Xi Zizi only wanted a good night's sleep. When she opened her eyes, she had become Qin Bao'er, a boy in ancient times.
With a new body, life still had to go on. He set up a stall to earn money and drew customers with his silver tongue, but his booming business also attracted the attention of powerful people. Fortunately, an old gentleman came to his aid. He entered a study and met the senior brother who would protect his books and leave a lamp burning for him on rainy nights.
She secretly fell in love with him, hiding behind the identity of his junior brother.
She remembered what he liked to eat and worried about him, treating each little act of care as a joy she couldn't speak of. Until her feelings were exposed in front of a room full of guests. The sect could no longer tolerate him, and the person he loved pushed him away with his own hands, leaving him with just one word: "Disgusting."
Qin Bao'er left, carrying his wounds with him.
Later, he met old acquaintances, took shelter from the rain with a traveling opera troupe, waited for boats with fishing families, and taught children to write their own names in drafty schoolrooms. Some people called him to meals; some waited for his letters. More and more people began calling him Teacher Qin.
He lived to a ripe old age.
When he opened his eyes again, the hospital lights were glaring, and his phone still held unanswered work messages.
Xi Zizi looked at her hands, and suddenly burst into tears.
