No... Suddenly, Li Xichi realized.
Actually, to those who were unaware, she was now Li Qiyu, since she had the exact same face as Li Qiyu.
Having thought this through, Li Xichi began to believe Li Qiyu a bit.
Watching Li Qiyu chatting about Zhou Donglin and even shedding tears, she said contemptuously, "The story of Zhou Donglin is rather unremarkable. I don't know why you like this story."
Wasn't it just a story about a man constantly chasing a woman but failing to win her heart? There were plenty of such stories in the plays.
Only Li Qiyu knew the weight of this story. It was the proof of a man loving her with his whole life.
Because of this connection, Li Qiyu could even say to her former love rival, "Thank you."
"Don't thank me. I don't like it. We've agreed before. It's an exchange of interests. Now that you've got all the answers you wanted, I hope you'll keep your promise."
Li Qiyu nodded. Li Xichi could be regarded as her real fellow townsman. Naturally, she would help if she could.
Li Qiyu and Li Xichi chatted a lot until Jiang Yongfeng came to call them for dinner. Then they stopped.
After dinner, Li Qiyu and Song Jiaye were going to drive back to Xiyu Villa. Since they were worried about Li Tong, they took her with them.
As for Li Xichi, Jiang Yongfeng took her to the room.
"Xichi, what did Li Xiyu say to you?"
"Nothing much. She just asked some questions about Zhou Donglin and taught me a lot of things."
Sure enough, those who had traveled through time understood the dilemmas of time - travelers better. What Li Qiyu taught Li Xichi were all very practical life skills, like how to use the toilet and that there was something called sanitary pads for menstruation here and they didn't need to stuff cloth anymore.
But when Jiang Yongfeng heard the word "taught", she obviously didn't believe it.
"Could she teach you?"
"Yeah." Li Xichi also understood the relationships in this era. Knowing that the person in front of her was her mother, her tone became a bit kinder.
"Then who is Zhou Donglin?"
"Zhou Donglin is..." Li Xichi didn't know how to explain. She said casually, "You don't know him."
"I don't know him?" This really puzzled Jiang Yongfeng.
Li Xichi was raised by her. From childhood to adulthood, Li Xichi would tell her everything, even how many boyfriends she had dated in school and would occasionally ask for her advice.
Li Xichi would never say, "You don't know him."
Jiang Yongfeng thought of the line in the poetry collection, "Donglin has thrived. Spring Yu can perch."
Associating it with all that had happened recently.
She asked, "The Zhou Donglin you mentioned, could he be Song Jiaye?"
Of course, Jiang Yongfeng knew nothing about time - traveling or ancient times.
She had this doubt just because of the whim after hearing this name.
The content recorded in that poetry collection highly coincided with Song Jiaye's dream. Although the author was anonymous, words like "Donglin" and "Spring Yu" appeared frequently in the poetry collection. So some gossips on the Internet guessed that the author of this poetry collection might be Donglin, and the woman he loved was called Spring Yu, which was why there were so many implicit and explicit poems.
This sounded absurd to Li Xichi.
"How could Zhou Donglin be Song Jiaye?" Li Xichi said while pushing the chattering Jiang Yongfeng out of the room. She wouldn't open the door no matter how much Jiang Yongfeng knocked.
She had learned too much information about this era from Li Qiyu today. She felt her head was about to explode. All she wanted to do now was to rest.
Jiang Yongfeng knocked on the door for a while. Seeing that Li Xichi wouldn't open it, she didn't bother anymore.
Since her daughter woke up, she felt that her daughter was different from before. She wasn't as close to her as before, just like a different person.
On the other hand, at this moment, Song Jiaye and Li Qiyu were still on their way back.
Li Tong had fallen asleep and was lying on Li Qiyu's lap. The car was driving quietly on the road. Li Qiyu was thinking about what she had talked with Concubine Yu in the afternoon and the sufferings that Zhou Donglin had endured. Her heart ached.
Song Jiaye noticed her abnormality.
She was too quiet, the quietness of having something on her mind.
"Did Li Xichi say something to you?"
Actually, not only Jiang Yongfeng was worried about Li Qiyu's private communication with Li Xichi, Song Jiaye was also worried.
Different from Jiang Yongfeng, he was afraid that Li Qiyu would get hurt.
Li Qiyu looked up at him. Song Jiaye comforted her, "Not to mention she's in this situation now. Even if she wasn't ill, you should just take her words casually. She's always outspoken and has no basis for what she says. Don't take it to heart."
Maybe because the light was too dim, maybe because Song Jiaye's comforting tone was too gentle, maybe because after talking with Concubine Yu today, Li Qiyu missed Zhou Donglin so much.
At this moment, she even vaguely saw Zhou Donglin's shadow on Song Jiaye.
It seemed that it was Zhou Donglin saying to her,
"Qiyu, don't take those things that make you unhappy to heart."
Li Qiyu wasn't a crybaby.
At this moment, her tears fell like broken beads.
This situation startled Song Jiaye. He quickly fumbled around to find tissues for Li Qiyu.
"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? Don't cry."
He was really bad at comforting girls.
Besides handing tissues, he didn't know what to do.
Song Jiaye clumsily handed tissues to Li Qiyu. He had used up a whole pack of tissues and was holding a pile of them himself.
Li Qiyu just had a momentary misrecognition. Once the tears flowed, she felt a bit more relaxed. She didn't need so many tissues.
But since the tissues were taken out and couldn't be put back, Song Jiaye had to hold this pile of tissues all the way, thinking about dealing with them when they got back.
Looking at Song Jiaye's clumsy but a bit cute look.
Li Qiyu thought that she had to admit that Song Jiaye was really like Zhou Donglin in some ways.
She felt that she was really crazy. The two were completely different. Only when she was out of her mind could she mix them up.
"By the way, is the movie about 'Collection of Spring Yu' you mentioned before ready?"
"Yeah, it's been filed, and the screenwriter is in place."
"Screenwriter?"
"The person who is responsible for writing the story."
"Can I add something?"
"Sure." Now as long as Li Qiyu stopped crying, even if she asked Song Jiaye to pick the stars in the sky for her, Song Jiaye would do it without hesitation.
"The owner of that poetry collection was originally from a wealthy family, a graceful young master. For the girl written in the poetry collection, he was expelled from the family and gave up his identity."
This plot... Why did it sound so familiar?