May 13, 16th year of Yongzhi. Jia Huan came from the capital, and saw her again at Wuding Bridge and An Street in Jinling City, Lin Qianwei's residence.

However, the two did not have time to enjoy and taste the joy of goodbye: Vivi was sick. Jia Huan quickly mobilized the resources in his hands to treat Lin Qianwei's illness: inviting famous doctors, purchasing expensive medicinal materials, increasing the number of maids and servants served, and providing the best medical conditions as much as possible.

Imperial Doctor Wu, who often came to Jiahuan to see Daiyu in the twelfth year of Yongzhi, had already diagnosed Lin Qianwei, and her illness was rooted in heart disease. Now, her heart disease has been resolved, and under the careful treatment of Imperial Doctor Wu, she is slowly recovering.

Time passed slowly and quickly, summer was getting deeper, and it was early autumn in the blink of an eye.

Balmy autumn day. Wild geese fly south. The sound of Hengyang Zhipu. The morning sun shines through the window, and the morning glow is shining.

He'an Street, Jia Huan's residence. The leaves of the sycamore trees in the courtyard fall in the morning breeze. On the small round table, the sweet rice and pumpkin porridge on the table has bottomed out.

Jia Huan put down his chopsticks and bowl. He ate well. took the white handkerchief handed by the big girl Yunyao, and turned sideways to help Lin Qianwei wipe the rice grains at the corner of her mouth.

This intimate action made the two big girls Yun Yao and Qing'er who were waiting on the side turn their faces away with a smile. The girl waited for four years, but she didn't change her mind, and finally came to the bitterness.

Lin Qianwei is wearing an aqua blue cardigan with a pink skirt today. The pretty goose egg face was slightly upturned, and Jia Huan still helped her wipe the corners of her mouth, and her fair skin was slightly crimson.

This intimate action made her a little embarrassed. But the star-like eyes did not close, but looked at Jia Huan. Enjoy the intimacy between lovers and be tired.

Jia Huan looked at Weiwei's beautiful eyes, smiled, kissed her smooth face, and gave the handkerchief to the maids.

Lin Qianwei's eyes were coquettish, and she said, "Jia Lang, you go out and come back early." I'm cured. It's uncomfortable to be at home all day. ”

Earlier, after Lin Qianwei's condition improved, Jia Huan asked her to move to him. Lives here in the West Wing. The east wing is Daiyu's room. Although the antiques, books, and stationery were all brought to Beijing, the pattern remained unchanged.

Jia Huan couldn't help it, held her shoulders, and said, "How can it be so fast?" Illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread. It's only been two months. You'll have to recuperate for a while before you can go out. Vivi, obedient. Be obedient at home. I'll send Luo Hua back as soon as I send it. Come back and sketch you a portrait. ”

Human life, in fact, is very fragile. Under such medical conditions as the Zhou Dynasty, the mortality rate due to illness was frighteningly high. He is a man who rejects bloody plots. He didn't want him to come to Jinling and see Weiwei, and then she died.

I don't want the disease to damage her body, causing her to die early when she was in her thirties and forties. Every one of them deserves to be well.

Lin Qianwei glanced at Bai Jiahuan with amusement. The style is delicate, as beautiful as a landscape painting. She is very independent. But I like to be a child for Jia Huan like this. I wish time had passed slowly. Thinking in his heart, he got up and sent Jia Huan to the door.

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Luo Hua and Aunt Li's eldest daughter Li Wen married in Beijing, went south to Jinling to visit relatives, and after half a July, after worshipping their ancestors, they were ready to return to the capital. Although Hanlin is idle, it is impossible to extend the vacation for nearly half a year.

After Jia Huan sent Luo Hua, he went to Yangzhou to visit Mr. Sha and his friend Ji Ming in the same year. Ji Dexin also returned to his hometown to get married. His wife is the sister of Huang Xiucai, whom Jia Huan met in Yangzhou in the eleventh year of Yongzhi. After a few days in Yangzhou, Jia Huan returned to Jinling.

After a short parting, when I saw Weiwei again, I felt that the feeling was three points stronger. In the afternoon, in the Qinhuai River, the autumn water is picturesque and sparkling. A rented exquisite painting boat, along with the river, from east to west, slowly sails through the winding Qinhuai River.

Jia Huan hugged Weiwei, sat on the soft couch, looked at the scenery in the cabin, and said casually, "Weiwei, have you read the recent Pravda and Jinling briefings?" That apprentice of yours is completely famous in the capital. The Son of Heaven summoned her in Xiyuan and listened to her singing. ”

In ancient times, not all of them listened to Kunqu opera and Peking opera. There are also singing methods similar to Tang Dynasty singing, Song Dynasty singing, and modern singing. Shi Yuhua is famous as a master in Beijing, and he sings the song well. In the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was no sound equipment of the new century, and if the singing was good, it was really of a high level. Absolutely, at the level of a singer.

Of course, famous teachers make high apprentices.

Lin Qianwei was dressed in a long blue skirt with a green silk shawl, soft and smooth. The waist is thin and the legs are long. 175 height, supermodel-like figure, bright face. Holding the pot to add wine to Jia Huan, he chuckled and said, "Jia Lang, I sing better than her." Shall I sing it to you? The beautiful black and white eyes fell on Jia Huan's face like jewels.

The beauty in her arms had a pleasant aroma, and Jia Huan smiled and said, "Then I'm not the emperor and still enjoy it?" Sing when you're well. Speaking of singing songs, I think of one thing. How did you teach her to sing the song 'Let's Swing the Sculls'? A very cheerful children's song, singing it to her as a tragic song. She said you cry every time you sing? ”

Lin Qianwei smiled, as if there was sunshine on her face. She is such a beauty, she will give people such a feeling. She has a noble and elegant temperament. Straightforward personality. said: "That's because when you called me this song that day, wasn't it very sentimental?" ”

Jia Huan laughed when he said it. I sighed in my heart.

His sentimentality is due to the fact that he recalls the past in his singing. It's his favorite song to listen to. etched in his memory. Just like in the fifties and sixties, "My Motherland" is etched in the memory of a generation.

A big river with wide waves..., such a tune, resounded throughout the north and south of the river back then, and became a classic in people's memory. Time is indelible.

And now, he has been in the world of Red Mansions for almost ten years. Suppose, if he can go back, what if he can't? He's so deeply bound here!

Lin Qianwei has a straightforward temperament, but she is very smart. She can become a well-known Lin family in Jiangnan, and her IQ and EQ are naturally first-class. She could see the sigh in Jia Huan's heart, changed the topic in her way, and spoke in an aria tone, with a beautiful voice, and said: "Jia Lang, Shishi sent a letter, saying that you opened a theater in the capital, which has driven the atmosphere of the capital. Are you opening it for me? ”

That year, when Jia Huan and Lin Qianwei were boating on the Qinhuai River. Jia Huan said that if Lin Qianwei went to sing Da Qingyi, she would keep it all over the country.

Jia Huan nodded, then shook his head, "Weiwei, I'm reluctant to let you stand on the stage." ”

The same rice raises a hundred kinds of people. He is very confident in Weiwei's singing skills and ability. But, God knows what the audience's reaction was? Some people may scold themselves. He didn't want her to suffer like this.

Lin Qianwei covered her mouth and smiled slightly, and said, "I think of Jia Lang again, one of your mistakes." When you said that I should have a pen name that is undefeated in the East, you laughed at me for dressing up as a man and not arguing, right? At the time, she didn't understand the meme. Now it's understood.

Smiling proud of the rivers and lakes, Jia Huan has nothing to do, and has already written it. Published in the Beijing Daily, helping the Beijing Daily to increase sales. Such a hot sale naturally came to Jiangnan and was seen by Weiwei.

Jia Huan coughed, Gu Zuoyan shook the wine jug, and shouted, "Qing'er, blanch another pot of rice wine." ”

The boat is divided into several areas. The two big girls who followed Jia Huan and Lin Qianwei out were waiting in the small hall outside the cabin. eavesdropping on the third master and his own girl playing with a spear. He who listens is happy, and he who listens shouts.

Qing'er hurriedly lifted the wine jug warm in the hot water and walked in.

A seventeen-year-old girl with a small melon seed face, a big palm, and picturesque eyebrows. Dressed in a pink skirt, her posture is slender and beautiful. It's just that in her other hand she holds an apple that has been eaten in half. No matter how you look at it, I think it's a little funny. Qing'er herself noticed this problem, smiled coquettishly, returned to the small hall, and went to put the apple down.

Jia Huan and Lin Qianwei looked at each other and couldn't help laughing, "Haha, this girl." Fang Cai's slight embarrassment disappeared into the wind. Jia Huan gently hugged Wei Wei tighter.

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Jia Huan is in Jinling. Although taking care of and accompanying Weiwei is the main tone of life during this time, it is also indispensable to socialize and socialize on the scene. He has many acquaintances in Jinling.

At the end of July, Grandmaster Fang held a banquet at his home and held a cultural meeting. Jia Huan participated. In the back garden, which is used to hold cultural gatherings, there are many guests. Baume & Mercier and prostitutes gathered. Jia Huan also saw many old faces: Mr. Zhongsan, Xiao Youan, Wei Zihe, Zhu Huazang, Li Liangji, Ding Ang and others.

The cultural meeting is like a buffet reception in later generations. In the garden, courtyards, corridors, and small pavilions can be seen everywhere talking and reading.

Although Jia Huan doesn't want to mix with the middle-aged and elderly circles, he is a gentleman with the official position of the fifth grade, and he has passed the imperial examination. With a group of readers, it's all about putting pressure on others. Follow Sect Master Fang and perform the disciple ceremony.

A group of seven or eight people chatted freely in the small pavilion on the east side of the garden. This is the core circle of tonight's cultural meeting.

Fang Wang was dressed in a leisurely robe. After the office, the mind is leisurely. He is committed to the promotion of his own literary ideas. A new scholar in his thirties was introduced to Jia Huan: "This is Yuan Mei, a talented man in Jiangnan, and he is a talented person." Ziyu, you should have heard his name. ”