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Chapter 209: One Mirror, One Mirror (Part )
Fan Yu's face changed, and he didn't speak for a long time. In this silence, in the small house that had been uninhabited for a long time but now had the smell of smoke, He Si was bending over and putting the mixed peach blossom glutinous rice into the steamer, and Qin Jian's figure was emerging behind her little by little. Both of them were focused on the people and things in front of them, as if they knew nothing about the conversation that was closely related to them just now.

"I'm coming." Hearing the noise behind her, He Si didn't even turn her head and just said perfunctorily.

"Yeah, how are you doing?" Qin Jian leaned over and looked at He Si's quick movements over her shoulder. He Si also moved to the left and gave him half a space. It had only been a few days since they expressed their feelings to each other, but their words and actions were as plain and tacit as those of an old married couple.

Qin Jian did not interrupt. For a moment, the only sound in the small kitchen was He Si's busy voice. After she had spread the rice and lit the stove, Qin Jian asked, "Is this the Thousand Gold Prescriptions?"

"What?" He Si turned her head with a puzzled look in her eyes.

"Qian Jin Yao Fang, a medical book written by Sun Simiao, mentions two methods of brewing peach blossom wine, which are very similar to the proportions you are using now."

"No, it's my grandmother's recipe," He Si wiped her eyes, which were a little sore from the smoke from the stove, with the back of her hand, and knocked her back a few times with her right fist before saying, "I just copied it according to my memory."

"I can see that he learned these back-pounding movements from his grandmother."

He Si blushed, knowing that Qin Jian was teasing her, and asked again: "Didn't they say there are two ways to brew it? What is the other one?"

"Stain the peach blossoms with wine."

He Si waited for Qin Jian to continue, but after waiting for a long time, she heard nothing. She turned her head to look at Qin Jian, and when she met his smiling eyes, she realized that she had been teased again.

"Really? Drinking peach blossoms soaked in wine can improve your complexion and cure all diseases." Qin Jian seemed to have read her thoughts and there was a smile in his voice.

"So simple? I should have used this earlier." He Si muttered, and suddenly sniffed her nose and said, "What a smell, it smells strange."

Qin Jian finally stood up after hearing this, raised the bag in his hand and said, "We stopped by Wuweizhai, the private restaurant you visited before. I tried to have dinner alone with Ah Si several times, but failed. I think no one will come to disturb us today."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the living room and placed the dishes one by one on the eight-immortal table, the only valuable table in the house. There were a few side dishes, a steamed fish, a plate of water chestnuts and shrimps, a clay pot of pork ribs and lotus root soup, and even a small sky-blue jar.

"What is this?" He Si walked forward and asked.

"A-Si, you have good taste. This is not from a restaurant, but mulberry wine that I brewed myself," Qin Jian proudly opened the bottle cap, and the aroma of wine filled the room. "Si, it will take several days for A-Si's peach wine to be brewed, so I brought it here to satisfy your craving. How about having some to try?"

"Okay." He Si didn't refuse and sat down at the table.

The mellow liquid flowed from the jar into the cup. The purple-red color looked more like juice. He Si took a sip. It tasted sour and sweet and was very delicious.

"How about it?"

Seeing the usually indifferent man showing an expectant expression, He Si simply drank the wine in the glass and replied, "Not bad, another glass."

"Wow, Ah Si is really a heroine," Qin Jian slowly filled up his glass, poured himself another glass of wine, and symbolically advised: "But drink slowly, this wine has some aftereffects."

"Oh." He Si nodded obediently. She was busy for most of the day and was hungry. She put down her wine glass and picked up a dish with chopsticks, slowly tasting it. The two sat face to face at the two ends of the eight-immortal table, drinking quietly, without saying a word. Occasionally, there was the sound of wine glasses gently clinking. It was not that there was nothing to say, but that they were side by side and a glance conveyed everything, without the need for more words.

After both of them finished their meal, He Si's face turned red due to the alcohol. Qin Jian stood up to clean up the food, but his hand reaching for the bowl and chopsticks was held down by He Si.

"what happened?"

"Do you remember what I said this morning?" He Si paused and continued, "about the fact that I will die eventually."

"Asi..."

"Let me finish. I just thought about this when I was alone. This incident actually hurts you more. For me, every moment I have is happiness. As for a hundred years later, I will have disappeared and naturally will not feel pain. But you are different. You will... continue to suffer until you forget me or fall in love with another woman. But I don't want this to happen."

"Ah Si, I can't."

"So, come find me," He Si interrupted Qin Jian more firmly. Maybe it was because of the alcohol, her eyes were a little wet, but her eyes were firm, and every word was still clear. "If those reincarnation illusions are real, and we really have lives after lives, then in the next life, Qin Jian, please come to me before Song Zhaoxuan."

Qin Jian was stunned. This was the first time he received such direct and warm love from He Si. Qin Jian felt that he was almost burned by the girl's earnest gaze. His heart was filled with joy and sadness, as well as pride and confusion. In the end, he could only silently recite her name helplessly: "A Si..."

"promise me."

Qin Jian regained his sanity and answered solemnly: "Okay."

Just as he finished speaking, before their hands separated, the walls on all four sides suddenly turned to dust, darkness fell, and wild grass spread out, reaching above He Si's knees in the blink of an eye.

"Qin Jian."

He Si subconsciously called out, but there was no one in sight, and no response. Everything was silent, the evening breeze was blowing, and she could see the huge mountain wall in front of her in the dim moonlight. A Maitreya Buddha was carved along the mountain, leaning forward, looking at her with compassion. He Si recognized it. This was the place Qin Jian had brought her to before, and the place where Qin Jian woke up.

But before she could think about it, she suddenly heard chaotic footsteps not far away. She looked around, bent down in the cover of night, hid behind an ancient tree beside her, and looked in the direction of the sound.

The sound was approaching. It was a woman, pushing aside the weeds and walking with a stumbling motion. It was obviously not the way the locals walked. He Si knew that she had seen an illusion again, but she didn't know the meaning of this illusion. In the middle of the night, in the wilderness, why would a woman walk alone, and in the place where Qin Jian woke up?

Is there someone chasing her? He Si was startled and looked up. Although the woman was walking in a panic, she was not in a panic. She didn't seem to be running away, but rather searching.

Who is she? From a distance, the woman's clothes were torn, and her true appearance could not be seen in the darkness. All I could tell was that she was wearing long sleeves and long pants, which did not look like ancient costumes, and she seemed to be carrying a bag.

What was going on? He Si couldn't help but move closer to the tree. The woman also walked closer at this moment. Maybe she sensed He Si's presence, but she turned her head in this direction and looked directly at He Si.

He Si heard herself let out a low cry, but the woman didn't hear it. She just ran towards He Si, brushed past her, and then stumbled away.

He Si waited for a long time before she came to her senses, not because of that eye contact, but because she finally saw the woman's face clearly. Like the ancient girl in the previous illusion, she had the same face as hers.