[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten":3,"chapter-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-502":6,"glossary-terms-4587":23},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simulated to Reality: I Once Looked Down Upon Ten Thousand Ages?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2347517,4587,"Chapter 502: The Second Master Returns, the Bastard Enters the Grand View Garden","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-502",502,"\u003Cp>Xie Yuan cheerfully called out to the two about to leave, then turned to Lady Yuan and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big Mama, if this matter isn’t urgent, could you let Wutong stay for now? Let her go after the banquet begins.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Lady Zhuge’s face showed a hint of curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yuan continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I intended to visit the Sixth Young Lady, but I can’t have Xie Houer, such a reckless fellow, accompanying me. Wutong knows me well—her company brings me peace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After listening, Lady Zhuge’s eyes brightened slightly as she studied Xie Yuan closely and smiled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You truly mean to visit the Sixth Young Lady? Don’t trick your mother—go over there and act up, scare her off, and ruin the Xie family’s reputation. When that happens, the Old Matriarch won’t spare you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yuan immediately bowed, his expression solemn: “I would never dare. I beg Big Mama’s approval.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Lady Zhuge turned with a smile to Lady Yuan: “Sister, the child has finally shown some sincerity—I’ve pleaded with him at home to no avail. Now that he’s made up his mind, it’s just a maid. Let him have her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she turned to Lady Zhao, speaking softly: “Sister is thoughtful—you understand how hard it is to be a mother. Yuan-er has learned something good; though he may never catch up to Feng-er, I still want to find him a proper, sensible young lady. If he can’t match your daughter, at least let him have a homebound wife.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Zhao merely smiled faintly and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, you jest—the Sixth Young Lady of the Li family is famed for her cultivation and grace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Yuan glanced at Lady Zhao, then at the middle-aged Confucian scholar seated beside Lady Zhuge—Xie Yuan’s uncle, Zhuge Jian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze finally settled on Wutong, and she spoke slowly: “Since Sister has spoken, how could I refuse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gan Zhi, go find a sharp-witted maid in the outlying compound.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Madam!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gan Zhi placed her hands at her waist, bowed gracefully, and her eyes unconsciously flickered over the blue package on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memories of the little courtyard moments ago returned to her—had that Xie family young master already foreseen this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Xie family’s bastard son is truly clever!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gan Zhi withdrew slowly; Wutong stood quietly behind Xie Yuan’s seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry and thank Big Mama.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once, Xie Yuan bowed formally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Zhuge cast several more glances at Wutong—the maid had a slender, graceful figure, no makeup on her face, and especially her eyes, sparkling with a rare vitality uncommon among servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wutong sensed something unusual and murmured inwardly: Why are three mistresses speaking over me, a mere maid? This is too strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the maids attending the room cast curious, envious glances toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After today, Wutong’s name would surely spread through the Xie Fu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet at this moment, Wutong thought of her own young master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Yuan had requests, his mother backing him, his uncle building momentum—in this grand Xie household, he had never suffered a single slight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what of her own young master? He was already twelve, yet had never even begun his studies, and no one dared speak a word on his behalf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Wutong felt a pang of injustice and sorrow for her young master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An old woman, leaning on a deer-headed cane, entered slowly, supported by a strikingly handsome youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old woman wore a warm smile, as if she’d overheard the conversation in the main hall, and spoke gently:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuan-er, you’ve finally learned some manners. In the past, at gatherings like this, you’d always hide by the lake playing crickets. Today, you’re sitting still in the main hall? Ming Shan never praises lightly—he said you’ve taken on the look of a scholar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone rose slightly in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man supporting the Old Matriarch was Yuan Fu’s second son, Xie Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his hundred-day banquet, “The Xie family’s qilin child stirred all of Bianjing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wutong looked at Xie Yu—his temples were neatly trimmed like a blade’s edge, his brows painted as if inked, his face like peach petals, his eyes like autumn ripples, wearing a tall crown with a silver headband, radiating scholarly grace that naturally inspired affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wutong mused inwardly: This Master Xie Yu was born on the same day and month as her own young master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet their fates were utterly different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Xie Yu and Xie Yuan were deeply favored by the Old Matriarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years ago, the Old Matriarch dreamed of a star falling into the Xie household—the next day, Xie Yu was born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she gave birth to Xie Ling, she had dreamed of a lotus leaf drifting into her womb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dreams like these breed endless speculation, and as Xie Yu grew, becoming ever more outstanding, her affection only deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xie family had many bastard sons; Xie Ling himself was notoriously licentious, with eight concubines and over a dozen sons and daughters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the Old Matriarch’s eyes, these descendants were merely vessels of Xie blood, meant for lineage—not true kin, not even as close as the maids who served her daily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yuan reluctantly rebutted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandmother, I’m not that childish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yu bowed properly and returned to his mother Lady Yuan’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuge Jian also studied Xie Yu—clearly a promising scholar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Old Matriarch took the main seat; in Great Qi, filial piety governed the realm—even the head of the household, Xie Ling, would yield the seat to his mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Old Matriarch cherished Xie Yuan deeply—he’d been mischievous as a child, but pure-hearted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, she slipped and fell into the lake; servants leapt in, but the winter water was bone-chilling, and all the young masters and ladies stood frozen on the shore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Xie Yuan, without hesitation, dove into the lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Old Matriarch scanned the room—everyone here was tied to the Xie family by deep bonds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the three mistresses, the four on her right were from other great clans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Zhuge Jian held the highest status among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Old Matriarch turned to Zhuge Jian:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Jingyue, you’ve come to the Xie family so rarely—I’d planned to have Ming Shan accompany you, but he’s always at Qingliang Temple, so I, an old woman, had to step in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuge Jian bowed humbly: “Old Matriarch, you’ve gone to too much trouble. When I studied, Brother Ming Shan was the strictest instructor at the academy—he flatters me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, the Old Matriarch’s face showed rare concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She favored her third son, Xie Hong, unlike imperial families who favored the eldest—great clans often dote on the youngest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Hong entered officialdom late and spent long years by her side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eldest and second sons had become Crown Prince’s companions and joined the army early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Hong managed household affairs with precision and studied diligently at home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father died when he was young; the Old Matriarch raised him alone, and he was deeply filial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Xie Yu, in the Old Matriarch’s eyes, fell short of him in cultivation and scholarship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Hong had nearly been taken as a disciple by the Second Master, becoming the Fifth Disciple of the Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after the palace coup, his connection as the eldest son caused his mother unbearable pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Xie Hong had always stayed close, after the Third Master inscribed a character, the courtyard gained the character “Hong,” and the Old Matriarch changed his name accordingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, Xie Hong grew despondent and retreated to Qingliang Temple to cultivate—he returned only for New Year’s Eve. His mother missed him deeply, often heartbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Zhao, as if sensing the Old Matriarch’s sorrow, whispered: “Mother, Renfeng is about to take the autumn examination, and Ming Shan will soon return to the Xie Fu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Hong was profoundly filial, yet regarding marriage and lineage, he merely obeyed his parents’ wishes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Second Courtyard, there were only three concubines, three sons, and two daughters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, Lady Zhao had admired and yearned for Xie Hong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who in Bianjing didn’t adore this world-renowned scholar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daughters of great clans, unwilling to be Crown Princess, wished to become Xie family brides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet after marriage, though they fulfilled marital duties, they treated each other like guests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Old Matriarch pulled her thoughts back, knowing the true purpose of today’s banquet: to plead for Xie Ling, the former “Dingyuan Marquis.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Xie Hong would speak on Xie Ling’s behalf, why seek anyone else?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Jingyue, you surely understand the true intent of this gathering.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuge Jian already understood clearly—it was to use his voice before Prime Minister Su to plead for Xie Ling’s restoration after his title was stripped, hoping he might return to the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Matriarch, rest easy. Whether considering the bond between the Xie and Zhang families, or as Xie Yuan’s uncle, I cannot promise success—but I will spare no effort.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Yuan bowed sincerely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thank Master Jingyue from the bottom of my heart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Ling’s honor and disgrace truly affected the rise and fall of the great household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was why Xie Yuan and his mother were present today—Zhuge Jian had accepted the task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the Xie family, Lady Zhuge would naturally rise with the tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The conversation flowed smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yuan grew bored—hearing nothing but old tales of the Xie and Zhang families, things he’d heard since childhood and long tired of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing that soon the Zhao and Li families’ high-ranking officials would arrive, and that the younger generation must withdraw, he rose to take his leave for the “Hongjing Courtyard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A maid rushed in, hurrying through several large chambers and bursting into the main hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Old Matriarch frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a time when the main hall was discussing vital matters, nothing in the Xie Fu should interrupt here!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Yuan’s face darkened—Xie Ling was absent, and the burden of household management fell to her. With so many honored guests present, if this became known, it would suggest lax discipline and damage her reputation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the emergency?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Second Master has returned!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid’s words caused Lady Zhao to spring to her feet, a look of surprise brightening her brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mingshan—he’s returned!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The matriarch could not hide the joy on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuge Jian was slightly startled; though he did not know Xie Hong well, he was well aware of his illustrious reputation within the Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Hong’s political philosophy built upon the Great Master’s teachings yet went further, standing uniquely apart from the methods of the Third Master and Su Jing, earning him strong support among certain students of the Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, he is a Primordial Spirit cultivator who has already ignited the Divine Flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During his mission to Great Sui, a Great Confucian of Sui sighed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bianjing cannot contain even a third of Xie Hong’s talent!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was also one of the few Zhuge Jian desperately wished to win over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Xie Hong entered the court or returned to the Academy, he would become a force neither the Third Master nor Su Jing could ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Xie family is precisely one of the Nine Surnames that maintains neutrality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuge Jian’s willingness to speak for Xie Ling carries deeper intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Lady Yuan’s expression was complex; recalling how Xie Hong had refused her just recently, she was angry but showed nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that all was settled, she feared further complications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tensions between the two academies had long been simmering, their opposition no new thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Xie Hong’s return and Xie Ling absent, the Main Academy may soon have to “bow its head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The matriarch hurriedly ordered: “Has Mingshan gone to the Second Academy? Go fetch him to Daguanyuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Zhao rose and said softly: “Mother, I shall go with Renfeng—he has been longing for Father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, good, good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The matriarch was deeply pleased; last year, Xie Hong had returned briefly, eaten the reunion meal, then left with the monks of Qingliang Temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid quickly reported:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second Master has already arrived at Daguanyuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He brought a woman with him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, the maid hesitated slightly, and Lady Zhao’s tone turned cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A woman?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Zhao wore a rich blue-green robe, adorned with a long hairpin of fragrant pearls, her face lightly rouged, exuding elegance and solemnity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A woman?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yuan raised an eyebrow, calmly awaiting the maid’s reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Second Master returned with a woman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The woman carries a sword and leads a donkey.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Yuan’s eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t that the attire of a martial hero from a tale?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Xie Yu glanced over with curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wutong had no interest; she merely felt a hollow ache now that the Young Master was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Hong’s return to the Xie Fu was an unexpected turn today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【After finishing your final calligraphy copy, the anxiety that had weighed on your heart settled completely.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You changed into clean clothes and prepared to head to Daguanyuan.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Hua An said: “Young Master, you cannot enter Daguanyuan without the matriarch’s permission.”】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Daguanyuan lies in the back courtyard, reserved for hosting distinguished guests and banquets; as far as he knew, Xie Guan had never set foot there.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Many neglected bastard sons in the Xie Fu do not even have Hongjing Courtyard.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Zhang Yuanlai frowned: “I have several friends among the scholars here—they’re close with the stewards; let me ask them to announce you.”】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【“No need to trouble you, Master Zhang. They’re all living under others’ roofs—if they offend the Lady of the Main Courtyard, they’ll be expelled from the Xie Fu.”】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Zhang Yuanlai sighed. Serving as a scholar in a great clan was indeed a fine post; no one wished to lose it. Even if he begged, these men would hardly help a neglected bastard son.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You smiled: “It’s fine—I’ll just stroll through Daguanyuan.”】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Hua An looked worried; though you were of Xie blood and entitled to attend banquets, entering uninvited would make you a laughingstock.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【In the past, a bastard son who was not invited to Hongjing Courtyard during New Year’s had nowhere to stand, enduring nothing but cold glances.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【That was still better—some couldn’t even enter Hongjing Courtyard, barred at the gate.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Of course, there are sons like Xie Yuan, favored and free to go anywhere in the Xie Fu, needing no permission from the matriarch to enter Daguanyuan.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【And then there’s the worst scenario Hua An feared: what if you quarreled with the sons of other great clans?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【What if Wutong met with misfortune?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Hua An paced anxiously, staring at the dilapidated little courtyard, where his mother’s spirit tablet still stood in the main hall.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【These noble sons are no kind souls—they’re capable of utter madness.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Who would care about a mere bastard of the Xie family?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【“Heaven, you truly won’t let a man live!”】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You bowed before your mother’s spirit tablet, watching golden wutong leaves drift down from the tree.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Slowly stepping out of the courtyard, you realized you hadn’t left this place in years.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Only reading within these walls!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2497,"2026-06-21T01:33:01.587Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ff8f4f74de8448761a438b64817f7ab49f6c08e0034a3cb93e4c3280fafb7b91","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-503","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-501",728,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-cover.jpg",{"terms":24},[25,29,33,37,41,45,49,53,57,61,65,69,73,77,81,85,89,93,97,101,105],{"id":26,"raw_term":27,"original_term":28},1799945,"Lu Chen","陸沉",{"id":30,"raw_term":31,"original_term":32},1799946,"Wu Ying","武纓",{"id":34,"raw_term":35,"original_term":36},1799947,"Gongsun Pingxi","公孫平溪",{"id":38,"raw_term":39,"original_term":40},1799948,"Yu Ke","俞客",{"id":42,"raw_term":43,"original_term":44},1799949,"Dou Gu","竇固",{"id":46,"raw_term":47,"original_term":48},1799950,"Huang Yu","黃鈺",{"id":50,"raw_term":51,"original_term":52},1799951,"Yu Xu","虞許",{"id":54,"raw_term":55,"original_term":56},1799952,"Zhou Cheng","周成",{"id":58,"raw_term":59,"original_term":60},1799953,"Liu Wen","劉溫",{"id":62,"raw_term":63,"original_term":64},1799954,"Zhou Jinyu","周錦瑜",{"id":66,"raw_term":67,"original_term":68},1799955,"Feng Haiping","封海平",{"id":70,"raw_term":71,"original_term":72},1799956,"Tuoba Hongyan","拓拔宏宴",{"id":74,"raw_term":75,"original_term":76},1799957,"Zhou Xuan","周玄",{"id":78,"raw_term":79,"original_term":80},1799958,"Gu Yi","顧議",{"id":82,"raw_term":83,"original_term":84},1799959,"Tuoba Shuyi","拓拔術遺",{"id":86,"raw_term":87,"original_term":88},1799960,"Lu Jiaxuan","陸佳軒",{"id":90,"raw_term":91,"original_term":92},1799961,"You'an","幼安",{"id":94,"raw_term":95,"original_term":96},1799962,"Lu Yu","陸羽",{"id":98,"raw_term":99,"original_term":100},1799963,"Yuwen Liqian","宇文璃淺",{"id":102,"raw_term":103,"original_term":104},1799964,"Su Beihai","蘇北海",{"id":106,"raw_term":107,"original_term":108},1799965,"Old Li","老李頭"]