothing to do." Xiao Wu no longer had any expectations for her.
Mingwei said "Oh", took two steps, suddenly turned around and asked him: "You said Master went to Mang Mountain?"
"yes!"
"What are you doing in Mang Mountain?"
"It is said that one part of the late Emperor's mausoleum is broken. Let's go check it out."
"The late emperor..." Mingwei muttered and suddenly ran upstairs.
Xiao Wu heard a "crackling" sound upstairs, and Mingwei quickly rushed down again, carrying a big baggage on his back.
"Hey, senior sister, what are you doing?"
Mingwei opened the door and said, "I'm going to find Master!" Then he ran away in a hurry.
Xiao Wu rushed to the door, only to have time to see her back flashing past the alley, and stamped his feet angrily.
"Who are they? One or two, they are all weird. Senior brother is like this, senior sister is like this, why am I so miserable?"
He shook his head and sighed, closed the door, and continued to wash the dishes resignedly. (To be continued)