At night, I went up to the nun's quarters.

  Impossible can become possible. Ye Jinghong turned many impossibilities in the officialdom into possibilities, but he went against the grain and turned many possibilities back into impossibilities. To use that extremely moving phrase, he wanted to retire with a flourish, like a legendary recluse, unsullied and uncorrupted, with a flick of his butt, returning to simplicity and truth.

  Another kind in officialdom - very demonic.

  Ye Jinghong was forty-four years old and had reached the rank of deputy department level. According to the usual promotion rules, before the age of sixty, he could steadily rise two or three levels, his career path was not good but not bad either.

  He, however, did not want to ascend, but instead wanted to return to simplicity and truth, and retreat into a life of seclusion.

  Ye Jinghong said: Tired, disgusted, people are in the red dust, but their hearts are no longer in the red dust.

  When he said this, Ye Jinghong was already standing on Yinyun Mountain in Huangdao City.

  Yin Yun Mountain is located thirty miles northeast of Huangdao City, and there is a nunnery on the mountain called Yin Yun Nunnery. Yin Yun Mountain became famous because of the good reputation of Yin Yun Nunnery. In fact, it was the nun of Yin Yun Nunnery who made it famous.

  The nuns of Yinyun An are very beautiful and have high IQ, with the lowest educational background being a postgraduate. The female postgraduates who come to Yinyun Mountain to become nuns, every day they sweep the yard, water the flowers and grass, and then listen to the senior nuns talk about the Tao of goodness and the Buddhist culture that can reach everything in the post-modern era. Yinyun An has a very strict rule: no money from any incense guest can be accepted. Including the abbot, no one is allowed to carry a single penny on their body, only with a sincere heart towards Buddha. This is different from the nuns in general scenic spots who sit and recite scriptures for wages and bonuses.

  All the expenses of Yinyun An are handled by the Xiangke Association. The senior nuns of Yinyun An, who seem to be detached from worldly affairs, accept disciples based on their karma and spend their days chanting scriptures and spreading goodness. Their lives are simple, but their status is not ordinary, and ordinary people cannot enter their sight. Therefore, even if someone has ulterior motives and wants to join them, even if they are rich and handsome or beautiful, it's not certain that they can get a meditation cushion on Yinyun Mountain.

  Hong Kong and Taiwan's top ten richest people have all been to Yinyun Mountain to sit and discuss the Tao. In the eyes of ordinary worldly people, being able to sit and discuss the Tao with a beautiful, highly educated nun would be extremely enjoyable - even without any outcome, just the process itself is enough to entice people.

  But, however, the rich came with great enthusiasm and left in disappointment.

  The rich have six roots unclean, none of them can stay in Yinyun An overnight.

  Yunshan Mountain can accommodate male guests for overnight stays.

  Ye Jinghong once stayed overnight at Yinyun An.

  Qian Yingyun was the name of the nun who served as a sleeping companion for Ye Jinghong in his elegant thatched cottage. She had once been a red-hot movie and TV star, but at the age of thirty-three, she remained unmarried and a virgin.

  The valley is empty and quiet, with a few scattered orchids, the beauty of which is beyond compare. They are approachable but also detached from worldly things, to be admired from afar but not to be trifled with...

  Ye Jinghong, this lump of male cow dung that wants to stay away from the worldly dust, actually dared to seduce the unmarried and chaste Yingyun Xianji?

  It's impossible.

  Maybe it's possible. Ye Jinghong is best at turning the impossible into the possible.

  Difficult things can be done easily, only Jing Hong can do it.

  "What do you want? You've slept enough, why not go down the mountain? Do you really want to learn from me and cultivate in the Empty Gate?" Qian Yingyun poured water on a tall azalea in front of Zhu She's hut.

  Ye Jinghong sat on the ground with his eyes narrowed, staring at Qian Yingyun.

  The sky was half-mooned, and the bright, slightly cool light spilled over Ye Jinghong's body.

  You can see Ye Jinghong's slightly chubby belly with a dark shadow, his face is a slender and handsome face, about 178 cm tall, and his body proportions are still quite coordinated. His forehead is slightly larger, with an unclear horizontal dark shadow in the middle.

  The hall is slightly dim, possibly due to the peach blossom luck being dim.

  Ye Jinghong lazily gazed at Qianying Yun, who was watering flowers, his mouth curled into a slight smile as he said, "Come sit down and chat with me about the romance of life."

  "No, let's not talk about worldly matters." Qian Yingyun put down the water jug and picked up the flower scissors.

  "I often think of myself wearing a coarse linen shirt, standing barefoot on the land in front of my old home, staring blankly at everything around me. The land in front of my old home is on a high slope in the east of the village, where corn and peanuts are grown. When it's dry, I have to carry two water buckets on my shoulders from the water bay at the foot of the slope, walk along several winding roads, and pour water into the fields with a water scoop... As a child, I was especially afraid of this kind of work. At the age of 12 or 13, I couldn't do it like an adult, seemingly leisurely and skillfully walking back and forth on my two legs. I could only endure it, enduring for half an hour, an hour, until the sun sets in the evening... Facing the yellow earth and backing the sky, I endured for a day. The village where I lived was an ordinary village that couldn't be more ordinary, an ordinary farm family, and I was even more ordinary than ordinary, even humble. Everyone in the village was almost the same, living a humble and ignorant life. Fortunately, I could go to school. Every day, I carried my backpack and went to school early, then I dreamed through a day of school, and with a group of humble friends from the village, we spent our days playing and making trouble until we finished junior high and high school. After finishing high school, it was time to go to college. But I couldn't go to college. I almost never touched my high school textbooks, they were like new, some I didn't even bother to write my name on, after receiving them, I threw them into the desk drawer, and let the chicken soup that could become a ladder for human progress, a symbol of knowledge, and a boast of noble spirit become a pillow for my noon nap..."

  "You're really something, a self-loving madman. Go back to bed and listen to your own nonsense..." Qian Yingyun finished trimming the flowers and returned to her bamboo hut with an ethereal elegance.

  Ye Jinghong sprang up like a rabbit and took Qian Yingyun's hand, walking in together.

  "Oh no, you're going to be the death of me... once you get up, it's never-ending, people are going to be driven mad by you..." Ye Jinghong pressed down on Qian Yingyun, who let out a soul-stirring, cloud-and-rain-like voice.

  Ye Jinghong really hugged Qian Yingyun, and also wanted to hug her sustainably, in broad daylight.

  The nuns and masters also don't care about it.

  Some things are better left unmanaged.

  Qian Yingyun's master, Yixi Shitai, was a virtuous nun. She gazed at Ye Jinghong and Qian Yingyun entering the bamboo hut with one eye open and the other closed, her ears seeming to hear yet not hear the loud noise that was quite out of place in this Buddhist sanctuary.

  Yiye Shitai smiled slightly.

  A smile that can topple a city.

  An hour after Yuye Shitai's stunning smile, it started snowing on the mountain, with flakes dancing and swirling to the ground.

  The thick snowflakes fell for more than three days, and many bamboo houses collapsed. The bamboo house of Ye Jinghong and Qian Yingyun also collapsed.

  Ye Jinghong, who was in a state of being, did not feel that the bamboo shed had collapsed, but only felt that the thousand-layered cloud under him was like cotton wool, getting lighter and lighter, and then disappeared very vaguely.

  Heart aching, Ye Jinghong was extremely heartbroken, stretching out his hand to grab Qian Yingyun's hand, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't grasp it.

  ……

  "Hey, hey, Monday, roll call! Ye Gan Shi!" Someone shouted at Ye Jinghong.

  Ye Jinghong opened his eyes and looked around.

  Doesn't feel right?

  The scene twenty years ago.

  Collective officers' quarters of the Imperial Guard Division. Simple wooden beds with a large hat and armed belt hanging on the headboard.

  So bizarre? Dreaming?

  But dreams are just like reality.

  Playing games too much, still listening to my own 90s-born daughter talk about crossing and being infatuated?

  Is it back to before liberation after one sleep?

  There is a calendar on the wall, a 1992 fantasy girl calendar. The girl in the calendar looks very much like Du Xiaojuan, the female lieutenant that Ye Jinghong met when he first reported to the Huangdao Garrison Command.

  Ye Jinghong traveled back in time from 2012 to 1992.

  On the bedside table were two overnight fried dough sticks, two newspapers, Reference News and PLA Daily.

  The date on the newspaper is August 1992.

  The impossible has become possible.

  Ye Jinghong sat up, rubbing his face with both hands, and habitually tousled his hair in the manner of a middle-aged uncle. In Ye Jinghong's mind, he was thinking of Napoleon's words, which he often brought out to peddle when he was drunk. Napoleon's original words were: "Everything can be changed, it is impossible that only in the dictionary of mediocrity will there be." The 24-year-old General Napoleon became famous after one battle in the Battle of Toulon. The 24-year-old Ye Jinghong had just experienced a transmigration event and was adapting to the life of a soldier with his innate perseverance, twenty years ago when he was born as a calf. The impossibility that Ye Jinghong faced seemed even more difficult than Napoleon's impossibility of taking down the Toulon rebels at one stroke.

  "Does Captain Ye feel unwell? Do you want me to ask for leave for you?" Fat Lieutenant Li Xiangdong, who had always been ignored by Ye Jinghong, smiled at him obsequiously.

  "I'm feeling unwell, I'll take a leave of absence. Just say I've got my period." Ye Jinghong's head lolled to one side and he fell back onto the bed. Ye Jinghong's current mood was even more irritable than that of a woman on her period.

  Fat lieutenant innocently grinned at Ye Jinghong and put on his hat and tied up his combat belt before leaving.

  Ye Jinghong lay in bed for a few minutes. Hearing the slogans, he frowned and crawled up to the window to look outside.

  Every scene and every object is related to emotions.

  The drill ground of the Political Department of Huangdao Garrison is located on the playground west of the office building. The most eye-catching scenery is two 3-meter-high rhododendrons on the south side of the playground. Du Xiaofei followed a group of male officers, wearing very good-looking and charming female combat boots to run drills. Female combat boots stand out among a pile of dull military rubber shoes.

  Love stinky beauty.

  Du Xiaoyuan is very beautiful, and as soon as she starts exercising, the young officers of the three major departments of the Imperial Island Garrison Command are almost fully present, shouting slogans with all their might. Du Xiaoyuan not only looks beautiful, but her background is also particularly strong, her father is a vice president of the Naval Aviation Academy in charge of sea and air combat training, a lieutenant general.

  The pursuers around him were dancing and fluttering. Seeing Du Xiaojun, Ye Jinghong's mood was great.

  Ye Jinghong pushed open the window, stretched his waist, cleared his throat and shouted out of the window: "I'm back again!"