Dear Mom and Dad~~
How are you~~
I’m doing pretty well in ancient times~
Just a little~ homesick…
Pff—!!
I spat out a mouthful of tea all over the waiter’s face!
I froze.
Everyone at the table stopped moving and stared at me in shock.
The poor waiter wiped his face and forced a smile:
“Great spray! Wonderful spray! So refreshing, haha… =_=##”
I was still holding my teacup.
My brain completely shut down for five whole minutes…
Bang!
I slammed the table and jumped up!
(Well… hopped up. I only have one leg.)
The quiet hall instantly turned toward me.
Even the singer stopped and looked over.
I tilted my head back, took a deep breath, and shouted:
“The water I love most is forever the Yellow River’s flow,
The sunlight on my body melts the snow below…”
The guy holding the pipa dropped it with a clang.
He slowly stood up, staring at me in a daze.
After a long pause, he suddenly sang:
“The shoes I love most are the thousand-layer soles my mom made…”
He walked toward me step by step…
“The words I love most are always Chinese speech…”
I hopped toward him… =_=##
“The characters I love most are those my teacher taught…”
I gazed at him affectionately…
He looked back at me passionately…
Like the Cowherd and Weaver Girl on the Magpie Bridge,
like White Snake meeting Xu Xian—
We opened our mouths together and sang in unison:
“The thing I love most is repaying my mother’s care,
No matter where I go, my heart loves China forever…”
A determined Chinese kid!
(Author: “What ‘telepathy’? You’re just singing the same lyrics…”
Minmin: “Go away! We’re building atmosphere here!!”)
Short, flashy golden hair.
Features between Eastern and Western.
Blue eyes.
A row of ear studs.
Tall—about 1.9 meters.
Sunny temperament, brilliant smile.
A mixed-race hottie.
In short: handsome.
Zhao Minmin: transmigrated on Nov. 14, one and a half years ago.
Ying: transmigrated on May 1, half a year ago.
“Ying? What, like Manchester United?”
“Haha, I support Inter Milan—what about you?”
“Juventus, of course!”
…
…
Comrade!
I finally found you!
We hugged each other with tears streaming down.
When Minmin and Ying meet once: the whole tavern collapses.
Twice: the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers flow backward.
Three times: Halley’s Comet hits Earth…
That big fox, Prince Luo, and the others played the roles of the Queen Mother and Fahai, forcibly separating us!
They even drew their weapons!
If I hadn’t cried, screamed, threatened suicide, and yelled:
“Whoever touches Ying loses me forever!”
My comrade would’ve been doomed…
By the time we left the chaotic tavern, Ying and I were sworn brothers, inseparable.
He immediately decided to come with me.
“Joking? How could I let a girl wander around alone?”
He rubbed my head and hugged my shoulders.
I instantly surrendered to this big-brother-style declaration.
The fox’s eyes turned cold.
Guo’er’s blade flashed.
More chaos…
About Ying
Male, 21
Chinese-Russian mixed blood
Lives in Harbin
College sophomore
Major: Traditional Chinese Medicine
Top student (surprisingly…)
Soccer team captain
Band guitarist and lead singer
Reason for transmigrating:
During May Day, he visited Beijing.
At night, he explored a rooftop where someone had disappeared years ago.
When he opened an incinerator—
He transmigrated.
After arriving:
Something went wrong.
Dislocated bones.
Torn meridians.
He was picked up by Miracle Doctor Babao.
Sewn together.
Fed medicine.
Lay in bed for three months.
Later, he became Babao’s disciple.
Studied ancient medical texts.
Used his specialty.
Now he’s pretty skilled.
Recently, singing earned more than selling medicine,
so he went off-track…
When Prince Luo heard Ying was the closed-door disciple of the “Killer Miracle Doctor,”
he immediately welcomed him.
Last night, we went to say goodbye to his master.
“Killer… Miracle Doctor?”
Everyone stared at the thirteen-year-old-looking, soft, cute boy in front of us.
“Aren’t miracle doctors supposed to be old men?” I asked.
“He is,” Ying said. “A monster too—AH!”
He jumped back.
“You old bastard! You stabbed me with a needle?!”
Babao smiled.
“It’s fine. As long as you don’t talk for three hours,
you won’t die from organ failure and bleeding, okay~~”
Everyone shivered.
“You’re Minmin?”
Babao circled me.
“Interesting, just like Mingjing said…”
He leaned in.
“Guess how old I am.”
“Huh?”
“Guess right, I let him go with you.
Guess wrong, I kill you.”
The room tensed.
The fox and Prince Luo held their breath.
Guo’er subtly stood beside me.
Ying shook his head desperately.
“I won’t guess,” I smiled calmly.
“It doesn’t matter if he comes or not.”
“I didn’t insist.
He chose to follow me.”
…
Everyone froze.
Babao looked devastated.
“What?! That won’t do! That ruins the tension!
I worked so hard on this question!”
“You have to look nervous!
At least guess!”
Sigh…
Old people really do become like kids…
“Fine,” I said.
“Then you guess my age.
If you’re right, you detox him.
If you’re wrong, you still detox him.”
“Deal!” he said happily.
That night, the feared Killer Miracle Doctor was completely trained by Minmin.
Obedient.
Well-behaved.
When we left the next morning, Babao clung to my skirt.
He even scratched my belt.
Finally, he stuffed a fragrant sachet into my arms.
“With this, if you’re ever in trouble, open it…”
Crying like crazy.
Just like his friend Master Mingjing.
Do old men from that era all do this?
We could still hear him singing off-key:
“Come home often~~”
“Did you teach him that?” I growled.
“Sorry… my fault…” Ying said.
Off-key singing isn’t your fault.
But off-key singing with deep inner power is.
Everyone covered their ears and fled.
Dead birds lay everywhere…
The caravan continued to Changle.
Inside the swaying carriage, I stared at the marks on my wrist, distracted.
Outside the city gate, the caravans split.
The fox grabbed my wrist.
“So your real name is Zhao Minmin…”
He squeezed hard.
It hurt.
“Ow! What are you doing?!”
I shook him off angrily.
He said nothing.
Just tossed me a small porcelain bottle and boarded his carriage.
That bastard…
What the hell does that mean?!
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