It seems that Baozi realized he was young and lacked virtue, so he knew to ask for a higher generation's respect.
I said, "Don't count on it. Even if you bring out your grandfather, he'd still have to call you ancestor. This isn't as simple as four or three generations living together."
"And what about...him?"
I said, "I don't know where Brother Yu is now, I just want you to understand."
Baozi glanced at me sideways: "If I were to call you 'Ancestor,' you wouldn't be able to call me 'Brother,' would you?"
I sighed, “This is the misfortune of marriage. Most people only have a bunch of aunts and uncles after they get married, but I’m in a different situation, I have an ancestor. Sigh, I’ll just call him brother, that way I can stay close to your family.”
Baozi asked cautiously, "Then... what should I call Zhang Bing?"
"Zhang Bing was a misunderstanding, but you also have to call the person who looked exactly like Zhang Bing an ancestor, though he belonged to the stepmother's lineage. We'll discuss that later; now it's time to talk about Ke Zi and the others."
Baozi turned his head and asked, "By the way, who is Kezi?"
Ersha chuckled: "I am Jing Ke."
Baozi scratched his head and said, "Right, you told me that you really are... Jing Ke, the one who assassinated Qin Shi Huang?"
Ersha nodded.
Baozi said in horror, "I remember Fatty telling me his name was Ying Zheng—so he wasn't..." It seems Baozi's history isn't entirely blank.
I nodded and said, "Yes, Fatty is Qin Shi Huang. Don't worry, Kezi has no intention of killing him anymore."
Baozi looked at Li Shishi and said with a stern face, "Xiao Nan, it's your turn. Tell me the truth."
Li Shishi smiled apologetically: "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept it from you for so long..." Baozi suddenly said: "Wait, I guessed it, you are the person you played in the movie, Li Shishi!"
Li Shishi said awkwardly, "You guessed right, cousin-in-law. I... don't have a very clean background."
Baozi walked over and took her hand, saying, "Don't say things like that. Isn't what they show in the movies real? You have no choice. You're a good girl." Li Shishi's eyes were glistening with tears as she slowly leaned on Baozi's shoulder.
Baozi pointed at Mulan and said, "Hey, cousin, don't tell me who you are yet, let me guess. Hua Muli—plus what you said about your father joining the army, you must be Mulan!"
Hua Mulan smiled and said, "Hehe, Baozi is really smart."
Baozi seemed to have gotten hooked on the guessing game, waving his hands and saying, "Don't say anything, let me guess one by one. It's Liu Ji's turn, oh dear, this one is hard to guess."
Liu Bang confidently declared, "Initially, my mother saw a dragon coiled above her, and thus she became pregnant, and I was born. I also have a name: Liu Bang. Haha, now you know who I am, right?"
Baozi slapped his thigh: "I know! You have two sworn brothers, one named Guan Yu and the other Zhang Fei. You two are the Three Sworn Brothers of the Peach Garden!"
us:"……"
...See, I told you, she never got Liu Bang and Liu Bei right.
Liu Bang sighed and cursed, "That brat Liu Bei stole my thunder! If I ever see him, I'll slap that bastard twice!"
I whispered to Baozi, "Liu Bang was Liu Bei's ancestor, the one from the Feast at Hongmen."
Liu Bang sighed, "Let it be the Oath of the Peach Garden. If she really finds out who I am, the grudges between my ancestors and hers won't be cleared up in a short time."
Wu Sangui, stamping his feet anxiously to the side, suddenly leaned closer and said, "Baozi, you don't need to guess anymore. I'll tell you, I am Wu Sangui, the one who led the Qing army into the pass." Wu Sangui was so eager to reveal his identity because the people in the room were all emperors or heroes. Although Li Shishi's identity wasn't exactly honorable, she hadn't done anything particularly heinous. But Wu Sangui was different; the old man was sensitive and afraid of being looked down upon, so he was eager to know Baozi's reaction to the name Wu Sangui.
To everyone's surprise, Baozi said blankly, "Wu Sangui? Don't use an alias, use your real name."
Wu Sangui, in a fit of rage, exclaimed, "This is my real name!"
I reminded her, "Do you know Chen Yuanyuan?"
The confusion on Baozi's face gradually cleared: "Oh, that beautiful woman?"
I pointed at Wu Sangui and said, "This is Chen Yuanyuan's husband."
Baozi shook hands with Wu Sangui: "Nice to meet you. Haha, it feels good to have a beautiful wife, doesn't it?"
Wu Sangui was about to say something more, but I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Alright, that's a good introduction. What does it have to do with you leading the Qing army into the pass and Guan Yu? Do you think she would care about that?"
Wu Sangui shook hands with Baozi twice, looking dazed, and kept muttering to himself, "Sorrow, so very sorrowful..." It was unclear whether he was sorrowful for himself or for Baozi.
Baozi looked left and right, then suddenly leaned back on the sofa and said happily, "Everyone under the same roof as me is a celebrity!"
Wu Sangui, still harboring resentment, said, "Don't count me in."
Baozi said to me, "When will Fatty come back from digging up the grave? And Big Guy, where did he go?"
I put my arm around her waist and said, "Let's go to sleep first tonight. Have you forgotten that your husband just came out of a den of thieves?"
As Baozi walked upstairs with me, he said, "Tell me who those people were today when we get into bed later."
I turned around and said to everyone, "You all should go to sleep too. I'll find someone to fix the glass tomorrow."
That night, I didn't get to go to bed early as I'd hoped; Baozi kept me talking until the wee hours. Of course, this was understandable, because the people around us are just so diverse and interesting; almost every name is a surprise. Baozi kept exclaiming, "Fifty-four heroes of Liangshan! Which fifty-four?" "So San'er is Hu Sanniang?" "You said that red-faced guy today is Guan Yu? Why isn't he carrying a sword?"...
Later, I fell asleep while I was talking. I've been around these people for so long that I'm used to it all, and their stories don't interest me at all. It's like a boring programmer whose wife is still enthusiastically talking to him about C++ in bed after a long day of work—could you stand it?
The next day, when I opened my eyes, it was probably already noon. Baozi doesn't like to sleep in, but for the first time ever, she was still lying obediently beside me, staring at me with wide, unblinking eyes. I asked nervously, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Baozi said quietly, "I had a dream yesterday."
What did you dream about?
“I dreamt that you told me that the big guy was my ancestor, the fat guy was Qin Shi Huang, and a whole bunch of other random things, like the heroes of Liangshan and several emperors and so on.”
I was first taken aback, then I chuckled: "This dream is really bizarre; it could be the subject of a novel."