My arch-rival Shen Yanshu and I traveled through time together.
I became a servant of Zuiyue Tower in the capital, relying on my piano skills to perform without selling myself.
He actually became the idle king who had power over the government and the public and paid private visits incognito.
Good news: We all know each other's ins and outs.
Bad news: We also all decided to pretend we didn't know each other – whoever revealed who was the dog first.
Thus, a three-year "actor showdown" began:
I played the piano for him and deliberately changed "Mountains and Flowing Waters" to "Love Business". His hand holding the tea cup was as steady as a rock and he praised "This music is wonderful";
I offered tea with my hands in modern etiquette, and he took it casually, but accurately placed the tea cup in the center of the coffee table, exactly - huh, dogs with advanced obsessive-compulsive disorder can't stop eating shit.
We tried wildly with modern codes that only each other understood, but we performed the identities of "Prince" and "Le Ling" perfectly in front of others.
Until a note written in typeface appeared on my pillow: "Tomorrow at noon, let's talk in the elegant room of Zuixian Building."
On the day of the appointment, I opened the door and he was sitting upright. The first thing he said was: "Stop pretending, I haven't deleted the comments on the 108th draft of your PPT."
I sneered: "What a coincidence, I haven't forgotten that kick you gave me in the elevator shaft."
We looked at each other and smiled so hard that we gritted our teeth.
Now that we've all fallen into a pit, let's see who can have the last laugh in this ancient copy where only each other is "real".
